Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 57

Luan Yenan lifted Zuo Baixuan with one hand.

It was because Zuo Baixuan’s legs gave way as she stepped down from the dressing table, and she stumbled, nearly falling, that Luan Yenan instinctively grabbed her hand.

But as soon as she took hold, she realized she had gripped too tightly.

The already pale skin turned even paler under the pressure.

It was like lifting a helpless little rabbit.

Zuo Baixuan lowered her head, and Luan Yenan couldn’t see her expression, but she could imagine it—likely the same panic she herself had felt when she first transmigrated.

The scent of vodka in the air was something Luan Yenan couldn’t control, and the situation was even more chaotic than when she had first arrived.

Almost simultaneously, the highly compatible Omega pheromones were drawn out by the Alpha pheromones, catching even the slightest trace.

The pheromones tangled in the air, eventually harmonizing, like vanilla essence dripping into strong vodka, the scent quickly spreading.

In Luan Yenan’s eyes, Zuo Baixuan, fully dressed, was even more alluring than that night.

She wanted to ruin her, crumple her, smooth her out, and then crumple her again. The urge to destroy swirled in her chest, on the verge of breaking free. She felt like a werewolf seeing the moon, transforming uncontrollably.

But when she saw Zuo Baixuan’s innocent expression, she managed to restrain herself. She couldn’t truly frighten the little white flower, couldn’t become the kind of person she despised.

As she swallowed, Luan Yenan tasted the sweet vanilla in her mouth. Her heart had calmed, but the back of her neck was still agitated.

The vodka surged again, filling the entire lounge.

Mark her.

Mark her!

The dual voices roared.

The susceptible period was harder to control than she had imagined.

Luan Yenan still held Zuo Baixuan with one hand, while the other gripped the edge of the table.

The low-quality laminate wood creaked under her grip.

At the same time, Zuo Baixuan looked up and softly called out, “It hurts.”

In those peach-blossom eyes, now red and moist, there was indeed fear.

But this time, it didn’t stir Luan Yenan’s pity. Instead, it sparked a different thought—she wanted to see those peach-blossom eyes shed endless tears.

Zuo Baixuan understood the frenzy in the surrounding pheromones and the intent in Luan Yenan’s gaze.

A strange thought circled in her mind.

She thought of many things.

She thought about why she had partnered with Luan Yenan, how Luan Yenan had treated her.

She thought about how Luan Lizheng wanted to find a more suitable match for Luan Yenan for a political marriage.

She thought about how Qin Yuancheng wanted to find a 100% compatible partner for Luan Yenan.

No, those weren’t marriage partners—they would be remarriage partners.

No matter what, right now, Luan Yenan’s wife was her. Those outside who had designs on Luan Yenan shouldn’t entertain any improper thoughts.

Perhaps.

What was needed was a mark, something to silence those people.

A thought she had never considered before flashed through Zuo Baixuan’s mind.

She was crazy.

She must be crazy.

Zuo Baixuan closed her eyes, taking a deep breath alongside Luan Yenan’s rapid breathing, calming herself for two seconds.

Then she opened her eyes, her gaze questioning, as she gripped Luan Yenan’s suit jacket and pulled her closer. In the whisper Luan Yenan loved so much, she asked, “Luan Yenan, what are you planning to do now?”

Luan Yenan tilted her head back slightly, taking in Zuo Baixuan’s face. The blush on her cheeks as she asked the question added a unique charm.

As for what she was planning to do?

Luan Yenan’s mind, slightly dulled by the pheromones, began to work again.

But her body moved first, spurred by Zuo Baixuan’s gentle touch.

She released the wrist she had gripped too tightly and lifted Zuo Baixuan back onto the dressing table.

As Luan Yenan pressed close to Zuo Baixuan, her eyes locked onto her.

Then, shifting her gaze past Zuo Baixuan, she caught sight of herself in the mirror—eyes bloodshot, expression a mix of ferocity and wild delight.

Her canine teeth extended slightly.

Just the act of “imprisoning” Zuo Baixuan in front of her, locking her in this small room, making her feel nothing but Luan Yenan’s presence, filled Luan Yenan’s possessive desires to the brim.

Zuo Baixuan’s muscles tensed, her abdomen tightening as she leaned back slightly.

