Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: “Lick It Just Like This.”

Ming Siyu had never given up on making her call her “Master.” Coercion, bribery she had tried every method in her arsenal.

She leaned in so close she seemed to be speaking into Liu Ran’s earlobe.

Liu Ran found it difficult to breathe and instinctively leaned back. Her hand, which had been gripping the edge of the desk, tried to move back to support her body, but Ming Siyu moved suddenly, pressing a hand over hers. Palm pressed firmly against the back of Liu Ran’s hand, her thumb and forefinger encircling and locking onto her wrist.

Liu Ran felt like she was going to explode from holding her breath. She only wanted this torture to end.

She offered a perfunctory mutter: “Master.”

The response was the sudden tightening of Ming Siyu’s breathing.

By the time she climbed down from the desk, Liu Ran’s face was flushed crimson and her eyes were watery. She didn’t want to say another word to Ming Siyu. Her legs were weak; the moment her feet hit the floor, she stumbled and pitched forward, landing right on top of Ming Siyu in the office chair.

Trapped in the narrow space between Liu Ran’s body and the chair, Ming Siyu looked up at her with cold eyes. She pinched Liu Ran’s earlobe. “What? Is your beastly nature breaking out?”

Liu Ran was speechless. “I just lost my balance.”

“Get up. You’re crushing my leg,” Ming Siyu said, squeezing Liu Ran’s waist.

Liu Ran scrambled up immediately. Ming Siyu frowned with displeasure, rolling up her trouser leg to check the injury. The spot where Liu Ran had bitten her hadn’t fully healed; the heavy impact made her calf twitch with pain.

Peeling back the gauze, the area around the wound was red from the collision. Ming Siyu didn’t cry out, but Liu Ran could tell it actually hurt quite a bit.

They were in the late stages of recovery now; it didn’t need special healing meds, just to be kept dry and clean. Since the gauze was already off, Ming Siyu told Liu Ran to go to the administration department to get some iodine and bandages for a fresh dressing.

Still reeling from the sensation of having her ears handled, Liu Ran went off to find the supplies. Unfamiliar with this branch office, it took her a while to find the admin room. A woman in her thirties with an ID badge took Liu Ran to a cubicle and pulled cotton balls, iodine, and bandages from a first-aid kit. She eyed Liu Ran suspiciously. “New?”

“From the Entertainment Group side,” Liu Ran replied vaguely. The woman immediately understood she was one of Director Ming’s people.

When she returned, Ming Siyu was reclining on the sofa with her feet propped up on the armrest, ordering Liu Ran to apply the medicine.

Liu Ran knelt down resignedly. She removed the old gauze, opened the iodine, and gently dabbed at Ming Siyu’s leg.

Ming Siyu’s legs were exceptionally white—dazzlingly so—making the wound stand out starkly. It was awkward to apply the iodine with one hand, so Liu Ran used her other hand to steady Ming Siyu’s ankle.

Ming Siyu seemed determined to be difficult, swinging her foot back and forth. Liu Ran felt a surge of irritation, wishing she had a rope to tie Ming Siyu’s foot to the sofa so it would stay still.

She increased the pressure slightly. “Director Ming, can you please stop moving?”

To Ming Siyu’s ears, the words sounded almost like a plea. Her heart felt as if it had been brushed by a feather. Liu Ran had never used that tone before; hearing it for the first time, Ming Siyu found she quite enjoyed it.

Suddenly, she remembered the night Liu Ran had the fever and the scars she’d seen on her. How had Liu Ran treated her injuries before? Which ones were left by her former owner? Did they ever provide treatment?

Ming Siyu asked the question casually.

Liu Ran’s hands paused. She answered calmly, “The researchers would give us medicine and tell us to apply it ourselves. The people who bought me before… if the injury was serious, they’d call a doctor. If it wasn’t, I’d just lick it and wait for it to heal.”

Ming Siyu frowned. What era is this, still using such a primitive method?

Liu Ran, however, didn’t see the issue. Wolves in the wild survived by licking their wounds; if they couldn’t reach a spot, they’d ask a companion to help. Even modern humans instinctively put a paper-cut finger in their mouth. Saliva contains lysozyme, which has antibacterial and anti-inflammatory properties.

But Ming Siyu looked down on the practice with disdain.

