Transmigrated as the Villainous Love Rival of the Abusive Novel's Heroine [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Desire

“Do you know what lies behind the dark clouds?” A girl with a high ponytail leaned against a large tree, asking an unknown listener.

Perhaps the wind would answer her idle question.

“It’s the light…” the girl drawled, her voice carrying a trace of secret longing despite her feigned indifference.

How long had it been since she had seen the dazzling light? Probably since she first arrived here.

“Actually, it’s quite good here. There’s plenty of food and clean water. I never have to worry about shortages here,” the girl comforted herself. “And also, I met a boy. I heard he’s an elven prince!” She spoke excitedly to the small white flower by her hand. “That was my first time seeing an elf!”

“He really has pointy ears!”

“And, and, he’s so cute and polite… uh, although…”

The girl bit her lip in embarrassment, recalling something. The elven boy’s look of disgust and contempt remained etched in her mind.

“Nobles don’t seem as kind as Grandpa said. They really don’t like commoners.” The girl fell silent, hugging her knees tightly. She admitted she was generalizing; surely there were kind nobles out there. Just because one noble didn’t like commoners didn’t mean he wasn’t kind.

But…

The girl patted the tree behind her and looked down to bid farewell to the little flower. Holding her wooden sword, she looked up at the endless, thick dark clouds above.

“I really want to see the scenery above the clouds…”

Was there truly an unobstructed light up there? She didn’t know. The seed called “expectation” was firmly buried in her heart, waiting for an opportunity to take root and grow into a towering tree.

Drip…

Much later, a drop of water finally fell into the boundless darkness, quietly awakening that hope…

“Awake?” A low, magnetic female voice rang in Ladon’s ear.

With a slight tilt of her head, Ladon saw those dark-gold eyes, brilliant as stars, and long hair carrying the scent of flowers cascading beside her cheek, stirring a faint itch.

“Mas…ter…” Having not spoken for too long, Ladon’s throat was dry. Her words were staccato and stumbling, though her tone remained soft and pleasant.

The woman she called out to let out a low laugh. With the brightest smile, she said the words that Ladon feared most:

“Since you’re awake, let’s settle the score.”

Regarding this disobedient familiar who repeatedly got herself injured, Yin Shaoqing intended to give her a proper lesson. The tall half-demon instinctively curled her body, pulling the quilt over herself to hide. She didn’t want to hear it!

But escape was futile. The demon had already extended the claws that could threaten her life…

Long ago, a Great Mage of the Holy Court prophesied: “In the Era of Peace, the Heim family will produce a tyrannical monarch who will stir up a storm sufficient to destroy the entire continent.”

In that storm, tens of thousands of mages would perish, the balance of the continent would be broken, and the human and demon realms would be turned upside down. Countless souls would turn into monsters, slaughtering the living. At that time, the Heim family would be cursed by the souls who died in the war, falling eternally into darkness.

Even the last Light Elf on the continent at the time agreed with this prophecy. To ensure peace after death, the First Duke of Heim made a contract with the Light Elf: the family would station themselves at the Trasil Front for generations.

And what the Light Elf promised them was the destruction of that Tyrant—to destroy her before her wings were fully grown. The power of the Great Mages in the Era of Destruction was far stronger than the mages of today; their every word and deed carried magic.

“So that damn prophecy might as well be a curse,” Yin Shaoqing had once told the Fat Calico Cat.

It was precisely because of the obsessive fantasies of many Great Mages, and even the Light Elf, that the Thirteenth Duke was created: a tyrannical existence reigning over all Heim Dukes. Her being was filled with greed, jealousy, and desire… every sin the Holy Court mages could imagine existed within the original soul of this body. That filth and darkness even disgusted the demons in the abyss.

“When human faith is pious and powerful enough, they can create a deity.” And when their curses and fears are deep enough, they can likewise create a powerful monster. Now, Yin Shaoqing was that monster everyone recognized.

“She will entangle unarmed people with Demonic Shadows, leaving only the mouth free so she can enjoy their screams and wails,” a maid claiming to have escaped from the Tyrant stood on a high platform, recalling in terror before commoners gathered by the Holy Court. “She would use salt needles to pierce servants repeatedly, enjoying their screams and struggles, then carve off their flesh to feed the demonic hounds when they are at their last breath.”

In different towns, many servants claiming to be escapees from the Heim Tyrant revealed her “crimes.” At first, the commoners didn’t believe it. To them, as a member of the Heim nobles who were dedicated to the people, the Tyrant might not be that bad. Furthermore, after the baptism of war and seeing through the hypocrisy of the Holy Court and Vattel, they were less inclined to believe them.

“They need a more ‘realistic’ story,” Salahmi remarked, fiddling with the elven leaf bracelet on her wrist. It was a gift from Nonat, very important and precious. She had promised Nonat to kill the Heim Tyrant, by any means necessary. Salahmi believed the elven prince she loved shared her ambition: to clear away all dark mages and return a bright future to the Narheim continent. Thus, she was willing to use some extraordinary means for Nonat.

