The Crematorium of the Top Omega Chasing After Alpha - Chapter 9

“Stop playing dumb. Mark me.” Ming Yu spoke the most suggestive words in the coldest tone.

Song Qingpei abruptly clenched her fists but remained motionless.

She disliked this kind of emotionless marking intensely even loathed it.

Though Ming Yu wore the same face, it felt as if she were tarnishing their shared past through this cruel method, gradually erasing the wife she once knew from her memories.

Couldn’t even a fragment of their former happiness be left to her?

Unaware of Song Qingpei’s inner turmoil, Ming Yu assumed she was putting on airs, trying to prove her worth to gain more leverage in their negotiations.

Her voice dropped lower, laced with threat. “Song Qingpei, know your place. Don’t push your luck.”

Before the word “me” could escape her lips, Song Qingpei leaned in and sank her teeth fiercely into the gland on Ming Yu’s neck. It was an act of pent-up rage, disappointment, and tangled love and resentment. As she ground her teeth harshly, she injected her Alpha pheromones into Ming Yu’s gland.

“Mmph…”

Caught off guard, Ming Yu let out a muffled groan.

She shot Song Qingpei a furious glare, but soon, the infused pheromones weakened her body. Staggering, she instinctively grabbed the other’s arm to steady herself. Her warning gaze melted into one tinged with reproach and anger, the corners of her eyes flushing red, brushed with a hint of allure.

Ming Yu was extraordinarily beautiful had she not been, Song Qingpei would never have succumbed to temptation, a single misstep leading to everlasting regret.

Once, she believed she could never grow tired of that peach-blossom face. Yet now, as she looked upon Ming Yu’s flushed, alluring countenance, her heart remained undisturbed, easily suppressing any lingering desire.

Her pheromones showed no fluctuation.

Song Qingpei stood like a block of wood, coldly watching as Ming Yu clung desperately to her arm, struggling to keep her trembling body from collapsing into her embrace. A twisted sense of satisfaction even rose within her.

Even someone as proud as General Ming Yu couldn’t control her own desires.

Perhaps suppressed for too long these past few days, on the verge of going mad with frustration, she let out a scornful laugh.

Ming Yu’s head snapped up, her icy gaze piercing through Song Qingpei, whose lingering smile hung in the air like a resounding slap across her face.

“How dare you laugh at me!”

Extremely sensitive about such matters, Ming Yu’s fury ignited instantly. She swung a slap toward Song Qingpei.

Song Qingpei took a step back, easily evading the blow.

But Ming Yu, still gripping Song Qingpei’s arm, lost her balance from the motion and stumbled forward, crashing directly into Song Qingpei’s chest as if throwing herself into her embrace.

Song Qingpei, however, steadied Ming Yu with a solemn expression, waited until she regained her footing, then stepped back to create distance between them.

Ming Yu’s pupils constricted sharply, her face darkening as if ready to drip with fury.

“Song Qingpei, don’t refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!”

Song Qingpei had no desire for further conflict with Ming Yu. That laugh had escaped involuntarily, and she now found it meaningless.

Lowering her eyes, she murmured, “My apologies.”

Song Qingpei’s attitude only made Ming Yu feel utterly defeated, as if her punch had landed on a cushion of cotton completely ineffective.

Within just a few days, this person seemed to have become increasingly difficult to handle. At this moment, her entire body was burning with heat, leaving her with little energy to engage in such entanglements. Yet, she couldn’t bear to let the matter end so hastily.

The two stood in a silent standoff for a long time.

“Comfort me.”

Ming Yu gritted her teeth and finally squeezed out three words through them.

Song Qingpei remained motionless.

Ming Yu grew furious. “Song Qingpei, I told you to comfort me.”

She lifted her head, her clear and bright eyes fixed on Ming Yu. “How?”

Ming Yu’s eyes bore into Song Qingpei’s face as if trying to confirm something.

Song Qingpei remained expressionless, calmly meeting her gaze.

Suddenly, Ming Yu curled her lips into a mocking smile. “Song Qingpei, are you recklessly trying to get back at me?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Song Qingpei faced her icy, piercing gaze and explained indifferently, “I truly don’t know how. You only mentioned the bite mark. I’ve already done that. Do you need me to do it again?”

Her rigid and cold attitude cooled Ming Yu’s feverish state even more effectively than an inhibitor.