Liu Ran didn’t know what came over her, but she suddenly wanted to disgust Ming Siyu. After applying the bandage, she didn’t get up to clean the trash. Instead, with lightning speed, she leaned down and gave the uninjured part of Ming Siyu’s leg a quick lick. Seeing Ming Siyu pull her leg back as if struck by lightning, Liu Ran felt a small, petty victory.

She explained with a deadpan expression: “Lick it just like that.”

Ming Siyu pulled her pant leg down, her probing gaze fixed on Liu Ran.

Liu Ran seemed different today. Exceptionally… obedient.

That wet, tingly sensation from a moment ago had climbed from her calf to her spine in an instant. Ming Siyu had thought licking someone’s leg was disgusting, but having Liu Ran do it so unexpectedly wasn’t all that hard to accept. Especially with Liu Ran explaining it with those bright, watery eyes; she looked like a fluffy animal that had suddenly lunged in for a nuzzle before skipping away.

Liu Ran has Ice Tundra Wolf genes—is she trying to heal me in the way of a little wolf? Or is she trying to show favor, to please me?

Whichever it was, Ming Siyu was pleased. She slowly straightened her leg, watching Liu Ran’s back as she tidied the trash, and thought of a saying: When someone is unexpectedly kind, they either have a favor to ask or a crime to hide.

The possibility of the little wolf suddenly wanting to suck up to her wasn’t zero, but it was slim.

She said lazily, “Why so obedient today? Did you do something bad behind my back?”

The blood in Liu Ran’s veins stopped cold. Her breath hitched. Did Ming Siyu find out she hadn’t come straight to the office? Did she see her at the sanatorium?

She didn’t dare turn around to face Ming Siyu, fearing her expression would betray her. Keeping her posture as she cleared the desk, she swallowed and feigned calm. “No. What bad thing could I possibly do?”

“No sneaking around? If you did, confess now and I can forgive you once. If I find out myself, I’ll allow you to pick out a nice piece of land for your burial.”

Liu Ran broke out in a nervous sweat. She strongly suspected Ming Siyu knew something, but no matter how she racked her brain, she couldn’t think of any suspicious clues she’d left behind, except for Jian Huaici.

It was also possible Ming Siyu knew nothing and was just scaring her for fun. Ming Siyu did that often if the person confessed, she won; if they didn’t, she lost nothing. If Ming Siyu actually had evidence, she’d be interrogating her by now, not lying there leisurely.

Besides, even if she found out, so what? She went to see her mother, not to commit a crime! It was just a breach of Ming Siyu’s “no wandering” rule. Visiting her mom wasn’t wrong.

Liu Ran decided to gamble. She’d bet that Ming Siyu didn’t know.

“I said no!” she snapped, throwing the trash into the bin with force, looking exactly like someone venting after being falsely accused.

The gamble paid off. Ming Siyu snorted, “Fine, fine. Such a foul temper.” She didn’t press further.

As if anyone’s temper is worse than yours, Liu Ran thought. But at least she was safe for now.

Just then, the food arrived. Liu Ran grabbed Ming Siyu’s access card to go downstairs and pick it up. The company occupied four floors of a bustling office building. Without a card, one couldn’t even enter or leave. Ming Siyu used facial recognition, so she had given her dusty office card to Liu Ran for temporary use.

The card had Ming Siyu’s name, company, title, and photo. It was a red-background ID photo from about ten years ago. She had side-swept bangs a popular style back then and no glasses. Her face was slightly rounder, and she wore a black suit with a white shirt and a loosely tied red-and-white striped tie. That arrogant, disdainful, cold look in her eyes, however, was exactly the same as it was now.

Thinking for a moment, Liu Ran took out her phone and snapped a picture of the ID photo. If she got the chance later, she’d turn this into a meme Photoshop some panda-man heads on it to mess with Ming Siyu.

The sanatorium incident was successfully buried, and Liu Ran began looking for her next chance to see her mother. Less than a week later, with Secretary Wen’s return approaching and Liu Ran facing “unemployment,” Ming Siyu suddenly announced she was taking her to a banquet.

When Ming Siyu mentioned it, Liu Ran was helping her organize files for an overseas real estate development. Following Ming Siyu all day meant she inevitably overheard business talk and glimpsed commercial secrets. Ming Siyu didn’t let her touch specific projects, but she had her organize plenty of documentation.

Liu Ran had previously thought filing was a low-value, repetitive chore. But after organizing the files for this overseas project from the land rights acquisition to the current final inspections she realized she’d been narrow-minded. By organizing the files, she felt like she had participated in the entire birth of the development and learned a great deal.

