Category: The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies

Chapter 270: What Does it Feel Like to Like Someone?

Why would Dorothy like her? Adele found herself lost in thought, which was rare for her.

Firstly, she hadn’t expected Kaiser to ask her such a direct question the first time they spoke.

Secondly, Dorothy’s fondness for her wasn’t something that could be explained in a few words.

More importantly, Adele couldn’t possibly tell Kaiser her secret of being a “transmigrator.”

Before transmigrating, there was only one reason why Dorothy would like “Adele.” First, she was beautiful; second, her blood was sweet. It was practically the way a beast chose a mate, focusing solely on appearance and utility, without any heart-to-heart communication. There was only the strong bullying and threatening the weak.

After the transmigration, the reason Dorothy continued to like Adele was obviously more than just Adele’s inherent beauty and sweet blood. That was possessiveness for an object, not even close to love.

So, if she were to talk about what happened between her and Dorothy, including some of her little “playing hard to get” maneuvers, there would be a lot to say. So she needed to think about how to make it up… no, how to tell it.

After a moment of contemplation, Adele realized she didn’t need to answer Kaiser’s question at all. It was her private business.

However, out of respect for Kaiser’s strength, Adele didn’t directly refuse. Instead, she chose to take the offensive!

“What does Dorothy liking me have to do with you?”

“Kaiser, do you like Dorothy?”

“Is that why you’re here to confront me?”

“I’ve heard about you constantly challenging Dorothy since you were young…”

“Could it be that you’re not trying to prove you’re stronger than her, but because you like her!?”

Kaiser was visibly stunned, hearing such a claim for the first time. Besides Adele, few dared to speculate about the relationship between Kaiser and Dorothy, the two most powerful Rank Ones.

Let alone say it directly to Kaiser’s face.

This wasn’t just a bold statement, it was a provocation. The other girls instantly tensed up. They watched Kaiser’s every expression and movement, ready to protect Adele at a moment’s notice.

Time ticked by in this tense atmosphere. Kaiser finally responded.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“I don’t understand emotions like ‘liking,’ and I’ve never liked anyone.”

“But many people like me and want me to ‘ravage’ them.”

Like Wen Xi, and many other high-ranking noble girls. Although Kaiser wasn’t emotionally intelligent, she was powerful, aloof, and had a great figure, making her the dream of countless young girls. They didn’t care if they would have nothing to talk about or if their personalities clashed in the future. All they wanted was to be conquered by a lioness like Kaiser, like a female beast, pinned down on a bed and purring.

“So, I can somewhat discern what the emotion of ‘liking’ is.”

“Perhaps it’s directly equivalent to ‘lust.’”

“So, I don’t like Dorothy. I don’t have those worldly desires for her.”

Kaiser interpreted “liking” so arbitrarily. It truly fit her personality as someone standing at the peak of power—that is, arrogant. She didn’t expect that her statement wouldn’t receive any approval from the girls around her.

But it did earn a snort of laughter from Adele.

“Pfft, haha!”

“Your words are laughable!”

“Someone who doesn’t even understand the meaning of ‘like’ is asking why others like me…haha!”

“Kaiser, I don’t know if you’ll be angry if I say this.”

“But to me, you standing before me right now… aren’t a true Bloodkin yet.”

“You can only be called a beast.”

The girl’s clear gaze met Kaiser’s furrowed brows, a rare sight. To be honest, Wofoo had never seen Kaiser like this. Her power was enough for her to handle anything in reality with ease.

Except for defeating Dorothy.

That was the reason why Kaiser was so concerned with, and obsessed with, defeating Dorothy.

But now, Adele had sparked the same concern and obsession in Kaiser. Perhaps not to the same extent yet. But Kaiser’s eyes showed that she had indeed begun to explore a new question.

This… this wasn’t good!

Kaiser could obsess over Dorothy all she wanted, because Dorothy was stronger than her. At least before they fought again, based on their previous battles, Kaiser was the weaker one.

