The Scumbag Omega Chases After Platonic Love - Chapter 15

“Then… bite me, okay?”

“Hmm?” Embracing in the darkness, Nai Bing felt like she’d been thrown into the ocean and told to surf. She’d just lost her first kiss, and now she was holding a soft, naked body. The skin felt cool and slippery from the cold bath…

“Where should I bite? Your gland?” she asked.

“Mmm…”

Nai Bing gently brushed aside the hair at the nape of Yi Zhanying’s neck, took the skin into her mouth, and bit lightly. The pressure wasn’t enough to break the skin; she needed to apply more force, tearing through the flesh with her teeth to slowly inject her pheromones.

She tasted a sweet, metallic tang as her mouth filled with the Omega pheromone. This is what it feels like to be addicted to eating someone, she thought.

“Feeling better now?”

Yi Zhanying turned and clung to her, savoring the embrace. The bite had brought immense psychological comfort, briefly easing the heat in her body before it slowly returned. She couldn’t tell if she had actually… been marked.

“Keep holding me like this. Bite me more.”

Their skin felt like jelly, intertwining in a sensual dance. Nai Bing felt like she was practicing a new skill, her only thought to help Yi Zhanying relax and get a good night’s sleep.

Late that night, Yi Zhanying slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the darkness. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her skin. Recalling the marking process, she felt a lingering sense of longing. Nai Bing’s pheromones had no scent; they initially entered her body with a warm sensation, then quickly dissipated, vanishing without a trace.

The pleasure of being possessed was exquisite, yet fleeting, vanishing almost as soon as it began.

She gazed intently at Nai Bing’s sleeping profile, her arm still cradled beneath her head. Her breathing was even and endearing as she nestled close, finding a comfortable angle to sleep soundly.

The next morning, Nai Bing woke up to find half her body numb. She overheard a phone conversation in the living room.

“What do you think happened? The pheromone had no scent. It seemed normal at first, but then it instantly withered away.”

“Should we take her for a medical checkup?”

“Is that necessary?”

Nai Bing opened the door, staring blankly at the speaker. Yi Zhanying turned around, clutching the phone tightly as if she didn’t want Nai Bing to hear.

“You’re awake?” she said with her usual gentle smile.

“Mm… did you sleep well last night?”

“Perfectly. I rarely sleep so deeply.”

Yi Zhanying took Nai Bing’s hand and led her to the dining table, showcasing the sandwich and jam breakfast she had prepared. “Remember the one you gave me when we first met? I made two this morning. Try one.”

It was a simple breakfast: toast, eggs, ham, lettuce, and mayonnaise. The toast had been pan-fried, filled with the ingredients, and then diagonally sliced with a kitchen knife.

Nai Bing picked up a sandwich and took a polite bite, recalling the ambiguous encounters of the previous night. Though Yingying had orchestrated everything, with Nai Bing clumsily following her instructions like an awkward tool, a fundamental shift had already occurred.

“Yingying, what’s our relationship now?” she asked.

Yi Zhanying looked up, her gaze drifting into thought. We didn’t go all the way last night, so…

She countered, “Do you want to be lovers or officially a couple?”

Huh?! Nai Bing’s eyes widened, her eyebrows arching in disbelief. What does she mean? After everything we did last night, she’s still considering being just lovers? How can that even be an option? Doesn’t she think that’s incredibly frivolous?

For a moment, Nai Bing thought she’d misheard. But seeing Yi’s calm, casual demeanor, she realized she was serious.

“What’s wrong?” Yi Zhanying asked, noticing Nai Bing’s strange expression.

Nai Bing’s tone turned severe, no longer hiding her anger. “Let me ask you this: what does love mean to you? What is a relationship? Last night, I experienced a life-altering moment. When you kissed me, I almost lost my soul. And then… that happened. And now you’re saying this?”

“Ah…?” Yi Zhanying didn’t understand. What had she done to upset Nai Bing?

“We’ve already slept together, and you’re still considering being just lovers? You really are a bit of a jerk.”

Now Yi Zhanying understood. Nai Bing was upset about this. She’d actually thought not pressuring Nai Bing to commit was the better approach. She doesn’t appreciate my good intentions at all.

“So, from now on, you’ll be my girlfriend? We’re officially a couple?” she repeated the question.

