Inside the master bedroom of the Ice City Hotel, on the second floor. Silvia was curled up on the bed, knees pressed to her chest, wrapped in a blanket. This was both to keep warm and to shield herself from Ling Qinghe’s ardent gaze. A shiver ran through her. Every time she shifted her knees, cold air seeped through the hem of her hip-length skirt, caressing her lower body. After all, without her magic to protect her, and completely bare beneath, she felt the biting cold with agonizing clarity. At that moment, Ling Qinghe’s gaze lingered on Silvia’s huddled form, lust slowly rekindling within her. The pleasure that her sister’s knock had interrupted moments ago was now returning. She turned her head, glancing at her sister beside her, conveying a silent instruction with her eyes. Ling Cheyin gracefully moved to the sofa by the wall and sat down, not forgetting to pull out her phone, ready to capture Silvia’s ‘first experience’ for her sister. With that, Ling Qinghe, barefoot, ascended onto the bed.
“Whoosh—”
The blanket wrapped around Silvia was yanked away. As if sensing her “master’s” arrival, the heart-shaped mark on her exposed lower abdomen began to pulsate.
“So afraid of the cold, are we? Shall I warm you up? Speaking of ‘cold,’ that is.”
Ling Qinghe leaned closer, deliberately flaunting her neatly trimmed, inverted U-shaped nails as she spoke. At this sight, Silvia tensed, her entire body rigid. This gesture was nothing less than a blatant display of power. Forgetting the cold, Silvia instinctively scrambled backward, desperate to escape this loathsome woman who dared to lay hands on her. Yet, Ling Qinghe seized a handful of her silver hair, and a jolt of tingling numbness shot through Silvia’s spine.
‘A wave of humiliation washed over her—’
Silvia recalled the suffocating forced kiss in the bathroom, the despair of being bound by chains, and the burning rage of Ling Qinghe’s brutal torment and abuse. Her last shred of dignity compelled Silvia to try and activate the magic circuits within her abdomen, circuits that were already dry and riddled with holes. But apart from a sharp, piercing pain, nothing happened. Not even a ripple of magic could be stirred. At this, a choked sob escaped Silvia’s throat, filled with fury and despair. She would not be shamed by Ling Qinghe.
“If only I still had my magic…”
She gritted her teeth, but her voice fractured into a whimper as Ling Qinghe pinched her chin.
‘I’ll kill you!’
“Kill me?”
Ling Qinghe’s fingertips lightly grazed Silvia’s trembling lips.
“You truly don’t learn, do you? Now, you don’t even dare to bite me. Yet you still fantasize about killing me?”
The next moment, a throbbing pain erupted in Silvia’s lower abdomen, a tremor so intense it felt as though her very organs were being ripped apart, sweeping through her entire body.
The heart-shaped mark was aching again!
It served as a stark warning to Silvia of her current helplessness and humiliation, forbidding even the slightest thought of harming her ‘master.’
“Look at your expression~”
Ling Qinghe pressed down on the back of Silvia’s neck, forcing her to look towards Ling Cheyin on the sofa.
“Cheyin, capture that expression — this is our Silvia’s ‘climax rehearsal,’ after all~”
“Mhm.”
Ling Cheyin pressed the shutter, and the flash ignited. She looked at the photograph, instantly satisfied, and even stepped forward to display it. At that moment, Silvia saw the captured image: Her silver hair was disheveled, her neck held down, her eyes misty with pain, and the pink mark on her lower abdomen pulsed with an ominous glow.
“Heh heh, this is what happens when you’re stubborn.”
Ling Qinghe revealed a playful smile, then released her grip on the back of Silvia’s neck. Immediately, Silvia collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath, her body curled up. She rubbed herself against the sheets, emitting faint whimpers. She buried her face into the crook of her arm, her muffled sobs mingling with ragged gasps. Just then, Ling Qinghe knelt by the bed, lifting Silvia’s chin, forcing those tear-filled eyes to meet her own.
“If you behave, I might consider repairing your magic circuits.”
“Hmm, it won’t hurt to tell you. It has already parasitized your abdomen, like a seductive flower bud.”
“As it grows, it will gradually erode and transform your magic circuits with its filaments and petals.”
Upon hearing this, a chill ran through Silvia’s entire body. She recalled how her once pure silver magic had been tainted with a hint of pink, and a wave of nausea washed over her.
“You’re dreaming!”
