Chapter 43: Crying For You
“Miss…” Ling Ling’s face drew closer, almost touching Lena’s swan-like neck. Her breath, warm against Lena’s sensitive skin, sent shivers down her spine. “Ling Ling wants to make Miss happy…”
“Don’t be silly!”
Lena broke free of the [Bewitching Shadow] after just a second, but the desire to possess the little fox girl lingered.
Even as a sixth-rank Necromancer, she couldn’t resist the foxkin’s innate ability.
Mental attacks were different from physical or magical attacks. Unless countered by a specialist or a magical artifact, one could only endure.
Although only rank one, Ling Ling could bypass the rank restrictions and influence Lena’s thoughts. Truly terrifying.
“I’m angry, Ling Ling. Don’t make things difficult for me…”
Lena muttered, noticing something amiss with the little fox girl’s fumbling.
This wasn’t right. Ling Ling didn’t have the courage; she hadn’t even dared to touch Lena before, so why the sudden change…?
Something was definitely up!
Lena resisted the urge to pounce on Ling Ling, flipping her over and pinning the young fox girl down, her pupils dilated into pink hearts.
“Just as I suspected, the foxkin’s annual estrus cycle has arrived…”
Lena’s hand slipped under Ling Ling’s skirt, expertly tearing the thin stockings. With a few ripping sounds, a strange, symmetrical pattern appeared below Ling Ling’s navel, shimmering with a purplish-red light.
The pattern resembled a seed, now sprouting, thorny vines growing symmetrically before Lena’s eyes.
Gradually, the vines entwined, surrounding the seed, forming a captivating rose-purple heart, the source of Ling Ling’s alluring aura.
“Dual profession…”
Lena recalled the scene of Ling Ling controlling the plants during her dance, combined with the silver markings on her stomach. Was it possible…?
A sudden, bold, almost crazy idea struck Lena.
This wasn’t a dual profession, but a completely new one… A profession never before recorded in history!
So, a Dancer combined with plant control?
It was like a jungle guardian Druid wearing pointe shoes and performing ballet, a comical image almost forming in Lena’s mind.
This had potential! Great potential!
“Hmm, what should I name it?”
Lena’s stocking-clad thigh pinned Ling Ling down as she pondered the next steps, continuing to tear the stockings from the little fox girl’s delicate feet.
The sweet, milky scent unique to young girls filled Lena’s nostrils. As they grew older, this sweet fragrance would gradually transform into an alluring, captivating aroma.
The so-called “foxy scent” referred to the foxkin’s indescribable charm.
Some possessed graceful figures, using their slender waists for pleasure; others had silver tongues and captivating eyes, making people lose themselves, drawn to them like moths to a flame, tearing at their clothes, experiencing a blissful sensation like being immersed in a hot spring.
Passively attracting people, passively releasing pheromones, passively gaining strength…
The foxkin, skilled at manipulating desires, were like vampire flies, feeding on the strong, draining their lifeblood before moving on to the next target.
However, the Ling Ling before Lena was still too young.
“As long as she gets through this stage, she should be fine.”
Lena looked at the delectable little fox girl, a troubled expression on her face.
She didn’t know this was Ling Ling’s estrus period. Otherwise, she would have prepared the Ice Worm Ointment in advance. After all, she had managed it in her past life. It was careless of her to forget this time.
“But on the bright side, this is Ling Ling’s first time, which means this naive little thing is starting to grow up, becoming an adult.”
Thinking about the changes in Ling Ling, Lena couldn’t help but smile.
What parent wouldn’t be happy to see their child grow?
Ling Ling was simply experiencing a normal physiological stage of foxkin adolescence. Lena had nothing to worry about, but rather, she was happy for her…
“The new profession can wait. Although it’s a physiological phenomenon, it still needs to be taken seriously.”
Lena decided to be a good mother, generously forgiving Ling Ling’s impulsive behavior.
She filled the bathtub with warm water, undressed Ling Ling, and gently wiped the sweat from her skin with a damp towel.
Ling Ling’s flushed skin was incredibly alluring. Lena carried the naked little fox girl to the bathtub, immersing her in the warm water. Only then could Lena avert her gaze, focusing on the smooth tiles beneath her feet.
“Just her first estrus and it’s already this intense. How did Ling Ling endure it before?”
Lena searched through her memories, piecing them together, pondering…
Finally, a scene flashed through her mind, like a surging tide.
In her past life, while fleeing the empire’s pursuit, every night, unknown to Lena, Ling Ling would bite down on a handkerchief, suppressing her desires. And to avoid disturbing Lena’s rest, she even took suppressants, delaying her estrus cycle. The side effect was excruciating abdominal pain, but Ling Ling never complained, burying her suffering deep within her heart, only daring to sob softly at night.
“To go to such lengths for me…”
Lena’s nose stung, and she suddenly felt unable to face Ling Ling. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could have helped you…”
It wasn’t that Ling Ling hadn’t wanted to mention it, but she had placed Lena’s well-being above her own.
To Ling Ling, Lena was everything, the fire in her life. Troubling Lena would mean spending more time dealing with her estrus, reducing their rest time and increasing the risk of exposure.
Ling Ling had carefully considered this before keeping it a secret.
Of course, if Lena had noticed sooner, Ling Ling would have told her without hesitation, and she wouldn’t have had to suffer so much.
Unfortunately, Lena’s realization came too late.
Ling Ling had collapsed in a pool of blood, dying at the hands of the empire, the light in her always lively eyes extinguished, her gaze empty and lifeless, staring blankly at something, as if waiting for someone’s return, yet also hoping that person would never return, escaping as far away as possible, protecting themselves…
“So foolish…”
Lena sighed, gently rubbing Ling Ling’s delicate belly, over and over again, as if trying to ease her pain.
“No, I’m the foolish one. I’m the one who hurt you… Ling Ling.”
She murmured, entering the bathtub and embracing the small girl she loved but didn’t dare to possess.
Her clothes were soaked, tears streaming down her face. Lena had never admitted to crying before; crying was a sign of weakness, something only the frail and helpless did, remaining weak and useless even after venting their grievances.
But this was Ling Ling.
She was willing to cry for Ling Ling, to grieve for her, to lower her pride and be truly “weak” for once.
“Miss… why are you crying?”
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