Chapter 9

Transmigration Diary 9
Wen Shiyu did not answer. Su Yan still stood there, gaze heavy and locked on her.
“What are you two hiding from me?”
She leaned slightly, trying to catch Wen Shiyu’s evasive eyes—face to face.
“You can tell me now, or I can find out myself later.
I think you know which is better for you.”
“……” Confess?
Before Cefalina’s most devoted pursuer—confess Cefalina was “pregnant with her child”?
Or confess pseudocyesis and lose tuition sponsorship?
No. Wen Shiyu could not confess one sentence. She wanted to live a few more days.
“Cough—really nothing. You’re overthinking.
Um…… I’ll go.”
She tried to slip past Su Yan, steps hurried.
“Wen Shiyu.” Su Yan’s voice from behind.
Wen Shiyu had to stop.
“If you say it’s nothing, it better be nothing. I’ll be watching. If you want to talk someday, find me. Don’t do what you’ll regret.”
“……”
Wen Shiyu breathed deep.
Why did Su Yan sound like…… an elder?
But Su Yan was taller—arms crossed, shoulder and arm muscle faint—like a female warrior.
Wen Shiyu pressed her lips, said nothing, scurried away meekly.
She would detour around Su Yan forever. In the plot Su Yan was Cefalina’s loyal top lead.
Even her animal trait was Doberman—loyal, sharp, fierce guard instinct.
Care for Cefalina carried a edge of force—if she saw Wen Shiyu as enemy she might tear her apart.
The last person Wen Shiyu wanted to provoke.
Meanwhile Cefalina sat in her wide tub, hands clamped over fluffy rabbit ears. Face still red.
“Ahh……”
In public she was always elegant, reserved, untouchable Cavendish heiress—
Only alone did she allow a trace of girlish shame and helplessness.
Hate it, hate it. Why rabbit again?
Just kissing.
In Cefalina’s mind she and Wen Shiyu had already been intimate—and she was pregnant.
That was the deepest AO marking—so physiological craving for Wen Shiyu’s pheromones should already be maxed.
She could stay this rational—proof their compatibility was low.
That was her confidence in the bet.
More intimacy would not make her more “addicted” than now.
Wen Shiyu’s family was in trouble—she had to obey.
So why—today, a little kissing—dizzy head, weak body, heart out of control?
Kissing, after “marking” and “pregnancy,” should be nothing—should not trigger strong physiology.
Oh—she knew. After “pregnancy,” long without marking Alpha pheromones, body depleted, wildly unbalanced—so even tiny indirect contact overreacted.
If she could see Wen Shiyu regularly, get “pheromones” on a schedule (even by methods she disliked), keep body on a basic balance line—
Wen Shiyu could never use this trick on her again.
And she could punish Wen Shiyu properly.
Thinking so Cefalina calmed.
Rabbit ears from shame and strangeness finally vanished.
She exhaled, sank deeper in warm water—surface to reddened lips, only fine nose and amber eyes above.
Yes—she would “punish” Wen Shiyu, make her regret everything.
Though that meant seeing her every day—stuck with someone she hated.
She should be irritable.
Strangely mood was not that bad.
……
Wen Shiyu had required class that afternoon. She timed it, pushed into the room—dozens of eyes snapped to her at once.
Wen Shiyu: “……”
What. She was not late.
She found a seat, pulled out textbook—deskmate, a lively Beta girl, leaned over and stared openly.
Wen Shiyu: ……
She wanted to be invisible—but school fame had only grown.
The original host had reputation—all clown show solo.
Cefalina’s circle never spared her a glance.
Stir she caused was occasional mockery.
Since Cefalina called her from class and shared breakfast—things shifted.
Wen Shiyu was dragged into the bright apex of the pyramid.
Even at the edge—wherever she went—curious, probing, jealous stares.
She did not want Cefalina questions—eyes forward, ignoring the burning gaze beside her.
Deskmate too persistent. Wen Shiyu turned, low voice: “Something wrong?”
This Beta had been in a group project with her—could talk. Original host had zero friends.
Girl’s eyes lit when she responded.
“Wen Shiyu, are you and Cefalina’s crowd getting close?”
“No such thing.”
“But someone saw you talking with Su Yan—”
“……” Wen Shiyu puzzled. Gossip radar too sharp.
“School paths are public. Ran into her. Proves what?”
“Huh?”
The girl was scared by that answer.
Did she think Su Yan would walk and talk with anyone for no reason?
Even if Su Yan agreed others would not.
