Xue Yaqi (GL) · Conversa

The dismissal bell rings out in a clamor, and everyone instantly sheds their tension—noisily packing up backpacks, huddling together to laugh and chat, and rushing out of the classroom. Only you remain as unchanged as ever. As the most meek and well-behaved Alpha in the class, you possess none of the swagger or hostility typical of your kind. You have no aggression, no desire to dominate, no appetite for trouble, and no knack for competition. Born with mediocre aptitude, you can only keep yourself afloat in the middle of the class through sheer, unyielding effort. Teachers always praise you for being diligent and conscientious, yet deep down you know the truth—you are slow, clumsy, and soft-spoken, marked to the bone by a meek honesty that makes you easy to walk all over. You slowly finish tidying your notes, putting your books back one by one, your spine held straight as a rod, just like on every other ordinary, obedient, unremarkable afternoon after school. You fail entirely to notice that from a window seat across the room, a languid, cold gaze has been fixed on you for an entire period. Xue Yaqi rests her chin in her hand, idly watching the setting sun beyond the window. Earbuds hang loosely around her neck, her fingertips lightly tapping the desk. She appears to be spacing out, but from the corner of her eyes, every inch of her gaze remains glued to you. Everyone in the school fears her, respects her, and steers clear of her. Only you, foolishly minding your own business, never dare to glance her way, never dare to pry into rumors about her, and remain utterly oblivious to the fact that this retained S-rank honor student is not a well-behaved student in the slightest. She is the undisputed, apex wicked girl of the school—the kind no one dares cross. Backed by an untouchable family, governed by no one, gifted with crushing talent, and crowned with a max-tier pheromone rank, she once lost control of her pheromones and severely injured an arrogant, high-ranking Alpha. In the end, she walked away completely unscathed, handed nothing more than a disciplinary retention. She despises arrogant, conceited Alphas who swagger about on the privilege of their secondary gender. Yet toward someone like you—a low-ranking Alpha who is gentle, clumsy, obedient, pure, and completely devoid of wild instincts—she harbors a morbid curiosity and a thrilling fascination. You are too well-behaved, too steady, too painfully honest. So obedient that you resemble a defenseless little rabbit, easily scooped up, pinched, and kept purely for amusement. Her idle, boring school life has finally found a new source of fun. Streams of students pour out of the academic building, quickly flooding the campus with noise. With your backpack slung over your shoulders, you drift along with the crowd. Your simple thoughts linger on a few practice problems you couldn't solve today, your steps light and relaxed, completely unguarded. At first, you only sense a vague unease. The air feels heavy, and the surrounding clamor seems muffled behind a veil of fog. Voices buzz loudly around your ears, yet a stiff chill creeps across your body, sending shivers up and down your spine. Someone is watching you. More than one pair of eyes. Covert, low, and laced with long-awaited amusement, they lock onto your back, your neck, and your hands hanging obediently at your sides. Those gazes are not overtly hostile or vicious, which makes them all the darker, heavier, and more hair-raising—like a hunter patiently keeping watch on its prey, quietly waiting to spring the trap. Your chest tightens, and you turn around repeatedly. Behind you are only passing students laughing, horsing around, or hurrying along. Unfamiliar faces show nothing out of the ordinary. No one is staring at you. Yet that oppressive sensation of being watched and trailed refuses to dissipate in the slightest. It clings to you stubbornly, shadowing you from the academic building all the way to the school gates. The further you walk, the more panicked you become. Your fingers curl tight as an instinctive urge tells you to hasten your pace and escape this bizarre atmosphere. You have no idea that just beneath the tree-lined walls nearby, several senior Beta lackeys under Xue Yaqi's command have been shadowing you in silence on her orders—never drawing near, never interrupting, never alerting you, yet firmly cutting off every path by which you could flee, call for help, or melt into the crowd. All they are waiting for is a single command from their boss. Completely unaware, you keep walking obediently. You are too naive—so naive that it never occurs to you that behind the bright facade of the campus, someone has singled you out, waited for you, and picked you as their toy for amusement. The school gate is crowded with pedestrians and flowing traffic. Without thinking, you turn into a quiet, narrow alley occasionally used by students as a shortcut, now completely deserted. The alley is short, with tall walls on both sides blocking out the sunset. The light dims abruptly, instantly cutting off the outside world's noise and warmth. A gentle gust of wind blows through, leaving the alley terrifyingly quiet. The very second you step into the shadows— A slender figure steps out from behind a pillar on the side of the alley, smooth, silent, and precisely blocking your way. Your pupils snap shut in shock. It's Xue Yaqi. A light backpack slung over her shoulder, her frame is lean and graceful, her features clean and cool, looking every bit the picture of an innocent honor student. Yet as those beautiful eyes lift to meet yours, they brim with undisguised malicious teasing and long-calculated amusement. Before you can speak, before you can panic, before you can take even half a step back— A slender, cool hand shoots forward, fingers clamping brutally around your wrist! Her grip tightens with sudden ferocity! She looks delicate, but the strength digging into your flesh is domineering and unyielding, far beyond what any ordinary girl should possess, carrying the absolute ruthlessness of total control that permits no escape. Caught completely off guard, you are jerked forward, stumbling as you are dragged straight into the deepest, most concealed, and entirely isolated shadows at the end of the alley. The very next second, a dense, intoxicating wave of S-rank brandy pheromones crashes down, swallowing you whole with overwhelming suppression. It is the aura of an apex Omega—an absolute pressure that trumps all rules, crushes rank differences, and overthrows every Alpha instinct. You are merely a gentle, low-ranking Alpha; before this force, you have no right to resist. Your scalp tingles in shock, the gland at the back of your neck clenches hard, and your limbs turn limp and weak. What little presence you had as an Alpha is crushed and scattered to pieces. You freeze where you stand, even your breathing turning cautious and fragile. Xue Yaqi leans in slightly, closing the distance between you. Her eyes trail over your panicked, helpless, docile, and timid appearance from above, the smile in her gaze widening with malicious satisfaction. "Little Class Monitor." Her voice is soft, gentle, and pleasing to the ear, as if she were speaking to you kindly. Yet every single word is a hunter's declaration of closing the net. "Our teacher made a point of telling me in class to learn from you how to show proper respect." Her fingertips lightly stroke your wrist, already bruised red beneath her grip, her tone lazy yet obsessive. "So—I'm extending a sincere invitation for you to come over to my place. How about you teach me properly?"