Yueci Porcelain stared dazedly at the beautiful woman before her.

Straddling her lap, the woman’s arms encircled her back. Soft fabric brushed bare skin, making her tremble slightly.

*Is she… Yukiho Doi…?*

*What is she doing here…?*

Yueci’s mind swam. Hunger clawed at her thoughts, dragging her fragile awareness back into fog.

Yukiho’s fragrance filled her nose—a scent seeping from her very skin, impossible to resist.

Her elongated fangs itched fiercely, craving something to sink into.

Saliva pooled uncontrollably in her mouth.

Her gaze locked onto Yukiho’s neck. She swallowed hard.

Trembling from the strain, she bit her lower lip hard enough to ignore the pain.

A trace of blood bloomed on her tongue, sharpening her fading consciousness.

She tried to push Yukiho away.

She shouldn’t drag her into this.

The terrified girl in the midnight graveyard still haunted her memory.

But weakened by hunger, her shove barely budged Yukiho.

A hand pressed Yueci’s shoulder. Before she could react, she was gently lowered to the ground, another hand cradling her head.

The sudden movement loosened her fangs from her lip. Air stung the wound.

Warm, soft palms cupped her face. Yueci froze at the touch.

Fingertips traced her jaw, brushing her torn lip—stinging yet intimate.

Then a thumb slipped past her lips, nudging her fangs.

Dazed, she felt those fingers teasing her mouth, the intoxicating scent overwhelming her senses.

Her awareness dimmed, veiled by thinning layers of haze…

Her crimson pupils glowed unnaturally bright in the dark, casting an otherworldly allure over her exquisite face.

Inky black hair spilled across scattered rose petals, giving her a fragmented, ethereal look.

Petals slid off her bare skin as she shifted, revealing smooth, pale flesh.

"*Yueci-san…*"

Warm breath ghosted over her ear as Yukiho leaned close.

Her hands slid down Yueci’s sides, tracing the curve of her waist.

Yueci shuddered. Every touched spot tingled like live wires.

"*Bite me…*"

The whisper was soft as a cicada’s chirp. Heat made the fine hairs on Yueci’s ear stand up.

Yukiho tilted her head, baring her smooth, slender neck with elegant grace.

Moonlight haloed her, lending her an almost sacred glow. Blue veins pulsed visibly beneath porcelain skin.

Yueci could almost hear the blood rushing within them.

Starving yet fighting instinct, she forced her focus onto Yukiho’s face.

"*I’m giving you permission…*"

"*Don’t hold back…*"

As if reading her hesitation, Yukiho guided Yueci’s head to her neck.

Smooth skin met Yueci’s tongue. Their bodies pressed close—too intimate, too unfamiliar.

Dazed, her fangs pierced tender flesh. Sweet blood flowed into her throat…

Like a parched fish finding water, strength seeped back into her limbs. The crimson haze faded from her eyes.

Clarity crashed over her. Heat flooded her cheeks, burning to the tips of her ears.

She stopped sucking. Gently, she licked the puncture wounds.

Yukiho shivered faintly.

The wounds sealed instantly, vanishing without a trace. Her neck gleamed flawless once more.

Yueci couldn’t bear to look up. She braced for fear or disgust on Yukiho’s face.

But… a soft chuckle sounded above her.

Gentle words washed over her, soothing as a caress.

"*I’m just glad you’re alright, Yueci-san…*"

Warm fingers brushed her cheek.

Yueci’s features had softened, the eerie crimson glow gone. Her dark eyes held only confusion—Yukiho’s reflection swimming in their depths.

Tears welled in Yukiho’s exquisite cat-like eyes, shimmering with empathy.

"*You must carry such a heavy burden every day…*"

"*I understand you, Yueci-san…*"

Her voice trembled, thick with unshed tears.

Yueci froze, fumbling awkwardly. Only now did she register their scandalous position:

She lay naked on the floor. Yukiho straddled her hips.

Her head felt like it was about to burst from steam.

"*Yueci-san…*"

"*Your clothes are over there.*"

Yukiho rose gracefully, pointing to a pile of fabric nearby.

Yueci scrambled up, cheeks burning as she glanced at Yukiho.

The older girl offered a warm smile before turning away politely.

Yueci exhaled in relief.

*She still can’t bear to be seen naked…*

She approached the pile—and frowned.

Her clothes were shredded.

The killer must have used scissors for speed. What lay there was mere scraps.

Impossible to wear.

*What now?*

Yukiho noticed her distress. Seeing the ruined fabric, understanding dawned in her eyes.

A flicker of mischief crossed her face before melting into tender concern.

As Yueci panicked, a warm coat draped over her bare shoulders.

"*Wear mine for now, Yueci-san…?*"

"*Don’t catch a chill.*"

Yukiho’s smile was sunshine. The coat’s warmth seeped deeper than her skin, soothing something raw inside.

"*Leave it to me.*"

She pulled out a phone. Its glow lit her face in the darkness as her fingers tapped the screen.

"*Done.*"

"*Just wait a moment, Yueci-san.*"

Her gentle smile made Yueci’s breath catch.

*Why?*

*Why would Yukiho do so much?*

*They were barely more than senpai and kohai—*

Yukiho’s phone rang. She excused herself with a smile and stepped out of the half-built ruin.

She returned holding a bag.

Inside lay an elegant black satin gown.

"*They hadn’t delivered this to my home yet. I had them send it here directly.*"

She offered it with a warm smile.

"*Try it on?*"

This time, Yueci didn’t hesitate.

*I’ll repay her properly later…*

She slipped into the dress.

Then she froze, staring at the empty bag.

Yukiho tapped her chin, tilting her head.

Cold sweat broke out on Yueci’s brow.

She wore *only* the dress—

A soft, elegant voice cut through her panic.

"*Shall we check into a hotel room?*"