Mistaken ‘O’ is a Crazy Gorgeous Boss - Chapter 40

The first kiss that landed on her lips was gentle.

Though the tightly wound string in her mind had already snapped, Qu Zhen always prioritized Shen Zhikou’s feelings. She knew that the Omega in her arms sought closeness due to the healing process of her hormonal imbalance disorder, a need different from her own heartfelt stirrings.

In this kiss where their lips met, Qu Zhen employed every technique she had learned from the materials, ensuring that the experience she brought Shen Zhikou was pleasant and comfortable, unlike that night of secondary differentiation when she had possessively bitten the corner of her lips until they bled.

From a simple touch, it turned into light pecks, then deepened into a passionate kiss with lips and tongues entwined.

Qu Zhen’s arm around Shen Zhikou’s waist tightened further. When the kiss ended, she lifted Shen Zhikou with unsteady breaths but steady steps, pressing close to her cheek as she asked, “Sister, why are you wearing this outfit?”

The Omega in her arms caught her breath, her porcelain-like face flushed with a rosy hue. “You left it there. Didn’t you want me to wear it for you?”

Qu Zhen set her down on the edge of the bed, grabbed a clean tissue, and knelt on the floor to wipe the moisture from her jade-like feet. Her movements were gentle and meticulous, from the ankles to the glossy curve of her instep, all the way to the tips of her toes, which resembled delicate pink petals.

“No, that’s not it,” she explained softly. “It’s a performance costume from an elective class I took before. The seller sent the wrong item, and I originally intended to return it, but the shop took it off the shelves soon after. This outfit couldn’t be donated, so it’s been sitting in my closet. This morning, I brought it back from my school locker and mixed up the bags… so it ended up piled in the corner.”

“Hmm.” Shen Zhikou studied her. “Don’t you like it?”

A silence fell between them, not an awkward or eerie silence, but one tinged with ambiguity, pink bubbles, and phantom heart shapes.

Qu Zhen appeared calm on the surface, but the tips of her ears had long since turned bright red.

The uniform was slightly small in size, yet it fit Shen Zhikou perfectly. Coupled with her cool, restrained aura that stripped the outfit of its suggestive undertones, she looked both pure and alluring, like a siren who captivated hearts without even realizing it.

It was hard to say she didn’t like it, Qu Zhen thought clumsily, but it was also hard to say… she did.

So, she chose a neutral answer: “It’s alright.”

Shen Zhikou didn’t press her further. “This outfit probably hasn’t been aired out in a long time. My skin is quite sensitive, wearing it for a short while is fine, but any longer and it might become uncomfortable.”

“Then-”

Curly strands of hair brushed against Qu Zhen’s face as Shen Zhikou leaned down to kiss her temple. “Help me, Zhenzhen.”

She didn’t use phrases like “is it okay,” “can you,” or “is it convenient,” but instead spoke in a calm tone that made a request Qu Zhen couldn’t possibly remain composed about.

A pink mushroom cloud seemed to expand in the room, scattering seeds of infatuation wherever it passed. The tissue slipped from Qu Zhen’s fingers, and her fingertips returned to the edge of the sheer stockings, so thin that the slightest pressure could tear them open.

“Start from here.”

Qu Zhen stared blankly at Shen Zhikou. Despite having done all her homework and preparations, she still blushed with embarrassment. She parted her lips, about to say something, when Shen Zhikou’s index finger pressed against them.

“Only nod or shake your head,” Shen Zhikou said, her long lashes fluttering. “I don’t want to hear you say no.”

Her expression was softer than ever, as if gazing upon her most cherished possession, her eyes brimming with emotions Qu Zhen couldn’t quite comprehend. Yet her words carried a trace of undisguised grievance, as though she were the one trapped within the confines of another’s territory.

As though she were the one tilting her neck, exposing a vulnerability that could prove fatal.

In the dimly lit corner, lily of the valley bloomed, its delicate fragrance seeping from her fragile glands. Neither of them wore scent-blocking patches, and the moment Qu Zhen noticed, she instinctively released her pheromones, hoping to make the Omega more comfortable.

“I didn’t refuse,” she said softly, lifting her head. “And I won’t refuse you, sister.”

She took Shen Zhikou’s hand, as if making a solemn vow, and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I’m just a bit shy and not very good at expressing myself. I don’t know how to say sweet things. But whatever you want me to do, as long as it doesn’t break the law or go against common decency, I’ll follow your wishes.”

As soon as she finished speaking, her slender, well-defined right hand traced a gentle path downward along the edge. With every inch it traveled across the snowy skin, the heat in her fingertips intensified.

From above the knee down to the ankle socks, the thin fabric slipped away completely amidst the faint, almost imperceptible sound of rain, pooling between her feet like a coiled white serpent. Qu Zhen didn’t stash it in her pocket but continued to look up, her almond-shaped eyes clear and bright like a puppy’s, fixed unblinkingly on Shen Zhikou.

“What would you like me to do next, sister?”

Amid the lingering floral scent, Shen Zhikou’s ears seemed to echo with that lively voice again, like the freshest, softest young leaf on a tree branch. At sixteen, Qu Zhen had also looked up just like this, cheerfully asking her what to do.

“Sister Xiao Yu, today I’m going to make a rabbit lantern for you.”

After fiddling with it for a while and repeatedly watching the tutorial without understanding, Qu Zhen had piled the lantern-making materials into a small triangle, her fair little face full of confusion and bewilderment. She had even asked Shen Zhikou in puzzlement.

“Sister Xiao Yu, I’ve finished the rabbit’s tail. What should I do next?”

