Chapter 25

Transmigration Diary 25
Cefalina stormed into the narrow shower stall—courage deflated the moment she faced Wen Shiyu.
Eyes wandering—face red—mumbled something.
Under the shower roar Wen Shiyu heard nothing.
Blank look—Cefalina redder—forced louder:
“You—you…… kneel.”
Wen Shiyu froze—gaze dropped—face red—understood what she wanted.
Under that gaze Cefalina burned redder.
Hands on Wen Shiyu’s shoulders—light pressure—
Heart racing—Wen Shiyu knelt.
What followed left her dizzy.
No disgust—mostly shock.
Cefalina wanted her…… like this?
Because she felt awful?
Really okay with it?
Was this wrong?
Wait—still…… peach flavored??
Warm water on her face—eyes closed.
Cefalina gripped cold tile—still unsteady.
Later made Wen Shiyu stand—arms around her neck—face in the hollow of her neck—tearful mumble: “More…… again—”
Wen Shiyu’s head spun—still thinking peach.
Cefalina clung—she held her.
Hand taken—guided……
“Wen Shiyu…… Wen Shiyu—”
Swallow—water felt scalding—steam blurred everything.
Cefalina lost—wanted more—could not stand.
Wen Shiyu turned her—pressed her to the stall door—obedient—gripping the door—soaked rabbit tail high.
After a while Wen Shiyu whispered:
“……Shh—quiet.”
Su Yan and Charlotte might be in the spring already—but this was semi-public wash area……
Breath and answers shattered.
Hand over her mouth—seemed to make Cefalina more——
Drip drip of warm water.
Face against the door—finally no strength—slid down whimpering.
……
Su Yan and Charlotte waited at the spring a long time before Wen Shiyu arrived.
Not in yet—face red—eyes drifting.
Su Yan: “So long—anything wrong?”
“Ah.” Guilty.
“Nothing…… Cefalina felt unwell—I stayed with her a while.”
“Is that so?”
Near the spring Su Yan caught faint peach on her.
Paused.
“Where’s Cefalina?”
“She…… might not come—resting in the room.”
Vague—stepped into the pool beside Su Yan.
Warm water—sighed.
Su Yan’s gaze fixed on her shoulder.
“What happened here?”
Looked down—faint marks.
Covered—neck red too.
“Maybe I scratched myself.”
Su Yan frowned. “Bitten?”
……By a rabbit.
Fierce clingy pretty golden rabbit.
Could not say.
Head still fuzzy—floating in spring and clouds.
How did she accept—even cooperate so naturally?
More contact fit the act—
But it did not help make Cefalina hate her……
Cefalina’s reaction did not look like hate.
Most lost: she did not hate it either.
What was wrong with her?
When Cefalina recovered—would she blame her—for taking advantage?
How to end this?
Entrance stirred—Cefalina appeared.
Redder than Wen Shiyu—wet gold hair up—slender neck—bare face still stunning.
Ears retracted—joining after all.
Slow to the pool—between Wen Shiyu and Su Yan.
“……?” Su Yan shifted aside.
Eyes between them—then past Cefalina to Wen Shiyu:
“Waves should be good tomorrow—more surfing?”
Eyes lit—about to yes—met Cefalina’s silent stare.
Chin in water—only flushed face and pale eyes—unblinking.
Guilty—swallowed—muted:
“……Sure…… see weather tomorrow.”
Cefalina blinked—silent.
Wen Shiyu quiet in chat—sat so close—afraid Cefalina regretted the impulse.
Cefalina had not recovered either.
Not the script—bully her, make her obsessed……
Should dominate proudly—watch Wen Shiyu lose her mind or endure humiliation—
Felt like she had not dominated later.
Legs sore—waist tired—almost slipped sitting in the spring——
Stole glance—Wen Shiyu staring at ripples—melancholy.
Different from usual.
Wen Shiyu was hurt after all?
Not every Alpha would do that—inferior Alpha—knows she’ll get more addicted to her scent?
Corner of mouth up—effort not wasted.
Then annoyed—
Lost in the rush—too dizzy—did not watch Wen Shiyu’s defeated face.
Could not even manage her own expression—
Embarrassing?
Cannot think—ears cannot pop out again!
Next time—make Wen Shiyu suffer more.
Steam kept both cheeks red.
Wen Shiyu stopped overthinking—enjoyed the spring.
Night—stars on black sea—quiet beauty.
Long soak—Charlotte felt hot—left for iced fruit.
“Cefalina—so red—rest a bit.”
Cefalina wrapped towel—followed.
Su Yan beside Wen Shiyu again.
“You…… still want to surf?”
Embarrassed nod.
“Go early—before sun’s harsh.”
Pause—focused gaze—lower voice:
“Just us two—how about it?”
Wen Shiyu blank—no answer ready.
“Wen Shiyu.” Cefalina from afar.
“What?” Had to get out—walk over.
Nothing really—handed half-drunk juice: “Hold this.”
Obedient—cup ready when wanted.
Su Yan: “Put it on the table.”
Cefalina: “Then I lift it when I want.”
Su Yan almost laughed: “No strength? You lounged on the beach all day.”
Faint blush—look away—“……I’m just tired.”
Glance at Wen Shiyu: “How does she eat?”
Cefalina pointed at fruit plate: “She can eat mine—I didn’t forbid it.”
Wen Shiyu shook head: “No—I’m full.”
Su Yan odd: “You ate? When?”
“Uh—” stuck—red again.
Help! Felt like she ate peach—
Actually did not.
Cefalina blinked—two clouds on cheeks—silent.
——
Back at villa Su Yan stopped Cefalina at the door.
“Cefalina,” gentle but serious, “tomorrow morning I want to take Wen Shiyu surfing alone.”
Cefalina pressed lips.
Teach her if you want—why alone.
“No.”
“Su Yan—you know we’re enemies?”
“I did not bring her to be friends with you—”
Face very serious.
Su Yan more lost.
Cefalina was kind—but first a Cavendish heiress—not naive.
Real revenge would not be pour tea and petty chores.
She brought Wen Shiyu here—bought clothes—collar—almost gave family flower—
Now surfing alone is too friendly to Wen Shiyu?
Weird—Su Yan wanted to speak—Cefalina already inside.
……
Inside villa Wen Shiyu pulled Charlotte for “coaching.”
Plot drifting—too inside it.
Mumbled but too shy for details.
Charlotte arms crossed—about to press—
Cefalina entered.
“Cefalina—you’re here.”
Wen Shiyu shut up.
Wen Shiyu with Charlotte again—displeasure.
“Wen Shiyu—come here.”
Hesitant whisper: “I want to talk to Charlotte—”
“No.”
Arms crossed—unwillingness on Wen Shiyu’s face—
Not anger—strange competitive fire.
Unwilling is right—bully her!
“Come here.” Chin up like training a pet.
“I count to three.”
“……”
Lost—followed into bedroom under Charlotte’s puzzled gaze.
Door clicked—Wen Shiyu wary—want to retreat—excitement stronger.
“Kneel.”
“Huh?” Red— “We just—”
“So what?” Reason solid—
“Your inferior Alpha scent is never enough—”
Inner voice: I’m not Alpha……
“And…… standing in the shower tired me out.”
Memory—lifting Cefalina…… tired too.
“So,” proud,
“Continue…… until I’m satisfied.”
Wen Shiyu startled—eyes darting—for excuses.
That look—finally bullying—delighted.
“What? You said you want to control me?
Make me addicted to your pheromones?”
Stepped close—tail-high cat—first time excited—pushed Wen Shiyu to the door.
“Then why refuse now?”