Chapter 18

Transmigration Diary 18
“Huh? Now?”
“Okay okay—I’m coming—I’m not refusing—don’t panic—”
Wen Shiyu thought emergency—toweled hair—coat—out.
Door—Su Yan still there.
Tall straight in the corridor—neutralizer spray in hand—calm look.
Wen Shiyu thought block—no—
Su Yan complex—if Cefalina needed Wen Shiyu—said nothing—handed the bottle.
“Spray first.”
Wen Shiyu nodded—sprayed neck jogging through night to villa.
Maid opened—soft: “Miss is in the bedroom.”
“Cefalina?”
Door—Cefalina rigid on the bed—headlights-in-deer panic when she looked up.
“What’s wrong?” Wen Shiyu shut the door—walked over.
Cefalina red to collarbone—like fever—hand to forehead.
Touch—Cefalina wore a collar too—hiding it head down.
“You called me…… because this won’t come off?”
Cefalina almost ball—tiny nod. “Uh…… yes—”
Wen Shiyu lifted her hair—half held her to see.
Cefalina breath shook—forehead on Wen Shiyu’s shoulder—fingers on her clothes.
Wen Shiyu fumbled collar—locked.
Pulled—hidden buttons—nothing.
Fingertips felt faint vibration?
Cefalina ears blood-red—hands over face.
Hidden phone app—heart rate climbing since Wen Shiyu entered—unlock at threshold.
Cefalina knew—too shy to say—buried face in Wen Shiyu’s hair like a puppy.
Eyes unfocused—whisper at last:
“You…… bite me—”
“What?”
“Bite me…… mark me—” tiny trembling shame.
“Then it opens—”
Wen Shiyu did not grasp an Omega asking that—more lost:
“This collar—and biting—what’s the relation?”
Cefalina exploded red.
“I—I let you bite and you still ask—”
“You did those things to me—I’m pregnant with your child! Won’t even help—”
“Okay okay—I’ll bite.”
Wen Shiyu knew she was not Alpha—bite would not work—
Cefalina nearly crying—messy light bite on her neck—Cefalina went quiet.
Did it work? Teeth gentle—Cefalina’s breath broke with each touch—
Cefalina thought teasing—angry—helpless.
“Mm…… harder.”
Surprised—Wen Shiyu bit harder on that small patch—
Cefalina gasped—toes lifted—clutched sheets.
Pain but pressed close.
Gradually hot spot on nape—faint peach—Wen Shiyu’s heart raced.
Eyes closed—treated the warm flesh like peach pulp—sucking gently—
Cefalina arched—cry-sound—called her name.
Collar beeped twice—fell.
Throat dry. “Done—it fell.”
Cefalina did not release—held tighter.
Eyes scattered—white rabbit ears soft—cheek on Wen Shiyu—sticky voice:
“……More.”
“Want more—”
Nuzzling neck and chin—
Fluffy tail out—wagging small.
Wen Shiyu stunned. “This…… isn’t quite right?”
“Hm?”
Cefalina nuzzling—strange scent—
Eyes wide. “What smell?”
“Huh?”
“You—and Su Yan—what did you do?”
“Nothing—perfume talk—”
“No—her scent on you.”
“No way—”
“Yes!”
Sweating—Wen Shiyu cupped her neck. “Didn’t you want marking?”
She bit—
Cefalina snapped: “No—you liar. Hate you—don’t bite—”
But when Wen Shiyu held tighter—struggle became whimper—tail wagged harder.
“No…… no more—” voice melted sugar—tearful—like a pleading cat.
Wen Shiyu’s cheeks burned—peach scent thick—wrapping her.
Cefalina whimpered—begged soft she could not take more.
Wen Shiyu stopped—not real marking—
Cefalina still clutched—drowning—sobbed her name:
“Wen Shiyu…… Wen Shiyu…… save me—”
Faint buzz still—kicked collar off bed—hum remained.
Realization—gaze down.
Cefalina not clear—only sobbed—sought comfort in her hands.
Lifting her leg—Cefalina obedient—face in knees—murmured sorry.
Still in the special underwear.
Special meaning dawned—
Tried to remove—belt locked—same as collar?
Room hot—brain fuzzy—stared—reached—
Cefalina head up—small cry—sheet gripped—
Belt opened.
Removed—faced a soaked miserable rabbit tail.
……
Before meeting Wen Shiyu next day Su Yan stood at the rendezvous.
Uniform neat—top button done—hands on hips—deep breaths.
