Chapter 82: Susceptible

Su Mi: “……”

Her face flushed red, and her gaze unconsciously drifted to Shen Han’s thin lips.

She glanced once, then quickly withdrew her gaze. She only felt her body temperature soaring wildly, her earlobes suddenly burning hot—they were undoubtedly flushed red.

Logically speaking, although she had said it was just a try, it should be… possible.

But perhaps she shouldn’t go too far… Should she set a limit on how intense the kiss could get? Like, was tongue-kissing allowed…

This thought circled in her mind once, and Su Mi held herself back.

Last time Shen Han had sneaked a kiss, it had only landed on her lips.

Su Mi pursed her lips, nervously withdrew the hand she had placed on the door, and murmured in a voice as soft as a mosquito’s: “It’s… it’s okay…”

As soon as the words fell, the next moment, the wrist being held pulled her over.

The car Shen Han drove today was a top-spec classic model with a rear seat. Between the two back seats was a raised center console separating them.

Her fingers unconsciously gripped the edge of the center console, while the soft leather edge dug into her waist.

Her puppy-like eyes lifted, blinking no more than twice before a shadow fell over her.

Shen Han leaned in unhurriedly, tilting her exquisite profile slightly. Her gaze focused intently and deeply on Su Mi’s face as she found the perfect angle.

She kissed down toward her.

It was as if her lips were covered by the pure, pristine petals of white roses. Even lips as thin and cool as hers felt soft when she kissed with such solemnity.

Shallow breaths carrying an alluring cold fragrance sprinkled across Su Mi’s cheek.

Even though the person in front of her was only pressing her lips against hers, gently rubbing as if exchanging breaths.

Even though Su Mi had done plenty of mental preparation before agreeing.

At this moment, staring straight into those eyes that seemed capable of dragging a person down into the deep sea together, Su Mi trembled her lashes with just one glance and closed her eyes. She didn’t know what emotion was at play—perhaps a desire to sink in—as she parted her teeth.

A slightly cooler tongue tip touched her teeth gaps. Shen Han let out a soft hum from her nose, and her tongue tip probed inward, carrying her scent as it advanced unhindered.

Their lips and teeth met.

Shen Han’s movements were clearly inexperienced yet deeply lingering.

The wet, sticky sounds full of ambiguity constantly rang out in the quiet luxury car’s back seat, occasionally accompanied by the girl in the submissive position letting out an unbearable “mmph.”

Su Mi’s hand was unconsciously guided by Shen Han to wrap around the back of her neck. With this motion, Su Mi’s head tilted back further, and the kiss deepened involuntarily.

The tongue invading and claiming territory in her mouth seemed almost unable to restrain its original courtesy, delving deeper and deeper, as if it wanted to devour her whole.

Su Mi didn’t know how much time passed. She only felt that from being kissed so intensely while holding this position, her waist ached from the pressure, and her neck was sore.

What she feared even more was Shen Han, who kissed deeper and deeper, as if she wanted to plunder everything.

She was in a near-hypoxic daze and tried to turn her head away to escape. However, before she could dodge for two seconds, Shen Han chased after her and kissed her again.

The moment her lips were captured and sucked once more, Su Mi let out a difficult whimper. Wanting to push Shen Han away, the hand hooked behind her neck flailed randomly.

She didn’t know where she touched, but Shen Han’s breathing suddenly quickened.

The strength pinning her shoulders also loosened accordingly. Su Mi leaned back gasping for breath, tears welling in her eyes from the intensity, her face fully flushed, her waist and legs aching and weak, as if her entire body was about to collapse onto the seat.

In contrast, Shen Han’s breathing rhythm was also disordered. She furrowed her brows in restraint and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Su Mi gasped for breath: “… My waist… it’s digging in.”

Shen Han lowered her eyes to glance at the center console between them. She reached her hand to Su Mi’s waist, and through the thin, soft fabric, the warmth of her fingertips seemed to touch Su Mi’s skin directly. She gently circled clockwise.

