Chapter 13: The Chaebol Heir’s Canary — This Is Where We Eat, We Can’t…

In the forest after rain, the scent of grass and trees was rich and heady. Floral notes mixed with the crisp fragrance of pine and cedar, turning thick and cloying in the humid air…

Shi Yu’s neck stretched taut as she tilted her head back, searching for points of light in her blurred vision. Tear drops hung from the crimson corners of her eyes, pure yet bewitching, utterly captivating.

Jiang Qiuyan bowed her head to her neck, sucking and biting at the slender, pale column, deliberately rubbing her canines against Shi Yu’s gland to coax out more pheromones.

The omega in her arms was soft and sweet, like a gummy candy that melted on the tongue. When nervous, she couldn’t control her pheromones. It was fascinating.

Soon the kitchen was brimming with omega pheromones. What couldn’t be contained spilled out, drifting into every corner of the house. Their home had become one giant greenhouse.

“Mmn…”

Shi Yu let out a soft moan, her voice tender and tinged with tears.

Jiang Qiuyan looked up at her, eyes darkening.

The little cat’s red lips were slightly parted. The full, plump petals bore a few small cuts, and together with the bite marks on her cheeks and the flush at the corners of her eyes, her vacant, dazed gaze made her look like a battered doll that had been abandoned.

Jiang Qiuyan stared at her intently, desire churning in her amber eyes, making them appear deeper. Before her lips even made contact, her tongue had already lapped at those wounds.

A fleeting kiss.

After that, she barely paused before tracing a winding path downward, arriving where comfort was most needed, and made contact without hesitation.

Shi Yu’s breath hitched. Her long, slender legs instinctively clamped shut, squeezing a muffled groan from Jiang Qiuyan.

“Sweet baby, loosen up a little.”

Shi Yu couldn’t hear what she was saying. All she felt was the scorching breath fanning against her, turning her mind to mush.

“Don’t… say…”

Her voice suddenly cracked, words dissolving into rapid gasps. Her chest heaved, revealing every curve of her delicate figure.

Jiang Qiuyan blinked in surprise, then amusement crept into her eyes. She licked the moisture from her lips and straightened, pulling Shi Yu into the crook of her arm.

“So soon?”

Shi Yu was a little embarrassed and looked away.

Crow-black lashes shielded her eyes, casting shadows on the lower lids. A streak of crimson at the corners of her eyes spread across her cheeks like a blood-red blush, dewy and vivid.

Jiang Qiuyan latched onto her cheek with her mouth, sucking hard. Shi Yu couldn’t pull away.

“Stop biting, it hurts!”

Jiang Qiuyan feasted a while longer before reluctantly letting go. Seeing Shi Yu’s pouting, aggrieved face, she let out a low laugh.

“No more biting, good girl~”

When Shi Yu looked up, she cupped the back of her head and kissed her, her hand sliding down along her spine…

Shi Yu only let out a soft hum before leaning into Jiang Qiuyan’s arms. She knew what was coming and accepted it willingly.

At first, Jiang Qiuyan was gentle, but gradually her true nature emerged. She pressed down on Shi Yu’s waist and quickened her pace, her wrist moving so fast it blurred.

Shi Yu lay limp against her shoulder. The closer she was to the gland, the stronger the pheromones became, and the more dazed her thoughts grew.

Curling up small in her arms, letting her take as she pleased, impossibly obedient. Jiang Qiuyan’s eyes reddened with excitement, her gaze dark and feverish. If Shi Yu had seen it, she would have been terrified.

But she couldn’t see.

So Jiang Qiuyan could indulge without restraint.

Shi Yu was already sensitive by nature, and with the pheromones affecting her, she soon collapsed completely in Jiang Qiuyan’s arms.

Jiang Qiuyan kissed her eyes, sucking away the teardrops gathered at their corners. Her voice was low, husky, and tender.

“Still think I don’t want to touch you?”

Shi Yu buried her face in her chest and shook her head helplessly.

