Immediately, the atmosphere grew heated. The two women began to entwine.
Suddenly, Ling Qinghe made her move, pushing gently.
She pressed Xia Naxin down, then leaned over her body. She began to inhale Xia Naxin’s scent.
However.
Just as Ling Qinghe was about to kiss her, Xia Naxin, with a look of disgust and panic, pressed a palm against her face.
“Hey! This isn’t right, is it? I…”
“…Silvia’s! How can you neglect her like this…?”
Xia Naxin’s words tumbled out, incoherent and fragmented.
After all, she was being pinned down by a woman she loathed, all under the pretense of saving her own girlfriend.
What was this supposed to be?
Was this taking advantage of the situation?
Moreover, Ling Qinghe’s body radiated heat, scorching Xia Naxin.
The strength of the person above her carried an undeniable aggression, sending fine shivers down her nape.
At that moment.
Ling Qinghe’s body was pressed tightly against Xia Naxin’s.
“This is part of saving her. We need to ‘familiarize’ ourselves with each other first. Trust me, this is preparation.”
Her warm breath brushed against Xia Naxin’s ear.
And so.
When Ling Qinghe once again leaned in to kiss her, Xia Naxin pressed her away again, turning her head aside.
Xia Naxin could wait no longer.
Lives were at stake; Silvia was in grave danger. It wasn’t right for them to be entwining here.
What if they missed the critical window for rescue?
Xia Naxin, burning with anxiety, retorted:
“Wait, answer me first. How long will this process of ‘familiarizing’ ourselves take? Silvia, she—ugh!”
Her question was cut short in her throat.
Ling Qinghe forcefully kissed her.
In an instant, she stole Xia Naxin’s… first kiss?!
It was meant for Silvia!
Under that kiss, Xia Naxin felt herself melting. Her body, to her shame, tingled with a delicious numbness.
She had never experienced anything like it.
‘This is… oh no… my first kiss, stolen by this hateful woman!’
‘And Silvia’s first kiss too!’
‘Damn her…’
At this point, Ling Qinghe was truly savoring her conquest of the lovers.
However.
Ling Qinghe wasn’t merely taking advantage of Xia Naxin. Rather, through this deep kiss, she was transferring a portion of the ‘authority’ within her own body—
the power that governed the Seed of Desire within Silvia—half of it was being granted to Xia Naxin.
Only in this way could they truly ‘save’ Silvia together later.
By this point.
Xia Naxin’s cheeks were flushed, and she was nearly breathless from the kiss.
A tide of bitterness and fury surged within her.
She felt Ling Qinghe’s warm breath, and a part of her yearned to press against the other woman’s shoulders, to push this obsessive woman away.
Yet, she couldn’t.
However, Xia Naxin also sensed an influx of ‘tender’ foreign magic, entering her body through the profound kiss.
Moreover, this desire-infused magic was masterless and docile, as if awaiting authentication from her, its ‘new master’.
‘In other words, Ling Qinghe is sharing the magic originally used to ‘control’ Silvia’s desires… with me!?’
“So that’s it,” Xia Naxin murmured, her words lost between their entangled lips. Realizing this, she gradually understood Ling Qinghe’s true intentions.
‘Hmm, for Silvia, I’ll go all out!’
And so, Xia Naxin began to reciprocate Ling Qinghe’s actions.
Her hands, which had been pushing against Ling Qinghe’s shoulders, now wrapped around her neck, cooperating with this absurd yet most direct ‘preparation’.
She let go of all her ‘reservations’.
A full minute passed.
Only then did Ling Qinghe, her face flushed, rise, her breathing still uneven.
However.
She remained perched on Xia Naxin’s body, her long legs gracefully positioned. With a sidelong glance, her cheeks still flushed, she couldn’t help but feel a touch of embarrassment.
Ling Qinghe, deeming it sufficient, opened her mouth to speak, preparing to stand.
“We can begin—”
Her words were cut short.
Suddenly.
From beneath her, Xia Naxin, who had been ‘gathering strength’ for some time, swiftly twisted her waist, seizing Ling Qinghe’s at the same time!
The next moment, Ling Qinghe, who had held the dominant, superior position, was surprisingly flipped by Xia Naxin’s seemingly delicate strength.
The positions had shifted, just as Xia Naxin had intended.
