After racking her brains for who knows how long, Feng Ling’s gaze turned to the half-drunk glass of blood Ling Yue had left on the coffee table, and she stared at it intently.
There was still a dark red stain on the rim of the glass…
The temptation was obvious.
So, she quickly grabbed the glass of blood and tilted her head back to gulp it down in one go.
As the blood slid down her throat, that already familiar yet always insufficient satisfaction exploded on her tongue and poured down her esophagus.
Then she set down the glass, wiped the remaining blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and then brought her hand to her mouth and licked it clean.
Only after finishing this action did she realize what she had just done.
In human terms… she had fully entered the Blood Thirst Period, just like how humans in puberty get restless over the opposite sex.
But for her, any kind of blood could bring her pleasure, and each drop would flip some switch in her body up a notch.
And the longer she soaked in that feeling, the easier it was to trigger the next time.
But the most attractive of all was still Ling Yue’s Primogenitor Blood.
At this moment, Feng Ling suddenly wanted to know something… what would happen if she took the initiative to suck Ling Yue’s blood… what exactly would happen…
Not the kind where she waited for Ling Yue to feed her—it would be her pouncing and biting, just as hard as Ling Yue had bitten her in the Previous Cycle, then tearing off skin and flesh, chewing it up, and swallowing it into her stomach.
As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, Feng Ling froze completely.
And as she put the empty glass on the coffee table, her hand shook so much that the bottom of the glass hit the edge of the table twice before she could set it down steadily.
‘What is she thinking? What rebellious thoughts were those just now?’
‘She… she’s the victim here, she’s the one locked up! How could she have such thoughts about Sister Ling Yue?’
But no matter how much she refused to admit it, she had thought it, and the feeling that had surged up in her body just now wasn’t disgust—it was something that made Feng Ling even more terrified.
“Xiao Fengling, what are you doing now?”
It was Ling Yue’s voice again, sudden and unexpected.
And this time, Feng Ling was so frightened that she jumped particularly high, even hitting her head on the ceiling.
With an “Ouch!” she fell to the floor.
“Ow ow ow ow ow… jumping this high?”
Feng Ling wiped away the tears from the pain and gently rubbed her little head.
Ling Yue was standing behind the sofa, looking down at her, holding a plate of freshly made crimson-colored food.
Her bangs cast a shadow over the upper half of her face under the warm light, leaving only the unpredictable curve of her lips.
“What were you thinking just now? Your expression was scary~”
“I was thinking about the character settings for a new game.”
As Feng Ling took the plate, her fingertips brushed against the back of Ling Yue’s fingers.
The coolness from that brief contact stirred up the unsettled feeling in her heart again.
But she still answered in a flat, indifferent tone.
“Just that kind of villain darkening plot… went through it in my head, and it felt pretty cool.”
“Oh? What kind of villain?”
“A female lead who’s been locked up too long and starts thinking about turning the tables.”
Ling Yue walked around to the front of the sofa and sat down beside her.
Then she picked up chopsticks, took a piece of the red thing from Feng Ling’s plate, put it in her mouth, chewed, and licked the tips of the chopsticks.
“It’s fine if you just think about it, but if you actually try… you can’t beat me~”
‘Huh? She could tell that from that?’
Feng Ling quickly put the plate on her lap and lowered her head to eat frantically.
She ate the meal very quietly, keeping her head down the whole time.
But this wasn’t because she was afraid of making eye contact with Ling Yue… she was afraid that if she looked up and saw Ling Yue’s neck, that image would pop into her head again.
That kind of image shouldn’t appear in the mind of a prisoner… because it belongs to a predator… and she should be the prey.
Yet her body didn’t think that way at all.
…
After the meal, Ling Yue dragged her into the bathroom again.
There were always several times a week where they bathed together.
Feng Ling had long gotten used to it, and could even keep her mind calm while being scrubbed from head to toe in the bathtub… though that was only on the surface.
