Transmigrated as an Alpha, the Fox Spirit Lives on Pheromone - Chapter 21

The dimly lit street was deserted, its silence eerily unsettling.

Bai Muqin stood dazed for a few seconds before recalling why she was here.

She told herself it was just a dream, and the fear brought on by the oppressive silence gradually faded away.

As she walked down the street, she called out for Ah Li, but not even her own echo answered.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, yet it might have only been seconds. Bai Muqin grew weary of the unchanging scenery, wondering if Ah Li would appear at the next intersection. A vague image formed in her mind, and when she snapped back to reality, she saw a figure lingering at the crossroads—who else could it be but Ah Li?

She didn’t dwell on how Ah Li had suddenly appeared, her heart too overwhelmed with joy at finding her.

Jiang Li, who had been pacing at the intersection, seemed to notice Bai Muqin as well. With a mix of uncertainty and hope, her voice trembled, “Master? So… that wasn’t a dream?”

Bai Muqin: “Hmm?”

Seeing Ah Li’s timid demeanor—shrinking like an abandoned puppy, just as she had when they first met—Bai Muqin instantly understood. Ah Li had been wandering here, believing everything before this had been a dream… A wave of tenderness washed over Bai Muqin, softening her tone. “No, it wasn’t a dream. But right now… we are in a dream.”

She emphasized that they were in a dream, making her next actions feel justified.

Bai Muqin strode toward Jiang Li and took her hand, afraid that if she let go, Ah Li might vanish as suddenly as she had appeared.

She still remembered what she was supposed to do after finding Ah Li—Huang Xianxian’s lewd expression as she’d explained it was still fresh in her mind. But now, Bai Muqin hesitated. This dim, eerie street was hardly the right place for such things, and she certainly didn’t have a taste for public indecency.

If only there were a hotel open nearby…

In the blink of an eye, the hotel she’d imagined materialized just a short distance away.

Bai Muqin realized then—this was Ah Li’s subconscious world, her own dream. But because she was lucid, her thoughts could shape the dreamscape.

Speaking as if coaxing a child, Bai Muqin said, “Ah Li, close your eyes. I’ll take you somewhere else.”

Jiang Li nodded obediently, thinking how gentle her master was in dreams, and shut her eyes without question.

“You can open them now.”

When Jiang Li did, the gloomy street was gone. Warm sunlight bathed the surroundings, filling her with comfort. It really was a dream—she became even more certain. Squinting to adjust, she barely had time to take in the new setting before Bai Muqin led her into a steaming pool.

“Sit down.”

Instinctively, Jiang Li was afraid of water. But Bai Muqin’s voice carried an irresistible command, and she didn’t want to refuse. If this was a dream, what was there to fear?

The warm water enveloped her body, seeping into every inch of her skin. A sigh of contentment escaped her lips. “Master, this feels so good.”

Bai Muqin smiled faintly. “There’s more where that came from.”

The familiar tingling sensation swept through her body once more, her skin growing feverish under her master’s control. Jiang Li couldn’t understand why she was having such a dream—her master had already done this to her before sleep, though the setting had shifted from bed to water. Tipping her head back, she panted and moaned, calling out “Master” repeatedly. The surrounding scenery was beautiful, but she had no attention to spare for it.

Perhaps because it was a dream, even after experiencing climax several times, Jiang Li felt no exhaustion. Instead, she clung to Bai Muqin like an addict, craving more, unable to get enough.

The scenery around them kept changing—from the water to the bed, then from the bed to the sofa, the table, the bathroom…

“Master, I still prefer the bed…” Jiang Li whispered shyly into Bai Muqin’s ear, her cheeks flushed with lingering heat. She thought to herself—she really was a shameless fox, indulging in such wanton dreams with her master without restraint. But soon, she could no longer think at all, completely swallowed by waves of pleasure.

Perhaps because it was a dream, Bai Muqin allowed herself to indulge, leading Jiang Li to places she would never dare consider in reality, engaging in secret, exhilarating acts. She was startled to discover so many unspeakable desires buried deep within her. Each new experience only made her crave it more. And in dreams, there were no consequences, no exhaustion. She treasured this rare opportunity, surrendering to the endless pleasure—knowing that once she woke, this intoxicating freedom might never return. Or perhaps, once Ah Li emerged from her cocoon, she would leave her for good.

Watching Ah Li’s dazed, satiated expression, Bai Muqin felt a strange flutter in her chest, a tingling warmth spreading through her body. Overcome by this unfamiliar sensation, she couldn’t resist stealing closer, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Ah Li’s lips. Visions of being dominated by Ah Li flashed through her mind—it would surely be exquisite, unbearably pleasurable. But as she gazed down at the pliant, delicate fox beneath her—this alpha in name only—she knew that neither in reality nor in dreams would she ever have the courage to make it happen.

The lingering warmth of her master’s lips still tingled against her own—soft, sweet. Ah Li thought—this dream was far too wonderful. In the weeks she had spent by her master’s side, no matter how many times she had tried to seduce her, she had never once earned a kiss. Yet now, in this dream, she had tasted it—brief as it was, just the lightest brush, but enough to savor for a long, long time.

