Chapter 31

Transmigration Diary 31
Wen Shiyu looked up at Cefalina carefully.
“……You’re joking, right?”
Cefalina frowned. “Hm?”
Wen Shiyu switched fast: “I—I mean, I understand.”
Cefalina nodded, satisfied—then kissed her lightly.
Wen Shiyu startled—instinctively leaned into her.
In her heart she still thought Cefalina was only scaring her.
Maybe she would be that fierce with someone truly important—but with her?
When Cefalina woke from this strange illness—if she still clung without sense—wouldn’t that become trouble and annoyance?
After all—this closeness now was because Cefalina was sick.
Then—what about herself? Why?
Wen Shiyu drifted a little.
Before Cefalina she had never imagined such a deep bond with another person.
Still—feeling Cefalina’s weight on her lap—
She circled her waist without thinking—chin on her shoulder—nudged soft gold hair—
Caught the faintest sweet peach scent—cling-worthy.
……
Later the three debriefed.
Wen Shiyu thought—they should try the plan again?
And not with Su Yan—could not keep pushing Su Yan into the pit.
Charlotte unusually insisted—not yet.
“Didn’t you say waking Cefalina from pseudocyesis matters most?”
Charlotte’s eyes flickered. “No no—timing matters most.”
She hedged: “Cefalina already suspects us—do it again too soon—if we’re caught faking—no chance ever!”
Wen Shiyu could not argue—waited for this “better moment.”
Winter break was almost over—days until they left the private island.
Sun and surf had worn thin—
Charlotte suggested exploring the island’s half-developed rainforest center—for novelty.
Sparse infrastructure—no waitstaff everywhere—stirred their adventure itch.
Light jungle gear—tools—minimal supplies—they set out cheerfully.
They would not plunge deep—only camp on a flat edge zone.
As the two “Alphas,” tent duty fell to Wen Shiyu and Su Yan.
First close contact since that awkward dark-room meeting.
Wen Shiyu had kept distance—afraid Su Yan liked her—Su Yan felt it—stopped initiating.
Tent up.
Cefalina and Charlotte prepped simple food.
Wen Shiyu offered to gather dry branches for fire.
Su Yan stopped her: “Snakes here—maybe wild boar. Alone isn’t safe—I’ll come.”
Wilderness—pairs were safer—Wen Shiyu nodded.
Su Yan took pole and pack—led—pole sweeping waist-high grass for hidden danger—
Especially the island’s banded krait in the grass.
Wen Shiyu behind—hunting dry kindling—hatchet for low branches.
Bending for a stick—Su Yan ahead halted—pole struck something—
A sharp animal cry—
Grass exploded—a striped brown ball rolled out—panicked squeal—
A newborn wild pig—round—no tusks yet.
Wen Shiyu almost smiled—first time seeing one—
Su Yan’s face changed—grabbed her wrist—“Run! Sows defend pups!”
Before finish—a furious roar—
Heavy pounding—twigs snapping—
A massive bristling sow charged—pure aggression.
“!!”
They ran—no direction—in a root tangle they tumbled down a slope.
Spinning—bruises everywhere—slope short—
She sat up—vegetation at the bottom—a dark opening—“This way!”
Into the shallow cave—hold breath.
Outside—angry grunts—digging—snuffling—searching.
Footsteps near and far—then faint.
Exhale.
Dirt on clothes—grass in hair—face pale and clean under the grime.
Only then—cramped shelter—too close to Su Yan again.
Su Yan looked at her—hand rising toward her hair—to pluck stubborn leaves—
Wen Shiyu stiff—caught her wrist midair.
“Su Yan—I may be wrong but—”
Awkward—she could not grasp why excellent Su Yan would like her—but clarity was better.
“But I don’t…… feel that way about you.”
Su Yan blank—eyes dimmed. “Oh.”
For a second Wen Shiyu almost saw invisible ears droop.
Su Yan’s lips moved—then a tiny nod. “……I understand.”
Wen Shiyu touched her face—meant to slip out—check outside—
Su Yan caught her sleeve.
