She doesn’t want to pretend to be an Omega either! - Chapter 2

The ridiculously handsome guy’s fist came at her like the wind, lightning-fast.

Even though Wen Mo had just snapped out of her daze from being “blinded by beauty,” there was no time to dodge. What’s worse, her collar was still clutched tightly in his grip, giving her no room to maneuver. All she managed was a slight turn of her head before—

Wham!

“Ahhh—!” Wen Mo cried out, pain exploding across her face. It felt like her nose had snapped in two.

Compared to this punch, the slap that girl gave her earlier was nothing more than a kitten’s paw—soft and harmless.

In her entire life, Wen Mo had hardly ever been hit. At most, she’d been smacked on the butt by her mom when she was being a brat as a kid. And yet here she was today, getting punched in the face twice in a row, back-to-back, while half-dazed!

And judging by the look of things, there might be a third, a fourth…

The pain finally jolted her nerves awake. Whether this had been a dream a moment ago didn’t matter—this punch was real enough to sober her up completely.

Just last night, she had skimmed through this very novel. Even though she’d skipped around, only focusing on scenes involving “Wen Mo,” this particular scene was one of the few key moments for that character—so it was etched clearly in her memory.

Now it clicked: this was the turning point where the female Alpha “Wen Mo” officially became cannon fodder.

The man beating her senseless right now—this devastatingly handsome guy—was none other than Zhu Shen, one of the male supporting characters who adored the female lead. He was also the one who crippled the cannon-fodder Alpha “Wen Mo.”

And since she had transmigrated, whether she could ever return or not, Wen Mo absolutely couldn’t let herself get beaten to the point of ruin.

So, watching Zhu Shen’s fist rear back again, she gritted her teeth against the pain and shouted:

“Big bro, spare me! This is all a misunderstanding!!!”

But Zhu Shen didn’t hesitate. His fist came crashing into her face again.

“F*ck!” Wen Mo’s head snapped sideways, vision spinning, stars bursting behind her eyes.

Another punch or two like that, and she’d be finished.

Clearly, he wasn’t going to give her the time to talk her way out of this. Whatever she said next had to make him stop.

Her brain working through the agony was pure survival instinct—no time to overthink.

Maybe it was because the novel’s bizarre physiology settings were burned into her memory, but in that instant, one outrageous idea surfaced—

“I’m pretending to be an Alpha!” Wen Mo screamed hoarsely, “I—I’m actually an Omega!!”

The fist about to smash her face suddenly halted midair.

Wen Mo cracked an eye open and saw the suspended hand. Her heart leapt—maybe there was hope! She quickly piled on:

“So it’s all a misunderstanding! I’d never do anything to her, really!”

The words barely left her mouth when—

Wham!

“AHHH!!” she shrieked again.

At some point Zhu Shen had let go of her collar, so this time she was knocked flat on her back, crashing onto the floor.

Still, at least there was now some distance between them. Wen Mo didn’t even bother trying to get up. She scrambled backward on her butt, desperate to escape his reach.

But her frantic shuffling was no match for his long legs. By the time her tailbone was burning from scooting so fast, he’d already taken one step forward and was standing over her again.

His polished leather shoe landed right beside her thigh. For one terrifying second, Wen Mo thought he was about to stomp her leg to pieces.

She regretted everything. If she could do this all over again, she swore she would study The Adorable Omega Is Everyone’s Darling cover to cover—hell, she’d memorize the whole thing.

Instead, she had skimmed recklessly, only paying attention to “Wen Mo’s” scenes. Result? She knew almost nothing about Zhu Shen except the basics—that he was a powerful young master from an elite family, a top-tier Alpha, and, crucially, the one who destroyed “Wen Mo.”

Given that he’d managed to completely ruin the “cannon fodder Alpha,” it proved he was ruthless. Any other weaknesses, flaws, or quirks? She had no idea.

The original Wen Mo herself had been born into wealth, able to strut around the city unchecked.

But Zhu Shen’s family was even more formidable—powerful enough to force Wen Mo’s doting parents to throw her out of the house. That wasn’t just wealthy—that was terrifying.

Bottom line: for the sake of her little life, Wen Mo must not provoke Zhu Shen.

Standing face-to-face, she could see he towered over her.

The female Alpha Wen Mo’s recorded height was 178 cm. Zhu Shen had to be at least 190.

Now, with her sitting on the ground and him looming over her like a giant, Wen Mo had to crane her neck all the way back just to see him.

And he, apparently too proud to even lower his head, left her unable to read his expression. She could only sense disdain in the faint downward tilt of his eyes.

Goddamn. That was divine-level disdain.

No wonder he could stand toe-to-toe with the male lead—his aura was off the charts.

If this was just the supporting male, how ridiculously good-looking was the protagonist supposed to be?!

Even now, Wen Mo found herself drifting into pointless thoughts—until a deep, cold voice dropped from above:

“Idiot.”

She froze.

