Transmigrated As A Beautiful Cannon Fodder Omega To Marry An Evil God Alpha In Place of Another - Chapter 23

The air was filled with an inescapable, sweltering heat. Amidst the glass shards on the ground, a vibrantly colored, transparent liquid flowed.

That cloyingly sweet fragrance had reached a level so pungent it was suffocating.

As the scent forced its way into his nasal cavity, surging through his cranial structure, it slammed into his cerebral cortex with a violent impact.

Bai Rui felt a buzzing in his eardrums. Looking at the long, raven haired A-Wu before him, his vision stacked into several layers of heavy afterimages.

“So hot… too hot…”

The murmurs seemed to escape his own lips. His hair was damp and plastered against his cheeks, feeling utterly uncomfortable.

In the past, when he had high fevers, he would enter this same dizzying state. He would lie curled up in his cramped little room for three full days, enduring it alone until he finally pulled through.

How long would it last this time?

Would it be like before, with sweat soaking through his clothes and bedsheets?

Back then, no one cared for him…

In his own home, he could only live in a windowless attic, this dim environment was uncannily similar.

Bai Rui could smell the decaying scent of wood and the cheap odor of perfume. He felt nauseous, wanting to vomit, while simultaneously, an indescribable heat began to dampen the area behind him.

To be precise, it wasn’t really his home. After his father remarried and had a B-minus rank Omega son with his stepmother, the whole family was overjoyed. His usually stingy father actually treated guests at his small restaurant for an entire day, making all meals free.

As people bustled about the restaurant, a young Bai Rui clutched a tuition notice from his art class, following his father’s footsteps. His jubilant father, likely annoyed by his persistence, gave him a shove and looked down at him on the floor with a blunt answer: “There is no money.”

That probably wasn’t the first time. He remembered when he was a child, his father despised him for being just an ordinary Beta.

This small restaurant owner felt he couldn’t have only a Beta son in his life. He had once said to Bai Rui’s mother: “What kind of situation is this? As the eldest son and grandson of this family, wouldn’t I be a laughingstock if people found out?”

From the moment Bai Rui was born, his parents engaged in prolonged arguments. His mother eventually fell ill from the stress and passed away early to find peace. His father, however, quickly married another woman and fathered a B-minus Omega. This delighted the whole family and further marginalized Bai Rui’s existence.

Having no mother meant having no father. Bai Rui realized this deeply and lived a silent life. However, as he grew more handsome, more people began to eye him with greed, though he firmly rejected them all one by one.

At that time, his only goal was to study hard, test into a good school, and leave that home. He never expected his family would plot against him, trying to match him with an older, twice divorced Alpha just to make a quick profit.

Bai Rui still remembered his stepmother remaining silent, only signaling his father with her eyes.

His father sat before him and said earnestly, “Bai Rui, you’re grown now. You don’t necessarily need to go to university. Look, that man from the power bureau is quite interested in you, isn’t he? He even promised free electricity for our restaurant.”

“Yes, he’s divorced and in his forties, but so what? Divorced men know how to cherish people, and older men will dote on you. Besides, he’s offering a large sum of money, it shows he values you.”

Bai Rui’s heart felt tight. He looked up at his father and said seriously, “Yes, divorced men know how to cherish people. That’s why you cherish Auntie Hu so much. So, how much money did you give her behind my mother’s back?”

His stepmother’s thin eyebrows shot up, her sharp, mean face instantly flushing with rage. His father pushed her into the inner room, coaxing her to avoid a conflict.

But just a few days later, in his small attic, his door was suddenly pushed open. A man reeking of alcohol lunged at him, tearing at his clothes while muttering: “Your dad let me in. Your dad said for 400,000 in dowry, he’d let me have you. You’re just a Beta who can’t even give birth. I’m paying so much, what right do you have to be dissatisfied?”

Using all his strength, Bai Rui swung a fist and knocked the man’s teeth out.

