After Differentiating into an O, Pampered by an A - Chapter 43

Shen Yushu had realized Ye Xing hadn’t returned to the main hall for quite a while. Growing anxious, she went to look for her, but found the restrooms empty and her calls going unanswered.

She felt a surge of unease. Ye Xing was in her rut; there was no telling what kind of sudden emergency she might have encountered. Finding that Ding Ling was also absent from the hall, Shen Yushu couldn’t sit still. She immediately instructed Sun Xi to borrow some security personnel from the Kong family to search the estate, taking care not to disturb Kong Zhen and Ruan Nian’an.

Eventually, someone found a bottle of inhibitor rolled onto the ground beneath a Podocarpus tree. Upon seeing it, Shen Yushu immediately had the surveillance footage pulled discreetly.

The video showed Ye Xing with another woman—Shang Qing’s assistant. Shen Yushu’s fingertips turned white as she gripped her phone, her face clouding over with a storm of rage.

Shang Qing—

Leading the Kong family bodyguards, Shen Yushu arrived just in time to stop the madwoman’s actions. Looking at Ye Xing’s current state, the usually restrained Shen Yushu felt her emotions spiraling out of control for the first time.

Her voice was very low, as if she were desperately suppressing a deep-seated emotion. “Mm. I’m here.”

Shen Yushu reached into Ye Xing’s bag for an inhibitor, only to find it empty—the one she had brought with her must have been the one dropped outside. She moved to open the door to order someone to get a new one, but as she took a step, she saw the pain on Ye Xing’s pale face. The girl was twisting her body restlessly to find relief; the silk blanket covering her slid like water off her delicate skin.

The suggestive scene on the bed instantly stimulated Shen Yushu, and a wave of heat rose from the back of her neck.

The conscious restraint Ye Xing had been maintaining collapsed the moment Shen Yushu arrived. Something was surging within her; her entire body felt as though it were being stimulated by a light electric current. Her body trembled uncontrollably, gravitating toward a single focal point like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

In her clouded state, Ye Xing released a massive amount of pheromones. Shen Yushu knit her beautiful brows, struggling to suppress her own reaction.

“Ye Xing.” Shen Yushu originally wanted to tell her to hold on while she called for help, but as she opened her red lips, her voice turned husky and dark.

“Shen Yushu… help me. I’m so… miserable.”

The girl on the bed let out a soft moan, her exquisite face flushed deep red like a succulent peach, tempting one to take a bite and taste that refreshing sweetness.

As Ye Xing’s thickening pheromones ran wild, Shen Yushu realized the severity of the situation. Between the drugs and her natural rut, an inhibitor likely wouldn’t be enough now. Furthermore, the wedding ceremony in the main hall was about to begin; if Ye Xing’s pheromones drifted over there, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Shen Yushu forced her mind to remain clear as she leaned over and picked Ye Xing up. She found every inch of the girl’s skin burning hot. The silk blanket around her neck was damp, and her dark hair was matted together, clinging to her skin in an alluring mess.

Feeling the coolness of Shen Yushu’s fingertips, Ye Xing clung to her like a piece of driftwood. She opened her misty, blurred eyes and looked into Shen Yushu’s exquisite face, staring into those deep, clear eyes. She saw a suppressed desire there that mirrored her own.

Ye Xing took a deep breath, as if making a final decision. She spoke in a raspy, whispered tone: “Shen Yushu… bite me~”

Giving herself to her neighbor was infinitely better than being bitten by a scumbag like Shang Qing or being tortured to death by the drugs.

Shen Yushu had already been tormented by the pleasant scent of Ye Xing’s pheromones, her own glands burning hot. She had only been holding on through pure logic. Ye Xing’s words snapped the final thread of her restraint, and her reason was eaten away bit by bit.

Shen Yushu’s pupils grew as deep as the ocean. “Are you sure?”

