Chapter 8

Transmigration Diary 8
Wen Shiyu paced awkwardly alone in the living room, spotted the fallen lollipop, scratched her head.
Why did Cefalina kiss her?
Probably just desperate for pheromones?
Straight-girl logic found a reason fast. She felt better.
She had underestimated pheromones on Omegas—especially pregnant ones.
Even imaginary pheromones.
Now she had “pheromones”—but friendship with Cefalina was probably off the table.
Even after playing indifferent, she still needed Cefalina to approve the family loan.
Wen Shiyu worried a while until Su Yan finally left the study.
She found Wen Shiyu squatting on the floor in a daze, tiny lollipop in hand, swinging absently.
Tall enough that standard uniform plus squat showed natural slenderness—waist line faint, legs long.
Casual—but almost like a photo shoot.
Wen Shiyu jumped up like startled, hid the lollipop.
Eyes wandering—guilty kid who got caught.
What was that about.
Afraid of being scolded for candy?
Wen Shiyu thought Su Yan looked heavier than going in—brow locked on her.
Scary.
She glanced at Cefalina—Cefalina frowned too, gaze crossing Wen Shiyu and Su Yan.
“Go back first.” Suddenly—to Su Yan.
Su Yan did not move.
“What about her?” Pointing at Wen Shiyu.
“She stays.” Cefalina, crisp.
Su Yan silent a moment.
Looked at Cefalina again—confusion she could not hide: “I really don’t know when you two got this close.
What can you do together that I can’t be part of?”
“……”
“Su Yan.” Cefalina crossed her arms.
“You’re my good friend—not my Alpha. I don’t report my life detail by detail to you.”
Su Yan lowered her eyes—seemed used to this.
“Aunt Isabella asked me to look after you.”
“I said I’ll handle it.”
Reading Cefalina’s displeasure Su Yan finally stepped back.
“Fine. Call me if you need anything.”
Watching Su Yan vanish outside Wen Shiyu breathed out—then met Cefalina’s still-furrowed brow.
“Why so nervous?” Cefalina asked, tone odd.
Wen Shiyu was helpless.
Cavendish heiress could fear no one.
She had no backup.
Su Yan’s father was a heavyweight in the military. Su Yan trained from childhood—bare-handed against three bodyguards—sometimes like a trained female assassin.
If she wanted to teach Wen Shiyu a lesson—of course she’d be nervous.
But Su Yan was gone. Business first.
Wen Shiyu cleared her throat, stepped toward Cefalina on purpose.
“So? You want to kiss me again?”
Cefalina pressed her lips, chin up.
“You should know my pheromones aren’t free. If you want more—you pay.”
She meant to provoke disgust and refusal—
Then play hurt, admit she could not control Cefalina, beg on the deal’s terms at least for the family loan.
Cefalina did not know the private tuition pact with Mrs. Cavendish.
Wen Shiyu never expected Cefalina to cross her arms and ask:
“How much?”
Wen Shiyu blanked—brain spinning. “Th-that’s a lot.”
She tried a number absurd enough to scare her off:
“T-ten million.”
“Ten million for one kiss?”
“Wen Shiyu, you’re not worth it.”
She said so—but closed in, yanked Wen Shiyu over, almost crashed lips on purpose for one kiss.
“?”
Wen Shiyu’s eyes went wide.
Apart Cefalina flushed instantly—trying calm as if she did not care.
“I’m not paying anyway.”
Righteous: “This is all your fault.”
“You’re stupid—thought this cheap trick could control me.”
“I won’t give you money. You’ll be my servant and obey me.”
“……” Wen Shiyu was fully lost.
What did that have to do with kissing her.
“You…… didn’t you not want intimate contact?”
“Of course I don’t.”
Cefalina: “I hate you.”
“I’d rather stay far and smell your pheromones through the air. But Wen Shiyu—you release them!”
Wen Shiyu had no reply.
“I knew it…… greedy and stupid.”
Cefalina watched her—breath quickening, cheeks red—anger or something else—
“You think I’ll break someday, yield, obey you? Fine—kiss then.”
