Top-Tier Omega: Chasing Alpha to the Crematorium – Chapter 67
by Little PandaMarking a Few More Times Saves Trouble
Ming Yu lay in bed, tossing and turning. The sight of Song Qingpei’s retreating back constantly surfaced in her mind.
She didn’t know how long it took before she finally drifted into a daze and fell asleep.
In her dream, she returned to that familiar room.
Song Qingpei stood before her, a gentle smile on her face, lightly stroking her cheek. The warmth of her fingertips sent a wave of numbness through Ming Yu.
“Qingpei…” Ming Yu murmured, her voice laced with longing.
Song Qingpei didn’t answer. She merely leaned down and gently kissed her lips.
Ming Yu’s heart rate abruptly spiked. Her hands involuntarily wrapped around Song Qingpei’s waist as she pulled herself closer.
Song Qingpei’s kiss was tender and lingering. The tip of her tongue gently pried open Ming Yu’s teeth, tangling with her own.
Ming Yu felt a wave of dizziness; her body gradually grew burning hot.
Song Qingpei’s hands slowly slid down her waistline. Her fingertips lightly trailed across Ming Yu’s skin, sparking a shudder. Ming Yu involuntarily pressed closer, craving more of her touch.
She couldn’t help but plead softly, “Qingpei, kiss me, please…”
Song Qingpei gave a light chuckle. She lowered her head, dropping a kiss on Ming Yu’s neck, and then slowly bit down on her gland.
Ming Yu’s body jolted violently. The sensation of being completely possessed drove her to the brink of losing control.
“Qingpei… don’t go…”
Her voice caught with a slight choke as she held onto Song Qingpei tightly, terrified she would leave.
However, right at the moment she was about to completely surrender…
Song Qingpei’s figure gradually blurred, ultimately vanishing from her embrace.
Ming Yu jolted awake, her forehead beaded with cold sweat. She sat up, gasping for air. Her heart pounded violently; her body was still burning hot.
She looked down at herself and found that her pajamas were soaked through with sweat. An unbearable, feverish heat racked her entire body.
“This damned heat period…”
Ming Yu gritted her teeth. In that fleeting moment, an idea flashed through her mind. She finally had an excuse to seek out Qingpei. Even if it brought her endless shame, nothing else mattered anymore.
Ming Yu quickly got up, pulled an inhibitor from the drawer, and injected herself without hesitation.
However, the inhibitor’s effect was virtually nonexistent. Her body remained unbearably hot, her cheeks flushed red. A bizarre kind of paranoia flickered in her eyes. Right now, she only wanted to see that person, to hold her, and to feel her cool touch.
“Qingpei…”
Ming Yu murmured. Picking up her communicator, she sent Song Qingpei a message:
【Qingpei, my heat period is here again. I need you.】
After sending the message, she waited for a while but received no reply.
Ming Yu’s heart slowly sank. With trembling hands, she dialed Song Qingpei’s number. However, the line remained dead silent.
By now, the heat radiating from her body made it almost impossible to think.
Clinging to what little reason she had left, she gritted her teeth, forced herself to stand, and dialed Ming Rui’s number.
“Cousin?” Ming Rui’s voice came through the communicator, laden with obvious sleepiness.
“Ming Rui…” Ming Yu’s voice was hoarse and trembling. “Give me Qingpei’s address.”
Ming Rui paused, sensing something was wrong. “Cousin, what’s the matter? You sound weird.”
“…I’m fine. Just give me her address.”
Ming Rui hesitated for a moment but ultimately gave her Song Qingpei’s address.
Ming Yu hung up. She picked up another inhibitor and unhesitatingly administered a second injection, followed quickly by a third. Then, she braced herself to stand and walked out of the room.
“Butler Su!” Ming Yu called out, her voice tinged with weakness. “Prepare the car. Take me somewhere.”
Seeing Ming Yu’s flushed face and unsteady frame, Butler Su hurried forward to support her. “Miss, what’s wrong? Do we need to call a doctor?”
