The Amnesiac Omega Who Reels Me In Every Day – Chapter 75
by Little PandaHurting Each Other
Fool
Jiang Youwan was like a deep-sea siren, using the most beautiful voice to say the most alluring words, making you know full well there was danger, yet unable to resist drawing closer.
Unable to resist drowning in the sea with her.
A trap, a whirlpool, an abyss you could never climb out of.
“Jiang Youwan, why are you so cheap?”
Facing her enemy, the person she hated most in this life—yet her body was growing a desire that couldn’t be ignored. It made Jiang Jinyi feel humiliated, utterly ashamed.
She could only use the fiercest, most disgusted expression to say the most hurtful things, to cover herself up and to try to drive away the madwoman in front of her.
“Why are you so shameless? You’re despicable, you’re vile! Don’t think this can trap me—I’ll hate you for the rest of my life!”
“Jiang Youwan, you’re a liar. You’re always lying to me, lying to me… Have you ever said a single true word to me?”
“You said you had your reasons, that even when I lost my memory, you’d slowly tell me everything?”
“So you don’t love me. You only love yourself. What are you pretending for?”
But these words had no effect on Jiang Youwan anymore. She only smiled gently, as if watching Xiao Jin throw a tantrum like usual, approaching step by step, saying with a smile: “Xiao Jin is still so naive. Don’t you know that the angrier you get, the stronger your pheromones become?”
“…Cheap.” Jiang Jinyi unleashed every word that could hurt her. “Bitch!”
Jiang Jinyi bit the tip of her tongue hard to hold onto her last shred of reason, grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the door, trying to use her fingerprint to unlock it. But this closeness gave Jiang Youwan the opening—Youwan gripped her hand, then pivoted and forcefully pinned her against the door.
Caught off guard, Jiang Jinyi’s datura floral scent surged to its peak. Jiang Youwan pressed her body tightly against hers, tilted her head up to seal her lips, pried open her teeth, and claimed her breath.
Jiang Youwan was a born controller, a born leader. It was easy for her to manipulate someone, let alone Jiang Jinyi.
Everything she did to Jiang Jinyi was skilled—giving Jinyi the best experience, letting her enjoy the finest things, making it so she wouldn’t think of anyone else, so the only person she could think of, the only person she wanted, was her.
Jiang Youwan felt the shift as Jiang Jinyi went from resisting to no longer resisting—savored the feeling of Jinyi’s arms wrapping around her waist, then turning the tables and pressing her against the door, angrily and fiercely gripping her chin, half-coercing her into a kiss.
Jiang Youwan went soft from the kiss, the corners of her eyes reddening, her hands too weak to do anything but hook loosely around Jiang Jinyi’s neck to keep herself from falling.
The omega had lost all ability to resist. At this moment, whatever Jiang Jinyi did to her, she could only obediently let herself be maneuvered—including using her fingerprint to open that door.
But Jiang Jinyi was once again lured into forgetting everything, as if her very mind was under her control.
She knew she’d been manipulated again. A sense of guilt kept gnawing at her heart. A voice in her head said: Look at what you were just doing—passionately kissing the criminal who killed your mother.
How could she? How could she?
Falling for her again—too absurd, too beyond saving.
Deserving of death a thousand times over.
Jiang Jinyi breathed heavily, her eyes filled with hostility, staring fiercely at the woman before her, as if she would kill her the next second.
Being stared at like this by an SSS-class alpha, Jiang Youwan didn’t feel the slightest fear. Her eyes held a smile of triumphant enjoyment. “Don’t be angry, Xiao Jin. Be good, love your jiejie more. Don’t fight with jiejie. Just forget the past like before, okay?”
Her voice was so seductive it could drip water, her posture exquisitely beautiful, yet Jiang Jinyi felt as if her dignity was being trampled.
Furious beyond all reason, Jiang Jinyi suddenly flipped her around, pressing her face-first against the door, and cursed in her ear: “Cheap woman.”
“Mm…”
Cheap woman—she’d accept it. Xiao Jin could call her anything, insult her however she wanted, as long as she didn’t leave.
She’d long stopped caring about anything else, as long as she was by her side.
Bracing against the wall, Jiang Youwan turned her head to look behind her, thinking with some regret that if she had a cat tail, she’d be even more adorable and charming.
“Cheap.” Jiang Jinyi cursed.
Jiang Youwan wasn’t annoyed. “Our Xiao Jin has quite a talent for dirty talk.”
Jiang Youwan received her marking, her whole body quickly losing strength and about to collapse. Fortunately, the person behind her didn’t leave—had enough conscience to hold her. Jiang Youwan leaned all her weight against her, eyes unfocused, brimming with moisture, infinitely satisfied.
