Song Nanyin would rage, would flare up; Liu Zhaoran had expected all of it. She simply hadn’t expected she could provoke the woman to such an extent. The takedown had been too fast, and combined with Song Nanyin’s sudden strength, Liu Zhaoran was now completely at her mercy.

She moved her entangled wrists. It was a dead knot, tied tightly; it wouldn’t come loose anytime soon. Liu Zhaoran looked up at the woman above her and saw that Song Nanyin’s eyes were redder than before, tears gathering and swirling in her gaze, yet stubbornly, obstinately refusing to fall.

“Team Leader Song, you…” Liu Zhaoran wanted to say more, when a fierce, sharp pain suddenly stabbed at her collarbone. Song Nanyin’s bite was powerful; teeth that weren’t exactly sharp still tore through skin and flesh. Even without looking, Liu Zhaoran knew the skin there must be broken, perhaps even bleeding.

“Liu Zhaoran, you damned woman. How can you be so wicked? Is messing with me that much fun? Huh?” Song Nanyin bit down savagely for a long while, only letting go when she tasted the sweet tang of blood in her mouth.

She looked at Liu Zhaoran’s eyes, which had welled with reflexive tears from the pain, and this time she didn’t feel she’d gone too far in the least. There was only the keen satisfaction of having gotten even.

Just now, Song Nanyin hadn’t known what had come over her. Why had her body reacted so strongly merely from catching Liu Zhaoran’s scent, and why had she been shamefully, effortlessly made wet by this woman?

Her body’s reactions and unbearable need had all been witnessed by Liu Zhaoran. That damned woman had even had the presence of mind to collect her fluids, handling her like a test subject, toying with her at will. And she herself had grown desire from the woman’s caresses and touches.

The humiliation made Song Nanyin feel terribly wronged, especially when she thought of how Liu Zhaoran had deliberately reduced her to this state just to extract her fluids, as if her dignity counted for nothing at all before this damned woman.

Song Nanyin was angry at Liu Zhaoran’s wickedness, and angry at her own uselessness and lack of backbone.

“Team Leader Song, I was only trying to help you study your body. Don’t you yourself want to know what changes are taking place in your body? Perhaps my behavior really was improper. Surely you’ve cooled down by now?”

Liu Zhaoran kept her usual soft, warm tone, though a hint of coldness seeped through her eyes. Her bitten collarbone hurt, hurt so much she could barely sustain the disguise she wore so habitually. She had been careless and negligent, forgetting that even the stupidest lion would bite when cornered.

She looked at Song Nanyin pressing down on her and disliked this feeling of being at another’s mercy.

“Cooled down? You think I’m simply angry? Liu Zhaoran, you bastard. You damned woman. You damned Black-Hearted Lotus.” Song Nanyin growled, but aside from these, she couldn’t manage to say anything harsher.

Looking at Liu Zhaoran lying beneath her, finding no trace of panic on her face, Song Nanyin suddenly felt utterly defeated, and another, more extreme thought arose in her heart.

If Liu Zhaoran didn’t think she had done anything wrong, then why couldn’t Song Nanyin humiliate her the same way? At this thought, the look in Song Nanyin’s eyes toward Liu Zhaoran changed.

In truth, the scent of this person around her hadn’t faded at all. It was only that in that instant, her strength had suddenly been called back by her rage. Why… why could Liu Zhaoran treat her like that and yet remain so calm, like a bystander who could extract herself at any moment?

This damned woman had obviously discovered her secret, and she still pushed her around like this.

Damn it. She wanted to bite her. Even though she already had…

The more Song Nanyin thought, the more wronged she felt. Her nose ached so sharply it seemed tears would spill at any second. But crying at a time like this would be too shameful. To cover it up, Song Nanyin simply buried her head in Liu Zhaoran’s neck again.

Liu Zhaoran had expected to be bitten once more, but this time Song Nanyin didn’t bite. Instead, she licked.

The woman’s soft, wet tongue grazed across the tender flesh of her neck. The skin there was so fine that any slight touch was magnified without limit, extremely sensitive. And for Liu Zhaoran, whose neck lay close to her scent gland opening, the sensitivity was several times more acute than an ordinary person’s.

A fine layer of goosebumps rose over the surface of her skin, and the scent gland opening at the back of her neck burned with a scorching heat. This feeling was not unfamiliar to Liu Zhaoran.

Because of Omega’s “heaven-blessed” physiology, they had a heat cycle that Alphas and Betas did not. As the name suggested, during the monthly heat cycle, the scent gland opening at the back of an Omega’s neck would gape and contract violently, releasing their most alluring and concentrated pheromones.

This period was not Liu Zhaoran’s heat cycle, and she didn’t think she could be affected by Song Nanyin’s such faint pheromones to the point of bringing her heat on early. But the feeling of being licked by her was very pleasant, like a feather lightly skimming the fine, raised pores on the surface of her skin, delivering a pleasure that seeped into the marrow of her bones.

