Chapter 16

Transmigration Diary 16
Did she really have to call Wen Shiyu back?
Several times she picked up the phone—finger over Wen Shiyu’s name—put it down.
No! Every time she saw that person hormones took over—went wrong. Blame hateful Omega instinct.
Cannot. Endure a little—wait for Su Yan’s perfume. More controllable.
She had to hold.
Absolutely must not let Wen Shiyu think—after casual kisses, tail touches, secret teasing in front of friends—she would beg her back.
That would be Wen Shiyu’s scheme winning.
Hate it. Wen Shiyu probably did it on purpose.
Cefalina thought again—
How Wen Shiyu used those long pale hands on her when she could not speak or move.
Mind said hate—body opposite. Heat would not drop.
She reached awkward—touched her rabbit tail—knees tight—small animal whimper.
Cefalina never did this.
Stronger shame—eyes red—whispering hate—hand did not stop.
Wen Shiyu. All Wen Shiyu’s fault.
……
Elsewhere, next morning dawn.
Su Yan’s call woke Wen Shiyu—reason: reapply pheromone scent.
Wen Shiyu got up resigned. After applying Su Yan held her—to observe fade rate.
Observation method: jog around the campus ornamental lake!
One lap—Wen Shiyu nearly died on the shore.
Su Yan not winded—looked back puzzled. “Your fitness is poor. Need training.”
Wen Shiyu inwardly wailed: whose fitness can match yours!
Su Yan saw her red cheeks—heard her mutter—noticed displeasure.
Not angry—smiled.
Slowed pace—jogged beside her—instructor tone: “Breathe,” “Good, great, keep going.”
Finally over—Wen Shiyu thought nap time—phone rang.
Cefalina—where are you?
Wen Shiyu looked at Su Yan—Su Yan pointed at lit cafeteria—clear.
“……” Wen Shiyu sighed—said cafeteria—followed Su Yan.
Cefalina came with Charlotte.
Surprised Wen Shiyu was with Su Yan—
Damp bangs, whole face red, asleep on the table.
Su Yan sat opposite watching quietly—even reached to lift her hair—
Then looked up—Cefalina and Charlotte approaching.
Hand changed path—waved hello.
Wen Shiyu woke to small noise—pillow crease on cheek.
“Morning—” saw Cefalina frowning.
What? Oh—yesterday’s embarrassment—
Cefalina had reason to be angry—
Why frown at Su Yan?
Su Yan today did not rush to Cefalina first—changed subject—what for breakfast.
Buffet in the cafeteria.
Su Yan and Charlotte to fetch food. Wen Shiyu leaned to Cefalina—soft sorry: “Yesterday…… sorry.”
Cefalina remembered blanket chaos—
Worst—asleep last night dreamed Wen Shiyu.
Dream Wen Shiyu worse than reality—
Woke urgent shame in the blanket crying.
Remembering—face hot—fists tight. How did she become this?
Could Wen Shiyu calculate even that?
Wen Shiyu blinked innocent: “What?”
Cefalina pressed lips—looked away.
Wen Shiyu saw red ears—hesitated—whisper:
“Kiss later?”
Cefalina: “……”
Wen Shiyu: “We sneak somewhere.”
Teasing again?
Cefalina wanted to refuse—say she did not want to kiss her—
But words stuck seeing that silly flushed face with crease marks—
Body fought her.
“Oh right,” Wen Shiyu pulled black choker from pocket—the one Cefalina gave before.
“Found it. Wear again?”
Cefalina pressed lips—grabbed it—put it on Wen Shiyu.
Pausing—pulled her close—nose almost on nape—sniffed hard.
“What smell on you?”
“Ah…… what smell?” Wen Shiyu smiled guilty.
Pregnant Omega nose sharp—even faint trace—intuition—
Mood awful.
“Like another Alpha!”
“How? I haven’t been near any Alpha.”
How could she not—Cefalina recalled the scene just now.
……Su Yan.
Su Yan and Charlotte returned—Charlotte set light porridge before Cefalina—almost showing off:
“Cefalina still unwell this morning.”
Without Su Yan she was first to find Cefalina today!
To Wen Shiyu, teasing natural: “Wen Shiyu—you’re her ‘little servant’? Fetch fruit your master likes.”
Wen Shiyu good-tempered—stood—went with Su Yan to the line again.
Charlotte watched Cefalina’s eyes follow the two—leaned close, volume only for two:
“Cefalina—you hate Wen Shiyu a lot, right?”
Cefalina paused—lashes down—complex hidden—low: “……Especially.”
“I’ll help you get revenge.”
Cefalina’s heart jumped. “How…… revenge?”
“You know she’s always liked Su Yan?” Charlotte blinked gold.
Cefalina looked—slow nod.
“We make her think she finally has a chance with Su Yan—then—” voice lower,
“at the end-of-term ball Su Yan rejects her cold.
She’s been with us—everyone hyping her—then we all ignore her. Fall from cloud—isolated school-wide.”
Cefalina bit lip—silent long.
Charlotte watched—coaxing: “Nothing compared to what she did to you, right? We wait for perfume, then execute.”
In mind: whether Su Yan might slip—that’s another matter.
But Cefalina stayed low.
She wanted to punish Wen Shiyu—why did this plan not make her happy?
Elsewhere—
Su Yan saw Wen Shiyu yawn again—laughed again for no reason.
“Fine. Reapply scent at night instead.”
“Ah.” Wen Shiyu lit up.
No more dawn wake-ups?
Su Yan: “I’ll come to your dorm tonight.”
“Oh…… eh?” Dorm?
Car incident was awkward enough.
Dorm—more misunderstanding?
Before Wen Shiyu spoke Su Yan ended topic—tray back first.
Wen Shiyu followed.
Meal—Cefalina mood low—poking food, silent.
Wen Shiyu thought unwell—glanced at her—
Felt Su Yan turn—looked at Su Yan.
Cefalina turned—saw Wen Shiyu looking at Su Yan.
Su Yan eating—Cefalina glared at her.
Hm.
Su Yan: ……?
What’s wrong with her.
——
Later PE—but at Saint Winsor nobles had private custom coaching one-on-one.
Cefalina skipped for unwell—but did not return to dorm—opened a door, let Wen Shiyu sneak into her private gym lounge.
Small suite—basic equipment, rest area, private bath. Glass door and half-wall windows to the corridor.
Cefalina paler—Wen Shiyu understood.
Pulled curtains—corner.
“Need…… a kiss?”
Cefalina ears red—turned away—no clear no.
Wen Shiyu kissed her.
This time more resistant—sat straight—no tongue.
Only lashes trembling—small swallows of her saliva.
Wen Shiyu thought efficiency was higher.
But public area—students or coaches passing outside.
Curtain up—glass door still transparent.
Afraid of being seen—pushed Cefalina deeper in the corner.
Her closeness made Cefalina stiffer.
Kiss controlled at first—soon Cefalina dizzy again.
Not satisfied—could not say where—miserable and wronged.
Morning besides nausea “pregnancy” brought vague chest ache.
Had been only pain—pressed in the corner kissing—strange fullness in chest.
How…… mind fuzzier—waves in the body……
When Wen Shiyu pulled back—Cefalina’s eyes rimmed red—lashes wet—about to cry.
“What?” Wen Shiyu whispered, scared.
Cefalina voice tiny:
“Chest…… hurts……”
Chest pain?
Wen Shiyu was about to care—Cefalina leaned on her shoulder.
“So—so hurts…… rub…… rub for me.”
“Oh oh—” Wen Shiyu raised hand—froze—
Huh?
Can—can you even rub that?