Transmigrated Into The Arms Of The Heroine Of A Sadistic Novel - Chapter 63

Sensing that the soundproof barrier was still in place, Qin Changxin placed her hand on the catcat’s dantian and softly chanted an incantation.

The next moment, the black cat lying next to her suddenly transformed into human form, poking its head out from under the covers. When their eyes met, its face was full of astonishment.

“You… mmph!” Lin Yanyu was genuinely startled. Before she could speak, her mouth was gently covered.

Qin Changxin kept one hand on her dantian and placed the other around her back, pulling her close.

The cat demon squirmed instinctively for a few moments, but soon obeyed, releasing her teeth, allowing Lin Yanyu to freely act as she pleased.

The cat tail twitched nervously across the quilt for a while, then drooped in defeat, curling only occasionally at the tip.

For some reason, Lin Yanyu recalled that in the original story, the protagonist could have relied on her demon form to lower the girl’s guard but insisted on interacting in human form.

The original protagonist said: “If you want to develop a relationship with a human, you must face her as a human.”

When she read this, she was single and thought it was strange, but now, having a human girlfriend, she understood.

Although demons and beasts are worlds apart, humans see non-human shaped demons as no different from ordinary beasts. And in Lin Yanyu’s own view, her demon form and human form were distinguishable.

Demon-kind detests having their demon bodies touched, but Lin Yanyu had grown up helping in a cat cafe, so she was used to it. Presumably, Qin Changxin experienced something similar while touching her demon body.

Thus, when she maintained her human form, it gave the girl a sense of equality, rather than a master-pet dynamic.

This kiss was long and deep; Lin Yanyu almost couldn’t breathe, gently patting the girl’s hand to take a breather before continuing.

Qin Changxin, having honed excellent interaction skills through studying the painting manual, made Lin Yanyu feel at ease during her time on Queeling Island. She thought, “If the girl is happy, it’s fine I don’t have a particular attachment to pushing anyone’s buttons. If the girl doesn’t want to, I can be the one to initiate.”

However, such actions had to wait until the girl was of age. For now, their most intimate physical contact was limited to kissing.

“How dare you… be so bold?”

When the hand on her dantian moved away, Lin Yanyu touched her stomach, laughing and crying at the same time.

To properly kiss her, the girl even used the master servant blood contract to maintain her human form!

Lin Yanyu thought: This kind of trick is something I’ve never seen before.

“This is punishment.” Qin Changxin pinched her cat tail lightly. “Within the academy, many extreme students and elders are hostile to demons. You cannot roam alone.”

“Using this as punishment aren’t you afraid I might deliberately wander outside?” Lin Yanyu half joked, half-serious.

“You won’t.” Qin Changxin stroked the cat tail gently, voice soft and firm. “You definitely won’t.”

Lin Yanyu was ticklish and couldn’t help but squirm, hugging her waist and muttering, “I shouldn’t have lent you the painting manual. You’re playing with fire…”

Qin Changxin didn’t understand the CEO meme, but she could guess the meaning. She lightly patted the cat tail downward; the cat demon pressed against her ear, growling softly.

“Who told you to be a demon lord with strong desires?” Qin Changxin smiled. “If I didn’t know some self-defense techniques, wouldn’t I be at your mercy?”

“Don’t you dare call me ‘you’!” Lin Yanyu folded her cat ears, wincing. “It shortens my lifespan!”

Qin Changxin smiled in satisfaction, finally releasing her hold on the cat tail and placing her hand on Lin Yanyu’s back.

“Sleeping early prolongs life.” She closed her eyes. “Good night.”

The warm breath brushed through her hair; Lin Yanyu shivered slightly, resting her head on her chest and replying softly, “Good night.”

Soon, the girl’s breathing deepened, clearly asleep, but Lin Yanyu couldn’t sleep. She silently thanked the soundproof barrier; otherwise, their earlier activities would have drawn Feng and Zhuang to “catch the cat.”

Even though it wasn’t the cat who had done anything naughty.

Unable to sleep and afraid of disturbing the sleeping girl, Lin Yanyu tried lying still but gave up after an hour. She cast a dream inducing spell on herself, entering the girl’s dream to attempt self hypnosis.

Those bound by the master servant blood contract could share memories; with the master’s permission, the demon could effortlessly spy or enter dreams; otherwise, it would see only blankness.

Lin Yanyu, both hypnotizing and testing, entered Qin Changxin’s dream unhindered but saw a horrifying scene.