High-tier Alpha—control pheromones.
Touching neck only—cannot leak again.
Else what would she become?
“Su Yan.”
Wen Shiyu waved—jogging over.
Last time reluctant and fuzzy—today early.
Stopped—panting—uneasy eyes.
“Perfume will work—right?”
Su Yan blank: “Of course. Especially if Cefalina adapts to the scent—”
Pause: “Why ask?”
Wen Shiyu scratched head. “Yesterday almost exposed. She said…… I smell like you.”
Su Yan’s heart jumped.
“Didn’t you spray blocker?”
“Did.”
“She…… got too close?”
Wen Shiyu vague: “Oh—a little.”
Su Yan wanted details—remembered stay calm—or pheromones again.
Looked away—nodded. “Some contact inevitable. When perfume’s done you won’t need this.”
Wait—mind stuck—care more about Cefalina or Wen Shiyu?
Back faint sweat—should be Cefalina—right?
Childhood together—mothers joked they matched—Cefalina essential on life’s canvas.
Loved protecting her Omega—knowing everything.
Matched families—never questioned.
She loved Cefalina—didn’t she?
Wen Shiyu did not notice Su Yan’s drift—she slept poorly too.
Last night Cefalina crying and clinging replayed.
Promised to treat her—obey—but some intimacy crossed the line.
Cefalina was fuzzy—Wen Shiyu was awake.
When cured she would hate this.
Wen Shiyu wanted graduate and go home—could not continue.
Keep distance.
Cefalina seemed to mind—no contact all morning.
Afternoon lecture—they met at the door.
Cefalina saw her—ears red—looked away—entered first.
Usual seat—fiddled bag charm—eyes on the door.
Wen Shiyu entered—Cefalina’s back stiffened.
Wen Shiyu passed the empty seat beside her—walked to back rows.
Cefalina frozen—fingers stopped mid-air.
Su Yan entered—looked at Cefalina—then Wen Shiyu alone in back.
Su Yan hesitated.
Class went silent—ears up—eyes among three.
Su Yan stood—glanced Wen Shiyu—sat by Cefalina.
“Huu—”
Collective tiny exhale—whispers—same thought: Wen Shiyu finally cast out?
Thank heaven—order restored.
Wen Shiyu relieved—back corner safer.
Too early.
Bell rang—Su Yan did not leave with Cefalina.
Stood—walked the aisle to the back.
Illusion shattered—eyes wide.
Su Yan sat by Wen Shiyu natural.
“Why sit here?” low—only two.
Wen Shiyu leaned close: “Cefalina might be mad at me.”
Su Yan silent: “……What happened last night?”
Others saw closeness—whispering—not enemies.
Before explain—Cefalina turned—stood.
“Wen Shiyu! Come here.”
“Huh?”
Cefalina crossed—grabbed wrist—in front of class—dragged out.
Class exploded.
Instrument practice room—door shut.
Wen Shiyu first: “Last night sorry—I won’t tell anyone—”
“Who said you could sneak off at midnight!” Cefalina at once—chest heaving.
“Huh? I couldn’t stay overnight—”
Cefalina redder at the reminder.
“And if Su Yan found out again—”
Oh—caring about Su Yan.
Cefalina furious: “You think Su Yan would like you?”
“Of course she doesn’t.” Wen Shiyu puzzled—knew Su Yan liked Cefalina.
Cefalina bit lip—misread.
Even if Su Yan did not—Wen Shiyu only had eyes for Su Yan?
Marked her for Su Yan? Rumors for Su Yan?
Last night biting—thinking of Su Yan?
Cefalina wanted to scream.
“You—whatever! You’re just my tool—I won’t need you soon—!”
No more softness—Wen Shiyu deserved revenge.
Turned and ran. Wen Shiyu blank—she knew she was scent supply.
“Cefalina?”
Chased—gone—met Charlotte on stairs.
Charlotte searching—confused—Cefalina had blown past.
Charlotte tilted head: “Little servant—angered her again?”
“……I didn’t.”
Charlotte hm—left chasing Cefalina.
Wen Shiyu followed heavy-hearted.
Near villa—Charlotte blocked outside.
Cute outfit—sour face—curled cat on steps.
“Wants quiet—no visitors.” Charlotte told Wen Shiyu.
Eyes lit—teasing:
“Reminder—masquerade ball soon. Biggest student council event.”
“Your grades are awful—scholarship chance—give your flower to Su Yan—for her Iris grant.”
Smirk: “Little servant—your only comeback—don’t waste it.”
