Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 47 

Chapter 47

“Tell me what you want.”

Was she letting her choose for herself?

Liu Ran asked tentatively, “Anything at all?”

“Of course not,” Ming Siyu said. “Nothing beyond my bottom line.”

Then what was Ming Siyu’s bottom line?

Liu Ran’s gaze fell on the key inserted in the lock.

“I want the key to my room.”

Ming Siyu mused, “Just that?”

Not taking the chance to ask for more?

Liu Ran nodded with certainty.

“Yes. Just that.”

Ming Siyu walked to the door, pulled out the keys, and selected the one for Liu Ran’s room from the ring. She held it loosely, dangling from her fingertip. “Come and take it.”

The moment her hand was about to touch the key, Ming Siyu retracted her hand slightly, causing Liu Ran to grab thin air.

She looked at Ming Siyu, dazed and confused.

Hadn’t they agreed to give it to her? Was Ming Siyu going back on her word again?

“You can’t use your hands,” Ming Siyu proposed as the condition for obtaining the key.

Ah, so there was still a task. Liu Ran understood.

She knew Ming Siyu wouldn’t let her have the reward so easily.

This actually made her feel relieved and grounded.

She took a step forward, leaned down, and bit the stainless steel ring of the key with her teeth. Her lips brushed against the first knuckle of Ming Siyu’s index finger, and her teeth grazed the finger pad. Liu Ran noticed Ming Siyu hook her fingertip against her canine tooth.

The contact between her teeth and the steel ring made a slight, grating sound. Liu Ran pulled away with the key in her mouth, leaving an ambiguous silver thread of saliva stretching between her lips and the fingertip.

She spat the key into her palm and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, breaking the thread.

Ming Siyu lowered her hand.

“There aren’t any spare keys, right?” Liu Ran confirmed.

“None. From now on, unless someone breaks down the door, no one can enter your room if you don’t open it.” Ming Siyu paused, then mimicked Liu Ran’s tone: “Truly, I’m not lying to you.”

Liu Ran immediately felt that acting like a dog and biting the key was worth it. Totally worth it.

A room key in exchange for the little wolf willingly acting like a good little puppy and licking the master’s hand—Ming Siyu also thought it was a fantastic deal.

She was very satisfied.

As she walked out of the room to go back to sleep, Ming Siyu remembered she had been so busy teasing the little wolf that she forgot to mention the actual business.

“I’ve changed your driving school. From now on, there will be a one-on-one instructor specifically for you. It’ll be more efficient, and the fees are already paid. I’ll push the instructor’s contact info to you in a bit.”

“Oh. Okay. Goodnight.”

Liu Ran pulled her door shut. With a click, she locked it.

Outside the door, Ming Siyu silently watched the light leaking from under the crack. The dim but bright and warm light illuminated a tiny corner of the dark corridor.

She put the fingertip that had just been in Liu Ran’s mouth into her own.

It felt as if it still carried the temperature and moisture of the little wolf’s mouth.

Returning to her room, Ming Siyu drank a glass of water as usual before lying down. Tucked into her covers, she went online and bought a small household electric chainsaw specifically for breaching doors before closing her eyes peacefully.

The next morning, Liu Ran woke up a bit early to clean.

The robot vacuum had handled most of the floor; Liu Ran only needed to empty the dustbin, return items on the first floor to their places, water the balcony plants, and sweep the dead corners and fallen leaves the robot couldn’t reach.

Afterward, Liu Ran put the clothes she had changed out of yesterday into the washing machine. She looked up at Ming Siyu’s bedroom door on the second floor, wondering if she should wash Ming Siyu’s clothes too. Usually, Qi Zhen washed the clothes in the morning.

Unsure if Ming Siyu was still sleeping, Liu Ran went to the second floor to hunt for dirty laundry, when Ming Siyu’s bedroom door suddenly opened.

“What are you doing, acting all sneaky?” Ming Siyu spoke with the lingering drowsiness of someone who hadn’t fully woken up.

“Oh, do the clothes you changed out of yesterday need washing?” The wolf maid was proactive and industrious.

Ming Siyu stepped aside, pointing to the bed-end stool and the laundry hamper by the bathroom door. “Take them and wash them. Remember that the cotton-linen one needs dry cleaning. If you don’t know how to wash it, ask Xiao Qi.”

