A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online - Chapter 24

Yu Wanyin’s heart pounded violently, a wave of unnatural excitement flooding through her. From Qiao Sanghe’s gaze, she could see silent encouragement—an affirmation of their growing bond. The realization that her feelings were being accepted filled her with uncontrollable joy.

Looking at the breathtaking beauty in front of her, her courage grew. She gently kissed the soft skin before her, her movements filled with affection and longing. She buried her face in Qiao Sanghe’s embrace, intoxicated by the scent of her pheromones—utterly addicted to everything about her.

Qiao Sanghe’s skin was flawless, delicate like a freshly peeled lychee—translucent and glowing under the soft light. The sensation of her lips against that smoothness was moist and warm, impossibly satisfying.

When kissing her, Yu Wanyin felt truly connected—every second filled with bliss and passion. Qiao Sanghe was like a sweet, vanilla-scented dessert, and each kiss released a fragrance that stirred her soul, making her crave more. What began as restrained affection quickly spiraled into fervent hunger, then into unrestrained desire.

Her once light, butterfly-like touches became sensual licks and gentle nips. Rosy marks blossomed across Qiao Sanghe’s pale skin like pink petals—symbols of her possession. These marks, these signs of intimacy, thrilled Yu Wanyin even more. It was as if she was addicted to leaving traces of herself on this beautiful body, desperate to claim her entirely.

She had never felt such freedom before. This was the first time Qiao Sanghe had allowed such reckless intimacy. In the past, she would never have dared. Now, being in control, taking the lead—it was intoxicating.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, she pulled Qiao Sanghe into her arms. Surprised by being lifted, Qiao let out a soft gasp, her tone half protesting, half coquettish.

Yu Wanyin found her light and easy to carry. She seated her on her lap, wrapping her legs around her waist, feeling her entire weight press against her. It made her want to hold her tighter, kiss her deeper.

Qiao’s long, elegant legs wrapped around her waist—so beautifully shaped, smooth and pale. She could cradle them easily with one hand, savoring their warmth like a priceless treasure.

If possible, she wanted to touch them every day.

Yu Wanyin lowered her head and kissed the inside of her thighs. The skin there was especially sensitive, and Qiao Sanghe trembled, letting out a soft, shy sound. Her whole body blushed a delicate pink, her expression overwhelmed with bashfulness. She had given Yu Wanyin a measure of control, but she hadn’t expected her to take it so far.

She could tell Yu Wanyin’s thoughts had gone beyond what she ever imagined—bolder, more intense—and even though she felt flustered, there was a trace of curiosity. What would she do next?

Countless kisses fell upon her thighs, leaving behind a field of pink marks on the once flawless skin—an ambiguous, intimate bloom. As Yu Wanyin adjusted their position, her hand slid to Qiao Sanghe’s waist, tilting her gently until she leaned half-lying against her.

Qiao’s body pressed against her, soft and warm. Yu Wanyin’s knee slowly nudged against a sensitive point.

“Mm…”

Qiao shivered and moaned softly, her alluring eyes glimmering even more radiantly, urging Yu Wanyin onward.

That soft voice was like fuel to the fire—Yu Wanyin could no longer hold back. Her kisses rained down feverishly. Qiao Sanghe’s voice, so tender and sultry, stirred her like nothing else.

She whispered gently in her ear.

“Qiao Qiao… say my name, okay? Every time I kiss you, just call my name once. I love hearing your voice when you’re like this—it’s the most beautiful sound in the world.”

Qiao’s cheeks turned bright red. Yu Wanyin was pushing her limits—not just physically, but emotionally too. It was already embarrassing enough being touched like this, and now she was being asked to moan aloud… She felt like a cooked prawn, completely overwhelmed. Her usual calm and composure had vanished, crumbling under Yu Wanyin’s relentless affection.

“Mm…”

Another soft moan escaped her lips, and Yu Wanyin lit up with excitement. She took it as encouragement and became even more daring, trailing kisses and caresses across her body, her breathing growing heavier.

She lavished her with instinctive love, desperate to merge her into her own being.

“Yu Wanyin… slower… please slow down…”

Qiao’s please were soft and weak, struggling to keep up with the pace. Yu Wanyin’s passion was wild, bordering on obsession. She needed to hear her voice—again and again.

Breathless, Yu Wanyin suddenly chuckled and said:

“Do you like being kissed like this, my master? If you do, I’ll kiss you even more deeply.”

The word “master” left Qiao Sanghe momentarily stunned. Something about that title stirred something inside her. She… liked it. Surprisingly much. Perhaps Yu Wanyin really did know how to please her.

