The Second Fall - Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Constant Abstinence

The touch was far too soft. Like a tender sprout, a casual pinch would draw out moisture.

Lan Cixing felt her fingertips burning—stained, then bitten.

“Sis… Sister…” She was, after all, someone with emotional history and experience in this area, even if it was all with Rong Yushu. She shouldn’t have been unable to understand such a blatant sign. She was just… unsure.

The days of guessing what Rong Yushu was thinking had returned. It was exhausting; Rong Yushu was such a skilled actress that she never let anyone see her true thoughts. One moment she might be smiling and hooking her arm around yours, and the next she could stab a needle of poison into your nape, sitting on top of you and watching your painful struggles with a lighthearted gaze, giving you just enough medicine to keep you alive.

Especially since Lan Cixing had her own unspeakable thoughts. Her heart wasn’t pure; she was always thinking about holding hands with Rong Yushu, hugging, kissing, and then…

She was afraid her guesses were just delusions. Even when she was forcibly grabbed and pressed against her, she was still afraid. She didn’t dare to probe inward even a single millimeter.

Rong Yushu continued to apply pressure. A certain feeling was about to break through the surface. Lan Cixing felt her palm turning slick; she gasped and applied more strength. Just as she pulled away, her shoulder was gripped by Rong Yushu.

This time, she fell entirely into the cavern named Rong Yushu.

Rong Yushu seemed much smaller than Lan Cixing, but when she truly held her, she provided a total sense of security. It felt as if Lan Cixing wasn’t falling into a bottomless abyss, but rather into a mother’s embrace. Especially this white tea fragrance—gentle, soft, and warm. It slowly tangled with Lan Cixing’s own pheromones, soothing her violent metallic spice into something sweet and iron-like.

Lan Cixing relaxed for a second, and the opening was immediately seized by Rong Yushu. Her hand was restrained once more. She stopped speaking and simply tilted her head to look at the woman who insisted on holding her. Her eyes were full of pleading.

Rong Yushu stared back, wondering if that plea was for her to continue, or perhaps for her to spare her life. Lan Cixing’s gaze was rendered complex by the light.

Rong Yushu didn’t want to keep speculating. Usually, others speculated about her thoughts; there was no reason for her to ponder how others felt. Even if it was Lan Cixing.

Rong Yushu leaned down slightly. She let that poor, stained hand of hers press up against her.

“The first time we were strangers; by the second time, we should be familiar.” She nearly bit Lan Cixing’s ear, breathing directly against her sensitive earlobe.

Lan Cixing was indeed “cooked”—from head to toe, she was thoroughly done. Even her fingertips were burning hot. Her gland was overdone, continuously emitting a toasted fragrance. Rong Yushu was like a furnace inside her; with a casual lead, she could char Lan Cixing from the inside out.

Only when she’s “cooked” and cute is it easy to… devour her completely.

“Just finished the shower, wasn’t it perfect?” The second time since their reunion.

Rong Yushu was very confident in her attraction toward Lan Cixing. Perhaps it was even more intense than four years ago. A “cliff-style” breakup is the worst kind of withdrawal; the relapse reaction is always the strongest.

“Sis… Sister, b-but…” Lan Cixing didn’t seem to be offering a firm rejection. Otherwise, she could have broken free with her strength. Rong Yushu had just experienced how strong she was. If she truly wanted to do something, Rong Yushu had no power to resist.

That was what made her cute. Training a fierce beast into an obedient puppy—Rong Yushu had always liked Lan Cixing.

“I… I haven’t… washed yet…” Lan Cixing didn’t know what she was arguing about anymore.

“I didn’t wash you well enough?” Rong Yushu bit Lan Cixing’s earlobe, acting surprised. Lan Cixing’s hand should be quite “dirty” by now, right? After being drenched for so long.

“No, it’s not that. Starting like this… you’ll get sick. It’s dirty.” Lan Cixing truly didn’t refuse again; she just wanted Rong Yushu to let her go clean up.

Rong Yushu suddenly let go. Lan Cixing didn’t run; she had truly been tamed. Her strength wouldn’t be used against her master; she would only wait obediently for her master’s orders.

“Then come on.” Rong Yushu glanced at her, not taking her hand. Lan Cixing lowered her head, her face red, acting completely proactive as she followed Rong Yushu through the door like a magnet.

The room was still steamy, the water vapor making it hard to breathe. Lan Cixing stepped onto the floor, saw the marks left in the bathtub, and realized she had truly been “corrupted” by Rong Yushu—she didn’t even think to refuse this kind of thing.

Lan Cixing couldn’t refuse. Deep down, she craved it immensely. Ever since she was eighteen and Rong Yushu had wiped her sweat for her.