This pleasure came subtly and strangely. At least until this moment, Liu Zhaoran had believed she had no sexual desire for Song Nanyin at all. Whether Song Nanyin was a woman or an Alpha, she ran contrary to Liu Zhaoran’s preferences.

But at this very moment, the skin Song Nanyin had licked burned like a ball of fire. The tongue had left a wet, slippery trail along its path, yet she felt it scorching.

The clock in the room ticked, sitting silently at seven in the evening, the junction where afternoon formally handed over to night, signaling that the day had completely ended and night was raising its curtain.

The irises on the balcony, ruffled by the wind, stretched their leaves and branches with a fine, rustling whisper. Neon lights and streetlights came on; beneath them, fine dust spun in the air, round and round, cycle after cycle, ceaseless and alive.

“Team Leader Song, what are you… mm…” Liu Zhaoran tried to speak, but the woman pressed her palm over her lips, keeping her from making another sound. The licking at her neck went on. Song Nanyin turned her head aside, slid down to the back of her neck, and licked the same spot again and again.

There. That was the most lethal place: the scent gland opening, the most sensitive and untouchable spot of all.

The woman on top of her was burning hot. When their skin pressed together, it felt like touching a cup that had just held hot tea. Liu Zhaoran could clearly feel Song Nanyin’s full breasts squeezed against her own, soft, springy, and firm, their nipples rubbing against each other, seeming to strike up a few sparks with every grind.

And below, the woman’s erect little member pressed against her thigh. It rubbed gently against her through the somewhat rough cotton-linen trousers, its heat ironing through the fabric onto her skin. When it finally drew away, her thigh might well be left with a red mark.

Before today, Liu Zhaoran had deliberately shielded the back of her neck from everyone, protecting her scent gland opening. It was an Omega’s instinct, a way to keep themselves from being coerced, from being marked.

But now, with her scent gland opening being licked by the only Alpha in this world, Liu Zhaoran didn’t feel the oppression she should have felt.

“Black-Hearted Lotus, serves you right. This is what you… what you deserve.” Song Nanyin mumbled, treating everything happening now entirely as her retaliation against the woman. Tears blurring her eyes, she licked the back of Liu Zhaoran’s neck again and again on instinct.

That was where Liu Zhaoran’s scent was strongest. Song Nanyin couldn’t explain it; she only felt that this spot on Liu Zhaoran was extraordinarily special.

There was clearly nothing there, yet she could always smell the faint fragrance seeping out of it. Licking like this still didn’t seem like enough. The best thing would be to bite down hard and suck out all the scents hidden in that body of hers.

So fragrant… she wanted to take a bite.

Chaotic thoughts crashed blindly about in her mind, and Song Nanyin almost forgot how to write the word “self-control.” She pressed down slightly, lightly biting with her canine teeth at the nape she had licked countless times.

It didn’t break the skin. It didn’t hurt, either. It even felt a little itchy.

She felt that after her light bite, the scent belonging to Liu Zhaoran around her grew even denser.

The grass-smoke scent, mingled with the cucumber fragrance of Liu Zhaoran’s shampoo, coiled around Song Nanyin’s nose, soaking into every particle of the air.

“Team Leader Song… ah… I… ah… it hurts a bit. Please… don’t bite me…” Liu Zhaoran panted softly, her ordinarily calm voice losing pitch, her breathing disordered.

She hadn’t expected the stimulation at her scent gland opening to be so intense. Song Nanyin had only grazed it so lightly, and she had already leaked such a flood of pheromones beyond her control. It was as if her Omega body had been thoroughly awakened at this moment.

A swelling heat spread through her body, her lower abdomen twitched, and an unusually obvious physical reaction arose. Liu Zhaoran found it novel. Asking herself honestly, she didn’t dislike being treated this way by Song Nanyin; she had vaguely accepted these touches and light bites.

Liu Zhaoran was no stranger to sex. She knew which parts of her body were sensitive and what rhythms and touches she would prefer.

Song Nanyin was not her type in any respect. Every sensation she brought her now was novel and unfamiliar. And yet her body, touched by Song Nanyin, responded with exceptional intensity.

The place between her legs, wrapped in her underwear, was strangely wet, and the dormant scent gland opening throbbed hard beneath the stimulation. Others had stimulated the same spot before, but no one had brought sensation as intense as Song Nanyin’s, and none had gotten her into the mood faster than her own touch.

If she had merely been abstaining for too long, that would be one thing. But she had clearly taken care of her physical needs before this. Precisely because of that, her current sensitivity was all the more abnormal.

It was as if she greatly enjoyed Song Nanyin’s touch.

The foolish lion on top of her grew more and more unruly. Her scalding hands impatiently tore Liu Zhaoran’s top away, and her trousers were also pulled off in the chaos. Because she was too hasty and used too much force, many red marks were left on Liu Zhaoran’s delicate skin, making her look as if she had been ravaged in some special way, lending her a ruined sort of beauty.

