The Crematorium of the Top Omega Chasing After Alpha - Chapter 24.2

“Song Qingpei, in your eyes.” Ming Yu paused, hearing how terrifyingly raspy her own voice sounded, “Do you think I’m only nice to you to get through my heat cycle?”

Nice to her? Song Qingpei was momentarily stunned. When had Ming Yu ever been nice to her?

Then it dawned on her. In the eyes of someone as lofty as Ming Yu, even basic respect probably counted as being “nice.” She couldn’t be bothered to argue, finding it all rather laughable.

“Otherwise?” She let out a light laugh. “I really can’t think of any other reason why you’d suddenly be so ‘nice’ to me.” She deliberately emphasized the word “nice,” making it sound sarcastic and mocking.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her head. The words Ming Yu had intended to say suddenly seemed ridiculous.

To say anything more would only invite humiliation. She let out a derisive snort. “You’re overthinking it. I’m only doing this for Song Song, accepting your proposal of peaceful coexistence.”

“That’s good.” Song Qingpei looked as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

Furious, Ming Yu turned and left.

The corridor light cast a long shadow behind her. The emotions pent up inside her felt like dense storm clouds, suffocating and heavy.

She had originally planned to give Song Qingpei the cold shoulder, to deliberately ignore her.

However, to her surprise, Song Qingpei remained consistently indifferent in her responses, as if she had long seen through Ming Yu’s thoughts, showing no concern for her aloofness and even completely ignoring her presence.

Such impassiveness made Ming Yu increasingly uneasy, as if she were arguing with thin air, unable to elicit any response no matter what she did.

As time slipped by, Ming Yu grew more anxious inwardly, attempting once again to mask her emotions. Yet she found that every time she responded coldly to Song Qingpei, she was met with even stronger disregard. She had to admit that, at some point, she had begun to crave Song Qingpei’s attention and her warmth.

But this longing, like a hidden flame in her heart, remained unignited, leaving her tossing and turning in distress. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to seek reconciliation, fearing that Song Qingpei might subject her to even greater humiliation.

Then, one night, a torrential downpour raged outside, and the thunder roared like an enraged beast, sweeping through the darkness.

Song Song was jolted awake by a deafening clap of thunder, her scream piercing the quiet night.

Ming Yu’s heart clenched, and she immediately thought of her own childhood fear of being left alone in a pitch-black stormy night. She rushed toward Song Song ‘s room, only to run into Song Qingpei at the doorway.

“Song Song!” Song Qingpei’s voice was laced with anxiety.

Ming Yu’s heart tightened, and the two of them pushed the door open almost simultaneously.

In the small room, Song Song was curled up on the bed, tear stains still fresh on her face, looking utterly vulnerable.

Song Qingpei’s heart ached at the sight, and she quickly bent down to gather the child into her arms.

“Mommy!” Song Song threw herself into Song Qingpei’s embrace without hesitation, nestling close, her voice trembling with fear and dependence. “I’m scared!”

“Mommy’s here, don’t be afraid,” Song Qingpei soothed softly, stroking Song Song’s hair.

Her voice, like a warm spring breeze, eased Song Song’s fear. The child looked down pitifully and whispered, ” Song Song isn’t brave anymore. Mommy, can I sleep with you?”

Song Qingpei hurried to comfort her, “Nonsense, Song Song is very brave. Mommy was also scared of thunder and rain when she was little. You’re just too young now, you won’t be afraid when you grow up.”

“Really?” Song Song’s eyes sparkled with hope.

“Really.”

Song Qingpei picked Song Song up and turned to head toward her own room. Seeing this, Ming Yu silently followed.

She repeated comforting reasons in her mind, trying to convince herself that she was only doing this for Song Song’s peace of mind.

Noticing her following, Song Qingpei paused and looked at her in confusion.

As their eyes met, Ming Yu’s tone carried a trace of unyielding determination. “I want to stay with Song Song.”

In the end, Song Qingpei shrugged helplessly and gestured for Ming Yu to come along.

The three of them returned to the room, where Song Song had already bundled herself up tightly. Though exhaustion showed in her eyes, she refused to sleep, as if afraid of encountering her fears again.

Ming Yu sat by the bed and whispered to Song Song, “It’s okay, Mommy will protect you. Don’t be afraid.”

