Liang Lin felt there was no escape this time. She finally snapped and shouted, “You’re a total freak! You make me sick! Isn’t this just rape? Let me go! If you touch me now, I’ll get goosebumps!”

The words pierced Liang Di’s heart like sharp needles.

Truth be told, Liang Lin’s tongue was venomous—every sentence struck deep, leaving Liang Di’s chest aching.

“Liang Lin… I think I must like you.”

With a sharp tug, Liang Di ripped off Liang Lin’s top and tossed it under the bed.

“This isn’t love! It’s blatant—completely blatant…” Liang Lin sputtered, searching for words. “You’re just blatantly molesting me! Is this just to satisfy your own urges? Does tormenting me amuse you?!”

Liang Di didn’t understand. To her, wasn’t love about possessing someone, sharing joy, claiming body and soul, having a child of love, keeping them forever? No one had ever taught her how to love.

“I don’t know,” Liang Di murmured, her hand resting on soft flesh. “But I know this: right now, I want to become one with you. It would make me so… deeply fulfilled.”

Liang Lin opened her mouth to curse again—but a tentacle sealed her lips. Avoiding her teeth, it pressed firmly over her mouth, suckers clinging tight. She could only whimper “mmph… mmph…”

Liang Di lowered her head, crawling over Liang Lin like a starving infant seeking nourishment. Liang Lin was her mother now. Her mouth moved eagerly, drinking in warmth.

She felt Liang Lin trembling beneath her.

Lifting her head, eyes hazy with unnamed emotion, she whispered, “Sister… I can feel it. You’re enjoying this too.”

The tentacle withdrew. Liang Lin erupted: “Get away! Go! Stay back! Don’t touch me!”

It shot back instantly, silencing her again.

“No worries, Sister Liang Lin. You’ll get used to it. I know you’ll grow to love this joy.” Liang Di repeated the motion calmly—even gracefully.

Enough.

This damn world was truly too much.

Liang Lin had imagined dating girls as a girl—maybe even spending her life with one. But never as *this*: the submissive one. She’d pictured a petite, soft girl nestled in *her* arms, cooing sweetly while *she* charged the battlefield like a victorious general.

Reality?

Now *she* was the bullied, helpless little cutie. Who could bear it?! The self-proclaimed dominant partner, forcibly remade into the submissive role. That she hadn’t lost her mind spoke volumes.

Just as Liang Di reached for Liang Lin’s nightgown—she froze. Shock flashed across her face. She slowly looked up.

“Sister… when did you get pregnant behind my back?”

Liang Lin: “?”

Huh?

Liang Di’s eyes reddened with anger. Her fingers tightened around Liang Lin’s neck. “So… your first child isn’t mine, is it?!”

Liang Lin: “?”

What?!

*Me?* A pure, innocent girl—suddenly a married mom? She didn’t even know! Her face flushed. Already breathless from the tentacle, now choked—she felt herself drifting toward her ancestors.

Wait… pregnant?

She strained to look down. Specks of blood. Her mind blanked.

Huh? Why blood? Could she… impregnate herself?!

No! Something’s off!

Damn it!

She thrashed wildly, eyes blazing—ready to tear Liang Di into eight pieces.

Liang Di regained a shred of sense. Released her neck. Withdrew the tentacle.

“Huff…”

“Pant…”

“Gasping…”

Liang Lin gulped air, then yelled, face flushed: “That’s called a *period*, damn it!”

“…”

“…”

“…”

Silent stares. Awkwardness. Eyes darting away.

Liang Di scratched her cheek, cleared her throat. “Ahem… Sorry. Tentacle girls don’t have periods… I forgot humans… bleed during that time. My bad.”

Liang Lin nearly saw red.

Unbelievable!

She’d lived sixteen years as a male—and *she* remembered periods! This girl, born female, “forgot”? Seriously punch-worthy.

“Don’t slander my innocence! Until today… my first kiss was still intact,” Liang Lin muttered, flustered.

Liang Di’s face instantly brightened.

How could someone swing moods this fast? One second fury, next pure joy?

She wrapped her arms around Liang Lin’s neck, nuzzling close like a coquettish kitten.

“Mmm~ I knew it! Not just *our* first kiss—but *both* of ours! The very first!”

Liang Lin felt laughter and tears tangled together—a dizzy, absurd mix.

Still… the period was a blessing. Perfect timing. A legit excuse to pause things.

“Liang Di… you know women can’t… during their period…”

“No problem at all, Sister Liang Lin. Fighting through blood only makes it more thrilling!”

Liang Lin (deadpan): “…Huh?”