White gauze floated around. Qin Changxin knelt over someone, one hand gripping a sword, the other pressing down.

Her white robe was spotless, but where it touched the bed, it was stained red.

Though she knew it was just a nightmare, Lin Yanyu panicked, rushing to pull her away.

She then saw who had died by Qin Changxin’s hand

It was herself, or rather, the demon lord Xuan Lin.

Lin Yanyu widened her eyes, frozen for two seconds, then grabbed the sword from Qin Changxin, pushed her away, and held her.

“It’s a dream, a nightmare.” Lin Yanyu murmured, speaking both to herself and to Qin Changxin. “Everything you did isn’t real. Wake up!”

She suddenly remembered what Ye Yaozhi said: “Did Changxin ask if demons would ever kill their loved ones?”

She also remembered that night, both of them had nightmares, but neither revealed the details.

Looking at the “crime scene,” Lin Yanyu connected Ye Yaozhi’s question to this nightmare.

From experience, only yandere tendencies make one subconsciously think of killing a loved one.

Could the girl have already developed yandere tendencies?

If not, there might be another reason.

Before she could think further, her consciousness was yanked back; when she regained it, she was out of the dream.

Qin Changxin opened her eyes, covering her face in panic.

“I saw everything,” Lin Yanyu confessed. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t take it seriously.”

“I’m sorry, sorry, sorry…” Qin Changxin lost control, repeating apologies as tears slipped between her fingers, falling on Lin Yanyu’s hand.

“Calm down!” Lin Yanyu moved her hand, wiping away the tears and raising her voice. “It’s only a dream! I’m alive and well!”

“But the dream…”

“Listen, dreams, though based on cognition and memory, are still not fully understood. In our world, people dream of killing others due to stress even in peaceful times. So don’t overthink it.”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve dreamed of killing you,” Qin Changxin shook her head. “I hated Yang Hengyu, yet never dreamed of killing her. Why you…”

“Dreams, like crossing worlds, are probabilistic! Treat it as a remnant memory from a parallel timeline. Maybe in that world, you did kill me, but what does that have to do with the present?”

She spoke truthfully, thinking of the book in which Qin Changxin killed Xuan Lin.

Qin Changxin stared red-eyed and silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

Lin Yanyu, impatient with her daze, kicked off the covers, transformed into a giant cat, curling on the bed and cradling Qin Changxin in her fur.

Using spirit control, she sensed the soundproof barrier was still up and relaxed. Her huge paws gently kneaded Qin Changxin’s stomach.

“I accept your apology on behalf of the other me. Is that okay?”

Qin Changxin, lying among the soft fur, stayed silent a few seconds but shook her head.

She pressed her sore temples, feeling something forgotten but unable to recall.

Lin Yanyu had no choice. She shoved her furry paws and tail into her arms, rubbing her as if grooming.

The grooming worked Qin Changxin finally calmed, hugging the cat tail to her face.

“I won’t kill you,” she murmured. “Never. You’re too good, and I… have no motive.”

“Exactly! I’m glad you understand.” Lin Yanyu nudged her lightly with her head, still annoyed the nightmare troubled her so.

After the fuss, Qin Changxin felt aches across her body, cold sweat pouring as she curled up.

“I’m a bit sore and might tremble,” she admitted. “Don’t be afraid. It’s just intense emotions; it will pass soon.”

Lin Yanyu wasn’t afraid, quietly gathering stray spiritual energy and infusing it into her, easing the pain.

After an unknown time, she heard Qin Changxin’s breathing deepen again. She cautiously entered her dream again.

This time, it wasn’t the demon lord’s bed chamber “murder scene,” but Lin Yanyu’s eyes widened further.

She saw Qin Changxin standing on top of the Qing’an Tower, studying a sword in her hand.

The sword emitted a faint dark-golden glow; at its throat sat a shattered, peculiar gem surrounded by tiny stars.

Then, Qin Changxin said emotionlessly: “So, you are the divine sword ‘Xingxie’?”

The sword trembled slightly in her hand.

“Even divine swords can aid evil.” Qin Changxin sneered. “If you have a spirit, seek another master after time reverses. Otherwise, I shall destroy you every time I see you.”

She suspended the sword, muttered an incantation, and it wailed, crumbled into powder, and became flowing light, scattered entirely by the wind.

Lin Yanyu watched everything, heart in turmoil.