After a long while, Yiyi collapsed onto the soft, fluffy blanket, her whole body trembling slightly from exhaustion.
Her moon-white bathrobe was in complete disarray, one side slipping down to expose her shoulder, the pale skin tinged with a thin red blush, still clinging with a few loose strands of soft rope—marks that lingered like the traces of lingering affection.
Behind her, the tip of her fluffy tail drooped weakly onto the blanket, occasionally twitching lightly from the residual tingling, her eyes still brimming with lingering panic.
The tip of her nose was fiercely red, and her breathing was as rapid and unsteady as a candle flickering in the wind, each rise and fall accompanied by faint, fragmented gasps.
On the floor, off-white soft ropes were scattered here and there.
The knots, still faintly warm to the touch, had only just been removed from her slender wrists and supple waist.
Lilia sat on a low stool at her side, holding between her fingers a blood-red flower.
The edges of the petals shimmered with a delicate glow.
If you brought it close, you could smell a refreshing sweetness, mixed with a faint, almost elusive, bloody scent—that unique fragrance belonging only to her.
“Yibao, do you know what this flower is now? Here, have a look at this book~ Little Yibao.”
Lilia tossed the book she’d been reading in the library right in front of Yiyi.
With a “thud”, the book landed on the blanket, and the gold-embossed title—“An Explanation of Dragonkin Development”—glared sharply from the cover, making Yiyi’s pupils contract instantly, her trembling body freezing at once, even forgetting to breathe.
Her cheeks, already flushed crimson, burned even more fiercely, the heat spreading from her neck up to her ears, until even her exposed shoulder glowed with a layer of scorching red.
The disheveled bathrobe barely covered her body, and the soft rope fibers on her shoulder now seemed like mocking marks, making her instinctively want to curl up, but her strength had left her.
She could only watch helplessly as that book, adorned with a Dragonkin totem, lay beside her.
“D-Dragonkin…”
Yiyi’s voice was as fragile as catkins drifting in the wind, heavy with nasality and disbelief, and the tears that had pooled in her eyes suddenly blurred her vision.
“W-Why are you… using that kind of book… for?”
Lilia drew out her words, her tone thick with ambiguous temptation: “That, I can’t tell you. But, little Yi~bao, do you think you’ll be able to get out of bed tonight?”
…
The next morning, the room was littered with clothing.
Shreds of the bathrobe tangled with soft ropes, all stained with glistening Blood Spirit Flower nectar, casting an ambiguous halo in the morning light.
The bedding on the bed was a complete mess, still holding traces of two intertwined scents.
A cool soap fragrance mingled with Yiyi’s own sweet, delicate scent, along with a lingering trace of the Blood Spirit Flower’s unique sweet tang.
Yiyi curled into the corner of the bed, so sore and limp she couldn’t move.
Her bare skin was covered with marks—red, dark, and deep—all over her neck, collarbone, waist—everywhere bearing clear marks of possession.
The tip of her tail dangled weakly off the side of the bed, matted together and still tingling from the touches of last night.
Her eyelids were so heavy she could barely open them.
The dried traces of tears left faint lines on her cheeks, her nose was still flushed red, and each breath carried a residual warmth.
Lilia had already awakened and was lying on her side, gazing at Yiyi.
Her fingertips gently traced the red marks on Yiyi’s skin, her movements as tender as if she were touching a priceless treasure.
Her eyes were full of deep, unbreakable affection and satisfaction.
The corners of her lips held a gentle smile, and her voice was as soft as a feather brushing the heart: “Awake, little Yibao?”
Yiyi shuddered all over, her awareness snapping back.
The shame, panic, and indulgence of last night surged back like a tide, sending heat rushing to her cheeks.
Instinctively, she tried to retreat under the blanket, but Lilia caught her waist in a firm embrace.
“Don’t hide.”
Lilia’s fingers pressed gently on her shoulder, her warm breath brushing aside Yiyi’s hair.
“Last night, you weren’t like this at all.”
Those words pierced Yiyi’s last line of defense like a needle.
Tears welled up instantly, and she turned her head away, not daring to meet Lilia’s gaze.
Her voice was thick with nasality and humiliation: “You… you scoundrel…”
“I’m a scoundrel?”
Lilia chuckled lowly and leaned closer, her lips brushing lightly against Yiyi’s burning earlobe.
“But little Yibao, you enjoyed it so much last night, didn’t you?”
Her fingertip gently traced the tip of Yiyi’s tail, making the soft fur shudder.
“You clung to me, hugged me…”
“I did not!”
Yiyi hurriedly denied, but her voice was so weak it lacked any conviction, and tears fell even harder.
“You were the one who used that flower… You forced me…”
“I forced you, yes. But little Yibao, your body was quite honest.”
Lilia’s voice was still gentle, but there was an irresistible assertiveness to it.
She reached up to wipe away the tears from Yiyi’s cheeks, her possessiveness undiminished.
“And besides, last night~ I had quite a feast~ Little Yibao.”
Lilia pulled Yiyi closer, pressing her completely into her arms.
The warmth of her chest seeped through their skin, carrying a dizzying sense of control.
Her chin rested on the top of Yiyi’s head, her nose nuzzling into her soft hair, inhaling the sweet scent that clung to Yiyi.
The affection and possessiveness in her gaze grew even stronger.
“Yibao was so good last night.”
Lilia’s voice was as honeyed as a sigh, her fingertip still gently tracing the red marks on Yiyi’s skin—an intimate touch brimming with undeniable possessiveness.
She leaned in close, her lips brushing over the flushed rim of Yiyi’s ear, her warm breath stirring as she recounted the shameful details in a soft murmur: “Raising your hips for me, whining and begging, even moaning sweetly in my ear.”
“Darling~ just wait until I eat you up clean and neat in the future.”
All the blood in Yiyi’s body seemed to rush to her head at once.
Her cheeks burned so fiercely they seemed to give off steam.
Tears surged again, spilling down her face and soaking a large patch of her robe.
She bit her lip hard to keep a shameful sob from escaping, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Her tailtip curled up, her tail pulled taut by the extremity of her embarrassment.
“I’ll stop teasing you for now. After all, little Yibao was so diligent last night. Today, I’ll let you off the hook.”
Lilia finally stopped her teasing, though she still held Yiyi tightly, her palm soothingly stroking Yiyi’s sweat-dampened back, warmth and comfort radiating from her touch.
She bent her head to gently nip at the rim of Yiyi’s flushed ear.
“Silly Yibao.”
Lilia let go of Yiyi and slowly sat up from the bed.
She lifted the blanket, got off the bed, bent to pick up the scattered clothes from the floor, and put them on at an unhurried pace.
The sound of silk rubbing against skin was especially clear in the quiet room.
Just then, from the soft couch in the corner, there came a drowsy little murmur, still heavy with the nasal tone of someone just waking up, as soft as a feather brushing through the taut air: “Mmm… Is it morning already?”