After Becoming the Live-in Scummy Alpha, I Pamper Her with Real Strength - Chapter 25

Third Floor of the Hospital, Outside the Third-Gender Clinic

He Song sat hunched over her phone on the row of waiting chairs, holding her medical file. With a mask, cap, and high ponytail, paired with a sporty outfit, she gave off an energetic, casual vibe.

The clinic was surprisingly crowded. Every seat in the hallway was taken, with several more people standing in line.

Next to her sat a girl who seemed to be an Omega, sporting soft pink hair and cute little earbuds, swaying to the music.

In front of the girl stood a tall woman in denim shorts, leaning down to watch the phone screen with her. Her long, glossy black hair reached her waist, and her pale legs were long and straight—probably even taller than He Song, maybe around 180 cm.

One hand braced the wall behind the pink-haired girl, while the other rested on her hip. Her pose wasn’t awkward, just… dominating.

She was clearly the girl’s girlfriend.

The pink-haired Omega sat for a while, then suddenly lifted her hand to scratch her shoulder, only to be smacked down with a sharp “slap” from her towering girlfriend.

“No scratching. You’ll be crying about it hurting again.”

The Omega pouted but retracted her hand obediently when she saw her girlfriend’s stern face—though not without muttering, “It’s just too itchy. I couldn’t help it.”

“You’re allergic to mangoes and still ate them. Who do you think is to blame?”

The pink-haired girl grumbled, “That doesn’t make sense. You smell like mangoes—why don’t I react to you?”

Everyone nearby, He Song included, instantly understood—and collectively averted their curious gazes.

Discussing that kind of thing in public… not the best idea.

The tall girl flushed bright red, scanning the crowd before hissing, “Mangoes and mango-scented pheromones are not the same. Shut up already.”

“I just wanted to see if mangoes tasted as good as you do—mmph mmph mmph…”

The world fell silent as the tall girl promptly slapped a hand over her girlfriend’s mouth.

He Song: …That’s new.

Should I be buying some peaches on the way home to… try?

Cough cough. No. Stay pure.

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“He Song, Number 17, He Song.”

Hearing the nurse call her name, He Song stood with her file and entered the exam room.

As the door closed behind her, the pink-haired Omega stared at her retreating back, deep in thought.

The tall girlfriend waved a hand in front of her face, annoyed. “What are you staring at?”

“Lu Lu, that person’s name is He Song.”

“So?”

“The actress who played Lu Li in Fenghua Chronicle is named He Song!”

The tall girl turned toward the exam room. “There’s no way it’s that much of a coincidence.”

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Inside the clinic, a sharp-featured female doctor in a white coat sat behind the computer. Her name tag read: Lin Wan.

She gestured for He Song to take a seat. “Tell me about your symptoms.”

He Song briefly described the recent odd changes in her body.

Lin Wan frowned slightly. “You’ve never had symptoms like this before?”

He Song shook her head. “No.”

“I checked your medical history. You have Alpha pheromone dependency, correct?”

He Song nodded. The original body did, and only reacted to Mo Qingran’s scent.

Lin Wan continued, “Have you been spending a lot of time with this Omega recently?”

“Yes. So… you think it’s related to the dependency?”

“Very likely. Head to the second floor after this for a blood draw so I can check your levels. Based on previous cases, the best way to relieve symptoms is through marking. The deeper the marking, the better the relief.”

He Song blinked. “There’s no medication? I—I don’t have an Omega.”

“You don’t?” Now Lin Wan looked surprised. “You’re not together? Pheromone dependency only occurs between Alpha-Omega pairs with over 90% compatibility.”

“That’s true, but we’re not… romantically involved. Just friends.”

“Friends?” Lin Wan looked skeptical. “That doesn’t add up. Your symptoms are textbook signs of pheromone imbalance—specifically a lack of pheromone regulation from your matched Omega. Are you sure you’ve never marked her?”

He Song immediately recalled the temporary marking. “It was just a temporary mark. Is that a problem?”

“There you go. You’ve already had contact with her pheromones—so unless you mark her again, there’s no other effective treatment.”

He Song thought of the suppressants Jiang Weiran used and asked hopefully, “I’ve been on medication to suppress dependency. Will that still help?”

Lin Wan shook her head. “Not after a marking. The body develops tolerance.”

“No other medication?”

