However, Su Ruanruan froze when the girl led her away from the first-floor living room. Instead of heading for the main entrance, the girl led her into the depths of a hallway on the first floor and toward a specific room.
“I… are we not going out?” Su Ruanruan asked in an uneasy, small voice.
“The electronic lock on the front door can only be opened with Sister’s fingerprints.” The girl pushed open the door and looked back, giving her a reassuring smile. “This is my bedroom. There is a large tree outside my window that allows you to climb directly over the courtyard wall. Come, come inside and hide for a moment.”
Su Ruanruan did not suspect a thing. She followed the girl into the room with gratitude.
Click.
The door closed, followed by the sound of it being locked from the inside.
This was a bedroom decorated with an extremely feminine, “girly-heart” aesthetic. The entire room was covered in a thick cashmere carpet, and the walls were adorned with various intricate layers of lace. Most striking of all, however, was that the room was filled with hundreds or even thousands of Ball-Jointed Dolls (BJD) of all sizes.
Without exception, these dolls were dressed in extremely gorgeous Western dresses. Their facial features were so exquisite they appeared rigid, and their pairs of inorganic glass eyes stared straight toward the center of the room, sending a chill down one’s spine.
Su Ruanruan shuddered inexplicably. A sense of crisis, as if she had just escaped a wolf’s den only to fall into a tiger’s mouth, suddenly surged uncontrollably in her heart.
‘Wait… where is the window? I should leave as soon as…’
She turned around, but before she could finish her sentence, she felt a massive force—one completely inconsistent with the girl’s slender frame—shove her hard against her shoulders.
“Ah!”
Su Ruanruan cried out as she lost her balance, falling heavily onto the giant, soft bed covered in velvet.
She looked up in a panic, only to witness a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.
The weak, kind, angel-like girl from a moment ago was now standing by the bed, looking down at her.
The innocence and sympathy on the girl’s face had vanished without a trace, replaced by a hair-raising, morbid frenzy and excitement.
“A window? There are no windows here.”
The girl—Lin Yin—tossed aside the tattered rabbit plushie she was holding and giggled. Her voice was still clear and sweet, but to Su Ruanruan’s ears, it sounded like the whisper of a demon.
“I really didn’t expect Sister to bring back such a top-tier toy this time. This skin, these eyes, and this body… it’s simply wonderful!”
“You… what are you going to do! Didn’t you say you were going to let me go?!” Su Ruanruan backed away in fear, trying to crawl off the bed.
But Lin Yin was incredibly fast. She pounced onto the bed, easily pinning Su Ruanruan down into the soft mattress once more.
Next, she pulled out several pink silk ribbons from somewhere. With movements as fluid as flowing water and amidst Su Ruanruan’s terrified screams, she bound the girl’s wrists and ankles tightly to the four brass pillars of the headboard!
“Let me go! You liar! Let me go!!”
Su Ruanruan struggled desperately, her limbs pulled taut into a humiliating spread-eagle position. She had thought she had met a savior, but she never imagined this person would be even more of a pervert than Lin Lie!
“Don’t move around too much. These are my favorite French Silk Ribbons. If you ruin them, I will be very angry.”
Lin Yin sat astride Su Ruanruan’s waist, cupping the girl’s small, tear-stained face, which had turned pale from extreme terror.
“So beautiful… this pitiful expression is so delicious… no wonder that blockhead Sister went crazy for you.”
Lin Yin’s eyes were filled with obsession. She leaned down, burying her face deep into Su Ruanruan’s snow-white silver hair.
Hiss—
Lin Yin closed her eyes and took a long, deeply satisfied breath. The tip of her nose grazed greedily against the crook of Su Ruanruan’s neck and through her hair, as if she were inhaling some kind of addictive drug.
“So fragrant… there’s a pure scent of milk and sweetness… ah, it’s too wonderful…”
“Ugh… pervert… don’t smell me… disgusting… get away…” Su Ruanruan cried and cursed at the same time, but the venomous words that usually belonged to the mesugaki could only turn into soft, weak wails now.
Lin Yin did not care about her insults at all. Once she had inhaled enough of the scent, she slowly raised her head, her gaze falling on Su Ruanruan’s small hands tied to the headboard.
She reached out with her slender fingers, gently stroking Su Ruanruan’s fingertips which had turned red from struggling, playing with them one by one.
“Such small, soft hands… Sister, that crude barbarian, actually used hemp rope to tie you up. What a waste of such a treasure.” Lin Yin brought Su Ruanruan’s finger to her lips, taking a light bite as if tasting a dessert. “These hands should be wearing lace gloves, holding roses, and sitting quietly in a display window for people to admire.”
“No… don’t touch me… I beg of you…” Su Ruanruan shook her head in a breakdown, her tears soaking the velvet pillow.
Lin Yin’s gaze suddenly became critical. She looked disdainfully at the oversized St. Lilith Academy Winter Uniform Su Ruanruan was wearing.
“Tsk, who changed you into these clothes? Sister’s taste is truly tacky to the core. How can my doll wear something so bloated and ugly?”
Lin Yin climbed off Su Ruanruan and walked over to the massive solid wood wardrobe in the room. When she opened it, the closet was packed with various extremely shameful, gorgeous, and tiny-sized outfits—maid uniforms, cat-ear sets, translucent gauze nightgowns, and even a few restraint outfits with very little fabric.