“Next time, I won’t drive this car,” Shen Han said, her voice slightly tense. She panted lightly, lifted her eyes, and her ice-blue irises seemed dyed with a thick, unspoken thirst. “Sit on my lap.”

She held Su Mi’s hand like a beast lurking in wait for prey and softly repeated, as if tempting her: “Come sit. It won’t dig in.”

Su Mi’s waist was being rubbed, making her feel as if everything from her waist down had gone numb and no longer belonged to her.

Plus the way Shen Han looked at her—it immediately sparked her imagination of what might follow if she sat over: perhaps straddling Shen Han and kissing her from above, or sitting sideways with legs together on her lap, head tilted as Shen Han held her hand, playing with it while kissing endlessly.

Just thinking about it made her uncontrollably swallow a mouthful of saliva. The scent and fluid of another person rolled down her throat, carrying an even more alluring meaning.

Her body temperature had nearly reached its limit, her face burning hot, her whole body unbearably restless.

No… she couldn’t anymore…

Her precarious instincts blared warnings. She couldn’t sit over—it would lead to trouble.

Su Mi only then sluggishly remembered that she had accidentally touched Shen Han’s gland at the back of her neck just now.

During arousal, did touching it like that trigger a susceptible period or heat period?

Su Mi’s mind was foggy; she couldn’t remember or figure it out.

Only a shred of reason remained. Her fingers weak and trembling, she pried apart Shen Han’s fingers, which were nearly intertwined with hers.

Her voice came out strained and shaky: “Sister, just now… just now I touched your gland… How about we… first…”

Her words were soft and limp, almost like coquetry after being kissed like that.

“…” Shen Han’s forehead tensed. She exhaled.

She turned, opened the small cabinet in front of the seat, and pulled a light blue suppressant from a hidden compartment. She rolled up her sleeve, exposing a section of her fair inner arm.

Lowering her eyes, she calmly injected herself with the syringe.

Once the tube of suppressant was administered, the restless aura around Shen Han calmed significantly. The cold pheromones that had faintly threatened to emerge also dissipated.

But Su Mi, even with the inhibiting earrings that suppressed pheromones, inexplicably felt her waist so weak she could barely straighten up. She could only lean against the soft seatback, shifting uncomfortably into a new sitting position. She felt something odd between her legs…

Under her direct stare, Shen Han paused slightly as she withdrew the needle and calmly placed the syringe into its dedicated disposal bag.

She remembered that the person beside her was a Beta who couldn’t smell pheromones.

Her tongue tip licked over her restless canine tooth, then across her lip corner, where the girl’s sweet, intoxicating scent like a forbidden drug still lingered.

In a hoarse voice, she said: “It won’t happen next time.”

It was unclear whether she meant she wouldn’t let her pheromones go restless and confuse her lover who couldn’t smell them, or something else—she didn’t elaborate.

Su Mi let out a dazed “mm.”

A sudden thought jumped into her mind: Did she still need to maintain her Beta disguise?

The moment the idea emerged, it was blocked by an OOC warning that hadn’t appeared in ages.

It prevented her from changing this character’s initial setting.

When she had first transmigrated, the OOC restrictions had been very strict, even dictating what type of clothes to wear or hairstyles to use.

But now, as she integrated, it seemed to only enforce her initial character setting. Apparently, as the antagonist’s little sister and disguised Beta.

Su Mi subconsciously sighed.

Shen Han deepened her suspicion inwardly. She raised her hand to brighten the car’s overhead light, half-squatted in front of Su Mi, and used a wet wipe to clean her mouth. She brushed aside the hair on her cheek.

After studying her for a moment and seeing no major issues, she pinched Su Mi’s cheek.

“Get out of the car. If you go back late, Uncle and Aunt will worry.” Shen Han said calmly.

Su Mi: “… Mm.”

Before getting out, she glanced at Shen Han. With her hand on the door handle, her heart still pounded restlessly.

