Xia Naxin watched Silvia, writhing with desire and trembling in her arms, a problem she found herself utterly unable to solve.
She considered acting against Ling Qinghe, but a dreadful possibility immediately crossed her mind: what if she failed to kill Ling Qinghe?
Then, from that moment on, Ling Qinghe would undoubtedly escalate her torment, allowing desire to relentlessly plague Silvia.
Silvia would be perpetually trapped in a state of heightened sensitivity, her desires overwhelming her, ultimately reducing her to a brainless, wanton woman.
Thus, Xia Naxin’s gaze shifted to Ling Cheyin, once again contemplating a scheme involving Ling Qinghe’s younger sister.
Upon being stared at, Ling Cheyin quickly darted behind her older sister.
Still unable to devise a plan, she relied solely on her sister’s protection, sticking out her tongue and making a face at Xia Naxin, even swaying her body provocatively.
****
This defiant display ignited a flicker of controlled anger within Xia Naxin. How could she possibly find a breakthrough through Ling Cheyin?
‘All I need to do is get close, draw Ling Cheyin’s soul into the inner world, and then…’
Before the thought could fully form, Silvia, nestled in her arms, suddenly arched her head back, letting out a stifled moan of unbearable pleasure.
“Ah-woo~”
Overcome by passion, Silvia’s pupils shimmered faintly with peach-colored heart shapes. She even extended her delicate pink tongue, exhaling hot breaths.
“No… I can’t drag this out any longer…”
Xia Naxin knew she couldn’t let this continue; Silvia would be utterly consumed.
Reluctantly, she released Silvia, allowing her lover to instinctively gravitate towards Ling Qinghe.
A moment later, Silvia, her steps unsteady, stumbled into Ling Qinghe’s embrace.
Seeing this, Ling Qinghe’s lips curved into a smirk. She effortlessly lifted Silvia into a princess carry.
Silvia’s flushed cheeks pressed against Ling Qinghe’s chest, unconsciously rubbing against it as she murmured incoherent words.
Ling Qinghe then entered the bedroom, her eyes brimming with triumph, as if to say, ‘You are nothing more than this.’
“Get out…”
Hearing those two words, Xia Naxin’s face clouded with displeasure.
She had just declared her love for Silvia and shared intimacy, yet now, she was powerless to do anything.
Xia Naxin forced herself to calm down, her voice laced with suppressed fury and unwilling frustration.
“Be gentle with her.”
Upon hearing this, Ling Qinghe merely scoffed, her voice tinged with a hint of flippancy.
“Oh? Are you… begging me?”
As she spoke, Ling Qinghe gently caressed Silvia’s feverish cheek, eliciting a soft whimper from the young woman.
However, her movements paused. She noticed the cold gleam of a dark silver ring on Silvia’s left middle finger.
Ling Qinghe’s gaze shifted, and she saw Xia Naxin wearing a similar ring. Her pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
‘A promise ring?’
“To pledge your love, you give a ring of this caliber?” Ling Qinghe sneered, pressing her thumb forcefully against Silvia’s ring, continuing to pour scorn.
“Silvia’s love isn’t that cheap, is it?”
In truth, she could tell the ring was indeed valuable, but she still intended to provoke and sicken Xia Naxin.
This scene, these words, made Xia Naxin feel a dizzying surge of humiliation.
Especially as she watched Ling Qinghe deliberately desecrate the token of love she shared with Silvia.
Yet, upon hearing Silvia’s pained whimpers in Ling Qinghe’s arms, all her humiliation and anger dissolved into helplessness.
Xia Naxin closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. For Silvia’s sake, she had no choice but to ‘bow her head.’
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling. “Please… please be gentle with Silvia. She is my love…”
“Enough!” Ling Qinghe impatiently cut Xia Naxin off, then roughly tossed Silvia onto the bed, sending the sheets into disarray.
As Silvia felt the soft mattress, her delicate body writhed, as if returning to a place where her desires could be appeased.
“I am still her ‘half-owner,’ so stop with the nonsense and please leave.”
