Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Tying Her Up and Whipping Her?

The combination of violent physical exertion, being drenched in the rain, and the wild fluctuation of her emotions was too much. No matter how good Liu Ran’s constitution was, she couldn’t fend off the inevitable; she came down with a fever.

She felt dizzy the moment she stepped out of the car. At first, Liu Ran thought it was just lingering rage and ignored it. Back at the house, Qi Zhen bustled about, making her take a bath and change her clothes. Liu Ran leaned against the edge of the bathtub, her heart sinking as she realized that Ming Siyu would surely retaliate with a vengeance this time.

What would Ming Siyu do to her? Cut off her ears and tail to make taxidermy specimens? Lock her in a dark room without food or water for a week? Tie her up and whip her? Tighten her collar until she suffocated?

Almost all the “accessories” she wore had special locks; she couldn’t undo them herself, and only Ming Siyu held the keys.

Having vented her anger earlier, Liu Ran was now drowning in a sense of profound powerlessness.

Qi Zhen called out to her several times from outside the bathroom. When no one answered, she pushed the door open to find Liu Ran slumped in the tub, her face flushed deep red and her lips pale, having fallen into a stupor. When Qi Zhen checked her breath, it was scorching; her forehead was terrifyingly hot.

Qi Zhen wondered what on earth these two were doing to each other every day. She woke Liu Ran up and thrust a towel into her arms, telling her to dry off. Dizzily, Liu Ran managed to get herself half-dry, but she felt a bone-deep chill. She wrapped herself in the towel and simply squatted by the bathroom door. Her wolf ears and tail were both drooping, looking utterly sickly.

In this state, putting on clothes was likely too difficult. Knowing Ming Siyu wasn’t fond of others touching Liu Ran, Qi Zhen decided to let her stay in the towel for a while.

She led Liu Ran to the sofa to lie down. When Ming Siyu finally returned, limping slightly with a wounded lip, Qi Zhen’s eyes nearly popped out of her head in shock.

Did these two go out just to have a street fight? Qi Zhen’s mother was a servant to the old Madame Ming; she had grown up in the Ming household and was a few years older than Ming Siyu. This was the first time she had ever seen Ming Siyu come home sporting injuries.

The moment Ming Siyu stepped inside, she asked: “Where is Liu Ran?”

Qi Zhen quickly informed her that Liu Ran was sick with a fever.

Ming Siyu had intended to punish Liu Ran severely, but she hadn’t expected her “prey” to escape into illness. The feverish flush on Liu Ran’s face didn’t look faked; Ming Siyu watched with her own eyes as Qi Zhen took Liu Ran’s temperature: 38.5°C (101.3°F).

There was no helping it. She couldn’t do anything to a sick person. Even if she said the most vicious things right now, to someone drifting in and out of consciousness, it would just sound like a lullaby and help them sleep.

Qi Zhen asked cautiously, “Eldest Miss, should we take her to a doctor?”

Ming Siyu let out a cold laugh. “Is a mad dog worth a trip to the hospital? If you pity her so much, I don’t mind if you carry her there yourself.”

Qi Zhen was terrified of being caught in the crossfire and scurried off to clean the bathroom.

Liu Ran’s sleep was restless. Her eyelashes trembled as if she might wake at any moment.

Ming Siyu stared at the bulge of the tail beneath the towel, thinking perhaps she should just cut it off while Liu Ran was unconscious. If she preserved it well after cutting it, it should remain usable for a while.

But a living tail was different from a dead object. Ming Siyu sat on the sofa furthest from Liu Ran. In her eyes, the flickering spark of anger was replaced by a darker, more somber obscurity.

Something is wrong, Ming Siyu thought.

Even though she had been hurt twice by Liu Ran today—with blood drawn in two places she still hadn’t laid a finger on her. This was unprecedented. Ming Siyu knew her own nature well. She was petty, vindictive, and held grudges. She wasn’t noble; she acted without scruples and would use any means necessary to achieve her goals.

Yet now, as the “patient,” she had developed a dependency on a very specific “medicine.” She couldn’t simply swap Liu Ran out like she would any other plush toy.

If this continued, Liu Ran would become her Achilles’ heel. Once a person has a soft spot, they have a weakness; once they have a weakness, their hands are tied.

She couldn’t allow this. Before she became completely addicted to Liu Ran’s fur, she had to find a way to quit. For instance, finding a substitute. It wasn’t as if she had just been diagnosed with Skin Hunger; she had endured it for years before meeting Liu Ran, relying on less-effective plushies to cope. It was harder, but it was survivable.

Her heavy gaze fell on Liu Ran. Because of the rising body temperature, the insides of the wolf ears nestled in her hair had turned from pale pink to a plump, fleshy rose-red.

Ming Siyu couldn’t help but wonder: what would wolf ears that were hotter than usual feel like? Would they be like toasted marshmallows sliding softly through her fingers with just a little pressure?

Liu Ran was the cure, but she was also the poison luring her in.

The private doctor arrived shortly. Ming Siyu had her look at the semi-conscious Liu Ran, fearing the girl might actually burn up and die in her house.

The temperature was checked again: it had climbed to 39°C (102.2°F). Any higher and she’d risk brain damage. The doctor took two fever reducers from her bag, instructing that Liu Ran should take them, drink plenty of water, and dry her hair. Sleeping with wet hair would only make the fever worse.

She also left behind the medication Ming Siyu needed for her own wounds.

As she was about to leave, Ming Siyu stopped her. “She’s a hybrid with tundra wolf genes. Is it okay for her to take medicine meant for humans?”

This question actually stumped the doctor for a moment. She considered it carefully. “Theoretically, it should be fine. Many pets are treated with human medications when they’re sick; it’s just a matter of controlling the dosage. But—” She didn’t want to make an absolute guarantee. If Ming Siyu hadn’t reminded her, she wouldn’t have even remembered the genetic factor.

“Director Ming, did you receive any sort of manual when you bought her? Like an appliance instruction booklet? It should specify the differences between her and a normal human and any precautions. If I see that, I’ll know.”

Ming Siyu thought of the “Domestication Manual” she had put through the shredder. “Forget it. Just give her these. She’s strong; it won’t kill her.”

After the doctor left, Ming Siyu patted Liu Ran’s cheek. “Get up. Take your medicine.”

Liu Ran’s eyes half-opened slowly. They were glazed with a layer of tears, shimmering like a mountain lake, but her gaze was lost and helpless. She stared at Ming Siyu for a moment, letting out a few sticky syllables from her throat, then frowned and closed her eyes again, showing no intention of cooperating.

Ming Siyu was never a patient person. Personally waking Liu Ran for medicine was already her limit. Seeing Qi Zhen arrive with water, she slammed the glass onto the table. “You make her take it.”

Qi Zhen looked troubled. “Eldest Miss… I’ve seen in dramas and online that when someone is unconscious, you have to feed them medicine mouth-to-mouth. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to do that…”

“She’s just asleep, not in a coma.”

Realizing Qi Zhen was useless, Director Ming had to do it herself. Picking up the pills and water again, she leaned toward Liu Ran’s ear and murmured like a demon: “Liu Ran, open your mouth. Otherwise, you’ll be imprisoned here forever as my little dog, never to see the light of day again…”

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