True “warming the bed”?
Lilia sprawled on the bed, her mind a total blank.
That didn’t count just now?
Then what did?
Lucia’s face magnified before her eyes, the overwhelming pressure making her heartbeat skip a beat.
“You… what do you want to do? Meow?”
Her voice was hoarse, and she had almost no strength left.
Lucia didn’t answer.
Her cold fingers landed on Lilia’s forehead, slowly sliding down until they stopped on her lips.
Lilia’s body shuddered.
“Your lips are very soft,” Lucia said in a low voice.
“I wonder what they taste like.”
Lilia’s body froze, her chest tightening as she struggled to breathe.
‘Taste?’
“No… don’t… meow!”
Lilia desperately turned her head, pressing the back of her skull against the pillow.
She wanted to avoid that finger wandering across her lips, but she couldn’t move.
Lucia’s finger traced the line of her lips before finally pressing down on the tubercle.
The pressure was light, yet Lilia felt as if that patch of skin was burning hot.
“Don’t be afraid,” Lucia whispered.
“I’m just… curious.”
She leaned down, moving closer.
Their noses almost touched, and a cold fragrance drifted into Lilia’s nose.
It was over.
Lilia gave up her struggle, watching as that face drew nearer and nearer.
—
“Mph…!”
Lilia’s body tensed as a numb sensation surged up from her tailbone, instantly draining the strength from her limbs.
A whimper escaped her throat.
Her mind was screaming, ‘Bite her! Bite her tongue off!’
But her jaw was locked, refusing to obey.
Lucia only pulled away slightly once the air in Lilia’s lungs had been squeezed dry and her vision began to darken.
Lilia gasped greedily for air, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes into her silver hair.
“You… bastard… meow…”
She sobbed, the words forced from her throat.
“Mm.”
Lucia’s thumb brushed across her wet cheek.
“It seems my little pet has already begun to learn how to enjoy it.”
“I didn’t! Meow!”
Lilia’s whole body shook, her voice cracking.
She stiffened her neck, looking like she refused to give in.
“I just wanted to make you lower your guard so I could take the chance to kill you! Meow!”
“Is that so?”
Lucia laughed.
“Then your acting is quite good.”
She leaned down, leaning close to Lilia’s ear.
Her warm breath made the base of Lilia’s ear turn red.
“Even your heartbeat is acting so fast, and your body is acting so soft.”
Lilia’s face turned beet red.
She wanted to argue, but she couldn’t say a single word.
“Since you like ‘acting’ so much,” Lucia’s voice dropped even lower, “then let’s… do it one more time.”
She lowered her head again.
One hand tangled into the silver hair at the back of Lilia’s head, tightening its grip and forcing her to tilt her face up.
“This time, let me see how good your ‘acting’ can be.”
Those lips pressed down once more.
Lilia’s train of thought snapped.
‘Again?! Is this psychopath crazy?!’
She realized Lucia simply liked seeing her like this—cornered and powerless to resist.
Just when Lilia thought she was going to suffocate again, Lucia’s movements stopped.
Her lips were only one centimeter away.
She didn’t kiss her.
Lilia was stunned.
Lucia let go of her hand and stood up.
“Game over.”
She got off the bed and straightened her slightly messy nightrobe.
Lilia lay on the bed, panting heavily, her brain unable to keep up with the pace.
It was over?
Just… just like that?
“Get up,” Lucia’s voice drifted over.
“Go to the bathroom and run the water.”
Lilia’s body stiffened.
‘The bathroom? That hellish place again?!’
The scene of her being nearly electrocuted to death last time was still burned into her mind.
“I’m not going! Meow!”
She refused without a second thought.
“Fine.”
Lucia looked at the messy bed, which was still stained with Lilia’s tear marks.
“Then I will help you wash right here.”
The color drained from Lilia’s face.
Washing here?
Lying naked on the bed while this psychopath used a wet towel to wipe every inch of her body?
That image was a hundred times more terrifying than going to the bathroom!
“…I’ll go… meow…”
The words were squeezed through her teeth, carrying a sobbing tone.
“Very good.”
—
The Fog-Hidden Spring.
It was that open-air hot spring pool again.
Steam rose from the pool, and red flower petals floated on the surface.
Lilia was naked, shrinking into the furthest corner of the pool.
She only showed half of her head, staring at the opposite side of the water.
Lucia leaned against a rock at the edge of the pool with her eyes closed, half of her black hair submerged in the water.
On the shore, Lilith stood with her head bowed, motionless.
‘What on earth is this psychopath up to?’
Lilia didn’t believe Lucia would be so kind.
‘There must be a conspiracy hidden under this calm surface.’
After a long time, Lucia still hadn’t moved, her breathing steady.
But the more she acted like this, the more Lilia felt her skin crawl.
She mobilized the Third-order Magic within her body.
She condensed a tiny Water Blade beneath the surface, controlling it to glide silently toward Lucia.
She didn’t expect to actually hurt the other woman; it was just a test.
As soon as the Water Blade came within half a meter of Lucia, it shattered into water droplets with a soft *pop*.
Lucia didn’t even twitch an eyelid.
Lilia’s heart sank.
As expected, Lucia was always guarding against her; her Domain was everywhere.
“Are you trying to tickle me with such a small splash?”
Lucia suddenly spoke, her voice echoing through the courtyard.
Lilia was so startled she flinched, her head shaking non-stop.
“No, no, meow!”
“Come here.”
It was those two words again.
Lilia’s body froze, every part of her resisting.
But she had no choice.
She moved sluggishly through the warm pool water.
Every step she took closer made her more nervous.
Finally, she stopped one step away from Lucia, not daring to move an inch further.
Lucia opened her eyes.
Amidst the swirling steam, those blood-red pupils were staring right at her.
She reached out and grabbed Lilia’s wrist.
With just a light pull, Lilia lost her balance.
She tumbled into Lucia’s arms, sent a splash of water into the air.
It was the same posture as last night, with the same fragrance.
Except this time, neither of them was wearing clothes.
The sensation of skin-to-skin contact made Lilia’s body tense as she prepared for a new round of torment.
But this time, Lucia didn’t do anything excessive.
She simply let Lilia lie in her arms.
Then, from the stone platform by the pool, she picked up a Magical Beast Skin Towel.
“Scrub my back.”