Top-Tier Omega: Chasing Alpha to the Crematorium – Chapter 6
by Little PandaI Order You to Mark Me!
After locking Song Qingpei in the Confinement Bay in a fit of rage, Ming Yu quickly began to feel a pang of regret.
Because of their daughter, she didn’t want the two of them to have a complete falling out. But when she thought about what Song Qingpei had just said, she couldn’t help but burn with fury.
That person had been passive-aggressively humiliating her, talking about her “abundant pheromones.” It was a clear jab at her for being wanton and shameless. The thought of how she had once humbly clung to that person, begging for pleasure, and how she had been so intimately entangled with someone like that, made her anger flare even hotter.
It had undoubtedly struck a nerve in the Admiral’s sensitive pride.
Besides, Song Qingpei needed to be taught a lesson, lest she constantly try to provoke her.
After that brief moment of regret, Admiral Ming Yu quickly pushed the matter to the back of her mind. She first went to check on her daughter, and after confirming that Songsong was sleeping peacefully, she instructed Lieutenant Lin to stand guard and went back to rest.
As for how to explain Song Qingpei’s absence to her daughter tomorrow?
Ming Yu thought with contempt that, given Song Qingpei’s weak personality, she would surely soften up and submit soon enough. At that point, Ming Yu would just have to reprimand her a little, and she figured the other woman wouldn’t dare to openly defy her again.
As her anger slowly subsided, Ming Yu was already lying relaxed on the bed in her Rest Cabin, drifting peacefully to sleep.
At that moment, she could never have imagined the pathetic state she would find herself in just a few hours later.
Night fell.
The vast expanse of stars shone through the cabin’s viewport, casting specks of starlight that illuminated the person on the bed.
Her body was tense and twisted. Beads of sweat dotted her exquisite face. Her closed eyes couldn’t hide the redness of their corners, and she bit down hard on her crimson lips. Every part of her exuded an unconcealable amorous flush.
A moment later, her body shuddered, and a few enticing moans escaped from between her clenched teeth.
“Ugh… so hot…”
“Touch me…”
“Kiss me, I’m begging you, kiss me~”
The sweet, cloying pleas for affection echoed like the most seductive music in the empty Rest Cabin.
But the person on the bed was completely unaware. Her body began to writhe more violently until her cheeks were flushed crimson and her moans grew louder, yet her tightly shut eyes refused to open.
It was as if she were trapped in a torturous erotic dream.1
No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t wake up, able only to sink helplessly into it…
Ming Yu was caught between dream and reality. She felt as if her body were floating in mid-air, while those shameful images flashed before her eyes like a curse.
She had crashed her mech on a desolate Garbage Planet. In her despair, a blurry figure had pulled her out.
Then came the heat fever she despised most. Her whole body felt like it was being repeatedly scorched by fire. She instinctively hugged the person before her and, swallowing her humiliation, begged in a low voice, “Help me, it’s so hot~ Please, help me…”
No, don’t beg that woman!
The rational part of Ming Yu’s mind screamed frantically, but the her in the vision, ignoring the person’s repeated attempts to push her away, wrapped around her like a boneless snake. She hooked her arms tightly around her neck, her burning lips kissing her again and again, demanding with desperate thirst.
“Mmm~ Please, give it to me~”
She moaned shamelessly, begging like the most wanton prostitute.
Finally, the woman’s pheromones enveloped her. The searing sensation of their skin touching sent a shock through her entire body.
Her eyes flew open, but she couldn’t see anything clearly. All she could feel was her own body, trembling in waves, as if she had been cast into a sea of fire.
Her consciousness gradually faded.
“Ngh… ah~”
Suddenly, a powerful surge of pheromones pierced through her gland, as if trying to tear her to pieces. Pain shot through her entire body, yet it brought with it waves of pleasure.
She couldn’t help but scream, wanting more, more…
No!
Don’t let her mark me, absolutely not!