“No need…” Ming Yu shook her head, a trace of resolve in her tone. “Take me to Qingpei’s apartment.”
Butler Su didn’t dare to ask any more questions and hastily helped her into the car.
The car sped through the night. Leaning back against the seat, Ming Yu’s body remained scorching hot. Her mind was entirely consumed by images of Song Qingpei.
“Qingpei…”
She murmured under her breath, her fingers gripping the edge of the seat tightly, as if doing so could alleviate her inner torment.
The car finally pulled up downstairs at Song Qingpei’s apartment building.
Butler Su moved to help her, but Ming Yu raised a hand to decline. Forcing herself out of the car alone, she found Song Qingpei’s door and reached up to knock.
Knock, knock, knock—
The rapping sounded exceptionally harsh in the dead of night.
Song Qingpei was lying in bed. Hearing the knocking through a sleepy haze, she frowned and slowly opened her eyes.
She checked the time. It was already late into the night. A flicker of confusion crossed her mind.
“It’s so late. Who would be looking for me?” she muttered. She got up, threw on a coat, and walked over to the door.
Through the peephole, she saw Ming Yu standing outside. Her complexion was deathly pale, and her body was swaying as if about to collapse.
Song Qingpei’s heart plummeted. She yanked the door open.
“Ming Yu?” Her voice carried an instinctive mix of surprise and worry. “Why are you here at this hour?”
Ming Yu raised her head, looking at her with hazy eyes. Her voice was thick with exhaustion and desperate longing. “Qingpei… I need you…”
Before she could finish her sentence, she pitched straight forward into Song Qingpei’s arms.
Song Qingpei caught her. The moment her hands registered the searing heat of Ming Yu’s skin, she immediately understood: Ming Yu’s heat period had hit.
Her brow furrowed tightly as she supported Ming Yu’s weight. “Did you inject an inhibitor?”
Ming Yu nodded, her tone laced with agony. “I did… Several of them… but it’s no use…”
Song Qingpei’s heart sank again. She realized that Ming Yu’s heat period had once more spiraled out of control.
Gritting her teeth, she tightened her grip on Ming Yu’s arm. “Come inside first.”
Ming Yu leaned almost her entire body weight against Song Qingpei, her breathing ragged and scorching.
Song Qingpei half-carried her into the room and deposited her onto the sofa.
“Qingpei…” Ming Yu pleaded, gazing at her through unfocused eyes. “Don’t go…”
Song Qingpei didn’t answer. She simply pulled out her communicator, intending to contact Butler Su and ask a doctor why the blood preparation had lost its efficacy so quickly this time.
Then, she would have the doctor send over a fresh batch of reproduced blood. Otherwise, at the rate Ming Yu burned through it, she’d be reduced to a mummified corpse.
Before Song Qingpei could even dial the number, however, Ming Yu reached out and snatched the communicator away. Throwing her arms around her, Ming Yu cried out in a frantic rush, “Qingpei… I don’t want an inhibitor… I want you…”
She looked as if she was already delirious.
But Song Qingpei didn’t buy it. She didn’t even need to look to know that it was definitely an act.
She was always like this.
Song Qingpei shoved firmly against Ming Yu’s shoulders, trying to pry her off.
Yet Ming Yu clung to her like an octopus, her arms locked relentlessly around Song Qingpei’s waist.
The heat shared where their skin met caused her pheromones to leak out uncontrollably. Like some kind of lethal temptation, it chipped away at Song Qingpei’s rationality piece by piece.
“Ming Yu, let go!”
Song Qingpei’s hands pressed against Ming Yu’s shoulders. Her fingertips trembled, yet she simply couldn’t muster the strength to push her away.
Her eyes half-lidded, Ming Yu slumped against her shoulder, slurring her words in a breathless murmur. “Qingpei… don’t go… I want you…”
The intense pheromones acted like invisible threads, ensnaring Song Qingpei’s senses and eroding her self-control bit by bit. It was a cloying yet dangerous scent—radiating a seductive fragrance, yet laced with a fatal toxicity.
