The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 40

Here to Play With You?

Fool, What Are You Afraid Of?

Though her pheromones had soothed her comfortably, she hadn’t been thoroughly comforted—something was still missing in her heart.

            

Unable to mark each other, Jiang Youwan was obsessively determined to leave a mark on her.

A dark red strawberry mark—so obscenely suggestive.

The moment her neck was bitten, Jiang Jinyi’s already unsettled heartbeat was instantly pushed into overload. She wanted to combust on the spot from shame, her body temperature now hotter than Jiang Youwan’s, who was in the middle of her heat.

            

“What are you doing…” Too embarrassed to even raise her voice, she started pushing her away. Jiang Youwan lifted her gaze and looked at her with wounded eyes—innocent and hazy, still utterly irrational, controlled by her heat.

Jiang Jinyi’s heart softened at once.

She was an omega too. She had experienced heat without suppressants before and knew what it felt like, so she could only indulge Jiang Youwan as she pressed close once more.

            

An indulged omega only grew greedier. Jiang Youwan caught Jiang Jinyi’s hand, gazing at her with eyes like silk threads—every bit the image of a wicked woman about to lead an innocent little white rabbit into unknown delights.

A bad jiejie who specialized in leading people astray.

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Jiang Jinyi let her movements happen in a daze, then startled suddenly, yanking her hand back, her face exploding red as she rolled over.

The distance between her and Jiang Youwan widened in an instant—she was about to fall off the bed.

No, no…

            

That kind of thing was only for couples. Jiang Youwan wasn’t in her right mind right now; she couldn’t take advantage of someone’s vulnerability.

No.

“Fool… what are you afraid of?” Jiang Youwan’s beautiful voice came from behind her. Jiang Jinyi didn’t dare move, didn’t dare speak, even wanted to flee.

            

“Be good, I won’t tease you anymore. Come closer to jiejie, I want your pheromones…”

Jiang Youwan embraced her from behind. This time she was much better behaved, simply pressing her cheek against the nape of her neck, eyes closed quietly.

It took a long while for Jiang Jinyi to calm down. She thought that Jiang Youwan was truly careless—not even remembering her own heat, not preparing any suppressants. She decided that to prevent this from happening next time, she would help her remember her heat cycle.

            

With that thought, Jiang Jinyi suddenly recalled that her own heat was also approaching—just a few days away. That was why she had been affected by Jiang Youwan’s pheromones during her heat, why she had reacted that way.

So that was it.

Jiang Jinyi breathed a sigh of relief.

            

She had found herself a flawless excuse: it wasn’t because she had any special feelings for Jiang Youwan that she reacted—it was because her own heat was about to come.

With that thought, she felt much more at ease. The restlessness in the air gradually settled. The person in her arms seemed to have fallen asleep, and everything grew calm. Drowsiness swept over her too, and she closed her eyes.

The two fell asleep in each other’s arms, intimately close.

            

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In Jiang Jinyi’s memory, the summer break five years ago was the longest her mother had ever been away on a business trip. A third of the summer had already passed before news of her confirmed return finally arrived.

Naturally, she was happy to hear her mother was coming home, but also a little annoyed—her heart heavy, something suspended in her chest that she just couldn’t settle.

To put it plainly, she simply didn’t trust Jiang Youwan that much yet. She was afraid that Jiang Youwan had been enduring humiliation all along, only pretending to be obedient on the surface, waiting until their mother came home to tell her everything—how she had bullied her all those days.

            

Jiang Jinyi herself knew how terribly she had treated Jiang Youwan back then, training her like a dog. If her mother found out, she didn’t know what her mother would think of her.

Jiang Jinyi regretted it. But if she could go back in time, she would at most just scold her a few times—she wouldn’t do anything so excessive…

So much so that in the days before Jiang Ningshu’s return, she had no mood to paint at all. When she saw Jiang Youwan, she didn’t deliberately pick fights either, her mind busy calculating how to thoroughly buy her off.

            

One day, she stood outside Jiang Youwan’s room for a long time before finally knocking twice and walking in. Jiang Youwan was sitting in a chair facing the garden outside, eyes closed, as if quietly taking in nature.

Hearing movement, she turned her head, a smile on her face, and said gently, “Miss Jiang.”