Aristocratic school—clearest class lines on earth. More blunt and cruel than outside power games. Everyone had a place.
Everyone stayed in place.
Only Wen Shiyu seemed to jump from pyramid base to peak overnight.
And she acted like it was nothing.
Why. What happened?
Too many curious.
Weird rumors started—nobles loved pretty Betas as lovers because they left no trace.
This Beta had liked Wen Shiyu from group work—looking at clean pale profile, straight nose—
Just wanted to ask, clarify if needed……
Wen Shiyu turned, finger to lips, whispered:
“Class started. Pay attention.”
Girl flushed for no reason, fell silent.
After that Wen Shiyu stared ahead all class, fled at bell—no acquaintance caught her.
She thought: stay lower profile.
Back at dorm—a text from Cefalina.
【Tomorrow noon break. Wait for me at Green Hall entrance.】
Wen Shiyu stared at the screen—headache.
Green Hall was main teaching zone—crowds at lunch—how many eyes?
She typed: 【Can’t you…… wait until evening?】
Fast reply: 【?】
Then: 【Say that again.】
Wen Shiyu: “……”
【Got it……】
Next morning class ended. Wen Shiyu packed, walked to Green Hall heavy-hearted.
From afar she saw Cefalina—and inevitably Su Yan beside her.
Striking looks made them stand out in any crowd.
Wen Shiyu stopped.
Why was Su Yan here?
She rubbed her forehead, hesitant to approach.
Why meet at a teaching building—not private dorm?
She did not want to be gossip fodder. Did Cefalina not find being seen with her beneath her, embarrassing?
She thought to text an excuse or new place—Cefalina spotted her first.
“Wen Shiyu!” Brow slightly knit—
She did not stay put—strode toward the corner where Wen Shiyu hid.
“How long are you making me wait?”
“……”
Voice not loud—but nearby eyes drifted over.
Wen Shiyu hardened her skin, stepped forward. Su Yan’s gaze landed on her too.
Weak smile. “We meet again. Ha ha.”
Dry greeting got nothing. Cefalina did not look at her—turned to Su Yan. “Where’s Charlotte?”
Su Yan’s eyes left Wen Shiyu slowly—almost imperceptible sigh.
“Not here yet. I’ll check where she is.”
She turned toward the stairs—brief triangle broken.
Su Yan gone Wen Shiyu edged closer. “Why is Su Yan here?”
Cefalina glanced. “We’re often together.”
Wen Shiyu scanned growing curious eyes, voice lower.
“But she’s here…… how do we kiss?”
Cefalina blanked—amber eyes widened.
“Wh-what are you saying.”
Cheeks flushed fast.
“P-pervert……”
She muttered, shame and anger—red deepening—sidestepped as if to draw a line.
Wen Shiyu dumbfounded.
Now it was her fault?
“You called me for…… pheromones, right?”
Any other reason to meet?
“This is outside.”
Cefalina still blamed her with a look—as if she had said something obscene.
“Who does that at noon.”
Wen Shiyu more lost.
Then why meet?
Wait until night?
She just wanted to kiss fast—class tonight.
Unhappy, lips pressed, stood dry a while—still leaned in, puzzled:
“Really can’t kiss now?”
Maybe her “eagerness” misled Cefalina—cheeks redder still.
“You—!” Mouth open—no words.
Su Yan returned.
Cefalina looked over—turned back—Wen Shiyu had bounced several steps away.
Cefalina raised a brow: “?”
“Charlotte has something at lunch—won’t come.” Su Yan reported calm.
“Fine.” Cefalina nodded.
Wen Shiyu looked at Cefalina and Su Yan shoulder to shoulder.
No reason to stay.
“Uh—maybe you two eat, I’ll—”
Cefalina’s warning glare.
“Come here.”
“What?” Wen Shiyu did not move.
Cefalina angry—face set—grabbed dragging Wen Shiyu forward.
Arm around her neck—click—something cool on her throat.
Simple black leather choker, fine quality, small pendant.
Honestly…… a bit like a collar.
“Listen.” Cefalina stepped back, chin up. “From now you’re my servant. Obey unconditionally.”
“At lunch today you serve my meal.”
Wen Shiyu’s eyes widened.
Cefalina playing bully in broad daylight at crowded Green Hall—for a necklace.
Servant declared.
She touched the choker—probably expensive.
What did it mean. Was she her dog now?
So rich people humiliating you actually paid……
Head messy—she looked up.
Su Yan stared at the choker—expression complex.
What—jealous?
Su Yan: “……”