Su Li felt the prickling pain radiating from her neck but remained silent, offering no response to MOKA’s words.
At this moment, MOKA didn’t care what she said; she just wanted to pour out everything in her heart.
So Su Li didn’t waste any breath and quietly listened as MOKA spoke.
Artistic creation was never an easy task, especially when maintaining high quality was a must.
As the intervals between MOKA seeking Emotional Therapy with Su Li grew shorter, the time between her song releases also shrank.
Creating hit after hit within such a brief period was no easy feat.
Su Li doubted whether the current MOKA had truly been elevated to the status of a New God by their Company, with countless people waiting eagerly for her Frog Drops.
But none of that concerned Su Li.
Her only role was to help MOKA release the pressure inside whenever she came to her, performing Emotional Therapy.
She hated mixing money with feelings and despised discussing feelings when money was involved, so she never engaged emotionally with her Customers; she only…
The sharp sting on her neck intensified, and a faint, unhealthy flush appeared on MOKA’s cheeks.
“Su Li, I need you, I need you…”
MOKA whispered softly, feeling as if she were inhaling the blood flowing down from Su Li’s neck, drawing inspiration no different from siphoning life itself.
She desperately wanted to draw more, to seize the fleeting inspiration flashing through her mind.
MOKA didn’t care whether Su Li felt pain—after all, Su Li had never refused her when she extracted inspiration.
Maybe Su Li didn’t feel the pain at all.
Besides, she had already been paid.
This was simply a service Su Li was supposed to provide.
Almost…
Just a little more…
MOKA bit down fiercely on Su Li’s neck, like gnawing on a chicken drumstick.
She needed more…
Though it was she who forcefully took sustenance from Su Li’s body, she was also the one clutching her tightly.
Her nails dug into Su Li’s skin, like roots embedded deep in fertile earth.
To compose a new Song, what kind of torment did Su Li have to endure? MOKA didn’t care.
As long as she could create a new Song.
If Su Li was ever in danger, she could just discard her and find someone else.
MOKA’s mind greedily sucked the blood from Su Li’s body.
But no matter what, the inspiration was still just a little short.
She was unwilling to accept it.
It was clearly just a little short.
If only a little more, she wouldn’t be eliminated.
She had once believed that with her Talent and Ability, she could forever stand on the shining Stage, receiving endless Applause and Cheers.
She thought her Name would resound throughout the World, her Songs playing everywhere, every moment.
But as time passed, and she grew day by day,
She realized that if she couldn’t frequently create beloved Songs, she would soon be forgotten, discarded by the World.
Although she kept trying to compose Songs, her creation speed could never outpace the rate at which she was forgotten.
She sensed her Inspiration drying up; those melodies and lyrics once effortlessly conjured were now harder and harder to grasp.
Even the money she earned barely covered her living expenses, much less a lavish lifestyle.
After meeting Su Li and receiving Emotional Therapy, she found she could reclaim her Inspiration.
Though she wasn’t sure how long it would last, she craved more desperately.
She feared that if she stopped, those watching her intently—waiting for her to make a mistake—would replace her.
She could feel countless eyes staring at her, waiting for her to fall from grace.
Every time she thought of this, MOKA’s heart filled with bitter unwillingness.
Unable to draw Inspiration from Su Li’s neck, MOKA pressed her lips against Su Li’s mouth, her fingers gripping Su Li’s slender waist with increasing force, leaving crescent-shaped marks.
As if holding onto Su Li tightly could grant her infinite security.
She had worked so hard to get where she was today—how could she accept defeat just like that?
MOKA kissed Su Li with a reckless intensity, lips pressed tightly as if pouring every ounce of strength into the kiss.
Gradually, her previously clouded mind began to clear.
She pushed Su Li against the corner of the wall, unknowingly biting Su Li’s lip and slowly licking the bloodied wound.
Her fingers unconsciously clenched Su Li’s waist and elbows, as if trying to merge completely with her.
Her kiss carried an urgency—a thirst for Inspiration, a stubbornness for self-redemption.
Su Li could feel MOKA’s breath growing rapid and heated; her kiss was like a burning flame attempting to ignite her completely.
Her tongue explored between Su Li’s lips, searching for something, or perhaps trying to prove something, like a drowning person clutching desperately at the last straw.
Her movements were rough, unrestrained, yet behind this madness hid a deep vulnerability.
Su Li understood that MOKA was profoundly insecure at this moment.
For an Artist like her, no one but herself could provide a sense of safety.
MOKA was terrified of being forgotten.
The wound on Su Li’s neck was beginning to heal, while the sting spread from her lips and down her back.
MOKA’s fingers left trail marks on Su Li’s back, as if marking her territory.
She feared being forgotten, so she wanted to leave her trace on Su Li, making sure Su Li would remember her existence forever.
Su Li felt the desperate yearning for salvation in MOKA’s kiss.
But she could not save MOKA; only MOKA could save herself.
That was all.
She was merely someone who provided Emotional Therapy services for MOKA.
A sharp sting on her tongue didn’t faze Su Li until MOKA, gasping for air, finally released her lips, breathing heavily.
Su Li adjusted her slightly disheveled clothes.
MOKA’s eyes had turned bloodshot without Su Li noticing, staring fixedly at her.
Just a little more, just a little more.
Clearly, her mind had become incredibly clear, yet she still fell short.
Her fingers rested on Su Li’s shoulder, slowly removing her clothing.
“I will pay you.”
MOKA’s voice was filled with desire and a touch of obsessive madness.
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