Chapter 10

Transmigration Diary 10
It was actually an Alpha suppressor collar. With patches and inhibitors few people used them now.
Except inferior Alphas who could not control pheromones at all.
For Alphas it was not without humiliation.
Sometimes it had become…… a certain kind of toy.
Cefalina clearly did not know. Su Yan wanted to warn—too late.
Classmates stunned—the big quad went frighteningly quiet.
Before half a day the whole school would know.
Then Wen Shiyu had to wear the collar across half the campus to the dining hall’s private box Cefalina always used.
She learned nobles really had attendants through the whole meal.
Pour drinks, change plates—white-gloved servers did it instantly.
Wen Shiyu did not know what she should do.
Cefalina could not stand her idle—lifted her hand deliberately for a wipe.
“Oh.” Wen Shiyu knelt beside her, took the warm white towel, wiped palm, fingers, between fingers.
Cefalina felt ticklish—wanted to nitpick—but satisfied.
She thought again—had Wen Shiyu cut her lamb. Wen Shiyu nodded, face calm.
Cefalina ate watching her—finally thought of perfect “humiliation.”
She pushed her barely tasted roast lamb away—
Chin up, difficult tone: “I don’t want it. You finish it.”
“?” Hungry Wen Shiyu took the fork at once.
Smelled amazing.
Cafeteria too expensive—she had not had meat this good in ages.
Su Yan watched them—mouth twitching. Something felt off.
From outside they sat close—intimate pre-meal ritual and feeding—what did that have to do with punishment?
Su Yan almost spoke—Cefalina was on a roll.
Then “kindly” pushed seafood fried rice, fruit yogurt, ice cream.
By the end Wen Shiyu probably ate most invested and most satisfied.
Fork down, sigh of content—looked up into Su Yan’s complex subtle gaze……
“Cough.” Wen Shiyu cleared throat, exit request again.
“Um…… I really need to go—class this afternoon, I’ll be late—”
Cefalina saw ice cream on her corner of mouth…… did not notice humiliation failed.
Thought Wen Shiyu was quite obedient.
Satisfied—hand out, tone gentler.
“Show me your schedule.”
“?”
Wen Shiyu did not get it—got a glare—sent the schedule.
Cefalina tapped a message to someone. Looked up—bullying tone again.
“I moved your remaining required courses this term to my time slots—same professors.”
At Wen Shiyu’s wide eyes: “This afternoon’s class—you’re with me.”
Honor students like Cefalina had priority registration—
Her professors far better than the original host who did not care about grades.
Wen Shiyu never knew.
You could just…… move classes?
Damn noble privilege……
“So from now on…… every class and meal together?”
“What.” Cefalina lifted eyes, pointed at the collar, smug.
“Now you cooperate and please me. Need me to repeat?”
Wen Shiyu speechless—no choice—followed them to class again.
Honor small section—fewer students, nicer room.
Cefalina thought the servant game went well—very pleased.
She would torture Wen Shiyu harder—shoved a notebook into her arms for notes.
“……” Wen Shiyu sat stiff on Cefalina’s right.
Su Yan silently took the left.
Charlotte rushed in—about to greet—saw Wen Shiyu beside Cefalina.
Brows shot up. She sat behind Cefalina, leaned forward, gritted at Su Yan:
“I only missed one lunch……”
She pointed at Wen Shiyu and the collar on her neck.
“What. Happened.”
“……”
Wen Shiyu already awkward—next a student walked in, saw her beside Cefalina, hit a desk in shock—“ow”—face down on it.
Wen Shiyu closed her eyes.
Fine. Survive this period—next period schedules differed.
She opened Cefalina’s fancy notebook, took notes seriously, secretly copied to herself.
Mid-class Cefalina unconsciously leaned toward her—
Knee touched her leg—did not move. Shoulder tilted—almost on her.
Wen Shiyu looked—head down, pale, lashes low, hand on belly.
Unwell again?
Cefalina lifted pale beautiful eyes—met hers.
Seemed to realize almost leaning on her—cheeks flushed—sat straight, shifted away a little.
Wen Shiyu frowned.
Should have kissed at noon……
Why not? Hated her, would not kiss?
Then what about her body?
She leaned to whisper—
Looked up—Su Yan across Cefalina, watching her quietly.
“……”
Wen Shiyu stiffly eased back to her own chair, straight as a rod.