Jiang Qiuyan couldn’t suppress her smile. But no matter how adorable Shi Yu was, she needed to understand just how serious the consequences of overthinking could be.

Before Shi Yu could recover, Jiang Qiuyan set her down facing the counter. A searing chest pressed against her back, one arm wrapping around her waist from behind, resting on the jut of her hip bone.

Shi Yu turned to look at her. Through her blurred vision, she thought she saw blazing madness. But before she could look closer, a hand gripped her chin and captured her lips.

Jiang Qiuyan’s kiss was absentminded, because her thoughts were elsewhere.

Shi Yu braced against the counter, her arms going weak and slipping, but Jiang Qiuyan held her waist tight, leaving her no choice but to lean against her.

Her waist brushed against the edge of the counter again and again. The mix of hot and cold sent shocks up her spine, making her scalp tingle and her back go numb in waves.

Shi Yu was completely lost in it, but she felt her strength fading. Partly because her stamina was running out, and partly because she’d inhaled too many pheromones, leaving her in a fog.

“Miss Jiang, I…”

The gland was taken into a mouth and gently ground, and Shi Yu’s voice cut out abruptly.

“Call me what?”

Shi Yu still wasn’t lucid. She murmured, dazed: “Mis… Miss Jiang?”

Pain flared in her gland. Jiang Qiuyan’s voice came from behind. “No.”

Shi Yu’s mind grew even hazier. After a long pause, she ventured: “Qiu… Yan?”

“You can call me that normally. But right now, I want something a bit more intimate.”

Even saying her name was nerve-wracking. She couldn’t think of anything more intimate. She shrunk her neck and tried to dodge aside, but Jiang Qiuyan’s lips followed, hot breath falling around her gland, setting her heart ablaze.

“Take your time. No rush. There’s plenty of night left.”

The night was long. She had all the patience in the world.

After Shi Yu’s second climaxing scream, Jiang Qiuyan carried her out of the kitchen. Thinking she was being taken to the bath, Shi Yu relaxed against her shoulder, drowsy.

Her back touched something cold, startling her eyes open. When she looked at Jiang Qiuyan, the desire in her eyes hadn’t diminished in the slightest.

Behind her was the dining table. Even with a tablecloth over it, the surface was colder than the counter.

Jiang Qiuyan leaned in, nuzzling her chin with her nose. “Have you figured it out yet?”

Shi Yu blinked in confusion. “This is where we eat. We can’t…”

“Exactly. I’m eating.” Jiang Qiuyan’s lips curved, and even her smile was dangerous.

Shi Yu didn’t even have a chance to speak before her warmth was left on the dining table…

Every so often, Jiang Qiuyan would ask her what she should be called. Whether Shi Yu answered or not, things got more intense than before.

Because even when Shi Yu answered, it wasn’t the answer she wanted.

Ambiguous sounds echoed through the empty house. The pheromones in the air were so dense they almost became tangible. Finally, Shi Yu couldn’t take any more and cried out, calling her darling.

Jiang Qiuyan stopped instantly and pressed her face to Shi Yu’s. “What did you just call me? Say it again.”

Shi Yu wrapped her noodle-like arms around her neck and said hoarsely: “Darling.”

That was how they said it on TV. She didn’t know if Jiang Qiuyan was satisfied. If not, would she be even rougher?

Shi Yu was a little afraid. Afraid that the surging pleasure would drown her.

Jiang Qiuyan lifted her off the table and pecked her slightly swollen lips. “Say it again.”

Shi Yu was utterly exhausted. She lay on her shoulder and repeated it feebly.

Moisture clouded Jiang Qiuyan’s amber eyes, the rims flushed crimson from sheer excitement.

She kissed Shi Yu’s lips, her face, her neck… wanting to leave marks on every inch of her.

“I’m so tired. Can we stop?”

Shi Yu nuzzled her face in a placating way, clinging to her like a koala.

“Baby’s worked hard. But don’t you want to try the sofa? Or the floor-to-ceiling window?”