Nai Bing glanced back, studying Yi Zhanying intently. No matter how she looked at it, it seemed too good to be true. Maybe I shouldn’t agree so quickly.

Yi Zhanying noticed her guarded expression and suspected she was upset. I can’t believe I messed up and missed out on a hundred million.

She pulled out her phone and showed Nai Bing her contacts. “Look, you’re the only pinned darling on my personal WeChat. I deleted all the other nonsense after meeting you. Check for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

Nai Bing eyed her skeptically. Now she’s taking this seriously? She took the phone and began to scroll through it, checking every app; messaging apps, texts, call logs, and photo albums, one by one. She found nothing suspicious.

What she did find were countless photos of herself, taken from every angle and in every mood. Even a snapshot of her in pajamas taking out the trash.

Stalker vibes… This feels a little creepy.

“Have you made up your mind now?” Yi Zhanying asked, clinging to her side.

Nai Bing handed back the phone. “Mm-hmm. So, we’re…”

She was cut off by a passionate kiss, far more intense than the one yesterday. “I’ll take good care of you, darling,” Yi Zhanying murmured.

*******

Nai Bing returned to her consultation room in a daze, still feeling like she’d woken from a dream. She pinned the other woman’s WeChat contact to the top of her list and wondered what to change the nickname to. Pinned darling wouldn’t do anymore. She typed in two characters: Cute.

She never imagined she’d escape her single status so easily, let alone with her first love! The legendary first love, would it be like the ones in TV dramas and novels? From now on, love wouldn’t just be the stories her clients told her; it would be her own story.

Ding! A message from Xiao Qi arrived:

[“Heard you two are together? Finally!”]

[“Yeah, it happened this morning.”]

[“Hahahaha! You couldn’t resist after all!”]

[“True…”]

[“Even a ‘sexually indifferent’ person couldn’t hold out.”]

“……”

Watching others express their emotions was a pleasure, but Nai Bing found herself particularly captivated by the other woman’s expressions and voice during those moments, like a poison that drew her in.

Today’s patient was a young man in his early twenties. He entered with a large, bloodstained bandage on his head. As she poured him tea, she asked with concern, “Your injury looks serious. Why aren’t you staying at the hospital?”

“I just left the hospital. My girlfriend hit me.” The patient, named Zhang, wore a hospital gown under his designer jacket and flip-flops. He probably chose her consultation because it was more affordable.

“My girlfriend’s emotions are always unstable. Whenever I can’t calm her down, she hits me. Last time, she suspected me of seeing a movie with a male colleague and beat me so badly I ended up in the hospital with a head injury. Then she felt guilty and insisted on taking care of me there, but I was terrified… so I ran away.” He spread his legs and covered his face, as if confessing something deeply shameful.

“Take your time,” Nai Bing said, crossing her legs and making notes. “It’s still early.”

“She’s incredibly insecure, sharp-tongued, petty, and jealous. She can’t stand anyone being better than her and is extremely possessive. Being around her is suffocating… I can’t breathe…” He paused, then added, “But she’s also very generous and spends a lot of money on me.”

Nai Bing smiled knowingly. She’d suspected as much the moment he walked in wearing designer clothes and flip-flops. In the end, it always came down to money.

“Is she pretty?” Nai Bing asked.

“She’s alright, I guess. I’ve dated prettier women before.” At this, the man suddenly relaxed, his tone shifting to boastful. “Not to brag, but I’m 186 centimeters tall, with a perfect build and eight-pack abs. My looks are universally acknowledged as handsome. Girls practically throw themselves at me. Someone like my girlfriend; a bit rich but with a terrible temper and average looks, is beneath me.”

“Is she the type to be obsessed with romance?”

“Yeah, he kept going on about how we’d be together forever, living a romantic life, blah blah blah… He was dreaming way too big. I was thinking, ‘Do you even deserve me?’ A violent, abusive guy with no self-awareness, thinking he could marry me?”

Nai Bing had spent a full hour listening to his relationship drama—the whole soap opera, complete with a scandalous ex and a mistress. She was utterly exhausted.

As he was wrapping up, she cut in, “If you two don’t get along, why haven’t you broken up? Why not find another rich woman? You’re a gigolo anyway. What difference does it make who you’re with?”

