With her body restrained in the room, it meant she had lost all agency over herself. In her helplessness, Su Ling had no choice but to obediently lift her dress and sit on Sista’s lap, facing her.
Underneath her, she immediately felt the firm, cool sensation of Sista’s thighs. Since the Rose Dress was only draped loosely over her, there was no barrier inside.
Su Ling felt as if she were stuck to Sista, her small frame trembling slightly.
‘So embarrassing. It’s touching.’
She let out a soft sigh, her head feeling dizzy. She didn’t dare move recklessly; even the slightest shift would throw her body into a state of unrest. Her small face was already flushed crimson, and she could only cast a timid glance at the hourglass below from the corner of her eye, hoping that time would move faster.
“Why aren’t you looking at me?”
Seeing Su Ling’s eyes darting away, Sista’s red lips curled into an arc. She found the young girl’s shy appearance quite interesting.
“Because… this position…” Su Ling replied with a soft, mournful voice. Her thighs felt tingly and numb—it felt as though she were doing something shameful with Her Highness…
Although the two of them had been this intimate on the night her first time was taken, the feeling now was completely different. Su Ling’s fair skin was even more sensitive due to the restriction of the room.
“Your Highness, I beg… I beg of you. If this continues, I will surely soil your body. Let me… let me down, please…”
Su Ling pleaded in a soft, trembling voice, her pink eyes filled with a misty haze.
“Didn’t I say that you aren’t allowed to resist?”
Sista narrowed her eyes. Her fingers followed the fabric, pressing lightly against Su Ling’s lower abdomen, causing the latter to let out a tiny, soft cry.
“I’m… I’m sorry… Don’t press there, don’t…”
She bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed bright red with shame. The large amount of spring water she had been forced to drink earlier was now wreaking havoc in her bladder, and every breath she took brought a wave of dizzying sensation.
“Endure it. You know the price of wearing the Yijiao Royal Family’s attire, don’t you? If you understand, then don’t move.”
Sista’s command, delivered in a thin, airy tone, left no room for negotiation. Su Ling could only lean on Sista’s shoulders to alleviate her discomfort, her legs shifting back and forth incessantly as she tried to ease the unbearable feeling.
The Blood Princess seemed to enjoy Su Ling’s state very much, her eyes twinkling slightly.
“As my lover, you should reflect on yourself during this punishment, rather than making me use more severe means,” she teased with a serious expression. “If you don’t learn this lesson on your own, I’ll make sure you learn it.”
As she spoke, Sista’s fingers increased their pressure, drawing circles on the girl’s lower abdomen. Su Ling’s body shook violently at the motion, and a layer of cold sweat began to bead on her forehead.
She could feel her limits being broken bit by bit. Shame and a strange comfort intertwined, making her move uncontrollably.
“No… I can’t… really…”
Su Ling’s voice carried a sobbing tone as her body twisted. She wanted to escape Sista’s hand, but this only made that agonizing sensation grow even stronger.
The woman admired her pained expression, showing no intention of stopping the movement of her hands.
Su Ling’s wide eyes stared at the transparent hourglass as if seeking salvation from it. The golden sand inside the glass flowed neither fast nor slow, acting as if it hadn’t heard her pained cries at all.
When… when would this time finally end?
‘So shameful, so difficult. If only I could just disappear…’
‘No, I… I absolutely have to control myself… I can’t give up. If I can’t hold it, that woman will definitely give me an even more unbearable punishment.’
‘So, I have to endure… I must endure…’
Red cheeks contrasted with the silver-haired girl’s fair skin. Water droplets still clung to her eyelashes, trembling slightly with every blink like fragile morning dew that could fall at any moment. Her entire being exuded a fragile, seductive aura.
She slumped weakly against Sista, her control nearly at its end.
Right then, Sista leaned down and picked up the hourglass. The fine sand had already reached the bottom; the time for the punishment was over.
“You may stop,” she said casually.
Su Ling immediately let go, her body going limp. She tumbled off Sista’s lap, nearly collapsing onto the floor.
“If you need to relieve yourself, go to the side room. You aren’t allowed to do it in this room,” Sista said, looking satisfied at her disheveled state. “And of course, don’t think about taking this chance to escape. There’s another iron door outside.”
The silver-haired girl had no strength left to plead. She stood up unsteadily, her small hand clutching the edge of the bed and then the wall as she stumbled toward the adjacent room. her bare feet made soft, pattering sounds against the floor.
After a while, once Su Ling’s figure had disappeared around the corner, Sista, sitting on the long bench, let her gaze wander toward her own lap where Su Ling had just been sitting.
A shimmering layer of moisture covered her snow-white skin, like a thin coating of morning mist.
“If you had been this obedient from the start, things would have been so much better…”
A faint light flickered at her fingertips. Her originally cold face now showed a sickly obsession and love, and her breathing gradually became hurried and heavy.
The restless, uncontrollable emotion in her heart nearly swallowed Sista’s reason, dragging her into an endless abyss of desire.
She lightly rolled up her Rose Dress, her slender fingers tracing a beautiful arc across her own abdomen, her ears filled with the sound of her own restless heartbeat.
This was the thing she had yearned for in her dreams, the thing she had been obsessed with.
Finally, she had obtained it.
Even if the price was Su Ling’s pain and fear of her, even if the person living within Su Ling wasn’t the girl herself but the woman Sista loathed—what did it matter?
As long as she didn’t lose that silver-haired girl, Sista was willing to pay any price and use any means to satisfy her own distorted and sickly love, keeping her beloved by her side.
‘Is it hard to bear? Is it painful? Su Ling, you must hate me very much.’
The oil lamp flickered out, and Sista’s inner thoughts echoed silently in the darkness.
‘But even so, I will never let go. I saved your life, but the scars you’ve left on me go far beyond that.’
‘From the moment I fell in love with you, from the moment you stole my thoughts, I have been suffering the torment of being unable to have you and the constant fear of losing you.’
‘If it wasn’t because you responded to my feelings, if you hadn’t said those things to me in that moonlit Garden and in that dimly lit Sacred Veil Room, how could I have been driven to such madness?’
‘Since you’ve made me fall into madness, why did you choose to leave me? You don’t know how much it hurt when you left with that Assassin!’
‘Su Ling, you said you wanted to understand things about the Blood Clan. There is still so much I haven’t told you.’
‘The Blood Clan is born in a cold, icy void. Our body temperatures are always low, the relationships between our people are distant, and we have very little affection for one another.’
‘We live like cold stones, coveting everything that is warm and glowing, and cursing the sun.’
‘But the sun is clearly such a dazzling thing.’
‘Ever since I began to get close to you, the cold world in my eyes suddenly took on color. You were as dazzling as the sun, making me begin to admire all things that grew toward the light under the sun, wanting to touch that terrifying warmth.’
‘Even though I know these are forbidden things, I have still made my choice.’
‘Even if the sun falls into the abyss, even if the sunlight burns my body…’
‘I will never let you leave my side.’
Premium Chapter
Login to buy access to this Chapter.