Transmigrated as an Alpha, the Fox Spirit Lives on Pheromone - Chapter 18

The night was deep when Bai Muqin opened the door to her home, a slight tipsiness lingering in her steps. She disliked social engagements, but there were always dinners she couldn’t avoid attending.

Perhaps it was the news from the bodyguards she had sent to follow Ah Li that the person had returned, or perhaps it was learning that Ah Li had secretly gone to the Jiang family’s company to gather information. These things beyond her control made her uneasy—especially when she had always believed Ah Li to be pure and simple yet now suspected the girl might be hiding something from her. The thought soured her mood, leading her to drink a few more glasses at the dinner.

She brushed aside the stray hairs by her ear, her cool fingertips grazing her slightly flushed cheeks. A shiver ran through her, inexplicably reminding her of the way Ah Li would gently poke her cheeks with a fingertip.

The next second, a sweet and coquettish “Master~” snapped her back to reality. Jiang Li seemed to have just finished showering, her fair skin tinged with a faint pink, droplets of water still clinging to her collarbone. She wore only a thin camisole, barely covering her panties, her long, straight legs completely exposed. Whether from rushing too eagerly, one foot was in a slipper while the other stood bare on the floor.

The exhaustion weighing on Bai Muqin’s heart seemed to dissipate in that moment. As she looked at Jiang Li, she couldn’t help but think of a devoted wife waiting late at night for her lover’s return—or perhaps a big, tail-wagging dog eager to please its master.

Her heart softened, and she reached out to tousle Jiang Li’s hair. Though her tone was scolding, it carried an undeniable fondness. “Why are you running around barefoot? Didn’t I tell you to go to bed early?”

Jiang Li leaned in closer, her nose twitching slightly. She frowned instinctively. “Master, you smell different.” Then, as if regretting her words, she pouted and added, “I missed you so much, I lost my slipper.”

An inexplicable emotion surged in Bai Muqin’s chest. Suppressing the restlessness in her heart, she thought: Her little pet truly adored her.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, amplifying her senses, but she reveled in this feeling of being needed—like floating on a cloud, wrapped in something soft and warm.

Yet before she could savor this bliss for long, Jiang Li spoke again. “Master, I’m hungry.”

So, was she merely a tool to satisfy hunger? This kind of need felt far too cheap. Bai Muqin spiraled into overthinking, a stifling frustration settling in her chest.

And now, the very culprit was even complaining about the scent of alcohol on her. Bai Muqin felt even more vexed.

Sensing the shift in Bai Muqin’s mood, Jiang Li bent slightly in a placating gesture, nuzzling her cheek against Bai Muqin’s arm, her face full of concern. “Master, are you unhappy? I don’t want you to be unhappy.”

Then, as if recalling something, Jiang Li remembered a similar scene from a TV show. Mimicking the drama, she gently wrapped an arm around Bai Muqin’s waist. “Master, are you drunk? Let me help you to your room to sleep.”

Bai Muqin didn’t refuse. Instead, she found herself enjoying it. Leaning against Jiang Li, the scent of shower gel lingering in the air, she asked with drunken dissatisfaction, “Did you go out today?”

“Yes, I did.” Jiang Li had no intention of hiding it. She continued, “Master, there’s something I want to tell you.”

Perhaps it was because Jiang Li spoke so seriously that Bai Muqin felt an inexplicable sense of crisis rising within her. She wondered if Ah Li had remembered something during her time away. Was her little pet thinking of leaving her?

Soon, she pulled herself out of this uneasy mood. She pinched the bridge of her nose, thinking she shouldn’t have drunk—such wild thoughts were making her unlike herself.

“Let’s talk after I shower,” Bai Muqin said, her voice laced with exhaustion. She vaguely sensed she was avoiding something in her heart, though she refused to acknowledge what it was.

Perhaps it was the scent emanating from Jiang Li, but Bai Muqin felt even more intoxicated. She let Jiang Li help her into the bathroom but still managed to shoo out the curious onlooker who tried to peek, commanding, “Wait for me in the room.”

Warm water cascaded over her body, and Bai Muqin let out a contented sigh.

Maybe it was the alcohol at work, but Bai Muqin’s mind uncontrollably drifted to memories of her time with Ah Li. Belatedly, she realized she had grown accustomed to Ah Li’s presence—to Ah Li sneaking into her bed every night, to Ah Li’s warmth, to Ah Li’s teasing flirtations…

She thought, if Ah Li didn’t ask to leave, she would never abandon her.

Entering the room, she found Jiang Li sitting on the carpet, fiddling with her phone. The moment Jiang Li saw Bai Muqin emerge from the shower, she tossed the phone aside and stared intently at her, calling out dreamily, “Master.”

Bai Muqin gave a soft “Mm” and sat directly on the bed, patting the spot beside her to signal Jiang Li to join her.

Jiang Li naturally didn’t refuse. She sat close to Bai Muqin, and perhaps out of habit from her earlier teasing, she instinctively pressed her soft chest against Bai Muqin, who merely blushed, neither avoiding nor rejecting the contact—almost as if she enjoyed it.

