Feng Ling opened her mouth and pressed her fangs against the skin above the blood vessel.
When the tips of her fangs pierced the epidermis, she felt Ling Yue’s body tense slightly…
‘That must be the instinctive alertness triggered when a vital spot is touched by something sharp. It’s definitely not Ling Yue being afraid.’
After puncturing the dermis and letting the fang tips touch the vessel wall, she suddenly stopped.
“Why aren’t you drinking?”
Ling Yue asked.
“You haven’t said ‘start’ yet,” Feng Ling said seriously.
Hearing that, Ling Yue smiled.
“Hehe, then start now.”
As Ling Yue’s words fell, Feng Ling pierced the vessel wall with her fangs.
The moment the Primogenitor Blood surged into her mouth, the whole world went silent.
She could still hear Ling Yue’s heartbeat, the faint sound of blood flowing in the vessels, and the gulp of her own throat when she swallowed.
But all these sounds were wrapped in a thick layer.
This taste was completely different from the triple-concentrated blood honey pudding.
The blood in the pudding was processed, while the blood sucked directly from the vessel was active and concentrated.
The taste exploded on her tongue, then instead of sliding straight down her throat, it first spread throughout her mouth before flowing down her throat.
After it poured into her stomach, the flavor radiated outward from her stomach, spreading along the pathways of her blood vessels to every still-beating nerve ending.
“Ah… ha… ha…”
Feng Ling’s lips clung tightly to Ling Yue’s neck, a thin trickle of blood leaking from the corner of her mouth.
Her body… from her thighs to her waist to her shoulders—all trembling.
Ling Yue didn’t speak or move.
She just maintained the tilt of her head, one hand supporting Feng Ling’s back while the other rested on the back of Feng Ling’s head, gently stroking.
After Feng Ling had taken about a dozen or so mouthfuls, the scene before her eyes began to blur.
It feels so good…
That sense of satisfaction surged from every corner of her body simultaneously toward her brain and exploded into a vast white light there.
She squeezed her thighs around Ling Yue’s waist, her knees unconsciously rubbing against the sofa cushion, and her little face was even redder than when she had bathed with Ling Yue in the bathroom.
“One more mouthful, then stop.”
Ling Yue’s voice pierced through that white light and landed in her ears.
One more mouthful, and she’ll…
But Feng Ling didn’t obediently stop.
Right now, the connection between her brain and body had been severed by that wave of pleasure.
She heard Ling Yue say stop, but that signal got stuck somewhere between her eardrum and cerebral cortex without transforming into an instruction to stop.
“Stop.”
Ling Yue said it again, softly.
But the hand on the back of Feng Ling’s head tightened.
And this time, Feng Ling finally released her mouth, pulling her two fangs out of Ling Yue’s neck, drawing out one last bead of blood.
Two clear fang holes now marked Ling Yue’s neck, with a small patch of congested red bruising next to them.
Little Feng Ling collapsed onto Ling Yue, gasping heavily.
Her lips were covered in blood, the corners of her mouth stained with blood, a streak of blood on her chin, and her fingernails had dug into Ling Yue’s shoulder skin.
This posture lasted about ten seconds, and Feng Ling still didn’t dare to move.
Mostly because she simply couldn’t move right now!
Ling Yue looked down at the fingernail marks on her shoulder, then raised her head and looked at Feng Ling with an expression between amusement and helplessness.
“It took two calls before you stopped, Little Fengling. Your self-control is even worse than I imagined.”
She smiled as she revealed that fact.
“I’m sorry…”
Feng Ling said in a hoarse voice.
“No need to apologize.”
Ling Yue reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, her fingers pausing on her lips for a moment before she said, a bit seriously:
“What I was about to say was: if I told you to stop and you didn’t, then for the next week you won’t get a single drop of Primogenitor Blood…”
So, from now until this day next week, my blood is forbidden to you.
“You can drink as much blood from the cup as you want, but not a single drop of mine goes to Little Fengling.”
Feng Ling was stunned.
The desire hadn’t completely cleared from her mind yet, and though she understood Ling Yue’s words, she couldn’t fully digest them at once.
‘I want to say no,’ but the words died in her throat as she forced them back down.
Because she really had stopped only after being called twice.
Ling Yue hadn’t added any extra punishment; she was just enforcing the rule they had agreed upon beforehand.
If she tried to renege now, it would only make things worse.
She looked down at the blood still lingering on her fingertips and instinctively put her finger into her mouth and licked it clean.
After doing that, she realized what she had done.
Seeing this, the corner of Ling Yue’s mouth curled up a little more.
“The way you lick your finger is actually quite cute.”
After saying that, Ling Yue lifted Little Feng Ling off her lap and set her down on the sofa, then stood up and straightened her collar, which had been disturbed.
“I’ll go make dinner. You wash the blood off your face and mouth first.”
Feng Ling curled up on the sofa, listening to the sounds of running water and chopping from the kitchen, unconsciously touching her lips with her fingers.
The warmth of Ling Yue’s neck skin still lingered on them.
When she sucked the blood earlier, she could clearly feel the power flowing out of Ling Yue’s body and pouring into her own through her fangs.
And that power mingled with her own magic, forming a warm current in her blood vessels that was both unfamiliar and familiar.
She knew this was a temporary boost from the Primogenitor Blood, which would raise her magical affinity and physical condition for a while.
But this time was different, because this time she had actively taken it.
Then, Feng Ling turned her hand over to look at her palm.
The tiny lines on her palm were clearer in the light than usual, and her fingernails were a little longer than before.
‘This is probably another side effect of the Primogenitor Blood. A vampire’s body accelerates certain tissue metabolism after absorbing high-concentration magic.’
“Okay, I’ll head to the bathroom now?”
After saying that, Feng Ling stood up and rushed into the bathroom.
Closing the door, she took a small bottle containing a pale golden liquid from the drawer of the vanity and unscrewed the cap.
Then she scraped the thin layer of red from her teeth into the bottle’s opening.
The moment the blood entered the liquid, the pale golden liquid gave a slight shake, and then a few small bubbles rose inside.
‘This is the first time I’ve taken blood this way… and I’m not even sure if this counts as the caster’s fresh blood.’
But at least the three items Ling Yue’s notes mentioned—she now theoretically had them all assembled.
Now she just needed to verify whether this actually worked.
Feng Ling tightened the bottle cap, returned the small bottle to the innermost part of the drawer, covered it with a magazine, then turned on the faucet to wash her face.
The small bite mark on her lip was still there, and the fang holes on the side of her neck were slowly healing.
But when she saw her own expression in the mirror, a chill suddenly ran down her back.
It wasn’t fear, nor was it the exhaustion after being drained.
It was satisfaction…
Like the kind of satisfaction a person who has been hungry for many days finally gets to eat what they’ve craved most.
So she instinctively wanted to find a blanket and wrap herself up completely.
Still, she dried her face, reopened the door, and walked out.