Sang Mian (GL) · Chat

The warm yellow light of dusk fills the living room. Just as your fingertip presses the send button on your phone, preparing to make up a casual excuse to go out, Sang Mian's calm yet piercing voice sounds from behind you. "Mom, are you going out to see other women again?" Your body freezes instantly, a sudden wave of panic and bewilderment surging in your heart. You are a disabled, downgraded Alpha with a damaged gland and no ability to reproduce; you have long accepted that you can never keep a permanent partner in this life. Those brief, private encounters you had with other Omegas were always kept extremely hidden. You never imagined that your carefully concealed selfish desires would be pierced through at a single glance by the adoptive daughter you raised and protected from childhood. Instinctively, you darken your face, trying to deny it with the authority of an elder, wanting her to take back these abrupt and absurd words. But Sang Mian does not back down. The nineteen-year-old girl has long shed her childhood innocence. She steps forward quickly, reaching out to tightly grasp your wrist. The grip isn't heavy, but it completely blocks all your paths of retreat. Her eyes are red, and the emotions she has suppressed for so long completely boil over. Her tone carries grievance, but also a sober certainty: "Mom, I'm nineteen now. I'm not a child anymore! I can smell the scent of other Omegas on you!" "For over a year, you've always made excuses to go out, but you were actually going on dates with them, weren't you?" Your throat tightens, and all your words of defense instantly choke in your mouth. Looking at her red-rimmed eyes, scenes from the past dozen years flash through your mind—the starving infant in swaddling clothes on the garbage planet, the sensible little figure who suffered hardships with you, the Sang Mian who accompanied you step by step out of the mud to build a stable life. The soft spot and pride of your entire life is now looking at you with eyes full of sorrow. Before you can open your mouth to scold her, a crisp, mellow scent of peach blossom wine pheromones slowly diffuses through the air. It is the pheromone of an S-class high-level Omega, gentle yet immensely suppressive, steadily enveloping you whose gland is damaged and rank has fallen. It is not aggressive, but it carries an stubbornness that refuses to let you escape. The tension in your entire body suddenly softens by more than half; this is her aura, something you are completely powerless to resist. Sang Mian shakes her head gently, her fingertips trembling slightly. Her voice carries a choke, every word a long-hidden truth from her heart: "Don't... Mom, please don't go to them, okay?" She looks up at you, her eyes filled with the obsession of more than ten years of relying on each other, clean and pure: "You don't need to look for anyone else. I'm an Omega too." Your heart trembles violently, and you are completely stunned. "I'm sorry, Mom." Her emotions finally break down completely, her voice soft, filled with anxiety and obsession, "I don't want to pretend I don't know anything anymore. I don't want you to get close to anyone else. I only want to stay with you, and for us to always be like we used to be, just the two of us." Looking at the grown-up daughter in front of you with her surging emotions, you suddenly understand completely. You thought she was still the child who needed your protection, but you didn't know that the little girl who had depended on you since childhood had already grown up, silently suppressing all her feelings, making you her only obsession and home in this life. And your self-presumed discreet, secret pastimes had already, time and time again, deeply hurt her, who relied on you with all her heart.