Because of My Stupidity, I Became a Timid Vampire

Chapter 212 : Revenge

It was clear that Xifeng had abandoned all rationality, not caring about any gains or losses, wholeheartedly wanting an ultimate one-for-one trade with Bei Yaoyue. Even if it meant paying any price, she was willing. This showed just how deep her obsession with this matter was.

No matter how Bei Yaoyue pleaded, negotiated, or threatened outside the door, Xifeng never showed the slightest wavering, perfectly demonstrating one phrase—all tactical transformations are futile.

Understanding that it was impossible to persuade Xifeng anymore, Bei Yaoyue decided to find the bedroom's spare key and use physical means to forcibly make Xifeng stop everything. As long as she could enter Xifeng's bedroom, she had ten thousand ways to stop her.

Gritting her teeth, Bei Yaoyue struggled to stand up and walked toward the bedroom, her staggering steps like those of an elderly person on their deathbed.

When Bei Yaoyue difficultly reached her drawer, a soaring sensation from ground to the ninth heaven made all the strength in her body flow away like a deflated balloon, and she collapsed to the ground again.

The system's various data rose again, even breaking through the 300% threshold. All Bei Yaoyue could do was sit on the ground lonely, small, and helpless, tightly biting her lips to prevent despicable sounds from leaking out.

Sacred Khala lasted for a full two hours. When the long two hours ended, Bei Yaoyue felt her entire body suddenly lighten, like suddenly throwing off weights after running ten kilometers with a heavy load.

Since everything Bei Yaoyue felt was shared from Xifeng's side, her own body was perfectly normal. Therefore, when Sacred Khala's effect disappeared, she instantly returned to normal, with no residual inappropriate sensations remaining in her body.

Whoosh—standing up from the ground, Bei Yaoyue supported her brain that was somewhat abnormally excited from secreting too much dopamine. With a gloomy expression, she walked to the drawer, rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find the key she hadn't used in a long time, then marched aggressively toward the culprit's bedroom.

"Click."

Forcefully pushing open the door, Bei Yaoyue squinted as she looked toward Xifeng's bed. The room had no lights on and was quite dark. She could only vaguely see something on the bed wrapped in blankets like a dumpling. In the enclosed space with poor air circulation, she could clearly smell the scent of female hormones.

Hearing footsteps getting closer and stopping not far from the bed, Xifeng's heart nearly stopped. She tried hard to calm her disordered breathing and attempted to cool down.

When Sacred Khala's effect ended, Bei Yaoyue could immediately escape, but Xifeng still had to continue enduring the unquenchable flames in her body. Moreover, to teach Bei Yaoyue a harsh lesson with maximum effect, she had not only steeled herself to drink pink flower tea but also actively activated the Strange Tattoo.

These things were easy to activate but wouldn't all disappear quickly. Before the effects wore off, she had to keep enduring these flames that even Bei Yaoyue couldn't bear.

But what puzzled Xifeng was that using her own hand... always felt like something was missing, completely incomparable to Bei Yaoyue's. Even with the same movements and rhythm, the sensations were vastly different.

Could it be that this kind of thing really had compatibility? Was her body naturally compatible with Bei Yaoyue's fate?

"It looks like you really enjoy doing this kind of thing?" Bei Yaoyue's voice suddenly appeared very close to Xifeng's ear, making her little heart clench hard again.

Since her goal was already achieved, Xifeng no longer cared what would happen next. She remained silent and stubbornly said nothing.

This ambush could be considered a great success. Even if it meant killing a thousand enemies while losing ten thousand of her own, she didn't care—rather, this was her only choice, because she had no clever strategies that could kill a thousand enemies while only losing eight hundred.

Xifeng adhered to the principle that silence is golden, playing dead to the end.

But Bei Yaoyue wouldn't easily let Xifeng off. She yanked away Xifeng's blanket, her sharp gaze constantly chasing that panicked, darting gaze, inadvertently appreciating the perfect naked delicate body in its entirety.

"Before you did this, you should have already been prepared to pay the price, right?" Bei Yaoyue smiled gently. This was a gentle smile Xifeng had never seen on Bei Yaoyue's face, yet it made her entire heart start trembling.

"Gulp." Xifeng couldn't help but swallow, hugging her body even tighter.

"But I won't do anything excessive to you. After all, I'm not some demon." Bei Yaoyue said this, but from her constantly surging gaze, one could see her heart was far from as calm as the surface appeared. "Since you love doing this so much, I'll help you do more of what you love."

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Tianshui District, Shiraishi Late Night Diner.

Her cheeks already soaked with crimson intoxication, He Pingge lay sprawled on the table, staring blankly at the transparent liquid in the cup in her left hand.

Ji You looked helplessly at He Pingge, who had fallen into a half-drunk state after just two cups of sake, and asked: "When did you start drinking?"

Having ordered a whole table of dishes, He Pingge had gotten herself drunk just as they started eating, leaving only Ji You to handle this large table of food.

"Just recently." He Pingge said in a muffled voice.

"Why did you suddenly start drinking?"

"Because I discovered that alcohol really can drown sorrows." He Pingge said quietly. "I never understood before why so many people were so eager to drink alcohol—something that not only tastes bad but also makes you feel terrible afterward and harms your body... Now I somewhat understand, because the world after getting drunk has no worries at all."

"These aren't the kind of depressing words a girl your age should be saying." With a helpless laugh and sigh, Ji You tapped the rim of his teacup with chopsticks. "Little Xifeng is one thing—she grew up without parents, living alone and helpless. Her life is indeed quite tiring, so seeking solace in alcohol is understandable. But you—with a happy family, academic success, and life just beginning—how can such a youthful girl have such negative thoughts?"

"......" He Pingge blinked without answering, instead raising her head and draining the liquid in her cup. The sting of alcohol from throat to stomach made her unconsciously moan softly.

Because she was really so tired.

Not physically tired, but spiritually tired.