“…I do.”

“Then I’ll kiss my master even more.”

With that, Yu Wanyin embraced her again and kissed her with renewed fervor—her thighs, her waist, and the softest, most sensitive places. That tender spot was so delicate it felt like even the lightest kiss could break it, and yet it was so tempting.

Qiao Sanghe’s soft cries intensified, the sound bewitching Yu Wanyin further. It was like a demon coaxing an angel to fall deeper into sin—each kiss a surrender, each breath a bond.

Yu Wanyin moved to the back of her neck, where her pheromone glands were. She kissed the sensitive spot harder. Qiao Sanghe trembled in her arms, her scent growing stronger—sweeter, richer, and more intoxicating.

Unable to resist, Yu Wanyin sank her teeth gently into the gland, releasing her own pheromones into it.

Qiao Sanghe flinched, a sharp pain shooting through her body, her soft moan laced with discomfort.

“Ah… it hurts…”

Yu Wanyin’s heart ached for her. She knew how sensitive this area was, so she kissed it gently to soothe the pain. Slowly, her scent fully entered Qiao Sanghe’s gland—marking her. A temporary bond was sealed.

It took a long time for Qiao Sanghe to calm down. The pain faded, replaced by an overwhelming dependence on Yu Wanyin. She clung tightly to her, wanting nothing more than to be held.

“…Hold me tighter,” she whispered softly.

An Omega who had just been marked needed their Alpha. That’s why Qiao Sanghe couldn’t bear to part from Yu Wanyin. Only in her arms did she feel whole, comforted, safe.

Yu Wanyin loved holding her too—especially now, seeing her soft, vulnerable side. The normally aloof Qiao Sanghe had melted into someone tender and affectionate. She wanted to freeze this moment in time, to linger in this warmth forever.

She kissed her lips deeply, passionately—two bodies entwined in love under the tender embrace of the night.
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The Next Morning

Qiao Sanghe woke from her dreams with a lingering sense of exhaustion. Her body felt sore all over, especially her legs. The scenes from the night before replayed vividly in her mind.

No wonder everything hurt so much.

Yu Wanyin had been far too intense—bending her into all sorts of… imaginative poses. Just the kissing alone had gone on for hours.

And to think it all started as a “punishment.” How had it ended with her being punished instead?

She was still processing her indignation when Yu Wanyin stirred beside her and pulled her close again, nuzzling into her as though last night hadn’t been enough.

Qiao Sanghe was enveloped in that familiar citrusy scent—Yu Wanyin’s pheromones. She couldn’t help but lean closer, letting herself be held a while longer.

Eventually, they got out of bed and began to dress.

Yu Wanyin adored helping Qiao Sanghe dress—it felt like a ritual, one meant just for her. Since marking her, Yu Wanyin’s feelings had deepened. Her once reverent affection had turned into fervent devotion.

Qiao Sanghe noticed the warmth of her fingers, and every brush of skin sent shivers down her spine. Her dependence was… startling.

Temporary markings lasted 7–10 days. If renewed, the effects would extend longer. Through the shared pheromones, both partners could sense each other’s emotions, almost telepathically.

Yu Wanyin, now intrigued by the benefits, secretly began researching more about marking—enthusiastically diving into every resource she could find.

That day, they had no filming work scheduled.

Yu Xiaoya had nearly recovered and was set to be discharged.

Yu Wanyin went to pick her up.

Qiao Sanghe, unwilling to be apart even for a second, clung to her arm and softly insisted:

“Let’s go see our sister together.”

Yu Wanyin’s heart skipped a beat. Our sister? She hadn’t used a subject—was she implying Xiaoya belonged to both of them now?

How sweet.

When they arrived at the hospital, Yu Xiaoya was radiant—her hair beginning to grow back into a soft buzzcut. Soon, her long black hair would return.

She beamed at the sight of Yu Wanyin and rushed to embrace her.

But as she got closer, her nose twitched.

There was something strange about her sister’s scent. As an Omega, she was especially sensitive to pheromones.

Yu Wanyin was an Alpha. But… there was an unfamiliar Omega’s scent on her. Strong, pervasive, and… oddly familiar.

Wait—

Yu Xiaoya’s big eyes widened in shock.

She turned and looked at Qiao Sanghe.

And instantly realized—

Qiao Sanghe was drenched in her sister’s scent. Not faint traces, not a brief touch—but saturated from head to toe.

Their scents had mingled completely.

Her jaw dropped.

“Sister… what did you do to Sister Qiao?!”