The Villainess A Marked the Seductive Movie Queen - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The First Night

The Alpha’s arousal-sharpened canines pierced the surface of the Omega’s gland.

Ruan Minxue was twenty-seven, older than Liu Yitong, but because her differentiation had occurred abnormally late only tonight, her newly formed gland was tender and thin.

When Liu Yitong bit down, the initial taste was a faint metallic tang of blood, which was immediately catalyzed by pheromones into a texture as sweet and cloying as thick cream. The flesh itself was so tender it inspired pity, yet it ripened the dormant desires in one’s heart, sparking an urge to vent wantonly.

“Wh… ngh…”

Being bitten on the gland for the first time was undoubtedly painful; sharp gasps escaped Ruan Minxue’s lips. The woman tilted her head back in distress, her profile gilded by the moonlight through the window, looking like a saint offering herself in prayer.

Liu Yitong’s brain was a mess of scorched logic and desire. She had no sense of moderation, immersed entirely in this first Alpha-on-Omega marking, slowly injecting her pheromones into the flesh beneath her teeth.

She saw the woman’s neck and shoulders shrink back from the pain. The hand that had been holding her hair up lost its strength and fell away; her fingers, resting on the edge of the bed, trembled as they gripped the sheets.

Perhaps because it hurt too much, Ruan Minxue instinctively tried to hide by leaning forward, her chest pressing against the side of the bed. Sensing her prey’s attempt to escape, the young girl pressed closer from behind, locking the woman into a cage formed by her own chest and the bedside.

She is my Omega.

“Ngh… hmm…”

As the pheromones were injected, the woman’s fractured gasps gradually became melodic. Clearly, the pain had passed, and she was beginning to succumb to the pleasure.

She belongs to me.

“Ah… ha…”

Liu Yitong increased the concentration of the pheromone injection, causing Ruan Minxue to arch her back sharply. The woman raised her arms high, reaching back to hook her hands around the girl’s head.

She was relying on her. The pain was given by her, and the pleasure was given by her. She wanted to escape her, yet was addicted to her. Even if it was only for this one time.

Then let them drown wantonly in this one time.

This was Ruan Minxue’s first marking, but it was also Liu Yitong’s first. Despite being the one doing the biting, the girl felt a sting in her nose, and tears welled up in her eyes without her realizing it. She felt as though there had always been a massive void in her chest where cold winds whistled through; her life had never felt full until tonight.

Tonight, she was made whole. The void in her chest was filled by the warm softness in her arms, by the melodic gasps, and by the involuntary touches.

Liu Yitong was finally complete.

Once the pheromones were fully injected, the floral scent in the room dissipated briefly. Both girls panted feverishly, like survivors of a shipwreck who had just been pulled from the water.

Liu Yitong looked up and saw Ruan Minxue turning around. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she wasn’t wearing her mask. In a panic, she reached out and covered Ruan Minxue’s eyes with her palm.

Faced with this transgressive act, Ruan Minxue didn’t mind. Instead, she let out a soft, playful laugh beneath the palm and whispered:

“Kid, you have very special eyes.”

Beneath the girl’s hand, the woman’s cheeks were flushed crimson. Her lipstick had been smudged past the lines of her lips, giving her a beauty like a flower in full, decadent bloom.

I want to kiss her.

Liu Yitong stared at those lips with her “special eyes,” and her newly subsided desire surged again.

I can’t. We are in a relationship of rescuer and rescued. I cannot kiss her.

“Kid.” Just then, Ruan Minxue curled her lips into a seductive smile. She raised a finger to tap the gland at the back of her neck, her voice tired, lazy, and utterly captivating: “Do it again.”

Every “no” in Liu Yitong’s mind was incinerated by that “Do it again.” All that remained was a longing for closeness that both logic and instinct craved.

After all, Liu Yitong was an S-class Alpha, and Ruan Minxue had accepted a mark while in a state of heat. The excessive pleasure had drowned the woman’s reason. At this moment, Ruan Minxue likely didn’t know she had completely surrendered to desire and instinct.

Liu Yitong thought: She won’t remember anyway. She needs it anyway. I’ll indulge her—and myself.

Liu Yitong lifted Ruan Minxue from the floor, placed her back on the bed, and leaned over her. She couldn’t kiss her, so she took all her longing for those lips and vented it on the gland of Ruan Minxue’s neck. Sucking, biting, licking.

