Transmigrated as a Scum Alpha: Now I Have a Wife via the Heartless Dao - Chapter 19

“Of course.”

Yu Qianyan said this candidly, as if it were nothing more than a casual compliment. She looked at Rong Shu with eyes as clear as someone admiring a painting or a flower. She even reached out to ruffle Rong Shu’s hair, leaving a few strands sticking up in messy cowlicks on her otherwise sleek, dark hair.

Sensing trouble, Yu Qianyan acted quickly. Before Rong Shu could get angry, she hurriedly smoothed down the sticking strands. Once finished, she smiled at Rong Shu’s reflection in the dressing mirror. This smile was so open and guileless, mirroring the clarity of her bright eyes. There wasn’t a hint of gloom to be found.

Even Rong Shu couldn’t help but curve her lips in response to that sunny smile, though she immediately caught herself and wiped the expression away.

She felt a sudden sense of frustration and confusion. Was this really the same Yu Qianyan she knew? The lecherous, impulsive, foolish, cruel, and cowardly Yu Qianyan?

The days she spent at the Yu family residence were packed with non-stop studying. Simply memorizing the daily curriculum took half her life, leaving her with no extra time to dwell on past grievances or focus on her long-sworn revenge plans. Yet, in this pure and fulfilling time, Yu Qianyan’s presence became impossible to ignore. She was like air, like sunlight, like the only ancient well in a remote village, silent and calm, yet meticulously seeping into every moment Rong Shu needed her. She was silent yet reliable, warm yet passionate. If not for the recurring nightmares of her past-life torments, Rong Shu might have forgotten the past entirely and drowned in the gentle embrace of Yu Qianyan.

Learning swordsmanship was no easy task. Aside from the first theoretical lesson, where Yu Qianyan spoke with such passion that it left Rong Shu feeling ignited and immersed in fantasies of traveling the world with a sword and settling scores, the reality of picking up a sword was different. Whether it was the wrong stance, incorrect force, or the wrong angle of the swing, small mistakes were constant.

At first, Rong Shu thought Yu Qianyan was deliberately making things difficult. But although Yu Qianyan was strict, her temper was impossibly good. Even when Rong Shu threw the sword in frustration, Yu Qianyan would simply pick it up in silence, tell Rong Shu to sit and rest, and then demonstrate it over and over again, never growing impatient. Facing this version of Yu Qianyan, Rong Shu found it hard to convince herself that this was all a disguise or a facade.

But if it wasn’t a lie, could rebirth truly change a person’s character for no reason? Why hadn’t she changed? Rong Shu had harbored this doubt for a while, and now she was even more perplexed. Regardless, Yu Qianyan was still Yu Qianyan. She owed a debt, and it had to be repaid.

Thinking of this, Rong Shu hesitated no longer. She turned lightly, wrapping her arms around her neck as if to dance in Yu Qianyan’s embrace.

Yu Qianyan was keenly aware of the danger in this movement and tried to pull back, only to freeze when Rong Shu tightened her grip. The original body had toyed with countless Omega glands, and though she could clearly see it in her memories, only now did she realize that an Alpha’s gland was even more sensitive than an Omega’s.

At the back of the smooth, slender neck was an almond-sized protrusion, which was where Yu Qianyan’s gland was located. Rong Shu reached her right index finger over, massaging the area around the gland with her fingertips, deliberately avoiding the core where the most sensitive pore lay. She let the constant, ant-like itching build up, stimulating a stifled, irrepressible moan from Yu Qianyan’s throat.

It was as if this was the signal that blew the horn of war. Rong Shu had no prior experience, but she relied on instinct to return the very methods the past-life Yu Qianyan had used on her. She had not expected such a massive reaction, which boosted her confidence, and she increased the pressure of her fingertips.

Yu Qianyan had barely managed to adapt to the gentle itching, attempting to gather enough strength to break free from Rong Shu, when the latter changed her tactics. Her speed became erratic, and she began to scrape the area with cold, sharp fingernails, sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly.

