“Recording…”
“I want to capture this moment, to let Xia Naxin see how his woman pleasures herself under my hands… Hehehe~”
Hearing this, Ling Qinghe let out a soft exclamation. She walked to the side, held up her phone, and pressed the record button.
The moment the lens focused, Silvia’s ultra-short skirt, which barely covered her hips, was brutally torn by Ling Qinghe.
It revealed her thighs, clad in black stockings… and her bare, intimate area.
“Ahhh!” Silvia cried out, a broken sound escaping her lips.
She tried to turn away, but Ling Qinghe, who was positioned above her, seized her wrists and pinned them against the pillow.
“Film it! Get a clear shot… Hehehe~ Especially that expression of hers, feigning resistance yet secretly inviting.”
Ling Qinghe’s hot, moist breath fanned Silvia’s face. In the throes of passion, she uttered deceitful words:
“Silvia, I truly ‘love’ you—”
This whisper was accompanied by a warm, wet kiss. It started from Silvia’s cheek, tracing a path down to her neck, deliberately avoiding her lips.
Instead, it veered downwards, following the line of her collarbone. Ling Qinghe tugged at Silvia’s shirt collar, revealing a glimpse of skin, her manicured nails scraping and caressing it.
****
At this moment, Silvia felt her entire body go limp, utterly devoid of strength.
She realized that the pink heart-shaped mark on her lower abdomen was glowing. Its petal-like patterns… were actually writhing, as if they had come alive.
Strangely, though Silvia’s magic circuits were completely drained, a layer of pink magic now crawled over her skin.
****
However, just as Ling Qinghe was about to inflict severe pain upon Silvia—
Suddenly, a ripple spread through space.
A deafening female voice pierced through both reality and the inner world.
“Ling Qinghe, die!!!”
At these words, Ling Qinghe, who had been poised to force herself upon Silvia, froze. She felt her own body… twisting?
‘No, this is a Psychic Rune Kill, distorting space!’ she thought with alarm. In desperation, her mind raced.
She instantly swapped positions with one of her magic phantoms hidden in the shadows. In that instant, the phantom, coalesced from magic, exploded into a cloud of black mist under the psychic storm.
The shockwave that erupted was so powerful it caused cracks to spiderweb across the wall paintings.
****
This was not the end. Ling Qinghe had another premonition and immediately roared, “Sonic Burst!”
Her warning was drowned out by another deafening explosion. The Psychic Rune Kill surged towards Ling Cheyin.
Ling Cheyin cried out in alarm but swiftly transformed into Aisi Aimu. She brandished her magic whip, unleashing waves of black light to defend herself.
However, Xia Naxin was no longer the same as before. Having returned to her female form, her power was complete, brimming with murderous intent.
Xia Naxin’s psychic energy, fueled by her rage, had intensified by several magnitudes. The whip was repelled, and the residual force tore a deep, bone-revealing gash across the little witch’s shoulder.
Blood splattered onto the phone screen, blurring the ongoing recording.
“Sister, Sister…” Ling Cheyin whimpered, cowering in the corner, clutching the wound on her shoulder. Fear made her voice tremble uncontrollably.
Fortunately, Ling Qinghe’s magic phantoms had desperately surged forward, being shredded one by one. This sacrifice prevented Ling Cheyin from being killed by the Psychic Rune Kill.
At last, a graceful figure gradually emerged. The newcomer was none other than… Xia Naxin in her female form!
She stood upon the bed. Her gaze swept over Silvia, who was weak, with constricted marks on her wrists and neck, and kiss marks on her face, neck, and even her chest—a woman who had narrowly escaped defilement.
Xia Naxin was consumed by fury, her heart overflowing with murderous intent.
****
At that moment, Silvia weakly clutched the hem of Xia Naxin’s clothes, her voice a faint whisper.
“Naxin…”
This tearful plea sent a jolt through Xia Naxin. She lowered her gaze, meeting Silvia’s tear-filled violet eyes.
