In the days that followed… the frequency of use of that so-called wedding chamber went from once a week to every other day.
Feng Ling could even recognize the order of those tools on the shelf.
After all, Ling Yue always arranged them in a fixed order.
Although she picked different combinations each time, she always put each item back in its original place after use.
She even gave those tools nicknames: Clip Quartet, Earring Sisters, Needle-tip Magical Girl, Timber Brotherhood, and so on.
Then one night, while tied to the bed, Feng Ling gestured with her chin toward the low table and asked, “By the way, when did you buy that thing that looks like a miniature mace?”
“It just arrived yesterday, custom-made for you. I specially selected the smallest size~”
Ling Yue picked up the thing and weighed it in front of Feng Ling.
“Then I have to thank that craftsman on my behalf…”
Feng Ling rolled her eyes.
“Don’t thank him. He’s already dead. Died about six hundred years ago.”
“…That joke is even colder than my dry jokes.”
“That’s not a joke. It’s true.”
Ling Yue said as she switched to a more ordinary tool… of course, her fingers.
The moment her fingertips touched the four scratches on Feng Ling’s left thigh that hadn’t completely faded and applied the first bit of pressure, her whole body tensed up like a bowstring.
The sensation of Ling Yue’s fingers roaming over these wounds was different from metal and wood, bringing her a completely different feeling.
“Xiao Fengling, turn your face and look at me.”
Then Ling Yue’s force eased a bit, but didn’t completely stop.
“Watch me closely. Don’t turn away.”
So Feng Ling obediently bit her lower lip and turned her face back.
Ling Yue’s gaze fell straight into her eyes, and the oppressive feeling descending from the darkness added an unabsorbable weight to the air.
She found herself both wanting to look away and unable to actively close her eyelids… it was as if Ling Yue had nailed her to the pillow with those blood-red eyes from half a meter away.
“Good.”
Ling Yue then extended her left hand and gripped her throat.
And she pressed her fingers one by one in sequence… the little finger first rested on the side of the Adam’s apple, then the ring finger, middle finger, and index finger closed in order, with the thumb padding the position of the carotid artery on the other side.
Only after all five fingers were fully in place did she start exerting force, perhaps with the intention of giving the other a clear, conscious period to realize she was sinking into suffocation.
At that moment, the feeling of suffocation rapidly spread from the flattened trachea, a low-frequency hum of her own blood flowing unidirectionally appeared in her ears, and at the same time, Ling Yue in her vision began to glow faintly.
It must have been a marginal reaction of the visual cortex during mild cerebral hypoxia.
Not only that, the combined signal of pain and pleasure poured down from the neck along the spine… first it devoured her legs, then her waist.
At the same time, her knees unconsciously splayed outward, and her legs pulled themselves within the ribbons, producing a faint dull sound.
“Mm, this time you lasted fifteen seconds longer than last time~”
Ling Yue said as she released her throat, letting Feng Ling gasp for air.
Then she bent down and covered the finger marks she had just squeezed with a dense row of teeth marks.
After biting the left side, she bit the right side, and after biting the front, she turned her over and bit the back of her neck.
When finished, Feng Ling went completely limp on the bed, even rolling her eyes back.
…
And then one day two months later.
“Mmph!”
Feng Ling was pulled from her sleep by a familiar stinging pain.
She groggily reached out to touch her neck, but instead directly touched Ling Yue’s hair, then followed the thick strands to feel the chin slowly rising and falling on the side of her neck.
It turned out Ling Yue was lying on top of her… her fangs were firmly embedded in the bite mark on the right side of her neck that had already formed a small hard knot, and while biting, she used her lips to hold the surrounding skin and gently sucked.
“Sister Ling Yue… is it morning already?” Feng Ling asked softly.
“No, it’s not dawn yet…”
Ling Yue stopped and licked the blood off her chin.
“But, big sister is thirsty~”
“If you’re thirsty, just drink from the cup! Wasn’t there half a cup left on the nightstand last night?”
Then Feng Ling sat up and protested.
“That cup was left for you. I’m drinking freshly squeezed.”
“What do you mean freshly squeezed! I’m not an orange!”
“Xiao Fengling’s blood is much tastier than orange juice… they’re not even in the same league.”
After saying that, Ling Yue lowered her head and took another bite, blood flowing down her lower lip onto Feng Ling’s chest.
Feng Ling also felt that numbing, painful, yet strangely pleasurable sensation when her blood was rapidly drawn from her carotid artery.
She had long since stopped bothering to struggle.
Over these two months, her body had developed a very honest conditioned reflex to Ling Yue’s touch.
No matter which part it started from, it would eventually lead to that step.
Every time, without exception.
The promised bloodsucking would turn into an all-over caress, and the promised caress would turn into even more excessive actions.
And when things happened quickly, she would come to her senses only to find that her clothes had been thrown somewhere long ago.
Moreover, Ling Yue could be said to be completely undiscriminating about timing.
