Just as the tension in the air slackened for a brief moment, Su Ling let out a soft sigh.
“Don’t stop… not yet.”
Her cheeks flushed red as she leaned against Sista’s shoulder, her gaze helpless.
“You already want to take a break after such a short while? You’re too weak.” Supporting her gently, Sista played with Su Ling’s Silver Hair in the palm of her hand.
“I just can’t catch my breath.”
“No.” Sista whispered into her ear, “Continue.”
“But, Your Highness… today… what’s gotten into you?”
Blood Princess was behaving oddly today. No, it wasn’t just today—ever since the fire at the Chamber, after she and Tii had returned, Sista’s attitude towards her had subtly changed.
Back then in the Chamber, Blood Princess had forced herself to appear cold and indifferent, restraining her own Royal Family pride despite her obvious agitation and anxiety. Now, she didn’t even bother to hide her feelings.
“Doing this sort of thing to me—ah!”
Her wrist was grabbed forcefully, leaving a trace of red dew behind, and the Blood Princess was still savoring the sensation.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I have no interest in your body. It’s just that today I’m a bit bored, so I’m passing time with you.” Sista spoke carelessly, the crimson light in her eyes barely concealing her intense desire, as if she wanted to devour the Silver-haired girl in front of her completely.
So Su Ling obediently closed her eyes, saying nothing more, silently enduring the faint pain at her ear.
No matter how many times it happened, she always anticipated what would come next.
The rustle of clothing, the clinking of belts and ribbons, and the hem of her pale skirt pooled around Su Ling’s feet, tangling up as she shivered slightly at the sound.
Raising her wrist, Sista began tracing lazy circles with her fingers, spinning over Su Ling’s skin, occasionally pressing down, as if she wanted to mold her into whatever shape she desired.
Su Ling’s body trembled, letting out a soft whimper as she closed her eyes tighter.
“I want to hear you… say the name of the Eclipse Ritual.”
Sista lowered her head, her fangs grazing Su Ling’s collarbone, her hands never pausing their caress.
“S-Sista… Your Highness… Sista, please… ngh!”
A gasp and incoherent words tangled together at the corner of Su Ling’s lips, still warm.
Having the Blood Princess control such sensitive places, Su Ling had no strength left to resist and could only follow every order.
Her belly was already warmed by Sista’s caresses. Looking at the Silver-haired girl’s vulnerable appearance, Sista felt a surge of powerful emotion; her own cheeks began to burn.
So adorable… she just wanted to see more of this girl’s lovely expressions.
Ever since Su Ling had taken the initiative to kiss her, her heart had felt like burning mist, becoming harder and harder to control.
She wanted to touch the maid even more, to claim everything for herself.
Her gaze, her words, the warmth of their bodies pressed together—
Even that sweetest, most precious first time as a maiden.
These thoughts lingered in her mind all day long. Whenever Su Ling entered her sight, her heart would race uncontrollably.
This confusing, inexplicable feeling made Sista realize she was becoming less and less like herself, wanting only to cast aside all reason and let her desires run wild.
Her nails had already been sharpened. The girl in her arms had no intention of pushing her away; if she went any further now—
No, not yet.
Her fingers repeatedly traced along the inside of the girl’s thigh. After hesitating several times, she still restrained herself.
Sista kissed the girl’s neck as she forced herself to hold back her more reckless impulses.
She couldn’t go too far. She couldn’t let Su Ling develop any dangerous thoughts.
As the Blood Clan Princess, she could easily use her power to control a servant, but until now, the feelings she and Su Ling had slowly built up were delicate as butterfly wings; Sista didn’t want to ruin it all so carelessly.
The two of them quietly bared their hearts to each other, sharing words that brought comfort like a gentle sovereign’s embrace, and Sista found a rare peace.
Eclipse Ritual.
When it was over, she stroked the Silver-haired girl’s slender body, her fingertips trembling as she softly spoke the name.
Suddenly, at that moment, a strange mark caught Sista’s eye on Su Ling’s body.
She paused, her actions halting involuntarily, as if an invisible force had frozen her in place.
What… is this?
Her gaze was fixed on the faint crimson Mark above Su Ling’s delicate flesh.
The Mark was about the size of a fingernail, quietly branded there. It contrasted sharply with Su Ling’s fair, flawless skin—like a blemish, disrupting the harmony of her whole body.
Because the lighting in the room was dim, and her mind had been elsewhere until now, Sista hadn’t noticed this anomaly before.
Her brows drew together tightly as her nails carefully pressed at the Mark, but just like in her premonition, the Mark remained stubbornly etched on the Silver-haired girl’s body.
“Could it be…”
A terrible thought took shape in Sista’s mind—the thing a woman fears most, like her most cherished toy, if it is not cherished, will be damaged.
Branded, soiled by someone else—bearing a Mark.
Was there anything more vile, more infuriating than this?
The firewood in the hearth crackled softly, emitting a warm glow. The room was so quiet, even the fall of a pin would echo clearly.
Suddenly, Sista gripped Su Ling’s shoulders hard, her nails digging deep into Su Ling’s flesh, making Su Ling suck in a cold breath.
“You—”
“Explain.”
Blood Princess’s voice was icy, like the snow falling outside the window, devoid of any warmth.
It’s over. The thing she feared most had finally happened.
What should she do? How could she explain?
Su Ling’s face turned as pale as paper, her lips trembling as if she wanted to speak but, facing Sista’s sharp, blade-like gaze, she could not utter a single word.
“Who left this Mark? What’s their name? A man, a noble, a commoner? Are they in the Palace? Are you close? Blood Clan or Human Race? What did you two do? Was it when I wasn’t around?”
One question after another came at Su Ling like a barrage, Sista’s grip tightening with every word.
“Answer me! Why won’t you say anything? What are you hiding? What is with that expression? Are you trying to keep it from me?”
The stinging pain felt like needles piercing her skin. Su Ling hung her head, tears welling up in her eyes, and murmured softly, “No, there’s no one… I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“Protecting them? Hah, looks like you’re quite close to that person.”
Blood Princess’s voice was cold as ever. She pushed Su Ling away forcefully. Su Ling, unable to keep her balance, crashed to the floor with a heavy thud.
Pain and unease flooded through her. She stared up at Sista, trembling as she crawled along the carpet.
She watched as Sista stepped closer and closer, her eyes crimson as blood, high heels tapping rhythmically on the floor.
“Your Highness… I’m s-sorry…” Su Ling’s voice was so shaky, even she could barely hear herself, half-collapsed on the floor, shrinking back.