But if Kaiser became fixated on Adele… Adele had no ability to tame this beast!

Thus, Wofoo couldn’t help but sweat for Adele, puzzled by her provocation of Kaiser. But even if she was puzzled, if Adele faced danger, she and Celeste would be the first “loyal dogs” to rush in front of their master to stop Kaiser.

But the clever Celeste chose to divert the conversation aside from direct confrontation.

“Why don’t we stop discussing this topic…”

“Kaiser, if we stay here, Dorothy will definitely come here after exploring other areas.”

“Then, you can fulfill your wish and duel her… wouldn’t that be better?”

“You know Dorothy can’t be eliminated before that.”

“Since that’s the case, there’s no need to argue over this…”

Unfortunately, Celeste’s attempt to ease the tension clearly failed. Because Kaiser was still frowning in thought, completely ignoring Celeste as if she were air. Perhaps in her heart, she also considered Celeste a weakling unworthy of attention. The strong should trample on the weak! Although Kaiser wasn’t that excessive, her arrogance was self-evident.

This, in turn, angered Adele. This led to the next scene, which shocked everyone.

“Hey! Celeste is talking to you!”

Adele suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Kaiser’s collar, and pulled her towards her. Although this attempt failed, and Kaiser didn’t budge, Adele had to stand on tiptoe, still glaring fiercely and adorably at Kaiser. But the courage she displayed in that moment, a courage ordinary people lacked, moved everyone present, including Kaiser.

She widened her wolf-like blue eyes slightly. Confusion gradually appeared in her eyes. What was this… This girl, who looked so weak, dared to confront her, someone far more powerful. She dared to step forward and face the anger she might unleash.

That was something even Sharon and Edith, who were beside her, couldn’t do. Could it be because of… “Liking?”

Kaiser couldn’t understand, but she was deeply intrigued. And because of Adele’s actions, the girl’s attention had completely shifted from “Why does Dorothy like Adele?” to “What is liking?”

But this question wasn’t unsolvable. Rather, it was being vividly demonstrated right before her eyes. The weak Adele, to protect Celeste, who seemed much stronger than her, actually scolded her…

The impact this had on Kaiser was even greater than when Dorothy defeated her. After all, no one had dared to defy Kaiser before. That was why she had grown into her current arrogant self.

“…Adele, you really surprise me.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“I don’t understand liking at all.”

“But you understand, and you acted on it.”

She turned to look at Celeste, the pressure of her tall figure making Celeste feel suffocated. But she was unusually unafraid, because the place in her heart that should have been filled with fear was now filled with the warmth of “Master protected me.” She no longer thought of compromising. Because she carried her master’s distress. This feeling was more important than anything else.

“Kaiser, what do you want to say?”

She asked coldly through gritted teeth, standing on the same front as her master.

Kaiser blinked, clearly noticing the change in Celeste. And this undoubtedly stemmed from Adele’s influence. She thought for a moment and replied.

“…I just want to say that what you just said makes a lot of sense.”

“I’ll accept your suggestion and wait here for Dorothy.”

Hearing Kaiser’s respectful reply to Celeste, Adele gradually loosened her grip on her collar. It was at this moment that Kaiser turned to look at Adele again.

She seemed completely oblivious to Adele’s offense. A glint of unreadable light flickered in her wolf-like blue eyes.

“But before that, I want to stay with you, Adele.”

“I want to know what it feels like to ‘like’ someone.”

“Huh???”

Chapter 269: Jealousy

“Kaiser!” Hearing Adele’s name from Kaiser’s lips, Wofoo’s heart leaped into her throat. She called out, her voice sharp, her usual deference replaced by a surge of protectiveness, a fierce loyalty to Adele, her “master,” mirroring Celeste’s own devotion. It was a bold move, a challenge to Kaiser’s authority.

Kaiser, however, seemed oblivious to the tension, or perhaps, given her overwhelming strength, she simply didn’t care. “What? Is there a problem?” she asked, her voice a low purr.

