I Am Her Secret Beauty - Chapter 64

“When are you going to mark me?”

“The weather is quite nice today… Will you mark me?”

“Mu Xi, you’re really not a good girlfriend. I still haven’t been marked yet. If word gets out, what kind of omega would people think I am?”

Mu Xi blushed deeply. Nan Xi, standing before her, put on a pitiful and aggrieved expression, wringing her hands in exaggerated distress.

It seemed as though marking was truly a matter of great importance in Nan Xi’s life… Well, to be fair, it was important to everyone.

…But they had only been together for a week.

Nan Xi’s attempt at playing the victim was full of holes, her mischievous grin barely suppressed.

Even if she were never marked, who would dare to casually criticize the young lady of the Nan family?

Teasing Mu Xi until she flushed had become Nan Xi’s favorite pastime, a vital source of amusement in her life. Initially, she hadn’t genuinely cared about the marking itself; back then, Nan Xi looked down on those ruled by their instincts. Suppressants and her own willpower were enough to handle her physiological urges, and her connection with Mu Xi was more about emotional bonding.

Looking back on her younger self, so naive and focused on pure romance, Nan Xi always felt a pang of regret.

It was like a little cat guarding a big, plump fish but never eating it, only opening its mouth to compete in blowing bubbles.

What a desecration of such delicious fish! A downright desecration!

Unlike Nan Xi, who treated marking as a way to tease Mu Xi, Mu Xi took every word Nan Xi said to heart.

Knowing her girlfriend adored her and desired her was exhilarating.

But Mu Xi was completely inexperienced in such matters. She feared her clumsiness would disappoint Nan Xi, so she could only blush and evade the topic each time.

Secretly, she devoted herself to studying, researching how to turn marking into an art form.

Nan Xi naturally didn’t cram into the dormitories with other students. She had her own place, located within a kilometer of A University, the best housing in the area, which was why she could keep her tabby and black cats.

Mu Xi sometimes visited, arriving with bags full of supplies as if Nan Xi lived in some remote frontier outpost rather than the bustling city center of A City. They would talk and feed the cats under the same roof, their intimate moments never progressing beyond kisses and hugs.

Nan Xi’s eyes would grow moist as she gasped for breath, feeling her body ignite, especially the back of her neck, even though her heart was already full.

That was desire… something Nan Xi felt vividly, and not for the first time. Mu Xi’s face and body grew more vivid in her eyes, while everything else blurred, leaving Nan Xi seeing only Mu Xi: her half-parted, crimson lips, the smooth curve of her neck as she breathed, knowing that Mu Xi desired her too.

“Mu Xi…”

Nan Xi couldn’t help but call out the alpha’s name.

Mu Xi, however, didn’t dare look at her.

She panted, the cool air entering her mouth and trachea only to turn scalding hot, nearly setting her ablaze as she exhaled.

Her hands were clenched tightly. Fortunately, Mu Xi had trimmed her nails short after reading some tutorials, or she would have surely pierced her palms.

Even now, the pressure hurt, a slight pain that only served to accentuate the desire, somehow making it feel more real.

Mu Xi asked herself inwardly,

Are you ready?

No, no. It was precisely because she valued this matter too much that she felt too timid to act, even though it should have been an instinctive behavior.

Her seriousness had reached the point of overcorrection, but no one had ever taught Mu Xi how to properly face such matters, so she could only rely on her own feelings to figure it out.

Mu Xi could already catch a whiff of Nan Xi’s rich, fragrant pheromones in the air.

Perhaps this was what they meant by “familiarity breeds timidity.”

“I-I’m going to wash my hands,” Mu Xi stammered, scrambling away from Nan Xi and darting into the bathroom, leaving Nan Xi behind to slump onto the sofa. After a while, Nan Xi went to her room to find and inject some suppressants.

The sound of running water soon echoed in the bathroom as Mu Xi repeatedly splashed cold water on her face, neck, and hands.

She was too embarrassed to ask Nan Xi for suppressants, so she resorted to this method to control her emotions.

Afterward, Mu Xi sat dazedly on the toilet lid and pulled out her phone.

Through various channels, she had acquired quite a bit of study material.

Mu Xi had always been diligent in her studies, never falling behind in her coursework, including this self-assigned subject.

Unfortunately, one always regrets not having learned enough when the time comes to use it. After her earlier failure, Mu Xi was especially eager to see how things should be done correctly.

She turned her phone volume to the lowest setting and began playing the video resources she had saved.

Soon, faint sounds began to emanate discreetly in the spacious bathroom, audible only to Mu Xi. She stared unblinkingly at the screen, memorizing how each finger should move and where it should be placed.

The sequence, foreplay and the main course, considering the other’s perspective, differences in communication styles, the aesthetics of intensity…

It was truly the most exquisite form of sociological art.

Mu Xi lost track of time while watching, so long that Nan Xi couldn’t help but come looking for her. After knocking twice on the door, she pushed it open.

Mu Xi was sitting on the toilet with her head bowed, clutching her phone, her expression hidden.

This defeated appearance tugged at Nan Xi’s heartstrings. Maybe Mu Xi really didn’t know how, and perhaps she had teased her too harshly all this time.

