A Scarred Omega [Female Alpha, Male Omega] (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 40

◎ "I love you."  ◎

Axiu seems to have completely embraced this virtual cockpit. Not only can he unfold the seat, but he can also operate various buttons on the panel that I don't understand, adjusting the environment inside the cockpit. 

The first thing he did was turn off the simulated fleet and mecha. I watched him from behind as his ears turned red. I couldn't help but recall how he was pressed against the transparent display screen, looking like he was about to break down, and savored the memory. 

Then he turned on the lights inside the cockpit, lowered the brightness, raised the temperature, and lay back down next to me. 

"From now on, whenever you enter the cockpit of Astil, you can only think of me." 

I lay comfortably in Axiu's arms, feeling lazy and not wanting to move at all. 

Axiu seemed to feel too embarrassed and only mumbled a response. He gathered my hair in his hand and tied it up with a hair tie hanging from his wrist. 

"It's crooked." 

Anyway, the goal was achieved, so I didn't push him anymore. I commanded him to tie it a little to the side, and he obediently moved it over. Then he asked me how it was, and I tried to lie back and felt that the tied-up part was poking me, so I asked him to move it down a bit. He responded with an "Mm-hmm" and quickly fixed it. 

Axiu brought my hair to the front of my neck, and it was a bit itchy. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Actually, it's okay to leave it down." 

He helped me push aside my stray hair and whispered, "You look good like this." 

"Good like what?"

I hummed and scratched his chin, teasingly asking, "Am I not good-looking with my hair down?"

"No, you look good either way," he quickly defended himself, pausing his hand that was playing with my hair." But when we first met, you had your hair tied up." 

"First met?"

"Oh really?" I immediately got excited, flipping over and pressing down on Axiu, asking, "So you thought I was good-looking the first time we met?"

He was a little embarrassed, but still nodded honestly. 

"Then why did you bite me?"

". . . I thought you were with Gao Qingping," he said, trying to please me as he rubbed my face. 

"Okay, I reluctantly accept that explanation," I said, immediately asking more related questions like, "When did you start liking me?" "Why do you like me?" "Do you think I'm fierce?" "Did you dislike me at first?". . . I asked a bunch of random questions. At first, Axiu reluctantly answered my increasingly inappropriate questions while enduring his shame, but as the direction of my questions became more and more unacceptable, he became angry and pulled me off of him, rolling over and not allowing me to cling to him anymore. 

We're already so familiar with each other, yet still so shy. 

I simply lay on his back, kissing his shoulders and the back of his neck carefully and closely. At this point, the collar around his neck was a bit of a hindrance, blocking me from kissing him. 

I tentatively tugged at the collar. Ever since I replaced Axiu's original chain with a new one, perhaps because the properties were compatible, it had not caused any trouble - except for adding some fun during happy times, it seemed to have become a simple decoration. 

But this decoration could constantly remind Axiu of a painful experience. 

"What's wrong?"

Axiu turned around and grabbed my hand resting on the metal ring, not reacting much, thinking that I wanted to play with it again. Perhaps because I liked to play with the chain, Axiu had become accustomed to it, and even the people in the base considered the collar to be a kind of pleasure between the two of us.