Class finally ended. Cefalina had faint sweat at her temple. Su Yan bent close, low concerned: “You look awful. I’ll take you back—call the doctor.”
Wen Shiyu packed, was leaving with the crowd—stopped.
Hesitated—stepped back. “……Want me to take you?”
Su Yan looked up—guard in her eyes. “No need.”
Su Yan did not trust her.
Wen Shiyu went to her own class alone.
Before that class ended—text from Cefalina.
Wen Shiyu sighed, slipped to the villa dorm again.
Inside Cefalina lay on the bedroom bed.
The female doctor handed warm water.
Cefalina rinsed small sips—face white, hand on mouth—like nausea just passed.
Doctor nodded at Wen Shiyu and left.
Wen Shiyu sighed, crouched by the bed. “Can we kiss now?”
“Why are you so late—”
Both at once.
Cefalina blinked, flushed. “You—”
“You” stuck—words jammed.
Wen Shiyu did not get the hesitation—leaned in.
“Wait—I haven’t brushed, I—”
Cefalina pushed frantic.
Wen Shiyu noticed thin sleep dress—spaghetti straps.
More fitted than uniform on her full—
Gaze dropped—snapped away.
Why did she care.
“It’s fine.”
They had kissed before—for treatment.
Wen Shiyu pinched soft cheek. Light kiss—tongue gentle along inner mouth.
Cefalina shuddered clear—shoulders to waist tight, neck red.
Eyes closed—lashes trembling.
“Mm…… mm……”
As she seemed to go limp sliding down Wen Shiyu reached to support—
Cefalina shoved hard, hands on head—or ears—breath messy.
“Ah—no—wrong—something’s wrong.”
“Huh?” Wen Shiyu blank.
What wrong? Her mouth tasted fine.
If anything—faint sweet peach.
“I—I never said you could kiss me!”
Cefalina gasped, forced stern face—words weak.
“But you were miserable—”
Wen Shiyu lost.
Cefalina ignored—yanked the blanket up.
“Go run thirty minutes outside. Then come back!”
Wen Shiyu’s eyes huge.
“Now? You want me to run now?”
“What?” Cefalina peeked from blankets, smug. “Or release pheromones normally.”
Wen Shiyu: “……”
……Fine. Run.
Unhappy but she went.
Thirty minutes later—damp bangs, breath quick—back in the room. Cefalina covered her mouth, trembling, dry retching.
Wen Shiyu rushed—supported her shoulders.
“Cefalina—okay?”
Pretty eyes watery—looked up—amber flicker of daze.
“Wen Shiyu…… hurts……”
Wen Shiyu unbuttoned uniform jacket, pulled the whole blanket up—covered them head to toe.
Under the quilt—small dark space—only woven breath, body heat and scent through thin cloth.
Wen Shiyu whispered in dark: “Does this work?”
Cefalina head down—breath still shaking. After a while muffled “mm.”
Wen Shiyu exhaled—then another problem.
“But…… do I have to stay like this?”
“Where else would you go?” Cefalina panted—wanted to scold—no strength.
“Stay here. Nowhere.”
Wen Shiyu: “……”
Later Cefalina’s breath eased.
Wen Shiyu moody.
She did not want sleep—homework, reading ahead.
Time passed. Cefalina unconsciously crept closer—almost fully in Wen Shiyu’s arms, head in the hollow of her shoulder, curled—
Like a small animal seeking warmth and safety.
Wen Shiyu paused—through a crack of light saw closed eyes.
Asleep?
Sleeping Cefalina lost daytime pride and guard—lashes like fans—more fairy-tale princess.
Thin sleep dress—side lie—skirt rolled to waist—long pale legs. Straps barely holding.
Wen Shiyu looked—ears hot. So pretty. It-girl indeed.
No no—what was she thinking.
If Cefalina was out—
Could she sneak up?
Wen Shiyu shifted back slightly—Cefalina clung, fingers tight on her sleeve.
“?”
Asleep or not?
“Cefalina?”
No response.
Soft: “One kiss then I leave—okay?”
Still nothing.
Wen Shiyu hesitated—fingertips under chin, tilt face up, lips parted slightly.
Whatever—kiss done, mission complete, leave.
But the instant lips touched, sleeping Cefalina’s throat made a tiny almost-whimper.
Arms flew around Wen Shiyu’s neck—whole body pressed down on her.
Wen Shiyu: !