"Squelch... squelch..."

The sticky friction of jelly against skin, mingling with the ceaseless rush of water, left no doubt about what was unfolding in this room.

Lily’s senior closed her eyes, drifting within the translucent blue gel like a specimen under examination. Her arms hugged herself tightly, her serene expression reminiscent of a child returning to the womb—yearning to stay forever in that embrace.

The jelly pulsed rhythmically, expanding and contracting. Though it seemed from the outside that the gel had consumed Lily’s senior, tiny tendrils within meticulously scanned her body, ensuring the Demonic Seed Host remained stable.

"Ahh..." Her body suddenly curled inward, involuntary spasms wracking her limbs from overwhelming stimulation—a ripple of chaotic mana surging through her veins.

Her muffled cries dissolved into fragmented syllables within the jelly, each tone carrying meanings only Xialin could decipher—whispers of the hidden tongue.

"The Demonic Seed is thriving nicely," Xialin murmured, watching Lily’s senior float in near-unconsciousness. The resentment left by that earlier intruder had finally dissipated. "But tell me—have you completed the task I gave you?"

No words came. Only her trembling body answered its master.

"Hmm. As a slave, you’ve proven adequate." Xialin clapped her hands lightly. "Enough. It’s time to come out."

The jelly dissolved at her command, melting back into liquid and vanishing into Xialin’s body. Lily’s senior lay motionless on the floor, unresponsive.

Xialin knelt beside her, sliding off the silk stockings encasing her legs. The smooth fabric yielded easily, revealing bare feet—flawless skin tracing elegant, alluring curves.

Xialin had exacting standards. Even slaves must meet them. Beauty was non-negotiable.

Though slightly taller than Xialin, Lily’s senior’s feet fit perfectly within her palms.

"Consider yourself fortunate this time," Xialin remarked without envy. An exceptional host meant superior Demonic Seeds—and greater harvests to come.

Suddenly, Lily’s senior jolted. A slight frown creased Xialin’s brow.

It vanished instantly. A quick check revealed the issue—a familiar flaw from that afternoon’s... thorough implantation.

Xialin’s fingers moved like a master seamstress’s needle, mending the disturbance in moments.

"The Seed nears its critical phase," she instructed firmly as Lily’s senior’s eyes fluttered open. "No reckless actions until it stabilizes. Understood, Lily?"

A solemn nod.

Obedience was the sole purpose of Xialin’s newest slave.

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**Dormitory Building, Third Floor**

The room was smaller than Xialin’s luxury suite but spacious enough for two.

As chaos unfolded between Xialin and her roommate, the dorm’s tranquility shattered.

A girl sleeping against the bathroom wall frowned in her dreams. Her body twisted restlessly; her legs rubbed together unconsciously.

Discomfort jolted her awake. She dismissed the strange sensation and tried to sleep again.

Minutes later, she sat up abruptly—eyes wide yet unseeing. She slipped out of bed, tiptoed past her sleeping roommate, and entered the soundproof bathroom.

Muffled cries seeped through the door, followed by the crash of something toppling over.

Silence fell. Then came irregular, secretive splashes.

When the door opened again, the bespectacled girl returned to bed, seemingly asleep.

Only the dampened lace trim of her nightgown betrayed the night’s secret—a detail she never noticed.

Dawn crept in swiftly, washing away the remnants of darkness.