Transmigrated as a Scum Alpha: Now I Have a Wife via the Heartless Dao - Chapter 40

Inside Yu Qianyan and Qin Zhiyu’s dormitory, Zhu Lanjun sat on Qin Zhiyu’s chair. Having rejected Qin Zhiyu’s offer of “Miss Zhu, would you like some water?” for the seventh time, she finally couldn’t help but say, “We are all classmates in the same year, you can just call me by my name, no need to call me Miss Zhu.”

Qin Zhiyu froze for a moment, then sheepishly put down the cup she had picked up yet again, explaining dryly, “Ah, we’re all used to addressing each other like that. Sorry about that, then I’ll just call you Zhu Lanjun from now on.”

Once she finished, Qin Zhiyu inwardly cursed herself for being incredibly stupid. What did she mean by “we people”? Wasn’t that deliberately stabbing a knife into someone’s sensitivity about their low status?

No matter how many times she poured water, she couldn’t recover the impression points she’d lost!

Fortunately, Zhu Lanjun wasn’t paying close attention to what Qin Zhiyu was saying, nor did she notice Qin Zhiyu’s self-inflicted awkwardness. She had put most of her heart and soul into worrying about her roommate, her expression anxious and silent.

After a while, as the silence grew increasingly unbearable for Zhu Lanjun, who had even begun to think about how to apologize, Zhu Lanjun suddenly asked, “How long has Yu Qianyan been gone?”

Qin Zhiyu paused, checking the time, “It’s been about an hour or so.”

“It’s been that long…” Zhu Lanjun murmured. Her expression shifted several times before settling into one of determination, “No, I have to go see what’s happening.”

She had always had a strange premonition, a persistent feeling that if she didn’t do something, it would lead to serious consequences.

Because of her earlier hesitation, Qin Zhiyu’s reaction was a beat slow. She failed to stop Zhu Lanjun, who leaped up and rushed out, so she had no choice but to follow.

When they reached the dormitory door, Zhu Lanjun adjusted her breathing, listening intently to the movement inside. After a while, she realized there was no sound at all, as if the room were completely empty, and only then did she begin to knock.

“Xiao Li! Xiao Li, are you in there? Can I come in?”

There was no response.

Zhu Lanjun grew more anxious. Her knocking became heavier and more frantic, almost bordering on pounding on the door.

“Xiao Li, are you there? Are you okay? Yu Qianyan, are you in there? Can you tell me how Xiao Li is doing?”

Still, no response.

Zhu Lanjun began fumbling in her pockets, trying to find the key to open the door, but the more anxious she became, the more flustered she grew. She patted down every pocket without finding the dormitory key.

Zhu Lanjun took a few deep breaths and asked Qin Zhiyu to go back to her own dorm to see if she had left the key on the table.

Qin Zhiyu wanted to persuade Zhu Lanjun not to be so nervous. Yu Qianyan and Rong Shu were married, after all, and their relationship was good, so it wasn’t likely that one would hurt the other. But Rong Shu’s identity still had to be concealed. Even if Qin Zhiyu didn’t think Zhu Lanjun was the type to report or leak secrets, she didn’t dare reveal the truth. She could only agree to go fetch the key, inwardly praying that Yu Qianyan and Rong Shu would be sensible and not give them a bedroom full of surprises the moment the door opened.

However, before Qin Zhiyu could take two steps away, the dormitory door suddenly opened a tiny, narrow crack. It was the sort of narrow gap that ensured nothing could be seen from the outside, yet allowed just enough sound to escape.

“I’m fine. Come back later,” Rong Shu’s voice drifted out from the gap, sounding extremely weak.

Zhu Lanjun remained uneasy, placing her hand on the door to push it open.

At that very moment, the person inside tried to close the door. An abrupt force from the other side blocked Zhu Lanjun’s attempt.

The moment the door slammed shut, a faint wisp of air rushed out from the suddenly closed gap, carrying with it a short, stifled moan that struck Zhu Lanjun.

Zhu Lanjun’s face changed instantly, and she took a sharp, large step back.

Seeing this, Qin Zhiyu walked up, puzzled, wanting to ask if Zhu Lanjun had heard something. But the moment she raised her hand to pat Zhu Lanjun on the shoulder, it was reflexively swatted away. With a “smack,” it was hit heavily on the back of her hand.

