Chapter 2

Xi Keqing clamped her mouth shut.

The mouth that had been chattering so animatedly just moments ago, asking the woman what she wanted her to do, had inexplicably fallen silent. Even her boastful claim that she could do anything got stuck halfway, a jumbled mess.

She felt very strange.

It wasn't that she didn't want to speak; rather, every time she opened her mouth, her saliva threatened to dribble down.

It was utterly bizarre. When she was far from the woman, everything was fine. But the closer she got, the more her saliva began to flow uncontrollably.

Not only her mouth, but her stomach was also rumbling loudly.

Even when human food hadn't been filling, she'd never had her stomach growl after a meal.

And the rumbling was growing louder with each passing moment. The woman might even hear it—how embarrassing!

It would ruin her perfect image as a superstar.

Yet she couldn't deny that the woman emitted a very alluring scent. Not the scent of pheromones, but another, indescribable fragrance.

It was sweet and lingering, clinging to her nostrils and making her feel increasingly ravenous.

Succubi are demons, yes, but they're not supposed to eat humans. How could she feel such a primal urge to consume a person?

This shouldn't be happening.

Could she be so starved that she was hallucinating?

Xi Keqing turned away, staring at the water bottle in her hand, unable to make sense of it. She unscrewed the cap, set it down, and turned back to look at the woman still sitting in the wheelchair by the bed.

She had already pushed the woman to the edge of the large bed, followed her instructions to fold back the blanket at an angle that made it easy to slip underneath, retrieved the hotel pajamas, and opened the water bottle.

Finally, it seemed the only Omega left in the room was still seated in the wheelchair, with nothing left for her to do.

She swallowed hard, her voice coming out in a rush. "I'm ready."

As her gaze fell upon the Omega, the woman's face grew even redder, and a hint of allure seemed to cling to her cold, beautiful features. She was stunningly clear, yet the effect was mysteriously intoxicating.

It was as if the room's suffocating concentration of pheromones had taken on a physical form, thickening between them and radiating a tangible substance called desire.

The Omega met her eyes. "Want to bite?"

Her voice was soft, stripped of its earlier coldness, and sounded like deliberate seduction.

Xi Keqing didn't react. "What?"

The woman's gaze drifted down to her lips, which had unconsciously tightened to swallow. Then her eyes rose again. "Bite me. Mark me."

Her tone was natural, as if she were asking Xi Keqing to twist open a water bottle, just as she had moments before.

But Xi Keqing knew this was entirely different.

She understood what "marking" meant. It was an intimate act between Alphas and Omegas during rut or heat, greatly alleviating the discomfort of their special periods.

This was only a temporary mark. A full mark would signify complete union, representing trust and possession—an act reserved for Alphas and Omegas who knew and cared for each other.

But she was a succubus, not a true Alpha. She lacked the Alpha gland and pheromones, making her incapable of truly marking an Omega.

Moreover, the Omega before her was a stranger. How could she engage in such an intimate act with a stranger?

This was wrong.

Even now, her mouth watered uncontrollably, as if she truly wanted to bite and taste that seemingly delicious, sweet scent.

But this was wrong.

Even succubi had their own principles.

Xi Keqing shook her head rapidly.

The woman's reaction drew Xi Keqing's curiosity.

"Hmm?"

Her voice was still soft, but it made Xi Keqing's ears tingle again.

Xi Keqing suppressed the urge to scratch her ear and nodded firmly. "Yes, you shouldn't bite people randomly."

The woman seemed to freeze for a moment before speaking again. "I'm not biting randomly. I'm helping you."

The woman was clearly struggling to stay conscious, her soft voice laced with barely suppressed gasps.

Despite her condition, she showed no signs of weakening. Her back remained straight, and her gaze was fixed on Xi Keqing. "You said I could do anything."

"Help me."

The tone was so certain, it almost sounded like a command.

Xi Keqing didn't find anything wrong with the request itself, but she hesitated again.

She had indeed said those words, even if they had been cut short earlier. She had spoken them to the woman.

Demons shouldn't go back on their word, right?

In her hesitation, she heard the woman say again, "Help me up."

Compared to pondering the ethics of the situation, this task was much simpler.

Xi Keqing's hesitation vanished instantly. She quickly leaned over the wheelchair. "I'm going to lift you now!"

Seeing the woman nod, Xi Keqing reached for her shoulders and the backs of her knees, lifting her into her arms.

The woman felt surprisingly light, her beautiful legs indeed lacking any strength.

Her body, however, was warm and soft, leaning against Xi Keqing's chest.

Xi Keqing's heart began to race inexplicably, and her stomach rumbled repeatedly.

The closer they were, the more distinct the woman's scent became—a fragrance so hunger-inducing it made her mouth water.

But the rumbling was so embarrassing; her face flushed crimson.

She carefully lowered the woman onto the bed, desperate to release her and protect her stomach and her precarious reputation.

Yet the woman didn't loosen her grip on Xi Keqing's neck. Her slender arm pressed Xi Keqing's head down, forcing their eyes to meet, their hot breaths intertwining.

The beautiful face was suddenly inches away, the pungent aroma of juniper so overwhelming it nearly masked the delicate scent of iris behind it.

Xi Keqing's head spun, her senses overwhelmed by the woman's stunning proximity.

The woman said, "You're doing so well. Aren't you going to continue?"

Xi Keqing froze, her face wrinkling with hesitation.

The woman added, "Don't you want to help me?"

Xi Keqing's face twisted even more. She shook her head slowly, still hesitant.

The woman's voice deepened, clearly seductive. "That's fine. It doesn't matter. You're just doing a good deed. You don't have to hold back, and neither do I."

"Is that alright?"

Xi Keqing's principles seemed to be crumbling, and before her, the Omega appeared to see through everything.

