I’ve been completely ruined

Having just returned to reality from the depths of sleep, Lan Ruobing’s head was still hazy, the remnants of her intense dream scattering like dust.

It was in this vulnerable state that she witnessed such a risqué scene.

Her cheeks flushed visibly, the crimson spreading all the way to her earlobes, making her look utterly adorable.

Yet, it wasn’t over.

As she watched, stunned, Xi Xue let a soft, pink tongue peek from the corner of her lips.

She traced a circle around her vibrant red lips before making an exaggerated swallowing motion.

A soft gurgle sounded as the girl’s pale, delicate neck bobbed.

She then lightly ran her thumb over her red lips, a seductive smile playing on her face.

“The taste wasn’t bad,” Xi Xue purred.

Lan Ruobing’s cheeks burned. ‘How risqué,’ she thought to herself, utterly flustered.

She then quietly lowered her gaze, only to be met with a sight unlike any she had ever seen.

Upon the girl’s fair, tender body lay two magnificent, snow-white mounds.

They appeared soft and pristine, perfectly spherical, free from any constraints.

With just a glance, Lan Ruobing could imagine their weight and the gentle embrace they would offer.

Gulp.

Lan Ruobing unconsciously swallowed, her gaze following the perfect curve of the abdomen.

It lingered for a moment on the navel before finally descending to the lowest point.

That was a girl’s most mysterious domain, beautiful and delicate, tempting one to explore its depths.

Currently, that enigmatic region was resting directly on her thigh, light and soft.

Even through the blanket, an indescribable comfort radiated, making her instinctively want to shift her thigh and rub against it.

And so, she did move her leg, rubbing against it.

Her actions were subtle, seemingly unintentional, a cautious, almost imperceptible tremor, as she thought, ‘She won’t notice.’

Who would have thought that Xi Xue’s legs would sensitively tighten, clamping firmly around Ruobing’s own?

At the same time, Xi Xue’s slender right fingers descended, her palm facing inward to cover most of the view, allowing only a sliver to peek through her fingers.

“Ruobing, you can’t do that,” Xi Xue said softly, leaning closer.

Her two snow-white mounds pushed forward, swaying gently.

She brought her face close to Ruobing’s, drawing her gaze upward.

“Even between lovers, you shouldn’t constantly stare at someone’s chest or below. You can only do that when we’re… doing that kind of thing.”

Xi Xue explained patiently, her face suddenly flushed with shyness.

She awkwardly averted her gaze, looking to the side.

Even someone as strong as she would feel a whirlwind of emotions and immense shyness when waking up with someone they loved and being stared at so brazenly in the light of day.

Though Ruobing’s wide, luminous eyes and the tiny bit of drool already at the corner of her lips greatly satisfied Xi Xue’s vanity, some decorum was still necessary for such matters.

After all, they had already become intimately entwined.

Certain things that were once commonplace or playfully aggressive now inexplicably brought genuine embarrassment.

In short, a certain level of modesty must be maintained in the daylight.

Of course, if Ruobing knew her thoughts at that moment, she would surely exclaim in her mind, “You know that, yet you’re completely naked sitting on me?! You’re doing this on purpose!”

Xi Xue’s sudden bashful demeanor made Ruobing find her incredibly cute.

However, after the phrase “that kind of thing” lingered in her mind for a few seconds, Ruobing suddenly remembered the flashes of last night, and her face instantly paled.

Upon waking, the overly realistic dream about her parents, the haziness in her head, and Xi Xue’s immediate allure had momentarily prevented her from recalling the chaotic events of the previous night.

But Xi Xue’s hints and their position on the bed instantly made her realize what they had done.

She was courting death!

In a flash, Ruobing’s face turned ghastly pale.

Like an electric shock, she scrambled backward, using both hands and feet to retreat across the mattress.

With a thud, her head hit the headboard after only a couple of scrambling steps.

