After Mistakenly Marking My Ex’s Older Sister, the Disabled Alpha Stood Up - Chapter 37

The phone grew hot in her palm. Jin Yunxi’s gaze lingered on the chat window, on Yan Qingruo’s avatar.

Ever since they had gone public with their relationship, the woman had changed her profile picture—from a blue rose to a candid life photo.

Alluring and radiant, dazzlingly seductive, just like the way her eyes brimmed with affection whenever she looked at her.

But in the photo, she wore her star-streamer uniform—dignified at first glance, yet beneath that veneer shimmered waves of untamed allure.

Jin Yunxi’s lips were dry; she licked them.

Just vitamins. She pressed send at last, her fingertip lingering on the glass screen, hesitant, restless. A breath caught in her chest—neither released nor swallowed.

Almost instantly, the words “the other party is typing…” appeared above the chat box.

Jin Yunxi gripped her phone hard, as if she could halt the truth with her palm, as if she could shield herself from the questions Yan Qingruo might ask.

It was the first time she’d ever felt so lost, so cornered by her own act of “covering her ears to steal the bell.”

Three seconds later, Yan Qingruo replied with a sticker of a tilting kitten:

Got it~ Anything from Ah Yun, I’ll love. (^_^)

Jin Yunxi exhaled deeply. She flipped her phone onto its back, massaging her temple with furrowed brows. The device, still warm from her grip, seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

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The sunlight this season wasn’t harsh, yet it still left her dazed. The engine’s hum vibrated around her, and in the rearview mirror the Alpha’s taut jawline was reflected back at her.

Jin Yunxi distractedly tugged off her scarf. The faint red marks on her collarbone surfaced in the glass—traces of when she had bitten Yan Qingruo’s gland, only for the woman to retaliate with teasing, itch-inducing “punishment.”

Spring hadn’t fully arrived yet, but neither the scenery flashing by outside nor the colors of the season could compare to Yan Qingruo’s beauty.

It had only been half a day since they parted, but from the very first moment, the door named longing had slammed shut behind her—never to open again.

The chime of the pharmacy door startled her back to the present.

With a mask covering half her face, Jin Yunxi tapped the counter to wake the daydreaming clerk. The sapphire high-tech wristwatch at her cuff glimmered faintly, betraying her status—it was no ordinary accessory.

One of only three in the world, the sapphire masterpiece belonged exclusively to top Alphas.

The crisp scent of cedar lingered on her, laced with night-blooming jasmine—rich and intoxicating, drifting gently through the shop.

This was a Chinese-Western joint pharmacy. The medicinal fragrance had sharpened the moment Jin Yunxi stepped inside, as if her presence made even the air more fragrant.

“Excuse me, are you listening?” Jin Yunxi tapped again, lips pressed together in a slightly embarrassed line.

The young Omega pharmacist’s ears flushed red. “The… the □□ care medication is… second row, left turn.”

Buying something like this, and an Alpha at that—the Omega’s gaze shifted from bashful to playful.

Not just beautiful—thoughtful, too.

The rustle of plastic packaging made Jin Yunxi’s throat tighten. The Omega pharmacist slipped a bonus into the pocket of her trench coat, smiling knowingly.

“Don’t worry—the ultra-thin kind won’t hurt.”

“It’s buy-one-get-one, you have to take it.”

Jin Yunxi bolted out of the pharmacy, the little box in her pocket like an explosive waiting to detonate.

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The sensor light at the entryway flicked on as the door opened. Before Jin Yunxi could step inside, a soft figure melted into her arms.

“You—”

The woman’s subtle yet heady night-blooming jasmine pheromone wrapped around her first, laced with a hint of narcissus and the faintly decadent sweetness of milk—the unmistakable fragrance of an Omega in heat.

“Ah Yun, I missed you so much~”

Jin Yunxi’s gland throbbed wildly. Her own pheromones surged uncontrollably as her lips sought Yan Qingruo’s. Her body had already betrayed her, trembling with instinctive response the moment Yan Qingruo drew near.

“Qingruo, just a little closer.” Jin Yunxi tilted the woman’s chin.