The sweet scent in Xi Keqing's nostrils grew sharper.

She gazed into those light amber eyes, at the faint blush at the corners of her eyes, and suddenly asked, "My name is Xi Keqing. What's yours?"

The obsidian-like eyes sparkled, radiating hesitant anticipation.

Clearly, the woman had succeeded in persuading her.

After a moment, the woman's red lips parted slightly. "Gu Yizhen."

"Gu Yizhen."

Xi Keqing whispered the name back, her face now etched with the effort of thinking deeply.

She couldn't guess which words it was.

Even less did she know that this name was known to every elite family in Beicheng. At just twenty-six years old, she was already the "Young President Gu" of the Gu Group, a figure everyone respected and feared.

Just as Xi Keqing's expression made Gu Yizhen think she'd been recognized, Xi Keqing smiled. "It's a really beautiful name."

She looked at Gu Yizhen seriously. "Now we can say we know each other."

Not strangers anymore.

So, she could ask for help!

Wait, no.

Xi Keqing's smile vanished abruptly. "Ah, but I don't have any pheromones."

Beneath her, Gu Yizhen continued to stare into her eyes, clearly not believing her.

Even though the overpowering scents of juniper and iris filled the room, at such close range, Gu Yizhen could clearly smell the faint, sweet fragrance of strawberry candy on the Alpha.

But whether it was an excuse or something else, the situation had reached this point. Gu Yizhen had no intention of giving up.

On the omega's slender, pale nape, the small gland had swollen noticeably, a clear sign of the omega's dwindling self-restraint.

Xi Keqing took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and leaned forward, her lips approaching the delicate curve of the neck.

She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, but her lips were surprisingly gentle as they touched the swollen gland.

The omega's skin burned with an astonishing heat, causing Xi Keqing's tightly closed eyelids to tremble slightly.

She tentatively parted her lips and took a light bite.

The tip of her tooth carefully pierced the thin skin of the swollen gland, and a surge of omega pheromones gushed out.

But then came the part where an alpha should have injected their own pheromones, and Xi Keqing was helpless.

Though she knew about "marking," she wasn't a true alpha and had no idea how to do it.

Gu Yizhen had taught her all of this.

Xi Keqing followed Gu Yizhen's instructions step by step, only snapping back to reality when she could go no further.

Her mouth was already filled with the cold, sweet scent of pheromones, enveloped in the rich aroma of juniper and iris.

Xi Keqing froze in astonishment.

As their lips, teeth, and glands met, a peculiar sensation spread from the tip of Xi Keqing's tongue into her stomach.

It was like a tiny sliver of fullness, but it was the first time in three years that her starving stomach had felt the tangible reality of eating.

W-what is this?

I can eat?!

Unconsciously, she gently closed her teeth, pressing against the small gland. The Omega in her arms trembled slightly, and Xi Keqing opened her eyes.

One, then the other.

Still holding Gu Yizhen's nape in her mouth, she mumbled, "Are you done yet?"

Even through her muffled voice, her reluctance was palpable.

Of course, her actions had already demonstrated her reluctance. Her mouth had shifted from biting to sucking, greedily draining the fragile gland for the sustenance that would fill her stomach.

Gu Yizhen noticed, but she didn't stop her. After this experience, she had come to the clear realization that the Alpha hadn't been lying.

This Alpha had no pheromones.

Yet she could still approach Gu Yizhen, bite her gland, and swallow her pheromones.

She could do what no one else could.

Long, thick lashes slowly fell as she said, "Not yet."

Xi Keqing, dazed and confused, burrowed into Gu Yizhen's embrace.

Kisses, licks, caresses.

The scent glands on the back of her neck, her flushed, panting lips, the tiny mole over her heart, her full, firm breasts—Xi Keqing's large eyes sparkled with increasing adoration as she gazed at Gu Yizhen.

Every touch Gu Yizhen taught her carried the aroma of food.

Sweet and fragrant, the taste of food.

Gu Yizhen could create food!

Gu Yizhen was a goddess!

As Xi Keqing kissed and touched here and there, her empty stomach filled with sustenance, yet the hunger only sharpened, leaving her insatiable.

Beneath her lips, Gu Yizhen's breathing grew increasingly erratic, then suddenly stilled, followed by ragged gasps.

Simultaneously, the fullness in Xi Keqing's stomach felt more substantial than before.

But after that solid sensation, it faded again, becoming faint once more.

Xi Keqing pulled away slightly from Gu Yizhen's chest and couldn't resist smacking her lips. Suddenly, she caught a completely different, thick fragrance.

The scent of food.

She glanced around cautiously and pointed downward. "Um... something's leaking. May I lick it?"

Gu Yizhen's breathing steadied slightly. Following Xi Keqing's gesture, she glanced over and said calmly, "I won't feel anything."

Xi Keqing blinked and nodded, then shifted closer.

If the god didn't refuse, then it was allowed.

Xi Keqing's traitorous tears were already threatening to spill from her mouth, her determination to eat until she was full unwavering.

So fragrant.

Even before tasting it, Xi Keqing was already dizzy with the aroma.

She carefully leaned forward, her lips touching that soft spot. Sweet, rich juice immediately flooded her tongue.

A genuine sense of fullness also settled on her tongue.

Xi Keqing's tears fell in an instant, without warning or preparation.

So, so delicious!

This is what a proper meal should taste like!

Large, round tears splattered down. Even though Gu Yizhen felt nothing, she couldn't ignore Xi Keqing's sudden, strange behavior.

She propped herself up on an arm and looked over, her voice husky. "What's wrong?"

Xi Keqing looked up, her obsidian eyes glistening with a steady stream of tears.

At Gu Yizhen's question, she opened her mouth and burst into unrestrained sobs.

"Waaah—"

"Waaah—"