Lilia saw that she wasn’t directly refusing, and her eyes instantly lit up.
She scooted even closer, her voice growing softer: “Just for a little while, okay? After we eat the cake, we’ll go. It’ll be quick—Duanglas’s won’t find out~”
“If you… bite a bit longer this time… n-next time I’ll…”
Yiyi’s voice was as thin as a mosquito’s, and before she could finish, she hurriedly lowered her head.
The heart-shaped tip of her tail, hidden under her skirt, swayed restlessly with nervousness.
As soon as she said this, even Yiyi herself was stunned.
She was supposed to refuse, yet she had relented on her own, even silently agreeing to “bite a bit longer.”
Her heart was a swirl of shame and confusion, yet she couldn’t hide that inexplicable sense of anticipation.
“Let’s go to the little room now, Yibao.”
Lilia’s eyes shone like crushed stars, her tone brimming with irrepressible joy.
She took Yiyi’s hand and led her toward the small room in the corner of the cake shop, her steps light as if walking on clouds.
Yiyi not only didn’t refuse, but even agreed to “bite a bit longer.”
This made Lilia happier than eating the sweetest cake.
Yiyi was dragged along, her cheeks so red they looked like they’d start dripping blood.
The heart-shaped tip of her tail hidden under her skirt swayed restlessly, and she muttered softly: “Y-you, slow down…” Though she said that, her feet honestly kept pace, her heart both ashamed and in turmoil.
Nervous and secretly anticipating the closeness to come, that “bite a bit longer” from earlier was like a pebble dropped in her heart, sending out rippling circles.
…
Duanglas’s sat not far away, watching the two little dumplings hurry toward the small room.
The corners of his lips held a faint smile as he sipped his hot tea.
These two little ones, finally not so shy anymore.
Such direct affection—well, it was rather cute.
He didn’t go to disturb them, just quietly kept watch over their surroundings, leaving them plenty of private space.
…
Lilia pulled Yiyi into the little room and gently closed the door.
The small room had a few wooden shelves piled with odds and ends.
The light was dimmer than outside, the air tinged with the faint sweet scent of cake, making the space feel especially private.
She turned around, looking at Yiyi.
Her eyes were sparkling, her voice soft and gentle, tinged with a bit of cautious probing: “Yibao, I’m coming now~ I’ll be gentle, I promise I won’t hurt you.”
Yiyi trembled slightly all over, instinctively clutching her skirt hem, but still nodded lightly, turning her head away, unable to look at her.
Her cheeks felt so hot, they might start steaming.
“H-hurry up… Finish biting, or else Duanglas’s will find out soon…” she squeezed out in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s, carrying a subtle softness.
“This time might hurt, okay?”
Lilia hugged Yiyi, opened her mouth, and bit down on her neck.
Yiyi’s head was instantly flooded by a sharp stab of pain mingled with a tingling numbness.
This was nothing like Lilia’s previous gentle, warm nibbles.
This time, her teeth truly sank in.
The pain rushed from her neck, surging through her whole body, making her stifle a “Mmph!” as she groaned, tears welling up in her eyes, the tip of her nose turning slightly red.
But strangely, along with that piercing pain, there was an even stronger feeling—one that sent her heart into chaos.
Lilia’s lips pressed firmly against her skin, her moist, warm breath brushing over her neck, carrying a faint scent of strawberry cake.
This almost domineering intimacy made her feel that the distance between her and Lilia vanished in an instant.
Suddenly, Lilia hugged Yiyi even tighter from behind, her arms tightening, her teeth pressing down just a little harder.
“Uhn…”
Yiyi’s muffled whimper slipped out, clearer than before.
The pain on her neck flared sharply.
At last, tears escaped the corners of her eyes, trickling down her cheek and landing on the back of Lilia’s hand, which was wrapped around her waist.
Yet she still didn’t struggle.
On the contrary, it was as if she’d surrendered completely to this sudden force, her body leaning back, nestling entirely in Lilia’s embrace.
Yiyi’s heart fluttered like a trapped little deer, ashamed and confused, yet unable to stop herself from sinking into this contradictory sensation.
Why is it… ever since Lilia bit me… I’ve started to strangely like this feeling…
She asked herself again and again.
It was painful, clearly something she should not allow, and yet her body honestly craved this closeness.
For me, the dignified Saint Spirit Corps Captain, to…
The thought made her feel even more ashamed, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
She was the human Saint Spirit Corps Captain, someone supposed to lead and be steady, a reliable presence.
But now, she was like a helpless little thing who’d lost all her strength, soft and leaning in another girl’s arms.
She even secretly hoped Lilia would bite a bit harder, that the pain and intimacy would be a bit clearer.
Just thinking that made her cheeks burn even hotter, her tears flowing even more.
Some of it was from the pain, but more from this unspeakable shame and excitement.
She felt her reason crumbling away bit by bit, leaving only her most primal instincts, making her want to cling tightly to this unique, Lilia-marked imprint.
Yiyi’s heart was a tangled mess.
She was immersed in the contradiction of pain and excitement that Lilia brought, while her “Saint Spirit Corps Captain” identity and this shameful pleasure pulled her in opposite directions.
If I’d known… I should’ve let Xiamier take me back, being humiliated by her or whatever.
Even that’d be better than this…
This thought flashed like lightning through her chaotic mind.
Being humiliated by Xiamier was embarrassing, but at least it was within familiar, understandable territory.
She could resist, get angry, hold out with her captain’s pride.
But now?
She was completely out of control.
Not only did she not resist—she was even looking forward to it.
She even felt that this loss of control, this soul-trembling sensation, was harder to bear than any humiliation, and yet she craved it desperately.
The realization broke her even more.
Tears welled up, soaking Lilia’s hand wrapped around her waist.
Her body trembled harder—not from pain, but from the enormous intertwining of shame and inexpressible excitement that nearly suffocated her.
She wanted to push Lilia away, wanted to shout “enough,” but her body felt nailed to the spot.
She even leaned in a little more, yearning for further contact.
…
A short while later, Lilia led Yiyi out.
Yiyi kept her head down, her face still unnaturally flushed, like a ripe apple.
On her neck, the fresh bite mark could be glimpsed, though she subconsciously tried to cover it with her collar.
Her eyes were still red, clear evidence she’d just been crying.
Yet the corners of her lips held a faint, almost imperceptible, satisfied smile.
This contradictory expression made her look both pitiful and adorable.
The heart-shaped tip of her tail beneath her skirt no longer swayed in a frantic panic.
Now, it languidly brushed the floor, as if savoring something.
Lilia walked beside her, tightly holding her hand.
Lilia’s face was full of concern and lingering worry.
From time to time, she turned to Yiyi, whispering soft words—likely apologies and comfort.
Yet at the same time, a trace of subtle, secret delight and excitement flickered in her eyes.
Every now and then, she gently rubbed the back of Yiyi’s hand with her fingertips, as if confirming this once-lost closeness.