After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 19.1

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Jiang He was terrified that Dan Sirou would hang up, so she hurriedly tried to bargain.

“If we count this time, that makes three, right? Let this one count as two. Then after you help treat me one last time, our agreement is over. Would that work?”

Dan Sirou hadn’t intended to waste time with her in the first place. After hearing that, she fell silent for a moment, then asked, “Count as two?”

It was a very tempting proposal.

Signing an agreement with Jiang He had been an act of helplessness to begin with—having to undergo a routine marking once a month with an Alpha she didn’t even like, sometimes even risking exposure in places where they could be discovered at any moment.

Now that there was a chance to end this relationship earlier, it was impossible for Dan Sirou not to waver.

“Yes, two,” Jiang He said. “Do you agree?”

“Alright.” Dan Sirou relented. “Wait for me ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes?” Jiang He’s anxiety visibly spiked again. She let out a sigh and started rambling nonstop. “Okay, okay, but hurry up a bit, there are so many other people’s scents here, it makes me uncomfortable, and I don’t dare go out.”

Her voice grew softer and softer on the other end of the line. Dan Sirou set down her phone, and the moment Jiang He finished her last word, she hung up.

She stared at the call log, momentarily distracted.

She was a little surprised, she hadn’t expected this person to be so talkative.

From the track field to the comprehensive building took five minutes at most, three if you walked fast.

Dan Sirou first stopped by the student council to hand over some work. Wu Qing asked with concern, “Something urgent?”

“Yes. Sorry, thanks for your hard work,” Dan Sirou said apologetically.

Wu Qing smiled. “It’s fine. Go take care of it.”

Dan Sirou grabbed a few personal items from the office and hurried off.

“Xinchun, are you heading to the comprehensive building later?”

At the cafeteria, Class 3’s homeroom monitor Li Zhi happened to run into Duan Xinchun. Xinchun was the class publicity committee member, usually responsible for bulletin boards and illustrations, so the two interacted often.

“Class monitor? What’s up?” Duan Xinchun asked.

“Oh, I was hoping you could help me submit this form on the way. I want to head home for a bit at noon, just two hours and I don’t want to waste time,” Li Zhi said frankly, smiling a little sheepishly.

Xinchun smiled knowingly and agreed readily. “Sure, no problem. I’ll take it over for you.”

“Great, thanks.”

Today was still officially considered a school day. Even though activities were scheduled, the routine followed the usual class-day timetable.

After lunch, Duan Xinchun headed toward the comprehensive building.

At that moment, she spotted a familiar figure. The girl’s silhouette was graceful and light, her steps quick and frequent; in no time at all, she had put several meters between them.

The president?

Duan Xinchun didn’t see Dan Sirou very often, mostly only in public areas around campus. She was slightly nearsighted, so at a distance she wasn’t sure at first and by the time she confirmed it was Dan Sirou, the other had already gone much farther.

“President!” Duan Xinchun called out.

Her voice was slender and gentle; if it was on the school radio station, it would surely make people’s eyes light up and their ears perk. But in such a noisy environment, even though she shouted with effort, it had little effect especially with Dan Sirou walking so quickly.

Duan Xinchun sighed. It looked like the president was also heading to the comprehensive building, so she followed, planning to call out again once she got closer.

As they reached the building, the crowd thinned considerably, and the outside clamor faded away.

She followed the whole way, wondering what urgent matter the president was dealing with. Dan Sirou walked so fast that even when Xinchun ran, she couldn’t catch up.

Just as Xinchun was about to give up and abandon this “shortcut” of handing the form directly to Dan Sirou, she suddenly saw another familiar figure emerge from the restroom on the right side of the comprehensive building, more than ten meters ahead.

Duan Xinchun froze in disbelief.

How could the two of them?

Just a coincidence, right?

She tried to reassure herself that way, but instinctively slowed her steps, inching forward with difficulty, one step at a time.

“Jiang He.” Dan Sirou reached the restroom on the right side of the building. Unsure whether Jiang He was still inside, she called softly to confirm.

No answer.

Dan Sirou frowned slightly. Was she gone?

This better not be another prank.

She called again. Still no response.

Just as she was about to take out her phone to contact her, a gust of wind brushed past. Dan Sirou looked up in surprise, Jiang He’s arm was already reaching for her, wrapping around her neck and pulling her into an embrace.

She didn’t have even a moment to react. In a brief instant, Jiang He adjusted her position and slipped behind her.

Long hair was parted from both sides, and the area that had been hidden by strands was suddenly exposed to the air. A faint chill brushed across her skin. Long, well-defined fingers suddenly came to rest on her shoulder, palm and fingertips burning hot. Ice and heat collided within mere seconds, making Dan Sirou shiver involuntarily.

