Yi Yafu (GL) · Chat

The sealed underground gravity training hall was suffocatingly dead silent. Cold, pale light washed over the polished alloy floor, casting your silhouette as you knelt on one knee while stretching Yi Yafu's arrogant, overbearing shadow into a long, twisted shape. Four lackeys blocked the only exit shut, severing every possible escape route. The surveillance throughout the entire facility had long since been manually disabled; in Yi Yafu's mind, this was a lawless ground known to no one—her private torture chamber where she could discipline you as she pleased. The thick, pungent scent of oleander pheromones surged forth in toxic waves, rolling over you layer upon layer. It was the tyrannical pressure of an S-rank Alpha at its peak—sharp, biting, and intensely aggressive, locking your limbs in place to simulate the suffocating sensation of weakness crushed beneath absolute power. You deliberately relaxed every muscle in your body, allowing yourself to slump into the powerless posture of someone thoroughly suppressed. The thin trickle of blood seeping from the corner of your lips added the finishing touch to this convincing display of vulnerability. Beside your ear rang Yi Yafu's flippant, venomous laughter. “Don't play dead now, rookie. Weren't you talking big back in the hallway?” She paced slowly toward you, looking down with utmost disdain and disgust swirling in her eyes—the bone-deep contempt of a top-tier aristocratic Alpha looking at a lowborn commoner. “Keeping your pheromones hidden like a gutless Beta day in and day out, pretending to be humble, pretending to behave... I actually thought you had some real backbone.” The tip of her boot nudged against your knee with calculated humiliation behind the force. “Turns out a tiny bit of Alpha pressure is enough to make you unable to even stand.” “I'll give you one more chance.” Yi Yafu crouched down, her fingers gripping your chin to wrench your face upward, forcing you to look straight into her imperious glare. “Who were you calling a pervert? Admit your mistake, and maybe I'll go easy on you.” Your eyes remained lowered, your breath seemingly unsteady, yet your tone was completely level—not a single trace of panic could be heard: “I'm not in the wrong.” Those four words instantly detonated the fury she had accumulated over days. The smug smile in Yi Yafu's eyes shattered at once, dark malice spreading across her features as her grip on your chin snapped tight. “Not in the wrong?” She let out a sneer, her voice dripping with cruel mockery. “A worthless commoner Alpha with no background, no rank, and no talent... you think you're worthy of talking about right and wrong with me?” “The academy's rules are meant for ordinary people to follow.” She leaned close to your ear, dropping her voice low, brimming with unchecked insolence. “With me, my preferences are the only rules that matter.” With that, she released your chin and reached down to touch the cold combat dagger at her waist. The faint, crisp scrape of metal leaving its sheath sounded jarringly loud in the dead-silent hall. You distinctly felt the chilly spine of the blade rest gently against the nape of your neck, brushing against the skin around your scent gland. The spot was bare. You had never worn a scent blocker; instead, you used the Privilege Control Bureau's cloaking barrier to permanently lock away all traces of your pheromones, masquerading as an ordinary B-rank Alpha with weak scent output. It had fooled everyone at the academy, and it had completely fooled the short-sighted frog sitting at the bottom of the well before you. “For a useless piece of trash like you, keeping an Alpha gland is just a waste.” There was not an ounce of jest in Yi Yafu's voice, only cold malice and a fanatical sense of superiority. “Your pheromones are pathetically weak—too cowardly to release them, incapable of exerting pressure, clueless about the nature of an Alpha. You can't even intimidate the most useless Omega. You don't deserve to be an Alpha at all.” “Today, I'll do you a favor and put you out of your misery for good.” The edge of the blade sank slightly, aligning with precision against the gland at the back of your neck. The murderous intent was raw and blatant. “Once I carve out this useless gland, you can live out the rest of your days as an obedient Beta. At least you'll get to survive. It'll be better than you running around, oblivious to your place, looking for a way to die.” You raised your eyes slightly, your gaze sweeping over her insolent expression. The miniature camera disguised as a delicate stud on your earlobe was capturing every single word, every single motion—word for word, frame by frame, indisputable proof of her crimes, without missing a thing. All the calculated provocations, the patience, the pretense of weakness over the past few days were meant for this very moment. The evidence was ironclad; the charges were set in stone. It was the perfect time to pull in the net. You slowly braced against the cold alloy floor, rising to your feet bit by bit. The moment your spine straightened, the feigned weakness and defeat clinging to your frame melted away entirely. Seeing this, Yi Yafu assumed you were merely putting up a desperate struggle, the mockery in her eyes growing even deeper: “What? Finally realized you're outmatched and want to beg for mercy? Too bad. It's too late.” “I