Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 9
Gu Qing’s gaze landed briefly on the gland patch in Qi Siyu’s hand, then met her eyes.
“Thank you,” she said flatly.
Even while saying such words, her tone remained cold.
It was clear—she was treating Qi Siyu purely as a temporary tool. If it weren’t Qi Siyu, she would’ve found some other Alpha.
Qi Siyu licked her lips nervously. “Now?”
“What are you stalling for? What, you want Gu Qing to beg you?” Gu Xiaoling snapped, completely fed up with Qi Siyu’s theatrics.
If Gu Qing didn’t urgently need an Alpha, she’d have kicked Qi Siyu eight hundred meters away.
“Xiaoling, go wait outside for a bit,” Gu Qing said, giving her a look.
Gu Xiaoling pouted and glared at Qi Siyu before reluctantly walking out.
She closed the door but stayed right outside, refusing to leave. If Qi Siyu dared to take advantage of Gu Qing, she’d charge in and fight to the death!
“Th-Then… I’ll start,” Qi Siyu said nervously. She had no idea how Gu Qing had felt last time—there had been no feedback, no guidance.
“Mm.”
Gu Qing cooperated, letting herself be gently pulled into Qi Siyu’s arms. She lowered her head, revealing the pale nape of her neck and the red, pomegranate-like gland.
It looked even fuller than last time. Qi Siyu licked her lips again, feeling strangely parched, flushed.
Her heartbeat was so loud. This was the second time—why was she still this nervous?
She took a deep breath and leaned in, gently licking the gland.
Gu Qing’s body tensed. Last time, she’d been unconscious and barely registered the act. This time, she could clearly feel the heat and wetness of Qi Siyu’s tongue.
Then, without warning, sharp teeth pierced her gland’s delicate skin—brief, biting pain.
Immediately, the lemon-candy-sweet pheromones surged into her system like a tidal wave, overwhelming her senses, flooding every nerve ending with tingling euphoria.
Her rigid frame melted in an instant, collapsing into Qi Siyu’s arms like chocolate softened by warmth.
She bit her lip to stop herself from making a sound—but still let out a soft, syrupy whimper.
“Mmnh…”
Qi Siyu’s ears caught it perfectly. Her mind went blank for a second, then overloaded—her instincts surged, and even more pheromones flooded into Gu Qing uncontrollably.
Just when Gu Qing thought it was over, the overwhelming torrent of pheromones rushed in again. Her eyes widened, her toes curled and gripped the bedsheets in response.
It was a pleasure and stimulation she had never felt before.
Last time, Qi Siyu had been far too gentle.
When the marking finally ended, Qi Siyu lifted her head. Both of them were panting, foreheads slick with sweat.
It felt… incredible. Exhausting. Her scalp tingled from the intensity.
Qi Siyu swallowed, forcing her gaze away from the red, swollen gland on Gu Qing’s neck—only to catch sight of her flushed shoulder. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to bite down on that skin…
Ahhh, pervert! What is wrong with me?!
Qi Siyu carefully laid Gu Qing back onto the bed like she was made of glass, then bolted out of the room.
Outside, Gu Xiaoling—who had her ear pressed to the door—almost fell over.
By the time she regained her balance, all she saw was Qi Siyu’s back as she sprinted down the corridor.
Gu Xiaoling: ??
She rushed into the room and found Gu Qing lying there with an eerily calm expression.
If not for the pink on her cheeks and the tears clinging to the corners of her eyes, it would’ve looked like nothing had happened at all.
“Gu Qing, that woman didn’t do anything to you, right?” Gu Xiaoling asked, anxious.
“No. Bring me some water,” Gu Qing said, her voice hoarse.
“Right away!”
Gu Xiaoling poured half a glass and brought it over with a spoon.
“Raise the bed a bit. I’ll drink it myself,” Gu Qing added. Her body felt strangely energized—so much so that, without the medical reports, she might’ve thought she was on stimulants.
“Okay.” Whatever Gu Qing asked, Gu Xiaoling did.
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Out in the stairwell, Qi Siyu sat on the cold concrete steps, her body still burning like a furnace.
She rubbed her flushed cheeks, then buried her face in her hands.
If I can barely handle the second time, how am I supposed to survive doing this every single day?
Wait, didn’t yesterday’s hand-holding earn her seven lottery entries, and this marking just now was another? That made eight already.
Two more and she could draw for the gland recovery serum.
Even if its cooldown period was as long as the limb-regeneration salve—or longer—it would still have an expiration.
Thinking about the limited number of temporary markings she could use, Qi Siyu felt a weird sense of loss. A restless craving began to stir.
Stop! Stop! It’s all the pheromones’ fault. It’s just the pheromones messing with me!
She ran to the public restroom and splashed cold water on her face until she could finally breathe again.
By the time she dragged herself back to the room, just catching a whiff of Gu Qing’s pheromones made that buried possessiveness surge again.
She wanted to hug Gu Qing tightly. To press her into her very bones.
Even meeting Gu Qing’s gaze—so cool and composed—couldn’t douse the fire in her chest. Qi Siyu slapped her own face and quietly retreated again.
Seeing her leave, Gu Qing finally let out a silent breath of relief.
Maybe it was because this temporary mark was deeper, and their pheromones had fused more completely—but now, she felt a strong urge to touch Qi Siyu. To be held by her.
Temporary marks often made Omegas dependent on the Alpha. Last time, Gu Qing hadn’t thought much of it—but this time, the effect was stronger than she expected.
Still, she was used to enduring. It didn’t matter.
After finishing her long-delayed breakfast-lunch, Gu Qing closed her eyes again.
That one temporary mark had drained all the energy she thought she had.
Wrapped in the thick haze of pheromones, she drifted off to sleep.
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When she next awoke, Qi Siyu was seated by her side, scrolling on her phone—one hand still holding hers.
“You’re awake. Want some water?” Qi Siyu asked.
Their eyes met.
Gu Qing looked away like she’d been burned. “Xiaoling, get me a glass of water.”
She couldn’t look at Qi Siyu.
Doing so made it hard to tell whether that dream—of clinging to Qi Siyu, trying to drain her of pheromones—had been real.