Her heart hammered like a drum, and the stimulation to her nerve endings felt like a raging storm. The gland began to heat up and swell under the pressure, turning a deeper, rosy color, the tiny pore dilating and opening slightly with each breath.

Yu Qianyan frowned. She gripped Rong Shu’s shoulder with sudden force, yet fearing she might hurt her, she forced herself to restrain the impulse and hold back, her breathing becoming heavy.

“Stop playing…” She tried to hide the note of begging in her voice, which had become metallic and raspy from the extreme suppression.

However, the gland completely ignored the commands from her brain. After swelling to the limit, it began to secrete pheromone mucus from the small opening, releasing a rich aroma. It was the scent of Yu Qianyan’s pheromones, cold like winter snow, fresh like the spring breeze.

Rong Shu sniffed, feeling that something was slightly off, but before she could think it through, her fingertips pressed heavily into the opening out of momentum. She followed that heavy press with a twist, and the pheromone mucus in the gland was squeezed out completely, causing it to deflate rapidly.

The sudden change in texture under her fingers caught Rong Shu’s attention. She loosened her grip on Yu Qianyan’s arms, which Yu Qianyan immediately noticed. In a blur of motion, Rong Shu found herself on the floor. She lifted her head, dazed and feeling slightly lightheaded from the surrounding concentration of pheromones, and stared blankly at Yu Qianyan, who had retreated several meters away. She couldn’t understand how she had thrown herself off, let alone how she managed to do it without hurting her.

Yu Qianyan didn’t understand how she managed it either, but she didn’t care. Merely calming the volcanic boiling of impulses inside her was difficult enough; she had no energy to explain the mystery to Rong Shu. She panted heavily.

She didn’t even dare to blink, because every time she closed her eyes, the scene of Rong Shu hanging from her neck and enticing her just moments ago would repeat in her mind. Those eyes, the slightly parted red lips, the soft and hot breath, all of it was so vivid. Yu Qianyan was filled with this provocative imagery and longed to drive a sword through her own uncooperative head and gland just to restore her composure. The desire still raging inside her was like a tsunami threatening to devour everything, almost washing away all of Yu Qianyan’s reason.

Fortunately, this overwhelming desire was like duckweed without roots now that the subsequent stimulation had stopped, and it quickly dissipated completely.

Yu Qianyan supported her knees and stood straight. There was burgeoning anger in her eyes—she was feeling embarrassed and angry. She had never lost control like this. Even when she was struck by the most potent affection miasma in the cultivation world, she could remain expressionless while using sword qi to break through it. Thinking back to the last time she nearly lost her sanity to lust, it was also caused by Rong Shu being in heat after being drugged. Both times she had been in such a pathetic state were because of her. No matter how much she sympathized with or pitied Rong Shu, Yu Qianyan couldn’t help but feel a flash of true anger now. If this were her past life, she would have long ago run through anyone who dared to intentionally provoke her and disturb her Dao heart. She would never have spared their life.

Unaware of the fear hidden beneath her anger, Yu Qianyan gathered her thoughts and intended to confront Rong Shu. To her surprise, when she looked up, Rong Shu was still sitting on the floor. She didn’t know if she had shaken off the influence of the pheromones, but her expression was one of total composure.

Yu Qianyan choked on her words and snapped, “Rong Shu, have you gone mad?”

Rong Shu tilted her head back slightly, raised her eyebrows, and asked with a laugh, “Have I?” Then, with a provocative air, she put the finger that had been stained with Yu Qianyan’s pheromone mucus into her mouth and licked it. When she pulled her finger out, there was even a faint “pop” sound from her mouth.

Yu Qianyan’s expression changed instantly. The word “Don’t!” had barely left her lips before it was too late to stop her. She could only watch helplessly as the flush on Rong Shu’s face spread from her lips to her entire face in a split second. Then, her eyes went blank, and she collapsed.

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