“…Please, don’t,” Wofoo pleaded, her courage faltering in the face of Kaiser’s power.

“Don’t what?” Kaiser’s brow furrowed, her sharp gaze like a blade. “I said, I’m just… curious about her.”

“Wofoo, we’re… acquaintances. I’ll give you face. Take me to her.”

“Otherwise,” she added, her voice hardening, “I’ll just eliminate you both and find her myself. It won’t be difficult.”

Kaiser’s bluntness, her casual disregard for their well-being, was a chilling reminder of the power she wielded. Wofoo’s status was insignificant, but their sparring sessions had forged a… connection, a grudging respect that Kaiser, in her own way, acknowledged. She didn’t want to lose Wofoo as a… companion, but Adele’s presence, the shift in Wofoo’s loyalty, threatened to sever that bond. And it fueled Kaiser’s curiosity. What was it about this Adele that captivated so many, that inspired such fierce devotion? Even Dorothy… Kaiser’s eyes darkened.

Celeste, sensing the danger, grabbed Wofoo’s arm, her fingers digging into the girl’s flesh, a silent command to stand down. Wofoo hesitated, her fangs grazing her lip, then reluctantly obeyed, taking a step back. Celeste stepped forward, forcing a smile.

“…We understand, Kaiser. We trust you won’t harm Adele. But if you deceive us, if you… disappoint us…” she paused, her voice hardening, “I promise you, we will make you regret it. Not just within the Secret Realm, but outside as well. We will hunt you down, even if it costs us our lives. Call it a threat if you want, but it’s simply… proof of our love for Adele. Our resolve.”

Kaiser, her expression unreadable, turned to Wofoo, her voice low and thoughtful.

“Even you, Wofoo, have developed such… resolve… in such a short time?” She was curious, intrigued. Wofoo, the lone wolf, had never shown such loyalty to anyone. She trusted only herself, her claws and fangs her only allies.

Kaiser had seen Wofoo’s dedication, her relentless training, the hours she spent honing her body into a weapon, her outward submissiveness a mask for the rage and resentment that simmered beneath the surface. And yet, this same girl, after just a few days with Adele, had… changed. She had become… Kaiser, not one for insults, struggled to find the right word. It wasn’t that she was kind, simply that she didn’t care. She was too strong, too aloof, to bother with such petty emotions. But now… she had to say it. Wofoo had become… like a dog. And she seemed… proud of it. It was… interesting.

………………

Wofoo didn’t answer, but her silence spoke volumes. Kaiser, not pressing the matter, followed Celeste and Wofoo towards Adele’s campsite. In the distance, she saw the flickering firelight and the figures gathered around it.

“So you’ve turned the Blood Trial into a camping trip,” Kaiser remarked, her voice a mix of amusement and… something else.

Wofoo glanced at her, then at Adele, a pang of guilt twisting in her gut. Had she… led a wolf into their den? The irony of the thought, coming from a werewolf hybrid, wasn’t lost on her.

Celeste smiled at Kaiser. “Everyone has the right to choose their own path,” she said, her voice smooth and diplomatic. “Some strive for power, others for peace. And my master, Adele, prefers to find… the joy in the mundane, the beauty in the ordinary. To live each moment to the fullest. That is her creed.”

Adele: …I didn’t even know I had a creed. But seeing Kaiser’s stunned expression… it seemed Celeste’s little speech had worked its magic.

Wofoo’s lips parted in surprise, then closed firmly, her teeth clenching. Big sister is amazing! she thought, her admiration for Celeste growing. Celeste, it seemed, had become her… mentor in the ways of… doghood? And Adele, naturally, was the alpha of their little pack.

Wofoo knew her place: the newest, lowest-ranking member. But rank among wolves wasn’t determined by age or experience, but by strength and loyalty. In Adele’s pack, it was about protecting Adele, about serving her needs. Wofoo would climb the ranks, she would prove herself worthy. She had always been driven, unwilling to accept her lowly status, even when faced with the harsh realities of their world.