Deep within Song Qingpei’s heart, a long-suppressed lust seemed to be slowly igniting as well.
She knew she shouldn’t let Ming Yu lead her by the nose, but her body’s reactions were completely out of control. Subconsciously, she stroked the back of Ming Yu’s neck, her fingertips brushing against the burning gland.
“You’re always like this…” Song Qingpei’s voice was tinged with both helplessness and anger.
But before she could finish speaking, Ming Yu buried her face in the crook of her neck and took a gentle bite.
In that split second, Song Qingpei’s sanity completely shattered.
She stopped trying to push Ming Yu away. Flipping their positions, she forcefully pinned Ming Yu beneath her.
Her fingers locked tightly onto Ming Yu’s wrists, securing her firmly on the cushions. As her fingertips lightly brushed over Ming Yu’s gland, she felt the other woman shudder violently before letting out a low whimper.
Song Qingpei’s eyes darkened. Applying slightly more pressure with her fingertips, she kneaded Ming Yu’s gland with borderline sadistic force.
“Qingpei… lighter… don’t…”
There was a begging quality to Ming Yu’s voice. She stared up at her through hazy eyes, yet her body involuntarily arched closer, starving for more contact.
Song Qingpei dug her fingertips in even harder. Ming Yu couldn’t help but let out a stifled cry.
But Song Qingpei remained unmoved. Her gaze grew colder, yet her actions became increasingly brutal.
“Qingpei… don’t…” Ming Yu’s voice was broken, laced with a clear plea for mercy.
Song Qingpei ducked her head and bit down fiercely onto Ming Yu’s gland, completely marking her.
In that instant, Ming Yu’s body went completely rigid before breaking into violent tremors.
Her fingers clenched tightly onto the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white as suppressed whimpers tore from her throat.
Ming Yu’s pleas gradually morphed into sobs. Physiological tears slid down her cheeks, dampening the pillow. Her voice grew hoarse, thick with tears as she begged for mercy over and over again, yet Song Qingpei acted as if she couldn’t hear her at all, still refusing to stop.
“Enough… Song Qingpei… please…”
Ming Yu’s voice bordered on a breakdown. The overwhelming, crushing sensations intertwined, pushing her past the brink of what she could endure.
Her consciousness began to blur, her vision fading to pitch black. Ultimately, under the extreme stimulation, she passed out.
However, Song Qingpei didn’t stop there.
Her anger and lust continued to burn brightly, as if determined to devour Ming Yu whole. She didn’t know how much time had passed when Ming Yu was jolted awake again by Song Qingpei’s relentless torment.
It continued. She passed out again, woke up…
This vicious cycle repeated over and over. She had no idea how long it lasted; she only felt that she had screamed until her throat was completely hoarse.
That suffocating, all-consuming feeling instilled a sense of terror toward Song Qingpei in Ming Yu for the very first time.
She was trying to kill her right there on the bed.
Song Qingpei stood by the bed, looking down at Ming Yu curled up on the mattress.
Her body was still trembling slightly. Messy strands of hair clung to her sweat-drenched cheeks, and tear tracks still stained the corners of her eyes. Her breathing was faint and rapid. She looked entirely drained of life, lacking even the strength to lift an arm.
A flicker of some strange emotion passed through Song Qingpei’s heart. She knew she had gone a bit too far.
Ming Yu’s body had clearly been pushed past its absolute limits.
But even so, she didn’t regret it. Ming Yu had brought this upon herself; she was the one who had provoked this spiraling, out-of-control entanglement in the first place.
She turned to grab a clean dress shirt from the wardrobe. Shaking it out, she leaned over and hoisted Ming Yu up from the bed. Ming Yu’s body was limp, as though devoid of bones, leaving her entirely at Song Qingpei’s mercy.
Her gaze was somewhat glassy. She didn’t seem to have recovered from the intense session just yet.
Song Qingpei’s movements weren’t gentle in the slightest. In fact, they bordered on rough.
She shoved the shirt over Ming Yu’s shoulders. When her fingers inadvertently brushed against that scorching skin, Ming Yu gave a violent shudder, a soft whimper escaping her throat.