The fear she felt was burned away by the heat spreading uncontrollably through her body.

The vodka scent pouring from Luan Yenan’s neck was more intoxicating than the red wine at the banquet.

Zuo Baixuan rested her head on Luan Yenan’s shoulder, her fingers tracing the seams of the suit jacket, her lips brushing against Luan Yenan’s neck.

When she didn’t hear an answer from Luan Yenan, she pressed further, “Are you going to mark me? Or are you too afraid?”

Luan Yenan captured the lips of this irresponsible, drunken girl in a kiss.

To her surprise, the little white flower actively extended her tongue, mimicking Luan Yenan’s movements. Completely unaware of how thoroughly she was being consumed, she instead flooded Luan Yenan with the scent of vanilla.

Luan Yenan’s mind swayed, rationality slipping away as she pressed forward.

Bang—the dressing table shook.

The vase placed nearby didn’t escape the chaos either. With the shaking, it wobbled and rolled off the table.

With a clang, it hit the ground, water splashing everywhere, the colorful flowers scattering across the floor.

The water from the vase spread outward, soaking the makeup bag.

A lip gloss that had fallen out of the bag mixed with the water, spreading further until it reached the heel of Luan Yenan’s high heels.

The high heels took a step forward.

Zuo Baixuan’s mind went blank, all movement halting.

Luan Yenan also pulled back slightly.

Through the mirror, Luan Yenan saw herself—her lips now stained with Zuo Baixuan’s signature shade. The madness in the reflection had lessened, but her gaze was still blazing, as if it could set Zuo Baixuan on fire at any moment.

If this continued, it might not just be a simple mark anymore.

Luan Yenan grabbed Zuo Baixuan’s hand and guided it into her pocket.

The familiar shape wasn’t anything else—it was an inhibitor.

Luan Yenan always carried inhibitors with her.

Today’s Top Ten Singers Competition was filled with students, and a place crowded with Alphas and Omegas was no exception.

Three inhibitors were neatly arranged in her pocket.

The vodka scent in the air had already begun to seep out through the cracks under the restroom door.

It was unclear how long the commotion they were making in the restroom, along with the S-grade pheromones, would take to attract attention from outside.

Luan Yenan placed all three inhibitors on the table, then removed her suit jacket and casually tossed it onto the back of a chair.

She undid a button on her shirt, shook out her long hair, revealing her collarbone.

Then she rolled up her sleeves, one button at a time.

Zuo Baixuan’s eyes were fixed on Luan Yenan’s movements, as if watching a slow-motion movie.

She watched as Luan Yenan’s slender, elegant hand took the inhibitor, removed the cap.

Luan Yenan guided Zuo Baixuan’s hand, pressing the needle into her own arm.

As the needle pierced Luan Yenan’s skin, Zuo Baixuan’s psychological defenses also crumbled.

Conflicting thoughts had been swirling in Zuo Baixuan’s mind.

On one hand, she thought that given their cooperative relationship, a temporary mark could bring them many benefits. If it was Luan Yenan, marking her wouldn’t be a problem.

But on the other hand, even a temporary mark symbolized an Alpha’s “ownership” over an Omega. Especially with an S-grade Alpha like Luan Yenan, the concentration of pheromones in this small space was already overwhelming. A mark on her gland would be enough to breach her reproductive cavity, completing a permanent mark—or even leading to pregnancy.

Deep down, Zuo Baixuan was terrified of ending up like her mother, losing herself because of a mark and suffering that kind of pain.

Luan Yenan had been observing the changes in Zuo Baixuan’s expression.

So it was like this, after all.

Because of her childhood experiences, Luan Yenan knew she had always been a sensitive person. Whether she acted decisively or recklessly, she had never had a true confidant.

This was also why, after transmigrating, she felt no regret or longing—only a sense of liberation.

So she understood very well how childhood experiences could shape a person.

Zuo Baixuan was like her—a person who had been hurt and couldn’t afford to be hurt again.

Thinking this, Luan Yenan gently embraced Zuo Baixuan.

Zuo Baixuan trembled slightly at the hug, her hand pushing the inhibitor into Luan Yenan’s body.

As the inhibitor entered her system, Luan Yenan felt a wave of discomfort, her grip on Zuo Baixuan loosening.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her complexion beginning to pale.