She knew that after marking, Xiao Jin would be incredibly clingy—probably the clingiest alpha in the world. If jiejie left for even a moment, she’d whine and fuss. Little shadow.
“I’ve never met a woman as cheap as you,” Jiang Jinyi cursed in a low voice. Jiang Youwan looked back at her, her fox-like eyes exceedingly moist, her expression radiating an indescribable beauty.
She said in a husky voice: “Of course Xiao Jin has never met one. And Xiao Jin isn’t allowed to meet one. For your whole life, you can only have me…”
“No, I’ll find someone else. I’ll get you thrown in prison, then find someone else, find a normal person, find someone clean and decent!” Even though they’d just done the most intimate thing, her voice was cold enough to freeze.
A sentence full of hatred. Hearing it, Jiang Youwan’s eyes darkened, suddenly turning terrifyingly deep.
Jiang Jinyi really knew how to wound her, saying the things she couldn’t bear to hear.
“Heh…” Jiang Youwan laughed. “Does Xiao Jin think she’s that capable?”
“You can’t even leave jiejie. What are you going to use to send me to prison? Secretly record 100 more audio diaries? Xiao Jin is so naive, so cute…” Jiang Youwan slowly turned around in her arms to face her, hooking her pinky finger around Jinyi’s and shaking it gently, saying without mercy: “Little fool, you’re only fit to stay by jiejie’s side for your whole life…”
“You want to find someone clean and decent?”
“But you see, you’ve already been dirtied by jiejie. Smell yourself—is there anywhere on your body that doesn’t carry jiejie’s scent? Even your pheromones have merged with mine quite a bit.” Jiang Youwan said: “You’re already just as dirty as jiejie.”
“Since you’re just as dirty as jiejie, how could you go find anyone else?”
Just as dirty as her.
How could she not be dirty?
This despicable, shameless woman.
Jiang Jinyi gnashed her teeth in anger, hating her to death. She was right—she really should kill her.
Jiang Youwan hadn’t even recovered yet when Jiang Jinyi dragged her further inside, pulling her onto the bed. Dark, slightly curly long hair covered half her face—she looked wretched.
“Cheap.”
Jiang Jinyi was fierce, far fiercer than before, venting all her resentment, all her hatred, and the pain born of contradiction onto Jiang Youwan.
She hurled endless insults at her, as excessive as could be.
Every time Jiang Youwan said a word pleading for gentleness, it earned her even rougher treatment. She’d become a pure outlet, no longer treated as a lover.
Jiang Jinyi looked at her face—she looked pitiful, biting her lip, luscious, shattered to pieces.
She knew what she was doing, how sinful it was, but she couldn’t stop. She was tormented to madness by this feeling. Tears somehow filled her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
Jiang Youwan saw and, heart aching, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, saying in a hoarse, helpless yet doting voice: “Xiao Jin is still Xiao Jin. Even with her memory back, she’s still a Xiao Kubao1. So cute~”
Jiang Youwan’s voice was somewhat hoarse and weak, but still gentle and pleasant. She was clearly comforting her, yet Jiang Jinyi felt provoked—provoked that she’d cried in front of her again. Angry, in pain.
It was so sad. So incredibly sad, so painful. She wanted to vent all her pain onto Jiang Youwan, but it still hurt.
Jiang Jinyi hated Jiang Youwan, and utterly despised herself in this moment, even wanting to kill herself, yet afraid to face her dead mother.
Before losing consciousness, Jiang Jinyi thought in despair:
Would this life ever get better? Could she ever be happy again?
It seemed there was only darkness left.
No matter what Jiang Youwan did, what she said, how she tried to keep her—it was all useless.
Even if, even if her mother’s death truly wasn’t orchestrated by her, even if it was Su Yi who caused it—her relationship with Su Yi and the fact that she’d once been an undercover agent in the Jiang family couldn’t be washed away.
Mom was the person who loved her most in the world. She couldn’t accept it. She couldn’t accept it…
She and Jiang Youwan could truly never go back to how things were.
Late at night, the sky outside was gray. A sudden rainstorm broke out, accompanied by thunder—perfect sleeping weather. Jiang Youwan propped up her sore, limp body, went to the bathroom, soaked a towel in warm water, and carefully wiped the sweat from the sleeping Jiang Jinyi. Her movements were incredibly gentle. Seeing Jinyi frowning, she gently smoothed the creases away.
She thought Xiao Jin’s sleeping face was beautiful—so sweet, so obedient.
Just completely heartless, falling asleep without a care in the world.
After wiping her clean and covering her with the quilt, Jiang Youwan dragged her exhausted body into the bathroom, gave herself a quick wash, and hurried back to the bedroom—only to find someone even more impatient than her.
