8. Truly a Beautiful Omega

Xiao Muyi was undoubtedly clever and sharp. Fooling him required effort.

Even if the disguise potion could make Yin Sangyu appear as an omega, his inner essence remained unchanged—he was still a formidable alpha.

In the Kingdom of Lexis, omegas, upon differentiation, were taken away, raised at great national expense to embody the ideal omega image: beautiful, fragile, obedient, like dodder flowers that could only survive by clinging to others.

During this years-long process, they were generally not allowed to go out or interact much with outsiders.

When they bloomed most vibrantly, they were assigned to the elite at the top of Lexis’s pyramid. Though they lost freedom, they enjoyed a lifetime of wealth and privilege.

Thus, omegas raised in this environment possessed a unique innocence untouched by worldly affairs and a beauty detached from society, like flowers born in the clouds, untainted by earthly mud.

Playing an omega well was a technical challenge.

Yin Sangyu specifically consulted his omega friend Anqiya, who had given him the Flying Little Rabbit account.

Though they’d only met twice, their bond was deep.

When Yin Sangyu said he wanted to understand omegas to prepare for marrying one, Anqiya was deeply moved and eagerly explained every detail, breaking it down thoroughly.

After days of this, Yin Sangyu’s head spun.

He hadn’t realized omega life involved so many intricacies—down to how many times to chew food or the proper sleeping posture.

In the end, he only grasped the basics, but it should be enough to fool a young student like Xiao Muyi. Even as a major villain, he couldn’t escape being just twenty years old.

Soon, the agreed-upon Saturday arrived.

Yin Sangyu rose early, sat before a mirror, and drank the tasteless disguise potion.

After about five minutes, he saw subtle changes in the mirror: his eyes grew rounder, his mouth smaller, and his facial lines softened.

The biggest difference was his body. His height shrank by about ten centimeters, shoulders narrowed, frame slimmed, and most noticeably, his chest felt heavy. Standing and looking down, he couldn’t see his feet.

Lifting his arm to sniff, he smelled fragrant. He had fully transformed into a water-lotus-scented female omega.

But…

Could someone explain how this face differed from his original one?

“System, how do I handle this?” Yin Sangyu spoke, his voice now clear and melodious like a woman’s, maintaining a smile while pointing at his face.

[Host, that’s due to your own traits.]

[The Female Omega One-Day Disguise Potion turns you into a female omega. If your original face differs greatly from a female omega’s, the change is pronounced. If the difference is small, it only refines.]

Yin Sangyu tiredly rubbed his face. With the meeting time nearing, he’d just have to roll with it.

Anyway, few knew what omegas looked like. If Xiao Muyi asked, he’d say his surname was Zhu, a relative of Yin Sangyu.

He then exchanged points for a white long dress, a cute rabbit handbag, and a large sunhat to slightly conceal his face, aiming for a sweet, innocent look.

All together, it cost less than 100 points—daily items in the system mall were cheap.

But after dressing and checking the mirror, his expression froze.

The omega in the mirror was tall and curvaceous, with refined, alluring features. Her long black hair contrasted sharply with her pale skin, creating a striking visual impact. Despite no makeup, her deep, sculpted features seemed naturally adorned.

Overall, an impeccable beauty, undeniably the focal point in a crowd. But her height gave an oppressive presence, her aura strong and slightly cold, her demeanor unsmiling—a lofty flower, unapproachable.

Yin Sangyu tried tugging his lips into a sweet smile, but the woman in the mirror looked like she was sneering disdainfully.

He instantly felt deflated.

Due to inheriting his mother’s looks, commanding respect in the military required extra effort, so he always maintained a cold, distant facade, projecting aloofness and reticence.

Over time, this pretense became part of him. In public, Yin Sangyu kept his quips internal, remaining unfazed even if mountains collapsed before him. His image was so successful that no one dared act recklessly around him.

His susceptibility period was his only flaw.

So, while he resembled a female omega, his mature, aloof demeanor had nothing to do with the sweet “Flying Little Rabbit” who called “big brother.”

At this point, he could only hope his days of omega training paid off.

Before heading out, Yin Sangyu messaged Xiao Muyi.

Flying Little Rabbit: Big brother, I’m almost at your school gate. Come pick me up soon!

Flying Little Rabbit: I’m wearing a hat, holding a bag, all in white—easy to spot.

Black: Okay, I’m coming.

Tucking the phone into the rabbit handbag, wildly mismatched with his aura, and grabbing some money, Yin Sangyu was ready.

To avoid anyone noticing the “recovering” Yin Sangyu was up and about or seeing an omega leave his room, he spent 500 points to have the system teleport him to an empty alley near Xiao Muyi’s school.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in a dim, narrow passage.

