This Omega Kisses Too Fiercely [Transmigration] - Chapter 6

“Young Master Lu, I was really wrong. I love you so much, how could I ever hurt you? My heart aches so much, boohoo…”

“Aww, my little baby, don’t cry, it doesn’t hurt. I don’t blame you. I’m a strong, powerful Alpha! This little bit of pain is nothing!”

Song Xi rested his head on Lu You’s arm and continued to whimper. Lu You, in turn, kept up the act, dealing with Song Xi’s cloying affection with practiced ease.

Seeing them so physically close made Luo Xinghe’s chest burn with jealousy. His hands, hanging at his sides, were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain. In the dark corners of his mind, he added another mark against Lu You’s name.

Moreover, one look at the obsession in Song Xi’s eyes told Luo Xinghe everything: Song Xi had definitely been ensnared by Lu You’s charm!

While Song Xi was talking to Lu You, he stole a glance at Luo Xinghe, who looked exceptionally handsome today with his bangs swept back. Song Xi had always adored Luo Xinghe’s looks, and even though many Alphas, Betas, and Omegas claimed Luo Xinghe was plain, Song Xi felt the man was the perfect embodiment of his aesthetic preferences.

Even though he knew an Omega-Omega relationship was hopeless, he still harbored a sliver of longing.

However, just as he was peeking, his view was blocked. Lu You had shifted his body to stand in the way. Lu You looked at Song Xi with a smile. “Let’s go. Let’s talk about where we’re going to play tonight. Oh, right, don’t all you Omegas love romantic candlelit dinners? Shall we do that tonight?”

He had to find ways to make the scenes between himself and the antagonist more intimate and frequent. Only then could he indirectly provoke Luo Xinghe into completing his “blackening” progress bar.

When Luo Xinghe heard that Lu You was going to have dinner with Song Xi, his face turned incredibly dark. “No.”

“Why not?” Lu You turned slightly to look at Luo Xinghe, quietly noting the tension in the other man’s eyes.

“Master, I’m thinking of your health. You aren’t in a condition to be running around right now.”

Lu You couldn’t help but laugh. “Then you can be our waiter for tonight’s candlelit dinner.”

Hehe, jealous, aren’t you? Hurry up and blacken!

Luo Xinghe remained silent. Being forced to watch Lu You and Song Xi act all lovey-dovey was like having his heart trampled on.

“What, not satisfied with my arrangement?” Lu You reached out, grabbed Luo Xinghe’s collar, and pulled him close. Their faces were so near their noses almost touched. Lu You looked at him with a half-smile. “I want you to be my waiter tonight. Are you refusing?”

Feeling Lu You’s breath on his skin, Luo Xinghe’s mind flashed back to the intimacy of the previous night. Meeting Lu You’s flirtatious, peach-blossom eyes, he replied with a calm, expressionless face, “Naturally, I listen to the Master. I will never refuse anything you ask of me.”

As soon as he finished, Lu You lowered his head and chuckled, a sound that made Luo Xinghe’s heart tremble.

“Good boy.” Lu You leaned in and whispered those words into Luo Xinghe’s ear before straightening up. He then turned to Song Xi. “Did you hear that? He agreed, so you don’t need to have any psychological burden. I know the two of you have become rivals because of me, but you can still get along lovingly, can’t you? Right, Luo Xinghe?”

These words were truly trashy. A playboy openly expanding his harem and personally instructing his lovers to “get along lovingly.” Wow, what a scumbag.

Lu You couldn’t help but be amazed at his own performance. He was truly going further and further down the path of provoking the big boss’s descent into darkness.

Song Xi:  Countless curses ran through his mind. This absolute scumbag!!!

Hearing that “good boy,” Luo Xinghe felt as if a fire had been lit inside him, one that was impossible to extinguish.

But if he was the “good boy,” then Lu You was the “naughty” one.

In a high school as noble and Mary-Sue as the one in this book, a “Dragon Aotian” style desk was a must.

A private area was cordoned off in the last row of the classroom. In the center sat a desk with gold trim and a massage chair fit for a king. Beside it was a delicate gold cabinet holding a tea set meant purely for showing off.

Not a single book was in sight.

Flanking this extravagant desk were two normal-sized desks, one for the little servant, Luo Xinghe, and another for whichever Omega was “chosen” to sit there that day.

As Lu You sat in his massage chair, he felt his scumbag aura intensify. On his left was Luo Xinghe, and on his right was Song Xi. Even an Emperor wouldn’t dare have two concubines accompany him during morning court, yet Lu You was doing exactly that for morning self-study.

The scumbag of the century.

Luo Xinghe took the tea set from the cabinet and placed it on the table. Every morning, Lu You wanted to drink milk tea, and Luo Xinghe would always brew it for him.

Thus, the classroom was divided into several zones. The “top student” zone, the “leisure” zone, and where Lu You sat in the back row—that was basically a “vacation” zone. With tea brewing, fragrance filling the air, and steam rising softly, what else could it be?

Lu You couldn’t help but admire the original owner’s knack for high-quality living. He propped his chin on his hand, watching Luo Xinghe make tea.