The lips that had been stained with Zuo Baixuan’s color gradually lost their hue, and her body grew cold.

Yet, the pheromones from the back of her neck continued to flow relentlessly.

Zuo Baixuan noticed something was wrong and cupped Luan Yenan’s face.

Luan Yenan immediately forced a weak smile.

The surrounding pheromones seemed to turn into a mist, blurring her vision.

“Why is this happening? This isn’t normal.” Zuo Baixuan tossed the used inhibitor aside.

Normally, inhibitors didn’t take effect immediately, but they shouldn’t cause such a sudden adverse reaction either.

Luan Yenan, calmer than Zuo Baixuan, smoothed Zuo Baixuan’s disheveled hair from their earlier passionate kiss and reassured her, “The doctor said the first susceptible period after taking the medication would be like this. It’s normal, maybe I just need more inhibitors.”

With that, she picked up the second one, but her condition was indeed worsening, her body trembling slightly.

“You’re not having a reaction to the inhibitors, are you?” Zuo Baixuan gripped Luan Yenan’s hand.

Luan Yenan’s gaze followed the butterfly ear clip upward, planting a kiss on Zuo Baixuan’s earlobe.

Then she looked into Zuo Baixuan’s eyes and lightly kissed her lips.

“Don’t worry so much, I won’t leave you a widow.”

Hearing Luan Yenan still had the energy to joke, Zuo Baixuan bit her lip without thinking, only letting go when she heard a hiss of pain.

“You’d better not. Otherwise, all your efforts now will belong to me.”

Luan Yenan leaned on Zuo Baixuan’s shoulder. “Not my efforts—our efforts. But… you don’t want me to die, do you?”

“Of course not! Your debts…” Zuo Baixuan, agitated, tried to correct Luan Yenan’s thinking.

“You really love me, huh.” Luan Yenan chuckled, interrupting her.

“What nonsense are you spouting? I just…” Zuo Baixuan was thrown into disarray by Luan Yenan’s unpredictable advances.

But Luan Yenan looked up again, leaning in to kiss her.

The vanilla scent was indeed more effective than the inhibitor, instantly erasing all discomfort.

Luan Yenan took Zuo Baixuan’s hand again, picking up the second inhibitor.

Zuo Baixuan felt her determination.

This Alpha was truly different from others.

She was crazier than the predatory instincts ingrained in Alphas. Her powerful need for control extended even to herself, even to the instincts hardwired into her genes.

As the kiss ended, so did the injection.

Zuo Baixuan leaned against the mirror, breathing lightly.

This feeling was truly subtle.

The situation was undeniably tense, yet the two of them could still lose themselves in a kiss.

However, the air was still thick with the scent of vodka. In the midst of oxygen deprivation and dizzying intoxication, Zuo Baixuan, still gripping Luan Yenan’s hand, picked up the third inhibitor.

Coming to her senses, Zuo Baixuan quickly tightened her wrist and threw the inhibitor to the ground.

Luan Yenan couldn’t control Zuo Baixuan’s resistance.

The specially packaged inhibitor, unlike the fragile vase, didn’t break upon hitting the floor. Instead, it rolled away, disappearing into the puddle of lip gloss and water that had stained the ground red.

Luan Yenan, weakened by the abnormal pheromones, looked down at the rolling inhibitor.

Then, puzzled, she raised her head.

What she saw was Zuo Baixuan’s gaze, filled with concern yet tinged with a teasing glint. All traces of fear and panic had vanished.

This familiar teasing expression amused Luan Yenan.

She couldn’t help but marvel at how this world truly operated on the principle of “the strong prey on the weak.”

A weakened Alpha had actually piqued this Omega’s interest.

Luan Yenan could already foresee what would happen next, her weak eyes reignited with a spark.

Zuo Baixuan.

You’re really something!

Then, Zuo Baixuan grabbed Luan Yenan’s shirt collar. “Do you want to die by injecting three inhibitors in a row?”

She jumped down from the dressing table, her legs wobbling slightly, and pushed Luan Yenan backward.

The two of them ended up sitting on a chair.

Zuo Baixuan straddled Luan Yenan’s lap, tilting her neck slightly without saying another word.

Luan Yenan’s hand instinctively brushed over the now-useless suppressant patch, tearing it off and tossing it to the ground. She pulled Zuo Baixuan into her arms again, though her weakened state made it difficult to position her perfectly.