“Jiang He!” This is still outside!

Jiang He’s eyes had long since lost their clarity.

Half holding, half supporting Dan Sirou, she guided her forward. There were six stalls inside; she stopped at the nearest one, deftly opened the door with one hand, then the two of them tangled together as they squeezed inside. The cramped space, aside from a toilet, barely fit the two of them. Jiang He clung to Dan Sirou, greedily drawing in the sweet fragrance from her body like a miraculous medicine that could cure her illness, unwilling to stop even for a second.

She lifted her foot slightly and hooked the still-open door shut.

Jiang He carried the president into the stall.

Outside, Duan Xinchun witnessed the entire scene. Shocked, she clapped a hand over her mouth, afraid that even a slip would make her cry out.

What would they do in there?

The tightly closed door blocked the view within. Though she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, Duan Xinchun understood all too well.

So, the person Jiang He had been talking about was Dan Sirou.

She should have guessed it long ago, the circle was that small. Perhaps she already had guessed, but every time the thought surfaced, she forced it back down.

“Don’t worry. I’ve been inside for a long time, there’s no one else here but us,” Jiang He murmured softly by Dan Sirou’s ear, seemingly sensing her unease.

Dan Sirou relaxed a little.

“How did you suddenly end up like this?” she asked once she regained some composure.

“It’s already been two times. Hasn’t it improved at all?”

Questions crowded her mind. Part of her thought this might just be another of Jiang He’s impulsive ploys; another part, out of a sense of responsibility as the ‘service provider,’ couldn’t ignore it. After all, she’d taken the money she wanted, if Jiang He’s condition hadn’t improved, she couldn’t quite feel at ease.

Jiang He’s eyes wavered between clarity and darkness.

She gently lifted Dan Sirou’s hair. Against her pale skin was a small diamond-shaped patch—a suppressant, neatly covering that precious spot unique to an Omega. Even with it on, the rich floral scent emanating from her body was unmistakable.

Jiang He peeled the diamond-shaped patch off and let it fall into the trash can below.

“It’s a long story. I ran into an Omega on the other side of this floor, she’d been drugged by an Alpha and went into heat. I took her to the infirmary. She got better and then I ended up like this,” Jiang He said, her gaze fixed on that precious spot at the back of Dan Sirou’s neck. There, an ambiguous red mark had appeared, shaped like soft, pink petals, glistening as it exuded floral fragrance. The sight made her canines ache with an unusual pressure.

“Weren’t you still competing at eleven? How did you manage to experience so much in such a short time?” Dan Sirou forced herself to keep her voice steady as the Alpha’s breath brushed over her snowy skin.

“How do you know I had a competition at eleven?” Jiang He asked in surprise.

Dan Sirou was momentarily speechless, unable to come up with an excuse. Fortunately, Jiang He didn’t dwell on it, muttering to herself instead. “You don’t believe me, do you? In your eyes, my credibility is probably already zero.”

Dan Sirou remained silent.

She knew in her heart that even before the last incident, she had always treated Jiang He with a touch of excessive coldness. She didn’t know how to face her. Perhaps it was her body’s self-protection mechanism—since they were already so closely connected physically, she rejected her psychologically, resisted her, to cut off even the slightest chance of falling.

Something sharp pierced skin. At the same time, thick, intense Alpha pheromones condensed and surged forth, wrapping around her with overwhelming pressure.

Jiang He suddenly released her pheromones.

Dan Sirou couldn’t withstand it at all. Jiang He’s slender arms braced against the wall on either side of Dan Sirou’s head, boxing her into her embrace.

One hand supported the wall, the other pulled Dan Sirou close, as Jiang He lowered her head again to the fragrant hollow of the girl’s neck.

The rich floral scent instantly filled the air. The gland at the back of Dan Sirou’s neck was once more pressed full by Jiang He’s canines; dull pain threaded into her mind as the Alpha’s fierce pheromones poured in. Dan Sirou shuddered repeatedly, nearly unable to stand. She had always deliberately kept her distance from Jiang He, yet in this moment, she had no choice but to lean against her slender but powerful arms.

“Did you turn on the purifier?” Dan Sirou struggled to control her breathing. The Alpha’s pheromones were far too strong; it took immense effort just to force out those few words.

Reluctant to lift her head, Jiang He freed a hand and obediently flipped the switch with a click.

She had suppressed so much pheromone. Dan Sirou’s warm, captivating gland radiated endless allure, she wanted to pour it all into her at once.

The purifier hummed to life, muting the biting sounds, the wet sounds, the soft moans that had filled the air.

A rich milky scent swallowed up the drifting floral fragrance, like a glass jar of milk shattered across the floor, its clean sweetness spreading into every corner. It seemed unwilling to remain confined to this small space, faintly threatening to spill outward.

