The Omega Who Canceled the Engagement Ended Up Falling for Me - Chapter 29

For cohabiting couples, the biggest hurdle is determining when to break down the barriers and take the next step in their physical intimacy.

The first obstacle is simple: how to exist in the same space without feeling awkward.

On a Friday night after work, the moment the television went silent, Fu Shuang felt a wave of restlessness.

Xu Qing was not a woman of many words; she was always quietly busy, seemingly immune to the awkwardness. She began by neatly arranging the shoes under the entryway cabinet, then emptied the dustbin of the robot vacuum, and finally watered the monstera on the balcony, pruning away a few withered leaves.

Fu Shuang sat on the sofa with her knees hugged to her chest, staring down at her phone, though her peripheral vision never left Xu Qing.

Legend had it that Alphas were often lazy and unkempt, but Fu Shuang felt as though she had hit the jackpot. She had a girlfriend who was diligent and loved to clean. In between tidying the room, Xu Qing even found the time to trim the koala’s nails and shave the tufts of fur between its paws that caused it to slip—she was incredibly meticulous.

Fu Shuang secretly messaged Wan Lanruo, complaining on the surface but gloating underneath: “She seriously loves cleaning. The house is way too tidy. She’s even grooming my cat for me. It’s ridiculous!”

Wan Lanruo: “Seriously, that’s insane! What kind of luck do you have?!”

Fu Shuang: “It’s alright, I guess. I just picked her up off the street.”

Wan Lanruo: “Where are these Alphas you can just pick up?! I want one too!”

Fu Shuang stole a glance at Xu Qing and realized she had drifted closer. Startled, Fu Shuang quickly covered her screen and said guiltily, “What is it?”

“I saw you smiling at your phone nonstop. Is there something funny?” Xu Qing poked her head over, filled with curiosity.

Fu Shuang acted evasively, wondering if her smile had really been that obvious. Thinking of the influencer profile she had looked up earlier, she shifted the topic: “That influencer we ran into tonight really does have ten million followers. He’s a big deal!”

Xu Qing raised an eyebrow and sat down beside Fu Shuang on the sofa. She took a bite of a cream puff they had bought on the way home and said with total indifference, “So?”

Fu Shuang looked at Xu Qing’s hands—freshly washed and dried, slightly flushed—and her thoughts began to wander. She said tangentially, “Tell me, what if I started doing social media? Compared to him, I shouldn’t be too bad, right?”

Xu Qing noticed Fu Shuang staring at her hands and assumed she wanted a cream puff. She picked one up and handed it to her, explaining logically: “To do social media, you need a clear niche. You need a deep understanding of a specific field and a grasp of its audience. That’s the foundation. You’re still very young. Even if you get lucky and go viral once, what happens next? How will you maintain a consistent output?”

Seeing Fu Shuang lower her head to ponder the question, the cream puff in her hand untouched, Xu Qing felt her explanation was too abstract. She used an example: “Take that influencer from today. On one hand, he’s decent-looking. On the other, his content mostly comes from shamelessly interviewing people on the street. If someone is willing to talk and happens to be witty, he gets useful material. But he might also run into people like us who don’t want to be bothered, and he ends up with nothing. Even if he works hard to gain followers, his ultimate way of making money is through live-stream selling. Does that process actually create value? Is it the lifestyle you want?”

Fu Shuang sighed. “I don’t like selling things, and I don’t like interviewing strangers. I just feel like someone like him can make so much money, while I only make a hundred or so a day as an intern.”

Xu Qing sat cross-legged on the sofa and muted the TV to talk to her precious girlfriend. “Making money depends on opportunity. If you seriously pursued social media, you certainly wouldn’t be worse than him. So, what kind of content would you want to make? Something related to music?”

“I used to have an account where I posted some singing videos. It only had a few thousand followers,” Fu Shuang said, naturally leaning her head on Xu Qing’s shoulder and taking a bite of the cream puff. “Nowadays, most songs require copyrights, so there isn’t much I can post. I don’t know what else I could do.”