After giving Liu Ran’s wolf ear a squeeze, Ming Siyu went to do her morning exercise. It wasn’t long, about twenty minutes—jogging or stretching, kept within a range that didn’t break a sweat; otherwise, she’d have to shower. Ming Siyu didn’t like showering in the morning.

Liu Ran walked into the room. It was permeated with a faint, crisp fragrance, about seventy to eighty percent similar to the perfume Ming Siyu usually used, yet slightly different. Liu Ran’s nostrils flared as she took a deep breath, discerning the fresh, green scent of plants within it.

This was her second time entering Ming Siyu’s room. The last time was an emergency; all her attention had been on Ming Siyu, leaving no time to observe the room’s decor. This time, she had the chance to take a look. The bedroom was three times the size of her small room downstairs. One side connected to the bathroom, the other to a walk-in closet, and the decor was just as “sexually frigid” as the rest of the house.

However, on the head of the bed, there was a pile of cute plush dolls. The large ones were half a person tall, while the small ones were only two inches. They varied in shape and color, but the only commonality was that their fur looked soft and skin-friendly.

She remembered the second day she arrived, when she used Ming Siyu’s tablet to buy clothes and peeked at her shopping cart, finding many plush toys added to it. A thought she had previously dismissed surfaced once more: Was Ming Siyu’s true face actually that of a “fluff-con”?

Maybe buying her was only for her “fluffiness.”

So, was the “like” she expressed actually only directed at her fur?

Liu Ran stared blankly at the plush toys on the bed.

After a while, she snapped out of it, noticed the quilt on the bed wasn’t folded, and went over to fold it neatly. Then she gathered the dirty clothes from the two spots Ming Siyu indicated, put them in the hamper, and took them to the laundry room downstairs.

She specifically sorted out the cotton-linen clothes Ming Siyu mentioned and put them in the dry-cleaning machine first. Looking at the buttons, Liu Ran roughly figured out how to use it, but to be sure, she sent a message to Qi Zhen to confirm.

Then she washed the remaining items. She separated the bras and panties, and her finger hooked out another piece of black fabric.

It was soft, almost weightless, with a circle of sexy lace at the waistband. It was particularly crumpled, as if it had been balled up tightly, so Liu Ran didn’t realize it was a pair of panties at first.

Wasn’t there already a pair of discarded panties just now?

Ming Siyu changed twice in one night?

A strange scent wafted into her nose. It wasn’t unpleasant; instead, it made her heart rate accelerate involuntarily. Liu Ran held the fabric close to her nose and took a deep breath. While the scent made her mouth water, it also felt eerily familiar to her.

The entire piece of fabric was damp, especially the thickened part in the middle. It must have been soaked when it was taken off; now it had dried a bit, leaving a faint, shimmering trace.

This was… an Omega’s body fluid.

As if holding a hot potato, Liu Ran instantly dropped the panties. When she came to her senses and realized what she had done, she hurriedly picked them back up. But the damp fabric felt like an intoxicating poison, tempting her to raise it before her eyes once more.

Inhale.

Sniff.

She smelled Ming Siyu’s scent.

It wasn’t the perfume on the surface of her skin, but a fragrant scent seeping out from within.

While sniffing, she secretly glanced back at Ming Siyu, who was doing stretching exercises. She couldn’t help but fantasize: What did Ming Siyu do in her room last night? How does Ming Siyu handle it when she has “needs”?

As if she had pried into an unspeakable secret, her heart began to pound wildly, thumping urgently as if it wanted to break through her chest.

Another facet was added to Ming Siyu’s image in Liu Ran’s heart. Distant from the previous images of being devious, fragile, extravagant, ruthless, and perverted… this time, it was a damp Ming Siyu, full of desire and temptation.

She threw the panties into the underwear washer in a daze.

When she came out, Ming Siyu glanced at her, her eyes seemingly asking why she had dawdled inside for so long.

Liu Ran guiltily pretended not to see.

Having done something shameful in the morning, Liu Ran felt restless all day. Seeing Ming Siyu was like a mouse seeing a cat: like a big Southern adult mouse seeing a tiny Northern kitten, peeking with both fear and curiosity.

That night, she had an unspeakable dream.

She dreamed she was bound by Ming Siyu with fine silver chains. Ming Siyu gave her some kind of water to drink; anyway, after drinking it, her whole body felt hot. A small bell was added to her tail; when it twitched, the bell jingled.