Face scarlet, eyes stubborn.
“Who’s afraid?”
Wait—
Cefalina was trying to force her to release pheromones?
But she could not release anything—could not even surrender!
Before Wen Shiyu spoke Cefalina kissed her again like competing.
“Mm.”
Wen Shiyu got her collar grabbed—“force-kissed.”
Cefalina was dizzy too—face hot, heart pounding, hands weak.
But she believed the other was suffering too. Wen Shiyu still would not release pheromones.
Cefalina gritted teeth—clumsily tongue slipped past Wen Shiyu’s teeth, inside.
“!!” Wen Shiyu’s eyes blew wide.
Cefalina herself—on contact—jolted like weak current, waist soft, almost could not hold herself.
As she was about to slide Wen Shiyu finally shoved her away hard.
Both apart—panting, red-faced.
Wen Shiyu never thought she’d kiss a girl like this.
If she could release pheromones she might have surrendered in that moment.
But she could not. She really could not!
“You—you at least have to help my family’s loan first. If we go bankrupt you won’t see me at school.”
“Forget making me your servant.”
Childish threat—but the only card she had……
Cefalina chest heaving, still gasping—chin up anyway.
“I said you’re the one asking. Perform well.”
Wen Shiyu anxious: “What if we go bankrupt?”
Cefalina shook her head like looking at an idiot.
“You think commercial loans are that simple?
Application, assessment, negotiation to disbursement—at least one or two months, often longer.
Perform well and maybe I lower your rate a little, widen approval, speed the process…… a little.”
“……” Wen Shiyu speechless.
So all those deadlines were bluff.
Still at kissing distance—only quick breath in the quiet living room.
After a while Wen Shiyu broke silence softly.
“So…… do you still need pheromones now?”
No moves left—she’d have to “perform well” as Cefalina said.
Cefalina bit lip. “You still won’t release pheromones?”
“……” By now Wen Shiyu was past caring.
“Right—I just like kissing you!”
Cefalina’s face redder still.
“Then kiss!” Who cared. She would not show weakness.
Eyes closed—long lashes trembling hard with nerves.
Wen Shiyu looked at the pretty stubborn face inches away. No choice—she met her.
This kiss gentler than before—but deeper, slower.
Wen Shiyu copied Cefalina—tongue offered.
Cefalina made a tiny nasal sound. Strength seemed drained at once.
Wen Shiyu cradled her cheek—slowly pressed her back onto the soft sofa cushions.
Both in uniform skirts—leg skin inevitably together, thin sweat forming.
Cefalina clearly could not breathe through kissing—soon oxygen-low, whole face red, breath messy.
She pushed at Wen Shiyu urgently: “Enough—I’ve had enough—”
Wen Shiyu did not get it— tried to rise, pressed Cefalina’s leg instead. Cefalina whimpered again.
Wen Shiyu looked up—fluffy pale-brown rabbit ears had popped from Cefalina’s hair again, soft drooping beside her face.
Under the skirts too—a small fluffy bundle pressed tight between them, trembling.
Clamped rabbit tail.
Wen Shiyu frozen. Again?
Seemed easy physiology for her.
Gold fur, coffee tips—looked soft.
Kind of cute.
Cefalina flinched from her gaze—yanked skirt, legs tight—
“What are you looking at.”
Then lost temper: “Hate this—get out…… get out!”
……
Wen Shiyu was nearly chased from the little villa.
Evening breeze cool—she still dazed, head a mess.
How did it become this?
Was this right?
Right. All for the family loan?
Wen Shiyu scratched her head and started to leave.
Past the front garden path she saw a tall figure under the streetlamp.
Su Yan had not left—waiting outside.
Bad! Wen Shiyu’s heart dropped—turn to another route.
Too late. Su Yan looked back—locked on her.
Wen Shiyu stopped awkwardly.
Su Yan walked over, stood before her— gaze drifting to her lips.
“Wrong way again this time?”
Wen Shiyu: “……”