The person who’d been sleeping soundly was having none of it now—tossing and turning, frowning, mumbling “jiejie” indistinctly.
What was the point of being so fierce earlier? She was just like before—after marking, the moment jiejie left, she’d come looking.
The Xiao Jin in her dreams was the most honest Xiao Jin.
Jiang Youwan liked this. Her gaze held tenderness tinged with a touch of madness as she slipped back under the covers and pulled the person into her arms.
Jiang Jinyi skillfully found her spot in her embrace—the most comfortable, softest spot.
Jiang Youwan savored the warmth and happiness she could only enjoy now, when the other was asleep, speaking so softly—afraid of accidentally waking her and losing the brief right to coax and hold her.
“Still this clingy? You were so fierce, so why are you clinging to me now?”
Jiang Youwan truly regretted not recording that scene with her phone. Jinyi still loved her—the best proof.
Exhausted from Xiao Jin’s demands, yet somewhat reluctant to sleep.
Her Xiao Jin had finally returned to her side. Whether she loved her or hated her, she didn’t want to experience that pain of loss a second time. She had to guard her well, nurture her well.
As long as she was by her side, as long as she belonged to her alone, that was enough.
At this thought, a bolder idea suddenly came to her.
Complete marking.
Complete marking was a very serious and important matter. Generally, only married partners would undergo complete marking. After complete marking, both parties would carry each other’s marks for life—forever bearing the other’s pheromones, unable to be erased, forever instinctively drawn to each other.
Whether alpha or omega, neither could accept anyone else’s marking ever again.
They could never leave each other again.
Unless one party had their gland removed and became a beta—only then would all of this cease to take effect.
Also, with complete marking, the omega’s pregnancy rate would reach 50%. The higher the rank, the higher the pregnancy rate.
Jiang Youwan thought: right now, with only a temporary mark, Xiao Jin was this clingy. What would happen with complete marking? Would she turn into a little sugar glider? A little charm dangling from her?
Even more adorable—she was still throwing tantrums now. If she really became like that, how tsundere2, how domineering, how cute would she be?
She wanted her own pheromones to exist permanently in Xiao Jin’s body, wanted Xiao Jin to never be able to have anyone else. That would be true inescapability.
The more Jiang Youwan thought about it, the more excited she became. She looked down at the person sleeping in her arms, couldn’t resist stroking her face, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Yes, complete marking.
But now wasn’t the time. Complete marking required conditions—both the alpha and the omega had to be in heat and rut simultaneously, and it required a tremendous amount of energy and time…
Not something that could be accomplished in a single night like this.
Xiao Jin wasn’t in her sensitive period right now. She’d only fainted from low blood sugar yesterday, and now she’d been through this much exertion. She needed to rest and recover first.
What should she make for Xiao Jin tomorrow? What food could bring on the sensitive period early?
She thought about many things. In the latter half of the night, Jiang Youwan finally closed her eyes, holding her, and drifted into a difficult sleep.
Jiang Jinyi slept very deeply. She dreamed again, sleeping for a long time, somewhat reluctant to wake. But she woke anyway, because she felt something was missing in her dream. She wanted to find it, and searching, searching, she woke up.
Opening her eyes, the night had already turned to day. Warm sunlight streamed through the window, falling softly on her.
Still a bit groggy from just waking, she stared blankly out the window, unable to tell what time it was.
A trace of beauty lingered.
Gradually, beyond the scent of sunlight, she smelled the air still thick with the combined fragrance of herself and Jiang Youwan, as if her warmth still lingered too.
Reminding her of what she’d been through. Guilt surged up immediately, reaching a whole new height. Jiang Jinyi frowned, anger with nowhere to vent.
The small bell’s sound was also somewhat different from other bells—clearly custom-made. Jiang Jinyi stared wide-eyed, anger flooding her brain first thing in the morning. Furious, she smashed the pillow, but the motion made the bell ring again, and no matter how she tried, she couldn’t unfasten or pull it off.
Humiliation and guilt warped Jiang Jinyi’s expression. She ground her teeth and searched for her phone—she needed to tell Huo Qi that she agreed to cooperate.
But when she opened her phone, she froze.
Her lock screen wallpaper had been changed—replaced with a photo of her and Jiang Youwan together. She was lying in Youwan’s arms, sleeping soundly, being petted on the head.
Face ID quickly unlocked. Before Jiang Jinyi could react, it automatically entered the home screen. The home screen wallpaper had been changed too.
In the photo, she was still fast asleep, her cheek pinched between Jiang Youwan’s fingers. The lower half of Jiang Youwan’s face was visible—the woman wore a smile of triumph.
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