Her words seemed to infuse the child with strength and Song Song burrowed into her arms, cooing, “Mommy is amazing. Hold me while I sleep.”

Ming Yu smiled faintly, reaching out to pull Song Song into her embrace, and said softly, “Okay.”

Song Qingpei watched the scene quietly, her heart a tangled mess of emotions. Towards Ming Yu, Song Song probably still held a natural admiration, but fortunately, she could now face it with equanimity, no longer plagued by such deep-seated insecurity.

Song Song lay peacefully asleep in Ming Yu’s embrace, a serene smile gracing her face as if all her fears had melted away.

Outside the window, the heavy rain continued to pour relentlessly, yet within the confines of this small room, a gentle warmth seemed to quietly spread.

In such an atmosphere, Ming Yu’s heart gradually softened. She thought to herself that perhaps she should learn to let go of her pride and try to rebuild a new relationship with Song Qingpei.

With this in mind, she mustered the courage to glance at Song Qingpei but quickly averted her gaze, forcing out the words with difficulty, “Song Qingpei, I’m sorry.”

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s hum, barely audible.

Song Qingpei only heard her mumble something and couldn’t make out the words at all. Puzzled, she asked, “What?”

Ming Yu was furious at her reaction, convinced that Song Qingpei was deliberately making fun of her. Flushed with embarrassment and anger, she snapped, “I said I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been very kind to you before. I understand your concerns, but rest assured, even if my heat cycle arrives, I won’t force you if you’re unwilling.”

Though unsure why Ming Yu was suddenly acting so erratically, Song Qingpei immediately responded, “I’m unwilling.”

Ming Yu felt a tightness in her chest, suffocated with anger.

She wanted to storm out and slam the door, but after several arguments, she realized that getting angry was pointless. Song Qingpei didn’t take it seriously, and leaving would only mean stewing in her own frustration alone.

As she thought this, Ming Yu inexplicably felt her body gradually heating up, likely from the intensity of her anger.

She closed her eyes and focused on regulating her breathing.

The night was deep and quiet, with only Song Song’s even breathing filling the room.

Song Qingpei gently patted Song Song’s back, gazing at the child’s peaceful sleeping face, yet feeling deeply unsettled.

Ming Yu, after her bizarre apology, hadn’t left. Instead, she shamelessly stayed, claiming she was “staying to sleep with Song Song,” though her true intentions were unclear.

Ming Yu lay on the other side of Song Song, eyes closed as if pretending to be asleep.

Her breathing was steady, as though she had truly drifted into slumber.

Song Qingpei glanced at her, feeling somewhat helpless but unable to force her out. After all, she didn’t want to wake Song Song or escalate the tension in front of the child.

Time ticked by, and the room remained silent except for the sound of breathing.

Song Qingpei gradually grew drowsy and was about to close her eyes when she suddenly noticed a faint, cloyingly sweet scent permeating the air.

Frowning, she instinctively looked at Ming Yu.

Ming Yu’s face was flushed, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and her breathing had become rapid and shallow.

Song Qingpei’s heart tightened as she immediately realized what was happening Ming Yu’s heat cycle had arrived.

“Ming Yu?” Song Qingpei called out softly, a note of tension in her voice.

Ming Yu didn’t respond, only kept her eyes tightly shut, her body trembling slightly.

Her pheromones spilled out uncontrollably, filling the air with a rich, sweet fragrance. Song Qingpei’s expression instantly turned cold. This liar, she thought, all that talk earlier was just to soften me up.

She sat up, her voice tinged with anger, “Ming Yu, stop pretending. I know you’re awake.”

Ming Yu finally opened her eyes, her face flushed crimson, her gaze filled with embarrassment.

She opened her mouth to explain but found she had no defense. The symptoms of her heat had struck suddenly and fiercely her body was burning up, and even breathing had become a struggle.

“I didn’t expect it either.” Ming Yu managed to say, her voice hoarse and weak.

Song Qingpei let out a cold laugh, her tone dripping with undisguised mockery: “Didn’t expect it? You knew your heat cycle was coming, yet you insisted on staying here. Isn’t it because you wanted me to help you through it?”