Liu Ran asked, “What kind of banquet?”

“Jian Huaici’s birthday party. You’ve probably heard of Jian Pharmaceuticals; they practically have a monopoly on the pheromone suppressant market. The current head is Jian Huaijin. Jian Huaici is the sister she only recently found. Word is she was lost shortly after birth and they only just brought her home. Jian Huaijin dotes on her.”

At the mention of Jian Huaici, Liu Ran froze. The files in her arms scattered across the floor.

Ming Siyu’s finger paused on the mouse wheel. “You know her?”

Liu Ran shook her head quickly. “No. Jian Pharmaceuticals… they’re so powerful…” She sounded genuinely impressed.

She wasn’t a stranger to the name; no imperial citizen was. But she hadn’t connected Jian Huaici to the company, nor had she realized the sanatorium and the private hospital were both under the Jian umbrella.

The unconcealed awe in Liu Ran’s voice made Ming Siyu inexplicably uncomfortable, sparking a faint anger. It’s just a pharmaceutical group. Ming Entertainment was no worse than Jian Pharmaceuticals. They had produced countless household names, filmed movies for the history books, and their music app had one of the highest active user bases in the world.

Their annual net profit from celebrity merchandise alone was in the billions… Why had she never heard Liu Ran speak of her achievements with such admiration? Even the villa Jian Huaijin lived in now was one she had developed.

Her voice turned cold.

“Like the Jian family that much? Should I take this chance to ask Jian Huaijin if she wants you? Oh, I forgot Jian Huaijin is an Alpha, the ultimate ‘good child’ since she was little. She’s honest, old-fashioned, and boringly serious with no bad habits. She wouldn’t accept a gene-modified ‘new product’ like you. Maybe you should ask her cheap little sister if she’ll take you in instead.”

The words were ugly, making Liu Ran frown. She didn’t understand why Ming Siyu was unhappy again. Jian Pharmaceuticals was famous; the name was printed on every suppressant she used. Could she not even make a comment? Why was Ming Siyu so petty?

She knelt to pick up the files. “You’re overthinking it. I didn’t mean that.”

“You?”

Liu Ran took a deep breath and corrected herself: “Director Ming, you’re overthinking it. I didn’t mean that.”

To Ming Siyu, it didn’t sound sincere; it felt like the more she explained, the more suspicious it became. “Then what did you mean?”

Being interrogated so aggressively made Liu Ran angry as well. “Director Ming, it was just a casual remark. It truly meant nothing.”

Her tone was stiff. She wanted to ask what Ming Siyu meant after all, she was the one who said she was taking her to the party.

Ming Siyu sneered, “Liu Ran, don’t be ungrateful.”

Ming Siyu’s orders were usually very clear. Unlike some leaders who spoke vaguely to make subordinates guess their thoughts, she was direct. If she didn’t like a dish, she said so; if an employee messed up, she pointed it out. This was the first time Liu Ran couldn’t tell why she was upset. It was simply absurd.

Being targetted by this sarcasm for no reason left a lump of frustration in Liu Ran’s chest. The atmosphere in the massive office became icy and tense.

Ming Siyu curled her fingers. Her palms were sweating—a precursor to a Skin Hunger flare-up.

“Get over here.”

Ming Siyu only used the word “get” (literally “roll”) when she was in a truly foul mood.

Pressed against the desk, with the 36th-floor floor-to-ceiling windows showing an unobstructed view of the city behind her, Liu Ran turned her head away, unwilling to look at Ming Siyu’s face. “Close the curtains…”

The hard desk was uncomfortable against her back. As she gritted her teeth to endure it, Ming Siyu’s phone rang. Ming Siyu glanced at it. It was Ming Siwei.

She was about to hang up, but a moment before her finger hit the button, she changed her mind. She answered and put it on speaker.

“Sister Siyu, please let me come back. I really don’t want to stay here anymore. Grandma’s birthday is coming up; let me be there, okay?”

Ming Siwei’s voice was clear in the quiet office. At the thought of a third person being present, even over the phone, Liu Ran wanted to hide even more.

Ming Siyu didn’t speak. Ming Siwei bargained: “I’ll leave as soon as the birthday celebration is over. Sister, for the sake of being your only sister, please.”

Ming Siyu remained silent.