The purifier worked in waves, dispersing the scents again and again, running nonstop without a moment’s rest.

Dan Sirou pressed her lips tightly together.

Layer upon layer of pheromones made her body gradually heat up. Every sense was amplified without limit, she could clearly feel Jiang He’s canines, clearly feel the milk-sweet scent flowing into her blood. She could even sense her own body giving in, just a little, to the pleasure of the moment. She found herself responding to Jiang He’s pheromones, letting her floral scent spread, even secreting moisture that soaked into the once-dry fabric.

Dan Sirou tensed her body. No matter how deeply she sank into that strand of milky sweetness, she didn’t dare relax for even a second.

This marking lasted abnormally long. With the experience of the first two times, Dan Sirou had a rough sense of how long a marking should take. It was only amid wave after wave of pheromone assault that she snapped back to awareness, realizing that this time was far longer than before.

An ominous signal exploded in her mind.

“Jiang He, that’s enough!”

But Jiang He could no longer hear her voice.

During a marking, time often slips away unnoticed. She felt herself on the verge of releasing that final thread of restraint. The air was saturated with a thick, milky sweetness—so strong that even the purifier couldn’t cleanse it quickly.

Dan Sirou bit down on her lip, and then—

All her senses finally let go.

The marking was complete.

Jiang He’s fangs tingled with numbness, her breath sharp and astringent as she inhaled.

As her senses slowly gathered back, Dan Sirou began to reclaim her body. Only then did she realize her legs had long since gone weak, nearly collapsing beneath her.

Jiang He quickly steadied her, her movements careful and attentive.

Dan Sirou glanced at the slender fingers gripping her arm. Her gaze was cold, devoid of warmth, like something preserved in an eternal ice cellar.

“Do you even know what you’ve done? Why did you make it a long-term mark?”

A long-term mark lies between a temporary mark and a permanent bond. Temporary marks fade in three to seven days as the alpha’s pheromones metabolize naturally. But a long-term mark lingers for a month. Worse, it can even lead to pregnancy. The chance isn’t as high as with a permanent bond, but it’s still a dangerous risk.

Jiang He was stunned.

She had muddled her way into a long-term mark, her consciousness lost, instincts as an alpha taking over.

“I’m sorry, I.” She had said those words to Dan Sirou too many times. Even now, they felt pale, weak, and shameful on her tongue.

Dan Sirou was silent for a moment before asking flatly, “If I get pregnant, can you take responsibility?”

Responsibility?

For a high schooler like Jiang He, the word felt impossibly distant.

She thought responsibility meant promising someone a future. She had always followed her grandfather’s arrangements, living a disciplined life. There were flaws here and there, but never straying from the path—fulfilling her duty as a granddaughter. When Zhou Yi was bullied and Jiang He stepped in, promising no one would hurt her again, that too had felt like responsibility.

But she had never imagined, never dreamed, of a future with Dan Sirou.

It was undeniably a path that diverged from her grandfather’s plans.

Confusion clouded Jiang He’s eyes. Dan Sirou hadn’t expected an answer, nor did she care. Her silence wasn’t disappointment.

“I can!” Jiang He suddenly blurted.

That caught Dan Sirou off guard. She replied coolly, “But I don’t want to end up in the headlines.”

Jiang He: “…”

“Let me go. I’m leaving.” Dan Sirou closed her eyes, exhaustion weighing her down.

She had been sick with a cold for over a week, still not recovered. Now her body felt broken, drained.

She had thought two marks would cancel each other out, ending their agreement sooner. But clearly, someone had lost more than they gained. Trying to take shortcuts only left her wiser through pain.

Jiang He didn’t want to watch her walk away. Her image in Dan Sirou’s heart had already fallen again and again. She wanted to salvage something, but powerless, she lowered her arm.

Dan Sirou reached the door, Jiang He trailing behind.

The moment she opened it, laughter and chatter spilled in—several alphas entering. Startled, Dan Sirou quickly stepped back and shut the door.

Bang!

The alphas fell silent, likely staring toward the stall.

Hidden by the door, Dan Sirou couldn’t see their awkward expressions.

She exhaled in relief, grateful she hadn’t stepped out a moment earlier. Running into them would have been humiliating, an omega in the alpha restroom.

The air felt stifling. Jiang He had been right behind her, and her retreat had pressed her back against Jiang He.

She glanced back. Jiang He understood immediately, stepping away—but the space was too small. Another step and she’d hit the toilet. Their clothes brushed together regardless.

Dan Sirou frowned but endured.

They had to wait until the alphas left.

Pressed close, their bodies radiated faint warmth through the fabric.