Their pheromones spiraled into a vortex at the doorway. She pressed Yan Qingruo against the door, kissing her. Their lips clung like magnets, unwilling to part.

The sound of kissing filled the air, wet and unending. Jin Yunxi’s tongue traced Yan Qingruo’s lips, teasing past her teeth before slipping into the fragrant warmth within.

I miss you, miss you, miss you so much.

She never said the words aloud—only poured them into kisses, even more ardent than the night before.

Suddenly, Yan Qingruo arched her neck. The posture jolted Jin Yunxi’s memory: the moment of marking, the intoxicating way she’d clutched the sheets, body trembling on the edge of release.

“Ah Yun, deeper… please…”

“Bite me again, just a few more times…” Her tears slipped soundlessly onto the pillow, her face flushed rose-red.

And now, amidst the kiss, Jin Yunxi felt fresh tears slip against her lips—hotter than memory.

“Why are you crying?” Jin Yunxi asked softly, trying to steady her breath, their swollen lips brushing, glistening.

Yan Qingruo’s eyes shimmered with red at the corners, tears sparkling with joy. “Because being held by you, kissed by you like this… makes me feel safe.”

At those words, Jin Yunxi’s heart turned molten, soft as spun sugar, floating in a haze of long-forgotten happiness.

She loved it—loved being loved like this by Yan Qingruo.

But how long would it last? The thought gnawed at her. This Omega’s fragile dependence on the Alpha who had just marked her—it felt like a fleeting festival before doomsday.

A clap of thunder split the sky. Rain burst forth in torrents, as if the heavens had been holding back all day.

Let her dependence last longer. Let this rain never end.

Jin Yunxi’s kisses came down like that long-awaited storm. From Yan Qingruo’s trembling lashes to the bridge of her nose, down to the tip of her tongue, she kissed and kissed.

“Wait… let’s go…” Yan Qingruo panted, brushing her hand against Jin Yunxi’s throat. “Go to the bed…”

She never finished the sentence before Jin Yunxi swept her up, stumbling toward the bedroom as she kissed her all the while.

The two of them landed on the soft mattress with a muffled thud. Yan Qingruo, gazing up at the Alpha above her, intertwined their fingers and locked their eyes. Satisfied with the obsession she saw in Jin Yunxi’s gaze, she reached out playfully, like teasing a puppy, scratching at her chin.

“Ah Yun, keep going~”

Jin Yunxi gathered her up. Yan Qingruo straddled her lap, still kissing, arms wrapped around her waist, mouths joined again and again.

No matter how much they kissed—it wasn’t enough.

Yan Qingruo’s hand slipped to Jin Yunxi’s nape, teasing at the gland. Jin Yunxi stiffened, breath deepening, and pulled back slightly. A strand of silver thread lingered between their lips, indecent and glistening.

Yan Qingruo’s cheeks turned pink as she twisted shyly in her lap, but Jin Yunxi only smiled at her with amused eyes.

Flustered, Yan Qingruo ducked forward, biting lightly at Jin Yunxi’s throat. “It’s been so long since last night. Can we do it again tonight?”

Jin Yunxi caught her wandering hand before it could slip any lower. Shaking her head with a smile, she murmured, “I bought aftercare. I’ll help you apply it later. Last night was your first time—I don’t want you in pain.”

Then she claimed her lips again, reluctant, leaving wet sounds echoing through the room.

Yan Qingruo pounded at her chest with mock frustration, whining—her Ah Yun was cruel, sparking the fire but refusing to put it out.

Jin Yunxi swallowed her soft sobs, kissing her until she was boneless, clinging weakly to her body.

This kiss lasted longer than all the others combined.

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After a long, lingering entanglement, Yan Qingruo pulled out a box of contraceptives, pouting.

“Ah Yun… don’t you want us to have a baby together?”

Jin Yunxi’s gaze darkened. How could she not want to have a baby with Yan Qingruo? She might not be fond of children in general, but if the child was Qingruo’s… that would be different.

What she feared most was that Yan Qingruo didn’t want it. Every moment of bliss now felt stolen—stolen from the Yan Qingruo who still had no memory of her past.

