Chapter 15
From the moment she first saw Xie Rin, Fu Xia thought he was incredibly beautiful.
Young, beautiful, and rich—people like that usually got whatever they wanted. A terrible personality? Not a problem. Plenty of people were willing to tolerate his temper. Seeking validation? Simple. Many would gladly serve as his emotional sounding board, listening to his every word and showering him with praise and emotional support. Even if he was unloved at home, the moment he expressed a preference for girls, people would surely flock to him.
That’s why, deep down, Fu Xia never believed a word of what he’d said before—things like “I’m afraid Pei Wang will steal you away” or “I don’t have any friends.”
After all, the Art Division’s project was to observe [The Poor]. Most of Xie Rin’s actions were likely no different from those of the other young masters and misses who toyed with scholarship students just to see their reactions. As for his offer to help… it was probably just the young master feeling playful, wanting to see Pei Wang suffer, no different from Chen Wang’s desire for revenge.
Having mentally prepared herself, Fu Xia wasn’t resistant. In this matter, she was the type who had never eaten pork but had seen a pig run.
…Of course, only in novels and comics.
Since Xie Rin was a girl, Fu Xia had assumed it would be limited to kissing and cuddling, or at most, using hands. She never expected him to prepare props. And the sizes of the things he’d bought… seemed a bit excessive.
Looking at the items on the bed, Fu Xia felt a cold sweat begin to form on her back.
“Sweetie,” Xie Rin called again, his voice now carrying an unyielding hardness. “Come sit here with me.”
The young man’s eyelids were slightly lowered. Today’s outfit added a touch of nobility to his appearance. His cold, pale skin was bathed in the dim yellow light, and his long, slender fingers were still adorned with those beautiful rings.
However, he didn’t seem to be in a very good mood.
Fu Xia ignored the strange feeling bubbling up inside her and reluctantly shuffled to the edge of the bed to sit down. She watched as Xie Rin casually tossed the boxes onto the floor, tore open a cleaning kit, and began to disinfect the items in front of him.
Fu Xia couldn’t help but ask, “…Are we going to use all of these at once?”
Even if you don’t have one, you don’t need to buy so many, right? Even if we both used them, three or four would be enough. What a waste.
Xie Rin glanced at her. He said slowly, “We have until morning. A few won’t be enough.”
Fu Xia: “…”
What happened to taking it slow?
Xie Rin grabbed her, and with a strength that came from nowhere, pulled her directly into his lap. “Sweetie… you’re not going to back out, are you?”
Fu Xia’s heart hammered in her chest. She scrambled for a plausible excuse. “I… I just think it’s a little weird for two girls to do this.”
Xie Rin chuckled.
“Then just think of me as a boy,” he said. His arms wrapped around her waist, and he gestured for her to look down. “Come on, sweetie. There’s no difference between this thing and that thing.”
When Fu Xia looked down, she saw the toy in his hand. He had turned it on, and it was vibrating like a puppy’s wagging tail. The person behind her rested his chin on her shoulder, seemed to sniff at her neck, and spoke a threat in a sweet voice.
“Or do you prefer a rougher approach, sweetie?… If you say another word of refusal, I don’t know what will happen next.”
Fu Xia fell silent.
Pressed so close to him, his rich fragrance completely enveloped her. After a few moments, she began to feel dizzy.
…Anyway, it’s not like I’m losing out.
“Don’t hurt me,” Fu Xia whispered.
In the enclosed, nearly dark room—the most comfortable environment for a vampire—the long-coveted prey was trapped before him, completely defenseless. Having to be active in the bright sunlight recently had been very uncomfortable for Xie Rin. Now, Fu Xia’s words completely ignited his hunting instincts.
“…I’m scared of pain,” Fu Xia added.
Even a creature like Xie Rin was patient enough to soothe her. “Alright… then we won’t use this one first.”
He had just opened another item from the box. His hands weren’t completely dry, and his fingertips left faint, damp streaks on the skin they touched. Xie Rin’s hands were a size larger than hers. They were pale and slender, the kind that, if photographed holding hands, would make people assume it was a boyfriend’s. Because of their size, he didn’t need to move much. He almost obsessively savored the human’s higher body temperature.
Fu Xia felt the toy press against her, but she also quickly sensed that he must be very experienced. He could always pinpoint the exact moment she held her breath, lingering in a specific spot, forcing her to focus all her attention there.
—The Lorenz Academy summer uniform included culottes.
With almost no obstruction, Xie Rin’s fingertips arrived at the place a vampire had coveted for so long. The blood beneath the skin boiled, as if inviting him to open his mouth and pierce it with his fangs.
Fu Xia suddenly felt a chill and instinctively tried to pull away, but he held her by the waist and pulled her back into his lap. She took a deep breath and suddenly realized he hadn’t taken off any of his rings.
“The rings…!” Fu Xia exclaimed. Other people have to trim their nails!
Xie Rin laughed. “I cleaned them, sweetie. And there are no sharp edges, they’re all smooth… Don’t worry.”
Both his hands and the rings were cool to the touch.
“Do you know what the investigation for our project means, sweetie?”
Xie Rin softly explained his actions, but his movements still betrayed his urgency. “It’s like this. We have to explore everything about you, outside… and inside.”
He paused. “Occasionally… we run into… a bottleneck like this.”
I should take the rings off next time, Xie Rin thought. He wanted to touch more, but the human body was fragile. Fu Xia was the Progenitor’s chosen one, after all; he couldn’t break her.