The control of the silver chain was in Ming Siyu’s hands. The chain tightened continuously, leaving red marks on her body. Just as she was about to suffocate, she finally yielded to Ming Siyu. With a thud, she knelt down, placed her chin on the tip of Ming Siyu’s tilted high heel, and looked at the stunning flashes of white beneath the other’s sheer suit. Her hoarse voice was thick with desire: “Master, please, give me…”

As she wished, Ming Siyu leaned down and kissed her. The restraints loosened; she kissed every part of Ming Siyu’s body, finally stopping at the red, swollen, and hot gland at the back of her neck.

An Omega’s gland emits an irresistible fragrance, rich with fluids, as if a slight piercing of the skin by a tooth would cause liquid pheromones to gush out.

She caught it with her teeth.

Ming Siyu tilted her neck back, maliciously pinching her tail. While making Liu Ran’s hands soak with moisture, she scolded her: “Liu Ran, how dare you mark me. Do you want to die?”

In the dream, Liu Ran was incredibly bold, not fearing Ming Siyu at all. She bit down directly, pouring in pheromones haphazardly, wanting nothing more than for the Omega beneath her to be stained with her scent, inside and out.

Ming Siyu always wanted to be her master, to control her.

Then, on the bed, she would be Ming Siyu’s master, marking her ruthlessly, turning Ming Siyu into a puddle of dripping mud under her control.

The scolding gradually turned into encouraging guidance.

“The little wolf is doing very well.”

“Being marked… Master is now the little wolf’s…”

A white flash passed.

Liu Ran woke up with a start and sat up abruptly. Bitter-orange scented pheromones had quietly leaked out during her sleep.

She was in heat again.

Everything in the dream felt so real; the warm, soft body felt as if it had truly existed in her embrace, and she had truly marked Ming Siyu. In reality, she didn’t even know what Ming Siyu’s pheromones smelled like; she only remembered the overwhelming desire in the dream that made her mouth water.

Fortunately, having experienced the incident at the theater, she was prepared. Liu Ran opened her nightstand, found a pheromone suppressant, and fumbled to inject herself.

Then she waited for the suppressant to take effect. Thinking messily, so this is what a wet dream feels like.

And the object of her first wet dream was actually Ming Siyu.

It wasn’t surprising; Ming Siyu was the Omega she had the most contact with. Having had several instances of physical intimacy, all her sexual experiences were related to Ming Siyu.

Ming Siyu had teased her desire time and again, seen her in all sorts of shameful positions, taught her how to use her hands to relieve her needs, and she had touched the Omega’s beautiful body several times.

It was all the fault of those wet panties.

Liu Ran rubbed her head in frustration and drank the remaining water in her glass in one gulp, barely extinguishing the dry fire.

She sat on the bed with her knees hugged for a while, making sure the gland was no longer releasing pheromones. Only then did she get out of bed, find a clean pair of panties from the closet, sneak to the bathroom to change, and rinse the discarded pair under the faucet. Afraid the sound of the water would be too loud and she’d be discovered, she only dared to turn the tap a tiny bit.

Just as many teenage girls have an unspeakable object of fantasy.

At nineteen, Liu Ran also had an object of fantasy hidden in her heart.

Ming Siyu was exceptionally unique to her. She was the woman she lived with and saw day and night under the same roof, the boss who issued commands, the cold and seductive Omega sister, the master who trampled her wantonly and found joy in humiliating her, the lover who broke into her dreams in the dead of night, and the common source of her pain and joy.

For the first time, she felt such complex emotions toward a person. How could a person like Ming Siyu exist in the world someone who makes you gnash your teeth in hatred, wishing you could bite her to death and tear her apart, yet makes you unable to bear touching a single hair on her head.

She wanted to drag her from the throne into the mire, yet found herself unable to stop kneeling at her feet in submission.

In the following days, whenever Liu Ran went to collect Ming Siyu’s laundry, she would pay extra attention to see if there was an extra pair of panties. There weren’t. A few days later, Qi Zhen returned, and she no longer had the chance to do the laundry.

Liu Ran finished her driving license in less than a month. Ming Siyu told her to pick a car from the garage to drive; from now on, she wouldn’t need a driver to pick her up.

