Becoming the Comfort Alpha for the Aloof Movie Queen - Chapter 109

Kissing Everywhere (800-Word Supplement)

Liang Ruojing couldn’t leave yet; she had scenes the next day.

Wan Tingran seemed to have been sparked by a sudden creative urge, dragging the shoot-out frame by frame. Fortunately, Liang’s character had little screen time to begin with; even with added scenes, she could finish by 10:00 AM after starting at 7:00.

Liang Ruojing leaned against the wall, holding a freshly printed script to memorize her lines. This feeling of an impromptu guest appearance—acting and improvising simultaneously—was quite unique. As she memorized, a commotion erupted outside the set.

Ming Tanqing had arrived.

Shielded by the thin sheets of paper, Liang Ruojing quietly observed the Omega’s expression. She didn’t know what had happened last night; she hadn’t drunk much, yet the alcohol had gone to her head. Using her gland discomfort as an excuse, she had been all over Ming—clinging, hugging, and even burying her face in Ming’s chest.

Waking up this morning sober, Liang felt a mix of lingering warmth and intense regret. Would Ming feel offended?

Watching the Omega now, her fears seemed confirmed. Ming Tanqing looked visibly displeased. Her face was cold, her thin lips pressed into a straight line; upon closer inspection, there was exhaustion and irritability.

Liang Ruojing pretended to be natural as she greeted her: “Sister Tanqing, good morning.”

Ming Tanqing didn’t really want to acknowledge her. She had suffered from insomnia until 3:00 AM. The Alpha’s pheromones had been too strong, making it impossible to sleep. The fire had just been extinguished only to be stoked again. Today, seeing Liang Ruojing walking around in that alluring navy-blue uniform, Ming Tanqing felt a primal urge to strip her bare.

“Mm, morning,” the Omega responded lukewarmly before heading off to change.

It’s over. She’s angry, Liang Ruojing thought, frantically calculating how to make amends. Unfortunately, she was tied to the set. Even though she had a head full of sweet words to appease her, she had no time to say them.

During a break, Liang Ruojing sat on a small stool, staring at her phone.

Liang: Sister Tanqing? Which lounge are you in?

Ming replied instantly: Look up.

Ming Tanqing had come to find her, bringing a simple breakfast. Liang opened the bag; inside was her favorite sandwich, the kind she used to eat every day on the set of Seeking Vengeance. Her heart didn’t just settle; it glowed.

Liang took a bite, radiating satisfaction. “I thought you were angry.”

“A little,” Ming Tanqing admitted. Her gaze held a trace of intoxication she hadn’t even noticed herself. “I just didn’t sleep well. But you—is your gland better?”

“It’s okay.” Liang Ruojing touched the isolation patch on her neck, feeling worried. An Alpha’s rut exists to release pheromones. If her internal pheromone level was a bucket of water, she could feel it was nearly overflowing. As a backup, she had ordered suppressants, which were due to arrive soon.

At 10:00 AM, Liang Ruojing wrapped her scenes. Her work wasn’t entirely done; the publicity department wanted her to take a few promotional photos. When the notice came, Liang was hunched over, doodling on the “Wrap Celebration Board” the crew had prepared. Her timing was perfect; Ming Tanqing was about to wrap as well, and Liang had just finished writing her blessing.

Done. She capped the pen and ran off to take her photos.

Ming Tanqing finished her final shot. For a veteran like her, wrapping a project was routine. But remembering Liang Ruojing’s gaze from the previous night, she felt a stir of emotion.

The crew brought out the celebratory flowers and the board. Ming Tanqing posed for photos as usual, but her eyes were drawn to the top right corner of the board. There was a simple sketch of a cold-faced cat, specifically given large blue eyes with a blue pen.

Childish. Ming Tanqing smiled and leaned in to read the Alpha’s handwriting.

“To Sister Tanqing: May you be free of worries for years to come. — Liang Ruojing”

“Where is Ruojing?” Ming Tanqing asked, looking around. “Teacher Liang should be taking her promotional photos,” the stagehand replied, pointing in a direction.

Liang Ruojing’s condition was deteriorating. Although there are signs before a rut, the actual onset happens in an instant. After the photo shoot, her glands suddenly throbbed with pain. The pheromones dormant in her body were like tinder caught in a wind, beginning to surge recklessly through her system.

Liang Ruojing was burning up. The Beta stagehand nearby was startled. Liang reassured her, “I’m fine. Could you please help me pick up a delivery at the northwest corner? The last four digits are 3**1.”

As the stagehand ran off, Liang Ruojing ducked into the nearest lounge and locked the door. She collapsed onto the sofa. Her limbs were weak from the onset of the rut, her skin was scorching, and her breath was scalding. She had calculated a 3–4-day buffer; why had it come early?

