Chapter 27

Transmigration Diary 27
Wen Shiyu had no good defense—cheeks warm—partial confession at last.
“I tried. I told her I want to control her—get her addicted to my pheromones—said…… oily lines.”
Skipped the hardest parts—“But she doesn’t seem to reject me getting close.”
“The more I push—the closer we get.”
Charlotte facepalmed.
“Idiot! Active means do what she hates—not cling to her.”
“Find what she hates most—do that hard.”
Wen Shiyu blinked—oh.
Right—Cefalina said jump and she jumped—so no hate?
“Then—” eager eyes at Charlotte—“what does Cefalina hate most?”
“Uh—”
Silence on both.
……
Elsewhere—Cefalina alone on the wide sofa.
Blue sea through glass—TV on—she did not watch—ears red—distracted.
Was I…… not reserved enough?
Said I did not need it—then wanted it—went back on my word in front of Wen—embarrassing.
Played with her hair—messy head.
But this was to make Wen Shiyu depend—unable to leave her scent—
So scent bombing short-term…… strategy…… right?
If she suddenly cold now—
Would Wen Shiyu get withdrawal—come begging?
Where did Wen Shiyu go?
While scheming cold war—Charlotte sat smiling with a magazine.
“Cefalina—look!” Column title:
“Annual poll: Omega’s most cringe Alpha behaviors—which?”
Wen Shiyu entered—single sofa—quiet.
Cefalina’s eyes pulled to her—but answered Charlotte: “Hm? What?”
Charlotte read: “Many options—Alpha privilege—acting superior.
Interfering with Omega social life—too controlling.
Pheromone bullying;
Worst—forcible marking without consent.”
Cefalina’s brow knit.
“All awful. Especially meddling—and forced marking—‘jealousy’ and ‘care’ are pretty excuses for selfish control.”
“Treating Omega as property.”
“Exactly—disrespectful Alphas are worst.”
Charlotte nodded—look at Wen Shiyu.
Wen Shiyu memorized.
Evening—home theater—lights dim—screen on faces.
Cefalina drifted beside Wen Shiyu—casual:
“Tomorrow surf with Su Yan all day.” Pause. “Don’t come find me.”
Surprised—side glance: “And you?”
Hesitate. “Charlotte and I snorkel.”
Charlotte listening—surprised delight: “Just us two?”
Wen Shiyu remembered coaching—almost speak—
Charlotte frantic eyes—delay plan—don’t ruin us!
“……”
Mouth shut.
Cefalina—no pushback—no chase—dissatisfied.
Not the lost Wen Shiyu she imagined.
Could not watch film—scent not enough?
Wen Shiyu leaned close.
Cefalina turned.
Fine face silver-edged in screen light—almost at her ear—low: “Then…… tonight?”
Ears tickled—cold: “Don’t need you tonight either.”
“Oh.” Nodded—accepted—back to film.
Cefalina: “……”
Could not take it back—moody to her room.
Tossed all night—empty beside her—slept poorly.
Next day Wen Shiyu left early with Su Yan—no shadow.
So eager huh.
Unhappier.
After meal—snorkel bay with Charlotte.
Clear water—coral—fish—beautiful.
Not first time—low energy—tired soon—
“Tired—rest.”
Charlotte knew “pregnancy”—no force—
Sad inside—maybe grown up—no special sister care anymore.
Charlotte back to sea alone.
Staff offered blanket—
Could return to villa—instead waved them off—walked beach—searched for surfers—nothing.
Hate it—where?
Too fun to remember her?
Spite—shady empty sand—towel—lay down.
Warm sand—dappled palm shade—sea breeze—
Sleep debt hit—dozed off.
Cold touch on ankle—grip.
“Ah!” Eyes open—familiar eyes.
Wen Shiyu.
Fresh from sea—dripping hair—wetsuit tight—cool drops on sun-warm skin—shiver.
“Why sleep here alone?” Frown. “Dangerous.”
Scare became sulk—face sun-red—hair up—leg back.
“Not dangerous—none of your business.”
Said that—Wen Shiyu would manage.
Magazine—interfere—control—memorized—acting:
“None of my business? I’m your baby’s other mother too—you need my pheromones. Half an Alpha, right?”
Cefalina blank—look up: “……What?”
Performance—squat—shadow over her:
“As an Omega—how can you not care about your body?
All day no my scent—snorkeling with someone else—sleeping on open beach.”
Pause: “And…… so pretty in swimwear—what if someone passes?”
Blush—“What—private island how could—”
Cut in: “Let me check you’re okay.”
Lifted swimsuit—palm on her lower belly.
Cefalina shuddered—scarlet.
“See—belly’s cool.”
Serious eyes.
“If a bad person saw you…… could easily—”
“Wen Shiyu—!” grabbed her hand.
Looking up—embarrassed—total pervert—
Toes curling—still announced:
“I—I’m punishing you.”
Cool palm—heart fast—dizzy—blank:
“You…… punish me?”
Deep breath—try domineering eyes:
“Yes—I’m going to mark you here.”
Here?
Eyes wide—outdoors—beach—
How bold—rude—
“Right here.”
Rocks nearby—smooth from surf.
Pulled Cefalina—pressed her on cold wet stone—blocked in front.
Cheeks burning—goosebumps—“No—what are you—”
“Wen Shiyu—are you angry?”
Think—
“Yes.”
Low hard voice:
“You only snorkeled with Charlotte—I—I’m jealous.”
Eyes wider—heart pounding.
Jealous? So not enjoying Su Yan—missed her?
Why jealous her—could she……
“I’m going to bite you.”
Thought broken.
“No—no—” push weak as thread.
Open sky—empty sand—Wen Shiyu forceful—more than ever—
Pressed to rock—dizzy—ears and tail coming out—
Really here—could not hold voice—exposed to heaven—
Too shameful.
Yet thinking no—cold rough stone—made her want to press closer.
Should be angrier—resist harder—not light struggle like nuzzling.
But she kept saying no—unlike before—plan working?
Peach thicker than ever.
Not really doing it here—gave room to refuse—pinned wrists—nape rubbed—teeth light—stopped.
“Know you were wrong?”
Cefalina drunk—almost crying—flush—mumble:
“Mm…… I…… I was wrong—”
Stuck.
Huh?
She’s wrong—how can she admit wrong?
“……”
Stepped back—Cefalina clung tighter.
“Wen Shiyu I—I—”
Distant Su Yan: “Wen Shiyu? Found Cefalina?”
Hurry: “Ah—found her.”
Outside rock—normal voice:
“She…… feels unwell—I’m resting with her here.”
“So.”
Su Yan came—Cefalina crouched in rock shade—glance up—face impossibly red—chest heaving—eyes watery—and almost…… reproachful?