A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online - Chapter 23

The atmosphere was thick with tension and desire, making both of their breaths grow shallow.

Yu Wanyin could hear the frantic pounding of her own heart. Her gaze was locked solely on Qiao Sanghe, as if enchanted, bewitched. She leaned down, wrapping her arms gently around Qiao’s waist, pulling her into an embrace. Their bodies pressed together—soft, smooth skin against skin—while the citrusy scent of orange blossom rose uncontrollably in the air.

With eyes clouded in devotion and longing, Yu Wanyin leaned in, her tongue flicking delicately against Qiao Sanghe’s tender skin. It was as though by doing so, she could imprint her scent upon her—mark her not just in body, but in soul.

The pear syrup trickling down Qiao Sanghe’s skin had a light sweetness to it, mingled with the faint fragrance of vanilla. It was intoxicating. Though there was no alcohol involved, Yu Wanyin felt as though she were drunk—intoxicated not by drink, but by Qiao Sanghe herself.

To her, Qiao Sanghe’s body was the most addictive aphrodisiac. She wanted her—desperately, wildly. The urge to claim her, to possess her entirely, welled up in her like a primal force, exposing the beast within, breaking free from her usual restraint.

These weren’t emotions Yu Wanyin typically displayed. But in front of Qiao Sanghe, there was no hiding them anymore. Her desire—to devour her—was laid bare.

Under the soft, dim light, Qiao Sanghe’s porcelain skin glowed with an ethereal luster. Her breathtaking beauty only deepened Yu Wanyin’s obsession. Yet she remained ever mindful of Qiao’s feelings, her touches gentle and precise. Her tongue moved with reverence, each lick measured to elicit that perfect shiver of pleasure. She served her carefully, attentively, devotedly.

Qiao Sanghe’s skin tingled with each caress, warmth spreading rapidly through her. She felt as though she were bathed in golden sunlight. Her body grew more and more sensitive. Her exquisite face was now flushed, like a perfectly ripened peach. Each smile, each subtle expression shimmered with seduction—a far cry from her usual cool, distant demeanor.

Only Yu Wanyin could melt her icy exterior.

Only she had the power to pull her into such emotional vulnerability, to break her rules, to make her question her own principles. It was something Qiao Sanghe would’ve once thought impossible.

Yu Wanyin looked like the picture of innocence—so obedient, so earnest, like a naïve little animal. Her eyes shimmered with moisture, full of life, her pink tongue tinged with just enough temptation to be irresistible. Her kisses and licks were clumsy, but the raw sincerity behind them made Qiao’s breath hitch. Every awkward little touch hit the deepest part of her heart, leaving her sensitive, shy—and thoroughly enraptured.

As her breathing grew heavier, Qiao Sanghe instinctively reached out, cupping Yu Wanyin’s cheek, drawing her closer by the neck. Their bodies pressed together, more intimate than ever. Their pheromones intermingled, the air around them thick with a heady, seductive scent—an unspoken acknowledgment of their growing bond, forged through closeness and shared intimacy.

But suddenly, Qiao Sanghe remembered something.

They had never completed a real mark.

Every time, Yu Wanyin would merely nibble clumsily at her scent gland—just enough for a trace of pheromones to enter, triggering a mild response. It made Qiao Sanghe more sensitive, sure, even susceptible—but it never reached the threshold of an actual mark. Not even a temporary one.

Even now, with their scents wrapped around each other, the mark wouldn’t last. In just a day or two, all trace of the other’s scent would vanish completely—as if they had never touched. No proof of being marked.

No trace of ownership.

Qiao Sanghe furrowed her brow in thought. She looked at Yu Wanyin’s innocent face and suddenly realized something shocking.

“Yu Wanyin… don’t tell me you don’t know how to mark an Omega.”

Yu Wanyin’s body stiffened.

She blinked, the haze of desire slowly clearing from her eyes. She thought seriously about the question—then answered with certainty.

“I don’t.”

“…”

Qiao Sanghe didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

If back on that cruise she had encountered anyone else—any other Alpha—she would’ve most likely been temporarily marked. If she were unlucky, maybe even permanently.

But instead, she ended up with an Alpha who didn’t even know how to mark.

How rare was that? Were there even a handful of such clueless Alphas in the world? Wasn’t it something they were born knowing how to do?

Yu Wanyin, however, truly looked innocent. Qiao Sanghe had been her first. Her life before this had been so simple, so straightforward. In health class, she’d learned what marking was, sure—but how to do it? She hadn’t the slightest idea.

Which brought them back to the question: just how does one mark someone?

She looked up at Qiao Sanghe with wide, confused eyes, full of curiosity and sincerity—like a diligent student awaiting guidance.

“Qiao Qiao… will you teach me?”

Qiao Sanghe was speechless.

Was this something an Omega was supposed to teach an Alpha? If word got out, she would be laughed to death. Her cheeks flushed hotly.

“You’ve got the nerve to ask me to teach you? Honestly, you should find a book or two and study up first.”

With that, she gently pushed Yu Wanyin away, trying to suppress her embarrassment. Her skin was now tinged a soft red.

But Yu Wanyin wasn’t about to give up.

She nuzzled close again, lips brushing across Qiao Sanghe’s skin. Her tongue flicked over her collarbone, her teeth grazing a sensitive spot. Her voice was low, teasing, laced with desire.

“Or… would you rather I figure it out with your body as my textbook?”

Qiao Sanghe shot her a glare. If she really let this clumsy fool experiment, who knew what chaos would ensue? She’d probably get teased to the brink of madness before anything got accomplished.

“A temporary mark… is done by biting the scent gland and injecting your pheromones.”

She didn’t explain how to make it permanent. It was just too embarrassing to say.

And yet, to her own surprise, the thought of a permanent mark—with Yu Wanyin—had flickered through her mind. Even if just for a second.

Yu Wanyin nodded seriously, though she now remembered something else: there was another kind of mark—permanent. She didn’t know how it worked exactly, but it had to be different from the temporary kind, right?

Still, that could be studied later.

Her ultimate goal… was to permanently mark Qiao Sanghe. To make her truly, undeniably hers.

She nestled against Qiao Sanghe’s thighs again, savoring how those long, beautiful legs wrapped around her waist.

She wanted to be the one to bear the weight of Qiao’s entire body.

She had always been strong—thanks to years of martial arts and training. Holding Qiao Sanghe like this? No problem at all. As she thought about it, she leaned in and whispered in her ear, gently licking the soft skin.

“Qiao Qiao… how about trying a different kind of mark tonight?”

Qiao Sanghe trembled slightly, her breath catching. She wasn’t underestimating Yu Wanyin, but wasn’t this the same girl who didn’t even know how to do it just moments ago?

Still… the formerly clueless girl had clearly become quite skilled at seduction.

Qiao Sanghe was curious herself now—had her training really worked? Just what did Yu Wanyin want to do to her?

Leaning against the edge of the bed, Qiao Sanghe’s body was languid and soft, her curves on full display. Her delicate form was a vision of temptation. She met Yu Wanyin’s gaze, her smile carrying a dangerous allure.

This time, she was giving Yu Wanyin full, uninhibited permission.

Her voice was seductive, magnetic, deadly sweet.

“Alright. Then let’s see what you’ve got. Do whatever you want to me—if you think you can handle it.”