Seduced By My Omega Stepsister - Chapter 2

Help me.

Fu Zhou locked herself in her room.

In the summer, the sky stays bright until very late, but she drew the curtains shut, burying herself under a thick winter quilt.

The computer on her desk vibrated several times. She rolled over, irritably tousled her hair, and sat at the desk to open it.

Zhou Zhou (Zhou Heyu): What did your dad give you for your seventeenth birthday? Did you ask for a new phone?

(Zhang Meng): What’s wrong with her phone?

Zhou Zhou: It got confiscated by that “Dead Fat Pig” teacher. Is Miss Zhang going to go get it back for her?

fz: Can anything even be retrieved once it’s in his hands?

Zhou Zhou: Oh, you’re online? What did your dad give you?

fz: A sister.

Downstairs, a gentle-looking woman sat at the dining table. Seated with her was the girl who had returned with Fu Zhou. Fu Li sat there with a practiced, polite smile, inviting them to eat.

“Come, this must be Xiyu. You’re so beautiful, just like you were carved from the same mold as your mother.”

The woman at the table smiled warmly, though her worried gaze shifted toward the upper floor. “Xiao Zhou isn’t coming down to eat. Is she alright?”

“She’ll be down in a minute. There isn’t a meal in this world she’d pass up.”

Hearing his indifferent remark, the woman’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. But he wasn’t wrong; a few minutes later, Fu Zhou walked down with an expressionless face.

She walked straight to the table. The previously harmonious atmosphere stiffened upon her arrival. She lowered her eyes and took a large shove of rice into her mouth.

Under the table, Fu Li kicked Fu Zhou several times, gesturing wildly with his eyes. “Quick, greet your Auntie Chu. And this is Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu is a few months older than you, so she’ll be your elder sister from now on. You two need to get along.”

“Xiao Zhou might look grumpy, but she’s usually quite kind. Right?”

Fu Zhou looked up from her rice, nodding dully, and glanced at the two people across from her.

Throughout the meal, only Fu Li and the woman named Chu Wen spoke, she remained silent.

The girl across from her barely ate a few bites before putting down her chopsticks and walking away. Fu Zhou caught a glimpse of her movement and noticed her awkward, limping gait.

It looked familiar.

Faintly, Fu Zhou remembered something. Had she collided with a girl this afternoon? Did she… knock someone into a limp?

She set down her bowl. Fu Li and Chu Wen were still talking, paying no mind to the girls.

That night, she knocked on the door of the room next door, Chu Xiyu’s room.

A soft, tender voice drifted from inside: “Wait a moment.” Fu Zhou stood at the door like a solid wall. She hid the bruise ointment behind her back, awkwardly biting her lower lip.

The door opened. The girl carried the damp, soft scent of body wash, the scent of roses.

It was Pheromones. Fu Zhou’s gaze landed on a small patch of red, soft flesh on the back of the girl’s neck. A visible flush began to crawl up the girl’s neck. Fu Zhou jerked backward, but before she could take a full step, a warm arm hooked around her, pulling her inside as the door clicked shut.

“Is something the matter?” Chu Xiyu lifted her moist eyes. Fu Zhou’s throat moved in a slight swallow. She could feel the girl’s body pressing halfway against her own, warmth on one side, while her back was pressed against the icy doorframe.

Two extremes.

Perhaps because her gaze on the back of Chu Xiyu’s neck was too obvious, the girl let out a light chuckle. “An underdeveloped child… do you still get shy about this?”

“Who are you calling a child?” Fu Zhou brushed away the hand Chu Xiyu had propped against her lower back. She didn’t expect that simple motion to make the girl teeter, nearly collapsing to the floor.

Fu Zhou rushed to steady her, half-carrying her toward the bed.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I came because I ran into you at school this afternoon.” Fu Zhou paused, speaking under the girl’s burning, smiling gaze. “I bought you medicine.”

“Mm.” Chu Xiyu’s voice was just like her name light and thin, as if the resistance, defensiveness, and coldness she had shown earlier at the front door were all just a hallucination.

But Fu Zhou didn’t ignore it. She knelt, gently taking Chu Xiyu’s fair but significantly swollen ankle into her hand.

She squeezed out a large dollop of ointment, rubbing it softly onto the swelling. The soft skin in her hand flinched back the moment the cream touched it, but a small portion of her foot remained resting in Fu Zhou’s palm.

It was a restrained gesture, one that held the power to reject this small kindness at any moment.

Fu Zhou said nothing, continuing to rub the ankle gently.

“Don’t worry about me. My mother passed away many years ago. I won’t blame him for starting a new family, nor will I make things difficult for you and your mother.”

She looked down, spreading the ointment. The girl before her remained silent for a long time. When Fu Zhou finally looked up, all she saw were eyes that were red and moist.

The scent of roses in the air grew heavier. Fu Zhou felt the underdeveloped gland at the back of her own neck throb and pulse, a mixture of faint excitement and pain.