‘Thank goodness I made it… If I had been even a moment later, there might have been bloodshed,’ she thought.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
Xia Naxin leaned down and gently helped Silvia up. Noticing the restless pink heart mark on Silvia’s abdomen, she placed her hand over it.
As her psychic energy surged, the petal-like patterns pulsed with unwilling tremors, but gradually subsided. Xia Naxin had temporarily suppressed it.
Silvia let out a soft sigh, her tense body finally relaxing slightly under Xia Naxin’s soothing touch.
Immediately after, Xia Naxin lifted her head, her gaze fixed on the countless magic phantoms before her, and on the injured Ling Cheyin.
“Ling Qinghe, every ounce of pain you inflicted upon her, I have recorded…”
****
Immediately, Ling Qinghe’s magic phantoms materialized from all directions, swiftly filling the room.
They encircled Xia Naxin and Silvia, who was cradled in her arms, at the center.
“Xia Naxin, I never expected you could truly transform back into a woman…” Ling Qinghe mused aloud.
Ling Qinghe found it surprising, yet considering Xia Naxin possessed mysterious and unpredictable supernatural powers, it wasn’t impossible.
Her gaze then shifted to Xia Naxin’s palm, which rested on Silvia’s lower abdomen.
“Don’t think you can suppress the Heart Seed with psychic energy,” Ling Qinghe sneered.
“From the moment the ‘seed’ entered her abdomen, her flesh… already belonged to me!”
A pink glow flickered in Ling Qinghe’s dark eyes. Sure enough, the pink heart-shaped mark on Silvia’s lower abdomen reacted once more, abruptly erupting with a rosy light.
Silvia suddenly arched her back, letting out a suppressed moan in Xia Naxin’s embrace.
“Ah…”
Silvia’s back tensed, forming an alluring curve.
****
“Do you see?” Ling Qinghe took a few steps closer.
“This seed will grow with her desires, transforming her body into the perfect vessel, most compatible with me.”
“Xia Naxin, from the very beginning, Silvia was already my possession. Even if you manage to take her away, hehehe~ I’m not afraid to tell you, within half a day, she will be consumed by ‘burning desire’.”
“No one but me can sate it. And if you dare to lie with any woman other than me, what do you think her fate will be?”
****
Hearing these words, Xia Naxin gritted her teeth, pulling Silvia even tighter into her embrace.
She held Silvia close against her shoulder, watching as the woman in her arms restlessly writhed.
Silvia’s cheeks were flushed crimson, as if consumed by insatiable hunger.
Beneath the ultra-short skirt, Silvia’s legs unconsciously intertwined, and her warm, moist breath fanned Xia Naxin’s neck.
“Naxin… I feel so awful…” Silvia’s voice was tearful, her violet eyes clouded with the haze of desire, yet she desperately clung to a sliver of lucidity.
Silvia felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, an intense heat. Her consciousness wavered between clarity and delirium.
She could feel Xia Naxin’s warm embrace and familiar scent, but she couldn’t control her body’s craving for that warmth.
In her daze, she finally made out the face of the person before her. It was no longer the sharp-featured young man, but a gentle girl with exquisitely drawn features.
“Naxin, you’ve changed back…” Silvia murmured, her burning cheek nestling contentedly against Xia Naxin’s soft chest.
“This… this is wonderful…”
Xia Naxin looked down at her lover, whose eyes were glazed with desire, and her heart trembled.
Silvia’s lips, flushed crimson with passion, were slightly parted, and sweat trickled down her graceful neck, disappearing into her collarbone.
This alluring sight, however, pierced Xia Naxin’s heart like a knife.
“I’m here, Silvia.” With these words, Xia Naxin pressed a kiss to Silvia’s hair. Psychic energy, like a surging tide, poured into Silvia’s body, once again forcibly suppressing the rampant pink magic.