After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 5

By September, the nights in East City had already taken on a hint of chill especially in a secluded grove like this one.

The cool breeze pulled Jiang He back from her distant thoughts. Dan Sirou had already stepped in front of her, close enough to touch.

With one prior experience behind her, Dan Sirou no longer carried the same heavy psychological burden. She pulled down the zipper and lifted the hem of her clothes. The loose outer jacket slid slowly off her shoulders, revealing a plain white T-shirt beneath. The fitted fabric traced the graceful lines of her body, she was slender, yet where softness was meant to be, it was full and well-defined.

When the jacket slipped to the crook of her arms, a cool hand stopped her.

“Don’t take it off,” Jiang He said, her voice dry, barely more than a breath.

As if afraid of offending her, she didn’t blink once. Her clear eyes reflected the dim light from above, like a well-behaved cat asking for its owner’s permission. “Is that okay?”

Dan Sirou was forced to stop. After a brief pause, she replied coolly, “Suit yourself.”

Wouldn’t it get in the way, wearing the jacket? What a strange Alpha preference.

She still remembered the last time Dan Sirou had tied up her hair for Jiang He’s convenience, only for Jiang He to ask if she could let it down instead. Back then, Dan Sirou hadn’t said a word and simply complied.

In the darkness, Jiang He fixed her gaze on the Omega’s gland, catching faint traces of floral scent with each breath.

This was Dan Sirou’s pheromone.

Usually, Jiang He could only smell the light fragrance of her body wash. But at times like this, Dan Sirou deliberately released her pheromones—laden with implication, coaxing the Alpha behind her, who had not yet fully entered her susceptibility period, to follow instinct and mark her.

And Jiang He was indeed losing control.

Her eyes, already adapted to the dark, easily found the source calling to her.

At the center of Dan Sirou’s pale neck bloomed a raised flush of ambiguous red. It beckoned, it danced. The delicate fragrance spreading from it grew stronger and stronger like a siren’s song echoing across the sea, luring its prey step by step into its territory, only to devour it whole.

Jiang He felt the sharp points of her canines swell painfully.

These were Alpha-exclusive fangs, the vessels through which pheromones were injected into an Omega’s gland, the tools capable of making an Omega pregnant. Under pheromonal stimulation, this part of her body reacted most violently.

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Jiang He raised her hands—one resting against the jacket bunched at Dan Sirou’s arms, the other pressing against her shoulder. She leaned in, aligning her fangs with the flushed, fragrant bloom.

The scorching breath from the Alpha behind her threw Dan Sirou’s breathing completely out of rhythm—long one moment, shallow the next. The overwhelming pressure closed in, and she could no longer control her own pheromones.

Like a bottle of perfume overturned, their rich scent spilled freely into the air.

“Jiang He.”

Dan Sirou tried to steady her breathing, but no matter how much composure she forced upon herself, her voice betrayed her—soft, yielding, irresistibly alluring. Unaware of it herself, she continued, “We—”

Before she could finish, a long-suppressed softness stirred deep within her, tightening under stimulation. Only after the surge subsided did she manage to continue, “Can, can we finish in ten minutes?”

Her voice was gentle, almost sweet. “Director Yu will be checking the dorms later.”

Before she could finish speaking, the sensation forced an uncontrollable, sharp sound from her throat, tearing through the silence.

Jiang He felt irritated, so much so that the motion of injecting pheromones into the Omega’s gland lost its former gentleness.

Her mouth, her nose, everything was filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers.

The fragrance was overwhelming. She felt as though she was standing in an endless sea of blossoms, intoxicated.

After releasing a portion of her pheromones, she steadied her emotions and withdrew her fangs, saying dully, “Got it.”

What irritated her wasn’t the time limit—it was that Dan Sirou had never intended to discuss it with her, making the decision quietly on her own.

And as memories resurfaced, Jiang He lowered her head again.

An Alpha’s marking instinct was innate especially for an S-rank Alpha like her.

This time, there was none of the initial confusion of not knowing where to begin, nor the gentle restraint born of fear of hurting Dan Sirou. Part of it was pent-up emotion stirred by the past; part of it was because she now understood her limits. She knew that Dan Sirou’s trembling wasn’t only from stimulation, nor were those soft breaths solely from pain.

The lush scent of flowers entwined freely with the clean sweetness of milk in the air.

Jiang He lowered her lashes, intoxicated, leaving behind proof of her presence on the pliant Omega. Her milk-scented pheromones blended into Dan Sirou’s bloodstream, like planting a flag on untouched land, declaring to the world: she belongs to me.

When the Alpha completed her territorial mark, the lingering sweetness in her mouth solidified into something tangible, allowing her to reconcile with her past. Jiang He braced her hands on either side of Dan Sirou’s head against the tree trunk, quietly regulating her breathing.

The girl’s body carried not only the scent of flowers now, but also a trace of the milk fragrance Jiang He had given her.

It intoxicated her further.

She wanted to pour more and more pheromones into her—wanted to convey all those hidden thoughts locked away in her heart through this single act.

Jiang He murmured the name that had utterly bewitched her, her voice indistinct.

“Dan Sirou. Dan Sirou. Dan Sirou.”