Suddenly, Chu Xiyu leaned in very close, her breath brushing against Fu Zhou’s lips. For a split second, Fu Zhou’s heart raced. She leaned back instinctively, but in the next heartbeat, she was kicked off the bed by the girl.

Her brain hummed with a sudden, ringing shock.

“I… I just recently differentiated, and I don’t know how to control my pheromones yet. Could you please go out for a moment?”

Her voice was thick with an uncontrollable panting. Fu Zhou quickly set the medicine on the bed and practically crashed through the door to get out. The moment the door shut, she felt her heart drumming wildly, and she gasped for the fresh air outside.

The taste of roses still lingered in her mouth. She walked swiftly back to her own room and gulped down a mouthful of water to suppress the sensation. She leaned back against her chair, one hand covering her still-throbbing gland.

On the desk sat a brand-new, unopened phone. It was likely a gift from Fu Li. From the hallway came the sound of a suitcase dragging across the floor, she picked up the phone and walked toward the door.

Standing upstairs, Fu Zhou’s gaze fell flatly on the scene below. Fu Li was dragging his suitcase toward the exit while Chu Wen stood behind him, adjusting his tie and speaking in a gentle tone.

She withdrew her gaze, returned to her room, and shut the door.

The phone was already pre-configured with the necessary apps, and her old SIM card had been installed. As soon as she turned it on, several messages popped up. She clicked on the pinned group chat, but before she could read anything, a voice call came through.

“Hello?” Fu Zhou let out a yawn, leaning lazily against her chair, her voice heavy with sleepiness.

“Holy crap, why did you just vanish mid-sentence? Your dad gave you a ‘sister’? What does that even mean, is she like, alive?”

“Would he bring home a corpse?” Fu Zhou opened her computer. Aside from her mother and the group chat, there was only one other person pinned on her WeChat.

She hadn’t given Qi Wen a nickname, their chat history had been frozen since last week, the day she was rejected.

She only remembered the girl in the blue and white school uniform taking a few steps back. Even the flowers Fu Zhou held had become searingly hot, falling to the ground and scattering petals everywhere. Qi Wen’s innocent eyes had widened slightly, looking genuinely flustered as if she truly hadn’t known, her voice carrying a hint of hoarseness:

“Fu Zhou, I’m sorry. I only think of you as a friend.”

As a friend.

Fu Zhou ruffled her hair in frustration. It was always like this, playing deaf and mute while acting as if their “friendship” was a matter of course, accepting her kindness while never clarifying things when others teased them.

On the other end of the line, her friend’s voice continued.

“Whoa, he really brought a sister home? So, is she pretty? Is she an Alpha, Beta, or Omega?”

The image of the girl’s moist eyes suddenly flashed in Fu Zhou’s mind. The scent of roses, which should have faded from her memory, surged back in an instant.

“I think she’s an Omega,” she replied, the gland at the back of her neck throbbing in sync with her words.

“Damn, I’ve never seen a live Omega before. Aren’t you about to differentiate soon? How are the two of you supposed to live in the same house then?”

“Zhou Heyu, are you sick? It’s not like you don’t have brothers at home. We’re just different secondary genders of the same sex. What’s wrong with living under one roof? It’s not like we’re dating.”

Fu Zhou rolled her eyes slightly and closed the computer interface. Perhaps it was a psychological reaction, but she felt the scent of roses in the air growing even stronger.

“Hanging up now. I’m going to shower. We’re playing games tonight, tell Zhang Meng.”

“Got it.”

Fu Zhou placed her phone face-down on the desk. The front door downstairs had opened and closed; Chu Wen must have left with Fu Li. She turned around, but as she passed Chu Xiyu’s room, her footsteps abruptly faltered.

A powerful, unstable wave of pheromones flooded the air, rushing toward her. She suddenly realized that this… might not be an illusion.

Omegas were even rarer than Alphas. Furthermore, pheromone dysregulation in high-level Omegas was extremely dangerous for the individual. Their glands were particularly fragile, if not handled properly, a destroyed gland was practically a death sentence.

Fu Zhou twisted the doorknob. A dense wave of pheromones rolled into every pore of her body, she felt as if she were drowning in the scent.

Holding her breath, she stepped forward and found the girl curled into a corner.

Chu Xiyu’s face was flushed, her eyes shimmering like the surface of a lake. But the moment she sensed someone’s presence, the lust in her eyes vanished, replaced by cold vigilance and scrutiny.

Fu Zhou was momentarily stunned by that look. Recovering an instant later, she knelt in front of Chu Xiyu, her voice sounding strained and difficult: “Chu Xiyu, where are your suppressants?”

She was an Alpha. Even if she hadn’t fully differentiated yet, her very presence was a threat to Chu Xiyu.

At the same time, Chu Xiyu was a threat to her.

Alphas were physically stronger and usually dominant in relationships, but a marked Omega could unilaterally control an Alpha’s senses, pain, taste, emotions through pheromones. As the internet saying went: Alphas were born to be “henpecked.”

But Chu Xiyu was panting lowly, her voice broken and lingering: “No… no suppressants.”

“Fu Zhou, help me.”