Her subordinate mages knowingly released the “evidence” of Yin Shaoqing harming Ladon. In the past war, the half-demon abandoned by the nobles had become a hero to the commoners. Their hero was silent, gentle, powerful, and resilient. People felt for the hero being tormented by her demonic blood and loved her even more. They were willing to offer everything—even their lives—if it could alleviate her pain.

And now, a noble they had never met, and who had a poor reputation, had harmed their hero. Countless waves of hatred and resentment surged toward Yin Shaoqing, who was still staying at home.

The Dukes of the Heim family knew that the “monster” was now an enemy of the entire world. Once again, they failed to learn their lesson and hid this dire situation. They watched from the shadows, anticipating the day the Tyrant would die.

Meanwhile, that cruel demon and tyrannical monarch was still subjecting her loyal familiar to “torture.”

Hands pinching her earlobes, the silent and tall half-demon knelt facing the wall, currently crying so hard she could barely catch her breath. Golden magic-inhibiting chains locked her firmly, making her unable to move. She could only obediently accept the punishment from her wicked master.

It was a white feather, soft and light. It was held in the demon’s hand, gliding along Ladon’s bare and alluring back, carrying a massive itch as it lingered on that sturdy, beautiful spine.

Through that layer of fair skin and soft flesh, the long-haired woman embraced the crying demoness from behind, biting her earlobe. Her scorching breath hit Ladon’s face, burning a crimson cloud onto her cheeks.

“This place was pierced through twice by bone spikes,” a cold killing intent flashed in the woman’s dark-gold eyes. It was a place even she hadn’t touched—that flesh, those bones—she hadn’t touched or kissed them, yet they were usurped by a mere monster’s bone spike! She had already burned those monsters to ash; there was no chance for further punishment. Thus, the woman’s rage was entirely transferred to this half-demon who didn’t cherish her own body.

“It itches… Master, it itches… ugh…” Ladon’s eyes were red from crying, looking pitiable. Her voice was very gentle, like a warm breeze stroking new buds, or a trickling stream flowing through a shaded riverbed—clear and pleasant to the ear. And a voice tinged with a sob sounded even better.

The demon behind her revealed a smile full of desire and greed. Her fingertips brushed past Ladon’s lean, soft waist, disappearing into the black silk that covered her fair body. Smooth, cool, soft…

“You’ve recovered your memories, haven’t you?” Yin Shaoqing pinched Ladon’s chin, turning her head to kiss the salty tears that kept falling.

“Mmph… ugh… ah…” Ladon was kissed by her domineering master on her pale, thin lips—a deep kiss that nearly suffocated her and sent her into darkness. And beneath the black silk, her wicked master used a cold hand to lift the magic-inhibiting lock; the suddenly tightened chain made it so she couldn’t even let out a gasp. There was also a golden anklet tied around her ankle while she was unconscious…

(Ladon) would rather take a beating than accept such a punishment. She didn’t want that cold hand; she wanted her master to embrace her and give her true warmth and security. But clearly, her damn bastard of a master talked too much. Even though that alluring voice was very, very pleasant to hear…

A faint gold appeared in Ladon’s eyes, mixing with fiery red to bloom into “thorns of desire” amidst her tears. Beneath her eyes and over her heart, the black scales took on a bright luster, turning from dark-blue to gold.

Those damn magic-inhibiting locks were shattered by the crying woman, falling in segments into her bastard master’s lap. The bare-bodied woman turned and pushed her master down, pinning her heavily. Then, amidst the other’s startled gaze, she cried… and let out a hiccup.

“…”

“Pfft~”

Her master was truly wicked! She was already crying like this, yet she could still laugh! Yin Shaoqing, who was pinned down, laughed until her shoulders shook. Heavens, how could her familiar be this cute? She actually used her fiercest expression, let out a tiny hiccup, and even blushed in embarrassment.

“Don’t, don’t laugh!” Ladon was dying of sadness. How could there be such a person?! Punishing her, making her cry, and then mocking her!!

The woman, tears pitter-pattering down, glared with her beautiful eyes and fiercely kissed the mouth of her stinky master. I’ll show you laughing! I’ll block your mouth and see how you laugh, hmph!

Haha, one really couldn’t tell who was taking advantage of whom, or who was punishing whom. Yin Shaoqing squinted with pleasure, easily breaking free from Ladon’s restraint and turning the tables. She stroked Ladon’s smooth back, her tongue pressing against her teeth, releasing the beast in her heart with the intent to devour the prey before her.

The demon, swelling with desire, opened her bone wings to cut off the prey’s escape, savoring the sweet flesh of her catch. Delicious things must be tasted slowly, and they, for now, had plenty of time…

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