Lan Cixing first took the nail clippers to trim away the “white sprouts” that had grown. She had maintained the habit of trimming her nails regularly. Before, it was to massage Rong Yushu, or to help her with makeup and hair. Now…

Lan Cixing’s movements were a bit slow. It was as if trimming nails was the most important task in the world, and if she messed up, she’d lose her head. Rong Yushu watched from behind, her fox-like eyes half-closed, her thoughts unknown. She looked at Lan Cixing, and Lan Cixing became even more sluggish.

Rong Yushu simply snatched the clippers away and trimmed Lan Cixing’s nails herself.

“I can…” Lan Cixing’s fingers were caught, and she twisted awkwardly. Her gland felt itchy; she sent out a tentative puff of pheromones into the air to find her destined Omega.

Unfortunately, Rong Yushu’s rank was too high, and she was currently very sober. Unless Lan Cixing completely released her gland, loosened the restrictions of her rut, and let the pheromones fill the entire space, Rong Yushu probably wouldn’t be moved.

That was how Lan Cixing viewed Rong Yushu. She didn’t know the fire currently burning inside Rong Yushu. She felt scorched by Lan Cixing’s flint-scented pheromones; it was painful and urgent.

“You can what? It’s almost dry.” Rong Yushu quickly finished filing Lan Cixing’s fingers in a few strokes, tossed the clippers away with a casual flick, and then shoved Lan Cixing toward the sink.

Lan Cixing shrank her neck, processing Rong Yushu’s words. She jolted.

Her earlobe was bitten hard by Rong Yushu. Rong Yushu really was a fox spirit; her teeth were very sharp, biting so hard Lan Cixing thought her earlobe might fall off, letting out a cry of pain. Then she was bitten at the base of her cheek. It seemed this fox spirit didn’t suck human vitality; she just ate human flesh. From her face to her shoulder, every bite had a different intensity.

For a few minutes, Lan Cixing felt like she was buried under dozens of foxes, each one taking a bite out of her, truly wanting to eat her clean until not even bones remained.

Rong Yushu was stimulating her. Lan Cixing realized this and wanted to speed up. After washing her wrists, she felt Rong Yushu would definitely bite her there later, so she had to wash her arms. After rinsing her arms, she thought she should rinse her upper body too. She really was the perfect prey, cleaning herself up before jumping into the pot.

Rong Yushu truly couldn’t wait any longer; she applied force and bit Lan Cixing’s waist.

“If you keep dawdling, do you want me to sit on you?” She insisted on framing Lan Cixing’s meticulousness and cowardice as a form of seduction.

“Ah, no…” Lan Cixing was dragged into the bathtub that hadn’t even dried yet. She stumbled and fell onto Rong Yushu. Skin to skin.

Lan Cixing thought feverishly: it clearly wasn’t dry.

Lan Cixing was bitten into a red-eyed rabbit by the fox immortal. At this point, she couldn’t even be a dog. At most, she was a dazed little sable—snow-white fur, watery red eyes, unable to escape once caught by the fox, becoming a special item on the menu.

Yet she would still wag her tail.

When Lan Cixing was pulled by the hand to stroke Rong Yushu’s back, electric currents surged through her entire body. If she really had a tail, it would probably be spinning like a propeller right now. Whether she liked it or not, only Lan Cixing knew.

Rong Yushu was quite satisfied with her obedient appearance. One moment her nails would scrape over Lan Cixing’s shoulder blades; the next she would bite her shoulder. Her eyes even carried a bit of encouragement.

Things had already reached this point. Lan Cixing couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. Her gland wouldn’t allow her to just leave; it would always trip her up and make her fall into the arms of her only Omega.

Under Rong Yushu’s encouragement, Lan Cixing finally tried to hold her. The scent of cedar grew thick. Once Lan Cixing’s emotions peaked, she couldn’t control the abnormality of her gland. Let it release however it wanted; it wouldn’t affect Rong Yushu anyway.

The scents of metal and cold wood blended well. Rong Yushu felt a second of daze, and then her earlobe was cupped by Lan Cixing’s hand.

“Can I… can I bite you… like this?”

The boldest part of Lan Cixing’s body was her gland; everything else, even her vocal cords, was cowardly. She was “dog-shy.” Even if she wanted to “eat,” she had to ask.

“What do you think?” Rong Yushu held her, half-lying and half-leaning, quietly releasing a wisp of her own pheromones. On the surface, she remained lazy and casual, as if Lan Cixing wasn’t about to… to her, but rather she was observing the loyalty of the knight under her command.