She walked over, not noticing the hastily switched phone screen Mu Xi had pulled up in a flustered attempt to cover her tracks, and simply bent down to hug her.

A comforting embrace, devoid of any suggestive undertones.

“It’s okay, Mu Xi, don’t force yourself,” Nan Xi said sincerely. “I already like you enough as you are.”

?

What kind of talk was that?

Mu Xi could acknowledge her own shortcomings, but hearing it from Nan Xi’s lips made it feel entirely different.

Mu Xi grew anxious, hurriedly trying to explain herself, “No, no, I’m not forcing myself, I just…”

“Really, it’s fine.” Nan Xi patted her back, her earnestness only making Mu Xi choke up more. “I have plenty of suppressants, enough to last me a long, long time.”

A long time…

A long time…

Mu Xi felt worse than if she had been stripped, whipped with a lash dipped in chili water.

But the problem was, Mu Xi had no way to prove herself.

The key to encouragement was to speak with facts, but Mu Xi didn’t have those so-called “facts” just yet.

That night, Mu Xi slept in Nan Xi’s guest room, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling until late into the night.

She swore to herself that she must prove through her actions that her hesitation was due to timidity, not incompetence. She absolutely would.

By the time Mu Xi actually took this step, a long time had passed.

Nan Xi had grown accustomed to kissing Mu Xi until her limbs grew weak, then automatically leaning aside to rest, giving Mu Xi time to calm down as well.

But this time, she felt a firm hand reach for the tie at the small of her back, slowly and gently undoing it.

Then came the tender, impassioned kisses on her neck, mingling with Mu Xi’s soft hair as they brushed against Nan Xi’s skin, sending waves of tingling shivers through her.

She lifted her head, somewhat surprised. “Mu Xi…”

“Is this okay? For us?”

Mu Xi slipped a hand beneath her blouse, fingertips tracing gentle circles between her shoulder blades. “Is it too sudden?”

This was also part of the strategy, to catch the other off guard with a surprise attack.

How could Nan Xi refuse her? She nodded immediately, moved.

Then, layer by layer, the fabric fell away, interspersed with tentative touches and deep, lingering kisses.

That familiar restlessness rose within Nan Xi again, pleasure followed by an even greater emptiness, tinged with anticipation for the unknown, making the dark, hidden pool within her grow damper and more expansive.

Perhaps it was because Mu Xi’s dark hair had brushed against her too many times, but Nan Xi felt an unbearable itch, a helpless sensation, especially when she didn’t know how to relieve it.

Nan Xi knew how to ease it, but she needed Mu Xi’s help.

“Here…”

Blushing, she guided Mu Xi’s hand to the place that desperately needed healing, entrusting herself to this reliable doctor. “It’s unbearable… I need your help.”

She didn’t realize she resembled a trembling flower bud, swaying delicately in the air, evoking both tenderness and pity. Mu Xi touched her with such care, afraid that even the slightest pressure might bruise or break her.

But Nan Xi didn’t need such gentleness now. “Just… be yourself.”

Be yourself.

It was an encouragement for Mu Xi to let go and act freely.

Mu Xi’s heart trembled as well, and she sought one last confirmation from Nan Xi: “Does it hurt?”

It did, a little.

But Nan Xi wouldn’t tell her, she wouldn’t give her any reason to stop. She only shook her head. “Not at all.”

“If you feel any discomfort… tell me, Nan Xi.”

Mu Xi released the ribbon she was holding and allowed herself to lose herself in that deep, dark pool.

She soon became fully immersed, sinking into its unfathomable depths, tirelessly and endlessly.

Like any learning process in the world.

The things Mu Xi had studied beforehand were entirely different in practice, and very little of it proved useful.

She was a genius, after all, and she approached it in her own way, not by the book.

At some point, Nan Xi let out a soft, breathy moan, her brow furrowed. It seemed Mu Xi had reached the core of her ailment, solving Nan Xi’s pressing issue.

But as a diligent and dedicated doctor, Mu Xi wouldn’t stop there.

She repeatedly checked and confirmed that Nan Xi’s discomfort had been completely alleviated, unwilling to leave even the slightest trace of trouble behind.

Even when the patient herself began to protest, Mu Xi insisted on completing the full examination.

And post-treatment care and recovery were equally important.

Unaware of how much time had passed, the night had grown deep. Nan Xi lay sprawled across the bed, unconscious, the gland on the back of her neck swollen but already marked.

Mu Xi gently kissed her hair. “Are you hungry? I’ll go to the supermarket to buy something to eat.”

Nan Xi didn’t respond, perhaps she lacked the strength, or perhaps she was unaware.

Mu Xi cleaned both of them, dressed, and went out to find food.

After that, she never returned.

A living person had suddenly vanished, especially after such a turbulent night.

The beautiful dream shattered and twisted into a nightmare, lingering in Nan Xi’s heart for a long time, entangling into a pain she never wanted to recall.

For the first time, Nan Xi lost her confidence. After searching everywhere to no avail, she began to wonder if it was because she hadn’t been good enough, if Mu Xi had left because she disliked her.

…No, how could that be?

She told herself that Mu Xi wouldn’t do such a thing, yet she couldn’t stop her mind from wandering, imagining all sorts of dark possibilities.

In the end, she only tormented herself to the extreme.