But deep down… every time Ling Yue’s slender, fair fingers slid over her belly, waist, or other places, her brain would still skip a beat, and her body would unconsciously tense up.
This reaction had now become as natural as breathing.
But today was different.
Today, as Ling Yue stepped into the steam-filled bathtub, she said, “Xiao Fengling, that Sensory Amplification Magic, do you want to try it now?”
At the moment, Feng Ling was curled up at the other end of the bathtub, with only the part above her nose above the water.
After hearing this, her mouth sank down and blew a string of bubbles before resurfacing.
“Didn’t you say I could skip it?”
“That’s right~ So I’m just asking if you want to… if you don’t want to, you can keep refusing. I won’t be mad.”
Ling Yue leaned against the other end of the bathtub, her arms resting on the tiled edges on both sides, her collarbones and half of her rounded shoulders floating above the foam.
Her hair was tied high on her head with a hairpin, but a few strands at the ends were wet and stuck to the side of her neck…
She looked relaxed and comfortable.
Feng Ling huddled in the water and thought for a while.
‘Continuing to refuse is certainly the safest… but last time, after she firmly refused, Ling Yue agreed too readily, which made her even more uneasy.’
‘Besides, she had more or less figured out a pattern.’
‘Ling Yue’s “you can refuse” usually only happened in two situations.’
‘One was genuine… though that was extremely rare.’
‘The other was that you could refuse, but Ling Yue would find another way to achieve the same goal… so rather than wait for Ling Yue to spring something unexpected again, it was better to accept now when Ling Yue was proactively suggesting it in a relatively transparent situation.’
‘At least now she could control when, where, and under what circumstances this Sensory Amplification would happen.’
‘The initiative wasn’t entirely hers, but at least she had the right to know.’
“Then… let’s try it once…”
Feng Ling finally said quietly.
This sentence made Ling Yue’s eyes curve.
She beckoned and said with a smile, “Then come here quickly~”
Feng Ling dragged herself through the foam in the water, moving until she was within arm’s reach of Ling Yue, then stopped.
Then Ling Yue raised her right hand from the water and lightly tapped the center of Feng Ling’s collarbone with her index finger.
When the fingertip touched her skin, it carried the warmth of the bathwater.
This was the first time Feng Ling felt that Ling Yue’s hand wasn’t too cold.
The next second, she felt a slight heat seep from Ling Yue’s fingertip and spread outward along the network of subcutaneous capillaries, as if someone had spread an extremely thin and fine warm film under her skin.
This film crawled up from the collarbone to the neck, then to the cheeks and ears, while simultaneously spreading downward along the chest, abdomen, thighs, and other areas.
Feng Ling raised her hand and turned it over…
At that moment, she could see a nearly invisible red pattern on the surface of her skin slowly fading into the dermis.
And when the pattern disappeared, the heat was gone too.
What replaced it was a very subtle, slight tingling sensation.
How to describe it?
It was a strange feeling similar to every pore opening slightly and every hair standing up gently.
“OK, it’s done!”
Finally, Ling Yue withdrew her finger and leaned back against the edge of the bathtub.
“Now your skin sensitivity is about five times normal~ The effect will last until tomorrow morning. During this time, even a light touch will produce a very intense sensation… You’ll need to get used to it~ It might be a bit stimulating at first.”
Then Feng Ling looked down at her own hand.
She slowly made a fist with her right hand and then opened it…
Yet this simplest of actions let her feel the direction of every palm line in her hand.
It was as if someone was tracing along her life line, wisdom line, and love line one by one with the tip of a feather.
When the tracing reached the base of her palm, that tingling sensation traveled up the vein on the inside of her wrist for half an inch before stopping.
“Holy shit…” she said involuntarily.
At this moment, she couldn’t find any word to describe what she wanted to say.
“How does it feel?”
Ling Yue leaned closer and asked.
“Too… too vivid… this is…”
‘No! No, no, no, no, no! Now her senses for those things are even stronger than before! And Ling Yue is right in front of her!’
‘So what will happen to her next…’
Feng Ling swallowed hard.