When a Scumbag Cannon Fodder Alpha Meets a Mad Movie Queen Villainess - Chapter 17

Footsteps echoed in the hallway outside as the lounge door was gently pushed open a crack, revealing a single watching eye whose pupil gradually dilated.

The word “drugged” flashed through Yan Yue’s mind, her fingers tightening into fists.

Qi Ning’an was truly a pervert—a complete lunatic.

A light taps on her shoulder. Warm, moist breath brushed against her ear, the familiar scent forcing her thoughts to halt as a voice murmured, “Little treasure, you had me searching all over for you.”

Yan Yue shuddered, her neck stiff as she turned to see a face wearing a mocking half-smile. Her fingers trembled.

“Didn’t know you had a peeping kink,” Zhou Huan mused, closing the lounge door behind her with one hand while gripping Yan Yue’s wrist. “How about I film you later? Don’t worry, I’ll blur your face.”

“No.” Yan Yue shook her head. “Let me go. I know I was wrong before—just leave me alone.”

Zhou Huan ignored her, gently stroking the canary’s hair. “Come on, I’m joking. Would I really upload your videos to the dark web? You belong to me.”

Dragged forward against her will, Yan Yue couldn’t help glancing back at the closed door. The alpha inside shared her fate—both of them caged songbirds with clipped wings.

Shen Yuanyi’s cheeks were flushed, her breathing soft with sleep, like a drugged baby.

Unable to resist, Qi Ning’an pulled out her phone, pinching Shen Yuanyi’s cheek for a selfie before posing for more—kissing her cheek, nibbling her ear, pressing lips to her neck…

Excitement surged as she snapped photos from every angle.

She dared not move too much, afraid to wake the sleeping puppy. After all, she would never use anything that could harm her.

A drunken puppy was enough.

Holding her close, stealing kisses, taking pictures—this was all she needed.

The pheromones seeping from her glands screamed for her to claim the alpha before her. Heat had her swallowing hard at the sight of such temptation. She stood to brew herself tea.

God, she wanted Shen Yuanyi—wanted her scent injected deep, wanted to be dirtied by her…

Qi Ning’an tilted her head back, gasping, then hastily gulped down a cup of tea to smother the fire inside.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone was at the door—probably looking to use the lounge.

Setting the cup aside, Qi Ning’an weakly rose and opened it.

A wave of tea-scented pheromones flooded out as she faced a meek, clean-cut alpha at the threshold.

“P—Professor Qi,” the young alpha stammered, blushing to the tips of her ears.

This wasn’t someone seeking rest. This was an offering.

Stars trading their bodies for opportunities weren’t uncommon, and Qi Ning’an had seen plenty. She opened her mouth to refuse—

Then someone swayed up behind her.

“She’s mine.”

Shen Yuanyi wrapped her arms around Qi Ning’an’s waist, chin resting on her shoulder as she glared at the outsider.

A silent battle of alpha gazes. The one at the door seemed to ask: On what right?

Shen Yuanyi was successfully provoked into a competitive mood. Like declaring sovereignty, she stuck out her tongue to lick Qi Ning’an’s neck before biting down, her challenging eyes fixed on the alpha standing outside the door.

Qi Ning’an concealed her excitement and agitation, calmly closing her eyes as if truly helpless against the person behind her, indulging her affectionately.

Only then did that alpha finally realize Qi Ning’an already had a lover—and she had just tried to offer herself right in front of said lover. “Sorry,” the stranger stammered, her face flushing red as she bowed before running off.

Shen Yuanyi snorted indignantly and released Qi Ning’an’s neck, staggering backward until she nearly tripped over herself.

Fortunately, Qi Ning’an reacted swiftly and caught her hand.

“Shen Yuanyi, are you sober now?”

Hearing her name, Shen Yuanyi lifted her gaze to glance at Qi Ning’an but remained silent.

This left Qi Ning’an uncertain whether she was still drunk or had sobered up.

“How many is this?” Qi Ning’an held up four fingers in front of Shen Yuanyi’s eyes.

Shen Yuanyi didn’t answer. Instead, she fumbled around herself and pulled out a suppressant and an inhibitor patch from her bag.

She handed the inhibitor patch to Qi Ning’an.

“For me?”

Shen Yuanyi nodded.

It was somewhat amusing—despite being drunk, the little alpha, sensing the abnormal pheromones in the room, hadn’t instinctively thought of marking but had instead pulled out an inhibitor patch from her bag.

Qi Ning’an smiled, clasping her hands behind her back. “Then help me put it on.”

Shen Yuanyi’s sluggish mind processed the request. Helping Qi Ning’an apply the suppressant didn’t seem like a bad idea, so she nodded. “Okay.”

Drunk, she was far bolder than when sober.