The pain made her grimace, but her small hand instinctively reached for somewhere else entirely.

Yes, though the back of her head ached, it was far less than the tearing soreness that suddenly registered, spreading through her entire lower body.

She grimaced in pain, wanting to cover it but not daring to press too hard, fearing that touching it would only make it ache more.

At this moment, she was viscerally aware that she was swollen down there, severely and painfully so.

The agony made her writhe slightly, her legs crossing defensively.

‘Damn it, couldn’t that pervert Xi Xue have been gentler?!’

“Mmph, mmph…” Lan Ruobing was in such discomfort that tears were on the verge of falling.

Her voice was muffled and choked, yet she dared not cry out in anger.

She was afraid of angering this Bloodkin Overlord!

Local rumors and news reports had cemented a bloody, terrifying image of the Bloodkin in her mind.

Moreover, this was such a powerful Bloodkin elder; she absolutely could not afford to offend her unless absolutely necessary, especially while trapped in her bed.

Lan Ruobing mused silently in panic.

Xi Xue, on her part, had initially felt an odd, tender embarrassment towards Ruobing because of their profound intimacy last night.

In her view, such intimacy was synonymous with being together forever.

Ruobing was hers, and she was Ruobing’s, like a married couple supporting each other, living in harmony, holding hands, and growing old together.

It was like how lovers, after their very first time, often felt an inexplicable, tender shyness when meeting each other’s eyes in the morning light.

Because they had both witnessed the absolute entirety of the other.

But then Ruobing suddenly hit her head against the wall, her face full of grievance, and her adorable, defensive gesture of touching below instantly ignited a blazing desire within Xi Xue.

Consequently, that brief sense of tender shyness vanished entirely.

The Bloodkin’s desire for conquest returned with overwhelming force.

“Good, it seems you finally remember what happened last night.”

Xi Xue watched Ruobing’s pained expression, finding it deeply amusing and endearing.

She leaned close to Ruobing’s earlobe and whispered, “How was it? Were you satisfied last night?”

She paused, then chuckled wickedly, “Last. Night. You. Were. Amazing!”

Lan Ruobing’s earlobes instantly flushed crimson, and she instinctively buried her head in her hands.

Then, pulling the blanket slightly, she noticed her entire body was covered in small red marks, as if a torrential storm had swept across her fair skin.

She stared blankly, turning to look at Xi Xue in horror.

Several of the red marks clearly looked like lip prints and faint bites.

Combined with the tearing soreness below, she already had a horrifying suspicion in her heart, and her expression shifted dramatically.

Noticing Ruobing’s questioning, panicked gaze, Xi Xue followed her line of sight, saw the red marks all over Ruobing’s body, and her cheeks flushed.

Yet, her lips involuntarily curved into a proud, possessive smile.

“What, haven’t you seen hickeys before?”

Seeing Ruobing’s eyes wide with shock, Xi Xue pursed her lips and chuckled. “That’s right, no need to doubt. I devoured you completely last night.”

“These are all my unique marks left on your body.”

“Because your skin is too delicate, kissing it naturally leaves hickeys. There’s nothing to be surprised about.”

Then, she used two fingers to lift Ruobing’s chin, gazing at her red lips with a mischievous smile.

“Don’t worry, you’re mine now. I won’t mistreat you. There will be plenty of opportunities to learn new things in the future. The more you experience these things, the more you’ll get used to them. They’re very easy to learn.”

Lan Ruobing’s head buzzed, feeling as if dozens of heavy bombs had exploded simultaneously in her mind.

Her head felt empty, her brain blank, unable to think.

She was utterly at a loss.

Since she woke up, one bombshell after another had dropped: first the repressed memory of her parents, then the morning service, followed by the naked service, then the injuries to her lower body, and finally the storm of exclusive hickeys.

She was too stunned to think, even unsure of what to do or say next.

There was just a vague feeling deep down that she had been utterly and completely conquered.