After Accidentally Forcing A Kiss On The Ice-Cold Mature Woman - Chapter 20

Before Xi Rui’s treacherous plot could succeed, she was sent tumbling to the ground by a massive force. Wen Fei’s lightsaber came to a halt a mere inch or two from Xi Rui’s throat—a perilously close distance.

Blood was already seeping from Xi Rui’s neck. With a single thought from Wen Fei, Xi Rui’s windpipe would be severed by the blade of light.

“I—I didn’t do anything! I swear! I didn’t even touch her!!”

The lingering traces of ecstatic joy had yet to fade from Xi Rui’s face, but her eyes were filled with sheer terror and horror. She was nearly ready to kowtow to Wen Fei.

“Forgive me! I beg of you!”

“I’ll never do it again! I’ll never do it again!!!”

Slap!

A ruthless palm, fueled by fury, struck Xi Rui across the face, cutting her words short.

Wen Fei looked at Jiang Shixue, whose clothes were perfectly intact, her voice still carrying an unrestrained, smoldering anger: “Get out!”

“Yes, yes, yes… leaving now! Leaving right now!”

Ignoring all semblance of dignity, Xi Rui scrambled away on all fours, practically urinating in terror as she fled. Her heart was like cold ashes; she understood clearly now:

She would never have Jiang Shixue.

Moreover, having enraged Wen Fei, her job at A University was likely forfeit! She had made the worst possible decision of her life.

Silence returned to the small bamboo grove, save for the pitter-patter of the light rain. Wen Fei hurriedly checked on Jiang Shixue, whom she had shielded behind her.

Jiang Shixue’s head was lowered. In the dim light of the bamboo grove and the drizzling rain, her expression was hidden in the shadows of her gloomy little face. Worried, Wen Fei reached out to cup Jiang Shixue’s cheeks.

As she touched her, her hand met a palmful of tears.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry.”

The surge of fury in Wen Fei’s heart was instantly replaced by tender pity. Her little girlfriend was so lovely, delicate, sensitive, and insecure—yet so attractive that she even drew the unwanted attention of perverts.

She truly wanted to place Jiang Shixue in a sterile room to protect her forever, or perhaps put her in a cryogenic pod to preserve her for her eyes only.

“Where does it hurt? Tell me, alright?”

The powerful Alpha, who had just been an unstoppable force, was now completely at a loss when facing her girlfriend. Filled with self-reproach, she tried clumsily to coax her.

Jiang Shixue’s expression was somewhat numb; she was submerged in memories of the past, losing her clarity.

Her nose felt sour, her heart felt sour—even her consciousness felt like a whole bitter orange being repeatedly crushed in a juicer, yielding more and more bitterness and grief.

She, Jiang Huan, had never imagined her life would be such a failure. She almost wanted to destroy herself, along with everyone present, vanishing into this dark, overwhelming rain.

Had she chosen destruction? Or had destruction chosen her? She couldn’t tell.

Wen Fei pulled Jiang Shixue into her warm embrace, patiently coaxing her over and over:

“Don’t cry, I’m here.” “Tell me, what should I do?” “Jiang Shixue?” “Baby?”

Her vision blurred by tears and the hazy mist of her own hesitation, Jiang Shixue’s consciousness faintly recognized someone calling her name.

Jiang Shixue? Baby? Calling me?

Jiang Shixue’s heart felt achy and tight, yet amidst the chaotic mess of pheromones, she struggled to find a sliver of reason.

Right. She was Jiang Shixue now, not Jiang Huan.

Wen Fei held Jiang Shixue tightly, her mind racing as she assessed the situation. She had followed the scent of pheromones here. The scent in the grove was chaotic—it was almost entirely her own scent drifting from somewhere. In contrast, the Agave scent belonging to Jiang Shixue was barely detectable.

Jiang Shixue’s pheromones were rioting again. The situation was complicated; she didn’t know if the girl still had any sanity left.

Wen Fei hadn’t expected a response. She simply kept calling her “Baby,” gently patting her back and holding her close, leaning down to peck at her cheeks.

But Jiang Shixue struggled to lift her head and responded with a few syllables:

“Suck… me…”

Wen Fei: “?”

For a moment, Wen Fei’s usually analytical mind short-circuited. Her lingering anger and pity hadn’t faded, and she wasn’t sure if she had misheard or if Jiang Shixue was truly so overwhelmed by pheromones that she was uncontrollably thirsty.

She straightened Jiang Shixue’s body slightly and asked dryly, “How… suck?”

There weren’t many people in the bamboo grove, but it was still a public place. Doing it out here? That… probably wasn’t a good idea.

A hint of grievance appeared in Jiang Shixue’s dazed eyes, and she spoke with a touch of exasperated urgency:

“Use your mouth to suck!”

Just as Wen Fei was feeling conflicted, wanting to suggest “Let’s go home and I’ll give you head there,” Jiang Shixue had already instinctively pressed her gland against Wen Fei’s lips.

“Suck your pheromones out! It hurts so much!”

Oh… so that was the kind of sucking she meant.

Hesitantly, Wen Fei placed her lips against Jiang Shixue’s gland. As the distance closed, the Omega pheromone scents of Cecilia flowers and Clear-Water Jade became more pronounced.

A thought bloomed in Wen Fei’s somewhat empty heart: Could it be that an Omega cannot mark an Alpha’s gland? Otherwise, they end up like Jiang Shixue—uncomfortable, or even suffering from a pheromone riot?

Wen Fei’s lips pressed against that sensitive spot on Jiang Shixue’s neck. Her lips were soft, her breath warm.

Her lips sealed over the gland, sucking with an ambiguous rhythm.

The next moment, Wen Fei felt her mouth fill with the taste of her own Omega pheromones. With each suck, a small cluster of pheromones gathered in her mouth, which she then swallowed, the liquid sliding down her throat.

Jiang Shixue’s gland, which had been swollen and tight with Omega pheromones, was finally relieved. She let out a comfortable sigh, her body going limp as she leaned into Wen Fei’s arms like a well-behaved cat.

As Wen Fei continued to suck, the Omega pheromones were extracted bit by bit. Jiang Shixue gradually regained her clarity and found her reason.

“Ugh…”

Just now, in her haze, she felt as if she had returned to that rainy night. Her head ached slightly.

Seeing Jiang Shixue recover, Wen Fei felt relieved. However, she realized she was soaking wet again—she was reacting to Jiang Shixue once more.

Holding her fragrant, soft, and adorable little girlfriend, no matter how disciplined or composed Wen Fei usually was, the fire in her heart began to burn.

Wen Fei remembered that Jiang Shixue hadn’t succeeded in “fingering” her earlier. Perhaps Jiang Shixue was still brooding over it. It wasn’t good for Jiang Shixue to act colder because of it, or to wander off in a huff.

Watching the little one recover from the stupor of desire, Wen Fei decided to guide her into discussing it.

Wen Fei took Jiang Shixue’s hand, wanting to open up: “Baby?”

Jiang Shixue looked up to meet Wen Fei’s gaze.

Gazing into Jiang Shixue’s eyes, Wen Fei’s voice was low and slightly husky from the lingering pheromones:

“Actually, I’m not as old-fashioned as you think.”

“Anything you want me to cooperate with… you can always discuss it with me.”