She doesn’t want to pretend to be an Omega either! - Chapter 15

Saturday meant no classes, so Wen Mo slept in until she woke up naturally.

That was one of the reasons she had chosen to return to the dorm last night.

Weekend mornings were rare chances for a proper sleep-in—no way was she going back to the Wen family home for that.

If her mother wasn’t around, things were fine. The housekeeper wouldn’t dare discipline her, and her father was too indulgent to insist on rules. She could wake whenever she pleased.

But if her mother was home, then by eight o’clock sharp the housekeeper would be sent to drag her out of bed so that the whole family could sit properly at the dining table for breakfast together.

And of course, breakfast would never pass without her mother “concernedly” asking about Wen Mo’s studies and daily life.

It was baffling, really. Wen Mo had been a certified academic disaster since childhood; her mother should have long since accepted reality. Yet she never gave up on her routine inquiries—always asking about Wen Mo’s studies, always dissatisfied with the answers, always offering a few lukewarm criticisms that had no effect whatsoever. A meaningless cycle, yet one her mother seemed tireless in repeating.

Or maybe she just had no idea what else to talk about with her daughter, so she stuck to the same old script.

Things got better once Wen Mo entered university.

Living on campus meant she didn’t have to endure those breakfast interrogations anymore. That was also one of the main reasons she had obediently agreed to dorm life.

So aside from holidays or special occasions—even though her family home was only twenty minutes away by car—Wen Mo never went back on weekends. Conveniently, this gave her (the new Wen Mo) the perfect excuse not to show up either.

Otherwise, after more than a month of living in this world without visiting her parents even once, things would’ve started to look suspicious.

Thanks to the original Wen Mo’s precedent, her absence was perfectly normal.

But today, like it or not, she had to go home.

So when Wen Mo opened her eyes and remembered her schedule for the day, she couldn’t help sighing.

As usual, she reached for her phone, planning to scroll for a bit before getting up.

She had barely picked it up when a message popped up from Wei Mingshu.

[Wei Mingshu]: Awake yet?

“What the—” Wen Mo muttered under her breath.

[Wen Mo]: Did you install surveillance at my bedside?!

[Wei Mingshu]: Just woke up?

[Wen Mo]: Yeah.

[Wei Mingshu]: Wanna grab brunch? My treat.

Wen Mo stared at the message, suspicion blooming.

After a moment of hesitation, she couldn’t resist typing back:

[Wen Mo]: Do you… secretly have a crush on me?

She hit send.

No reply.

She clutched her phone and waited two whole minutes. Still nothing.

Her suspicion deepened.

In her worldview, this was the kind of thing only “bros” would say to each other as a joke. And the normal “bro reaction” would be instant outrage: “Are you insane?” “What the hell are you on?” “Me, like you? Don’t flatter yourself!”—some combination of shock, swearing, and mockery.

If it was Wei Mingshu, who liked to put on the act of a polite gentleman, maybe his reaction would be milder, something like: “Did you send that to the wrong person?”

But silence? Silence was suspicious.

Not bothering to wait longer, Wen Mo got out of bed, driven by the pressing need to pee.

As a pure-hearted maiden at heart, she had kept herself admirably chaste even after crossing over. She had yet to actually lay eyes on the extra part this body came with.

She was curious, though.

The first night after transmigrating, she had taken a serious look while showering. On the surface, the body wasn’t that different from her original one as a girl—just taller, with slightly more defined muscles. No trace of the coveted Alpha eight-pack; far from it.

The original “Wen Mo” had hated exercise. Poor stamina, weak self-control, easily swayed by Omega pheromones… even when little Omega Yin Qingyue (a whole head shorter than her) grabbed her, she couldn’t shake free.

This body’s only advantages were youth, fast metabolism, and maybe a bit of genetic luck: low body fat, naturally slim, the type who wouldn’t easily get chubby. So even without abs, her stomach was flat, and if she sucked it in, she could just about fake some definition.

Wen Mo, as a normal girl, liked looking at abs but never cared about having them herself. Comfort was her main philosophy; everything else, let fate decide.

That was probably why she’d adjusted so quickly to this new body—since it wasn’t too different from what she was used to.

If she’d been confronted with that “extra part” right away, she probably would’ve been embarrassed.

Sure, she’d read plenty of heavy-flavor novels, but real-life exposure was another matter.

And who would’ve thought that her first time seeing one would be… her own? Definitely a first for any girl back on Earth.

But after so long without catching even a glimpse, her initial embarrassment had slowly shifted into curiosity—and even impatience.