Wen Shiyu understood.
Trap public humiliation at the ball?
Tradition: exchange flowers—promise one wish.
Ordinary flowers—kiss or date at most.
Top nobles’ flowers—priceless.
Su Yan’s iris flower—top council scholarship unconditional.
Stars got mountains of flowers—rarely gave their own back.
Public ritual—who you would favor without price.
Romance for commoners—game for nobles.
So Su Yan’s odd warmth—setup for rejection?
Wen Shiyu did not care much.
Original host dreamed of ball—dresses and jewels.
Wen Shiyu never expected Su Yan’s flower.
Eyes on Cefalina’s closed door.
Finish the Cavendish deal first.
……
Cefalina in her room.
Refused friends—still awful—belly ache.
Curled—blanket still faint Wen Shiyu scent—
Deep breath—rubbed on it.
Slept together—dared leave at midnight—
Next time tie her up.
No—shake head—why tie—she was no treasure.
Phone buzz—APP: “Last night heart score off the charts～ top 1%～ rate your Alpha～”
Red face—threw phone—almost one-star.
Not good at all!
Bad tool. Hate.
Face in blanket—ears hot—Wen Shiyu scent lingered.
When ball rejection breaks her—will she come back?
No—what was she thinking—pregnancy hormones.
Lay long—pain clearer—bathroom—retch—eyes acid.
Flash: wish not pregnant—
Phone again—thought Charlotte—
Wen Shiyu’s voice: “You okay?”
Words stuck.
“Charlotte said you want quiet—but you seem unwell—can I come in?”
“Won’t you find Su Yan?”
“Why Su Yan—I worry about you.”
Heart pierced—silent.
Maid: “Miss—invite her in?”
“……”
Wen Shiyu waited—maid let her in—found Cefalina in bathroom—cramped—could not stand.
Hugged her.
“Worse?”
Cefalina clutched her shirt—breathing—red eyes up.
“I—” wanted fine—grievance blocked her throat.
——Because you did not sit by me today—no contact—of course it hurts.
Wen Shiyu saw near tears—no more questions—kissed her.
Lashes trembled—resisted—then arms tight around neck.
With Wen Shiyu cold limbs warmed—belly eased—hot inside.
Kissed until breathless—sweat—Wen Shiyu tried to pull away—Cefalina gripped.
“Where.”
“Nowhere.”
“More…… kiss?”
Cefalina hesitant—eyes down—tiny voice:
“Rougher—”
Wen Shiyu blank—help her—last time—palms sweat.
“Is that…… okay?”
Ears red—angry rabbit stomp: “My rules or yours?”
“Your fault—and your family loan not approved yet—you—”
Wen Shiyu pressed her to the wall—low at ear: “Okay okay—I know.”
Ears ticklish—legs weak—
Regret asking—then speechless—wanted to vanish—yet press flush to Wen Shiyu—
Strange—could not think—
Arms around neck—kissed again—then whisper complaint:
“Still…… still not enough—”
What then?
Brain misfired: “With my mouth?”
Cefalina eyes huge—scarlet.
“Y-you pervert—”
“Not—I—” Cefalina covered face—subtle arch—
“……?”
Really?
Wen Shiyu froze—Cefalina peeked—why not start—playing pervert?
Swallowed—dizzy—looked down—
Too beautiful—like invitation—she did—
Cefalina small cry—clung—knees weak—
Wen Shiyu held her up.
……
Afternoon class—Cefalina and Wen Shiyu tight together again.
Not pale—natural flush—occasional nods—light mood.
No talk—but tension gone—almost harmonious.
Everyone: ……No!
We were the clowns.
Wen Shiyu felt Su Yan’s side-eye—guilty.
Phone buzz—Su Yan’s text.
Tonight meet—apply scent—not dorm—she’d buy late snack.
Wen Shiyu hesitated—did not want closeness or debt—
Maybe kindness was rejection setup—
Free food then?
Suddenly fine.
After class Cefalina would not let her go—until evening.
“Getting late.” Su Yan stood—flat.
“Wen Shiyu should go.”
Cefalina looked at Su Yan—lashes down.
“Let her stay” died on tongue—pride—released fingers.
Wen Shiyu waved small—“See tomorrow”—left.
Su Yan left too—almost side by side.
Cefalina watched them go—random: “Will she really reject her?”
Charlotte linked arms—blinked:
“Of course! Su Yan could never care—show will be spectacular.”
Mind racing: time to tell Su Yan the ball plan?
Had not told her yet.