‘Hmm, a reversal of roles…’
Now, it was Xia Naxin’s turn to sit astride Ling Qinghe’s abdomen.
Her disheveled hair fanned out around her cheeks, which were flushed crimson with triumph, her red lips slightly parted.
But then.
Ling Qinghe, realizing she had been ‘counterattacked,’ seized Xia Naxin’s wrist as she prepared to strike.
“Are you mad? What are you doing? Get up, Silvia can’t hold on much longer!”
Now, it was Ling Qinghe’s turn to ‘panic’…
Upon hearing this.
Xia Naxin, with a peculiar allure, said:
“I know, but I need to do some preparation too~”
Ling Qinghe, hearing this, felt a surge of confusion and retorted:
“What?”
Immediately after, Xia Naxin gasped for air, seemingly ‘nervous’ about her next move. A scoff escaped her lips.
“Ling Qinghe! I hate you, I loathe you! You’re the damn woman who turned me into a man! But thankfully, I had a backup plan~ otherwise, hah—”
Upon hearing this.
Ling Qinghe frowned, a sigh of helplessness building in her chest. ‘So, she pinned me down… just to say *that*?’ she thought.
‘These matters are incredibly ill-timed, aren’t they?’
“Xia Naxin, now isn’t the time for this. I know you hate me… but we can discuss this after we save Silvia together—”
Xia Naxin seemed to lose her ‘patience,’ cutting her off and arguing vehemently:
“It’s too late! Ling Qinghe, do you know? Thanks to you, I’ve learned a brand new ability~”
Ling Qinghe felt a shiver of unease as Xia Naxin’s ‘malicious’ gaze fixed upon her.
Her cheeks flushed even deeper.
“I call this ability the ‘Echo of a Male Soul Trait’~”
Then, under Ling Qinghe’s incredulous gaze.
Xia Naxin, she… on herself…
‘Hmm, she’s ‘equipping’ herself with the remnants of a male soul’s essence… a ‘trait’ left behind?!’
‘No, but she’s still a woman… what is this?’
‘Could it be… a new type of transcendent fertility magic?’
‘But even for transcendent fertility, you’d use your ‘hands,’ wouldn’t you?’
‘This isn’t quite… a woman, is it?’
At this moment.
Ling Qinghe’s face drained of color, utterly stunned. In all her life… this was the first time she had seen Xia Naxin so closely, her face bearing a mysterious, mischievous grin.
As if by fate, a sidelight illuminated them.
A shadow fell across Ling Qinghe’s face.
Immediately after.
Ling Qinghe was about to resist, but she found herself bound by telekinetic force, temporarily unable to move.
Xia Naxin moved closer, shifting her body.
She pressed against Ling Qinghe’s cheek, then traced a path from her forehead down to her nose, and finally to her slightly pouted red lips.
Xia Naxin’s actions spoke volumes.
She braced herself on either side of Ling Qinghe, forcing a smile.
“Ling Qinghe! Intelligent as you are, you know how to cooperate with this, don’t you? Hmm~”
****
Nearby, Ling Cheyin, who had been forcibly made to stand in punishment, watched the scene unfold, her pupils abruptly contracting. She was far from pleased!
She cried out;
“Sister, mmph—”
Her words, like before, were cut short as her mouth was sealed by telekinesis.
‘What kind of joke is this? Isn’t Xia Naxin a woman!?’
‘How can she have a man’s…’
****
At this moment, Ling Qinghe subtly twisted her body, but Xia Naxin held her down firmly.
“Don’t move. Hurry!”
Ling Qinghe felt a wave of nausea and turned her head away.
However.
Xia Naxin, having no patience for Ling Qinghe, pressed her knee into her lower back, with a force that was almost ‘punishment’.
Not only that, she used her fingers to pull open Ling Qinghe’s mouth, pressing against—
No, merely approaching the corner of Ling Qinghe’s lips.
Not quite touching…
“What? Scared, huh? If you dare pull any tricks, I’ll… do this… to your sister! Do you hear me—”
At the same time, Ling Qinghe let out a muffled ‘mmph’ sound! After all, her mouth was being pulled open.
However.
Xia Naxin merely threatened her a few times before rising. She had no interest in Ling Qinghe in *that* way…
After all, she had to save her first experience for her beloved Silvia~
****