Category: Second Time Around, the Villainous Daughter Decides to Indulge First

Chapter 40: I Can!

Significant portions have been omitted due to potentially sensitive content.

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Angel turned her head in alarm, immediately intimidated by Lena’s Mana Surge form.

What immense magic power was required to sustain such a form? Was Lena planning to bully her in this state?!

Before she could think, a drop of scalding, viscous black magic dripped from Lena’s finger onto her soft, white skin.

“Ahh~” Angel cried out involuntarily, her voice like a lark’s song.

“They say the Holy and the Necromantic are natural enemies, sworn foes. What we’re doing, is it defying taboo, a testament to love?”

Lena’s finger traced patterns on Angel’s skin, and as for what she wrote…

“Ugh… who the hell is your kitten?!”

Angel reacted violently, clearly understanding the meaning of the words, but the ensuing madness was unavoidable…

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“I’m sorry, Mama, waaaah…”

“Don’t look at me, look at the camera, come on, smile.”

“Your daughter is unfilial, incompetent, waaaah…”

“Hmph~”

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Morning.

The gray-haired beauty by the bedside tied up her hair, her ample bosom straining against the thin sheet. She looked at the pink-haired girl clutching a pillow to her chest, her lips parting slightly:

“What? Not satisfied? If you’re not satisfied, you can find another way. I won’t treat Little White anymore.”

“No!”

Tears welled up in Angel’s lovely eyes. The mention of Little White being harmed immediately made her panic, tears streaming down her face.

Little White was her weakness. She would protect her mother’s legacy with her life.

“Lena…ha… if Ling Ling was also captured by villains, her life threatened, what would you do?”

Angel clutched her swollen belly, sitting up with difficulty, her eyes filled with pleading.

“I think you understand why you reacted the way you did, why you suddenly attacked me. But what if it were Ling Ling? Put yourself in my shoes. Why should I endure your dark desires, ugh…”

As she spoke, she almost gagged, covering her mouth to avoid losing her composure.

Lena parted her lips, tilting her head. “You’re asking me why?”

Angel nodded, tears streaming down her face. “I want to know.”

“Simple. Because you’re weak, because your family is inferior to mine, because you have a weakness in my hands, and you’re too weak to do anything about it. Understand?” Lena spoke sharply, her eyes like a predator eyeing its prey.

“Then let me reiterate my question, Lena.”

Angel wrinkled her nose, her petite frame now carrying a pregnancy-like fullness, thanks to Lena.

But she still didn’t blame Lena, only saying softly, “You didn’t want to bully me anymore, did you?”

“No…”

Lena’s dismissive “no” never left her lips.

Because the moment she spoke, Angel kissed her with all her might.

It was a slow kiss, easy to dodge, but Lena didn’t. Or rather, Lena hadn’t expected Angel to take the initiative, and Angel even returned the magic power Lena had given her.

Their lips parted, Lena’s fingertip resting on the spot where Angel had kissed her.

That gentle kiss, carrying the desperate courage of a cornered animal, made Lena look at Angel with new eyes.

True strength only emerged in the face of adversity; she had finally found Angel’s breaking point.

Lena cupped the back of Angel’s head, their bodies overlapping. This time, it was Lena’s initiative.

“Lena.” Angel’s eyes were red-rimmed, her voice barely a whisper.

“We can do it again if you want.”

Lena licked her bleeding lip; Angel’s kissing technique was terrible.

She chuckled. “Or take things further?”

Angel pushed aside her distracting thoughts, her voice serious. “Don’t say useless things, Lena. Do you even have a heart?!”

“Of course, listen.”

Lena pulled Angel’s limp body into her arms, her ear against Angel’s soft breast, letting her hear her strong heartbeat, like a sleeping beast snoring.

She murmured, “I have a heart, but I’ve lost my soul. My soul is far away, I can’t find it, because fate has already taken it. You can’t help me…”

“I can,” Angel insisted stubbornly.

“You can’t,” Lena opposed just as stubbornly.

“I can!”

“You…”

“I said…” Angel slowly released Lena’s lips, saying each word deliberately, “I can!”

Chapter 39: You Think You Won? Wrong!

With excitement, Lena channeled magic power into the recording stone.

Instantly, a black beam erupted, the stone projecting images onto the white wall like a projector.

Beautiful scenes unfolded, accompanied by a cheerful, rhythmic melody.

Judging by the MV’s progression, the main character should appear soon…

But Lena stared for a long time, the song’s intro almost over, yet there was no sign of the performance or the main character.

Lyrics, but no singer!

“What’s going on…?”

Just as Lena was about to switch it off in frustration, the scene suddenly changed. A small, pink, child-like figure toddled towards the recording stone and then took a bite…

The image disappeared.

Lena: “…”

That little girl just now… Angel?

There was no mistaking it, that sparse pink hair confirmed it was a young Angel. Wow, filming MVs before she could even speak properly, a true prodigy…

So, this black recording stone was Angel Cavendish’s dark history?!

“Quite cute.”

Lena chuckled, putting the stone away.