Blushing, she lowered her head and kissed Shen Han’s lip corner. “Good night.”

Shen Han was stunned for half a second, then smiled: “Good night.”

The moment Su Mi’s feet touched the ground, she stumbled, nearly falling.

Knowing Shen Han was still watching from behind, her head buzzed as she steadied herself on the ground and slowly walked toward home.

The soreness in her waist and weakness in her legs were especially intense. Su Mi didn’t know what was wrong with her. Could it be that just from a few kisses and seeing Shen Han inject a suppressant, she had… fallen ill?

When Su Mi dazedly pushed open the courtyard gate, she couldn’t help but lean against the doorpost and pause.

She bent over, hands on her knees, panting. She walked slower and slower.

Finally making it through the front door, before she could pass the entryway, the burning heat throughout her body reached its limit.

Su Mi fainted.

—

When she opened her eyes again, seeing the familiar hospital surroundings, Su Mi’s mind went blank.

Wh-what happened?

There couldn’t have been a thug at home who knocked her out or drugged her, right?

It probably wasn’t a knockout—nothing hurt.

She hesitantly turned her head and saw Su Ciyu sitting in a chair beside her, touching the bouquet on the other side.

Seeing her awake, Su Ciyu looked up and smiled: “You’re awake.”

Su Mi: “…”

For some reason, Su Ciyu’s smile felt… indescribably eerie.

She coughed lightly and checked the time—it was the afternoon of the next day. She hadn’t been out for long.

Trying to ask: “What… happened to me?”

Su Ciyu was concise: “Susceptible period. Your gland was stimulated, but because of the barrier patch and inhibiting earrings, the pheromones couldn’t release. It built up too much, and you fainted.”

Su Mi: …?!

She was shocked.

A susceptible period? How?

Stunned for two seconds, she came around. Right, she was an Omega; she would have susceptible periods.

Su Ciyu briefly explained how to handle a susceptible period. Then, she seemed to have more to say.

Her gaze roamed over Su Mi for a moment before landing on the bouquet nearby.

Su Ciyu introduced: “The bouquet your sister sent. She’s in Wen Zisu’s office.”

Su Mi: “Oh, like that.”

She followed her gaze. In the middle of that bouquet were two very familiar white roses.

It shouldn’t make Su Ciyu suspicious, right? She hadn’t figured out how to tell Su Ciyu about the change in her relationship with Shen Han so soon.

And Su Ciyu was staring right at those two white roses.

As a frequent visitor to Southern Garden and Shen Shiwan’s close friend, she naturally recognized their origin: the most precious rose garden in Southern Garden, the world’s rarest white rose variety.

Even Su Ciyu had never been gifted any.

So even though only two were placed here restrainedly, Su Ciyu couldn’t help feeling like the cabbage had truly been rooted up by a pig.

Su Ciyu sighed, the words on the tip of her tongue hesitated for a moment.

Lowering her voice, she finally asked: “After that incident last time, you said you didn’t want to change your relationship with Shen Han. Now Mommy’s asking again—what’s the situation with you and Shen Han?”

A flash of blankness crossed Su Mi’s face.

She asked guiltily: “Wh-what’s wrong?”

Su Ciyu asked: “Your gland was stimulated because of her. Are you two dating? What… do you think of her now?”

Su Mi: “…?”

She felt Su Ciyu’s questioning was strange, like her elbow was turned outward. She didn’t seem worried at all about this Omega being toyed with or deceived by Shen Han the Alpha—instead, she seemed worried about Su Mi toying with Shen Han’s feelings…

Oh, precedent from before. Last time with the temporary mark, that was the attitude she had expressed to Su Ciyu.

Su Mi pursed her lips. She hadn’t expected the susceptible period faint to expose her first without her hiding it.

She said honestly: “We’re… trying it out. We haven’t fully confirmed the relationship yet.”