The omega walked over to the couch and sat down, sweeping aside the hair at the nape of her neck to reveal snow-white skin and a pink, pulsating gland.

Biting shyly on her index finger, her ears tinged red as she instructed, “Be gentle.”

The pheromones she released had condensed into liquid, seeping from her gland as a transparent fluid with a rich tea fragrance—an absolute lure for any alpha.

Shen Yuanyi stepped behind Qi Ning’an and swallowed hard.

The innocent little wolf touched it with her fingers and asked in confusion, “What’s wrong with you?”

Her fingers came away wet and slick with the gland’s secretions. She rubbed them together, then brought them to her nose, inhaling the refreshing tea scent.

There was a saying among alphas and omegas: A person could hide their desires, but their glands never could.

Qi Ning’an struggled to suppress the restlessness inside, whispering, “Why don’t you… lick it?”

Drunk and guileless, Shen Yuanyi thought this made sense and nodded.

She started with her own fingers, sucking them into her mouth and closing her eyes as she savored the taste. The scene reflected off the metal panel on the wall.

Qi Ning’an panted, unable to resist looking up at the clueless yet undeniably erotic Shen Yuanyi, feeling shy and flushed for the first time.

If the puppy had known even a little more, she wouldn’t have obediently followed instructions—let alone licked her own fingers.

Her heart clenched violently, pounding wildly…

“Ah~” Qi Ning’an lowered her head, covering her mouth, her eyes fixed on the floor, pupils trembling with excitement, cheeks flushed crimson.

So lewd, this puppy. She loved her so much.

“No taste,” Shen Yuanyi said, pulling her fingers free with a long string of saliva that snapped against her chin. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

Qi Ning’an coaxed, “How could there be no scent? Why don’t you try licking again?”

“The back of the neck?” Shen Yuanyi’s muddled mind pondered. “The dampness there does make it hard to apply suppressant patches.”

Bending halfway down, she sniffed as if about to taste a matcha cake, then quickly flicked her tongue out for a lick.

Qi Ning’an’s eyes widened, muscles visibly tensing as she bit down on her index finger to suppress any sound.

The brush of that tongue against the sensitive gland made Qi Ning’an shudder, goosebumps rising as her breathing grew ragged, eyes darkening with pleasure.

“Ah—” Catching the escaped moan, Qi Ning’an hastily clamped a hand over her mouth.

Hearing the noise, Shen Yuanyi straightened up, tilting her head in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

Unable to speak, Qi Ning’an shook her head, abdomen burning with need, heart fluttering as if teased by feathers.

She wanted… wanted to take Shen Yuanyi right then.

But that would earn her hatred.

Two years ago, after their fight, the puppy she’d driven away returned as a coma patient in the hospital. Her fault—had she not pushed her away, the accident wouldn’t have happened.

Was this her punishment?

Clutching Shen Yuanyi’s hand by the hospital bed, she’d wept repentant tears onto their joined hands, soaking the white sheets, begging for her to wake up.

When consciousness returned a month later, those vacant eyes still gave Qi Ning’an hope. Feeding her favorite cream cakes to that unresponsive shell, wiping stray cream from slack lips with her own tongue—she’d believed her puppy would return.

Day after day of coaxing with favorite foods, talking at the bedside until she could no longer tell if Shen Yuanyi’s silence was willful anger or death’s stillness.

Even after realizing another soul now inhabited that body, she played along—caring for it, giving it whatever it desired.

Now with Shen Yuanyi truly returned, all that pent-up longing threatened to erupt. She yearned to pounce, to crush her in an embrace, but that would only breed disgust.

Rising from the couch, Qi Ning’an removed her silencing hand and inhaled deeply. “Give me the suppressant patch. I’ll apply it myself. So thoughtful of you to prepare them, puppy.”

Drunkenly nodding, Shen Yuanyi stepped forward to hand it over but stumbled.

Qi Ning’an caught her instinctively. Exhaustion and dizziness claimed Shen Yuanyi then, eyes fluttering shut as she mumbled, “For you…”

Gently smoothing Shen Yuanyi’s hair, Qi Ning’an smiled softly. “Thank you.”

——

Waking to familiar decor, Shen Yuanyi recognized Qi Ning’an’s villa and relaxed.

Her throbbing hangover made reconstructing last night’s events impossible—just how much had she drunk to black out?

Wait—was Qi Ning’an alright?

She scrambled up at a polite knock. “Miss Shen, shall we serve breakfast upstairs?”

Opening the door to the butler, she smiled courteously. “No need. Where’s Qi Ning’an?”

“The young mistress entered her cycle last night. She’s resting in her room now.”

Her cycle already?

Shen Yuanyi nodded. “Could you ask Qi Ning’an if she’d be willing to let me accompany her through her estrus cycle?”