Scumbag Alpha’s Pheromones Are Toxic - Chapter 7

When Ji Yao woke up, she was surprised to find that she had actually fallen asleep in the study last night.

She must have been drunk out of her mind; her head throbbed as if needles were stabbing it.

Just as she was about to push herself up, her hand brushed against something off.

She realized with a start that she was lying across Qin Zishu’s lap.

Ji Yao: “…”

Qin Zishu looked down at her. “You’re awake?”

Ji Yao blinked, still a little dazed, and when she saw Qin Zishu’s dry, blinking eyes, she asked, “You sat like this all night?”

Not only did she sit all night, but she had stared at Ji Yao without blinking the entire time.

Qin Zishu didn’t say any of that aloud. She only said, “You fell asleep, so I didn’t wake you to go back to your room. Still tired? You can go back to your bedroom and sleep some more.”

Ji Yao shook her head. “No, it’s fine.”

Breakfast had already been prepared by the housekeeper, so Qin Zishu told her to eat later.

Ji Yao asked, “Where are you going?”

Of course, Qin Zishu was going back to her room to catch up on sleep. She hadn’t dared close her eyes all night, and her whole body ached.

But she didn’t tell Ji Yao the full truth. Instead, she pointed to the restraint patch on her neck. “I wasn’t feeling well last night. Holding someone so close during my sensitive period, it’s torture. I’m going to get another suppressant.”

Great. Back to yesterday’s issue.

“I didn’t ask you to endure it,” Ji Yao said bluntly. “You drank, yes, but it was your own fault. Don’t come begging for sympathy in the morning.”

Qin Zishu smiled helplessly. “If that’s how you want to see it, I can’t help it. It won’t happen next time.”

Ji Yao appreciated honesty. Seeing that Qin Zishu understood, she didn’t linger—after all, it was breakfast time—and headed downstairs.

At that moment, the system suddenly appeared.

System: “Mission #3: Qin Zishu’s pheromones are slightly ‘toxic.’ Host must complete the poisoning task within five seconds or face death.”

Ji Yao, about to leave, froze. “…”

She had nearly forgotten. Yesterday, she hadn’t noticed the time limit and assumed she could skip it. But now, in the morning, she had to do it.

Sensing her frustration, the system clarified: “You were drunk last night and couldn’t be woken. Countdown: 5, 4.”

Ji Yao turned to Qin Zishu.

Qin Zishu was peeling off the restraint patch from her neck. Seeing Ji Yao look, she gave a meaning-laden smile: “Want to help?”

Ji Yao nodded and leaned forward. “Sure.”

She couldn’t actually smell the pheromones, so a simple sniff would suffice.

She asked the system, “How does it know the task is complete? I can’t smell anything, and nothing is happening.”

System: “If I think it’s done, it’s done.”

Ji Yao: “…”

Grumbling inwardly, she carefully tore off the patch.

“Ow, that hurts!” Qin Zishu clutched her neck and recoiled. “You don’t have any sympathy, do you? We’ll be spending a lot of time together.”

Ji Yao, embarrassed, held up the patch. “Sorry, I got distracted.”

Qin Zishu tilted her head. “Thinking about something?”

“Just remembered a girl I knew once,” Ji Yao said, gazing into the distance as if looking through the heavy curtains into the past. “She never said when she was hurt. Once, she burned her hand and didn’t tell anyone. I only found out when we sat down for dinner that night.”

Qin Zishu paused. “I see.”

Ji Yao looked at her. “If she was like you, she wouldn’t have let herself suffer.”

Qin Zishu rested her chin on her hand. “Not necessarily. How do you know I don’t like to endure?”

Ji Yao: “Didn’t you just yell in pain?”

“Because I was scolding you. A proper ‘canary’ has to be considerate,” Qin Zishu said confidently. “People need to adjust to each other. To reach a comfortable way of being together, you have to learn to seek benefit and avoid harm.”

Ji Yao had no response.

“Like you said, I didn’t seize the chance last night. Next time, I won’t let you off. And when I say it hurts, you’ll go easier,” Qin Zishu said suddenly in a different tone. “Come here, rub it for me—it really hurts.”

Seeing the red, swollen skin on her neck, Ji Yao gently massaged it with her palm. “Is your sensitive period really that uncomfortable?”

Qin Zishu leaned into her, curling up like a big, insecure puppy. “Uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Mostly, you were too drunk last night to feel anything. I like it a bit intense, if there’s no reaction, it’s too much.”

Hearing those words, Ji Yao almost pressed too hard on Qin Zishu’s delicate neck.

Ji Yao blanked for a moment. “You said you like what?”

Seeing Ji Yao’s expression, Qin Zishu mischievously smiled. Her voice dropped into a sultry tone, and she draped an arm over Ji Yao’s neck, whispering near her ear, “I like excitement.”

Ji Yao pulled away, her ears burning.

Qin Zishu laughed loudly.

Ji Yao had no words—the girl had really learned to be mischievous as she grew up.

“Because I play hard, I have to change partners every month, so I don’t accidentally hurt anyone,” Qin Zishu lied without flinching. “Last night, I held back because I didn’t want to scare you into refusing the agreement.”

Ji Yao suddenly remembered the absurd agreement. One clause said that the canary’s life isn’t guaranteed when helping the other through their sensitive period. Could this be what it meant?

She swallowed a cold breath, her blood pressure rising.

“Regret it?” Qin Zishu tested. “You didn’t sign the previous agreement, and the new one isn’t ready. If you regret it, you can leave now.”

Ji Yao was angry, but she had to take responsibility. If she left and Qin Zishu stayed like this, it would lead to unforgivable consequences—and countless newcomers would suffer.

Toxic pheromones.

Brutal methods in bed.

Disregard for life.

Ji Yao decided she would keep watch over Qin Zishu, even if it meant standing guard at the gates of hell herself.

She exhaled. “Don’t worry. I’m not leaving.”

Qin Zishu didn’t seem surprised. She went to the study drawer and pulled out an agreement. “Change the duration? There’s a one-month agreement in the study, the one-year one got torn. Only a one-month version is left.”

Ji Yao refused. “Not one month.”

Luckily, she didn’t look at it—otherwise, she would have realized its contents had changed from yesterday.

Qin Zishu accepted without objection. “Then how long do you want?”

Ji Yao: “Ten years.”