The two voices overlapped in the river of time. Shen Zhikou turned her gaze to the little Alpha kneeling on the carpet, and this time, she didn’t remain silent.

“It’s our wedding night,” she countered. “What do you want to do to me?”

In an instant, Qu Zhen’s face turned redder than the finished rabbit lantern. Her breathing grew slightly uneven, the tips of her ears burning hot, as if she were struggling to restrain herself. In the past, such restraint had been proper and appropriate, but now it felt untimely and utterly lacking in romance.

Yet she wanted to give Shen Zhikou a joyful wedding night, free of pain or any other mishaps, filled only with warmth and overwhelming affection, even if that affection came solely from her.

Shen Zhikou waited in silence, patient and unshaken.

This was a mutual trap. She had long allowed Qu Zhen to ensnare her, all while waiting for Qu Zhen to willingly step into the snare herself.

Meanwhile, Qu Zhen’s mind was locked in an internal struggle.

She knew very well that from the moment she agreed to Shen Zhikou, there was no turning back. She was only wondering how to proceed, should she start by unbuttoning the floral clasps running from below the collarbone to the waist, or first undo the lace-tied ribbon around her waist?

After much contemplation and hesitation, her mind was filled with the bubbling sound of boiling water, as if steam were rising from the top of her head.

But soon, her thoughts came to an abrupt halt as she noticed the Omega slowly blink, her pursed lips silently accusing the alpha of inaction.

She wasn’t sure if Shen Zhikou was subtly expressing grievance and disappointment.

Yet, even if there was only a one-in-a-million chance, she didn’t want Shen Zhikou to feel wronged or let down. She wanted every day to be a happy one for Shen Zhikou. So, shifting from her half-kneeling, upward-gazing posture, she suddenly rose, placed her hands on either side of Shen Zhikou’s waist, and leaned in to kiss her lips.

“I want to do so much.”

She paused the kiss, pressing another to the corner of Shen Zhikou’s mouth. “I’ve been longing to see you since I finished my exam.”

“I’ve been studying at home, but my thoughts kept drifting to you. I kept hoping to hear the doorbell, because that would mean you were back.”

In an instant, her subconscious overrode her rationality. Her fingers trailed upward from the last floral button at her waist, pausing only when they reached the rounded peach at the tip of the branch.

The evening downpour had softened, but the biting cold wind showed no sign of relenting, causing the rounded peach on the peachwood branch to sway gently in the frigid air.

“I wanted to see you sooner too, Zhenzhen,” Shen Zhikou said, her face radiant. “This afternoon, I was the first one to leave the company.”

The implication was unmistakable. Qu Zhen’s heartbeat quickened abruptly, and the stagnant floral fragrance began to swirl again with her movement.

Tonight’s rain was distinctly different from before. Usually, the bright moon would hide behind thick, rolling clouds, but tonight it hung high above the branches, illuminating Haicheng like a colossal beast trapped in the rain. Moreover, the brilliant moonlight also illuminated the rounded peach, glistening with raindrops, its petals trembling with each breath until the peachwood leaves rustled and concealed it.

“Sister.”

As Qu Zhen drew closer, Shen Zhikou whispered something in her ear, making her blush even more. Soon, the ribbon loosened slowly, warm light spilling over them. The ethereal Omega, as beautiful as a statue of white jade, had skin like snow and features like blossoms, tinged with just the right shade of allure.

Perhaps due to the imbalance in their attire, Shen Zhikou began to mimic Qu Zhen, following her every move unhurriedly until they were fully immersed.

“Sister.”

This utterance was more impassioned than any before, like a soft feather brushing against her heart, the tantalizing itch gradually spreading. Unconsciously, Shen Zhikou’s position shifted from the edge of the bed to the center, her back pressed firmly against the mattress.

Yet she offered no resistance. Instead, she embraced the alpha willingly, her voice laced with emotions hidden beneath the surface.

“Zhenzhen.”

“You can do whatever you want to me.”

Qu Zhen’s breath hitched. The sound of the night rain outside grew clearer, yet she could still hear the frantic beating of her own heart. As she removed the Buddhist beads from Shen Zhikou’s wrist and reached for the silvery box in the bedside drawer, she heard Shen Zhikou’s voice.

It was soft, like a wisp of cloud, yet this cloud, because of her, was coated in sweetness, becoming indescribably delightful.

“Zhenzhen, let me help you.”

The entire evening, Qu Zhen was like a puppet on strings, obediently following the commands of her manipulator, Shen Zhikou. She paused, then softly responded, her face flushing as she took out two protective packaging for Omegas. Just as she was about to move closer,

“Take one more.”

“Sister,” Qu Zhen murmured softly, glancing sideways at the Omega in the room, feeling as if rainwater had surged into her throat.

She was truly obedient. When she returned to her original position, Shen Zhikou helped her with everything. Gazing at the Omega so close at hand, for the first time, she harbored a disobedient thought.

The pattering light rain brushed against the window ledge. Shen Zhikou’s captivating peach blossom eyes grew hazy with a misty fog.

Rainwater gathered into a thin stream in the window ledge’s groove, soaking both the inside and outside thoroughly.

The pale blue curtains veiled the night sky, and the bright moon had vanished without a trace. When the freshly opened silver box suddenly fell to the floor, the number of packaging wrappers on the ground had doubled.

Teeth sank into the vulnerable gland. As her consciousness drifted high above the clouds, Qu Zhen faintly and indistinctly heard,

“Qu Zhen.”

“I am… yours.”