Xu Qing took out her phone, looking interested. “What was your account name?”

“It’s from a long time ago, don’t look at it,” Fu Shuang said. Seeing Xu Qing start to type “Bai Lu” into the search bar, she immediately lunged to snatch the phone. “Don’t look, Jiejie! It’s really old, it’s embarrassing!”

The more she resisted, the more Xu Qing’s interest grew. The two of them became a tangled mess of limbs on the sofa as they fought over the phone. Fu Shuang tumbled into Xu Qing’s arms and, playing dirty, began to tickle Xu Qing’s waist. To her surprise, it was extremely effective!

Xu Qing flinched and squirmed like a launched projectile, laughing as she leaned back. The phone fell onto the carpet during the struggle.

Having discovered Xu Qing’s weakness, Fu Shuang smirked and reached her hand under Xu Qing’s shirt to tickle her. Fearing she might kick her precious Omega, Xu Qing could only try to pin Fu Shuang’s hands, pulling her into a tight embrace.

In the midst of the chaos, their foreheads eventually bumped together. Xu Qing held Fu Shuang steady to prevent her from slipping off the sofa, one hand around her waist and the other supporting the back of her head. They locked eyes for a moment. Xu Qing tilted her face slightly and kissed the lips she had been coveting for a long time.

The sensation was like an electric shock, sending a jolt through Xu Qing’s nerves. She didn’t know how she was doing it; she simply followed her instincts, bringing her most sensitive organs into close contact with the other person. As she explored tenderly, her body grew tense, and she involuntarily pulled the Omega into a tighter cage.

Occupy her.

Induce her heat.

Stain her fragile gland with my pheromones.

Xu Qing’s eyes darkened. She braced herself against the sofa, taking control and pressing Fu Shuang down against the cushions. Her breath swept down over Fu Shuang’s delicate neck. The fingers resting behind Fu Shuang’s waist began to tremble; even through the shirt, Xu Qing could clearly feel the heat of the other woman’s body.

The crystal chandelier in the living room was bright. Looking at Fu Shuang’s face made Xu Qing feel dizzy. Fu Shuang’s makeup hadn’t been removed yet; her eye makeup was slightly smudged, but her lashes were still perfectly defined. Her skin was fine and smooth, glowing white—no morning puffiness, no midday redness from dilated capillaries. She truly was a “night beauty.” The misty look in her eyes was enough to crush one’s heart… if she could hold back now, Xu Qing felt she wouldn’t be human.

Her hand, resting against the back of Fu Shuang’s neck, moved down slowly. Across the thin skin, she gently caressed the hidden location of the gland.

Like an itch that couldn’t be scratched finally being touched, Fu Shuang nearly cried out. Her lips parted slightly, and her hands, wrapped around Xu Qing, instinctively gripped the flesh of Xu Qing’s side.

“Is it here?” Xu Qing’s voice was like an echo in a valley—clear and moist, yet heavy as a falling stone, swirling around Fu Shuang’s ears with a lingering enchantment.

Hearing Fu Shuang’s low moan, Xu Qing felt certain of the location.

It was as if there were a psychic connection; she was naturally sensitive to Fu Shuang’s gland. As her fingertips gently rubbed that patch of skin, Xu Qing experienced an unprecedented sense of pleasure.

She held the girl tightly in her arms. Fu Shuang was like a limp plush doll, her head tilted against Xu Qing’s shoulder, completely entrusting the most hidden part of an Omega to a lover she had known for less than two weeks.

What does it matter?

Fu Shuang loved this contact. She threw all her previous reservations about Alphas to the back of her mind. She forgot her proud declarations about never becoming a slave to pheromones. Simply being held like this, being soothed, made her never want to leave.

Damn these pheromones.

And yet, Fu Shuang desperately wanted them.

That intoxicating scent—if the other woman were to release it intentionally, the effect would surely strip away her logic entirely. Fu Shuang didn’t dare imagine what she might do then.

Would she be like the Omegas on the forums? Begging the Alpha to mark her, begging to get pregnant, wanting to bear the Alpha’s children?