So, Xie Rin turned on the toy and wrapped his other arm intimately around her waist, holding her close.
“But don’t worry. I can usually break through.”
The next second, Fu Xia lost all ability to pay attention to what he was saying. He was cruel, giving her no time to adjust. At the same time, he opened his mouth and bit the side of her neck, his fangs breaking the skin and leaving a ring of teeth marks.
As she felt herself being filled, a trickle of sweet blood entered his mouth. Xie Rin uncontrollably tightened his grip on her throat, his entire body pressing forward.
—Like an antelope with its neck caught in the jaws of a cheetah.
The rich fragrance in the room filled her senses. Fu Xia couldn’t see Xie Rin’s reddening eyes behind her; all she felt was the pain in her neck. The feeling of suffocation and the foreign object made her want to run, but he always managed to pin her down.
Xie Rin bit her ear from behind and whispered, “Doesn’t it feel shameful, doing this with your little brother, sweetie?”
After saying this, he clearly felt her tense up, and he let out a satisfied hiss of breath. It felt as if he could feel her heartbeat against his chest, almost making his own dormant heart beat along with it. He was about to say something more, but then, something unexpected happened.
Drip.
Xie Rin’s hand loosened, and the pressure on her neck eased. Dazed, Fu Xia turned her head. A few drops of liquid had fallen onto the bedsheet. Unlike elsewhere, they were red, and they weren’t hers.
…What?
Fu Xia’s mind cleared a little. She turned to look at Xie Rin behind her and saw that he had sat up. For once, he had a look of disbelief on his face. He raised a hand and wiped it under his nose.
Fu Xia reached over and turned on the bedside lamp.
Xie Rin’s face was flushed, his dark eyes wide with a dazed confusion, showing none of the aggressive dominance from moments before. And from under his high-bridged nose, a nosebleed was streaming down uncontrollably.
Fu Xia: “…”
She pulled a few tissues from the bedside table and handed them to him. He was still in a daze and took them numbly, pressing them to his nose, but the bleeding wouldn’t stop.
After two minutes, Xie Rin finally recovered. He seemed furious. He shot to his feet, strode towards the door, but then quickly turned back.
Fu Xia, watching his sudden rage: “…”
Seriously, it’s just a nosebleed. It’s not like I said anything about his technique.
“Look at me.”
Xie Rin cupped her face. His pure black eyes held no warmth as he stared at her, as if he were looking at something evil and despicable.
Fu Xia heard him say through gritted teeth, “Tonight, you will only dream of me.”
What is this possessiveness? “Okay,” Fu Xia said.
Xie Rin practically stormed out of the room.
Fu Xia sat on the bed, speechless for a moment, then raised a hand to her neck. The bite mark had stopped bleeding but had left a small, shallow wound. The main issue was the handprint on her neck; the red marks were quite obvious.
Is he into breath play? The other stuff was fine, but that was a little too dangerous… If he accidentally choked her to death, he probably wouldn’t even notice in his excited state.
Fu Xia stared at the messy array of toys on the bed for a while before deciding to pack them away. Then she went to take a shower.
With only one person left in the dorm, Fu Xia had some time to herself. She forced herself to forget what had just happened and studied for over an hour.
Xie Rin still hadn’t returned by the time she went to sleep.
…But, as he had wished, she dreamed of him that night.
Perhaps seeing her witness his nosebleed had been unusually embarrassing for him. There was no pain in the dream, but her other senses were still present. He practically tortured her with those toys, intermittently and with no regard for what a human could endure. The cold-faced young man wore all of his rings, leaving their icy touch deep inside her in the dream.
His hand pressed on her abdomen as he gave her a harsh command. “…Forget what happened today.”
Fu Xia buried her face in the pillow. “Okay… but why did you get a nosebleed?”
“How should I know?!” Xie Rin shrieked.
“You were probably just too excited,” Fu Xia said.
“In your dreams! How could I possibly fall for an ordinary, mediocre human like you?!”
Who asked if you liked me? Fu Xia thought the dream version of him was even more hysterical than the real one. But it was understandable; this was pretty much the image she had of him in her mind. Seeing that he looked like he was about to explode, she gave him a perfunctory nod.
Sensing her attitude, Xie Rin grew even angrier. He pressed down hard, creating pressure from both inside and out, making her curl up.
The young man stared into her eyes.
“Get them out yourself,” Xie Rin said. “Otherwise, you’ll be wearing them to school.”
…Fu Xia’s eyes opened.
The room was dark. She guessed she was awake. The dream had been a direct continuation of reality, and recalling it felt a little strange.
She was still a bit dazed. It’s not because I wasn’t satisfied that the dream continued, right? She quickly shook her head, banishing the thought.
The impact of the dream hadn’t fully faded. She felt a little thirsty and was about to get up for a glass of water. Just as she was about to push herself up, she suddenly detected another person’s breathing in the room.
In the moonlight, Fu Xia looked toward the sound.
Someone had appeared by her bed.
Xie Rin was kneeling beside her with his legs apart, his dark hair falling forward and obscuring his expression. He was wearing the same prince-style outfit from earlier, but the cinched waist was unbuttoned, and the clothes hung loosely on him.
His hands were moving non-stop. The sounds, urgent and heavy, were not muffled at all. He seemed desperate, leaning forward on his knees, moving closer to her. Then, a few cool drops of liquid splattered onto her arm.
Fu Xia felt a wave of faint despair.
Is this a dream… or is this real?