“How did you know it was me?” Jiang Jinyi was momentarily puzzled.

            

“Because Miss Jiang smells wonderful.” Jiang Youwan smiled. “Miss Jiang’s pheromones are very distinctive. Very fragrant.”

This pleased Jiang Jinyi immensely. She particularly loved her own pheromones. To be smelled immediately without even releasing them—she must be incredibly fragrant.

Her mood improved at once, and she said proudly, “Of course I know I smell wonderful.”

            

After all, she was an SS-class omega—only one in a thousand in the entire country.

Come to think of it, she seemed to recall that the woman before her was also an SS-class omega. If their pheromones were compared, whose would be more fragrant?

She rarely had close contact with her, and the few times she had were under special circumstances where she couldn’t properly savor it. Jiang Youwan also always kept her pheromones well hidden, so to this day she still hadn’t determined what her pheromones smelled like.

            

“Did Miss Jiang need something?” Seeing her remain silent, Jiang Youwan asked.

“Of course I have business. What, did you think I came to play with you?”

“I thought Miss Jiang was coming to bully me again.” Jiang Youwan smiled, pressing her lips together. “Playing isn’t out of the question, though. It’s just that I can’t see, so I don’t know what I could play with Miss Jiang.”

            

Hearing the word “bully,” Jiang Jinyi’s eyelid twitched. She didn’t know if it was her imagination, but she felt like Jiang Youwan knew exactly what she was afraid of.

Being read like that was an awful feeling.

She gritted her teeth. “I’m not wasting words with you. Mother is coming back tomorrow. Didn’t you want to be my model? As long as you swear to heaven that you won’t tell on me, I’ll let you be my model.”

            

At this, Jiang Youwan seemed pleasantly surprised, saying softly, “Even if Miss Jiang didn’t agree, I wouldn’t tell on her. I already said so last time, didn’t I? The one I want to please is the Little Mistress of this household.”

The words “Little Mistress” rolled off Jiang Youwan’s tongue beautifully, carrying a hint of doting tenderness—gentle and completely unthreatening.

Coaxing and coaxing, not knowing how to make the Little Mistress believe her.

            

Jiang Jinyi: “Hmph. You talk sweeter than you sing.”

Jiang Youwan’s expression turned somewhat hurt. “What must I do for Miss Jiang to believe me?”

Jiang Jinyi pondered this question for a long time before saying in distress, “I don’t know either.”

            

Jiang Youwan gave a faint smile, stood up from her chair, and took a step, then two, closing the distance between them. She beckoned with her finger. Half-doubting, half-believing, Jiang Jinyi leaned her ear closer. This time she caught Jiang Youwan’s pheromones again, but before she could identify the scent, she heard her whisper mysteriously, “Then how about this? I’ll bully you a little too, and you keep the evidence. If I tell on you to your mother, you can tell on me too. How about that?”

Jiang Jinyi was stunned. Be bullied by her?

“How would you bully me?” she asked blankly. “What do you want to do to me?”

            

How to bully her?

Jiang Youwan beckoned again. She obediently leaned her ear closer once more. Jiang Youwan whispered something, and Jiang Jinyi’s eyes went wide as she immediately cursed, “Bastard!”

Jiang Youwan smiled craftily. “If it’s to match the terrible things Miss Jiang did to me last time, this seems to be the only way.”

            

“Such a wicked trick—if your mother found out, how could she still like me? She’d only feel sorry for you.” Jiang Youwan guided patiently, making perfect sense.

“But… this is too…” Jiang Jinyi was still hesitant, brow furrowed, not knowing what to do.

Jiang Youwan asked directly, “So, when is Miss Jiang’s heat?”

            

“…In two days.”

After thinking it over, Jiang Jinyi agreed to Jiang Youwan’s proposal.

If Jiang Youwan bullied her too, then it would be mutual destruction—neither would have anything to fear.

            

Jiang Jinyi’s heat usually came at night. Because she feared pain and needles, she used expensive suppressant pills—they were sweet, not bitter, and she didn’t resist them. The servants would prepare them a day in advance and have her take them early. This time, however, she didn’t take them, following Jiang Youwan’s plan instead.