Because he often helped in the kitchen, despite his slender arms and lean joints, the manual labor had made him quite strong.

The man was different, his body was hollowed out by wine and lust, bloated like a swollen white maggot.

Taking that punch, he was like a kite with a broken string. His fat body traced a semi-circle in the air before crashing heavily from the bed to the floor.

As the man ran out wailing, Bai Rui endured his aching body and lunged to lock the door.

The moment the bolt slid home, he was drenched in sweat, his body temperature dangerously high.

Outside the door, he could hear his father apologizing to the man and the sounds of his stepmother and father arguing. Later, his father seemed to come back to say something, cowardly in front of outsiders and his wife, but loud and booming when shouting at Bai Rui.

Bai Rui didn’t pay attention to what was said. At that time, it seemed the room was filled with fragrance, a sweet scent emanating from his own body.

So sweet… were these pheromones? How was that possible? He was clearly just a Beta without a gland…

He didn’t know what happened, he only knew he had a fever.

The cursing at the door stopped. He crawled back onto the bed and curled his body into the smallest possible shape, using that fetal position to resist the malice that permeated the world.

For three days, not a single person came to check on him until the fever broke.

Weak and staggering from lack of food and water, he walked out of his room to the kitchen. He grabbed a bowl of rice and, under everyone’s astonished gazes, began shoving it into his mouth handful by handful, expressionless.

From then on, he studied even harder. Even up until the college entrance exams, he hadn’t shaken off those baseless harassments.

Ultimately, Bai Rui was accepted into his dream university and applied for a full scholarship with his excellent grades. Being silent since childhood had one benefit, he could immerse himself in his own world. He loved using a paintbrush to outline the worlds in his mind. Eventually, with his outstanding talent, he joined a picture book project to earn a salary to support himself. He never expected he would transmigrate into the very book he was illustrating.

Actually, the reason he, a freshman, became the lead illustrator was likely because the seniors were lazy and dumped most of the work on him.

Among them was the “Senior Lai” who had been elegantly pursuing him.

Mysteriously arriving in this world, he opened his eyes to find himself a “defective” Omega with a damaged gland, sent to the Ice Badger Castle as a substitute to serve an Alpha.

Faces.

One face after another, each saying their own thing, each claiming they had their reasons, their voices overlapping.

“We are doing this for your own good.” “Hey? Hubby, look, why is your son ignoring us? So arrogant.” “Aren’t we thinking of your future? Otherwise, what could you possibly do?” “You can’t even give birth. Logically, I shouldn’t give you a penny of dowry!” “You think you’re fine now because you’re young, but what about when you’re old? We raised you, you should contribute to this family.” “Bai Rui’s family runs a small restaurant, and he’s just a Beta, he can’t carry on my family line. No, no.” “You know those who focus on marrying up usually live well. He’s willing to pay and doesn’t mind you. Who can love anyone for a lifetime? Just endure it for the money.”

In Bai Rui’s mind, giant white faces wearing grinning masks began to dance. Men, women, young and old, tall and short, they all surrounded him, dancing with exaggerated movements like ghostly shadows.

The dancers would occasionally lean in close to Bai Rui’s face and then quickly withdraw, continuing their circle in a taunting manner.

“Should it be like this?”

Should he compromise?

Is this reality?

If he compromised, what would all his years of persistence mean?

The scorching heat surged again. Lust felt like viscous black water, carrying a dense sweet scent, swallowing him like a swamp, pouring into his nostrils, ears, and mouth.

The moment he was submerged, Bai Rui’s one wide open eye above the black water saw those masked faces dancing with ecstatic joy as he sank.

Laughter echoed endlessly, piercing, thick, distant, all overlapping and squeezing into Bai Rui’s ears.

He didn’t know he was suffering from a severe overdose of a “catalyst.”

He was burning all over. Beneath his skirt, a mysterious liquid had already soaked his silk stockings.