During this period, she secretly went to visit her mother again. This time it was smooth; she didn’t encounter any acquaintances at the nursing home. She brought two cashmere scarves she had brought back from Country B, hidden among the pile of gifts—one for Auntie Chen and one folded neatly by Bai Yu’s pillow. Autumn had arrived in A-City, and the temperature was cooling; she hoped the scarves could bring a bit of warmth.

She asked Auntie Chen, and indeed, her name was Chen Liaoqing, formerly a quite famous human rights lawyer. Her underlying health issues were caused by exhaustion at work. Auntie Chen had dealt with too many people during her career and didn’t want to contact anyone after retirement, but living alone was lonely. She happened to meet Bai Yu, a roommate who could only breathe but couldn’t speak; Auntie Chen called Bai Yu her “destined roommate.”

Ming Siyu conducted a fresh review of the real estate company’s current projects. The long-term plans she intended to implement when she took Jian Huaijin to the construction site were beginning to be put into effect step-by-step. Her attendance at the Mayor’s daughter’s wedding wasn’t in vain; at the banquet, Ming Siyu met a powerful leader from the Ministry of Land and Resources.

The leader’s daughter was a fan of a singer-dancer artist under her company. Ming Siyu catered to her interests, arranging front-row concert seats, signing events, and dinner dates. The leader was cautious and didn’t explicitly say the government intended to develop the park, but cryptically hinted for Ming Siyu to pay attention to the list of major projects released next year or the year after.

Ming Siyu had originally wanted to develop that land, but she worried her physical condition wouldn’t keep up fearing she would die early right after starting and the company’s cash flow needed a breather. After returning from her near-death experience in Country B, she felt the urge to continue the development again. She became somewhat indifferent; she’d develop it as far as it went, letting Liu Ran try to participate and take responsibility, as practice brings true knowledge.

She considered it her payment for Liu Ran risking her life to save her.

Liu Ran thought a house, some jewelry, and a car were the payment. Ming Siyu’s life was worth far more than that.

Even though doing this contradicted her idea of locking Liu Ran away for her own private enjoyment.

Upon hearing the news, Liu Ran’s shock was followed by an immediate desire to back out.

Developing a park required billions in capital. She was a total novice with no experience who hadn’t even gone to university. What was the use of having a hardworking spirit? She didn’t have the capability. Was Ming Siyu dreaming, or was there some massive trap hidden within?

“It’s not asking you to submit a project proposal right now; just do the preliminary preparation work,” Ming Siyu said, treating money like dirt. “Profit belongs to everyone; losses are on me. Just do it seriously. How much could you possibly lose? Ask me if you don’t understand something.”

Having said that, she thought for a moment, realized the questions Liu Ran asked might be mostly childish and basic, and quickly corrected herself: “Forget it, ask Secretary Lin.”

That being said, Ming Siyu still arranged for Liu Ran to join a professional investment and development group. Liu Ran could arrange her own working hours, but her itinerary had to be reported in advance, and as long as Ming Siyu called her, she had to rush back immediately regardless of where she was. At the same time, her secretarial work couldn’t be completely neglected; materials for the boss had to be prepared in advance, and meetings she needed to attend had to be coordinated beforehand.

Furthermore, she couldn’t arrive home later than Ming Siyu every day. This was a rule; violations would be punished.

Secretary Lin’s eyes were opened wide. President Ming was treating Liu Ran like both a pet and a beast of burden, squeezing her twenty-four hours a day without pause. What was even more terrifying was that Liu Ran actually seemed quite happy—a natural masochist, a cute little M.

Liu Ran suddenly became very busy. The project in cooperation with the Jian family was part of the park development. She saw Jian Huaici every few days, and Jian Huaici would occasionally share things from school—what clubs she joined, what activities she organized, how the teachers were, the environment… Liu Ran listened with longing and envy.

After returning, she reported the day’s events to Ming Siyu as usual. Normally, contact with acquaintances like Jian Huaici or Secretary Lin could be summarized in one sentence, but one day Liu Ran suddenly said a few more words, mentioning Jian Huaici’s campus life.

Ming Siyu didn’t have much of a reaction, only letting out a faint sneer: “She really talks about everything with you.”

She added, “That box of mineral pigments Secretary Wen gave me as a wedding gift is still in the office. Find time to get it recently and give it to me after making it into paint.”