After nine in the evening, when the servants had gone home, Jiang Jinyi had been painting in the art studio. As she painted, she felt her body gradually growing hot—a certain sensation burning inside her, growing stronger and stronger. She knew: her heat had arrived.

The feeling was unbearable—not like an ordinary cold or fever, but the instinctive craving for sex, a sensation that grew more intense with age. Jiang Jinyi couldn’t stand it, but she didn’t rummage through the cabinets. Instead, she ran downstairs.

            

Jiang Youwan knew she would come, so she sat on the sofa waiting. Hearing hurried footsteps, she tilted her head, the corner of her mouth curving slightly.

Following her came the rich, lovely scent of hyacinth.

She was in heat.

            

Still clinging to reason, she ran up to Jiang Youwan and said urgently, face flushed, “Did you take my suppressant pills? Give them to me, quick!”

This was the script they had rehearsed.

Jiang Youwan wasn’t about to hand them over so easily. She only smiled. “How do you know I took your suppressant pills?”

            

Jiang Jinyi’s reactions grew more intense, her mind growing hazy. Still trying to recall their rehearsed lines, she stammered, “It was you—no one in this house would dare treat me like this. Only you, you bad woman, would dare. Give me back my suppressant pills, or—or I’ll make you regret it…”

Jiang Youwan couldn’t help but laugh, leaning back against the sofa and crossing her arms, looking entirely in control. “Make me regret what? Kiddo, don’t be so cocky. Right now, you’re the one begging me.”

This was their rehearsed line, and Jiang Jinyi knew it, but the physical torment was real. She was suffering terribly now, feeling desire erode her brain bit by bit. She couldn’t care less about acting anymore—she grabbed Jiang Youwan’s wrist. “I’m not acting anymore. Just give me the suppressant pills, quick…”

            

Hearing Jiang Jinyi’s voice grow increasingly tremulous and weak, the vengeful satisfaction in Jiang Youwan’s heart swelled. She rather enjoyed this feeling—Eldest Miss Jiang now entirely in her hands. How could she let her off so easily?

“Xiao Jin, kiddo—beg me. Beg me and I’ll consider giving them to you.” Jiang Youwan’s originally gentle tone turned wicked, mimicking what Jiang Jinyi had said to her in the art studio that day, throwing it right back at her.

Jiang Jinyi froze, then cursed loudly, “Bastard!!”

            

Jiang Youwan noticed that this eldest miss seemed to only know how to call people “bastard”—the filthiest word to leave her mouth was just that. Compared to the vulgar things she used to say, it had no effect on her at all. She found it rather adorable.

Seeing Jiang Youwan ignore her protests, Jiang Jinyi climbed right onto her, straddling her lap, frantically rummaging through her pockets to find the suppressant pills.

The reason Jiang Jinyi had agreed to this plan was because she had never imagined what heat without suppressants would feel like. She’d thought it would just make her body warm, like a fever—she hadn’t expected it to be incomparably worse.

            

Jiang Jinyi rummaged desperately over her, on the verge of breaking down. “Ugh, give it to me, give me back my suppressant pills, you bastard! Big bastard!”

The hyacinth scent in the air was overwhelmingly thick. Now that Jiang Jinyi had thrown herself onto her, the fragrance was even more intense. Jiang Youwan had anticipated she might be affected, so she had applied a suppressant patch to the back of her neck in advance, blocking her pheromones so that this bad kid’s pheromones couldn’t disrupt her.

One was a wretched mess, the other perfectly composed. Though Jiang Youwan couldn’t see her face, that vengeful satisfaction delighted her. She remained unmoved, letting Jiang Jinyi search and cry and curse her as a bastard however she pleased, with no intention of softening.

            

Except that being this close, at such intimate distance, still made her somewhat at a loss.

Having searched every pocket and found nothing, Jiang Jinyi—facing this situation for the first time—quickly couldn’t hold on anymore. Tears spilled out, her mind losing reason. No longer wanting to find suppressant pills, she followed instinct instead, nuzzling into Jiang Youwan’s neck, drawn to that faintest trace of pheromone scent, trying to tear off the suppressant patch on the back of her neck to get more pheromones.

Jiang Youwan frowned and immediately pushed her away. Caught off guard, Jiang Jinyi tumbled to the floor, but the soft carpet cushioned her fall—she felt no pain.