Amidst Ruan Minxue’s trembling moans, Liu Yitong bit into the gland once more.

“Ha… ah… ngh!”

Lost in the haze of desire, the irrational Ruan Minxue cried out passionately.

Knock, knock.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Both girls froze on the bed. A voice shouted from outside:

“Is anyone there? There’s an Omega in heat around here. Did you find them?”

It was that group of lost Alphas, actually crazed enough to knock on doors. Their goal was to find the Ruan Minxue who was emitting such a scent.

At the thought of the woman in her arms being devoured by the hyenas outside—at the thought of them trying to steal her prey—the Alpha factors in Liu Yitong’s blood boiled. She sat up irritably, ready to answer the door and drive away the scavengers.

But the moment she sat up, Ruan Minxue’s arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her back to the bed.

Liu Yitong snapped back to reality, hovering over Ruan Minxue. The woman beneath her tilted her head, her eyes curved in a smile. She withdrew one hand to cover her own mouth and turned her head to fully expose her neck.

A submissive yet seductive posture. It was a silent message: I’ll be quiet. I won’t let them find out. Let’s keep going, okay?

Liu Yitong’s aggression instantly shifted targets. She pressed her lips to the nape of that neck. Repressed gasps and heated breaths were locked within the woman’s teeth, never leaking out, ensuring the greedy seekers outside didn’t steal even a fragment.

No one could hear. This night was a secret known only to the two of them.

The two of them struggled until midnight, exhausted but satisfied. Ruan Minxue fell into a deep sleep. Fearing she might wake up in the middle of the night and be unsettled, Liu Yitong moved a chair to the bedside to watch over her. She didn’t dare share the pillow.

Liu Yitong put her mask back on and guarded the bed until late. Eventually, overcome by sleepiness, she slumped her head onto the edge of the mattress. Ruan Minxue’s hand happened to be hanging off the bed, right in front of Liu Yitong’s face.

She wanted to reach out and interlace their fingers, but she didn’t dare overstep. She could only use her pinky finger to quietly hook onto Ruan Minxue’s pinky.

This way, when Ruan Minxue woke up the next day, she might not notice. Even if she did, she might think it was an accidental touch. She wouldn’t discover the secret crush.

The earlier out-of-control marking had come from the instinct of an Alpha toward an Omega—mad and brave—but it hadn’t truly come from “Liu Yitong.” This pinky-to-pinky touch, however, was truly hers.

Liu Yitong was a coward. She only dared to love her this much more in secret.

Two Months Later

Liu Yitong slept so late that she woke up late as well. When she sat up the next morning, the bed was empty. The person who had been lying there had specifically tidied the sheets before leaving; there wasn’t a single wrinkle left.

She turned her head and saw a note pinned under the base of the lamp on the nightstand. She picked it up to see a string of phone numbers. The hand-written digits were rounded, with slightly stylized strokes.

It was a note left by Ruan Minxue.

Liu Yitong didn’t call the number; she just tucked the note away carefully.

Within two days, Liu Yitong’s contract expired, and she moved out of the rental room. To facilitate her future career, she moved into a large flat belonging to her friend and new manager, Shu Ran. Shu Ran only charged her a symbolic “friendship” rent.

Everything regarding the past in the old house was gone. Only that scrap of paper with the numbers remained as the sole evidence of that memory.

In a flash, two months had passed, and it was now May in Huchuan. The bauhinia flowers along the neighborhood paths were in full bloom, their pink and purple clusters reminding Liu Yitong of the floral scent she had smelled in that rental room.

Walking back from the window of the high-rise, Liu Yitong pulled out the diary she kept under her pillow. The page for March 11th had been taped into a pocket, and the note with the phone number was stored inside.

The number was left by Ruan Minxue, but she didn’t know who the actual owner was. If she called, perhaps it would be Ms. Ruan’s legal team warily discussing compensation, or perhaps Ms. Ruan herself, distantly and politely testing the waters.

But Liu Yitong never dialed it. She didn’t want compensation, and she didn’t want to hear Ruan Minxue’s probing questions. Though young, she was clear-headed: Ruan Minxue could give things she didn’t need, and the things she wanted, Ruan Minxue couldn’t afford to give.

Liu Yitong didn’t take out the note. She just ran her fingers over the line she had written in her diary:

12th day of the 2nd Lunar Month, Flower Festival. Champagne roses bloomed for me for the first time.

