Becoming the Yandere Omega's Fluffy Pet - Chapter 61

Chapter 61

For the first time, she craved something so intensely. She craved it to the point that if she couldn’t have it, the suffering would be worse than death.

Yet, the harder she tried to grasp it, the further Liu Ran drifted from her.

Even though their skin was pressed together right now, their breaths entwining, their pheromones fitting together in an inseparable bond there was no closer distance or more intimate act in the world Ming Siyu felt that Liu Ran was further away than ever before.

Like a hazy shadow in a dream: she took a step forward, and the other party quickly took two steps back; the tighter she pursued, the greater the distance between them grew. However, she couldn’t bring herself to stop and do nothing; she desperately needed some action to alleviate the anxiety and unease in her heart.

Ming Siyu whispered “You are mine” into Liu Ran’s ear over and over, as if she could brainwash her into believing it, or make herself believe Liu Ran belonged to her. Alas, the more she repeated it, the more sober she became. Finally, her voice went hoarse and she could no longer mutter it; the room was left with nothing but gradually heavy breathing and occasional low pants.

“Mark me,” Ming Siyu panted.

She buried her face in Liu Ran’s hair, smelling the familiar scent of shampoo, finding a modicum of solace in her heart. She regretted it; she should have listened to He Qiange’s advice long ago and marked Liu Ran. She didn’t believe that if there were a mark, Liu Ran would still be like a stubborn, dead rock, opposing her at every turn.

Never mind whether Liu Ran would suffer because of the pheromones after her death that was considering too far ahead. Right now, Liu Ran hadn’t even started to suffer, but she herself was already dying of misery.

Liu Ran merely rubbed her canine teeth back and forth against that patch of burning skin, refusing to bite through and inject her pheromones.

Ming Siyu urged: “Didn’t you want to mark me? I’m allowing you to mark me now. You can mark me. Don’t you remember what the doctor told you? If you keep suppressing it, your pheromones will become disordered.”

Liu Ran shook her head with a whimper. Ultimately, this awkward bout of lovemaking ended with Ming Siyu lying down powerlessly. The moment the pheromones faded, Liu Ran felt as if a yoke had been removed, breathing in large gulps. It was difficult to resist marking an S-class Omega, especially when the other party was deliberately enticing her, but it wasn’t impossible.

Thanks to the targeted training Ming Siyu had subjected her to before, she had long been accustomed to restraining her pheromones at the height of passion; otherwise, she truly might not have been able to hold out.

Ming Siyu lay on her side. Liu Ran’s hands and feet were tied, and she was unwilling to speak much; Ming Siyu felt as if she were engaging in Platonic intimacy with a freshly dead but still warm corpse. However, Liu Ran’s body temperature and scent still allowed her taut nerves to gradually relax. Leaning against Liu Ran and cradling the tail in her arms, Ming Siyu closed her eyes.

She hadn’t slept since Liu Ran went to City B; without the little wolf’s company, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t fall asleep. She took sleeping pills and even thought about asking the doctor for an injection any method would do, as long as it let her sleep.

She didn’t want to remain conscious every moment; it exhausted her spirit to the limit, like a thread of gauze stretched to its tightest pulling it one inch further in either direction would snap it. The complications brought by insomnia were too many: she couldn’t eat, felt nauseous, her head throbbed, her emotions were unstable… every single one added a burden to her already teetering body.

Leaning beside Liu Ran, Ming Siyu finally sensed a long-awaited drowsiness.

She murmured softly, as if asking Liu Ran, or perhaps talking to herself: “How did it become like this… how did we become like this…”

Liu Ran heard her but remained silent. She didn’t want to answer, nor did she know how. Did everything start when she discovered the contract for The Glass Sea Has No Echo, or when Ming Siyu bought out all the seats for Zhu Xinghan’s ballet? Or was it even earlier, when she accidentally coughed and caught Ming Siyu’s attention and was bought, or when Shen Yunhe agreed to join the crew?

Each was an answer, yet none was the answer.

Liu Ran spent the darkest period of her life. Lying on the bed, every time she opened her eyes, she didn’t know what day it was or what time it was. There was only her, Ming Siyu, and Qi Zhen in the house. Aside from cooking, Qi Zhen almost never appeared in her sight; her world had once again become only Ming Siyu. More accurately, it was Ming Siyu forcefully disallowing anyone else to appear in her world.

