Ling Xiya held the “unconscious” female Demon Queen Isayat tightly in her arms, as if she were the entire world she had lost and found again.
The long-standing dejection and despair, catalyzed by that faint, unnoticed smile of Isayat’s, had already fermented into an even more terrifying force—a determination to hold this “one and only” tightly in her grasp at any cost.
“Master… let’s go home.”
Ling Xiya’s voice was hoarse, yet it carried an unquestionable resolve.
She was no longer the pitiful person who curled up in a corner, letting sorrow devour her.
She was Isayat’s guardian, her sole master.
Carrying the warm body in her arms, Ling Xiya took her steps with clear direction—toward the Demon King’s castle that symbolized their “love nest.”
The journey was long and silent, accompanied only by the sound of Ling Xiya’s heavy yet resolute footsteps and the steady breathing of Isayat in her embrace.
Ling Xiya’s gaze was sharp as an eagle’s, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
Any existence that might threaten the treasure in her arms would be mercilessly erased by her.
Her power, nourished by that twisted love, had not only failed to fade but was instead growing in an even darker and more violent form.
After walking for who knew how long, the drain on her stamina made Ling Xiya breathe slightly harder.
She needed a safe place—a place where she could be alone with Yat and… awaken her.
Her gaze fell upon an abandoned cabin in the woods, as if it had long been prepared just for them.
A flicker of satisfaction passed through Ling Xiya’s eyes.
Holding Isayat, she pushed the door open and entered.
The interior was covered in dust and crisscrossed with spiderwebs, but it remained mostly intact.
Ling Xiya carefully laid Isayat down on the only bed that was still somewhat decent, her movements so gentle it was as if she were handling a priceless treasure.
She gazed at Isayat’s sleeping face.
Even in unconsciousness, that stunning beauty carried a trace of languid nobility, making Ling Xiya’s heart pound wildly.
“Master, you’ve slept for too long…”
Ling Xiya sat on the edge of the bed and reached out a trembling hand to gently stroke Isayat’s pale cheek.
“I know you’re very tired. It’s all right—Xiya will help you.
I’ll give you everything I have, as long as you wake up, as long as you look at me…”
She leaned down, her eyes filled with obsession and unyielding determination.
And the way to awaken her was perhaps only through the purest energy—the energy that now belonged solely to Ling Xiya and existed only for Isayat.
Ling Xiya closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
The power within her began to surge.
She slowly lowered her head, aligning with Isayat’s soft lips.
The moment their lips met, Ling Xiya felt the slightly cool touch of Isayat’s lips and that faint yet familiar presence.
Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
A powerful possessiveness intertwined with love, almost suffocating her.
She transferred her energy little by little, through the connection of their lips and tongues, into Isayat’s body.
That energy carried her body heat, her will, and her intense, inseparable mad love, flowing endlessly to her master.
Ling Xiya could feel Isayat’s body seem to tremble slightly, her breathing growing quicker.
This subtle change sent Ling Xiya into wild joy.
She increased the flow of energy.
At the same time, a more primal, more intense desire rose within her.
She suddenly tore open Isayat’s already somewhat tattered clothing, revealing skin as white as frost and snow.
Ling Xiya’s trembling hands caressed that smooth, delicate skin, feeling the warmth and texture unique to Isayat.
“Master… Master…”
She murmured, leaning down to tightly embrace Isayat’s bare body.
The sensation of skin against skin made her tremble all over—it was the long-awaited intimacy, the fusion of soul and flesh.
She buried her face in the crook of Isayat’s neck, greedily inhaling her scent and feeling her body gradually regain warmth.
Her dark energy surged into Isayat’s limbs and bones like the gentlest catalyst and the most domineering invasion at once.
Just as Ling Xiya was nearly drowning in the joy of this skin-to-skin contact and the focus of energy transfer, the body in her arms moved slightly.
Ling Xiya jerked her head up, her heart pounding furiously, her eyes bursting with unbelievable ecstasy.
Isayat’s eyelashes trembled faintly like the wings of a startled butterfly.
Then, those deep eyes slowly opened.
“Master! You’re awake! You’re finally awake!”
Ling Xiya was so excited that her words tumbled out incoherently, tears instantly blurring her vision.
She reached out, wanting to touch Isayat’s cheek.
“That’s wonderful… I knew it—you would never leave me…”