“If she truly is as you say…” Kaiser said, her dark eyes gleaming with a strange light, “then I have to admit, she’s… remarkable.” It was the look of someone who had long been alone, who had finally found someone… interesting. Her eyes, usually described as black as ink, held a hint of deep blue, a predatory gleam that radiated power and a subtle, unsettling intelligence.

Celeste knew she couldn’t prevent Kaiser from meeting Adele. So she had elevated Adele’s status, hoping to pique Kaiser’s curiosity, to make her… hesitate. And if Adele’s… less-than-stellar qualities were revealed, if Kaiser was disappointed, perhaps she would simply walk away, her pride refusing to tolerate anything less than perfection. It was a gamble, a risky strategy, but it was the best Celeste could do.

Wofoo, however, didn’t grasp Celeste’s subtle maneuvering. Her wolfish eyes narrowed, and she tugged on Celeste’s skirt, a silent question: What do we do now?

Celeste, placing a reassuring hand on Wofoo’s, conveyed a silent message: I have everything under control.

They returned to the campsite, their minds filled with conflicting emotions.

Adele, Sharon, and Edith had already noticed their return, their gazes drawn to the tall figure beside them. Recognizing Kaiser, Adele’s brow furrowed in confusion, though she wasn’t afraid. She had her protectors, two powerful Sequence Ones, and she wouldn’t be intimidated, not anymore. And thanks to Wofoo, she now saw Kaiser not just as a rival, but as a bully, someone who had contributed to Wofoo’s suffering. She wouldn’t give Kaiser a warm welcome.

Edith and Sharon, however, were less confident. They knew Kaiser’s reputation, her monstrous strength, a force rivaled only by Dorothy and her otherworldly familiar. Even together, they wouldn’t be a match for Kaiser. Edith’s “Black Feathers” ability, though visually impressive, was a ranged attack easily countered by Kaiser’s close-combat prowess. And Sharon’s dream manipulation was useless against someone as mentally disciplined as Kaiser.

They both grabbed Adele’s arm as she made a move to… well, it wasn’t clear what she intended to do, but it involved raising her middle finger in Kaiser’s direction. Edith gently but firmly redirected Adele’s hand, turning it into a fist.

Kaiser, observing this strange interaction from afar, asked, “What are they doing?”

Celeste, forcing a smile, said, “My master is… welcoming you. She’s always so… graceful and polite.”

“…Is that so?” Kaiser, however, didn’t think Adele’s earlier gesture was a greeting. And why had Edith and Sharon stopped her?

“Aren’t they being… disrespectful?” she asked, her gaze fixed on Edith and Sharon.

Celeste’s smile faltered, but she managed to maintain her composure. “Y-yes,” she stammered, “Sequence Ones… they’re all like that. Arrogant. They probably think they’re your equals, descendants of the True Ancestors, so they don’t need to… greet you formally. That’s why they stopped Adele.”

“Tsk, how arrogant. I thought Lady Chen Xi’s granddaughter would be different.” It seemed Kaiser had expected more from Edith, and her disappointment was evident. Kaiser, having grown up surrounded by Sequence Ones in Twilight City, accepted Celeste’s explanation without question. She saw most of them as arrogant and weak, unworthy of their noble bloodlines. Edith had left Twilight City at a young age, and Sharon was a relative unknown. Kaiser had certain… expectations for them, perhaps even hoping for a worthy sparring partner. But so far, they had both been… disappointing.

Kaiser, surprisingly, seemed to trust Celeste. Perhaps it was the inherent confidence of the strong, their casual disregard for the weak, even their deceptions. Kaiser didn’t think anyone would dare to lie to her.

Wofoo, however, felt a cold sweat trickling down her back. She had seen Adele’s intended gesture, the universally recognized sign of disrespect, and she marveled at Celeste’s ability to spin such a blatant act into a sign of… politeness. Celeste… was truly a master of deception.