“Mm.”

Dan Sirou tilted her head slightly. The Alpha’s scorching breath made her scalp tingle, and in her daze, she responded.

Amid the discomfort of being marked, a subtle pleasure bloomed—light, floating, as if she was drifting into a soft bank of clouds.

She didn’t know if this was because she and Jiang He were highly compatible.

Though she was reluctant to admit it, Jiang He’s pheromones stirred her body not merely because Alphas were naturally capable of affecting Omegas but because the pleasure ran bone-deep.

She rejected that feeling.

This was supposed to be just a transaction.

Such sensations shouldn’t exist, couldn’t be allowed to exist at this stage.

The faint pleasure was nowhere near enough to offset the resistance rising from her heart, especially as Jiang He called her name again and again.

She felt nothing at all.

Responding to the warmth of Jiang He’s breath was nothing more than a reflex, an instinctive reaction to physical stimulation.

She felt another wave of pheromones seep into her body, and for a moment her mind spun, struggling to hold it all.

Her fingertips dug deep into the bark of the tree. She gazed at the bright moon overhead, half-hidden behind layers of leaves, and in her heart there was only a single thought.

Just a little longer.

Just wait a bit more, and it will all be over.

Unnoticed, the loose jacket slipped from her shoulders and fell into the grass.

At the same time, the scent of night-blooming flowers and milk reached an overwhelming peak.

Jiang He’s eyes reddened slightly as her lips and tongue reluctantly withdrew from Dan Sirou’s gland. She had released too much pheromone; even a top-tier Alpha would feel drained. Bracing her hands against the tree trunk, she breathed in shallow, uneven breaths.

Dan Sirou was still enclosed within her arms.

How she longed to hold her from behind like this, to truly wrap her arms around her. Her hands had already lifted, but when her gaze fell on the girl’s slender, easily encircled waist, they halted in midair.

To Jiang He, Dan Sirou was like a mountain peak viewed from below—distant, unattainable.

Even though she had already marked Dan Sirou twice.

But that was only because, during the contract’s term, she could justify anything as fulfilling the agreement. Outside that span of time, Jiang He didn’t dare cross even the slightest line.

“Can you let go now?”

The voice that emerged should have been cool and detached, yet it softened into something uncharacteristically gentle. Nearly ten minutes of entanglement had left Dan Sirou weak; the corners of her eyes were flushed crimson from involuntary tears, lending her an intangible, dangerous allure.

Hearing this, Jiang He withdrew her arms belatedly.

The air immediately felt lighter. Dan Sirou turned to pick up her clothes, preparing to leave but when she caught sight of Jiang He’s face, her legs went weak, as though weighted down by heavy metal, refusing to obey her.

Her gaze softened without her realizing it. In that moment, she wanted so badly to bury herself in Jiang He’s arms.

Dan Sirou pressed her back against the tree, her slender brows knitting together as she struggled to suppress the frightening thought.

Because Jiang He had marked her, an Omega would instinctively develop a submissive response toward the Alpha involved in the marking. It was nature.

She hated this feeling, this loss of control under pheromonal influence.

Despite her body’s reaction, Dan Sirou had no intention of lingering here. When she left earlier, she had only briefly divided tasks with Wu Qing, and Director Yu was still waiting to conduct the dorm inspection. If they couldn’t find her, they would certainly worry.

Jiang He watched as Dan Sirou staggered slightly while trying to pick up the clothes on the ground.

She was clearly uncomfortable, yet still so eager to leave.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang He would have felt quietly hurt again by Dan Sirou’s strictly transactional attitude. But they had just finished the most intimate act imaginable, and now Jiang He’s eyes held nothing but concern.

She hurried forward, gently steadying the fragile girl, then bent down to retrieve the jacket and carefully draped it over her shoulders.

Once dressed, Dan Sirou took out a small spray bottle and misted the air dozens of times, then sprayed both herself and Jiang He several more times. The dense blend of floral and milk scents in that corner dissipated almost instantly.

She then pulled out a small packet. When she tore it open, Jiang He realized it was a miniature suppressant patch. As Dan Sirou turned slightly, the scattered reddish marks on her back reminded Jiang He of the traces she herself had just left behind.

Dan Sirou precisely placed the patch over her gland. When she lifted her head, she met a pair of eyes staring without blinking. The sense of embarrassment arrived belatedly, and the blush that had yet to fade surged back onto her cheeks.

She scolded her lightly, “What are you still staring at?”

“I—” Jiang He was momentarily speechless. The aloof, untouchable Alpha in others’ eyes now stood utterly at a loss.

An Omega’s gland was one of the most private parts of the body. Staring like that was indeed excessive but she truly hadn’t thought it through. It was pure instinct.

“Even though we’ve already gone through marking, this isn’t the same thing,” Dan Sirou said as she straightened her clothes, emphasizing her words.

“This is just an agreement. It doesn’t mean that from now on you can casually—”

She stopped herself. Even she didn’t know how to finish that sentence.

It was true that Jiang He’s gaze made her uncomfortable but she had also exposed her gland in front of Jiang He without much thought. Neither of them was entirely blameless.

Before leaving, Dan Sirou added, “When you head back later, take the path by Building D.”