Looked back.
“Don’t go yet. Sows guard territory hard—they won’t wander far while protecting young.”
“Wait a little.”
Wen Shiyu pressed back against cold stone—silence spread.
Su Yan still watching—
After a while Su Yan whispered: “Is it…… because I’m an Alpha?”
“Huh?”
Su Yan’s cheeks flushed faint—eyes away—lower: “I mean…… I can…… you don’t have to treat me as Alpha.”
Wen Shiyu shook hard: “No—no—not that.”
To her—AO were all girls—no racing heart—no urge to kiss Su Yan.
But then—
Why could she feel all that for Cefalina?
Outside—maybe Cefalina calling?
Thought it hallucination—clearer—
“Wen Shiyu? Su Yan?”
Really her?
Heart jumped—half out of the cave—waved low—
“Cefalina—don’t come! Wild boar! Danger!”
Cefalina only caught Wen Shiyu’s voice—
They’d been gone too long—worried—she kept coming.
“What? You’re in danger?”
“No—don’t come!” Sweat—climbed out to block her from the zone—
Just upright—the boar spotted Cefalina.
It wheeled—hooves dug—charged Cefalina.
“Cefalina!”
No thought—fist-sized rock—hurled at the sow’s flank.
Thud—miss—but eyes snapped to Wen Shiyu—fury total—
Next instant—full speed at Wen Shiyu.
She yanked the hatchet from her side pouch—tried a tree—too fast—
Half-step sideways—a pain explosion in her calf—
Cefalina went white.
Charlotte arriving covered her mouth—scream.
Vision dark—could not stand—one knee down—
Instinct—axe butt pounding ground—
“Get away!” voice raw.
Su Yan late—windproof lighter—coat ablaze—threw it ahead—
Fire—beast fear—the sow snarled—backed—vanished into green.
……
Crisis over.
Cefalina dropped—held her.
Calf wrecked—pants torn—blood welling—purple swelling spreading.
“It’s okay…… don’t be scared—” eyes red—comm device—island emergency—helicopter—
Half an hour—medical bay—treated—wrapped.
Still not enough—Cefalina moved departure up—plane now—real hospital—
No flight slot? Solve it anyway.
This Cefalina—nothing like the petulant girl in her arms sometimes—
Face cold—orders fast—precise—Cavendish heir in command—
Pain dazed Wen Shiyu watching—
Cefalina misread—thought pain—“What’s wrong?”
Gentle again—head to soft chest—“Hurts a lot?”
Cheek on Cefalina—shame heat—
“No…… I’m fine.”
“……How fine. My fault—shouldn’t have let you into undeveloped land.”
Voice trembling—“So much blood…… poor thing—”
Patted head—pinched cheek—
“Why did you run out—draw the boar to yourself?”
Because boar would hit Cefalina—
Cheek pinched—unsaid.
Cefalina looked at pale face—damp temple—clear eyes—chest full and warm again.
Days ago—Su Yan—doubt returned.
Now—could not help thinking Wen Shiyu…… still rather likable. Idiot.
“Feel better?”
Cefalina blushed asking.
Wen Shiyu realized—pheromones—gentle—not seductive—sun-warmed peach.
Cefalina remembered—Alpha pain—Omega soothe helps—first try—
Match so low—who knew—
Could not say she was not Alpha—
Cefalina so tender—head spun a little.
Cefalina saw red dazed face—itch-soft worse—
Kissed forehead—then lips—
Breath mingling—almost again—
Peripheral—Charlotte outside—complex—resentful eyes.
“……” Light push—“Someone’s there.”
Cefalina turned—awkward cough—released.
Later—call about hospital transfer.
Charlotte edged close—voice crushed low:
“Wen Shiyu…… weren’t we making Cefalina hate you?”
Wen Shiyu helpless—not performance—
Boar almost hit Cefalina—body moved before thought.
“You look so pitiful—she’ll like you more—she loves invalids.”
“……How would you know?”
“How not.” Muttered—self-mock—grudge—
“That’s my old trick.”
Wen Shiyu: “……”