Adele, after a whispered consultation with Edith and Sharon, turned to face Kaiser, a “friendly” smile plastered on her face, though the twitch at the corner of her lips betrayed her true feelings. Thanks to Edith and Sharon’s hasty explanations, she had realized just how close she had come to causing a disaster. Her little act of defiance could have resulted in their entire group being wiped out by the terrifyingly powerful Kaiser. This was the oppressive aura of a Body Technique vampire… something Adele, accustomed to dealing with Ability Users and mages, hadn’t fully grasped.

She had to be careful, at least until Dorothy or Hermione arrived to… deal with this problem.

Celeste led Wofoo towards Adele, and the three of them faced Kaiser, a historic meeting between the diminutive Adele and the imposing Kaiser. Kaiser’s gaze, however, was filled not with hostility, but with curiosity and… a hint of anticipation. And Adele, returning her gaze with a gentle smile, seemed to confirm Celeste’s earlier description: a kind, gentle, and polite girl.

Kaiser extended her hand. “Hello, I’m Kaiser.”

“…I’m Adele. Nice to meet you.”

“You’re different from the rumors.”

“Different how?”

“They say you’re a… player, a heartbreaker, manipulative, arrogant, and spoiled. A bad girl, basically.”

“…” Adele’s smile froze. She couldn’t deny any of it.

Fortunately, Kaiser, her social skills as underdeveloped as ever, continued, “I appreciate that you’re able to see through those rumors.”

“It’s nothing,” Adele replied, forcing a smile.

“But they were right about one thing,” Kaiser continued, her gaze intense, “You have a certain… allure. And the fact that so many girls are devoted to you… it speaks volumes about your character. There’s something… I can learn from you. And more importantly,” she added, her voice lowering, her gaze locking with Adele’s, “I want to know how you managed to… capture Dorothy’s heart, Adele.”

Kaiser had finally revealed her true purpose.

This was what she was most curious about, what confused her the most!

Why would Dorothy fall for such a seemingly weak vampire girl?

Here, in the Secret Realm, free from the constraints of Twilight City’s social hierarchy, Kaiser finally had the chance to ask. Her own motivations were simple, pure: to defeat Dorothy. Despite her imposing physique, she was surprisingly… naive, her emotional development stunted by years of neglect and a single-minded focus on her rivalry with Dorothy.

She hadn’t experienced love, or even a fleeting infatuation; her feelings for Dorothy were those of a competitor, a grudging respect for a worthy opponent. So her interest in Adele, her obsession with understanding Dorothy’s affection for the girl, stemmed not from love or friendship, but from… jealousy.

The bitter sting of having her rival… stolen.

Chapter 268: Kaiser’s Arrival

If the pearl in her hand wasn’t real, Edith would have thought she was dreaming, a beautiful dream conjured by Sharon’s power. But it was real, a gift from Adele, a precious jewel born from suffering, finally brought into the light. Tears pricked at Edith’s eyes, but she held them back, unwilling to show weakness in front of Adele.

“Thank you… Adele,” she whispered, clutching the pearl tightly.

“I’ll treasure it.” She understood the message behind the gift, the silent promise of acceptance and forgiveness, and she vowed not to disappoint Adele.

Adele, watching her, felt a familiar twinge of embarrassment. These sentimental moments weren’t her forte. But as long as Edith understood, as long as she cherished the gift, that was enough. She turned to the others, only to be met with a chorus of disgruntled pouts.

“Master, you’re playing favorites…” Celeste grumbled, voicing the unspoken complaint of the others. Adele had disappeared into the tent with Edith, and now she had emerged with a pearl, a gift seemingly reserved only for Edith.

“Yeah!” Wofoo nodded, her wolf ears twitching. Even the usually docile Sharon puffed out her cheeks in protest.

Adele, surprised by their reaction, offered a hasty solution. “…Should I go back to the river and look for more clams?”

Their pouts deepened. That was hardly a solution!

“Okay, okay! I’ll get you all gifts after we leave this place!” Adele promised, her voice a playful appease. The girls, mollified by her promise, relaxed, their earlier resentment fading.