Lan Cixing smelled a hint of sandalwood, which turned into the sweetness of white tea and the mellow warmth of tuberose. She thought that at a moment like this, the pheromones she smelled couldn’t be an illusion. An Omega’s initiative is a form of seduction; Rong Yushu had even put out the hook of her pheromones.

Yet Lan Cixing didn’t dare open her mouth to bite. She had been torn open by the hook before; being able to get close now was already brave. She could only stay in place and keep testing. The hook had to be safe enough, sweet enough, before she would dare to grab it.

“You kept biting me just now. Weren’t you trying to teach me…”

“Teach you what?” Rong Yushu’s fingertips curled Lan Cixing’s red hair. The last time Lan Cixing dyed her hair was over two months ago. Some black roots had grown in, making the gradient burgundy look as beautiful as fire. Wrapped around Rong Yushu’s dark green nails, it looked even more special.

Lan Cixing knelt and moved closer. The hook might be harmful. A person like Rong Yushu could never be associated with being harmless or pure. She was the most poisonous, most beautiful flower; the most ruthless, most enchanting fox.

But Lan Cixing still wanted her. She just didn’t speak. Her face was redder than her hair from embarrassment.

Rong Yushu suddenly leaned forward, like a snake flicking its tongue to measure its prey. Those eyes of a superior flickered with cold green light.

“Clearly, I am going you.” She let go of Lan Cixing’s hair and scraped her nail across her collarbone. “Yet you’re too embarrassed to speak. How cute.” The fox narrowed her eyes; the cold light was gone in a flash. Right now, her eyes were full of spring light—this was blatant going.

Lan Cixing opened her mouth and felt her tongue-tip being teased. Rong Yushu’s nails were too long; even if her fingertips didn’t touch, the nails could scratch Lan Cixing into a daze.

“So you… you… seduce me because you want me to bite you?” Her question was quite substanceless.

Only Rong Yushu would indulge her and play the game. “Guess?”

Lan Cixing looked at her raised eyebrow and those green eyes that showed no emotion. Suddenly, she tilted her head and kissed her lips.

“I won’t guess.” She guessed too much and got it wrong too much; guessing correctly was even more terrifying. She just wanted to kiss Rong Yushu. If Rong Yushu didn’t agree, if Rong Yushu was a poisonous flower, if Rong Yushu’s hook was sharp and left her bloody—it didn’t matter.

Lan Cixing pressed against Rong Yushu’s lips, gently grinding. It wasn’t a very skillful kiss. They had kissed many times before. Screen-test kisses. Intimate kisses. In the past… during their ambiguous period, meaningless kisses, kisses without lust, kisses full of wild thoughts.

Despite all that, Lan Cixing still hadn’t learned. Rong Yushu really wanted to laugh at her in frustration. She had to teach her again. Rong Yushu held Lan Cixing’s head, teaching her how to tilt her head, when to go deep and when to pull back, and how to breathe.

It wasn’t until Rong Yushu felt her upper lip being taken in. She suddenly realized: how could Lan Cixing not know? She was just enticing her to guide her.

“Rong Yushu.” Lan Cixing let go, saw the laughing and slightly annoyed fox-eyes, and wiped away the tears she had kissed out of her. “I don’t dare guess. I’m afraid of guessing wrong.” And afraid of guessing right.

Lan Cixing gazed at Rong Yushu quietly. Her eyes were still clear, as if she had returned to four years ago. Rong Yushu met her gaze in silence, then suddenly gave a light scoff.

“Kiss me.” The bad kid she had raised, only she could spoil her. And only she could teach her.

Lan Cixing leaned down to kiss her. This time, she was far more practiced than the last; she had just been pretending. She had always been very good at this.

“…Bite me,” Rong Yushu commanded in a low voice. She never gave hooks. She only gave the leash to lead Lan Cixing. Lan Cixing was her most obedient dog. She would do whatever she said.

“Use some strength, and then…”

“Me.”

Lan Cixing moved her hand.

The rut was so stubborn. Lan Cixing realized her gland had an issue; even after all this, she couldn’t hold it back. They had messed around for so long; Lan Cixing’s shoulders had been scraped red by Rong Yushu’s nails, and her waist had been kicked several times. The rut was still scratching at Lan Cixing’s brain, making her instinctively release pheromones.

Now it was the lingering aftermath. A weak metallic scent mixed with a toasted fragrance, turned into a struck match by the cedar scent. It continuously attracted the Omega who had been driven into a daze by Lan Cixing.

Strictly speaking, everything Rong Yushu experienced was her own doing. After all, she was the one who go-ed first, she bit first. Then she taught, then she guided. Indulging Lan Cixing until she lost control.