Luo Xinghe moved with effortless grace, his posture upright and elegant. His slender hands were highlighted by the dark green, gold-rimmed tea set. Wearing the school’s noble, dark green uniform with a plaid pattern on the collar, he looked like a piece of art. The collar framed his pale neck like an understated floral embroidery.

With his hair styled up, he finally looked like an Omega. An Omega’s submissiveness, refinement, and elegance were all perfectly displayed in Luo Xinghe.

However, Lu You knew this was different from other Omegas; he knew it was just a facade. He tapped his cheek, observing him. In the future, once Luo Xinghe awakened his dark attributes, he wouldn’t look like this. He would definitely be full of Alpha energy.

As for Lu You… well, he would probably be the one “regressing.”

“Hiss—”

Just then, he saw Luo Xinghe burn his hand. Lu You moved quickly, grabbing Luo Xinghe’s hand to inspect the scalded index finger. He gently rubbed the fingertip, his brow furrowed. “How could you be so careless!”

【Lu You, don’t break character. You must maintain your cold and heartless persona.】

Hearing Aiduo’s reminder, Lu You could only silently let go of the hand and slip back into his scumbag role. “What use do I have for a fiancé as stupid as you!”

But his gaze remained on Luo Xinghe’s hand. It looked like it was burned red. His eyes flickered as a thought crossed his mind.

Luo Xinghe hadn’t expected Lu You to grab his hand so immediately after he was hurt. But after hearing that last sentence, he realized it was impossible for Lu You to actually care about him. Lu You was just looking for an opportunity to mock him, as expected. He silently withdrew his hand, enduring the swelling pain in his fingertip.

Song Xi was fuming when he saw Lu You touch Luo Xinghe’s hand.

“Young Master Lu, I want to drink tea too~”

Hearing that cloying voice in his ear, Lu You had an idea. He turned his head toward Song Xi and smiled. “Xixi, why don’t you make some tea for me? I’m sure whatever you brew will taste especially good.”

He couldn’t let the antagonist just watch the big boss get hurt; he had to make sure the antagonist got hurt too. This was the essence of being a scumbag, you have to be fair with your cruelty.

Song Xi:  He didn’t even know how to make tea.

“This tea set is a royal masterpiece from the Middle Ages, valued at three hundred million. It’s extremely expensive.”

Song Xi trembled as he held the tea set. A three hundred million dollar tea set?!!

Because of the shudder, the tea spilled over and scalded the back of his hand. He quickly put the tea set down with a “clack.”

Lu You leaned lazily in his chair, propping up his head. He didn’t move an inch when he saw Song Xi get burned. His expression shifted to a performative look of heartache. “Oh no, my three hundred million dollar tea set.”

Seeing that Lu You wasn’t rushing to check his injury like he did with Luo Xinghe, and was instead mentioning the tea set, Song Xi felt wronged and thrust his hand in front of Lu You.

“Aren’t you going to look at my injury? it really hurts.”

Lu You nodded in agreement. “Yes, I can see that it hurts. My tea set must be in so much pain.”

Song Xi refused to give up. “Master Lu, you were like that with Luo Xinghe just now, why are you being so cold to me?”

Lu You propped up his head and laughed. The sound was pleasant, like it was plucking at one’s heartstrings. His flirtatious eyes drifted toward Song Xi, and the corners of his lips curled up. “In what capacity are you asking for my concern?”

Song Xi froze. Luo Xinghe’s eyes lit up.

“Luo Xinghe is my little servant, but what exactly are you?” Lu You’s smile gradually vanished, his face turning indifferent as he looked at Song Xi.

In Lu You’s tone, heaven and hell were but a moment apart.

Song Xi’s face turned deathly pale. He had been too naive. Who was Lu You? How could he have thought he had already captured Lu You’s heart?

“Just kidding. You are, of course, my favorite little baby.” Lu You immediately retracted his coldness and put back on his harmless smile. He rested his hand on the armrest, looking at Song Xi as if everything he just said had truly been a joke.

Listening to Lu You’s words to Song Xi, Luo Xinghe’s hand under the table clenched slightly. Specifically, he kept rubbing the hand Lu You had touched, over and over, as if clinging to the warmth that had long since dissipated. His gaze remained fixed on Lu You.

This man’s posture was always like this—lazy and languid, as if he had no bones. His smile was as impeccable as ever, gentle yet prickly.

—Luo Xinghe is my little servant, what exactly are you?

Those words sounded harsh, yet to him, they were more pleasant than anything Lu You had ever said. It was because Lu You was defending him. He couldn’t help but let the corners of his mouth lift slightly, though he flattened the expression back to neutral a second later.

How could it be? There was no way Lu You actually cared about him. It was impossible.

And yet, Lu You actually told Song Xi, “You are my favorite little baby”!! He couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Lu You caught a glimpse of Luo Xinghe’s expression. Is he angry? Why is there no expression? He’s not angry even after that? I’m starting to get annoyed with myself.

Sigh, this “blackening” process is way too difficult. As expected of a big boss, he really knows how to endure.

Suddenly, he smelled a scent of peach oolong tea.

[Oh no, Lu You, you smelled it!]