Lin Wan glanced at her, sighed. “I could prescribe something stronger, but it’ll come at the cost of your health. If you get along with this Omega, why not try being together? Even temporary marks help. You could ease into it.”

“That time… she was just helping me.”

Lin Wan’s hand froze on the mouse. “Helping? Then go ask her if she’s willing to keep helping.”

“And if she isn’t?”

“Then stay away from her. Honestly, it’s like being allergic—proximity worsens your symptoms. Put some distance between you, combine it with medication, and you’ll get better.”

“How far is ‘away’?”

“Far enough to erase her from your life. No contact at all.”

He Song thought of the marriage certificate. She was already aboard Mo Qingran’s ship—now that it had set sail, it was far too late to jump off.

“I can’t avoid her. Not right now.”

Lin Wan pressed her lips together, clearly annoyed. “You can’t do this, can’t do that—fine, keep suffering. Just know, if this worsens, you’ll start getting irritable, anxious, even lose sleep. If you don’t want to spiral into a breakdown, you’d better figure it out fast.”

Breakdown? It’s that serious?

He Song’s face became a rainbow of shifting expressions, each revealing the chaos within.

Jiang Weiran’s post-marriage aggression, her violent outbursts at Mo Qingran, must’ve been tied to this. The anxiety of not being able to mark her mate manifested as violence.

Wait… am I going to turn into that kind of person too?

Damn. That’s terrifying.

He Song stumbled out of the room in a daze, completely missing the pink-haired girl next to her calling her name repeatedly.

“He Song! Hey! Are you the actress who played Lu Li?”

She stepped closer, finally getting a clear look at He Song’s half-covered face beneath the mask and hat.

Whoa, she really does look like her… but why does she seem kind of… blank?

He Song, on the verge of a meltdown, weakly waved her hand and made a few random gestures near her mouth, pretending to be mute.

Xia Zhu watched her leave in disappointment. “She’s not He Song.”

The tall girl glanced after her, as if she wanted to say something, but instead said, “Your turn, Bamboo. Go in and get some allergy meds from Dr. Lin.”

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He Song slumped onto the couch at home, holding a bag of meds and her test results, completely overwhelmed.

It was either sleep with Mo Qingran… or pack her bags and leave.

To do or not to do… that is the question.

She pulled out her phone and turned to the wisdom of the internet.

“How do you get an Omega to agree to be marked?”

Top reply: “OP, are you trying to take advantage of someone?!”

“Any Alpha who asks to mark an Omega without committing to them is a manipulative jerk. Reminder to all Omegas: don’t fall for a pretty face!”

“If you’re not planning to marry her, don’t even think about marking. Period.”

From the chaos of the comment section, He Song gained some serious insight into how significant marking is for an Omega.

Alphas can mark any Omega, but an Omega can only receive one lifelong mark. Once bonded, they’re biologically tied to their Alpha for life. To break that bond, they’d have to surgically remove their gland—an extremely painful procedure that also shortens lifespan.

Which is why forcibly marking an Omega for life is a serious legal offense unless married.

Temporary marking, however, isn’t as severe. As long as it’s consensual, kissing, hugging, and even biting the gland aren’t illegal.

But—if temporary marking goes on too long, the Omega can start to form a deep dependency on the Alpha’s pheromones.

“See? Omegas are so much trouble—can’t do this, can’t do that. Not even fun.”

“Bro, that’s the dumbest take I’ve seen today. If you hate Omegas, don’t date one. Don’t sit here bashing them.”

“AO pairs have natural attraction. It’s instinct first, feelings second. If it doesn’t work out later, just break up. It’s always the Omegas who cling and cry.”

“God, I can’t read this anymore. What kind of mindset is that? Instinct over feelings? What are you, animals?”

“Relationships aren’t booty calls. Alphas, please don’t embarrass the rest of us.”

Amid the chaos, one calm commenter chimed in, typing leisurely while eating popcorn:

“Everyone relax. Just remove your glands. No glands, no pheromones, no marking. World peace.”

“LOL. Grateful to be a boring, ordinary Beta once again.”

“OP, first time posting, huh? When it comes to marking, these threads always go wild. If you’re serious about that Omega, just ask her how she feels.”

He Song let out a long sigh, tossed the phone aside, and slumped against the couch. Exhaustion hit her like a wave.

Ask Mo Qingran…?

Would she be willing?

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Author’s Note:

He Song: Am I… using my illness to get handsy?

Author: What’s the problem? You’re doing it openly and honestly.