“Team Leader Song… mm… no…” Liu Zhaoran tried to push her away. She did so entirely because she was driven by thoughts of what she “should” do.

She shouldn’t appear too submissive, and so she voiced refusal. This, in turn, would stoke Song Nanyin’s possessiveness. But in reality, Liu Zhaoran felt exceptionally excited right now. Both her body and the nerves of her brain delighted in this unfamiliar, wholly novel intimacy.

Would sex with Song Nanyin feel good? Liu Zhaoran wondered, parting her legs with feigned nonchalance so that Song Nanyin could press even closer.

Song Nanyin didn’t notice Liu Zhaoran’s little move and was even secretly pleased by the other woman’s resistance. She reached down and touched between Liu Zhaoran’s legs. To her surprise, her hand came away with a palmful of wet, clear fluid. Song Nanyin was stunned for a moment, then rubbed the liquid between her fingertips. As a woman herself, she naturally knew what this fluid meant.

But… wasn’t Liu Zhaoran a straight woman? Why was she wet? Why had she soaked her underwear like this?

Naturally, Song Nanyin’s movements couldn’t escape Liu Zhaoran’s notice. Liu Zhaoran raised her head, met Song Nanyin’s meaningful gaze, and couldn’t help turning her head slightly to dodge it.

Liu Zhaoran had done this on purpose, because she knew all too well what Song Nanyin wanted to see at this moment. Since the other woman wanted to see it, she didn’t mind playing her part in this amusing game.

Liu Zhaoran kept her head turned, lightly biting her lower lip, looking somewhat fragile and at a loss. Her reaction was, of course, exactly what satisfied Song Nanyin most. She knew Liu Zhaoran must be terrified, and utterly ashamed.

Black-Hearted Lotus, always saying I was the one who got wet. Now that she was the one being touched by me, wasn’t she wet too?

At that thought, Song Nanyin worked even harder. She left Liu Zhaoran’s nape with lingering reluctance, her tongue tracing the curve of her neck downward to her chest.

Liu Zhaoran wasn’t wearing a bra. With the sweater off, her upper body lay plainly bare. This was the first time Song Nanyin had seen this person’s body, and it seemed somewhat different from what she had imagined.

Her nipples showed an unusual red, like fresh, plump cherries, thoroughly ripe, beckoning to be plucked, to be swallowed in one bite.

Song Nanyin discovered that Liu Zhaoran’s figure was indeed very good. Not the voluptuous type, but good in a way completely different from her own. In clothes she looked slim and tall; with her clothes off, her B-cup breasts looked sexy too.

Those rounded half-circles stood pert and firm, the crimson nipples swaying with her breathing, flaunting themselves before Song Nanyin’s eyes. Song Nanyin couldn’t take it; she felt that this wicked woman Liu Zhaoran was provoking her even with her nipples. She opened her mouth, took that nipple in and sucked, licking around it in circle after circle.

Liu Zhaoran hadn’t expected Song Nanyin to do such a thing for “revenge.” At the same time, the subtle sensations on her body felt wonderful beyond measure. The fluid spilling from between her legs trickled and flowed, the sensation distinct, even a little itchy.

Her underwear was soaked through and clung to her private parts. That feeling was indeed not very comfortable.

Song Nanyin licked with great effort, nearly forgetting her original purpose. She held it in her mouth, sucked, then bit a little harder, until she had bullied that nipple red and glistening, before shifting her attack to the other side.

Only when both nipples had become pert and erect, crimson as if painted with red rouge, did she let them go. Song Nanyin used her lips and tongue as her weapons of torment, taking her revenge in the way she thought best.

“Mm… hah…” Liu Zhaoran’s panting grew heavier, and her once-clear gaze gradually blurred and clouded. She knew it was Song Nanyin touching her, playing with her nipples, yet her body felt more sensation than it ever had before.

She wanted to make love. With whom? With that foolish woman pressing down on her at this moment.

In her mind, Liu Zhaoran imagined what Song Nanyin would do next. She would pull off her underwear, touch her wet center, rub her sensitive, trembling clitoris, and give her a blissful clitoral orgasm.

And yet… not one of Liu Zhaoran’s imagined scenarios came true.

At that moment, Song Nanyin pulled away and ran back to her own room, without even putting on a single piece of clothing. Liu Zhaoran listened to the sounds coming from over there: a suitcase being dragged across the floor.

Gradually, Liu Zhaoran realized a fact: Song Nanyin had fled midway. After making her wet, she had simply left like that. And the restraint on her wrists still hadn’t been undone.

It was the first time she had been toyed with like this, and Liu Zhaoran thought she would be angry, would be furious. But in reality, the curve tugging at the corner of her mouth was a smile. Lying in bed, she gently pressed her damp thighs together; thinking of the cowering way Song Nanyin had fled just now, the corners of her lips lifted once more.