The man froze, clearly shocked that a lowly employee would dare to talk back to a client. “Those kinds of gullible, loaded women… they’re not exactly easy to find…”

“Then you deserve to get beaten! You’re a freeloading loser with delusions of grandeur. You’re happy to take their money, but behind their backs, you trash-talk and look down on them. If you’re so capable, why don’t you just break up? You’re the most disgusting type of person.”

The man fell silent, speechless. He’d come here to vent and feel better, only to be mocked and insulted.

He left, and Nai Bing doubted he’d ever return. When filling out the feedback form, he gave her a scathing one-star rating for “extremely poor service.”

Even after seeing the pest off, Nai Bing was still furious. She slammed her notebook onto her desk. Compared to the other oddball clients she’d encountered, this arrogant, freeloading man had nearly made her vomit blood. She loathed people who put on a fake act in public while gossiping and backstabbing behind closed doors.

“I’ll pick you up after work for a drive. Are you working overtime today?”

Ding! A message from her pinned darling. The thought instantly swept away her gloom, and her mood brightened like a sunny day.

“Nope, no overtime today~” Nai Bing replied, cradling her cheek in her hand, unaware that she was smiling like a blooming flower.

“Xiao Bing, who are you chatting with so happily? Looks like you’re in love!” A colleague suddenly leaned over, eager for gossip.

Nai Bing quickly hid her phone. “No, I’m not.”

“Hahaha, trying to hide it? We all knew you’d end up with that beauty sooner or later. See, we were right!”

As she left the office building after work, the familiar Audi R8 was indeed parked outside. She overheard several colleagues whispering behind her.

“Wow, being picked up in a supercar every day? So romantic!”

“It’s like a gender-swapped idol drama!”

“Do you think they’re a good match? They don’t seem very compatible…”

Nai Bing slid into the passenger seat and buckled up as usual. It was their first official day as a couple. What should they do? Later, Yi Zhanying drove her to the entrance of an amusement park, bought tickets, and led her by the hand into a private restaurant inside.

Yi Zhanying seemed well-acquainted with the staff, clearly a VIP customer. The manager greeted them warmly and asked about their preferences.

The private restaurant had limited seating but impeccable service. They took plates to the dessert area to make their selections. Nai Bing’s limited experience couldn’t even begin to imagine such extravagance. The desserts were all unique and varied, but after surveying the spread, she only recognized the almond garnish on top of one pastry.

The labels read Mont Blanc, bûche de Noël, Linzer torte, and a dessert called “Conversation.”

After they sat down, several sets of silverware and napkins were laid out before them. Nai Bing hesitated, unsure how to arrange the napkin. Yi Zhanying folded it in half, spread it across her lap, and smiled. “Don’t worry about being so formal. We’re Chinese—just use it however you like.”

“What do you think of the cream soup?” Nai Bing asked. It was a bit salty.

“And the foie gras?”

Foie gras? Nai Bing thought. One of the world’s most cruelly produced foods. The liver is six to ten times larger than a normal goose’s, fattened by force-feeding the birds corn until they develop fatty liver disease.

Despite all the pampering and care, an unsettling feeling grew in Nai Bing’s heart. Could it be because she’d overheard her colleagues gossiping about how mismatched they were?

Nai Bing recalled Yi Zhanying’s effortless expertise when choosing desserts earlier, occasionally explaining the stories behind each one. She must have brought many dates here before me, Nai Bing thought. I’m just one in a long line.

“What’s wrong?” Yi Zhanying noticed the guarded look on Nai Bing’s face again.

“Is this… the place you always bring your dates?” Nai Bing set down her utensils, propped her forehead in her hand, and asked helplessly.

Yi Zhanying froze, unsure how to answer. Not every time, of course, but definitely sometimes.

“Why are you asking that? Are you jealous…?” She quickly fell silent, annoyed by her own narcissism. They had only just reluctantly agreed to be girlfriends; it was too soon for jealousy.

“Mm, it makes me feel uneasy. I get unhappy when you’re nice to others or smile at them, like an animal instinctively guarding its food,” Nai Bing explained clearly and honestly. She was indeed jealous.

“That’s all in the past,” Yi Zhanying couldn’t help but feel secretly overjoyed. Once Nai Bing had defined their relationship, she became remarkably clear-headed, speaking directly and without hesitation.

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