Lan Cixing stopped her hand, trying to restrain the leaking pheromones. She saw Rong Yushu wasn’t in the right state and was afraid that if she stimulated her further, Rong Yushu would enter her heat along with her. That would be real trouble. How could she control herself against a mark? A mark was the one thing she could never give, no matter what. There were both physiological and psychological reasons for it.

Lan Cixing was clenching her hands and trying hard to hold her breath. Suddenly, her nape was kissed.

The lips were so soft. In an instant, it stimulated Lan Cixing to an insurmountable degree; her whole body began to tremble. Rong Yushu had somehow regained her strength; she wasn’t kicking or hitting now, but kissing Lan Cixing. She specifically picked the gland on the back of her neck.

Rong Yushu didn’t seem to just be kissing. The suction was obvious. Lan Cixing’s instinct was faster than her brain; she moved her hair aside, exposing the gland. If Rong Yushu wanted to bite, she would let her. If she wanted to perform a reverse marking, that was fine too—it would save her from always being in pain.

Lan Cixing even considered actively pushing her gland toward Rong Yushu’s mouth. Rong Yushu opened her mouth. But she only gave her a sharp nip, likely out of anger.

Lan Cixing jolted, and her pheromones finally retracted. She scrambled out of the bathroom in a mess, flying to her bag to find her suppressants. Ever since her sudden rut last time, she had been carrying suppressants with her. She never expected to use them again so soon.

After the injection, Rong Yushu entered the room, held her, and helped her change her clothes.

The doorbell rang. Rong Yushu lazily reached out to grab her phone. Lan Cixing handed it to her. Rong Yushu pulled her into her arms, used the phone to unlock the door, and buried her face back into Lan Cixing’s back. A bit of Alpha pheromones still lingered there. Rong Yushu was so thirsty, so craving. She couldn’t “eat,” so she could only breathe it in to satisfy herself.

Two minutes later, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Rong Yushu dragged Lan Cixing up to go open it. Lan Cixing, muffled in her arms, didn’t understand why she had to stand up as well.

A somewhat familiar person entered the room. “You called me over to check a gland? I thought you’d finally developed a problem from your abstinence,” Yan Siyi said, clicking her tongue in wonder as she looked at the Alpha in Rong Yushu’s arms. What happened to “staying single for life” and “no interest in Alphas”?

Hearing the voice, Lan Cixing looked up at Yan Siyi. The two met each other’s gaze and fell silent.

“O-oh, it’s Little Lan.” Yan Siyi wanted to slap her own mouth for talking nonsense just now. Yan Siyi was Rong Yushu’s family doctor and had treated Lan Cixing several times in the past. Of course they knew each other. Yan Siyi also knew that if there was one Alpha who was an exception for Rong Yushu, it could only be Lan Cixing.

But back then, didn’t Rong Yushu let Lan Cixing go, saying it was because Lan Cixing hated her? And then there was the matter of Cang Cang… how were these two hugging each other now?

“You’re back?” Yan Siyi picked up her instruments. No wonder the air had a strange smell. It was very faint, but now it was clear it was the lingering scent of pheromones.

“It’s not…” Lan Cixing didn’t explain much. After a moment of hesitation, she still moved her hair aside. Yan Siyi needed to examine her and signaled for Rong Yushu to move aside.

Rong Yushu gave Yan Siyi a look of pure hatred before sluggishly moving an inch away. Yan Siyi was speechless; she straightened her arm and waved her device. Only then did Rong Yushu truly let go of Lan Cixing.

“These suppressants worked well. Rong Yushu gave them to you, didn’t she?” While adjusting her settings, Yan Siyi’s sharp eyes spotted the used suppressants in the trash can.

“Huh? I brought them myself…” Lan Cixing was embarrassed to say she had scavenged them for free from the community clinic. Free suppressants—seeing the ingredients were safe, Lan Cixing had been hoarding them. She usually didn’t need them, so she gave the Omega versions to Lan Bairan.

“These are specially made by the Rong family. How could you…” Yan Siyi’s words cut off halfway. She was silenced by Rong Yushu’s glare, feeling as if she had caught onto something in a daze.

“What?” Lan Cixing didn’t understand and wanted to ask more. Yan Siyi stopped talking and focused on the exam, afraid of being torn apart by Rong Yushu.

The more she examined her, the more expressive Yan Siyi’s face became. Finally, she put down the instrument, her gaze swaying between the two of them before she spoke with difficulty.

“Little Lan… have you been in constant abstinence?” Lan Cixing’s gland had clearly reached its limit due to long-term suppression. Now, it couldn’t take even a tiny bit of stimulation; it was like a volcano that would explode at the slightest touch.

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