Su Ciyu was perceptive: “Trying it out—because you haven’t agreed, or she hasn’t?”

Su Mi said obediently: “Me.”

“…” Su Ciyu thought to herself, just as she expected.

Su Ciyu then asked: “Do you plan to tell Shen Han that you’re an Omega?”

Su Mi was a bit confused, not knowing why Su Ciyu was asking this too. She said: “Not planning to yet. I’ll consider it after we fully confirm the relationship.”

After all, the System’s OOC permissions unlocked gradually, and Su Mi was still optimistic.

In contrast, Su Ciyu’s expression tightened at those words.

She hesitated before saying: “Although your dad and I never interfere in your growth or life, I’ll just say this once… When it comes to relationships, if you haven’t thought it through, be cautious.”

“You’re still young and don’t have much stability when it comes to emotions, but Shen Han is different. She was raised under strict training as the sole heir of a great family from a young age—she’s not like those rich second-generation types from your old circles who treat relationships so casually. There’s a high chance that once she commits, she’ll stick with it to the end. Her attitude toward love is serious and stubborn. If you’re not certain about being with her, maybe it’s better not to start at all…”

“Besides, your Beta status might bring you a lot of hidden storms down the line. No one says it outright, but most of the prestigious people in Prime City still believe Alphas should be with Omegas. Think about it—ever since you disguised yourself as a Beta, haven’t your old friends grown distant from you?”

Su Ciyu rarely nagged on and on like this. Her core point was that Su Mi insisting on being with Shen Han as a Beta was unwise, and even more so was trying things out when her feelings were so uncertain.

Su Mi wanted to retort—for instance, that she wasn’t deliberately hiding her gender by not revealing it, and she wasn’t toying with emotions by trying things with Shen Han; she genuinely wanted to give it a shot…

But she couldn’t bring herself to say any of that to Su Ciyu.

She listened obediently.

Su Ciyu didn’t belabor the point. Once she finished, she rubbed her temples with a headache and said, “I don’t know if you told Shen Han you’re an Omega before. We told her it was mental power fluctuations, and she offered to help treat you. Now that your relationship is different, you can discuss it with her yourself.”

She sent a message to Wen Zisu. A moment later, someone knocked on the door.

Wen Zisu and Shen Han came in. Wen Zisu asked after her a few times with concern before Su Ciyu pulled him out.

It looked like the Su Family parents needed to discuss how to handle their “problem child.”

Shen Han was completely unaware of Su Ciyu’s headache. The moment she entered the ward, her gaze lingered on Su Mi, subtle but unmistakable.

Once the Su Family parents left, she closed the door and thoughtfully locked it before walking over and sitting in the chair beside the bed.

She glanced at Su Mi, then reached out to touch her forehead. “How are you feeling?”

Su Mi felt a pang of guilt. “Pretty good.”

Or rather, refreshed and clear-headed.

She knew the current medical system had mature treatments for susceptible period issues. After half a day of injections, there were no traces left at all.

If only she’d known she was in her susceptible period earlier—she wouldn’t have let it drag on until she fainted.

Shen Han’s gaze stayed glued to her. The air of aloof nobility around her melted into gentle tenderness as she took Su Mi’s hand, massaging her forehead with light, pitying strokes.

Su Mi wasn’t sure if it was some special technique or the touch of mental power, but it felt incredibly comfortable. She nearly drifted off with her eyes closing.

In her haze, she suddenly heard Shen Han say, “I looked into it. High-grade mental power can guide and sort out lower-grade mental power—it’s a form of treatment.”

Su Mi opened her eyes and turned to look.

Shen Han spoke unhurriedly. “With your mental power bad enough to make you faint at home, it’s not suitable to keep living at school. How about… moving into the apartment next to the school? You can rest and recover for a while. I can help guide and sort your mental power, and it won’t delay your studies.”

Su Mi instantly sobered up. “…”

Mom, come back and listen—I’m the cabbage about to be gobbled up by the pig!