Suppressing her anger, Ming Yu sneered, “It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Do I really need to teach you how?”

As if finally seizing an opportunity, Song Qingpei retorted, “Didn’t you say I should only mark you with a bite and not touch where I shouldn’t? I don’t want to break any taboos and end up locked in the confinement room again.”

The resentment in her words was palpable, and Ming Yu couldn’t help but believe it was retaliation.

Yet, in this situation, she had no rebuttal. She could only grit her teeth and say, “I permit you to touch me now.”

“Where?” Song Qingpei asked with a straight face.

Ming Yu’s face turned ashen with rage, and she didn’t want to say another word. She knew that prolonging this would only make her the laughingstock, playing right into this woman’s hands.

She took a step forward, and Song Qingpei immediately looked at her warily.

Ming Yu let out a cold laugh, grabbed Song Qingpei’s arm, and pressed her hand against her waist, guiding it in a slow upward motion. In a hoarse voice, she commanded, “Start from here and go upward. Touch wherever you want. Stop when I tell you to. Any more questions?”

Her straightforward attitude left Song Qingpei frozen in place.

Seeing Song Qingpei’s stunned expression, Ming Yu felt a slight easing of the frustration in her heart.

She released Song Qingpei’s hand and sat back on the edge of the bed, urging, “Begin.”

Song Qingpei had no choice but to comply. She walked over, extended her fingers, and let them wander along Ming Yu’s waist, tracing a path upward until they trembled and settled on a particular spot.

Ming Yu’s breath hitched, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.

She tightly grasped Song Qingpei’s hand, her voice low and raspy, filled with restrained tension. “Don’t stop.”

Song Qingpei’s fingers slowly moved upward, gently kneading the gland at the base of her neck.

A shiver ran through Ming Yu’s entire body, as if an electric current had surged through her, making her skin burn even hotter.

She pressed her lips together, enduring the tingling sensations coursing through her. The scorching touch of fingers traced over her shoulders, collarbones, and downward.

Ming Yu felt her throat go dry, and the desire in her eyes grew even more intense.

Song Qingpei’s fingers slowly caressed her, as if casting a spell. Every touch made her heart race faster.

Her body grew increasingly tense, her breathing heavy, and fine beads of sweat dotted her forehead. The thick scent of pheromones enveloped her, stripping away all reason and driving her to the brink of madness.

Ming Yu didn’t know what exactly she was expecting.

She thought she must have gone mad, desperately craving intimate contact with a woman.

With the person right before her eyes, her rationality shattered instantly. Ming Yu abruptly turned around, grabbed Song Qingpei’s collar, and pulled her downward. The distance between them closed violently, so close they could feel each other’s breath.

Staring at Song Qingpei’s still-calm face, Ming Yu recalled her earlier mocking laugh and felt increasingly unsettled. She wanted to make the other woman equally discomposed, to tear off that serene mask and see her flustered. Yet, more than that, it was a deep-seated longing—an infinite desire for closeness.

So she gripped Song Qingpei’s chin and kissed her fiercely.

Song Qingpei’s body stiffened abruptly, a crack appearing in her previously composed expression. She stared blankly at the face so close to hers, her mind going completely blank with a roaring sensation.

Ming Yu kissed her, her nimble tongue slipping into Song Qingpei’s mouth, entwining with hers in a fierce, almost punishing or venting manner.

Song Qingpei couldn’t hold out against Ming Yu’s aggressive kiss and even began to respond somewhat passively.

It wasn’t until Ming Yu suddenly pulled back and shoved her away harshly, wiping her own reddened lips before standing to grab a cup of water to rinse her mouth.

After spitting out the water, she said coldly, “It’s over.”

Song Qingpei snapped back to reality instantly. Seeing the undisguised disgust in Ming Yu’s eyes, she felt as if her heart were being twisted by a knife.

Gritting her teeth, she asked, “Can I leave now?”

“You may.”

Song Qingpei turned away without another glance at Ming Yu, striding out with hurried, disordered steps.

Watching the closed door, Ming Yu’s thoughts gradually cleared. Recalling what had just happened, she felt a pang of regret.

She had actually lost control and kissed Song Qingpei. Originally, she only needed a brief mark from the other to soothe her hormones such intimate behavior should never have occurred.

But…

Her body had honestly betrayed her rationality.

She silently warned herself that such a loss of control must never happen again.

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