Ling Yue took Feng Ling’s hand and left the study, then walked through the corridor until they reached the door at the very end of the castle’s second floor—a door she had never entered before.
This door was twice as wide as a normal door, and its surface was covered in carved runes.
“What is this room for?”
Feng Ling swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
“It’s the wedding chamber, specially prepared for you, Little Fengling~”
Ling Yue pressed her hand against the door.
The runes lit up one by one in a dark red glow under her touch, spreading rapidly from the center of her palm along the carved lines.
‘What? Wedding chamber? What is Sister Ling Yue going to do?!’
Feng Ling’s eyes widened again.
Then the door swung open.
The space inside was even larger than Feng Ling had imagined—at least as big as two classrooms put together.
There were no windows.
Four red orbs of light floated in the corners of the ceiling, casting the entire room in an ambiguous, darkroom-like haze.
Shelves against the walls were lined with bottles, jars, and all kinds of tools.
But what truly held her gaze was the enormous bed at the center of the room.
It was even bigger than the four-poster bed in Ling Yue’s bedroom.
The sheets were pure black silk, and each of the four bedposts had a chain wrapped around it, the shackles at the ends facing the four corners of the bed.
“Sister Ling Yue, this…”
Feng Ling had a bad feeling.
Then Ling Yue lightly tapped the back of her neck with a finger.
“This is Little Fengling’s toy, and also sister’s toy… a toy for the two of us to use together~”
Feng Ling stood still, her eyes sweeping back and forth across the shelves.
In the middle of the shelf near the left, a half-open drawer revealed the corner of something inside.
She wasn’t sure what she saw, but the shape sent a cold sweat down her back.
That definitely wasn’t meant for her. That was…
‘No, better not think about it further!’
“Now, what is Little Fengling thinking? Are you wondering how these toys will be used on you?”
Ling Yue’s hand slid from the back of her neck to her throat, then wrapped around to pull Feng Ling into her arms, pressing her lips against Feng Ling’s ear.
“Don’t worry… we’ll start with the simplest things, take it slow. I promise you’ll cry from pleasure.”
There was anticipation in Ling Yue’s voice.
“Wh-what’s the simplest?”
Ling Yue released her and took a roll of dark red ribbon from the shelf.
“What’s that?”
Next, Ling Yue gently pushed her toward the bed, then let go, making Little Fengling fall backward into the pile of black silk, facing away from her.
“A special ribbon made by the vampires, soaked in a special potion. It can slightly suppress your self-healing ability… and no matter how strong Little Fengling is, you won’t be able to break it~”
“Suppress self-healing? What does that mean?”
“Mm. Otherwise, the moment I make a scratch, it disappears the next second. That wouldn’t be any fun~”
Ling Yue bent down in front of her, lightly brushing the end of the ribbon against the back of Feng Ling’s hand.
“This ribbon will keep the marks on your body longer. For example, if sister leaves a red mark on your wrist right now, it will last for an entire night.”
“You… invented this just to make it easier to torture me?”
Feng Ling stared at the ribbon slowly moving across the back of her hand, her voice low.
“This is a normal way of showing affection between vampire couples~ Didn’t I explain it to Little Fengling before? Of course, you can also treat it as a game. You love games, don’t you? The rules are simple… no matter what I do, you don’t move. If you move, we start over. Of course, it won’t hurt unbearably. Sister knows her limits~”
Feng Ling watched as Ling Yue divided the ribbon into four pieces and tied each to the shackles on the four bedposts.
Every movement was slow and deliberate, as if carefully arranging a ritual.
Then Ling Yue turned, took Feng Ling’s right wrist, and began winding the ribbon around it—tight enough to press into the skin but not cut off blood flow.
Then the left hand, right foot, left foot… one by one, her limbs were fixed to the four corners of the bed.
In the end, she was spread out like the character “big.”
“Are you scared?”
Ling Yue gently stroked Feng Ling’s hair.
“It would be a lie to say I’m not.”
“Then why didn’t you resist? When I tied your left hand, you still had a chance to break free… You didn’t scream or beg me to stop. You didn’t even ask what I was going to do next.”
She pressed a finger to her own lips and tilted her head.