just want to tell you something.” Your voice was calm and soft, stripped of its earlier frailty and coated in a chilly, detached clarity that pierced effortlessly through the dead silence of the hall. “Abusing the weak, defying and oppressing instructors, bullying your peers, humiliating Omegas, abusing privilege, and premeditated assault.” “Every single count is a violation of regulations; every single count is an act of villainy.” Yi Yafu acted as if she had just heard the most ridiculous joke. Her hand gripping the dagger lifted slightly, poised to strike at any second: “Violations? Villainy? In this academy, in this entire Alliance, with my mother and my other mother backing me, so what if I did all of that? Who dares to bring me to justice?” “I dare.” Two simple words, cool and resolute, devoid of any hostility, yet carrying the absolute authority to crush everything in their path. The smirk froze on Yi Yafu's face. Her brow furrowed tightly as an unfamiliar panic rose from the depths of her chest—for the first time in her life, someone of her status felt an uncontrollable, unknown pressure. “A useless nobody dares to boast so shamelessly?” Wasting no more time, she snapped her wrist forward, lunging the dagger straight toward your gland. The violent oleander pheromones erupted with full force, intending to overwhelm and crush you completely. The very next instant, the cloaking barrier that had concealed your presence for so long shattered into nothingness. There was no earth-shattering roar, no ostentatious, razor-sharp aura. Yet in that split second, the oppressive, suffocating oleander pheromones filling the training hall met their natural predator—instantly thrown into disarray, collapsing and shriveling away. The suffocating pressure of a peak Alpha was utterly overthrown and trampled beneath an unseen, freezing, unimaginably superior aura. Yi Yafu's lunging strike froze rigid in midair. Her entire body seized, the strength draining from her limbs in an instant. Her wrist went numb, and the dagger slipped from her fingers, clattering loudly against the floor. Her pupils shrank to pinpricks, disbelief written across her face as every muscle in her body trembled uncontrollably. The S-rank gland at the back of her neck—her greatest pride—sent waves of bone-deep terror and trembling through her system. It was a primal fear and submission etched into her very genes, utterly beyond the control of her willpower. The S-rank pheromones she had relied on all her life were reduced to an ant trying to shake a tree before your presence—humiliating and laughably weak. Cold sweat instantly soaked her collar. The arrogance, insolence, and fanatical superiority from moments ago crumbled into ash. She stared wide-eyed at you, her voice trembling uncontrollably: “You... your pheromones... You're not a B-rank Alpha at all!” You stood calmly where you were, observing her panic-stricken, thoroughly broken state. Your gaze remained unruffled—there was no thrill of revenge, only the absolute composure required to purge this corruption. “I was never an Alpha to begin with.” You took a measured step toward her, the invisible pressure weighing heavier with every stride, pinning her firmly in place and rendering her completely unable to move. “The three-gender hierarchy you have believed in all your life and revered as gospel is nothing more than the rules the Alliance publicized to the general populace.” “You were certain that an S-rank Alpha sat at the pinnacle of this world, using that delusion to commit evil, run rampant, look down on the weak, and trample upon the rules.” You came to a halt right in front of her, casting your gaze down onto her pale, rigid face. Every word rang out crystal clear, shattering twenty years of her worldview and beliefs. “Yi Yafu, the foundation of your arrogance was never your strength—it was your ignorance.” “Your greatest mistake today wasn't provoking me, wasn't premeditated assault, and wasn't abusing your privilege.” “It was remaining trapped your entire life within your narrow perspective, believing that an Alpha was the absolute limit of this world.” Yi Yafu shook from head to toe, the dull ache of limp helplessness radiating continuously from her gland. The physiological suppression of absolute submission turned her eyes red, her voice carrying a shattered stubbornness: “Impossible... The Alliance only has three genders! There is no higher rank! You're lying!” “The unpublicized secrets of the Alliance were never meant for a pampered frog at the bottom of a well like you to know.” You raised a finger, pressing it lightly against the incessantly trembling gland at the nape of her neck. It felt soft and warm, yet pathetically fragile. A cool, low voice pronounced the final verdict on all her arrogance and misdeeds. “Remember this name.” “Reigning above all Alphas—Enigma.” The moment the words fell, your faint aura invaded her gland with pinpoint precision, locking in the first layer of absolute suppression. The very next second. The vicious, insolent, high-and-mighty S-rank Alpha lost all strength in her legs. Shocked, terrified, and bewildered, she dropped heavily to her knees before you. All the ways she once tormented the weak, all the arrogant words she used to look down on others, all the unchecked insolence backed by her family's power— Every bit of it backfired, crashing down into the dirt.