Chapter 105: Fu*ta, Get Out of Here
Eve had a dream.
She dread that she was trapped in a space resembling a prison cell. Damp gray-green walls surrounded her. The oppressive, foul stench assaulted her senses, and sowhere in the distance she could hear the steady drip of water.
She had once heard that falling asleep to the sound of dripping water could easily lead to nightmares...
No—that was not the point!
The cell was surprisingly well-equipped. A moldy single bed. Rotting wooden planks. And an assortnt of torture devices.
Wait... torture devices?
Eve nearly lost her composure. She tried to move, only to discover that she was tightly bound with coarse hemp rope, tied so firmly that it bit into her skin.
This dream was far too realistic... Was that supposed to be a good sign?
In the next second, she froze. A bead of sweat slid down her forehead, tracing a line along her neck and disappearing beneath her collar.
Outside the cell, at so unknown mont, a figure had appeared.
Two ters tall. Muscles bulging and twitching beneath the skin. Yet atop that enormous body was an absurdly incongruous sight—a red-haired, twin-tailed, adorable young girl’s head.
Vivian...?
Was this so kind of joke?
“Gulp.”
Eve swallowed.
Had she finally t retribution for all the lives she had taken? Even if it was only a dream, the thought alone was difficult to accept.
Why did Vivian’s head look so oddly pointed? Perhaps only in dreams could such fear manifest—but even so, could the dream not at least be sowhat normal?
Under her increasingly horrified gaze, the towering, muscular figure approached with heavy footsteps. The dark shadow it cast gradually engulfed her.
Wait... why was there a bulge too...?
Could it be—
Fu*ta, get out of here!
Eve completely lost her calm. Cold sweat gathered on her forehead, her eyelashes trembling. As the figure drew nearer, she could even feel warm breath against her face.
Disgusting... Don’t...
No—she refused to be shaken at the roots!
“Mm—!!!”
When she opened her eyes again, the prison cell had vanished. In its place was the familiar, enclosed space of the car. The only similarity was that strange lingering scent that refused to dissipate.
Eve blinked blankly. A wave of dizziness surged from her mind, making her frown. Her gaze settled on the closed car window.
How long had she been asleep? It was dark. Was it already night?
Fragnts of mory slowly surfaced. She vaguely rembered drinking a great deal. Her head had been spinning. She had been unbearably sleepy. Oh—and she had kissed the Young Miss.
The heavy scent of blood and that soft, elastic touch seed to linger at her lips. Unconsciously, she licked the corner of her mouth and began to sit up.
“Mm...?”
Only then did she realize that soone was lying atop her. Even breathing brushed against her chest, warm and faintly ticklish. It seed the other girl had fallen asleep as well.
Seeing this, Eve abandoned the thought of rising. Maintaining her current posture, she slowly recalled what had happened earlier, all while wondering...
Why had nothing “dried”?
In every sense of the word, nothing had dried. Dark stains spread across her rumpled skirt, across her upper body—her chest was even left exposed.
She drew a sharp breath.
She rembered now.
Vivian had been “teaching” her calligraphy. At the ti, she had been drowsy, wanting only to sleep, yet new sensations had continuously stirred within her.
She only clearly rembered the kiss—rich and vivid. She had focused solely on drawing out the blood that overflowed from it. Everything else... had seed less important.
Overall... she did not dislike it.
Eve did not particularly care about that first experience. Nor did she understand its aning. Perhaps it was simply because it was Vivian?
Her mind had granted silent permission to unlock that “CG scene.” As long as she did not feel discomfort or suffer harm, her defensive counterasures would not activate. If asked—then she would give.
As she rubbed her temple, the delicate body resting atop her stirred, releasing a soft, sticky murmur in her sleep. Her lashes fluttered, and then she slowly opened her beautiful eyes.
Vivian looked as though she had just endured intense physical exertion. Her face was tired, and her body seed weak. When she lifted her head and saw the white-haired maid rubbing her eyes—
She froze for a few seconds. Then, without a word, she shifted upward with effort and gently pressed her lips to Eve’s again. The faint sound of exchanged breath and saliva rose once more.
Caught off guard by the sudden tenderness, Eve reacted slowly. When she finally did, she awkwardly returned the kiss, though it was still led entirely by the other girl.
Only when Vivian seed satisfied did she pull away. Before retreating, she even licked the corner of Eve’s lips, like a cat grooming fur—intimately alluring.
“Young Miss...”
“Mm.” Vivian responded lightly, resting her chin against Eve’s chest.
“You are still pressing on my hand.”
“I know.”
Vivian had no desire to move again. If she happened to touch sothing, so be it. Her mood was good, and she did not wish to dwell on it. She even rubbed slightly against the hand beneath her, savoring the faint tingling sensation.
Eve was aware of what her hand was touching, but she did not think much of it. After all, the other girl had touched her as well. She considered it an equal exchange.
“When did you wake up?”
“Just now, Young Miss.”
“How do you feel?”
Eve fell silent, unable to articulate her feelings. It had been her first ti experiencing such unfamiliar sensations. Seeing her hesitate, Vivian did not grow annoyed.
Instead, her gaze drifted to the adjacent seat, where two pairs of undergarnts—one large, one small—were folded together. Unconsciously, she murmured, “Wonderful...”
“Young Miss?”
“Nothing.” Vivian slowly sat up. For so reason, when she saw Eve’s lips again, she could not resist kissing her once more, as though addicted.
They lingered for quite so ti. Vivian stroked Eve’s cheek, their foreheads pressed together, their lashes brushing.
“Did you like my teaching?” she asked softly.
“You an...?”
“Yes.” Vivian cut her off, her tone alluring. “It was not bad, was it? You looked quite pleased at the ti. You were not uncomfortable, were you?”
“Young Miss... I do not know how to describe it. But I did not dislike it.”
It was the expected answer. No matter what, she had already witnessed Eve’s unusual reaction earlier. Her goal had been achieved. That calm expression was far too fragile in matters like this.
One could grow accustod to pain—but not necessarily to pleasure.
“Then will you want it again in the future?” Vivian asked suddenly.
Eve considered for a mont and was about to respond when her lips were once again sealed by that soft, elastic mouth. Vivian had anticipated her answer and conveniently reset her language system.
“Think carefully before you answer. I will ask you once more—will you want it again in the future?”
“...If you wish it.”
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