“So why is that?”
“Because if I resist, you’ll only get more excited…”
The real reason was that she didn’t want to resist.
She firmly believed that only by being completely obedient to Sister Ling Yue could she save her own life.
Ling Yue wouldn’t kill a Little Fengling who was always well-behaved, would she?
So now all she had to do was endure and let Sister Ling Yue be satisfied.
Hearing this, Ling Yue smiled.
“Alright, the game begins~”
As she spoke, two fingers of her right hand pressed against the hollow above Feng Ling’s collarbone.
Her nails sank into the skin and slowly dragged downward.
The motion was extremely slow.
With every millimeter, Feng Ling could feel the fibers of her dermis snapping against the tips of Ling Yue’s nails with tiny sounds.
Blood flowed from the wound that ran from her collarbone to the top of her sternum, some of it pooling in the hollow, turning that small depression into a miniature blood pool.
The next second, Ling Yue raised her finger and showed Feng Ling the bloodstain on her nail.
“Does it hurt, Little Fengling?” she asked softly.
“It’s okay.”
“How about this?”
Ling Yue made a second cut next to the first, creating two parallel lines.
“Now they’re symmetrical!”
She then made a third cut vertically down the middle of Feng Ling’s forehead, from her hairline to between her eyebrows.
Feng Ling clenched her teeth, swallowing back a groan that almost escaped.
She had gotten used to being scratched by nails, but having three wounds on her collarbone and forehead bleeding at the same time was a first.
She instinctively wanted to raise a hand to wipe it away, but the clatter of the chain being pulled taut reminded her—she was still bound.
“Don’t rush, it’s not over yet~”
Ling Yue walked to the foot of the bed and stood between her feet.
She took hold of Feng Ling’s left ankle, pressed her thumb lightly below the ankle bone, and pushed her leg outward slightly.
The next second, four nails dragged down from the left thigh, starting near the groin and going all the way to the knee.
Feng Ling realized Ling Yue was using four fingers at different rhythms—thumb first, then index, middle, and ring finger, each one a fraction of a second later than the previous.
And all those places were on Little Fengling’s inner thigh.
In short, those four sensations rolled across her thigh like a queue, each one crushing down in turn.
When she finished, Ling Yue kissed Feng Ling’s calf.
“The skin here is much thinner than on your collarbone… Little Fengling trembled even more just now. Is it more sensitive here?”
“I don’t feel good…”
Feng Ling said hoarsely.
“It’s okay. It’ll feel good~”
Ling Yue then made four more cuts on the right leg in the same spot.
This time, before withdrawing her nails, she twisted them slightly.
The blood spread under the rotation, forming an irregular red blotch on the pale skin.
“Hiss—Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts… so much!”
Feng Ling’s leg kicked hard against the sheet.
Still, she held back her tears, refusing to let them fall.
Then Ling Yue picked up the remaining ribbon, returned to the bedside, and looked down at Feng Ling lying on her back.
Her forehead to collarbone, left leg to right leg—everything was red.
The wounds were healing at a slower pace because of the ribbon’s suppression.
“Little Fengling, how do you feel?”
Ling Yue asked softly.
“It hurts… but… I can take it!”
Feng Ling gritted out.
“Then let’s try something else.”
Ling Yue sat on the edge of the bed and propped Feng Ling’s upper body up slightly.
“Do you remember what we talked about last time? Pain and pleasure can stack. Right now, you feel a lot of pain, so sister is going to give you a little pleasure, and let the pain upgrade into something you can’t refuse…”
Without another word, she bit into the side of Feng Ling’s neck.
This time, the spot was further back than usual, close to the small area near the spine covered by muscle.
The skin there was a little thicker than elsewhere, but beneath it lay a bundle of nerves connecting the spinal cord directly to the brain.
When the fangs pierced in, Feng Ling’s entire back arched.
Ling Yue held the wound in her mouth, sucking while her fingers moved downward, pinching the bundle of nerves in her neck.
Pain and pleasure struck her spine at the same frequency, converging on the same nerve fiber—sent to the brain as one signal.
Her muscles went from tense to spasming, her vision went white, and she knew nothing more.