            

Jiang Youwan stood up. Jiang Jinyi propped herself up and clung to her leg, holding onto the only thing that could give her comfort. She looked up with tear-filled eyes, nothing left in them but desire. “Ugh, jiejie, stop bullying me, I want, I want…”

Jiejie?

Jiang Youwan’s heart trembled slightly. She immediately held herself in check, looking down from above. “Want what?”

            

“Want, want…” Want what? Jiang Jinyi didn’t know either. She cried in frustration, large tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she rubbed her face against Jiang Youwan’s trouser leg.

She really felt like she was going to die.

Jiang Youwan was silent for a moment, remembering how last time Jinyi had put a collar on her and threatened to abandon her by the roadside. What a bad kid. She returned those threats to her verbatim, saying in a teasing tone:

            

“Did you know? There are a lot of people outside right now. If you want me to save you, then beg me. Say ‘please, jiejie,’ or else I’ll throw you out and let everyone see you as you are now.”

Hearing this, Jiang Jinyi was genuinely frightened and clutched her leg even tighter, truly afraid she would throw her out. Her mind couldn’t process anything—whatever Jiang Youwan said, she obediently repeated, crying as she spoke: “Jiejie, jiejie, jiejie don’t throw me out, jiejie save me, boo hoo hoo…”

“Good girl.” Satisfied, Jiang Youwan bent down, reached up to ruffle her hair, and produced a pill from somewhere. Stroking her head and cheek, she fed it into her mouth like dog kibble.

            

Once the suppressant pill was in her system, Jiang Jinyi gradually went limp, releasing Jiang Youwan’s leg and collapsing onto the blanket. Her eyes were vacant, tears still trailing down her cheeks, her face flushed red—a pitiful, heart-rending sight.

But Jiang Youwan couldn’t see.

The surveillance camera had recorded everything. Now Jiang Jinyi truly had evidence of Jiang Youwan bullying her—no need to fear Jiang Youwan telling on her to Mother anymore.

            

If anyone was going to tell, they could both tell.

After a while, Jiang Youwan helped her up from the blanket onto the sofa, poured her a glass of warm water, and coaxed, “Be good, drink some water to rehydrate. You cried so many tears just now.”

What a delicate omega, bullied to tears so easily.

            

Jiang Jinyi’s head was spinning. She did whatever she was told, taking the water and gulping it down, still sniffling.

It was too pitiful.

Suddenly she choked, turning her head aside and coughing violently.

            

Jiang Youwan quickly patted her back, coaxing gently, “Slower, don’t drink so fast…”

She had returned to her gentle and docile demeanor, as if the person who had just bullied Jiang Jinyi wasn’t her at all.

The coughing fit cleared Jiang Jinyi’s head considerably. Remembering her earlier humiliation, she turned to glare furiously at Jiang Youwan. Feeling tears about to spill again, she wiped them away, sniffled, and yelled at her, “Big bastard!”

            

My, how fierce.

Jiang Youwan said innocently, “I didn’t really want to bully Miss Jiang. It was all to complete the task. There now—Miss Jiang doesn’t need to worry about me telling your mother anymore. What I did was far worse than what you did. I’m the one who should be disliked by Mother.”

“The surveillance recorded everything. If Miss Jiang wants to retaliate, she can take the footage to Mother. Maybe she’ll get angry and kick me out. So let’s not fuss anymore, hmm?”

            

Jiang Youwan made so much sense that Jiang Jinyi’s anger evaporated at once. She gave a silly little laugh, as if she’d already forgotten her earlier grievance, and declared cockily, “Just you wait. Mother comes home tomorrow.”

“Mm-hm.”

After all that commotion, Jiang Jinyi woke especially late the next day—nearly noon—roused by a servant who told her that Chairman Jiang had returned.

            

Hearing this, Jiang Jinyi immediately bounced out of bed. She didn’t even have time to wash up before rushing downstairs, where she spotted two people sitting on the sofa from afar.

Jiang Ningshu was lounging on the sofa with her legs crossed, and sitting upright across from her was Jiang Youwan.

Jiang Jinyi’s heart sank—that bad woman had beaten her to it!

            

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The author has something to say:

Jiejie: Actually, I’m quite the grudge-holder.

Xiao Jin: QAQ

            

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