“Help me,” Feng Ling whispered in the end.
“Hm? Help with what?”
“Help me… make this feeling… stop… or…”
“Say it clearly. The feeling in your body right now is caused by the elevated sensory threshold from blood stimulation without timely release. There are only two ways to end this state, and you know very well what they are, don’t you? Don’t make me choose for you.”
Ling Yue said with a grin.
Feng Ling was biting her lip so hard that it drew blood.
Of course, she knew what the two ways Ling Yue mentioned were.
The situation now was either to say it out loud or to refuse outright.
But she was stuck in a position even harder to voice than in the previous cycle.
“Continue…” Feng Ling said with her head lowered.
“Continue what?”
Ling Yue tilted her head.
“Continue touching me… use the same way Sister Ling Yue always does, and don’t stop.”
After saying this, Feng Ling closed her eyes, leaned her head against the tiles, and focused all her attention on suppressing the impulse to jump up and run away or lunge forward and bite Ling Yue’s neck.
The next second, Ling Yue’s hand reached over from the other end of the bathtub, sliding five fingers into Feng Ling’s damp hair and gently gripping the back of her head.
The force was just enough to let her know 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, and rested her head against Ling Yue’s chest just above the water’s surface.
“Alright, now you need to relax as much as possible. Don’t hold it in. Holding it in will only let the sensory amplification pile up higher and higher, and when it finally bursts, you’ll lose control even more.”
Ling Yue spoke while slowly combing through Feng Ling’s hair.
That feeling sent goosebumps all over Feng Ling’s back.
It was also the first time she discovered that her scalp could be touched by someone else.
Before this, having her hair combed had always been her favorite part.
Every time Ling Yue finished combing it, she could fall asleep quickly.
But now, Ling Yue’s fingers had only combed from the hair whorl to the back of the neck three times, and Feng Ling’s legs were already unconsciously pressing together underwater.
“You’re much more sensitive than before. See, putting a vampire body into a sensory amplification state brings out new layers that an ordinary vampire might not discover for centuries~”
Ling Yue pressed her lips to Feng Ling’s temple, then, starting from the temple, slowly kissed along the curve beneath the orbital bone.
She kissed to the corner of her eye and then pulled back, leaving a wet trail.
Along that trail, every patch of skin that was kissed felt like a tiny spark had been dropped onto it.
The fire went out, but the spot was still burning.
At that moment, Feng Ling’s fingers gripped Ling Yue’s knee underwater.
The coolness on the skin of her knee flowed into her touch, amplified fivefold, like a thin film gently covering the surface of her skin, just enough to offset the unrelenting heat deep 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 feel too, right? Because of the primordial blood.”
Feng Ling opened her eyes, her gaze traveling upward through the water mist to find Ling Yue’s blood-red eyes, and asked softly.
“What flows into my body, any intensely strong sensation automatically feeds a portion back to me through it. The primordial blood truly can transmit any intensely strong sensation in both directions.”
While answering, Ling Yue tucked the damp silver strands of hair away from Feng Ling’s face behind her ear, her fingertip pausing an extra moment on the edge of her ear.
Then Feng Ling lifted Ling Yue’s already-healed hand and, with her now incredibly sharp fangs, gently pierced a fresh wound in the center of her palm.
The next moment, she lowered her head and licked a half-circle around the wound’s edge with the tip of her tongue, drawing the first bead of blood into her mouth.
Then she pressed her lips over it and began to drink slowly, in small sips.
The blood flow was smaller than before, but every drop that slid down her throat carried a concentrated sensation.
‘Hmm… meaning 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 to burn even lower.
At the same time, she felt another faint sensory feedback pulsing at the back of her head.
‘This is… Sister Ling Yue receiving her sensations through the primordial blood, then reflecting them back… When these two signals overlap, the sensory amplification multiplier briefly jumps up another half notch.’
She sat on Ling Yue’s lap, her entire center of gravity pressed against her knees, one hand holding her wrist for stability, her teeth embedded in her palm as she drank gently.
Wave after wave of warmth spread upward and downward simultaneously from her lower abdomen, covering her inner thighs, lower abdomen, lower back, and the back of her neck all at once.
When the spread reached her fingertips, her toes curled tightly underwater, her nails digging hard into the skin of Sister Ling Yue’s shin.
“Ah…“
When it spread to her throat, Feng Ling let out a sound so muffled that even she couldn’t tell if it was a moan or a whimper.
Her small face lifted from Ling Yue’s palm, lips still stained with blood, eyelids half-lowered, pupils unfocused for a moment before they refocused on Ling Yue’s face.
That completely soaked sleeping dress clung to her body and never changed from start to finish.
After that moment just now, there was even more water on her clothes.
Then, Ling Yue looked down at her, lifted Feng Ling straight out of the bathtub, wrapped her entirely in a bath towel, and carried her over her shoulder like a sack of rice, walking toward the bedroom.
“Feng Ling really is gifted beyond measure. If we try a little longer next time, you might not even be able to stand. Getting this wrecked from blood drinking in a sensory amplification state on your first try.”
“I’m absolutely not trying this next time… absolutely not…” Feng Ling whimpered.
“You say that every time.”
After Ling Yue set Feng Ling down on the bed, she turned around to get the hairdryer.
Feng Ling curled up in the blanket wrapped in her bath towel, her body still trembling every few seconds, too many fragments crashing wildly around in her mind.
They crashed into each other so much that she couldn’t tell which reactions were her own and which were Ling Yue’s sensations coming back through the primordial blood.
In that moment just now, within the primordial blood’s feedback, she had sensed a signal from Ling Yue’s side.
Even if it was just a tiny fragment.
In the second she reached her climax, Ling Yue’s heartbeat had also skipped a beat.
This wasn’t an illusion.
It was real in both directions.
“Sister Ling Yue, you felt it too just now, didn’t you?” Feng Ling said in a soft, lingering voice.
“Mm, I felt it.”
“Then don’t you think it’s…”
“Think what?”
Feng Ling tucked her face into the blanket, leaving only her eyes exposed.
She actually wanted to say, ‘Don’t you think this is a bit strange?’
But then she realized that between the two of them, that word no longer held any meaning.
Next, Ling Yue picked up the hairdryer and began drying her hair.
The warm air mixed with fingers combing through her scalp, layering even more excess sensations on top of the lingering sensory residue.
‘Wow, so there are bonus effects too, huh.’
No… she needed to make some more changes.
She absolutely couldn’t stay complacent, or else she’d end up repeating her last death sooner or later.
That night, Feng Ling had a dream.
In the dream, she stood at the main door of the castle, and the door was open.
But outside wasn’t the bright, beautiful world she had imagined.
Instead, it was a thick gray mist.
Inside it, countless shadowy figures with indistinct outlines moved 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 white wedding dress she had put on her own dead self in the previous cycle.
She heard herself say:
“Then, let’s go out together!”
After that, the dream shattered.