If she was thirsty at midnight, she’d bite directly; if she was hungry in the morning, she’d throw off the covers; after lunch, just as she finished a game on the sofa and hadn’t even put down the controller, a hand would reach into her skirt from behind her waist.
Once even while she was bathing, before the foam was rinsed off, she was pressed against the edge of the bathtub, and then Ling Yue bit her earlobe and said, “Xiao Fengling, your body is getting more and more sensitive… I just bit your neck twice, and you’ve already parted your legs yourself… and look, my hand hasn’t even moved yet, and you’re already actively pressing against me.”
Feng Ling couldn’t refute a single word.
Because what Ling Yue said was the truth.
Her own body no longer obeyed her at all.
Or rather, it now only obeyed Ling Yue.
“Sister Ling Yue, is this what you meant back then when you said it would be after I completed the full transformation?”
Feng Ling asked, biting her lip.
“That’s right. Isn’t this just teaching you now?”
Ling Yue pushed in a little deeper.
Then she smiled as she watched Feng Ling struggle to endure.
Feng Ling thought that since she couldn’t escape anyway, she might as well enjoy it.
Next time… she would respond properly to Sister Ling Yue… after all, it seemed she had been passively accepting all this time without any initiative.
…
However, on this day, when Feng Ling was suddenly having the choking game played on her by Ling Yue by the bedside… although she was completely weak, she inexplicably hugged her waist and pulled her towards herself.
She didn’t know what she was thinking at that moment… maybe she wasn’t thinking anything…
In any case, this caused the two of them to fall together into the already messy velvet quilt, and at the same time, Ling Yue let go of her hands.
“X-Xiao Fengling actually responded to me actively! I’m so happy!”
Then a flash of fresh red blood light passed through Ling Yue’s pupils.
The next moment, her jade-like hand covered Xiao Fengling’s neck again.
But this time, it was interlocked fingers, both hands squeezing.
Both thumbs came together below the Adam’s apple, and four pairs of fingers pressed the muscles on the sides of the neck from both sides…
This time, even the neck bones of a vampire would begin to emit slight dislocation sounds… the joints of the cervical vertebrae were creaking from the pressure.
Feng Ling’s mouth opened but no sound came out; her legs kicked twice on the bed in pleasure, then her back arched, and her nails scratched Ling Yue’s arm, drawing blood.
At the same time, Ling Yue leaned down and bit her shoulder, then suddenly jerked her head to the side, tearing off a whole piece of skin and flesh, splattering a large amount of ketchup onto Ling Yue’s chin and the bedsheet.
“Ugh…”
Feng Ling’s voice was trapped in her throat, tears mixed with blood foam spurting from her mouth.
And Ling Yue’s chin dripped with blood, her teeth embedded with the tissue she had just torn from her shoulder, her eyes had completely turned into an abyss-like blood red.
“Xiao Fengling is even more tender than last time…”
After saying that, Ling Yue took another bite right below the wound she had just torn open on her shoulder, and this time the piece was larger than the first.
At the same time, this caused Feng Ling’s left hand to go limp… after that muscle was torn, her left arm temporarily lost strength.
The chain was pulled taut by her right hand, but her left hand only trembled slightly, unable even to lift a finger.
Then, Ling Yue moved to the other side of the bed, and at the same position on Feng Ling’s right shoulder, she first made a vertical cut with her nail, then a horizontal cut.
After cutting, she lowered her head and used her fangs to peel back the skin along the cross-shaped scratch, taking a third bite.
Over the next period of time, Ling Yue bit through her one by one.
From shoulder to forearm, from thigh to calf, even choosing the thickest muscle areas.
After biting one spot, she would choke Feng Ling’s neck to make her consciously feel the blood flow speed from that wound… waiting until the self-healing ability was suppressed to the last thread before letting go and moving to the next.
By the fifth bite, Feng Ling’s consciousness began to fragment.
She didn’t know how much ketchup she had already shed.
The bedsheet was soaked through, and even the quilt was saturated with blood and starting to drip onto the floor.
And her body could be described as covered in wounds.
“Sister Ling Yue… isn’t that about enough…”
She barely squeezed out a few words.
“Does Xiao Fengling think it’s enough?”
Ling Yue released her mouth and looked up to ask.
“It’s not about being enough… I’m afraid if you bite more… it will be wasted… Don’t you hate wasting food the most?”
Feng Ling explained softly.
Actually, she was really afraid that Ling Yue would really kill her here, but she was also afraid that if she refused Ling Yue, Ling Yue would darken on the spot.
Although she had said that day that she could say “no”, she almost didn’t believe it.
The next second, Ling Yue directly laughed.
This smile was different from usual… severely twisted, pulling diagonally from one side of her nose to her cheekbone, and her lips were completely covered in Feng Ling’s blood.
Madness… an absolutely mad smile… the smile of a yandere…
“Xiao Fengling is so cute! Hahaha… ha… Even though she’s about to die, she’s still worried about whether I can finish eating!”
“I’m just… reasonably… making a sug…gestion…”
Feng Ling said intermittently.
“Then, I’ll give you a reasonable suggestion too~”