To be honest, it didn’t hurt much, but she was stunned.

Qin Zhiyu stared blankly at Zhu Lanjun’s suddenly cold, stern eyes. When she was snapped at with a “Don’t touch me!”, she cooperated quite well, pulling away to create some distance and even raising both hands in surrender to show she was harmless.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

However, the moment the question left her lips and she saw Zhu Lanjun’s ugly expression, inspiration struck Qin Zhiyu.

In a confined space, how else could an Alpha comfort an Omega under immense psychological pressure, while refusing to open the door to outsiders?

Once she followed that logic and looked at the cloud-blackened face of Zhu Lanjun, Qin Zhiyu felt an inexplicable sense of constriction and embarrassment, losing all the smooth-talking skills she usually used in her romantic endeavors.

What the hell is Yu Qianyan doing! She’s even managed to make me feel awkward now.

She had thought Yu Qianyan had actually turned serious, but she was going at it right in the school dormitory. Playing so recklessly, and in a Beta dorm with no ventilation, relying only on natural airflow. She wondered how Yu Qianyan would handle the room full of pheromones later.

Zhu Lanjun walked back with a sunken face, while Qin Zhiyu, filled with hidden complaints, followed behind her like a timid wife, not daring to say another word.

The power dynamic and gender hierarchy shifted quietly in that moment, though no one was paying attention.

Inside the dormitory, separated by a single door, the situation was not at all as “fragrant and romantic” as Zhu Lanjun or Qin Zhiyu had imagined.

Yu Qianyan used one hand to clamp Rong Shu’s wrists, pinning them high above her head against the wall, while her other hand gripped Rong Shu’s waist, pressing her backward. She managed to fix the person in place, completing a semi-forced wall-pin.

Rong Shu was like a snake held by the neck, trying to use her still-free lower half to teach the bully a lesson, kicking out at Yu Qianyan incessantly.

She was struggling with genuine intent, but the force of her resistance was incredibly weak. Even if Yu Qianyan didn’t dodge and let Rong Shu kick her, she wouldn’t feel much pain.

But regardless, the nature of these actions was laid bare—Rong Shu was constantly resisting.

Ever since Yu Qianyan discovered that Rong Shu had fallen into a deep state of estrus due to various reasons and had tried to give her a temporary marking only to have her intentions seen through, Rong Shu had acted as if she had lost her mind, struggling without pause.

Kicking, biting, punching, hitting—she used every trick she knew or could think of. Like a frantic little calf, she scrambled and crashed around the dormitory, ignoring all of Yu Qianyan’s attempts at persuasion. It wasn’t like she was resisting a temporary marking to stop the estrus, but as if she were fighting off a violent assault that could cost her her life at any moment.

Yu Qianyan found it baffling but had no choice. She could only try to respond to these crude attacks while attempting to complete the marking, all while trying her best not to hurt the other party.

According to Yu Qianyan’s initial guess, Rong Shu wouldn’t have been able to make a fuss for long before fainting like she used to. All she had to do was wait it out, or wait for her to get dizzy, and she would have a chance. After all, it was just a matter of one bite.

As it turned out, Rong Shu acted as if she had been injected with stimulants, keeping up the chaos for over an hour without fainting. She was exhausted, on the verge of collapse, but her will and consciousness remained firm, holding on until now without letting Yu Qianyan even touch her gland.

This was likely thanks to the secondary differentiation. For an Omega with an S-level constitution, it was normal to stay conscious through the estrus cycle if one’s will was strong enough.

But this left Yu Qianyan in a completely passive position.

Talk? No listening. Touch? No touching. Hit… don’t even joke about that. How could Yu Qianyan bear to hit Rong Shu? She would rather be the one taking the hits.

The two of them chased and escaped in an endless cycle, successfully leading Yu Qianyan into the same gutter as Rong Shu before she could stop the estrus cycle—she, too, had fallen into the mire of estrus along with Rong Shu. Her pheromones were surging uncontrollably and recklessly, and her entire state seemed to have been cast with an all-attribute buff. Her eyes were faintly beginning to turn red.

After finally managing to control her through terrain advantage, Yu Qianyan herself was exhausted. Before she could do anything, Zhu Lanjun appeared again, forcing Yu Qianyan to slightly release Rong Shu to crack the door open.