Yin Sangyu surveyed his surroundings, then softened his presence, gentled his expression, and took steps half his usual stride, slowly walking toward the exit.

…

Xiao Muyi unhurriedly left his home, heading to the school gate. Knowing Flying Little Rabbit was a scam, he held no expectations and had no intention of showing himself.

Agreeing to meet was just to see who would show up.

Wearing a black hoodie with the hood up, he walked hunched with his head down on a secluded, narrow path, his shadowy appearance deterring anyone from approaching.

Nearing the school, he heard a commotion and saw people rushing past him.

Had an accident happened?

Bored, Xiao Muyi glanced up, instantly understanding why the crowd had gathered.

It was a woman of indistinguishable secondary gender, as if separated from reality by her beauty.

In a white dress, pure and ethereal, her expression aloof and movements elegant, she stood out starkly against the noisy surroundings, like an outsider. No matter how fervently people stared, she didn’t look back.

She stood quietly, head slightly lowered, ignoring everything around her. A breeze lifted her black hair, dancing with her white sleeves.

She and Xiao Muyi—one in the light, drawing eyes; one in the dark, hidden—were like parallel lines never meant to meet.

Xiao Muyi always avoided such conspicuous people, so he didn’t linger. After one glance, he shifted his gaze to search for a male alpha matching Flying Little Rabbit’s description.

With the crowd focused on the woman, he couldn’t spot anyone fitting the profile.

Not planning to reveal himself today and intending to claim an emergency later, he wouldn’t actively ask for Flying Little Rabbit’s location.

Just as he was stumped, like a pillow sent to a sleepy man, his phone pinged twice with messages from Flying Little Rabbit. He stepped back into the shadows, pulling out his phone.

Flying Little Rabbit: Big brother, why aren’t you here yet? I’ve been waiting a while.

Flying Little Rabbit: Big brother, I’m a bit scared. So many people are surrounding me for some reason, and someone just asked for my contact info.

Flying Little Rabbit: Big brother, why aren’t you replying? Come take me away, or I’ll get mad!

Reading that Flying Little Rabbit was surrounded, Xiao Muyi’s heart skipped, sensing something off. He snapped his head up toward the woman.

She was calmly looking at her phone, expression indifferent. His gaze dropped to her wrist, spotting the conspicuous rabbit handbag.

Wearing a hat, holding a bag, all in white, easy to spot…

How could this be?

Xiao Muyi’s thoughts spiraled, staring intently at the woman, searching for traces of the male alpha he’d expected.

But though her tall figure surpassed most male betas, she couldn’t possibly be an alpha, let alone male.

Ding ding ding—

The phone’s incessant alerts broke his stalled thoughts. He quickly looked down.

Flying Little Rabbit: Big brother, where are you? What are you wearing? I’ll come find you. I don’t want to be stared at by so many people anymore.

Xiao Muyi’s throat bobbed dryly as he looked at the woman again.

She held her phone, brows slightly furrowed, seeming impatient. A man had sidled up, eyeing her greedily up and down, speaking closely.

Too far and noisy, Xiao Muyi couldn’t hear.

He stared at her enchanting yet aloof face, eyes widening in disbelief. Was Flying Little Rabbit really a female omega? Had she not lied? But if so, why send him online photos?

Xiao Muyi recognized the man—an alpha named Wang Jiaxi, a notorious rich second-generation at school, reckless and untouchable, known for dirty play, harassing any attractive female beta.

But that was a facade. Xiao Muyi knew Wang Jiaxi had caused deaths, covered up by his family’s money.

As Wang Jiaxi smirked, reaching for the woman’s hand, Xiao Muyi’s heart tightened, instinctively stepping forward. But as bright light hit his outstretched leg and the crowd’s clamor hit his ears, his body froze.

He was someone who, though unnoticed, would nervously hide his face if anyone passed by.

A ghost in the shadows, never meant to face the light.

Wang Jiaxi had grabbed her wrist. More alphas surrounded her, laughing, half-forcing, half-inviting her to leave, while onlookers were too scared to intervene.

Xiao Muyi’s pupils trembled, hands clenching into fists, sweat beading on his nose. His legs felt bound by invisible vines, unable to move.

But it was just an illusion. His inner struggle lasted only a moment.

Finally, he lowered his head, unclenched his fists, his dark eyes reverting to a stagnant swamp.

Expressionless, as unnoticed as when he arrived, Xiao Muyi was about to leave silently when a shout rang out: “What are you doing?! Can’t you see she doesn’t want this? Let her go!”

Pausing, Xiao Muyi slowly turned, seeing a youthful, refined, well-dressed beta youth standing before the woman.

His round, cute eyes glared fiercely at the taller alphas, fearless: “Get lost, or don’t blame me for getting rough!”

Xiao Muyi narrowed his eyes, calmly noting to himself.

Ah, it’s him.