Before she could receive an answer, a pair of soft lips pressed against hers. A sweet fragrance surged in, and Shen Yushu’s mind went momentarily blank. Ye Xing tilted her head up to kiss her; the parting of those red lips caused Shen Yushu to lose all reason and surrender to the moment.

The fire in the hearth was burning bright. A cool drop fell onto the kindling, momentarily dousing the vivid flames only for them to roar back even stronger. With her hair brushing against Shen Yushu, Ye Xing’s body slid down, unable to support itself.

A hint of an “ascetic” smile pulled at the corner of Shen Yushu’s lips. Her long, white fingers threaded through Ye Xing’s dark hair while her other hand reached down to pull the girl back into a steady, firm embrace.

She breathed heat against Ye Xing’s lips. “Ye Xing, do you always have to provoke me like this?”

With that, she lowered her head into a deep kiss, one carrying a trace of deliberate punishment. She only released the girl when Ye Xing could no longer breathe. The room was now filled with two heavy, rich scents, and their breathing grew heavy.

Ye Xing brushed back her damp hair, exposing her neck. Her clear eyes were shimmering with a watery light. Her voice was a heart-tugging murmur: “Pheromones…”

The flower-like glands on her neck were like buds blooming in the early morning, covered in beads of crystalline dew, swaying in the breeze. She said it hurt; Shen Yushu had almost forgotten she was afraid of pain. Heaven knew what immense willpower it took for Shen Yushu to hold back.

Ye Xing closed her eyes, waiting for Shen Yushu’s next move, but there was no reaction for a long while. She tilted her head and saw that the corners of Shen Yushu’s eyes were flushed deep red with restraint—a sight that was intoxicatingly beautiful.

Suddenly, Shen Yushu swept her own hair aside, her lashes trembling. “How about… you do it first—”

Ye Xing licked her lips like a hungry little cub. She parted her teeth and bit down without hesitation. Instantly, the flavor of rum pheromones spread through her mouth, accompanied by the rich scent of caramel.

At some point, crystalline tears hung from her curled lashes, threatening to fall—a look of broken beauty. The room was saturated with the two intoxicating fragrances.

But a second later, the pupils in Ye Xing’s misty eyes trembled. This flavor—

Fragmented memories flashed through her mind. In the darkness of Zhou Island, this scent had been lingering and inescapable, as had this familiar, warm embrace. The shards of memory pieced themselves together bit by bit.

She looked up, her “peach-blossom” eyes shimmering, her pink lips damp. “It was you that night on Zhou Island? Shen Yushu!!!”

Shen Yushu kept her eyes closed, savoring Ye Xing’s pheromones. The milky sweetness was physically and mentally soothing, and a look of complete satisfaction appeared on her face. Amidst the lingering numbness, Shen Yushu turned lazily to look at Ye Xing.

She knew in her heart that if Ye Xing still didn’t realize who had slept with her that night, she really would have to take the girl to a doctor to see if she had some kind of “pheromone sensory delay.”

Her red lips curved into a bewitchingly beautiful smile. “You finally remembered. I’ve been waiting for quite a while.”

Having been soothed by the pheromones, Ye Xing’s mind was gradually clearing. She sat up, the thin blanket accidentally sliding down. Her dark hair was scattered across her chest, a sight of indescribable allure.

Shen Yushu caught a glimpse and couldn’t help but feel her throat go dry again. She propped her head on her arm, watching the girl and licking her lips, barely managing to suppress her impulses.

Seeing Shen Yushu’s seductive face and calm expression, Ye Xing’s indignation flared up, momentarily overshadowing the passion. She scolded, “So that ‘scumbag Alpha’ who ran away after sleeping with me was you… Do you have any idea how much I wanted to kill you at the time?”

Shen Yushu raised an eyebrow. She reached out and took a strand of hair from Ye Xing’s chest, twining it around her finger. Her gaze fell upon that softness, her voice turning husky and incredibly sexy once more.

“I just let you ‘sleep’ with me back. So… do you want more?”

“…”