Ultimately, Xia Naxin could only reluctantly step out and lock the door. The crisp click of the lock isolated Xia Naxin’s last glimpse of the room.
She stood outside the door, listening to the sounds from within. Unable to bear it any longer, she slid down, her back against the door.
Xia Naxin curled her legs, burying her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling violently as she let out suppressed sobs.
In that moment, she felt like the most useless woman in the world, unable even to protect her beloved.
She could only remain outside the door, listening to the noises from within, enduring the dagger-like pain in her heart alone.
****
The bedroom filled with a suffocating atmosphere.
Ling Qinghe, brimming with excitement, straddled Silvia. Without a word, her hands clamped around Silvia’s throat.
“Cough, cough…”
Silvia struggled painfully, her cheeks transforming from flushed to an angry crimson. Grotesque finger marks began to appear on her neck.
Watching Silvia suffocate beneath her brought immense satisfaction to Ling Qinghe, the tormentor. A twisted smile curled on her lips.
“Do you see? Xia Naxin can’t protect you at all, Silvia. You’re practically a pet, aren’t you?”
‘What promise rings, what lovers?’ Ling Qinghe thought. ‘Xia Naxin, your beloved is still being humiliated by me…’
Gradually, Silvia felt an intense discomfort. Her mind cleared considerably as she realized Ling Qinghe was strangling her.
She tried to tear Ling Qinghe’s hands away with her own, but it was a futile effort.
Silvia continued to ‘resist,’ even as Ling Qinghe pressed her knee against Silvia’s trembling abdomen.
She watched the other woman’s face twist in agony from the lack of air.
“Silvia! Your tears, your struggles, they only excite me more!”
“Ergh, ergh—”
Silvia’s eyes rolled back. Her hands, which had just been resting on Ling Qinghe’s wrists, soon slipped away powerlessly as the pressure intensified.
Oxygen deprivation caused her consciousness to begin to fray.
In a daze, Silvia recalled the tenderness with which Xia Naxin had placed the ring on her finger.
However, just as darkness threatened to consume her vision and she teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, Ling Qinghe suddenly released her grip.
Air, tasting of rust, violently rushed into Silvia’s lungs. She coughed intensely, a metallic sweetness surging in her throat.
Tears and saliva streamed uncontrollably.
Ling Qinghe then stroked Silvia’s chin, posing a question.
“Just now, where were you planning to go with Xia Naxin? Were you eloping, or finding a secluded place to hide?”
Upon hearing this, Silvia, her reason restored, turned her face away, gasping for breath, unwilling to answer the obsessive woman who tormented her.
Seeing her defiance, Ling Qinghe showed no anger. Silvia truly was a tough nut to crack.
“Alright, if you don’t want to talk, that’s fine…”
With that, Ling Qinghe grabbed Silvia’s collar and, with a sharp ‘slap,’ struck Silvia across the face.
“You can’t escape. This body, this heart, they both belong to me!”
Ling Qinghe shook Silvia’s body, her tone laden with a profound threat.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t run! Truly, truly lucky. Otherwise, I would have made your life a living hell, your desires unfulfilled and nowhere to be vented, ultimately reducing you to a mindless, wanton woman!”
As she spoke, Ling Qinghe’s demeanor shifted. Deep down, she worried about Silvia escaping her control.
****
After a while, Ling Qinghe observed the palm print on Silvia’s face, her cheeks still streaked with tears. Silvia had been brought to tears, yet she couldn’t muster the will to resist. She could only turn her face away.
Because Ling Qinghe was her ‘half-owner,’ she couldn’t conjure even a hint of harm towards her.
Otherwise, she would suffer unbearable pain. Since the ‘Seed of Passion and Desire’ had been planted within her, Silvia had fallen into an abyss from which she could not escape.
Seeing this, Ling Qinghe let out a sigh of relief, much of her anger dissipating.
She pulled Silvia into her arms, burying her face in the crook of her neck, as if she hadn’t been the one inflicting the violence moments before.
“There, there, stop crying… Who told you to be so disobedient and restless? Wouldn’t it be better to just be my woman obediently? Why… won’t you break up with Xia Naxin?”
