Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Ming Siyu is Kissing Her.

Ming Siyu was fuming.

Had she spent 25 million to buy herself an ancestor? Only now did she realize why the researcher had insisted on giving Liu Ran muscle relaxants before bringing her home; without them, simply getting Liu Ran into the house would have been a Herculean task.

Before buying Liu Ran, she had researched these “hybrids” with fused animal genes. Without exception, they were known for their docile personalities, trained to be experts at pleasing their masters. When the researcher mentioned Liu Ran had a “bad personality,” she assumed she was just a bit more difficult than others she hadn’t expected this level of temper.

But Director Ming was the type of person who, upon hitting a brick wall, would insist the wall felt comfortable to crash into. No matter how hard Liu Ran was to train, she wouldn’t admit defeat and send her back.

Besides, Liu Ran was indeed the softest, most effective “medicine” she had ever touched.

Yet at this moment, this little ungrateful wolf—who had been giving her the cold shoulder for days—was actually straddling her. Ming Siyu tried to shift her back; having fallen so hard, her back surprisingly didn’t hurt much.

Once she confirmed she wasn’t injured, Ming Siyu focused entirely on dealing with Liu Ran.

First, the threat.

“Liu Ran, if you don’t let go, I will cut off your ears and tail and turn them into specimens.”

Liu Ran had been threatened too many times. In the heat of her anger, she didn’t have time for fear. Seeing the Director—who usually looked down her nose at everyone—pinned to the floor and unable to move, Liu Ran felt an indescribable rush of triumph. She was so satisfied that her wolf ears stood tall, and even the tip of her tail flicked out from under the hem of her dress, wagging back and forth in a smug, grayish-white blur.

Qi Zhen, hearing the loud thud, rushed over. She took one look at the two figures tangled on the floor and gasped.

“Eldest Miss…”

Ming Siyu’s gaze swept past Liu Ran to Qi Zhen. Her pale neck flushed red with embarrassment as she barked a low order: “Get out.”

She refused to let anyone see her in such a pathetic state.

After Qi Zhen retreated, Ming Siyu changed her strategy: “Liu Ran, let go of me. I think I cracked a bone in my back. It hurts.”

“You didn’t,” Liu Ran countered.

If it were the first time Ming Siyu had complained of pain, Liu Ran might have instinctively checked to see if she was really hurt. But after being tricked several times, she had learned her lesson. As the saying goes: Eat a ditch, grow a wisdom. One shouldn’t just keep falling into ditches.

Ming Siyu was a cunning woman; if one didn’t keep their wits about them, they’d fall straight into her traps.

Liu Ran pulled one hand out from between Ming Siyu’s back and the floor. “I was cushioning you, Director Ming.”

Seeing that Liu Ran was immune to both threats and deception, Ming Siyu gritted her teeth. “What do you actually want?”

Liu Ran held up three fingers. “First, don’t make me call you ‘Master.’ Second, don’t touch my ears or tail without my permission. Third, who I talk to is my business; you can ask about it, but you can’t restrict it entirely.”

Liu Ran felt she was being extremely reasonable.

She remembered that Ming Siyu had paid a fortune for her, so she didn’t try to demand her freedom—she felt that would be crossing a line. To leave honorably, either Ming Siyu would have to let her go voluntarily, or Liu Ran would have to earn 25 million (plus interest) to “redeem” herself. Obviously, neither was possible right now.

All she wanted was a bit of equality. To be treated as a human, not a toy without dignity to be bullied at will.

Ming Siyu sneered inwardly. The audacity of this little thing, trying to negotiate terms with me. Liu Ran really thought she was something special.

She wasn’t a soft target.

Staring at Liu Ran’s lips, flushed red from the physical exertion, a wicked idea took root in Ming Siyu’s mind. She curled her lips, tiny creases appearing at the corners like a pair of cute parentheses.

“Liu Ran, come closer. I’ll tell you.”

Liu Ran didn’t move. She suspected Ming Siyu would try to bite her ears if she got too close.

Ming Siyu let out a long sigh. “I can’t even move. What could I possibly do to you?”

Liu Ran carefully assessed their current posture. The wolf ears were on top of her head Ming Siyu couldn’t reach them. Unless she tilted her face, her human ears were out of reach too.

She lowered her head slightly, though still half-doubting. “Director Ming, do you ag—”

In the next moment, the unfinished word died in her throat. Liu Ran’s eyes widened instantly; her breath and heartbeat skipped a beat.

The cool, soft sensation on her lips was so foreign that she had to shift her gaze to see Ming Siyu’s face just inches away to realize what was happening. At a distance of less than an inch, even with the glasses between them, she could clearly see the depth and clarity of those fox-like eyes—deep, like black jade submerged in an icy spring.

Ming Siyu was kissing her.

Ming Siyu. Was. Kissing. Her. Using her lips to kiss Liu Ran’s.

Their noses were slightly offset, pressed together, their skin creating small indentations on each other’s faces.

Liu Ran thought blankly: Ming Siyu’s skin is so good. It’s as smooth as high-quality polished jade, without a single visible pore.

Liu Ran’s grip on Ming Siyu gradually loosened. She went rigid, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

Sensing the opening, Ming Siyu quietly pulled her wrists from under Liu Ran’s hands. While keeping their lips pressed together, she wrapped one arm around Liu Ran’s neck, applying gradual pressure to pull her down until she was lying flat on the floor again. Lifting her head to kiss had made her neck ache; it was easier to apply force while lying down.

Her other hand slid down Liu Ran’s waist, stopping near the tail.

Before Liu Ran could snap out of her daze, Ming Siyu bit down hard on her lip and, simultaneously, fiercely pinched the base of her tail.

Liu Ran’s mind cleared instantly, but the pinch at her tail made her waist go weak. Ming Siyu grabbed her collar and, with a violent roll, flipped their positions. Ming Siyu was now straddling her.

Ming Siyu wiped her lips, gasping for air. “Liu Ran, you hate me, don’t you? How does it feel to kiss someone you hate? Unforgettable, isn’t it? From now on, every time you see me—no matter how annoyed you are or how much you want to bite me to death—the first thing your brain will remember is tonight. A few seconds ago, lying on this floor, kissing me…”

Kissing someone you hate is more disgusting than being slapped ten times.

She wanted to make Liu Ran feel sick.

A few minutes later, with a heavy slam of a door, Liu Ran was plunged into darkness again.

She had been locked in the “dark room” by Ming Siyu once more.

Liu Ran curled into a corner in frustration, cursing Ming Siyu wildly in her heart. She was shaking with rage, a lump of indignation stuck in her throat that she couldn’t swallow.

But her lips were burning.

In the pitch-black room, where opening or closing her eyes made no difference, the only thing she could see was Ming Siyu’s enlarged face.

The words Ming Siyu had spat out felt like a malicious curse: “From now on, every time you see me… the first thing your brain will remember is tonight… you and I kissing.”

Now, the curse was taking effect.

That kiss, brief as it was, had taken root in her mind.

She started to regret provoking Ming Siyu today.

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