In the end, Ivy couldn’t escape.
Her ear was caught gently between Flossi’s lips, lightly bitten.
Ivy fought to suppress the sound bubbling up inside her, her toes curling involuntarily, her cheeks completely flushed.
Her blushing face was like a ripe fruit, juicy and tempting, exuding an alluring fragrance.
Ivy’s eyes were red-rimmed, like a frightened rabbit, her neck retracted as she clung tightly to Flossi.
Only by holding on like this, while all her strength was drained by Flossi’s actions, could she prevent herself from collapsing from sheer weakness.
“Flossi… don’t… don’t continue…” Ivy stammered, but each time she spoke a few words, Flossi would blow air into her ear, cutting her off.
This only fanned the flames of Ivy’s already unstable state.
Ivy felt her body burning with heat. If it weren’t for the fact that she wasn’t chilled all over, she might have suspected she had a fever again.
An inexplicable wave of shame swept over her, making her want to find a hole to crawl into and be alone.
She didn’t dare look at Flossi.
If she had a choice, Ivy would have preferred Flossi to return to that cold, ruthless private facade rather than torment her weak points like this.
Being hit only hurt for a while and was over quickly.
But having her ear bitten like this, striking her vulnerable spot, really made her body go limp, making her feel strange all over…
Ivy’s kneeling legs twitched restlessly, as if trying to break free from Flossi’s grasp.
But whenever Ivy moved, Flossi resumed kissing her ear.
Her posture clearly saying: “If you dare move, I’ll kiss you until you’re completely powerless.”
“Ugh…” Ivy whimpered softly, turned into this state by the ear kisses. How would she face Flossi in the future?
Couldn’t Flossi use some normal methods? Why resort to this kind of… this kind of…
Why use such an embarrassing way?!
How was she supposed to look Flossi in the eye from now on?!
Getting beaten might heal over time, but being bullied like this was new to Ivy.
And this feeling was far more tormenting and unforgettable than any pain.
She was afraid she’d never forget this special sensation.
…
Ivy completely lost her strength, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, kneeling, breathing shallowly.
Flossi wiped her lips and looked with a satisfied gaze at Ivy’s face, now tinged with a rosy glow, her ears flushed red.
It made Flossi wonder if other parts of Ivy’s body were also turning pink like her cheeks.
However, Flossi didn’t do that. Compared to teasing Ivy, she had something more important to do.
That was to check her own physical condition.
After leaving Divine Norton’s castle, Flossi had thought the contamination was cleared, but she saw a small black dot inside her blood clan’s core.
At first, Flossi thought she was mistaken, but upon closer inspection, she realized the dot was real—and alive.
It seemed bound by some force, restricting its movement, which was why it remained quietly within her blood clan’s core.
Flossi tried to separate the black dot, but to her shock, she couldn’t remove the strange spot at all.
Whenever she attempted to separate her blood clan core—sacrificing her own power to expel the dot—the black spot’s strength only increased.
And after the black dot grew stronger, faint whispers began to echo in her mind.
This was obviously the contamination she’d suffered in Divine Norton’s castle.
Releasing Ivy again was to verify whether it was Ivy’s blood that had helped her resist the contamination.
And whether Ivy’s blood could suppress the black dot’s growth again.
Clearly, Flossi’s guess was correct.
After drinking Ivy’s blood, the whispers in her mind vanished.
The black dot inside her blood clan core shrank back to its smallest size.
Looking at the black dot, seemingly inert and motionless, Flossi wanted to take advantage of its weak state to separate it.
But still, she couldn’t.
After that attempt, the once dormant black dot regained its vitality.
Flossi pursed her lips.
If that was the case, she’d try her second theory.
Whether Ivy’s scent alone could suppress the black dot, or if only her blood could do so.
Flossi scooped up the limp Ivy from the ground, hugging her tightly in her arms, and buried her head into Ivy’s neck again.
Poor Ivy.
Just as she was beginning to recover, Flossi’s sudden move startled her, and her heart, which had been calming, started pounding wildly once more.
Ivy’s body went limp, as if she’d lost all strength, helplessly held in Flossi’s embrace.
“Don’t… don’t lick my ear anymore…”
“Please…”
Ivy’s trembling voice pleaded softly, like a kitten’s mew, tugging at the heartstrings.
Flossi paused her actions slightly.
She hadn’t intended to continue biting Ivy’s ear; she just wanted to test if Ivy’s scent had any effect on the contamination.
Could it suppress the black dot’s development, returning it to its original size?
Why was this little one reacting so strongly?
From the very beginning—when she rubbed Ivy’s stomach, then lightly poked and pinched her waist, and finally licked Ivy’s ear—this little one reacted more intensely each time, even bursting into tears.
And Flossi hadn’t even planned to do much, but Ivy was already begging for mercy.
To think that even after Ivy had completely stopped pretending, Flossi had nearly beaten her half to death, locked her in a small dark room until she almost ran a fever.
Yet Ivy hadn’t begged once.
So why was Ivy begging now, after only a little teasing?
Flossi regarded Ivy thoughtfully again.
It seemed she had found the right way to open Ivy.
She hadn’t planned to continue teasing, but since Ivy had taken the initiative to invite her, Flossi felt it would be unfair not to respond.
Thinking this, Flossi bit Ivy’s ear once more.
The sweet whimper that escaped was like the most beautiful melody sung from Ivy’s lips.
Ivy’s body trembled continuously, shrinking away, but this time Flossi wrapped both arms around her.
Her arms encircled Ivy’s upper body, causing every desperate struggle to bring Flossi’s hands into contact with places they shouldn’t touch.
Ivy didn’t dare struggle anymore.
Tears glittering in her eyes, she fought back sobs that still threatened to spill, letting Flossi torment her.
“D-…dumb…dumbass…” Ivy cursed with a tearful voice, so quiet only she could hear.
Yet Ivy’s supposed whisper landed clearly in Flossi’s ears.
She raised an eyebrow slightly, then bit down harder on Ivy’s ear.
“Eek!!!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I won’t curse anymore, I won’t curse anymore!”
“Flossi, don’t blow air, don’t blow air!!!”