She was beginning to wonder: back on the day she transmigrated, had she actually been so spooked by Zhu Shen that the thing shriveled up and refused to reappear?

In the novel, that was exactly what had happened—the original Wen Mo had been “scared soft.”

But in her case, she’d already taken over this body by the time Zhu Shen kicked the door in, and she hadn’t been that frightened—just startled. The thing had already retreated before then.

So she had assumed it was still functional, just… dormant. Maybe because she was too pure of heart, or maybe because she hadn’t been mentally ready to face it head-on.

But after a whole month with no sign, doubts began to creep in.

And today was yet another day of seeing nothing.

With a sigh, Wen Mo began to seriously consider whether she ought to… test it.

She vaguely remembered that the original Wen Mo’s hard drive contained a stash of “educational films.” That might be worth trying.

Having relieved herself and washed up, she had almost forgotten the little bomb she had dropped on Wei Mingshu earlier.

She strolled back out, greeted her one remaining dormmate, Niu Feng, then pulled clothes from the wardrobe and slipped into the bathroom again to change.

This world didn’t divide dorms by gender but by A/B/O, which meant she had been assigned three male Alpha roommates. Not a single girl in sight.

To them, she was just another Alpha—zero sexual appeal. But her inner maidenly modesty still compelled her to always change in the bathroom, door locked.

The first time she did this, her roommates had been baffled.

But she was the dorm boss, so they didn’t question her. Over time, they got used to it, chalking it up as one more of Wen Mo’s bizarre “new habits.”

When she came out dressed, Wen Mo picked up her phone to order takeout—and finally noticed that Wei Mingshu had replied.

Eight minutes after her last message.

[Wei Mingshu]: ?

[Wei Mingshu]: What’s gotten into you lately?

Wen Mo froze.

He hadn’t denied it. He hadn’t even addressed the question directly.

So… was she imagining things or not?

Maybe it was her “girl brain” overthinking.

She turned and patted Niu Feng, who was sitting at the next desk, immersed in his phone. Time to consult a real Alpha.

“Hey, Niu Feng.”

Annoyed at first, he turned, saw her face, and instantly calmed down. He tugged off his headphones. “What’s up?”

Even though Wen Mo’s temper had mellowed lately, he still didn’t dare brush her off.

But when she noticed his posture, she realized he was gaming. She waved her hands quickly. “Never mind, finish your match first. We’ll talk after.”

Niu Feng: “…”

Was she messing with him?

“It’s fine,” he said. “We’re losing anyway. Just tell me now.”

Wen Mo glanced at his screen. “How can you say that? You’ve got to have fighting spirit! What if your teammates are still giving it their all? Don’t let them down—focus and finish the game properly.”

Niu Feng: “…”

He just stared at her.

Sure, her personality shift wasn’t brand new, but still—he couldn’t believe those words had just come out of her mouth.

When she saw him freeze, Wen Mo grew anxious.

As a fellow gamer, she knew exactly how frustrating it was when teammates went AFK mid-match.

She herself had recently been hooked on the same popular game—one she’d even played with her new friends the night before. Having already mastered similar games back in her original world, she had picked it up fast.

Now, watching him sit idle, her hands itched.

“How about I play it for you?” she offered.

“Huh?” Niu Feng blinked.

“I love turning the tables when we’re losing.” Wen Mo grinned.

Niu Feng: “…”

He had played with her before. Back then, she was terrible—barely worth carrying. But recently she’d been spending much more time gaming instead of chasing after Omegas. He often saw her at it in the dorm.

Even so, talent mattered. And in his eyes, she wasn’t exactly a prodigy like his idol Gu Nan—a natural-born gaming god, famous from the start.

Still, since this match was already a disaster, why not let her have a go?

He handed her the phone and leaned back to watch.

The moment Wen Mo touched the screen, her whole aura shifted.

Her fingers flew. Niu Feng’s eyes widened.

And when the word Victory finally flashed across the screen, he was dumbstruck. “Holy—?! You actually pulled off a comeback?!”

Wen Mo remained calm, smiling as she basked in his admiration.

Even as they exited, teammate requests popped up, begging to add him as a friend with notes like “Boss, carry me again!”

Of course, the hero had been Niu Feng’s character, but it was Wen Mo’s play that carried them.

Composed as ever, she returned his phone.

“When did you get so good?” Niu Feng asked, still stunned.

“Not that amazing,” Wen Mo said modestly. “Just been practicing more lately.”

He was about to say more when she cut him off with the real reason she’d called him.

“By the way—hypothetically—if an Alpha friend suddenly asked you, ‘Do you have a crush on me,’ how would you react?”