Her throat rasped as she forced out, “I’m afraid you’ll regret it.”

Yan Qingruo shook her head softly. “I won’t.”

They held each other for a long while. Yan Qingruo breathed against Jin Yunxi’s ear, whispering ceaseless words of love, showering her with praise. In the end, she blew a warm breath beside her ear and asked:

“Does it really not hurt anymore?”

“I like you, Ah Yun. You were amazing last night.”

Jin Yunxi visibly reacted to those words. It was the first time Yan Qingruo, fully conscious, felt the Alpha’s response. A faint blush crept across her cheeks.

The scent of her own pheromones thickened in the air.

She touched the back of her neck in disbelief. “Did I really… differentiate into an Omega?”

Jin Yunxi nodded awkwardly. “S-class. Night-blooming jasmine.”

But all she could picture was the sight of Yan Qingruo’s newly-formed gland at the nape of her neck, tinged with tender pink, trembling like delicate butterfly wings with each of her breaths—fluttering in perfect rhythm with another pretty little mouth.

Wanton, and achingly beautiful.

Yan Qingruo, both startled and overjoyed, finally understood why she had differentiated from Beta into Omega.

“Ah Yun, can you smell it?” She guided Jin Yunxi’s hand to her gland. “So this is what being an Omega feels like… like my whole body’s in bloom, and you’re the only bee.”

Jin Yunxi pinched her nose affectionately. “Becoming an Omega… you must be happy about it, hm?”

Yan Qingruo shook her head, then nodded. “What makes me happy is… that I can finally match with you.”

Like mortise and tenon—two halves perfectly fitted.

“Is it only pheromones and rank that match?” Jin Yunxi teased. She’d meant to add our personalities too.

But Yan Qingruo leaned in, whispering something lewder by her ear. When it came to rhythm in certain other things, they were clearly born for each other too.

“Really?” Jin Yunxi’s face burned.

Her mind, though, betrayed her—flashing back to that night out of control, Yan Qingruo’s anklet hooked around her waist, its little bell shaking into a blur with each thrust.

“Didn’t it?” Yan Qingruo bit her shoulder lightly, voice husky. “When I hurt at one point… didn’t I bite you hard enough to make you hurt too?”

Even their pain had fallen into the same rhythm.

But pain was fleeting—what lingered was the endless intoxication of skin against skin.

Yan Qingruo mischievously kneaded her, trying to guide Jin Yunxi into the place already long prepared, already wet.

A soft gasp slipped out, and in the quiet room, it swelled into something decadent.

Jin Yunxi inhaled sharply and gripped her waist. She wanted to say no, not yet—not until Yan Qingruo’s memories returned, not until she fully agreed.

Her refusal made Yan Qingruo fall silent again.

Then, with the shift of movement, something tumbled to the floor. A box. Its contents scattered with a rustle.

Ultra-thin, large size.

Jin Yunxi: …

Even a hundred mouths couldn’t explain this one away.

Yan Qingruo’s cheeks flushed, but something warm flickered in her chest.

Jin Yunxi waved her hands frantically. “No, no… that’s not what I meant.”

But Yan Qingruo had already slid down between her legs, long fingers clumsily tearing open the packaging. “So Ah Yun means to use this?”

—To prevent pregnancy.

Jin Yunxi covered her face. She nodded at the purpose, then shook her head furiously. No—that wasn’t what she meant at all.

Yan Qingruo caught her flustered shyness and only found this Alpha more fascinating. Fierce and wild in bed, yet at moments like this pretending to be so pure—like a complete novice.

“Little Jin, is this your first time? Do you want big sis to help you?”

Her pink tongue flicked away the nervous sweat beading on Jin Yunxi’s nose tip. Then, raising her hips, she knelt before her, playacting the teasing allure of a street courtesan.

“Five hundred and twenty yuan per session,” she drawled with dewy, imploring eyes.

“Or for the whole night, if you’d like.”

The room pulsed with heat, the air thick with the promise of breaking loose.

And on the desk, Shuxi Yue’s pocket watch ticked on—steady, awake, counting down.