She knew without asking a doctor: she had inhaled too many Omega pheromones recently, accelerating the process. Serves me right. Dazed by the fever, she began to miss Ming Tanqing again. Since she isn’t angry… maybe this time, she’ll let me have her clothes?

A knock sounded at the door. Liang Ruojing managed a weak, “Come in, thanks for the…”

The moment Ming Tanqing stepped inside; she was tightly enveloped by the Alpha’s aura. The scent of mint in this room was ten times stronger than last night. She didn’t even have to try; the Alpha’s pheromones actively marked her, racing toward the Omega’s gland.

Liang Ruojing immediately smelled the overflowing scent of lilies. She was forcing Ming Tanqing’s pheromones out.

“Sister Tanqing, I’m in my rut,” Liang Ruojing said through gritted teeth, resisting the instinct to mark her. “You should leave.”

“I know.” Ming Tanqing looked at the weakened Alpha, closed the door, and locked it.

Liang Ruojing’s clouded brain struggled to process this. She watched the Omega Walk firmly toward her, sit on the edge of the sofa, and release her own pheromones. It felt as if a gentle snow was falling in the room; the scorching heat in Liang’s bones was suppressed, yet she hungrily craved more.

When Ming Tanqing touched her face, Liang Ruojing couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. So comfortable.

“Sister Tanqing…” Liang Ruojing pressed down on the hand caressing her face, her lips leaning in to rub against it. She wanted pheromones; this slight skin contact wasn’t enough. Her teeth ground against Ming’s knuckles, her eyes clearly wanting to devour the Omega whole.

Ming Tanqing could feel the mint storm surrounding her tightening. Her body went soft; a surging desire was slowly eroding her control. “It’s hard, isn’t it?”

Ming Tanqing looked down, using her finger to hook the tie on the Alpha’s chest. With a slight tug, Liang Ruojing understood. Using every ounce of her strength, she rose and then heavily pressed herself onto the Omega.

Skin against skin, they were now inseparable.

“It hurts…” Liang Ruojing buried her head in the Omega’s neck. This person radiated the lily scent she loved most. Extreme satisfaction was followed by extreme emptiness. The concentration was still too low. She kissed Ming’s neck directly, her tongue flickering to lick the traces of pheromones from the skin.

So pitiful. Ming Tanqing’s face flushed. Her top was pulled up by the Alpha, whose hands were like branding irons around her waist, stroking her playfully. The Alpha’s pheromones were too high; staying here wasn’t an option.

“Ruojing, don’t mark me yet.” Ming Tanqing pushed the Alpha. They needed to go to the hotel.

Unexpectedly, these words meant something else to Liang Ruojing. She pulled Ming tighter into her arms, whispering into her ear, “I know… I’ll just hold you. The suppressants will be here in a moment.”

Ming Tanqing froze. “Suppressants?”

Just then, the stagehand’s voice came from outside. “Sister Xiao Jing, I’ve got the delivery!”

However, the response was a different, colder voice: “Leave it at the door.”

The lingering atmosphere suddenly chilled. Liang Ruojing looked up at Ming Tanqing’s face, bewildered. “Suppressants?”

Ming Tanqing’s gaze swept dangerously over the Alpha. “Liang Ruojing, do you want me, or the suppressants?”

The question caught Liang Ruojing off guard. Before she could utter the word “You,” her face was cupped by the Omega.

Ming Tanqing kissed her. There was no buildup; their lips met and Ming forced her teeth apart, her tongue exploring and seeking. The lily scent in her saliva made Liang Ruojing’s mind go blank. Feeling the softness of their tongues intertwining, she could hardly believe this was a kiss initiated by Ming Tanqing.

Four months had passed, and the drizzling rain had turned into a storm. Ming Tanqing held her, her entire body pressed close, making her desire for the Alpha unmistakable.

When the kiss ended, Ming Tanqing’s breath was ragged, her chest heaving. Her normally cool face was overwritten by desire. “…Better?”

Liang Ruojing shook her head decisively. “Let’s kiss a bit longer.” She leaned down, capturing those swollen lips again.

A phone rang. Liang Ruojing was pushed away as Ming Tanqing spoke into it with a forced steadiness: “Are you there? Good.” Hanging up, Ming said, “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

In this situation, Liang Ruojing wasn’t stupid enough to ask why they were going to the hotel. She looked at her costume and hesitated. “I should change out of the uniform first.”

“No need.” Ming Tanqing looked down, her slender white fingers reaching out to stroke the Alpha’s tie, smoothing it patiently from top to bottom. “I quite like it.”

Liang Ruojing swallowed hard. “But it’s dirty.”

“Dirty?” Ming Tanqing arched an eyebrow with a smirk. “As long as it’s not on the bed, it’s fine.”

Liang Ruojing’s ears were filled with the roar of her own blood. As soon as they entered the room, she grabbed the Omega’s waist, her palm cushioning Ming’s head as she pressed her against the door to kiss her.