Ming Siyu stopped managing the company and group affairs, staying home all day, primarily to personally watch over her while also recovering from her injuries. Every day brought an unwavering morning kiss and a goodnight kiss; Liu Ran, unable to move, accepted them in silence. She couldn’t use her phone or contact the outside world; despair and anxiety followed her like shadows, and the only thing she could do was lie honestly on the bed without moving.

Once, after a kiss ended, Liu Ran finally couldn’t help but ask: “Don’t you find this annoying?”

Ming Siyu smiled: “I don’t.”

Liu Ran had been worn down to the point of being unable to say much, feeling mostly exhausted.

She extended her tail with a twitch and said with a sigh: “Touch it then.”

Ming Siyu was relentless, biting her ear punitively: “What should you say to me?”

Liu Ran was utterly drained, reciting like a textbook: “Master, please touch the little wolf’s tail.”

She truly didn’t know what meaning Ming Siyu found in this self-deceiving formalism. Both of them knew full well in their hearts that they couldn’t go back; the current surface harmony was entirely faked. She had completely become a toy, imprisoned by Ming Siyu in a little room she had personally decorated, living without distinction between day and night.

The act ended perfunctorily. Liu Ran hesitated for a moment. “I want to take a shower.”

If she didn’t wash soon, she would start to smell.

Ming Siyu thought for a while, seemingly weighing the feasibility of a shower. After considering, she nodded: “Fine. But I have to give you an injection of muscle relaxant first.”

“I’m right here, where could I run to?” Liu Ran said with some helplessness.

Ming Siyu looked at her quietly. “Your words don’t have much credibility with me right now. There’s only me and Qi Zhen in the house; I have to be a bit cautious. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for doing so many things to betray me.”

It turned out even Ming Siyu could be once bitten, twice shy. Liu Ran moved her arm slightly, turning the inner side upward: “Fine, you do it.”

Ming Siyu took out a tube of relaxant. The veins on Liu Ran’s arm were very prominent; there was no need for a tourniquet, and the needle could be inserted easily. Ming Siyu gently inserted the needle into the vein, pushing it at a slow, steady speed. The hand that had been bitten hadn’t fully healed; it lacked strength and was trembling slightly.

It felt just like a mosquito bite; the injection was finished before she felt any pain.

Liu Ran remarked casually: “So you do know how to give injections. It was so painful when you gave me the suppressants before; you did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

The corners of Ming Siyu’s mouth curled. “Are you talking about the time you went into heat while watching Giselle? Who told you not to want my pheromones? Before you, no one dared to reject me.”

“You were the one who said I wasn’t worthy of marking you.”

“That was before. Now I’m letting you mark me, yet you.”

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Such a normal conversation hadn’t unfolded between the two of them for a long time. For a moment, Ming Siyu mistakenly thought she and Liu Ran had returned to the past. Her eyes felt a bit hot for a moment, yet the content was full of minefields: Giselle, marking, not worthy…

She suddenly realized that there were so many issues standing between her and Liu Ran.

Liu Ran was stunned for a moment, then suddenly felt that the white gauze on Ming Siyu’s wrist was glaring. She moved her gaze away, propping up her limp and powerless body. “President Ming, I’m going to shower.”

Ming Siyu pressed the wheelchair controls to follow. At the bathroom door, Liu Ran saw that Ming Siyu had no intention of leaving, her gaze wary. “It’s not to the point where you have to watch me even while I shower, is it?”

Ming Siyu stated frankly: “I’m going to watch you wash.”

“What’s there to see about a shower?”

“Why can’t I look? Is there an inch of your body I haven’t seen? Are you only starting to know shame now?”

Shame was certainly not the issue. Liu Ran was just uncomfortable; she wanted to be away from Ming Siyu and stay alone for a while. But she didn’t bother to argue, opening the door and stepping aside to make space: “Then come in and watch.”

There was a half-step at the bathroom entrance. As the wheelchair passed over it, Liu Ran instinctively reached out to steady it.