Ming Yu cried out and her eyes shot open. Outside the window was the silent river of stars. Inside, her body was still burning, her heart pounding like a drum.
This was her Rest Cabin.
The thick scent of her pheromones still lingered in the air.
Had she… just dreamed of that intimate scene with that low-grade A again? She had lost count of how many times it had happened.
Remembering the images from the dream, Ming Yu’s face flushed red. The erotic scenes filled her with such shame that she wished she could tear the main culprit into a million pieces.2
But the pheromones she had worked so hard to suppress had been stirred up by this dream. Like a single spark starting a prairie fire,3 they instantly blazed out of control. Her entire body felt as if it were being gnawed on by tens of millions of ants—an itching, numbing sensation that made her crave a marking that very instant.
No, absolutely not.
She had to calm down! Calm down!
Her pride would not allow her to do such a thing!
Ming Yu gritted her teeth, trying to quell the restless agitation within her, and slowly lay back down. But her body still trembled uncontrollably.
The craving was too strong; it felt like it could burn her to ashes.
She ground her teeth in hatred, but she was powerless to stop it.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, a pained cry escaped her lips. She curled up in agony, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. It felt as if her entire being was about to explode.
Painful whimpers filled the Rest Cabin, leaving Ming Yu on the verge of fainting.
The chaotic pheromones, now awakened, clung to her like a poison, forcing her toward depravity once more. All she could do was endure, gritting her teeth against the heart-rending torment.
In that moment, she wished she could just die.
In her despair, Ming Yu nearly broke down. Clinging to her last shred of sanity, she struggled to contact Li Man. “Doctor Li… Ah! Get to my… my Rest Cabin. Immediately.”
By the time Li Man arrived, Ming Yu had already passed out.
Her face was pale but flushed with fever. Strands of messy hair clung to her forehead, and her lips were bitten raw, the dried blood giving her a look of broken beauty.
“Admiral, wake up.”
Li Man called out twice. Leaning in to check, she found Ming Yu’s body burning hot and completely unresponsive. It was obvious she had fainted from forcibly suppressing a pheromone outburst.
She quickly took out an inhibitor and injected Ming Yu.
A dozen or so minutes later, Ming Yu slowly opened her eyes, a rare, dazed vulnerability in her gaze.
“Admiral, how are you feeling?” Li Man asked with concern.
“Ngh… I’m fine.”
The moment Ming Yu opened her mouth, a weak moan escaped instinctively.
As her personal military doctor, Li Man could tell at a glance that the heat in her body had only been slightly suppressed; the root problem remained unsolved. This confirmed that the new inhibitor was ineffective. There was no longer any inhibitor that could solve Ming Yu’s pheromone disorder.
Noticing Li Man’s troubled expression, Ming Yu endured her anger and asked, “Doctor Li, is there really no way to treat this?”
Li Man shook her head and sighed. “Admiral, we’ve tried every inhibitor. None of them are effective. There’s really nothing we can do. Unless…”
Ming Yu bit her lip, a cold glint in her eyes. “What if…” she said, her voice chilling, “I had Song Qingpei’s gland gouged out? Then I wouldn’t be affected by her pheromones anymore. Could that…”
“No, no, no!”
Hearing such a crazed idea, Li Man couldn’t afford to be vague. She quickly explained, “Admiral, your pheromone disorder really has very little to do with Miss Song. Even without her here, it was only a matter of time before your pheromones fell into complete chaos.”
“I suggest you try to accept Miss Song’s marking. Otherwise, I’m afraid you might…”
She didn’t finish the sentence, but her meaning was self-evident.
In an instant, unwillingness, humiliation, vexation, and resentment—all sorts of negative emotions swirled together, making her want to kill someone.
But in the end, all she could do was forcibly suppress them.
“Doctor Li, you may leave.”
“Admiral, your body…”
“It’s fine.”
Ming Yu cut her off, her gaze fixed firmly on the door. “I know my own body.”