He had never been this agitated. His clothes felt like they were roasting his skin. Bai Rui tore at his collar aimlessly, as if trying to liberate another version of himself from within.

He repeated that sentence again: “Should it be like this?”

A-Wu’s voice sounded from both far and near: “Should be how?”

How should it be?

Yes, how should it be?

“Hot!” “Uncomfortable! Give it to me, take it all off!”

He gave a violent tug at the fabric of his collar.

Rrrrrip. The sound of tearing silk.

The clothing constricting his body was forced open by his own hand, finally revealing his fair shoulders.

The heavy fabric slid naturally down both sides, like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis. He finally breathed fresh air, his tense body relaxing slightly, helplessly absorbing the nutrients from the atmosphere.

The lines of Bai Rui’s neck were beautifully formed, the fair skin covered delicate bones, showing an elegant shape now glistening with light sweat.

His eyes were hazy as he lifted his eyelids.

Instead of looking at A-Wu, he was staring into the void ahead.

He reached out a sweat slicked finger toward the heavily blurred A-Wu.

The sweat on his finger made the fine, pale bone and skin appear even more lustrous.

A drop of moisture, caught by the light pouring from above, made his fingertip shine brilliantly, the hanging droplet outlining a circle of glowing white light.

Clearly, the things in his conscious world and the scene before his eyes were not the same.

A-Wu frowned, watching that beautiful fingertip reach out. He hesitated for a moment but did not dodge.

He allowed that finger, carrying a very rich fragrance, to brush past his earlobe. A burning, tender palm pressed against his cheek, fingertips rubbing restlessly, finally pinching and rolling the earlobe between his fingers.

“And then?”

And then…?

Bai Rui exhaled deeply, grabbing A-Wu’s collar again and pulling him toward his face.

The air was swirling with sweet, fragrant pheromones. Bai Rui’s beautiful eyes were full of mist, his long lashes damp, and the corners of his eyes flushed with a captivating crimson.

He gazed at A-Wu’s sharply defined face from such a close distance that their noses nearly touched.

Breathing like orchids, he whispered: “And then… and then…”

Because they were so close and his center of gravity was unstable while sitting, his body swayed slightly, his nose brushing against A-Wu’s repeatedly.

“Yes, and then what?”

The fragrance in the air became even more intoxicating, like a soul-resonating poison.

Small red pheromone particles, emitting a faint, eerie glow, floated and swayed, dancing around A-Wu.

They seemed very active, yet appeared to be under heavy restraint, not lunging forward immediately.

In A-Wu’s narrow eyes, a dark red light flickered on and off.

On his pale, sharply lined cheek, the masseter muscle flexed with the effort of restraint.

To have such a fragrant and beautiful scene presented so closely required immense willpower.

A tiny fraction of the fine red particles escaped the suppression, lunging toward Bai Rui without hesitation.

As the gland at the back of his neck throbbed, Bai Rui’s temperature soared, and his mind became increasingly blurred.

Even he could smell the fragrance.

What was this? He actually thought about it seriously, in the real world, he was a Beta. He had transmigrated as an Omega with a defective gland, it should be impossible for him to have pheromones.

But his neck was pulsing. His gland, withered for nineteen years, suddenly felt a rushing, scalding liquid surging through it, seemingly wanting to tear the gland and his entire body apart to be free from its shackles.

Finally, that wide open eye was slowly swallowed by the gurgling black water…

Bai Rui’s eyes grew hazy, the crimson at the corners of his eyes deepening. His body began to tilt uncontrollably, as if simply sitting upright was more than he could manage.

A strong, powerful arm circled that slender, supple waist. A-Wu couldn’t help but grit his teeth, suppressing the Alpha pheromones that were being drawn out.

The Omega’s pheromones were so sweet, so intoxicating.

He said, “Careful.”

As the Sovereign of the Dark Moon Lands, he wouldn’t forget the secondary gender of the person sent for the political marriage.