Ming Siyu looked sideways at her hand holding the wheelchair, and the smile at the corner of her mouth gained a bit more bitterness.

Liu Ran hated these habits she had developed.

She let go of her hand, pretending there was no one behind her. Turning on the water in the bathtub, Liu Ran took off her clothes one by one. When she reached her underwear, she paused for a moment, slowly unfastened it, took it off, and then stepped into the bathtub as if no one were there. When she was washing her back, Ming Siyu took the bath sponge from her hand. “I’ll help you.”

Liu Ran asked: “Do you know how?” There was no hint of sarcasm. Ming Siyu had never done anything to serve others; even when they showered together before, it was always her washing Ming Siyu while Ming Siyu lay lazily enjoying it.

Ming Siyu frowned. “Doesn’t this just require hands?”

Her palms stroked across her back, bringing a slight chill. The feeling of someone else helping with a bath was strange; wherever Ming Siyu’s hand touched, it tickled. Liu Ran hadn’t known she had so many ticklish spots before.

She wanted to finish quickly, but Ming Siyu’s movements were slow and methodical. Her fingers slid down her spine inch by inch; every time they passed a joint, they stopped to rub for a moment, bringing fatal itching and suffocating pain.

Her fingers finally stopped at the small of her back, swirling affectionately.

Half of Liu Ran’s body went numb.

She grabbed Ming Siyu’s hand and said in a heavy voice: “Don’t go any lower.”

Ming Siyu asked knowingly: “Why?”

Liu Ran gritted her teeth: “Don’t you know?”

Her hand was still stuck to the small of her back. Ming Siyu was currently leaning down, her open collar revealing a snowy whiteness Liu Ran didn’t dare look at too much; the tiny black mole on her collarbone became increasingly clear.

Liu Ran felt as if she were about to explode. She didn’t understand why, in this situation, she would still have a reaction just because she looked at Ming Siyu’s body one more time. She really wanted to slap herself twice to wake up.

“There are no pheromones right now.” Ming Siyu’s forehead lightly pressed against Liu Ran’s. “The body’s reaction won’t lie. Admit it, you like me… at least, you like my body.”

Liu Ran’s breath was hot. She stood up abruptly from the water, the splash wetting the hem of Ming Siyu’s clothes.

“I don’t like it,” she retorted gruffly.

Ming Siyu looked up at her. A moment of emotion flickered in Liu Ran’s heart; she rarely… looked at Ming Siyu from this angle. Although her days had been chaotic recently, even she, as slow as she was, could feel that Ming Siyu had become different from before.

Even though Ming Siyu was still so self-centered, habitually giving orders and stabbing her with words from time to time, something had still changed.

She smelled a hint of caution in Ming Siyu’s every move.

Liu Ran didn’t know if this was a delusion caused by being shut up for too long and going crazy.

In a daze, Ming Siyu’s hand quickly brushed against her, and when it left, there was a streak of transparent water on her fingertip. Liu Ran’s head exploded.

Ming Siyu slowly withdrew her fingertip, gently biting it with her teeth, her tongue curling over it.

“Want to try, in the wheelchair?”

“Liu Ran, do you miss me?”

A few more days passed. Liu Ran felt she was almost isolated from the world. Life was boring to the point of being tedious; it was nothing more than eating, sleeping, having cold bickering sessions with Ming Siyu, and doing it.

Every time after they finished, Ming Siyu would allow her a short period of time without being tied to the bed. One injection of muscle relaxant followed another; Ming Siyu remained equally cautious and did not lower her guard.

the emptiness in her heart was like the wind drifting in a vacant valley, making a hair-raising whistle in the dead of night.

Meanwhile, Ming Siyu slept soundly like a cat beside her.

During this time, someone came to visit. Liu Ran couldn’t see anyone from her bed, but there was one advantage to the door that wouldn’t close: she could hear sounds from outside. Once it was Ming Siwei; from the sound of it, she hadn’t even entered the foyer before being mocked and sent away by Ming Siyu in a few sentences.

When Ming Siyu returned in her wheelchair, Liu Ran made a request: “Can I make a phone call to my mother?”

“Your mother is in a coma and can’t even speak; she can’t talk to you on the phone.”