Silvia struggled, spitting out the words, but her defiance only earned her Ling Qinghe’s increasingly malicious laughter.
“Hmm, you must have noticed, haven’t you? Your magic’s color… is being dyed pink. Once it completely permeates your magic circuits, you’ll become a woman who knows nothing but how to please me!”
“By then, the newly awakened lust-aligned magic within you will make you willingly warm my bed, submit to my playthings, and beg me to grant you pleasure…”
Listening to these unbearable words, tears of humiliation once again blurred Silvia’s vision, yet she couldn’t cry out, only moan softly. After all, her lower abdomen was still aching.
Ling Qinghe gently wiped away Silvia’s tears with her thumb. Her fingers, in passing, wrapped around a lock of Silvia’s silver hair, twisting it repeatedly until it was taut. In truth, the erosion within the ‘lust-mind’ was far more complex than she described. Ling Qinghe lowered her gaze, observing Silvia’s sickly flushed cheeks. ‘Well, at least she’s thoroughly intimidated.’ As for Silvia’s current condition— Having been male just a few days prior, she had spent an extended period in the Ephemeral City Prison, in an environment that blocked magic. This severely damaged her magic circuits, much like a person deprived of oxygen or a stranded fish. And there was more. Ling Qinghe could sense that ever since Silvia had reverted to her female form, the magic circuits within her body had become utterly chaotic. Turbulent magic surged wildly within her. This had led to her current state: Silvia’s magic was depleted, rendering her almost a defenseless woman. It also made her body an ideal breeding ground for the ‘lust-mind’.
A chill seeped in through the window crack. After a while, Silvia’s breathing gradually steadied, and the sharp pain in her lower abdomen receded. She lifted her eyes to meet Ling Qinghe’s gaze; the other woman was seated beside her, leaning in and silently staring. Although Silvia detested and loathed this woman with every fiber of her being, she had no choice but to suppress these negative emotions. She tried to compose herself, forcing down the hatred lodged in her throat.
“Can… can you let me go? Please, I have a girlfriend…”
Upon hearing this, Ling Qinghe, instead, chuckled mockingly, then seized Silvia’s chin and shook it from side to side.
“Still have a girlfriend, do you? Xia Naxin is a man now, though. Hmm~ Could it be you prefer men? Oh~ That’s quite something, isn’t it?”
As she spoke, Ling Qinghe straddled Silvia, her open collar falling loosely.
“Rather than letting a former ‘girlfriend’ — who is now a man — have you for free, why not just obediently please me instead…”
Without warning, Ling Qinghe’s hands clamped around Silvia’s throat. Her grip was anything but gentle. Silvia tried to push her hands away, but her strength was insufficient.
A sudden sensation of suffocation overwhelmed her.
“Feel this properly. This is what your dear Xia Naxin almost did to my sister!”
“Gah—”
Silvia struggled desperately, her legs, encased in knee-high black stockings, thrashed and kicked in vain. This only resulted in fiercer pressure from Ling Qinghe, who applied even greater force. This continued for a moment.
“What? Out of strength already?”
Ling Qinghe leaned in close, her nose almost touching Silvia’s, but the person beneath her was barely breathing.
“Right now, you’re not even as good as a dying fish.”
At this, Ling Qinghe finally released her grip, and Silvia immediately began to cough and gasp for air. She was already weak, and after so many rounds of agonizing torment, what strength did she have left to resist? She couldn’t even lift a single finger now. Yet, the torment was far from over. Ling Qinghe wouldn’t wait for her to recover her breath. She immediately bent down and began to forcibly kiss her. In response, Silvia, driven by instinct, bit back… sinking her teeth into Ling Qinghe’s lower lip. However, Silvia still couldn’t bite through, and her teeth ached from the effort. Ling Qinghe let out a muffled grunt, but her hands grew even more unrestrained. One hand slammed a fist into Silvia’s lower abdomen, while the other began tearing at the buttons of Silvia’s shirt. As expected, before long, Silvia, reacting to the pain, released her bite. Ling Qinghe seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss, now laden with punishment. She was forcibly kissed once more. Silvia felt ‘soiled,’ and tears of humiliation streamed down her face, falling onto their intertwined skin. After a while, Ling Qinghe’s patience finally ran out. Refusing to be kissed, and even biting her tongue and lips in return? A look of madness distorted her features.
“Bite, bite, bite! Is that all you know? Believe me, I’ll pull out every single one of your teeth and string them into a necklace to wear around my neck!”