Chapter 24

Transmigration Diary 24
Maybe pressed—Cefalina’s throat leaked a tiny nasal sound.
That unguarded note—electric at Wen Shiyu’s ear—almost permission.
Wen Shiyu jumped back half a step like burned.
Dim light—both flushed—breath loud in the hall.
Soft PA—unstable air ahead—stay in cabins.
Wen Shiyu stammered: “We…… shouldn’t be here.”
Cefalina silent—waited for her to open her door.
Wen Shiyu turned—fled—
“You—sleep early.”
“?”
Cefalina watched her vanish at the corner.
She just…… left?
Unnameable displeasure.
Angry at the leave—angrier she got swept along again.
Had planned—make Wen Shiyu beg properly—puppy eyes—or sweeter words—before scent—
Instead ambushed—half body still tingling numb—
Not back from that strange place—and Wen Shiyu left halfway!
After fuming—reframe.
Wen Shiyu said control and use—yet leaves at key moments—resisting herself—right?
Felt attraction beyond control—fighting her pheromone lure.
Mood oddly better.
Even competitive.
Someday make Wen Shiyu admit fascination—beg pitifully—
Then maybe—let her touch tail tip!
Wen Shiyu’s cabin—cheeks stayed hot.
Turbulence—hand touched somewhere worse—
Texture and that nasal sound replay—heart pounding.
Why no anger—no instant push?
Bluff seen through?
Chicken game—who stops first?
Stakes too high.
More and it would be full sex—not temp marking and edges—but——
Face in hands—how to continue the plan.
——
Next morning breakfast on the plane—Wen Shiyu guilty.
Did fleeing break character?
Cefalina spirited—glanced at her—some small plan brewing.
Soon landed—private island airstrip—car through jungle to resort-like complex.
Pool, sea-view dining, spa, yacht—no other guests—only uniform staff.
Wholly private luxury island.
Privilege shock again—still outsider.
Beach villa—white sand—ocean view.
Wen Shiyu with small bag—picking guest room—
“Wen Shiyu.”
Cefalina half out of bedroom—silk robe loose—collarbone bare.
“Come here.”
Obedient inside.
“Later beach—you…… put sunscreen on me.”
Casual yes—looked up—eyes huge.
Cefalina undid robe tie.
Underneath—minimal bikini—few straps—figure bare.
Stunned—shy Cefalina this bold in private.
Cefalina reddened under stare—glanced down—belly not showing yet—fuller from “pregnancy”—still pretty?
Nerves—but chin up—chest out—“Quick—whole body—sunburn easy.”
Sat on bed—lifted ankle—start.
Kneeling on carpet—sunscreen in hand.
Skin soft—warmer than lotion.
Ankle to calf—up—focused.
Cefalina redder—breath uneven.
Faint peach in air—Wen Shiyu no reaction to pheromone.
Cefalina annoyed—fake serious Alpha—how long can she act?
Heart set—pretend adjust—bikini strap “accidentally” slipped from neck.
“Ah—”
Wen Shiyu looked up—breath stopped—mind blank.
Cefalina burning—peach scent thick sweet—ripe.
Lashes low—soft: “How did it…… fall—”
Frozen—heart hammering—test! See if I flinch!
Calm—“Then…… I apply everywhere?”
Stood—leaned—Cefalina edged back—
Legs numb—slipped—pinned Cefalina on bed.
Gold hair spread—hands over face—breath and ears betrayed.
Felt her heartbeat.
Awkward continued—peach almost intoxicating—
About to pull away—arms around her neck tight.
Whisper at ear—too low—maybe hate her—
Then trembling urgent:
“Quick…… now…… mark me—”
……
Afternoon—living room—beach outing.
Su Yan paused in hall—faint peach remnant—unsure—
Glance at Wen Shiyu studying a glass—ears still pinker.
“Cefalina…… still a while?”
“Ah—should be.” Guilty.
Cefalina emerged—modest one-piece—cover-up—barely any skin.
Wen Shiyu: ……?
Why full-body sunscreen then.
Silent—followed three to private beach—umbrellas—chairs—ice buckets—staff waiting.
Su Yan—good waves—surfing.
Wen Shiyu interested—Su Yan: “Want to try? I’ll teach.”
Cefalina no hard sport—with Charlotte on chairs.
Lazy sun—eyes through lenses on shallow water pair.
Patient lesson—board—balance—contact hard to call accidental.
Hm.
Unhappy again.
Brief marking left her dizzy wanting more—
Almost begged Wen Shiyu inside—
Not first time—legs still weak—
Why fine now surfing seriously with Su Yan?
Should affect her deeper?
Bit straw.
Must “win” on this.
How make Alpha more obsessed?
Higher concentration—direct exchange—fastest way.
Being a little forward was not losing—so Wen Shiyu would crawl back addicted.
More than kiss or mark—what would direct exchange be—
Red again—legs tight—could she really?
Too much?
But pregnant—Wen Shiyu started it—
Just taking initiative back.
Natural right.
Charlotte beside—also watching sea pair.
Is Wen Shiyu even doing “hate me” plan?
Enjoying vacation with Su Yan?
Wen Shiyu really excited—first surf—novel fun.
Dinner—talked techniques—praised Su Yan on waves—cool and clean.
Su Yan focused—after dinner: “Good workout—hot spring to relax muscles?”
“Sure.”
Looked up—Cefalina fork stabbing meat—face blank but clearly unhappy.
“……We all go together?” Tried.
Cefalina faint eye-roll—did not refuse.
After meal—four to hot spring—wash area first.
Shower on—divider door pulled open—
Wen Shiyu spun—steam—Cefalina outside.
Soaked—hair on cheek and neck—dripping—misty pale eyes—steam red face.
“Wen Shiyu—I feel awful now—”
Frozen.
“But—”
Didn’t we mark this morning?
Cefalina ignored—step in—“Your pheromones are too low-grade—”
“You—you have to compensate me.”