Liu Ran insisted: “Then I’ll ask the doctor, the nurse, or the roommate. You promised me that if I was good, you wouldn’t touch my mother. I have to know if she’s currently alive or dead.”

Ming Siyu sneered: “Do you think you’ve been good these past few days?”

Liu Ran’s expression darkened instantly. “Haven’t I served you very comfortably?”

Ming Siyu didn’t want Liu Ran to talk to that Chen Liaoqing. After learning that Chen Liaoqing and Bai Yu lived together, she believed that Liu Ran truly hadn’t intended to find Chen Liaoqing to sue her. But Liu Ran had only been half-honest with her; the other half had deceived her at the time. To Ming Siyu, Chen Liaoqing wasn’t just a retired lawyer and her mother’s roommate; she represented Liu Ran’s past deception of her.

“I’ll ask for you.”

Liu Ran watched her go out to make the call with longing eyes. When she returned, “Your mother is fine, just in a normal coma, same as before. The doctors at Huaici Hospital aren’t top-tier. How about this: I’ll contact other doctors for you to see if your mother can be cured.”

Bai Yu’s condition was very stable, even showing some signs of improvement, and Liu Ran wanted to keep it that way. Furthermore, she truly didn’t feel comfortable handing Bai Yu over to Ming Siyu. Whenever Ming Siyu got angry, she would say she’d do this or that to Bai Yu; how could she let such a person be responsible for Bai Yu’s life and safety?

Later, Ming Siyu tucked this matter into her heart. A new thought sprouted: if she could cure Bai Yu, resolve Liu Ran’s heart sickness, and give Liu Ran a surprise, would Liu Ran be willing to reconcile with her?

She had thought about it after calming down these past few days. Imprisoning Liu Ran seemed normal to her; she didn’t regret her decision to imprison Liu Ran. she had to do this to keep Liu Ran stay. But in Liu Ran’s eyes, it might be very excessive.

If she wanted to repair the rift, Bai Yu was an excellent lever. she was too rushed; her remaining life was urging her day and night to get Liu Ran back—to get the Liu Ran she wanted back.

Ming Siyu thought that if the herself from a year ago saw her current state, she would absolutely mock her for being struck down like this by a little pet.

In the past, she also didn’t understand why people would “live with regret” or “die with regret.” Now she understood a bit. If she couldn’t resolve her unwilling towards Liu Ran, she would have regrets when she died.

Ming Siyu didn’t discuss it with Liu Ran; she knew Liu Ran didn’t trust her, so asking would be useless. She requested Bai Yu’s medical records from the nursing home and contacted the best doctors she could reach to find a treatment plan and determine a date for the transfer.

In the evening, Ming Siyu projected a movie to watch with Liu Ran. She deliberately chose a horror movie; she remembered that the first movie they watched together was a horror film.

As expected, Liu Ran was so scared she didn’t dare open her eyes the whole time. She sat beside her, admiring Liu Ran’s pitiful, scrunched-up appearance, revealing a smile from her heart, thinking she was utterly adorable.

After watching, Ming Siyu noticed Liu Ran’s fingernails were getting a bit long and proposed to trim them for her.

The sharp nail clippers reflected light at her fingertips. Liu Ran pulled her hand back slightly. “I’ll trim them myself.”

“He Qiange also trims the nails of the dog at her sister’s house.”

Ming Siyu realized her words were ambiguous and explained: “I didn’t mean it that way. I meant that since you can’t move to trim your own nails right now, of course someone else has to do it for you.”

Liu Ran, however, acted indifferent: “It’s okay, being a dog is also fine.”

Ming Siyu was angered by her tone. She was already clumsy at trimming, and with a shake of her hand, the clippers caught the skin, and bright red blood immediately flowed out.

Whenever she made a mistake, she habitually blamed others first a habit of many years that was hard to change.

“Do you have to speak to me in such a sarcastic tone?”

Liu Ran curled her fingertips and said plainly: “I think my tone is quite normal.”

Ming Siyu hurriedly used a tissue to wipe the blood. Fortunately, the wound wasn’t deep. “Normal in your dreams. Liu Ran, haven’t I been good to you during this time? Just how long are you going to keep making a scene with me?”

Liu Ran said coldly: “I’m not making a scene with you.”