Her chaotic thoughts were shut away along with the closing of the diary. She pulled out her phone and began typing a sequence of numbers. After a moment, she sighed and deleted them one by one.

She had habitually typed the number Ruan Minxue left.

She opened her contacts instead and dialed her top pinned number: “Hello, Teacher Ding. Is tomorrow convenient? I’m coming to see my mother.”

The next day, Liu Yitong specifically rented a Porsche Cayenne and wore one of the few items in her wardrobe worth over ten thousand yuan—a Burberry trench coat—before driving to her destination.

The Jingyi District Sanatorium was a well-known facility in the city. The patients were mostly of high status—retired officials or paralyzed wives of wealthy businessmen. Consequently, the medical facilities were top-notch, and the staff were patient and professional.

Liu Yitong knew the road to this sanatorium from every place she had ever lived. The starting point changed frequently, but the destination remained the same. She had traveled the route from the entrance to the private special-care room for four years.

The non-slip flooring in the hallway felt better underfoot than the cold tiles of her rental room. The smell of disinfectant was diluted by lavender essential oil, making it smell fresher than the damp walls of old buildings.

An elderly man with dementia bumped into Liu Yitong’s shoulder while running out of his room. “Ow! Why don’t you watch where you’re going!” He grumbled, but his voice died down the moment he saw Liu Yitong’s face.

Liu Yitong didn’t intend to argue; she just looked at him calmly. However, her eyes naturally carried a sense of misanthropy. When she wasn’t smiling, her dark brows pressed over her eyes, making her look fierce. The old man began to tremble and whimpered as he backed away, being caught by a nurse. “I know! I know! She’s Little Liu’s scary daughter!”

“Shh!” The nurse apologized to Liu Yitong with a smile. “Sorry, he’s confused. He didn’t mean any offense.”

Liu Yitong didn’t care. She nodded and walked toward her mother’s room. She had always known she had a “notorious” reputation in the sanatorium, but that was exactly her goal. As long as everyone was wary of her, no one would dare bully the person she kept here.

Knock, knock.

She pushed open the door. The therapist, Ding Qing, wasn’t there yet. In the spacious room filled with sunlight, the middle-aged woman she spent everything to keep here was sitting on the end of the bed, holding a photo album with a peaceful smile.

“Tongtong!” As soon as she saw Liu Yitong, Liu Lin dropped the album and came forward to take her hand, calling her by her childhood nickname in a sweet voice.

“Hey,” Liu Yitong answered softly.

“Tongtong, let me show you something!” Liu Lin suddenly became mysterious. She pulled her into the room, peeked out the door to make sure no one was looking, closed it, and then pulled small treasures from her pocket to place in Liu Yitong’s palm.

“This is a small stone I found on the path. Only this one is white, it’s so pretty! This is a daisy I pressed in a book, the petals are perfect, it can be a bookmark! And this, it’s the prettiest candy wrapper I’ve ever seen… They’re all for Tongtong. All for my baby!”

A pile of “trash” that only a child would treasure was heaped into Liu Yitong’s hand. It wasn’t heavy, yet it felt weighted. It pressed a sense of bitterness into her heart. Liu Lin’s intelligence had regressed to that of a child; she had forgotten much of her adult life, but she still remembered she had a baby daughter named Tongtong.

“Do you like them?” Liu Lin asked, squinting her narrow eyes.

Liu Yitong nodded. “I like them.”

“Then keep them safe!” Liu Lin became wary again. “Tongtong, hide them. Don’t let anyone find them! You have to play with them secretly, secretly…”

“Why?” Liu Yitong’s face darkened at the abnormal reaction. “Is the teacher not good to you? Do other patients take your things?”

“Hmm? No…”

“Is really no one bullying you?”

“No, no…” Liu Lin answered firmly at first, then fell into doubt, as if she herself couldn’t understand why she felt the need to hide things when no one was bothering her.

But Liu Yitong understood the reason behind the strange behavior. Even though her mother had forgotten much, some habits born of years of trauma were carved into her bones and couldn’t be erased.

“It’s okay, Mom. It’s okay now.” Liu Yitong leaned down and hugged the thin woman, patting her back like she was soothing a child. She murmured:

“I already sent my dad to prison. We don’t have to be ‘secret’ anymore. From now on, we will live in this world openly and with dignity.”

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