Li Man knew she had made her decision and didn’t press further. She could only offer a reminder. “Admiral, the inhibitor in your system will only last about four hours. With repeated injections, its effectiveness will gradually decrease. You… if you feel any discomfort, you must tell me immediately.”
“I know.”
Ming Yu’s eyes were downcast, her expression unreadable. Her reply was faint.
Li Man gave her a worried look, sighed, and turned to leave.
After she was gone, Ming Yu immediately sat up, found a syringe and an injector in a drawer, took a deep breath, and plunged the needle into her arm.
The cold liquid flowed swiftly into her body, chilling her to the bone.
But before long, that familiar, scorching heat surged back. Ming Yu could only clench her jaw, trying desperately to maintain control and not lose her composure.
The more she tried to control her thoughts, the more violently the images flooded her mind. She felt as if billions of insects were gnawing at her from the inside, as if she were trapped in a boundless hell where every breath was an agony.
The inhibitor wore off even faster than Li Man had predicted. A sense of dread began to rise in her heart.
She didn’t want to admit to this feeling of helplessness, but she couldn’t deny that she had already fallen into this pitch-black nightmare.
For the first time, Ming Yu lost control so completely. She grabbed her own hair and let out a beast-like roar. Her knuckles turned white, veins bulged on her skin, and her eyes were terrifyingly red.
She hated this! She refused to accept it!
But there was nowhere to run, nothing she could do. She even had to go back to that low-grade A and humbly beg for affection…
“Bastard!”
She cursed viciously, but her face was already a mask of dejected resignation. Powerlessly, she rose and walked toward the door.
…
Locked in the Confinement Bay, Song Qingpei felt a deep chill from the inhibitor’s effects. Her body was utterly exhausted, and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning against the wall, drowsing off.
Suddenly, a tall, slender shadow blocked the light, and she jolted awake.
She looked up. Reflected in her eyes was Ming Yu’s face—cold, grim, and sinister, like a vengeful ghost4 from hell come to claim her life.
Song Qingpei was startled and stared at Ming Yu warily. “What… what are you doing?”
Ming Yu’s lips were pressed into a thin line. Without a word, she walked right up to Song Qingpei, grabbed her by the collar, and hauled her up from the floor, shoving her against the cold wall of the bay.
“Ming Yu! What the hell are you doing? Are you insane?!”
Song Qingpei was slammed hard against the cold, unyielding wall. The impact made her grunt in pain. She looked up, glaring furiously at Ming Yu.
“Heh.”
Ming Yu let out a cold laugh, her eyes filled with derision and mockery. “Insane? I am insane.”
She was insane, driven completely mad by this never-ending nightmare.
And now, she had actually come to the Confinement Bay, intending to let this low-grade A soothe her raging pheromones, to let her do as she pleased…
As Song Qingpei stared in astonishment, Ming Yu laughed mockingly, though it was unclear if she was laughing at others or herself. Then, she slowly reached out, pinched Song Qingpei’s chin, and leaned in to study her.
The distance between them was no more than a finger’s width, so close they could feel each other’s breath.
Song Qingpei instinctively sensed something was wrong and began to struggle desperately. “Ming Yu, you’re crazy! Do you have any idea what you’re doing?!”
“Of course I do.”
Ming Yu’s gaze was glacial, a stark contrast to the intimate words that left her lips. “Song Qingpei, I order you to mark me!”
Footnotes
- Original term: chunmeng (春梦). Literally ‘spring dream,’ a common and poetic term for an erotic dream.
- Original idiom: sui shi wan duan (碎尸万段). A common and visceral curse wishing for someone to be torn into ten thousand pieces; to die a horrible death.
- A famous Chinese idiom, ‘xingxing zhi huo, keyi liaoyuan’ (星星之火，可以燎原), meaning a small, insignificant problem can quickly grow into a major disaster.
- Original term: ligui (厉鬼). In Chinese folklore, a fierce or vengeful ghost, often one that has died unjustly and seeks retribution.
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