“Gentler…” Ming Yu’s voice was so hoarse it was barely audible, carrying traces of both resistance and deep grievance.
Song Qingpei ignored her protests and continued dressing her.
As her fingers slid over Ming Yu’s shoulders, feeling the other woman’s tremors, that inexplicable emotion surged within her once more. She frowned, forcing herself to suppress the feeling.
Just as she fastened the final button, Ming Yu abruptly lowered her head and bit down viciously on her arm.
Hiss—
Song Qingpei drew in a sharp breath of cold air. The jolt of pain radiating from her arm made her instinctively try to yank her hand back. But Ming Yu bit down hard, as if she were venting all her grievances and rage into this single bite.
“You did that on purpose…” Ming Yu released her grip and looked up at her.
Her lips were still a little swollen and red. Her voice was raspy to the point of being indiscernible, yet the profound resentment in her tone was unmistakably clear.
Song Qingpei glanced down at the teeth marks on her arm. A cruel, wicked smile curled the corners of her mouth.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Her voice was low, threaded with mockery and ridicule. “Marking you a few more times will make it last longer. That way, the Admiral won’t have to visit as often, which saves us both the trouble.”
“You…”
Ming Yu’s face instantly drained of color. Her lips quivered slightly as though she wanted to retort, only to find she had absolutely nothing to say.
She had never imagined that Song Qingpei would respond to her like this.
Watching Ming Yu’s expression, that same inexplicable pang gripped Song Qingpei’s chest once again.
She shoved the feeling down, picked up her communicator, and dialed Butler Su directly.
“Butler Su, come pick Ming Yu up in half an hour.”
Hearing this, Ming Yu jerked up into a seated position on the bed. She stared at her in utter disbelief. “You’re still kicking me out…”
Song Qingpei ignored her. She walked straight over and threw the window open. The wind rushed inside, blowing away the thick, ambiguous scent of intimacy that filled the room.
Ming Yu slid off the bed. Stumbling unsteadily to Song Qingpei’s side, she reached out, trying to grab her sleeve.
“Qingpei, don’t chase me away… I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong…”
Song Qingpei merely shot her a flat look and threw her hand off. “Set up an appointment. We’ll go see a doctor and ask if there are any other solutions for your heat period problem.”
“I don’t want to sleep with you right now!”
Ming Yu paled instantly. Her body shook with a slight tremor, as if Song Qingpei’s words had stabbed her straight through the heart.
She wanted to say more, but Butler Su had already arrived. Without a second of hesitation, Song Qingpei grabbed Ming Yu by the collar of her shirt and shoved her out the door.
“Qingpei!”
Ming Yu reached out, trying to catch the doorframe, but Song Qingpei slammed the door shut.
Slam—
The heavy door slammed shut right in Ming Yu’s face. She stood out in the hallway, swaying weakly on her feet.
Seeing this, Butler Su rushed forward to steady her. “Admiral, are you alright?”
Ming Yu didn’t answer. She just kept her head bowed, letting Butler Su guide her into the car.
Sitting in the car, Ming Yu felt as if something had seized her heart in a vicious, twisting grip. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down, but her mind was utterly consumed by the frigid, apathetic look in Song Qingpei’s eyes right before she left.
For some unknown reason, she suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired. A deep, bone-weary exhaustion welled up from the very bottom of her soul.
If she managed to keep Song Qingpei by her side, could she truly keep her heart?
Could they really go back to the way things were?
Previously, she had been incredibly confident that as long as she kept Qingpei around, she could eventually soften her up.
But at this moment, she couldn’t stop herself from wavering.
She yearned for the warmth of Song Qingpei’s embrace, longed to fall asleep wrapped in her arms. Even when Qingpei was drunk and deliberately trying to make a fool out of her, every smile, every frown, every spark of irritation or flare of anger had been so vivid and alive.
They had clearly been doing so well together, yet it was as if it had all been a fragile bubble—popping and vanishing in the blink of an eye.
How could she ever resign herself to this…
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