As Bai Muqin withdrew her hands, Jiang Li’s scattered consciousness slowly returned. Her thoughts lingered on that fleeting kiss. Staring at Bai Muqin’s full, glistening lips, she grew lost in thought. If this was a dream… then surely tasting them wouldn’t make her master angry, wouldn’t make her want to cast her away?

With that thought, Jiang Li gathered her courage, inching closer until, with trembling care, she pressed a reverent kiss to the corner of Bai Muqin’s lips before reluctantly pulling away. Her heart pounded wildly, her eyes squeezed shut—too nervous, too shy to see her master’s reaction, like a blushing bride on her wedding night.

It wasn’t as unbearable as imagined—in fact, there was even a hint of pleasure. Bai Muqin touched her lips, her mouth unconsciously curving into a slight smile as she looked at the utterly bashful Ah Li. To her surprise, she felt somewhat gratified. Though Ah Li was still a bit timid, at least she had taken the initiative this time.

Tremors of pleasure coursed through her body once more. Jiang Li opened her eyes to see Bai Muqin’s expression unchanged, seemingly unbothered by the stolen kiss. Relieved, she continued her role as the “pillow princess,” whimpering softly beneath Bai Muqin, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her desires were simple—stealing that kiss alone had already left her deeply satisfied.

Yet after waiting for what felt like an eternity, Jiang Li made no further moves. Bai Muqin felt a twinge of disappointment but also a flicker of relief. She feared her body wasn’t fully prepared, that she might treat Ah Li the same way she had treated those before her. In the end, it was her own psychological barrier—she didn’t want Jiang Li to bear the brunt of her unresolved wounds.

She was startled by how much she cared for Ah Li’s well-being, but Bai Muqin quickly reassured herself with the excuse that she needed Ah Li to help her through her Heat. With that, her heart settled once more.

But it had happened too many times now. Jiang Li couldn’t help but wonder if she was trapped in a nightmare. As much as she enjoyed these intimate moments with her master, she longed to see the real Bai Muqin—even if she was sometimes gentle and sometimes distant. After all, she was the one who had offered warmth when Jiang Li was at her most helpless, the one she wished to follow forever.

Jiang Li decided she could no longer lose herself in this illusory dream. She wanted to wake up.

Just as Bai Muqin’s hand, all too familiar with its path, prepared to delve deeper, Jiang Li caught it.

This time, Jiang Li pressed another kiss to the corner of Bai Muqin’s lips, her voice firm yet tinged with reluctance. “Master, I’m sorry… I have to wake up now. I have to leave this dream, leave you. I miss the real you.”

Bai Muqin frowned. “Is the me in this dream not good enough?”

Jiang Li shook her head. “It’s not that. It’s too perfect—that’s how I know it’s all just my imagination. I can’t keep indulging in this dream anymore. The real you… outside this dream, she’ll need me.”

Bai Muqin coaxed gently, “What’s wrong with staying here? You love it, don’t you? You enjoy it. Besides… do you even know how to wake up?” She didn’t know how many times they’d have to repeat this before Ah Li could break free from her cocoon. If they failed this time, it might be difficult to enter her dreams again.

Jiang Li gazed at Bai Muqin’s face with longing before finally turning away. “Master, don’t tempt me. I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist.”

Gritting her teeth, she pressed a hand lightly against Bai Muqin’s chest and pushed. Like two magnets of the same pole repelling each other, the distance between them widened rapidly until they could no longer see one another.

Bai Muqin clutched her chest as she slowly regained consciousness, a single tear clinging to the corner of her eye. The scene of their separation filled her with sorrow, as if she had just endured a life-and-death parting.

Hearing the movement, Huang Xianxian yawned and hopped onto Bai Muqin’s lap. “Well? How did it go?”

Bai Muqin hesitated before answering, “It was going well… but Ah Li didn’t want to stay in the dream anymore. She pushed me away. Will it be harder for her to break free now?”

Huang Xianxian: “It’s hard to say for sure, but since she no longer wants to stay in the dream, she’ll definitely try everything to wake up. And with your help earlier, the process should be much easier for her.”

After leaving the tender embrace of Bai Muqin, Jiang Li found herself back on that dimly lit street—the very place she used to prowl as a fox spirit in her past life, hunting for prey. This time, she was certain her encounter with her mistress wasn’t a dream. This street wasn’t her destined fate. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was back in Hidden Flower Alley.

This was where she and Bai Muqin had first met, but it wasn’t the end. This place was still part of the dream. She closed her eyes once more…

After many attempts, Jiang Li opened her eyes again, only to be greeted by a vast expanse of whiteness. She couldn’t help but wonder—had she become trapped, unable to wake? But then, the faintest scent reached her nose, the fragrance that had haunted her dreams—the distinct passionfruit pheromones unique to Bai Muqin. The aroma felt so real.

Jiang Li reached out to touch the whiteness before her, and as if sensing her presence, it gradually receded. Finally, she saw the person she had longed for.