“Okay.”

Liu Ran noted this in her reminders. Two days later, she went to the conglomerate headquarters to get it. Ming Siyu wasn’t there; Liu Ran entered by herself and found the box of mineral pigments in the cabinet against the office wall.

She hadn’t been to this office for a while. The decor had minor changes; the green plants and ornaments had been moved. The Camellia nitidissima she once took care of had been moved near the floor-to-ceiling window; its leaves were withered from the sun. Liu Ran moved it back to a shaded spot and gave it some water.

Ming Siyu’s desk was also a bit messy; Liu Ran tidied it up as she went. She was becoming more and more proficient at this kind of work; just by looking at the placement of files and the traces of flipping through them, she could judge if a document was needed urgently. After organizing everything, she sorted them by importance and urgency, placing them in the most accessible spot.

There was an extra photo frame lying face down on the desk. Liu Ran thought about how careless Ming Siyu was even a photo frame could be knocked over, and once down, she wouldn’t even bother to reach out and lift it. She walked around to the other side of the desk to set the frame upright.

But after seeing the content of the frame, she froze.

What was framed inside wasn’t a photo, but a torn drawing, the ugly traces of the assembly clearly visible.

The drawing she had painted with her own hands, torn with her own hands, and thrown onto the floor in front of Ming Siyu while screaming at the top of her lungs.

On Ming Siyu’s office walls hung world-famous paintings worth tens of millions from auctions, yet this drawing of hers was a simple line sketch without even color, and it was broken. Liu Ran had thought it had long since been swept away by the janitor with the rest of the trash.

In reality, Ming Siyu not only didn’t throw it away but piece it back together, framed it, and placed it on her desk? If it was framed and kept, why was it face down? Did she want to see it or not?

Liu Ran hesitated, then placed the frame face down again.

She had contacted a blogger who did self-media art. The account had hundreds of thousands of followers; besides sharing handmade crafts, they often posted videos of making paint from minerals. They were also a former colleague of Bai Yu. Liu Ran contacted the other party to state her intent, and the blogger agreed without hesitation. Mineral pigments weren’t cheap—some were as expensive as gold. The blogger didn’t have to buy them themselves, could film the production process for traffic, and only charged Liu Ran a small labor fee.

Having not met for many years, the blogger didn’t recognize Liu Ran as the child of their ill colleague. Liu Ran didn’t bring it up. During their chat, she learned that the art gallery where Bai Yu previously worked had gone bankrupt and been converted into an art-themed boutique hotel.

The blogger and Liu Ran agreed to pick up the paint in five days.

Coming out of the studio, a dull melancholy surged in Liu Ran’s heart. She sat in the car, wanting to go see the former art gallery.

Only two minutes after starting, Ming Siyu called her, telling her to go to the North Gate of A-University immediately. She didn’t say why, just dropped the command and hung up.

Liu Ran was completely confused, but thinking of the drawing Ming Siyu had face-down on her desk, she followed the command and drove to A-University.

A-University was one of the top comprehensive universities in the Empire. Jian Huaici was studying finance at the International Business School here. The license plate Liu Ran drove wasn’t registered, so the school guard wouldn’t let her in. She parked in a nearby lot and returned to the North Gate. Secretary Wen was waiting for her in a pavilion by the gate. Liu Ran didn’t have a student card; the guard dutifully had her sign and register before granting entry.

Liu Ran jogged over. Secretary Wen told her to get into a nearby car. The roads in the school were intricate with many students and buildings. Secretary Wen drove slowly while looking at the navigation. Seeing the destination was the Business School, Liu Ran’s heart tightened: “Did something happen to Jian Huaici again?”

“What Jian Huaici?” Secretary Wen turned the steering wheel. “It’s President Ming waiting for you.”

Liu Ran was even more confused.

Arriving at the Business School, Liu Ran followed Secretary Wen into the elevator. Secretary Wen pressed the top floor button. The top floor was usually where the Dean’s office was located. In her junior and senior high school, the Principal’s office had been on the top floor of the faculty building.

Liu Ran was both curious and anxious: “Secretary Wen, why did President Ming call me here?”

“Naturally, it’s for the matter of you going to school.”

As she spoke, the elevator doors opened. Secretary Wen led Liu Ran to a partially open solid wood door. “Go in. President Ming and the Dean are both inside.”

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