Su Yao’s kiss was forceful, leaving no room to resist.

Pinned beneath her kiss, Lin Qing felt no sweetness. It was as if a monster had trapped him in a glass box while clear water poured in.

The oxygen was rapidly draining from his lungs, yet his mind remained clear.

Lin Qing couldn’t stand it.

He was about to suffocate.

So, in an instant, Lin Qing made up his mind.

He would push Su Yao away.

But what happened next was so unexpected that Lin Qing froze on the spot.

The red skull hadn’t disappeared completely, but its color was fading like colored soda in a glass bottle, revealing the bottle’s original color as the drink was consumed.

The top of the red skull had turned white again.

The change was small, but striking.

It could actually turn back to normal???

The sight left Lin Qing even more confused.

He’d never encountered anything like this before, and his thoughts slowed as he struggled to understand what was happening.

Or could it be—

Had he lost so much blood that he was seeing things?

“You can’t get away.”

While Lin Qing felt his mind growing sluggish, Su Yao kept coming after him without relenting.

To hold him down, she straddled him and planted her hands on either side of his shoulders, keeping him from moving.

Then she forced another kiss on him.

Lin Qing had no right to refuse her.

And he couldn’t refuse.

She’d already left her mark on his palm. Now she didn’t mind adding another, more pleasing one.

Just imagining that Lin Qing bore her mark sent a shiver up Su Yao’s spine, making her tense and excited.

She wanted more.

While Su Yao pressed her attack as if trying to devour Lin Qing, he kept his eyes fixed on the top of her head.

The only reason he wasn’t still resisting was that he wanted to observe the red skull’s changes.

Was the difference appearing because the two of them were kissing?

Then Lin Qing saw the red skull’s color fade rapidly, and knew his guess was right.

So that really was the reason!!!

The red on the skull was fading fast. If it wasn’t staying with Su Yao, had it disappeared?

Or had the kiss transferred it into his body?

As the red skull rapidly turned white, Lin Qing’s questions didn’t go away. Instead, more kept surfacing, like digging up sweet potatoes and finding even more beneath the vines.

Lin Qing waited silently. The moment he saw the skull turn completely white, he reached out to push Su Yao away.

The experiment was over. There was no reason to continue.

He’d read that kissing a girl was supposed to feel nice, but Su Yao was acting as if she might swallow him whole. Lin Qing felt no pleasure at all.

Instead, the terror of being targeted by a monster made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

He needed to get out of this situation, fast.

But although Lin Qing had a clear plan, putting it into action was another matter.

Su Yao was a girl, but she was astonishingly strong. Lin Qing’s attempts to resist were as ineffective as a feeble tickle.

No—his resistance did have an effect.

It made Su Yao kiss him even more forcefully. She bit his lip as if to punish him, and only let go when the taste of blood filled his mouth.

But she didn’t stop kissing him. She kept forcing him along, as if determined to drag them both into an abyss.

Unable to fight back, as if his hands and feet were bound in chains, Lin Qing could only endure as Su Yao held him from behind, and the two of them sank into endless darkness.

Clang!

Just as Su Yao was lost in the kiss, the changing-room door opened.

She turned a cold gaze toward the intruder—Wang Fanran, who stood in the doorway, stunned.

He stared at Su Yao straddling Lin Qing, unable to believe the two of them were kissing.

After luring Li Dong into chasing Lin Qing into the changing room with a knife, Wang Fanran had waited outside, full of anticipation.

He’d thought it would take more effort, but Lin Qing had walked right into the trap, making things simple.

There was no one else around the changing room, which would make it easier for Li Dong to act.

But why had Lin Qing come to the changing room instead of going home after school?

Was he trying to steal girls’ underwear?

Considering how withdrawn Lin Qing was, Wang Fanran wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d done something like that.

Whatever the reason, luck was on Wang Fanran’s side. Lin Qing was as good as dead.

Wang Fanran waited eagerly for what would happen next. But then Li Dong came stumbling out, looking panicked, as if a demon were chasing him.

Li Dong didn’t even hear Wang Fanran call out to him. He just ran off without looking back.

Wang Fanran wasn’t angry. A smile spread across his face instead.

He’d just seen plenty of blood on Li Dong. It looked like he’d given Lin Qing a serious beating.

Ha! Serves him right!

That’s what Lin Qing got for looking down on him and acting like he was above everyone. He could hurry up and die!

Once he saw that the plan had worked, Wang Fanran knew he needed to leave soon too.

The longer he stayed, the greater the risk of being exposed.

But after seeing his plan succeed, he couldn’t resist taking a look for himself. It would’ve been a shame not to.

So, eager to see the result, Wang Fanran opened the changing-room door.

But what he saw was nothing like what he’d expected…

Lin Qing wasn’t lying on the floor, injured by a knife. He was kissing Su Yao, and she was holding him close.

This couldn’t be happening!

Things weren’t supposed to turn out this way.

What had Lin Qing done to end up kissing the goddess every guy in school admired—and in such an intimate way?

What had happened in there?

Had that useless Li Dong even done what he’d been told? Had he really attacked Lin Qing?

The moment Wang Fanran saw Lin Qing and Su Yao kissing, jealousy surged through him.

He wished Lin Qing would die right there.

“Get out.”

When Su Yao saw Wang Fanran burst in, she stopped kissing Lin Qing. The interruption sent her anger surging.

She’d been interrupted just as things were getting intense, and she was furious.

If the changing-room door hadn’t opened, she’d still be holding Lin Qing down.

She wouldn’t have had to stop.

Thinking this, Su Yao stayed astride Lin Qing and turned to look at Wang Fanran. Her expression was blank, but the coldness in her eyes seemed to chill him to the bone.

The imposing air her powerful family had trained into her since childhood was unmistakable now.

Wang Fanran’s heavyset body trembled and shrank back. He said nothing more and quickly retreated.

He even remembered to close the door.

But the interruption had ruined the moment, and she couldn’t continue.

Su Yao turned back and leaned down regretfully, gently kissing Lin Qing’s bitten lip.

She brushed it lightly, like a cat licking a wound.

Sadness showed in her dark eyes, while blood stained her lips.

She looked strangely bewitching, like a blood-stained witch casting a spell beside his ear, urging him to fall madly in love with her.