Ming Tanqing’s lips were soft and moist, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked up with a look of pure passion. Liang Ruojing still felt like it was a dream. She had prepared to spend this rut alone in her apartment. The best she had hoped for was sleeping in a “nest” made of Ming’s clothes. Now, she was holding the woman herself, kissing her until she was breathless.

Sensing the Alpha’s distraction, Ming Tanqing raised her arms to hook around Liang’s neck, deepening the kiss. The collision of mint and lily produced a cloying sweetness. Layers of skirts tangled around their elbows. The skin felt smooth and cool, like top-grade jade or clouds—unbelievably soft.

“Sss—” Ming Tanqing gripped Liang’s shoulder, her fingertips digging in. The navy-blue uniform was crumpled. “Cold.” The metal buttons on the cuff had touched her.

“I know.” Liang Ruojing raised her right hand and quickly pushed her sleeve up, revealing a toned forearm. It was difficult to do one-handed; the sleeve kept sliding back down, the button hitting Ming’s skin.

Liang tried twice more, sweating from the effort, her cuffs damp and sticking to her skin.

“Let me,” Ming Tanqing gasped, leaning against the door. “Lift your hand.”

The Omega bowed her head, personally folding back the Alpha’s right sleeve, her eyelashes glistening with soft moisture. She was focused, carefully hiding the buttons inside the fold. “Remember to be gentle.”

Liang Ruojing’s breathing nearly stopped. In the next moment their eyes met, she crashed her lips onto the other’s, throwing all previous worries to the wind. She bit and sucked greedily; her ears filled with the sound of their intimacy. Even if she’s just pitying me because of the rut, I’ll take it. If it’s real, let her pity me more.

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“Nn!” Ming Tanqing held her arm. “Don’t rub there.” Her waist began to tremble, her legs failing her until she almost slid down.

Liang Ruojing tested the waters. It was unbelievable. She leaned down, foreheads touching, her round eyes curving with joy. “You’ve… never had this before?”

Ming Tanqing’s face was completely flushed. She turned away. “Don’t talk.”

She had to be patient. Ming Tanqing couldn’t stand anymore; she leaned against the Alpha and commanded, “…Go somewhere else, my legs are weak.”

Liang Ruojing picked her up. The coffee table was too cold, and the sofa would likely get wet. Liang scanned the room and finally placed her on the desk. Ming was positioned with her legs straight, her back to the Alpha—convenient for marking.

Under the light, Ming Tanqing’s back was a vast expanse of exquisite white. From her shoulder blades down, it formed a continuous mountain range, dipping at the waist before curving up sharply at the hips. Her long, white legs stretched out. Because the desk wasn’t as long as her legs, Ming had to arch her back, her hips lifting instinctively like a cat stretching.

Liang Ruojing was amused by the comparison and let her fingertips trail lightly over her. A pity there’s no tail.

The Alpha’s slow, teasing fire was maddening. Ming Tanqing’s waist was soft, her body swaying slightly on the desk. She glared back, still hung up on Liang’s earlier “hesitation”: “If you don’t mark me now, go use your suppressants!”

“I don’t have them anymore.”

Liang Ruojing pressed against her from behind. She was still fully dressed—shirt, tie, belt, everything. The metal accessories grazed the Omega’s skin, the cold making Ming Tanqing gasp.

Ming Tanqing sobbed as her strength finally left her. She didn’t want to speak anymore; she released an even richer scent of lilies, unashamedly provoking the Alpha in rut.

The obstructing black hair was moved aside. Liang Ruojing leaned down and took the small gland into her mouth, biting down directly.

“Ah—!”

As the Alpha’s pheromones flooded her system, Ming Tanqing’s vision blurred. The fragile desk began to creak under the weight. Her body felt numb and tingly, her throat felt parched with heat, and broken gasps filled the air.

Before the temporary mark was even finished, Ming Tanqing reached her limit, her waist snapping taut before being pressed down again by the Alpha. This was followed by an even more intense surge of pheromones.

The temperature around them climbed. When the marking was done, Liang Ruojing turned her over and showered her disheveled face with kisses.

Ming Tanqing’s breathing was erratic, her body radiating a seductive languor. The Alpha’s possessiveness drove her to continue claiming the person before her.

Their breaths grew faster. Water pooled in Ming Tanqing’s eyes; the tears fell and were promptly kissed away by Liang. The Omega’s eyes lost focus, her body trembling from waist to toe. Her ears were blood-red and her gland was swollen, yet the Alpha continued to lick it, drawing out more pheromones.

Is this too much? Liang Ruojing wondered, using kisses to soothe the flushed Omega.

“Ruojing…”

In the midst of the haze, Liang Ruojing felt her forearm being caressed by Ming Tanqing.

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A second later, Ming Tanqing lay on the desk, looking up at her with a sweaty smile: “Why are you being so forceful?”