Edith, however, smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. It was the first time she had experienced such… preferential treatment. But she knew it was a fleeting moment, a whim of Adele’s, and she couldn’t allow herself to expect more. She would repay Adele’s kindness with unwavering loyalty. She busied herself preparing lunch – grilled fish, clams, and some river shrimp – her heart filled with a quiet gratitude.

As the food cooked, Edith, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, called out to Adele and the others, who were relaxing in the tent, “Adele, the fish is almost rea—!?”

Her words died in her throat as she saw the small figure standing before her, a child with Adele’s familiar pink eyes and delicate features.

“A-Adele!? What happened to you!?” Edith exclaimed, her mind reeling. It was a reaction shared by anyone familiar with Adele upon seeing Xiao Ai for the first time. But for Edith, the implications were… unsettling. If Adele had somehow become a child… did that make Edith… a pedophile? But she couldn’t abandon her feelings for Adele, not even if it meant facing… social ostracization.

Xiao Ai, oblivious to Edith’s inner turmoil, simply pointed at the sizzling fish on the grill and said, “Fishy, sister!”

Hearing the child speak, Edith noticed a crucial detail she had overlooked in her initial shock: Xiao Ai’s eyes were too pure, too innocent, unlike Adele’s. The realization that this child wasn’t Adele, but someone… or something… else, made Edith’s blood run cold. While “fishy” sounded like something Adele might say when acting cute (though she had never done so in front of Edith), the word “sister” was definitely out of character. Adele wasn’t that polite!

Adele: ? Are you polite? (Adele curses internally)

Edith, piecing together the clues, came to a seemingly impossible, yet likely, conclusion.

“You… you’re not Adele, are you?” she asked, taking a step back, her voice trembling slightly. She now saw Xiao Ai as some kind of creature of the Secret Realm, a spirit or an elf, perhaps, taking on Adele’s form.

Xiao Ai, not understanding Edith’s fear, simply reached for the fish, her “Mama’s” influence evident in her assertive behavior. But she underestimated the heat of the grill, and with a yelp, she pulled her hand back.

“Be careful!” Edith cried, her protective instincts overriding her fear. Even if this child was a creature of the Secret Realm, she couldn’t just stand by and watch her get hurt, not when she looked so much like Adele.

She examined Xiao Ai’s hand, relieved to find no burns.

“Well, well, getting along quite nicely, aren’t we?” Adele’s voice came from the tent, and Edith, as if seeing a savior, felt a wave of relief wash over her.

“Adele…” she began, her mind buzzing with questions.

But Adele, not giving her a chance to ask, explained everything, her encounter with Xiao Ai, the child’s strange abilities, her connection to the Secret Realm.

“Now you understand,” Adele said, her voice serious. “I’m only telling you this because I trust you. Don’t tell anyone, not even Lady Chen Xi.”

“You won’t betray me, will you, Edith?”

“N-no! Of course not!”

“Good, I trust you,” Adele said, then, picking up Xiao Ai, who was still eyeing the grilled fish, “Mama, fishy~,” she chanted, her persistence a perfect imitation of Adele’s own.

Adele chuckled and, taking another skewer, offered the slightly cooled fish to Xiao Ai, who took a bite, her face lighting up with a blissful expression.

“Yummy~”

Adele suspected that the first words Xiao Ai would learn would all be related to food. What a little foodie, unlike Adele herself… who was a big foodie.

Edith watched this exchange with a mix of bewilderment and… something akin to maternal affection. Xiao Ai’s existence was still a mystery, but if Adele had decided to care for her, then Edith would treat her as her own daughter. Edith, having known darkness, cherished the light, and she… would be a good mother. And now, she could practice, showering this child, this miniature version of Adele, with the love she had always longed to give.