Such precious comedic material had to be viewed repeatedly, to torment the little idol’s mind and body, turning this dark history into a lifelong scar, a wound constantly reopened.

The thought of seeing Angel’s embarrassed expression brought a smile to Lena’s face.

She loved seeing people in awkward situations; it was irresistible.

“Um…”

The door opened a crack, and Angel peeked in. “Are you done watching…?”

Lena nodded. “A wonderful performance. The visuals, the music, the cinematography, all top-notch.”

“You really watched it all?!” Angel gritted her teeth, still clinging to a sliver of hope. “Even the very end?”

“Of course, I thought there would be a post-credits scene, but it was just a little girl crying for her mama.” Lena covered her mouth, giggling.

“Don’t laugh!”

Angel was mortified, rushing over to snatch the recording stone from Lena.

But Lena wouldn’t let her have her way. With a swift movement, she pulled Angel into her arms, her stocking-clad legs wrapping around Angel’s slender waist, pinning her down.

Lena sat on the floor, Angel lying on her lap, their eyes meeting, the atmosphere suddenly charged.

“I’ll laugh if I want to, what are you going to do about it?” Lena broke the silence, her tone filled with triumphant mockery, like a victorious general.

“Do as you please!”

Angel turned her head away in anger.

And right there was Lena’s skirt, a faint fragrance wafting up, an alluring scent that made Angel swallow.

Her heart skipped a beat, a blush rising on her cheeks. She struggled to sit up.

Lena tightened her grip, her shapely legs forming a cage around Angel’s body. “Trying to escape?”

“Let me go…”

“Hahahaha.”

“If you laugh again, I’ll bite you!” Angel warned.

“Go ahead.” Lena’s expression was indifferent. If an ordinary person’s teeth could injure her demonically reinforced body, she would consider herself unlucky…

“Hiss— Ow! Where the hell are you biting?!”

“Let me go!”

“Damn it!” Lena cursed.

Beneath her flat stomach, the red checkered skirt seemed to be moving, muffled sounds emanating from it, as if a small “tent” had been pitched.

And inside the tent wasn’t an Armstrong cannon, but a certain little idol’s head, pressed firmly against Lena’s lower abdomen.

“Mmm…”

A sudden weakness shot through Lena’s waist, draining her strength, leaving her body limp.

A sneak attack… that’s cheating!

Feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath the now transparent stockings, Angel had finally achieved her revenge, a complete victory.

She slowly sat up, saying somewhat sheepishly, “I didn’t actually bite you, don’t act like I bullied you.”

“You still say you didn’t bite…”

Lena clearly felt a strange power invading her body. Otherwise, how could she have been subdued by her enemy from her past life?!

No, she hadn’t been subdued, it was an accident!

Lena refused to believe she was that weak.

“Really, I just found the right spot and kissed it, maybe I hit a pressure point, and then you put on a little show.”

Angel feigned innocence, crawling closer to Lena and whispering, “It’s okay, they say good things come in small packages. Although it was short-lived, we can make up for it with quantity.”

What was that supposed to mean?!

Who was short-lived?!

Don’t spread rumors!

Lena recovered after a while, her vision clearing, her waist aching as if she had been carrying hundreds of pounds of cement.

“… “

Could it be, as Angel had said, that her defenses were low, so she had been taken advantage of in this accident?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Lena glared at Angel.

Angel sat obediently, her hands on her lap, unsure what to say to appease Lena.

She said softly, “It was my first time too, exchanging first times, not a bad deal…”

“Shut up!”

Lena’s eyes were practically spitting fire.

Your first time and my first time are not the same! I violated you because I wanted to, not like just now, a single kiss triggering a fountain of reactions!

However, she had to admit, Angel’s ability to seize opportunities was impressive, her learning ability and submissive behavior during the act were natural talents… Lena acknowledged this.

“Master~ don’t be angry~ it was my fault~”

Angel hugged her legs, a bright smile on her face.

“Why don’t you kiss me back? I won’t resist, here…”

She leaned closer to Lena’s lips, seemingly forgetting how Lena had treated her, constantly testing Lena’s defenses.

These words should have been effective, but Lena’s pride made them sound like a victor’s gloating speech, sharp and piercing.

Lena’s expression flickered, her lips pressed tightly together.

“Say something.”

The recording stone containing her childhood dark history rolled out of her pocket. Angel’s eyes lit up, an idea forming in her mind.

“Do you still want to watch?”

She took out several colorful recording stones from the bag and reluctantly handed them to Lena. “When I was little, my mother loved recording my life. I have many more of these. Do you want to see others?”

“Yes!”

Lena sneered.

Of course, she wanted to watch!

Not only watch, but also make Angel experience both physical and mental torment! To avenge that kiss!

Transforming into a master cleaner, she swept the clutter from the desk.

Lena pushed Angel onto the desk, pinching her soft, stocking-clad bottom. “How can we watch a movie without snacks? Let your mother see what her daughter has become…”

“What are you doing?!”

“I used to like computer peripherals, now I prefer internals.”

Lena chuckled, leaning in, her tongue tracing the shape of Angel’s lips.