After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 53

Dan Sirou ignored her pleas and stepped closer, bending down with concern. “How are you feeling now? Is it very painful?”

Jiang He pressed her lips tightly together, beads of sweat forming across her temples.

Faced with Sirou’s care, she furrowed her brows and turned her face away, refusing to let her see her vulnerability.

She said nothing.

Her silence only deepened Sirou’s pity. “Should I call an ambulance for you?” she asked softly.

Jiang He shook her head. “No need.” Her voice was frail, like a wilted flower.

Curled up in a ball, she looked so helpless just like the stray kitten Sirou had once found, fragile and pitiful. Sirou’s heart ached, as if something vital was missing, and she longed to protect her.

“It’s alright. I’ll explain everything to the nurse. You shouldn’t be alone like this.” Sirou leaned closer. Though Jiang He’s pheromones spilled from the glands at her nape, overwhelming and eroding Sirou’s defenses, she still wanted to help her.

“It’s useless.” Jiang He forced her head up slightly, resting her chin on her hand. “It feels just like my old illness. Hospitals couldn’t do anything then, and going now would only trouble others.”

Her lashes drooped weakly. “Sirou, please leave. If I stay alone for a while, it will pass.”

“But.” Sirou faltered.

She knew well the danger of Jiang He’s condition. Countless hospitals had failed to treat it. Truly, going to the hospital was pointless. There was only one way to ease her suffering.

“Go!” Jiang He rasped, her voice hoarse. “If you stay, I won’t be able to stop myself from marking you.”

Her low cry jolted Sirou back to clarity. Jiang He was right.

The milky scent in the air was too strong. If she stayed another five minutes, she might be driven into heat. Her rational mind knew exactly what continuing to comfort her would mean.

“Alright.” Sirou whispered, her decision made by reason alone.

Shame and guilt weighed on her for leaving Jiang He helpless, but she had no choice.

“If you really can’t endure it, call me. Don’t force yourself. There will always be a way.” She gave her final reminder before leaving.

Jiang He buried her head in her arms, nodding faintly.

She said nothing, clearly suffering too much to speak.

Sirou straightened, stepping back, her heart twisting at the sight of the girl’s fragile form.

She looked back again and again as she reached the door. The heavy scent pressed against her glands, making her body ache.

No matter how much compassion she felt, she had to stop.

Resolute, Sirou left the room.

The air outside cooled her instantly, like a fish returning to water. The suffocating pressure slowly faded.

Her hand gripped the doorknob, ready to shut it firmly. But at the last moment, she froze.

She couldn’t be so heartless.

Looking out at the blue sky, she bit her lip, uncertain of what was right.

Inside, Jiang He stared blankly at the closed door. The room was dark, swallowing her whole.

Her clear eyes brimmed with tears. She endured the pain, her heart tightening bitterly.

When Sirou left, her mind went blank. She had known there was a ninety-nine percent chance Sirou would walk away. Now that reality had crushed her last one percent of hope, nothing remained.

She rested her head on her arms, waiting for time to dull the agony.

Just as her eyes began to close, the door creaked open.

Sunlight spilled in, dazzling her. She squinted against it, then slowly opened her eyes.

A figure stood at the doorway, backlit, graceful and slender. On her delicate face lingered a trace of worry.

“Why did you come back?” Jiang He asked hoarsely.

Sirou’s expression darkened slightly as she closed the door behind her.

She walked back to Jiang He’s side, her peach-blossom eyes filled with tenderness. “Jiang He, let me help you.”

Jiang He lifted her head in surprise, staring at her in confusion.

Sirou crouched down, brushing back her long dark hair. She gently slipped one side of her clothing off her shoulder and said softly, “Mark me. It will ease your pain.”

“You.” Jiang He’s eyes reddened. Faced with such unusual gentleness, she shook her head. “This isn’t right. We’re no longer bound by an agreement.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Sirou smiled faintly, soothing. “You’ve helped me so much before. This would only be a temporary mark. It won’t harm me.”

“Is it only because I helped you?” Jiang He whispered, disappointment clouding her gaze. Resting her head on her arms, she murmured, “It’s fine. Even if it had been any other classmate, I would have helped. And during our agreement, I always felt guilty toward you. Don’t burden yourself for the past.”

“Leave me. Don’t worry about me.”