But their past intimacy allowed Zuo Baixuan to know exactly what position Luan Yenan preferred.

She straightened up and leaned closer to Luan Yenan.

Meeting her favorite position, Luan Yenan bared her canine teeth, first gently licking the delicate spot on Zuo Baixuan’s neck.

The rich vanilla scent stimulated her taste buds and nostrils. Her canines fully extended, piercing the Omega’s gland.

The little white flower in her arms swayed as if caught in a strong wind, trembling with each movement.

The Alpha’s pheromones flowed through her canines.

The gland, the pheromones—these were experiences completely absent from her original world. It was strange, yet fascinating.

Meeting Zuo Baixuan in this world was truly a blessing.

While Luan Yenan marveled inwardly, she traced circles on Zuo Baixuan’s neck with her fingertips, trying to elicit a response.

But Zuo Baixuan, at this moment, instinctively let out soft murmurs, releasing a flood of pheromones to resist.

The Omega’s vanilla scent was no longer sweet, now carrying a hint of sourness.

Zuo Baixuan’s resistance shattered Luan Yenan’s dreamlike state, pulling her back to reality. Was there something wrong with her own pheromones, even for an Omega?

A thought flashed through her mind, and the vodka scent seemed to recoil in shock, quickly receding.

At this level, not even a temporary mark had been completed.

“Are you okay?” Luan Yenan asked with concern, restraining herself.

Zuo Baixuan’s gaze was distant, her mind wandering back to the first time she had entered Luan Yenan’s room and seen the whip in the closet, her reaction then.

Luan Yenan was extremely sensitive to the term “domestic violence” She had even halted the marking process just because Zuo Baixuan had cried out in pain.

Where was the madness in that?

She was more like a fool.

An irredeemable fool.

A fool you couldn’t help but like.

Marking wasn’t scary.

If it was Luan Yenan, it didn’t matter.

“Fool.” Zuo Baixuan leaned on Luan Yenan’s shoulder. “If you don’t mark me, aren’t you afraid that after nurturing me, I’ll run off with someone else?”

The surrounding pheromones were diminishing, and Luan Yenan’s mind was gradually clearing.

But the clearer her mind became, the stronger her dark desires for Zuo Baixuan grew.

Of course, she was afraid.

But her canines could no longer bear to sink into that swollen neck.

Luan Yenan licked and kissed Zuo Baixuan’s neck.

Her breath warm against Zuo Baixuan’s skin, she asked, “If I mark you, will you stay?”

Zuo Baixuan, tickled, gripped Luan Yenan’s shirt tightly. At this point, it was unclear who was more afraid of the other running away.

Neither of them got an answer.

Knock, knock, knock—

The door suddenly rattled with urgent knocking.

“Teacher Luan, are you okay? I’m… I’m a volunteer from the student council. I’m a Beta, so I won’t be affected, but someone said pheromones were leaking from the restroom, so they sent me to check.”

The student’s voice outside was fragmented, clearly panicked.

Zuo Baixuan straightened up.

But Luan Yenan wanted to hold her a little longer.

Her little white flower.

Just a little more time alone in this space.

She held Zuo Baixuan and turned her head toward the door. “I’m in my susceptible period, I’ve already taken an inhibitor. It’s under control, sorry for the trouble.”

“N-no problem… Um… Do you need help? Is… is Teacher’s wife inside?” The little Beta stammered, trying to fulfill his duty.

Luan Yenan chuckled, her warm breath brushing against Zuo Baixuan’s shoulder.

Zuo Baixuan lightly tapped her forehead, signaling her to move.

Reluctantly, Luan Yenan let go, leaning back in the chair as she reached for her suit jacket and struggled to put it on.

Zuo Baixuan glanced at the mess on the floor. There were no handy tools around to clean it up, and it was impossible to explain.

She used the mirror behind her to check her gland, which was unusually red and swollen. She could only cover it with her hair for now—there was no other option.

After straightening her clothes, she walked to the door and opened it.

The hot air inside the room, mixed with vodka and vanilla, rushed out.

Zuo Baixuan’s face flushed, and she pursed her lips, relieved that the person outside was a Beta who couldn’t smell anything.

But the little volunteer’s face was also red. After all, she was an adult.