Seriously? That god-tier aura, only to open his mouth and… call her that?

“…Huh?” she blinked, too dumbfounded to reply.

“Your pheromones are practically leaking through the ceiling. You think I can’t tell?” Zhu Shen said flatly.

“Ah!” Wen Mo suddenly realized.

Of course! In an ABO world, gender wasn’t determined by physical traits alone—pheromones were everything!

“Misunderstanding! Total misunderstanding! If I’m pretending to be an Alpha, of course I’d do the full package! I—I took injections, okay? Pheromone-masking shots, you know?” Wen Mo babbled desperately.

That, at least, wasn’t a lie—she had the memory of it from the original Wen Mo.

Where there’s demand, there’s a market.

In this ABO society, gender stereotypes were even harsher. Certain academic majors or career paths outright restricted admissions by gender. Naturally, black-market drugs had popped up that let people disguise their secondary gender.

Officially banned, outrageously expensive, and nearly impossible for the average person to obtain.

But for a spoiled rich second-gen like Wen Mo? Easy.

Thank goodness she inherited the original’s memories. If she’d been dropped into this oddball ABO setting without them, no amount of reading webnovels would have prepared her for the… peculiar twists here.

Especially since this world’s ABO mechanics were downright bizarre. Imagine waking up one morning, pulling down your pants, discovering an extra part, screaming in shock—and then watching it vanish again. That would’ve been… an experience.

Anyway, thanks to these weird rules, her lie was at least plausible. In a normal ABO setting, one quick pants-check would’ve exposed her.

Earlier, when she’d tried to pounce on the female lead, she’d definitely been excited. But after this beating? Yeah, no fire left.

So she wasn’t even afraid of being checked. Still, stripping in front of a man? Even if she technically had an Alpha body now, she was still a girl inside. Thick-skinned or not, that would be mortifying.

Thankfully, Zhu Shen didn’t seem interested in checking. His gaze stayed fixed on her face, not once flicking downward.

Wen Mo, terrified he’d sense her guilt, forced herself to look calm, wide-eyed, staring up at him with faux-innocence.

He didn’t buy it.

Why believe her words when he had seen with his own eyes?

The moment he walked in, he’d caught the female lead, Yin Qingyue, visibly resisting—while this scumbag’s hand had been creeping toward her blouse buttons, Omega heat pheromones and Alpha scent filling the air.

And now she dared to claim it was all a misunderstanding?

An Omega pretending to be an Alpha—how could she possibly lose control from another Omega’s heat pheromones?

Unless she wanted to admit she’d been deliberately releasing her own pheromones?

Not only had she tried to lay hands on Yin Qingyue, now she was spouting nonsense, as if he was a fool.

Zhu Shen’s eyes narrowed. His lips curved into a cold, mocking smile.

Wen Mo’s heart sank. That smile was nothing but bad news. Her inner radar screamed danger, and she scrambled backward again, hands and feet both pushing off the floor.

Sure enough, the moment she moved, Zhu Shen’s leg lashed out—aimed disturbingly close to her crotch.

Too much!

Who kicks a girl there?!

Couldn’t he even entertain the slim chance—like, one-in-ten-thousand—that she really was an Omega in disguise? What kind of Alpha attacks an Omega’s lower half? Where was the gentlemanly—no, the Alpha dignity?!

“You—you’re still kicking me? I told you I’m an Omega!” Wen Mo whimpered, lips trembling, voice going soft and sugary. Her eyes instantly filled with tears, spilling over as her arms gave way and she collapsed onto the floor like a fragile willow in the wind.

“Why won’t you believe me?” she sobbed.

Her coquettish tone was fake, her tears squeezed out deliberately.

Except—forcing them out was far too easy, because holy hell, everything hurt.

And once they started, they didn’t stop. Tears gushed like a broken dam, flooding uncontrollably down her face.

“You’re too cruel!” Wen Mo wailed. “And you hit my face! No one’s ever hit my face before! Don’t you know you’re not supposed to hit people in the face?!”

Her cries, at first exaggerated, grew raw and heartfelt.

The more she cried, the more wronged she felt.

She was just an ordinary, happy college student—attend class, slack off, daydream about food, drinks, fun. Sure, sometimes she’d idly fantasize about transmigration and rebirth, but that was supposed to stay in her imagination!

Instead, she really transmigrated—without a cheat, no golden finger, and thrown straight into such a miserable role!

“Why is my life so tragic?!” Wen Mo bawled, voice cracking.

The picture she made—hair disheveled, clothes rumpled, slumped on the floor with a swollen face, nose bleeding, lip split, eyes red and brimming with tears—was utterly pitiful.

So pitiful, in fact, that Zhu Shen’s leg, raised to kick her again, froze in midair.

He frowned, pausing. After a beat, he averted his gaze and slowly lowered his foot.

Not because he believed a word she said, nor out of tender pity—simply because her half-dead, filthy state killed his enthusiasm. At this point, even landing a kick felt like dirtying his shoes.