How terrifying.

Fu Shuang didn’t want to have children.

Difficult, lowly, and humiliating emotions flooded her mind. She feared becoming a slave to pheromones, yet she seemed to be anticipating something; every cell in her body was shivering with excitement.

She was so overwhelmed she almost cried, her fingernails leaving a scratch on Xu Qing’s skin.

The faint scent of pine suddenly emerged, followed by a base note of rich gardenia, green grass, and mysterious orchids—even mixed with the cool mist of a mountain valley at dawn. Those soul-melting chemicals completely activated Fu Shuang’s gland.

“…Don’t,” Fu Shuang pleaded in a small voice. “Jiejie, don’t…”

The hand under Xu Qing’s collar paused. Her voice, sounding heavy as if passing through fog, asked with a tender, melancholy hesitation: “Don’t?”

With the pause in her movements, Fu Shuang’s sob finally took shape. She frantically gave Xu Qing a hard pinch: “Don’t stop…”

Xu Qing was ticklish but didn’t fear pain; in fact, the sensation of pain could stir her usually stagnant heart. She stroked Fu Shuang’s skin, cradling her face in her hands. She asked softly, “Do you have experience?”

Fu Shuang wanted to lie, but she feared the lies would pile up until neither of them could handle the fallout. So, she gritted her teeth and threw the question back: “You must have experience, right?”

Unexpectedly, Xu Qing looked at her and said, “I don’t.”

That clean, honest look in her eyes was enough to make anyone believe her—if she had it, she’d say so; if she didn’t, she didn’t. She wouldn’t lie.

But why?

They say Alphas start biting at age three and begin marking as soon as they differentiate. An Alpha of her age should have been through countless partners, perhaps even sired a few generations by now.

Fu Shuang really didn’t understand the Alpha community well enough, did she?

“Don’t stop your hand,” Fu Shuang commanded. She reached up to press her lips against Xu Qing’s for a brief kiss. Amidst the mingling of their breath, she lowered her voice and said somewhat sternly, “I don’t believe it. You’re so beautiful, how could you have no experience?”

Xu Qing lowered her eyes like a controlled android. Her hand returned precisely to the location of the gland, caressing it gently. Her voice held a soft, limping melancholy, like a puppy rejected by its owner, standing in the rain with soaked fur. She said forlornly, “You teach me.”

Fu Shuang couldn’t help but gasp. Even without the influence of pheromones, she couldn’t resist this gentle “older sister” entreating her so coquettishly.

The poor sofa bore the weight of both women. The legs of the sofa shifted several centimeters from the horizontal pressure. As they swayed, the crystal light above grew even more dazzling.

Fu Shuang was prepared to say goodbye to her sanity. Her hand reached deceptively toward Xu Qing’s abdomen. The touch of the abdominal muscles was smoother than she had imagined, firm and powerful. According to those Omega netizens on the forums (who often veered wildly off-topic), heavy muscles meant explosive power, while lean, proportionate muscles meant endurance. If she had to choose, endurance and patience were the more precious qualities.

“Turn off the light first, and close the curtains,” Fu Shuang swallowed hard. “I’m not exactly in the right ‘state’ today. Maybe today isn’t the best time, but you can try.”

Xu Qing stroked Fu Shuang’s hair, the ends sliding through her palm like silk. She looked at Fu Shuang and said dreamily, “I can smell such a thick scent of pheromones, baby. Do you call this ‘not being in the right state’?”

Hearing those words, Fu Shuang’s little trick had succeeded again.

“You teach me” implied that Fu Shuang had more experience than her.

Fu Shuang’s “experience”… was just some nonsense she’d learned from the forums, which included a chaotic mess of Alpha-Omega, Alpha-Alpha, and Beta dynamics. Detailed, practical content was scarce, and most of those posts had been censored anyway.

She would just have to wing it.

Fu Shuang’s hand explored Xu Qing’s body greedily, slyly avoiding the core question as she said, “We’ll know once we try.”