The closed door, the messy room, the disheveled hair and clothes of the two wives, and the warm air blowing out from the room—what did it all mean? She didn’t dare to think too deeply about it.

They were a legally married couple, and with Luan Yenan in her susceptible period, whatever happened was normal.

While the little volunteer was still trying to calm herself down, the weakened Luan Yenan stood up.

Zuo Baixuan noticed and quickly turned to support her.

But Luan Yenan crouched down and picked up a blue rose from the floor.

The once vibrant and tender rose now had a red stain on its petals, along with a dented bruise.

It must have been accidentally stepped on by Luan Yenan’s high heel, which was stained with lip gloss during the chaos.

Holding the flower, Luan Yenan sighed softly. “Is it always like this? Every time I give you flowers, they end up like this?”

Would the little white flower also get hurt because of me?

Luan Yenan didn’t want to become like that despicable man.

She gently twirled the blue rose in her hand, the thorns on the stem pricking her skin. It didn’t hurt—it felt like the touch of the inhibitor needle earlier. She pressed harder, feeling the sharp thorns dig into her fingertips.

Zuo Baixuan watched Luan Yenan, surprised to see a hint of sadness in her eyes.

The most talked-about entrepreneurial genius in the capital, feeling so upset over a bouquet of flowers—it definitely wasn’t about the money.

Zuo Baixuan also glanced at the bruised blue rose, its atmosphere now tinged with gloom.

She reached out and pinched Luan Yenan’s ear. “You’re not thinking of using this as an excuse to stop giving me flowers from now on, are you?”

Luan Yenan was caught off guard.

Then she heard Zuo Baixuan continue, “From now on, you’ll give me flowers every day until you find that the survival rate of the flowers you give me reaches 99%. Only then can you stop.”

Hearing this, Luan Yenan smiled again. Ignoring the little volunteer still standing at the door, she wrapped her arms around Zuo Baixuan’s waist. “That means I’ll have to give you flowers at least 198 more times. Are you asking me for flowers?”

“If you don’t want to give them, you don’t have to.” Zuo Baixuan said, tilting her head up without avoiding Luan Yenan’s gaze.

Luan Yenan noticed that Zuo Baixuan’s attitude toward her had changed significantly this time.

She wasn’t avoiding her because of what had just happened. Instead, it seemed like she had come to some realization.

Luan Yenan nodded. “Of course, I’m willing. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Ahem…” The little Beta outside couldn’t help but cough, then quickly covered her mouth.

She hadn’t meant to. She was just parched from running over earlier, and watching the two of them interact had made her lose control for a moment.

“Sorry, we’ll clean this up later.” Zuo Baixuan said to the little volunteer.

The little volunteer wasn’t sure how to respond. Should she offer to help? But after some thought, she decided it was better not to disturb the room further.

Instead, she asked another question: “Teacher Luan, with your susceptible period like this, can you still participate in the Top Ten Singers competition? Everyone’s really looking forward to it, but if your body can’t handle it, it might be better to go home and rest.”

Luan Yenan’s weak and exhausted state was impossible to hide, and the little volunteer could see it at a glance.

Luan Yenan thought for a moment, then replied, “I’ll go home with my wife for now. Please apologize to the responsible teacher for me. But I’ll still sing.”

“Huh?” The little volunteer was confused. How could she sing if she was going home?

“Do you know what a live stream is?” Luan Yenan asked, leaning against the dressing table.

“Like… CCTV news, live broadcasts? Or a remote connection?” The little volunteer was still puzzled.

Luan Yenan smiled. “Alright, you can go now. I’ll contact the responsible teacher.”

Zuo Baixuan, who had gone outside to fetch a broom and mop to clean up, didn’t miss the conversation between Luan Yenan and the little volunteer.

She suddenly understood what Luan Yenan was planning.

“You really never miss an opportunity to advertise, do you?”

Luan Yenan walked over to Zuo Baixuan, took the mop from her hands, and whispered with a smile, “Hurry up. Once we’re done cleaning, let’s go home early.”

Home.

Zuo Baixuan gritted her teeth slightly.

Luan Yenan had given the word “home” a new meaning.

If only the fire in her eyes wasn’t burning so fiercely. Zuo Baixuan had a feeling something else was going to happen once they got back.