Ming Yu’s face flushed even deeper red. She wanted to refute but found herself unable to explain. Her body grew increasingly feverish, her pheromones spilling out uncontrollably, making even herself feel ashamed.

Song Qingpei watched her coldly, her voice filled with obvious disappointment: “Ming Yu, you always resort to any means to achieve your goals, never considering others’ feelings. I don’t care if it’s because of your heat cycle or something else, but I’m telling you. I won’t maintain this ambiguous relationship with you. Contact a doctor immediately. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

Ming Yu’s heart sank heavily, knowing Song Qingpei was truly angry.

Gritting her teeth, she struggled to rise from the bed, her body swaying unsteadily. Her pheromones grew increasingly potent, becoming difficult even for her to control.

“Fine, I’ll leave.” Ming Yu murmured softly.

She closed her eyes to steady her breathing and staggered toward the door, her retreating figure appearing particularly disheveled.

Watching her depart, Song Qingpei felt a tumult of conflicting emotions.

She knew her words had been harsh, but she simply couldn’t accept Ming Yu’s behavior. The heat cycle wasn’t an excuse, she refused to be manipulated by Ming Yu any longer.

As Ming Yu reached the doorway, she suddenly paused and glanced back at Song Qingpei, her eyes carrying a complex emotion: “Song Qingpei, I really didn’t come here intentionally because of this.”

Song Qingpei remained silent. With a face full of shame and indignation, Ming Yu stumbled away.

The moment she returned to her room and closed the door, her body nearly collapsed to the floor. The waves of her heat crashed over her like a raging tide, assaulting her rationality again and again.

Her breathing grew rapid, fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead, and her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.

The air thickened with her uncontrollable pheromones cloyingly sweet and intense, almost suffocating her.

Stumbling to the bedside, she threw herself into the blankets and squeezed her eyes shut.

Yet the moment she closed them, memories of her time with Song Qingpei involuntarily surfaced those ambiguous touches, lingering kisses, and Song Qingpei’s gentle gaze.

Those recollections acted like kindling, igniting her already overwhelming desires and intensifying her torment.

“No, suppressants.”

Ming Yu gritted her teeth, whispering hoarsely as she tried to use reason to suppress her bodily urges.

But the symptoms of her heat grew increasingly severe. Her body felt consumed by flames, every inch of her skin screaming with craving. Curled up on the bed, she clutched the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Finally unable to endure any longer, she tremblingly picked up her communicator and dialed Dr. Li Man’s number.

“Li Man, my heat cycle has started.”

Ming Yu’s voice was raspy and weak, barely squeezed from her throat.

Hearing her strained tone, Li Man immediately sensed trouble and hurried to Ming Yu’s residence.

Upon entering, she caught the strong scent of pheromones in the air and frowned slightly.

Approaching the bed, she found Ming Yu curled up, her face flushed and breathing labored clearly in the throes of extreme heat cycle distress.

“Ming Yu, your condition is severe.” Li Man spoke gravely while examining her physical state. “Your hormonal imbalance has persisted for too long, and the suppressants are becoming less effective. If this continues, your body won’t be able to withstand it.”

Ming Yu gritted her teeth, her voice trembling. “I know but I can’t help it.”

Li Man sighed, a note of helplessness in her tone. “Ming Yu, I’ve suggested this before accepting Song Qingpei’s mark is the best solution to this problem. Your body needs her. Otherwise, the suppressants will only make your condition worse.”

At the mention of Song Qingpei’s name, Ming Yu shuddered violently, a flash of shame and pain in her eyes. “No! I can’t. She rejected me.”

Li Man was taken aback, clearly not expecting this outcome.

She furrowed her brows, her voice tinged with confusion. “Song Qingpei rejected you? Why? I thought you two were already.”

Ming Yu let out a bitter laugh, her voice almost inaudible. “She doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

Li Man fell silent for a moment before finally sighing again. “Ming Yu, your condition can’t be delayed any longer. If Song Qingpei isn’t willing to help, I can only continue administering suppressants, but that’s only a temporary fix. In the long run, your body will collapse.”

Ming Yu said nothing more, merely nodding silently.

Li Man injected her with the suppressant and waited until she had temporarily stabilized before leaving the room.

In the living room, Song Qingpei sat silently on the sofa, once again consumed by deep worry.