Silvia was filled with confusion.
Listening to Ling Qinghe’s series of questions, she began to wonder if Ling Qinghe had lost her mind.
Such bizarre shifts in emotion…
Why did she so desperately want to possess her?
“Lunatic!”
Silvia struggled, pushing her away with all her might, only to have Ling Qinghe counter with a firm grip on her wrists, pinning her to the bed.
****
After a moment, Ling Qinghe released her embrace. Their eyes met, Ling Qinghe’s gaze filled with a possessive intensity.
“Why won’t you submit to me?”
Silvia roared back without hesitation.
“You vile woman! You expect me to submit to you? Dream on, you pervert, you wicked woman whose mind is only filled with getting my body!”
Ling Qinghe’s expression remained unchanged by these words. She continued to look at Silvia, then asked, “What do you want, then? I’ll allow you to make a demand of me…”
In response, Silvia forcefully pushed against Ling Qinghe’s shoulders, preventing her from pressing down further.
“I want you to get lost! Go far away, and it would be best if you died!”
Ling Qinghe laughed, driven by anger.
“Do you think that’s possible?”
However, Silvia pondered for a moment before tentatively asking, “Did you… really release Qiye’s video back then?”
Hearing this, Ling Qinghe’s lips curved into a smile.
“You guess~”
Silvia let out a soft huff and turned her head away, unwilling to engage with Ling Qinghe any further.
Her current miserable state was entirely Ling Qinghe’s doing.
Immediately after, Ling Qinghe seized Silvia’s hand and placed it over her own heart.
Her voice turned fierce. “Silvia, I am sincere about you… So, please make your demands properly; don’t be ungrateful.”
As she spoke, Ling Qinghe’s anger was palpable. Simultaneously, she demonstrated by flexing her fingers towards Silvia.
Silvia looked disgusted, but after a moment’s thought, she proposed a condition.
“How about you let Xia Naxin and me go?”
Ling Qinghe didn’t refuse. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and asked, “Where to?”
“The Kingdom of Yuan Yu…”
Ling Qinghe nodded, a calculating glint flashing in her eyes.
“That’s acceptable, however, I have a few conditions…”
Hearing this, Silvia’s heart sank.
She knew Ling Qinghe, that wicked woman, wouldn’t be so agreeable, nor did she harbor good intentions.
“First, I can let you and Xia Naxin return to the Kingdom of Yuan Yu, but you can only go there. After some time, I will come looking for you again… If I find you’ve run off somewhere else, then be prepared to become a wanton woman perpetually in heat…”
Upon hearing this first condition, Silvia felt helpless. Clearly, Ling Qinghe had no intention of truly letting her go; this was merely a temporary release.
Ling Qinghe then continued.
“Second, soon I will need you to accept and reciprocate my love❤, no resistance, no rejection… just like when you’re alone with Xia Naxin.”
“If you don’t cooperate, then I’ll have no choice but to take you by force… From now on, you will forever remain in this place, bearing daughters for me…”
Hearing this, Silvia was visibly stunned. This damned Ling Qinghe actually intended to use her as a breeding tool!
Her stomach churned. The thought of being imprisoned and forced into such a role was truly despicable.
Ling Qinghe met Silvia’s gaze, which burned with a desire to tear her apart. She leaned closer to Silvia’s face, adding pressure.
“Are you willing to accept my love for your freedom, or… will you choose to remain a stubborn challenge?”
Ultimately, amidst humiliation and despair, Silvia had no choice but to compromise.
However, Silvia still made one condition.
“You’re not allowed to use supernatural reproduction on me. I absolutely refuse to carry your child. Otherwise… I’ll abort it…”
This statement thoroughly enraged Ling Qinghe. She roughly pinned Silvia down, tearing open Silvia’s top.
The bite marks on her collarbone had not yet faded.
Immediately, new, dense teeth marks covered them. Ling Qinghe intended to leave her imprints on Silvia’s body.
Then, a brutal entanglement began.
Silvia tasted the bitterness of despair.
Nearby, Ling Cheyin had already secured her phone camera, a malicious smile playing on her lips, ready to record everything.