Thread by @luuuunadiane

(fem!jc, omegaverse, tw sexual assault)

when wwx rescues jc from the wens with wn's help, her scent is all wrong- that is to say, she actually has a scent. betas shouldn't have one, not the twisted scent of char and withering lotuses leaking out of her limp, unconscious body.

when she awakes, she clings on to wwx, letting out a high-pitched whine - the sound of a distressed omega as she rubs her neck instinctively against him, the point where a scent gland would be red and swollen. "Wei Ying, hurts." she sobs, trembling all over.

wq has checked her vitals and her expression is grim. Her hormones are wildly fluctuating inside her, qi is oddly concentrated at her neck and especially at her lower abdomen. "She's going through a heat." She tells wwx.

"But she's a beta-" wwx begins, before paling.

Only the cruelest will subject an alpha or beta to a bitching, breaking their very nature and forcing them to be submissive. The process can take up to months, but had already been started on jc, turning her into a in-between wreck between a beta and omega, unable to go back

to her original state, body unstable as it tries to undergo a heat it is not biologically prepared for.

There is only one way for wwx to help the transition now that it has been started, and he recoils thinking about doing to jc what has previously been done to her.

"you need to do it." wq says. "it's for her own good, if we don't want her to suffer from hormonal imbalances."

Imbalances which could severely damage her internal organs.

jc's legs still, before spreading open in an almost resigned manner when wwx nudges them open - and his

blood boils at the prospect. "Alpha, alpha," she murmurs deliriously, able to smell him, but when wwx hesitantly positions himself between her legs she flinches and freezes up, turning her head away, shrinking into herself, "No, no, please, it hurts! Alpha, please-" she begs,

and wwx instinctively advances, pulling her into an embrace as she shakes and sobs, his hands petting her hair like they are little children again, "shh, A-Cheng, shixiong's here," he murmurs, heartbroken, "I won't hurt you. I promise. Let me help." and he holds her until

she has relaxed into his hold, feeling no pain.

Her cunt valiantly tries to slick up at the touch of his fingers, although it's still not wet enough, still not omega enough to take an alpha without external help. "You can't ease it." wq had said, face a hard mask.

"The bitching process forces the non-omega body to experience what it is like being an omega, to mould it into the third subgender. You just have to continue."

jc cries when wwx pushes in, whimpering in pain, and he shushes and pets her, feeling guilty at how good she feels

around him, hot and tight, her glassy, pale eyes staring at him in betrayal and hurt that slide shut when she bares her neck for him in submission.

wwx had once dreamed of mating his pretty beta shimei, bodies entwined in bed, bonded together - but not like this, never like this

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," wwx murmurs apologetically, thrusting into jc, only relieved when her body manages to produce enough slick to take him after several minutes and she goes limp, submitting to the sensation of bitching, and he leans forward, unintentionally pushing himself

deeper inside her in order to reach her bared neck and lick her developing scent gland where wq has instructed him to, and rub his own scent on it, getting her used to receiving the scent of an alpha in the midst of breeding, with her legs spread and cunt split open.

Female betas are both praised and scorned in turn. Praised for being level-headed and rational, not ruled by hormones as compared to their omega counterparts, scorned for being less fertile and biological prudes.

A female beta, jc would have still been accepted as Sect Leader.

But now that she must be an omega?

With the bitching process already irreversibly begun, there is no avoiding her eventual fate.