Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 108 : A Beauty That Brings Disaster

"[Status]:

Satiety: 73.1%

Health: 88.5%

Mood: 35.4%

Shame: 8.3%

Sensitivity: 45.0%

Arousal: 43.1%"

Bei Yaoyue hadn't checked the system's detailed data for a long time. Without noticing, Xifeng's sensitivity had quietly risen to start with a 4.

It seemed this number wasn't set in stone. As long as she didn't stop, the path would continue extending.

Someday in the future, this number would become 100%, and when that time came...

Thinking this, Bei Yaoyue couldn't help licking her lips—the usually reserved and self-disciplined Xifeng ultimately falling under pleasure, becoming a slave to desire, this feeling of making a holy angel fall from heaven into hell was unexpectedly quite thrilling?

Of course, she was just thinking about it. She couldn't bear to let her Xifeng become a plush toy that only knew pleasure and pleasing its master, but she was happy to provide Xifeng with more happiness.

After seeing off Bei Yaoluo, Bei Yaoyue stretched tiredly.

Her cheeks still stung slightly—it would probably take some time to recover. Bei Yaoyue turned toward the bathroom, planning to shower, draw some drafts for a while, then sleep.

Walking to the bathroom door, Bei Yaoyue happened to encounter Xifeng coming out after her shower. She was completely naked, seemingly too confused to remember to put on underwear. Her skin like Tianshan snow jade still had droplets of water she hadn't dried off, refracting pale white light under the illumination. Her entire body was tender white, with only certain cherry-colored areas radiating fatal temptation.

Alcohol still seemed to be eroding Xifeng's rationality. She looked unsteady on her feet, unable even to walk straight, clearly resembling a drunk wandering the streets at midnight.

As the two passed each other, Bei Yaoyue turned her head and said: "It's getting late. Go to bed early."

"Mm..." Xifeng nodded lightly.

Watching Xifeng's swaying figure, Bei Yaoyue felt somewhat guilty.

She wasn't stupid—of course she could tell Xifeng had deliberately lost to her earlier, so she went along with it, trying to get Xifeng completely drunk to do things she couldn't do when Xifeng was sober.

But Bei Yaoluo's words had awakened her, reminding her of the promise she had made not long ago—"I won't touch you once in these seven days." She had nearly broken her own vow due to impulse.

If she casually broke her word, what credibility would she have left in front of Xifeng?—though there wasn't much to begin with.

After taking a hot shower, the cold that had shrouded Bei Yaoyue all evening finally completely dissipated, and her body gradually began warming up.

She wrapped herself in a bath towel, used a towel to dry her wet hair, and returned to her room. But what left her somewhat stunned was that there was a figure on her bed that shouldn't be there.

"Hah..." Light snoring came from Xifeng's mouth. She was lying on Bei Yaoyue's blanket, apparently already having entered dreamland.

Xifeng was currently facing away from her with her legs spread wide, so a certain part that absolutely shouldn't be seen by others was clearly displayed before Bei Yaoyue's eyes, making her gaze tremble.

But she took a deep breath, suppressed the sudden impulse, walked to the bedside, and gently pushed Xifeng's body: "Hey, wake up."

"Mm...?" Xifeng opened her drowsy eyes, looking at her with a confused gaze.

"You're sleeping in the wrong place." Bei Yaoyue was somewhat speechless. She couldn't understand why Xifeng, when drunk, would mistake her room for her own room. "This is my bed."

"Oh..." Xifeng responded softly, then closed her eyes again.

Her confused brain was no longer sufficient for processing most external information. The only thing she wanted to do right now was hurry up and sleep.

Seemingly because her position wasn't very comfortable, Xifeng turned over and stretched her slender body. The alluring posture combined with that exquisite figure made Bei Yaoyue's breathing become chaotic.

In this instant, Bei Yaoyue seemed to finally understand the mentality of those ancient foolish kings who were bewitched by beautiful disasters.

She felt Xifeng was Baosi, and she was King You of Zhou who could light beacon fires to amuse the lords just to earn Xifeng's smile.

Rationality seemed to be gradually breaking through its restraints. Bei Yaoyue couldn't help but lean down, gently tasting those slightly parted lips, rubbing them with her own lips.

It tasted like beer.

"Mm..." Xifeng seemed to be between half-asleep and half-awake, her consciousness not yet clear, only continuously making soft moans from her mouth.

Having lost conscious control, instinct took over her body, guiding her to respond chaotically without method. The caresses and provocations ravaging her waist and thighs cast a blush over her cheeks, and her breathing became much heavier.

Under the blessing of the Hand of God, any action by Bei Yaoyue was deadly poison to Xifeng.

A nameless fire consumed the last restraint of the consciousness-muddled Xifeng. She hooked her arms around Bei Yaoyue's neck, hanging herself on her.

"Bei Yaoyue..." Breath laden with alcohol was expelled in large amounts with her heavy breathing. Xifeng's voice was soft and bone-meltingly seductive: "I want..."

Startled awake by Xifeng's words, Bei Yaoyue finally realized what exactly she was doing. She froze immediately.

She actually couldn't resist and had...

Prying apart Xifeng's arms wrapped around her neck, Bei Yaoyue hurriedly stood up, her eyes uncertain, flickering with hesitation.

Xifeng was not currently in a sober state. If she took advantage of her vulnerability, Xifeng would definitely be angry when she woke up, right? Moreover, she had personally promised not to do anything inappropriate to Xifeng in these seven days.

Bei Yaoyue regretted it.

She regretted why she had said such self-binding words. Clearly she was already poisoned, and the life-saving antidote was placed right in front of her, yet she couldn't drink it.

But to defend her dignity, Bei Yaoyue gritted her teeth, leaned down to lift up that incredibly light body, carried it all the way back to Xifeng's bed, settled her properly, then resolutely got up and left without making any other moves.

"Bei Yaoyue... don't go..."

The seductively dripping call from behind made Bei Yaoyue pause in her steps, almost unable to control the galloping beast in her heart. But she bit down hard on her tongue tip, forcing herself to calm down, then resolutely closed the door behind her.

Taking out her phone, she looked down at the data in the system.

"Shame: 11.3%

Sensitivity: 45.0%

Arousal: 87.4%"

It had already reached 87.4%..."

Bei Yaoyue sighed lightly. This was torture for both of them.