In those few seconds of opening and closing the door and answering, Yu Qianyan was kicked several more times by Rong Shu.

After the door was completely shut, Yu Qianyan coordinated her two hands, one pinning the wrists up high, the other clamping the waist down low to finally manage to suppress Rong Shu.

She seized the opportunity to ask, “I just wanted to give you a temporary marking. What on earth are you making a fuss about?”

Rong Shu didn’t speak. She tilted her neck back, the lines of her chin and throat stretched into a sharp, straight line under extreme exertion, her eyes filled with resolute, frantic light.

After staring into those eyes for several seconds, Yu Qianyan sighed deeply for the umpteenth time, softening her tone to ask, “Then what do you want now? Do you want me to leave you alone?”

Rong Shu finally had some reaction. After a flicker of unsteadiness in her eyes, they hardened again into the cold, murderous light of a sword. After a brief pause, she spoke, “Mark me.”

“I was trying to…”

“Permanently mark me.” Rong Shu knew what Yu Qianyan was going to say before she could finish, so she interrupted her without a care, “Either permanently mark me now, or get out.”

After all the struggle, only to receive such an inexplicable answer, even a clay Buddha would have had a temper.

“Fine.”

Yu Qianyan’s mouth twisted into an ugly grimace. Before the slightest trace of joy could appear in Rong Shu’s eyes, she turned around and made a show of walking toward the door.

Rong Shu was startled and instinctively grabbed Yu Qianyan’s arm.

In the flash of a moment, Yu Qianyan seized the critical second. She grabbed the arm Rong Shu had extended, used a clever flick of force to twist counter-clockwise, forcing Rong Shu to spin half a circle, and then pinned her tightly against the wall once more.

Only this time, she was facing the wall.

Yu Qianyan dared not delay any longer. She casually swept the hair behind Rong Shu’s head all to one side, aimed right at the throbbing gland, and bit down.

The gland during deep estrus was fuller and sweeter than usual. The moment her teeth pierced the skin, the sweet, rich pheromones poured into her mouth like fruit juice.

In a daze, Yu Qianyan thought she hadn’t bitten a gland, but some kind of overripe fruit. Every nerve in her brain trembled with excitement, hooked by Rong Shu’s pheromones.

The Alpha instinct surged in aggressively, completely taking over Yu Qianyan’s reason.

The hand that held the hair loosened and then tightened, fingers splayed and dug deep into the hair, massaging and pulling it as she licked and bit the gland. The other hand found its own way, reaching in from the gap in the bathrobe collar, recklessly scratching and rubbing across a patch of sweaty, smooth, and soft skin.

Rong Shu was trapped in this twisted posture, but she couldn’t care about the discomfort at all. She struggled to turn her face, red lips slightly parted, trying to capture a hot kiss that might alleviate her parched dryness.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Yu Qianyan was suddenly struck—as if someone had smashed a club onto the top of her head from mid-air. She sobered up instantly, yanked her hand back, released Rong Shu, and retreated far away.

Her tongue swept across her teeth, confirming that she had already injected her pheromones into Rong Shu’s gland. Yu Qianyan sighed in relief, forcing herself to suppress her own estrus state by using her willpower and reciting the sect’s strongest version of the “Heart-Calming Mantra.”

A flash of annoyance crossed Rong Shu’s eyes. She touched her neck, feeling lingering regret.

The gland was no longer swollen, but now it was sore and painful. Yu Qianyan’s bite hadn’t been light; even the slightest touch made Rong Shu twitch from the pain.

She slid down the wall in exhaustion, sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall with her legs crossed casually. She didn’t bother to check if the hem of her bathrobe was properly covering her charms. She closed her eyes, waiting for the estrus cycle to completely end.

As the pheromones subsided and her physical strength recovered, the memories of her madness during that short period gradually surfaced in her mind.

Rong Shu began to feel that something was wrong and instinctively wanted to run.

However, the moment she moved, she was frozen in place by a single sentence from Yu Qianyan.

Yu Qianyan’s tone was calm, tinged with a hint of curiosity, as flat as if she were asking what to have for breakfast tomorrow, “How did you know I hadn’t used my communicator to contact Zhu Lanjun?”

“Did you install monitoring software on my communicator?”

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