Ming Siwei realized something was wrong. “Sister? Are you busy? Why aren’t you talking?”

Under Liu Ran’s horrified, hateful gaze, Ming Siyu said wickedly, “Yes, I’m busy.”

She emphasized the word “busy.” Simultaneously, her finger entered Liu Ran’s wolf ear canal, skillfully scratching the sensitive, smooth inner wall. Liu Ran had been determined not to make a sound, but the stimulation made her waist go weak, and she couldn’t help a stifled, breathless groan. As an Omega, Ming Siyu’s presence was starting to feel like a target for mark-seeking instincts.

The groan traveled through the receiver to Country G. Ming Siwei clearly understood what was happening. “Ah… then, Sister, you go ahead and stay busy.”

“Oh, Liu Ran is right here with me. Didn’t you like her? Want to say a few words to her?”

Ming Siwei hurriedly dropped a “I have an emergency” and hung up.

The urge to mark Ming Siyu and the feeling of intense loathing tore at Liu Ran, with the latter eventually winning. Her eyes were red. “Ming Siyu, you’re shameless.” Ming Siwei would surely think they were doing something inappropriate.

Ming Siyu stopped messing with the ear, pulled out a disinfectant wipe to clean her hands, and her mood improved.

Liu Ran spat, “Ming Siyu, I hate you!”

Ming Siyu tossed the wipe onto the desk, indifferent. “So what if you hate me? You are still mine. You can only be mine.”

Only able to follow her orders. Only able to be toyed with by her. No matter how much she longed for another home, during the day she had to be at Ming’s company, and at night, she had to go home with her.

To be honest, Ming Siyu sometimes couldn’t understand Liu Ran’s “useless struggles”—insisting on saying things that were pointless but unpleasant to hear. It would be so much better if she could always be as obedient as she was the day she delivered the documents.

The day before the banquet, Secretary Zhou delivered the clothes Liu Ran was to wear: a black vertical-striped double-breasted V-neck blazer dress, paired with a flat-top wide-brimmed hat—an elegant, retro look. The most important part was the hat; it covered her ears and matched the dress perfectly, so no one would think she was wearing it specifically to hide something.

Liu Ran couldn’t help but look at Ming Siyu, who was leaning against the desk by the window on a call. After these days of observation, she knew that without Ming Siyu’s instruction, she would never have received such a comfortable and fitting outfit. Ming Siyu always followed an eye-openingly bastardly act with a decision that seemed quite considerate. It left Liu Ran feeling lost.

After the call, Ming Siyu turned to look at Liu Ran trying on the hat. She reached into her drawer, pulled out a navy blue velvet box, and tossed it onto the desk. “Secretary Wen returns the day after tomorrow. Lately, you’ve been a mediocre wolf for your Master, but an excellent secretary for your boss. This is the reward I promised, given early.”

Liu Ran had forgotten about the reward. She couldn’t control her excitement and was full of anticipation for what was inside. It had been so long since she’d received a gift that she’d forgotten what it felt like. The box bore the logo of a luxury jewelry brand. She began to guess wildly: A necklace? A bracelet? A ring? Earrings? A brooch?

She opened the box, and her heart sank. Inside was a collar.

To her, this wasn’t a reward; it was a humiliation.

Ming Siyu urged, “Take it out and look.”

Liu Ran’s old collar was of poor quality; whenever she pulled even slightly, it would rub Liu Ran’s neck red or even break the skin, which was unpleasant to see. Ming Siyu had contacted a designer specifically to custom-make this one. The inner ring featured a special soft-padding anti-chafe design with a bit of elasticity; even with pressure, it wouldn’t damage the skin.

She had ordered it over two weeks ago and only received it this morning. She was very satisfied with the result. Collars were also a popular fashion accessory lately. Liu Ran should be touched; not every owner considered the comfort of their pet’s collar like she did.

Liu Ran picked up the collar reluctantly. When she saw the words “MSY” set in miniature pink diamonds on the front of the black leather, the rest of her heart died. She wanted to throw the thing out the window of the 36th floor.

She genuinely wanted to ask: Is this really a reward? What kind of boss gives a reward that is a collar engraved with their own name?

Liu Ran held the collar in one hand and her chest with the other, feeling a metaphorical heart attack coming on.

Seeing this, Ming Siyu assumed Liu Ran really liked it. “Throw the old one away and wear this from now on. A V-neck looks empty without something on the neck. Remember to have it on before the banquet.”

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