She knew Ming Yu’s condition was worsening, but she couldn’t bring herself to be entangled in such an ambiguous relationship. Yet she also understood that if Ming Yu’s hormonal imbalance wasn’t resolved, Ming Yu would never let her go easily.

Seeing Li Man emerge, Song Qingpei had no choice but to seek her help.

Li Man sighed and repeated Ming Yu’s condition to her, none of the suppressants were effective anymore.

In despair, Song Qingpei asked, “Is there really no other way?”

After a moment of contemplation, Li Man replied, “There’s only one option left. We could try using your blood, but I don’t know how much would be effective. Moreover, relying on blood transfusions to sustain her through each monthly heat cycle would be too damaging to her body.”

“Alright, I understand.”

From her tone, it was clear that Song Qingpei would rather resort to blood transfusions than rekindle any physical relationship with Ming Yu. Li Man sighed repeatedly, knowing she couldn’t persuade her otherwise. She left the blood transfusion kit behind and departed helplessly.

Song Qingpei sighed in resignation, her mind heavy with worries as she returned to her room.

But the effects of the suppressant didn’t last long.

By the latter half of the night, Ming Yu’s heat surged back, more intense than ever before.

Her body felt as if it were being consumed by flames, her rationality nearly drowned by desire. She curled up on the bed, fingers clutching the sheets tightly, trying to distract herself with pain, but it was futile.

Meanwhile, Song Qingpei also sensed Ming Yu’s distress.

She detected the increasingly potent scent of pheromones in the air and knew Ming Yu’s heat had reached its peak. Yet she remained firm in her reluctance to compromise.

Just as she was torn by inner conflict, she suddenly heard faint footsteps outside her door.

She frowned but still rose to open the door. Ming Yu stood outside, her face flushed, breathing heavily, with a barely concealed longing in her eyes.

“Ming Yu? You1” Before Song Qingpei could finish her sentence, Ming Yu had already stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

“Song Qingpei, I…” Her voice was hoarse and trembling, as if forced from her throat. “Help me!”

Song Qingpei’s heart sank, and she instinctively took a step back. “Ming Yu, calm down. I’ll contact Dr. Li Man right now.”

“No, doctors.” Ming Yu shook her head, her voice tinged with desire. “I want you, only you.”

Her body moved uncontrollably closer to Song Qingpei, the scent of her pheromones growing stronger, almost dizzying.

Gritting her teeth, Song Qingpei tried to push her away, but Ming Yu’s body pressed against hers first, her hot, ragged breath grazing Song Qingpei’s ear.

Song Qingpei’s heart raced as reason and emotion warred fiercely in her mind. She knew she should push Ming Yu away, but her body responded involuntarily to the pheromones, as if drawn by an invisible force.

Yet Ming Yu could no longer restrain herself. Her kiss landed on Song Qingpei’s lips gentle yet fervent, as if pouring all her emotions into it.

Song Qingpei trembled slightly, her rational defenses on the verge of collapse. At the last moment, she bit Ming Yu’s lip hard, pushed her away while gasping for breath, and then stood up to retrieve the blood-drawing syringe Li Man had left behind. Without hesitation, she plunged it into her own vein.

Under Ming Yu’s stunned gaze, she injected the drawn blood into Ming Yu’s gland.

Ming Yu stared blankly at Song Qingpei’s actions. Her lip was already bitten, dried blood staining the corner of her mouth, making her look utterly disheveled.

As the blood slowly entered her system, her mind gradually cleared, and her pheromones cooled. Yet instead of feeling relief, she was overwhelmed by pain and humiliation.

She looked at Song Qingpei, biting her lip hard, her voice choked with emotion. “You, you’d rather give me a blood transfusion than.”

Song Qingpei didn’t look at her, only murmuring softly, “It’s done, go back and rest.”

A flicker of pain crossed Ming Yu’s eyes. “Qingpei, I…”

Song Qingpei stood up, turning her back to her, her tone calm yet resolute. “Ming Yu, we both need to calm down. Leave now, and don’t wake Song Song.”

Ming Yu’s face instantly paled. Under Song Qingpei’s unwavering gaze, her eyes were clouded with profound despair.

Had she already become so detestable to her?

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