“Then who is that dead-person look on your face every day for! Just what do you want me to do?” Ming Siyu raised her voice slightly. She was almost unable to restrain herself. These days she had done many things she absolutely would not have done before: bathing someone, feeding them, telling stories… she felt she was almost begging Liu Ran in a low voice, yet Liu Ran remained half-dead, not taking her seriously at all. She was unwilling to speak more to her, her smiles were all fake, and she only paid a bit more attention to her when they were having sex.

Liu Ran replied immediately: “Let me out.”

“This item is off the table.”

Liu Ran blinked her eyes and went back to being lifeless and silent. She acted as if she couldn’t feel pain, completely unconcerned about her injured finger.

Ming Siyu threw away the nail clippers and tissue, grabbed Liu Ran’s collar, the corners of her eyes turning red: “Say that it hurts!”

Liu Ran frowned: “I’m not in pain.”

Ming Siyu gave a tyrannical and unreasonable order: “I don’t care. I’m making you say it hurts. Say it hurts right now.”

Liu Ran was both tired and speechless. Ming Siyu already seemed not quite normal.

“Why are you being disobedient again! Don’t forget, your mother is still in my hands. With just one phone call from me, the nursing home can cut off her oxygen tube right now.” Ming Siyu stared at Liu Ran coldly and venomously, her gaze as if she wanted to eat her alive.

At the mention of Bai Yu, Liu Ran’s keywords were triggered, and she finally gave a bit of a reaction. Her eyes widened: “That’s murder!”

Ming Siyu was also dizzy with rage, speaking without thinking: “It’s all because you forced me. What kind of person can’t I, Ming Siyu, have? Who do you think you are? I give you a good face and you don’t want it. I see you just want to die. Go down and accompany your mother!”

Liu Ran’s face went white. “Then go find the kind you want. What does tying me up count for?”

“I’ll tie up whoever I want to tie up. The one being tied up has no right to bark like a dog at me.”

Ming Siyu huffed and left in her wheelchair. She had the electric wheelchair at maximum speed, bringing a small gust of wind. The half-closed door was slammed shut behind her, bouncing against the frame; the scars once cut by a chainsaw shook loose a layer of sawdust nearly invisible to the naked eye.

Liu Ran punched the bed in anger, then slumped down and sobbed helplessly. During this time, she and Ming Siyu had generally been at peace. Although bickering occurred from time to time, both of them tacitly skipped over it and didn’t mention it, and no major quarrels occurred. Today, for some reason, the flames of war escalated, quickly blowing both sides to pieces before she could even react, ending in an unpleasant departure.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, after a sleep, this matter will be like other small frictions they will both tacitly pretend to forget it together.

Ming Siyu held the same thought as Liu Ran. As long as they ignored it quickly enough, they could pretend the scar didn’t exist.

The next day was the day for Bai Yu’s transfer. After breakfast, Liu Ran proposed she wanted to make a video call with Bai Yu. She didn’t need Bai Yu to speak; she just wanted to see her.

Checking the time, Bai Yu was likely in the middle of the transfer right now. Ming Siyu found a random reason to brush it off, rejecting Liu Ran’s request.

Unexpectedly, just after ten o’clock, Ming Siyu received a phone call from the hospital. Seeing the name of the calling doctor, a bad premonition arose for no reason.

“President Ming, that patient you entrusted to us met with a car accident during the transfer!” The doctor was in a dire emergency. The background noise was chaotic, sirens were wailing, and disorganized footsteps and shouts trampled Ming Siyu’s eardrums.

She immediately looked at Liu Ran. Liu Ran knew nothing of what was happening, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Ming Siyu hurried out of the room as fast as possible to the garden outside the balcony, only daring to speak once she was certain Liu Ran couldn’t hear: “What’s the situation? Is she okay?”

“Still checking. But President Ming, there’s something I must explain to you in advance. The patient has serious underlying diseases, and her physical condition wasn’t optimistic to begin with… you’d better be prepared at any time.”

Ming Siyu felt as if struck by lightning, her throat so dry she couldn’t make a sound.

Please don’t let anything happen. Please.

If something happened to Bai Yu, then everything between her and Liu Ran would truly be completely finished…

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