“Help me…”
Feng Ling finally said softly.
“Huh? Help with what?”
“Help me… make this feeling… stop… or…”
“Say it clearly. The feeling in your body right now is caused by the blood stimulating a heightened pleasure threshold without timely release. There are only two ways to end this state, and you know exactly what they are, right?… Also, don’t make me choose for you.”
Ling Yue said with a smile.
At that moment, Feng Ling bit her lip, biting until it bled.
Of course she knew what the two ways Ling Yue mentioned were…
In the current situation, either she said it out loud, or she directly refused.
But now, she was stuck in a position even harder to voice than in the previous cycle.
“Continue.”
Feng Ling said, lowering her head.
“Continue what?”
Ling Yue tilted her head.
“Continue touching me… Use the way Sister Ling Yue usually does… Don’t stop.”
After saying this, Feng Ling closed her eyes, leaned her head against the tiles, and focused all her energy on suppressing the urge to jump up and run away, or to lunge forward and bite Ling Yue’s neck.
The next second, Ling Yue’s hand reached over from the other end of the bathtub, threading her fingers through Feng Ling’s damp hair, gently grasping the back of her head.
The force was just right—she knew she was being held in place, but it didn’t hurt.
Then Ling Yue pulled her closer, letting her sink back into the warm bathwater, resting her head on the water surface near Ling Yue’s chest.
“Alright, now you need to relax as much as possible. Don’t hold back. Holding it in will only pile up the effects of Sensory Amplification, and when it finally bursts, it’ll be even more uncontrollable.”
Wang Ling Yue spoke while slowly combing through Feng Ling’s hair.
And this feeling sent goosebumps all over Feng Ling’s back.
It was also the first time she realized that her scalp could be touched until it went soft.
Before this, hair combing had always been her favorite part…
Every time Ling Yue finished combing her hair, she could fall asleep quickly.
But now…
Ling Yue’s fingers had only combed from her crown to the back of her neck three times, and her legs had already unconsciously clamped together underwater.
“In the Sensory Amplification State, you’re much more sensitive than before. Indeed, after fully activating the Vampire body, the Sensory Amplification State triggers a new level that an ordinary vampire might not discover for centuries~”
Ling Yue pressed her lips to Feng Ling’s temple, then slowly kissed along the curve beneath her eye socket.
She kissed to the corner of the eye and then pulled back, leaving a wet trail.
And along that line, every spot of skin that had been kissed felt like a tiny spark had been thrown into it.
The fire had gone out, but that spot was still burning.
At that moment, Feng Ling’s fingers grabbed Ling Yue’s knee underwater.
The coolness of the knee’s skin transmitted into her fivefold-amplified sense of touch.
It was like a thin film lightly covering the surface of her skin, just enough to cancel out the deep, unrelenting heat inside her body.
“Sister Ling Yue… Can I… can I take a sip? I won’t bite hard… Besides, when I drink your blood during Sensory Amplification, you can feel what I’m feeling too, right? Because of the Primordial Blood.”
Feng Ling opened her eyes, her gaze rising through the water mist to find Ling Yue’s blood-red eyes, and asked softly.
“Yes. The Primordial Blood does transmit bidirectionally… Because that drop of blood came from my body, any intense sensation will automatically be partially feedback to me through it.”
While answering, Ling Yue also brushed aside the damp silver strands at Xiao Fengling’s temple, her fingertip pausing briefly at the edge of her ear.
Then Feng Ling raised Ling Yue’s healed hand, and with her now incredibly sharp fangs, gently pierced a new opening in the palm.
The next moment, she lowered her head and licked half a circle around the wound with the tip of her tongue, drawing the first drop of blood into her mouth, then covered it with her lips and began slowly sipping small mouthfuls.
The blood flow was smaller than before, but each drop that slid down her throat brought a concentrated sensation.
Hmm…
That is to say, this fire wasn’t as fierce as before, but it burned with more layers.
From her throat, it burned all the way down to her stomach, then along her pelvis, burning even lower.
At the same time, she also felt a faint echo pulsing at the back of her own head.
This was…
Sister Ling Yue was receiving her sensations through the Primordial Blood, then reflecting them back…
These two signals overlapped, briefly pushing the Sensory Amplification multiplier up half a notch.
She was sitting on Ling Yue’s lap, her entire weight pressing down on her knees.
Ling Yue held her wrist steady.
Her fangs were embedded in the palm, gently sucking.
Waves of warmth spread upward and downward from her lower abdomen.
Covering her inner thighs, lower abdomen, waist, spine, and the back of her neck.
And when it spread to her fingertips, her toes curled tightly underwater, her nails digging sharply into the skin of Sister Ling Yue’s calf.
“Ah…”
When the spread reached her throat, Feng Ling let out a trembling sound—she couldn’t even tell whether it was a moan or a whimper.
Her small face lifted from Ling Yue’s palm, her lips still stained with blood.
Her eyelids half-drooped, her pupils unfocused for a moment before locking back onto Ling Yue’s face.
The completely soaked sleeping dress clung to her body, never changed from start to finish.
And after that instant, the water on her clothes seemed to have increased.
Then Ling Yue looked down at her, directly lifted Feng Ling out of the bathtub, wrapped her entirely in a towel, and carried her over her shoulder like a sack toward the bedroom.
“Feng Ling is truly gifted. On your first time drinking blood in the Sensory Amplification State, you ended up like this. Next time if you try a bit longer, you might not even be able to stand, huh?”
“I’m definitely not trying this next time… Definitely… sob…”
“You always say that.”
After Ling Yue placed Feng Ling on the bed, she turned around to get the hairdryer.
Feng Ling curled up in the quilt wrapped in a towel, her body still trembling every now and then.
Too many fragments were crashing wildly in her mind.
They collided so much that she couldn’t tell which reactions were her own and which were the sensations from Ling Yue transmitted back through the Primordial Blood.
In that instant, in the echo of the Primordial Blood, she had sensed Ling Yue’s signal…
Even if it was just a tiny fragment.
At the second she reached her peak, Ling Yue’s heartbeat had also skipped a beat.
This wasn’t an illusion…
This was bidirectional reality.
“Sister Ling Yue, you felt it too, didn’t you?”
Feng Ling said in a low voice.
“Mm, I felt it.”
“Then don’t you think…”
“What?”
Feng Ling shrank her face into the quilt, leaving only her eyes visible.
She actually wanted to say “don’t you think it’s a bit strange,” but then she realized that between them, that word had lost all meaning.
Next, Ling Yue picked up the hairdryer and started drying her hair.
The warm wind mixed with fingers combing through her scalp, layering nine extra folds of sensation on top of the lingering sensitivity.
“Wow, there’s a bonus stage too, huh…”
No…
She had to make some changes.
She absolutely couldn’t settle for the status quo.
Otherwise, she would sooner or later repeat the same death as last time.
That night, Feng Ling had a dream.
In the dream, she stood at the main entrance of this castle.
The door was open.
But outside was not the bright, sunny beautiful world she had imagined.
Instead, it was a thick gray fog.
Inside the fog, countless shadowy figures were moving slowly.
Also, those shadows seemed to be looking at her.
“It’s dangerous out there~”
The next moment, she heard Ling Yue’s voice.
Then she turned around, only to find Ling Yue wearing that wedding dress.
The same white wedding dress that she had dressed her own dead body in during the previous cycle.
She heard herself say again:
“Then, let’s go out together!”
After she said that, the dream shattered.