The friction stirred Bai Muqin’s restless thoughts, and with the alcohol clouding her mind, the scent of her pheromones began to waft out uncontrollably. When she noticed, she stubbornly muttered, “I know you’re hungry. Go ahead and take what you need.”

Jiang Li cautiously inched closer, eventually settling onto Bai Muqin’s lap, her arms loosely encircling Bai Muqin’s waist, her chin resting lightly on Bai Muqin’s shoulder as she inhaled the pheromones at close range.

With such warmth and softness in her arms, Bai Muqin could feel Jiang Li’s body heat even through the pajamas. The damp, heated breaths against her gland sent shivers down her spine, and the press of those two soft mounds against her was impossible to ignore. Bai Muqin felt her entire body burning up. In a hoarse voice, she asked, “Didn’t you have something to tell me?” She hoped to distract herself from her wandering thoughts, but the moment she spoke, regret washed over her—suddenly, it felt like this might be their last intimate moment, and she instinctively pulled Jiang Li closer.

Jiang Li, long accustomed to Bai Muqin’s heated body, greedily savored this rare tenderness and the satisfaction brought by the pheromones. If not for Bai Muqin’s reminder, she would have forgotten she had something to say.

“Master, I remembered who I am,” Jiang Li murmured, her eyes half-lidded.

“Mmm, Master~” Jiang Li’s body trembled violently, followed by a soft, seductive moan. She didn’t understand why the place she often touched while bathing felt so incredibly pleasurable when accidentally brushed by her master—so much so that her scalp tingled and her mind went blank. She wanted to speak, but every attempt came out as breathy whimpers instead.

Bai Muqin was stunned. She had only meant to stop Ah Li from talking further, but somehow her hand had wandered there. The moment she touched it, Ah Li fell silent—though the sounds she made afterward gave Bai Muqin an entirely new experience. Every pore in her body seemed to open, and her perpetually restless soul felt soothed. The soft yet resilient texture beneath her fingers compelled her to continue.

It was like stepping through a door to a new world. Bai Muqin, as if having just acquired a fascinating toy, couldn’t bring herself to stop, making Jiang Li squirm in her arms. Reason told her this was wrong, yet her hand kept stroking and kneading, and Jiang Li’s reactions filled her with an indescribable delight.

Faintly, a tantalizing fragrance began to permeate the air, blending seamlessly with the scent of passionfruit pheromones, creating a subtle chemical reaction. Drawn in by the aroma, Bai Muqin inhaled deeply—but the more she breathed it in, the more the desires buried deep within her stirred restlessly, like a butterfly struggling to break free from its cocoon. She could feel her rationality crumbling.

The ringing of her phone jolted Bai Muqin awake. Answering the call, she heard Qin Nian’s voice chiding her, “Sis? You’re not still asleep, are you? Being late for a meeting—that’s not like you! Just because I moved back to the old house doesn’t mean no one’s there to wake you up!”

Before Qin Nian could finish, vivid, scandalous images flashed through Bai Muqin’s mind. Flustered, she blurted, “Postpone it,” and hastily hung up.

The memories grew clearer by the second. Bai Muqin realized it hadn’t been a dream—but she hadn’t been drunk either. How had things spiraled into such debauchery?

She remembered with startling clarity how, after her self-control shattered, she had instinctively taken Ah Li completely. When Ah Li unraveled beneath her fingertips, Bai Muqin had experienced something unprecedented—an addictive, intoxicating pleasure.

Perhaps because her desires had been suppressed for too long, their eruption had been uncontrollable. Frowning, she tried to count how many times she had taken Ah Li, but lost track. She, an Omega, had reduced an Alpha to a helpless plaything—and Ah Li had been so obedient, offering no resistance. Without permission, she hadn’t even dared to touch Bai Muqin.

What shocked her most was that, in the heat of it all, she had bitten Ah Li’s nape. Even though Ah Li’s gland had been damaged, Bai Muqin distinctly remembered flooding her neck with a surge of pheromones.

Every time Ah Li came undone under her touch, Bai Muqin had bitten her again—as if venting her frustration against the world’s Alpha-dominant, Omega-submissive hierarchy.

When she recalled everything, she was filled with regret. She didn’t know whether her pheromones entering Ah Li’s body directly would cause any harm.

“Ah Li?”

Jiang Li wasn’t on the bed, so Bai Muqin called out softly, her voice laced with worry.

While searching for Jiang Li, she accidentally noticed a small tuft of white fur on the bed. She vaguely remembered seeing a small, fluffy white animal when she was too exhausted to keep her eyes open and on the verge of falling asleep—it looked like a kitten, or perhaps a puppy, but even more like a little fox.

Before she could dwell on it further, she found Jiang Li curled up asleep on the carpet. She seemed terribly cold, her entire body drawn into a tight ball, her skin flushed an unnatural shade of pink, as if she had just stepped out of a sauna.

Bai Muqin reached out to touch her—her skin was frighteningly hot…