“No.” Sirou cut her off firmly, refusing to let her belittle herself further.

She opened her mouth, hesitated, then bit her lip, lowering her head so her eyes were hidden. Finally, she spoke her truth:

“It’s me. I don’t want to watch you suffer. If I can still ease your pain like before, I don’t mind being marked. This is my choice.”

“Sirou.” Jiang He gazed at her, stunned, her eyes shimmering with tears ready to spill.

“But.” She lowered her head again, murmuring, “I feel this time is especially serious. What if, like before, it accidentally turns into a long-term mark?”

“It’s fine. I’ll just take medicine if that happens,” Dan Sirou replied without hesitation.

“That’s not good for your body,” Jiang He insisted firmly.

“Taking it once in a while won’t matter.” Sirou’s voice was gentle, soothing the girl who kept trying to push her away.

She smiled faintly, saying no more, and instead let her actions prove her resolve.

Her slender fingers tugged the loosened collar further down, revealing the pale curve of her neck. Omega pheromones spread evenly, wrapping around the Alpha who was suffering through her susceptibility period.

“Come, Jiang He. Mark me.” Her peach-blossom eyes brimmed with tenderness, glistening like crystal, as if overflowing with emotion.

The delicate fragrance of evening primrose enveloped Jiang He’s restless glands. She stared, dazed, until her canines ached faintly.

At last, Jiang He could no longer resist. She leaned forward, kneeling behind the girl. With a slight tilt of her head, she reached the Omega’s exposed nape. Her hands rested gently on Sirou’s shoulders, drawing her closer into her arms.

Hot breath spilled across cool, tender skin. The sudden contrast made Sirou shiver, her chest tightening under the Alpha’s gaze.

Then, soft lips pressed against the gland at her neck. Sirou held her breath, every sense converging at that single point.

Suddenly, her head tilted back as a surge of powerful pheromones flooded in. She clenched her body tight, barely enduring.

Her own pheromones spilled uncontrollably, night blooming flowers filling the room. The small, enclosed space transformed into a vast flower field, its fragrance saturating everything.

Jiang He was wrapped in the scent, its richness soothing her agitation like a healing spring.

Her body eased; the mark grew gentler.

She held the girl carefully, afraid her Alpha instincts might hurt her.

A high-level Alpha carried an excess of pheromones, desperate to give them to her Omega.

At times, Jiang He’s instincts surged too strongly, overwhelming Sirou, who trembled under the weight. Each time, Jiang He’s wild eyes softened again, releasing pheromones evenly, seeking only to comfort her.

Minute by minute, the girl marked her—clumsy, inexperienced, yet earnest.

For Sirou, each moment stretched endlessly.

The sweet, milky scent spread through her body, merging with her blood. She bit her lip.

She had once despised this scent, despised herself for being drawn to it. In past markings, she had resisted fiercely at first. But in the end, her night blooming flowers fragrance always welcomed the milk-scent in, and her soul danced with it.

Afterward, she could only prolong her showers to soothe herself. It never erased the Alpha’s imprint, never purged the pheromones circulating in her blood. It was only psychological comfort.

But this time, Sirou tilted her head back. The light above reflected in her eyes, scattering into radiant beams.

Her thoughts drifted, soaring to the clouds, sinking into clear streams, like a floating leaf carried everywhere.

Until the milk-scent seeped into her heart, and a single night blooming flower drifted down. This time, it did not scatter away. It found its home, settling gently into the pool of milk-scent, merging with it.

A single tear slid from the corner of her eye, tracing her pale cheek, leaving a glistening mark.

The marking ended.

Exhaustion weighed on her. Her eyelids drooped, vision flickering. She didn’t know why this time drained her so much, leaving her nearly faint.

Her body swayed, her eyes closing at last.

Jiang He reacted quickly, catching her in her arms.

She gazed at the girl resting against her, her eyes tinged red at the corners, lashes like delicate feathers. Her sleeping face was serene, her body soft and fragrant, a picture of beauty.

Her full lips glistened, stirring Jiang He’s heart. Her throat tightened, and it took all her willpower to resist the reckless urge to steal a kiss.

Greedy, she pulled the girl closer, then reluctantly let go, afraid to wake her.

She carried Sirou gently to her bed, covering her carefully with a blanket.

Watching her peaceful sleeping face, Jiang He’s heart swelled with sweetness and emotion.