……………

Except for introducing Xiao Ai to Edith, Adele rarely allowed the child to appear in her human form. Who knew if there were any vampires with enhanced vision lurking nearby, observing them? It was best to keep Xiao Ai hidden, at least until they returned to Cromwell Academy. Her priority now was escaping the Secret Realm. The trial wouldn’t last forever, and Adele, her initial enthusiasm waning, was ready to leave. If not for the promise she had made to her “wings,” she would have already used the True Ancestor’s rune to teleport out.

It was time to rest again. Wofoo volunteered to keep watch, and Celeste joined her. This left Sharon and Edith alone with Adele.

Wofoo knew that Celeste was trying to be fair, to share the burden of protecting their master. But if she were in Celeste’s position, she wouldn’t be so selfless, so willing to relinquish her time with Adele. It was a level of devotion Wofoo couldn’t quite comprehend, but she admired it nonetheless. “Celeste… is truly the most important person to Adele,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

“What makes you say that?” Celeste asked, her golden hair swaying gently as she walked beside Wofoo towards the edge of their campsite.

“Because… without Celeste,” Wofoo replied, her gaze fixed on the ground, “those who… love Adele… would be at each other’s throats.”

Celeste chuckled. “Do you really think I’m that capable?”

“…Yes,” Wofoo replied, her voice firm.

“Then my abilities, compared to Master’s, are nothing. She’s the one who holds us all together. I only helped her with a small matter, but she… she saved me.”

“…Adele saved me too,” Wofoo murmured, her voice filled with a quiet gratitude.

Just then, as she reminisced about her encounter with Adele, Wofoo’s ears perked up, her ash-gray hair lengthening and curling, her body tensing as her wolfish instincts kicked in. An intruder, a powerful presence, had entered her range. And the scent… was all too familiar.

“Celeste… it’s Kaiser… she’s coming.”

“What… !?” Celeste’s own memories of Kaiser were vivid, the girl’s imposing figure and overwhelming power a force to be reckoned with. Neither she nor Wofoo could hope to defeat her. “Wofoo,” she asked, her voice a nervous whisper, “can she be… reasoned with?”

Wofoo considered the question. Kaiser, though powerful, was still a vampire. A Body Technique vampire, her strength derived from within, unlike Familiar types, who borrowed power from otherworldly beings. It made the former seem more… honorable, the latter a cowardly reliance on external forces. But in reality, the borrowed power of a familiar was incredibly effective. Kaiser, despite her relentless challenges, had never been able to defeat Dorothy, whose familiar was simply too powerful.

“…She can be reasoned with,” Wofoo replied, her voice low, “provided you’re strong enough to make her listen.”

“So she’s unreasonable!” Celeste retorted, exasperated. This was bad. Very bad.

Before Celeste could devise a plan, however, Wofoo said, “She’s here.”

Celeste’s body tensed, her gaze fixed on the horizon, where a tall figure was approaching, her movements swift and decisive: Kaiser.

Wofoo had sensed her, but Kaiser had undoubtedly sensed them first, her heightened senses, honed through years of physical training, far surpassing even Wofoo’s enhanced werewolf senses.

“Fancy meeting you here, Wofoo,” Kaiser called out, her voice carrying across the distance, a clear, almost amplified sound that made it evident just how much control she had over her own power.

She didn’t need brute force; she had mastered the art of applying force precisely, efficiently, finding her opponent’s weaknesses and exploiting them. Body Technique vampires, through rigorous training, eliminated their own weaknesses, making their opponents’ vulnerabilities all the more apparent. And Kaiser, if she chose to unleash her full power, to break the “shackles” that limited her human form and embrace the demonic transformation known as “Blood Demonization,” could become a truly terrifying force. It was a technique few had mastered, a forbidden art that pushed the limits of the vampire body, granting unparalleled strength and speed. Wofoo, though possessing a similar berserker transformation through her werewolf heritage, couldn’t compare to Kaiser’s raw power.

Kaiser was, in every sense of the word, a boss battle, her strength far exceeding that of Wofoo and Celeste combined.

“K-Kaiser,” Wofoo stammered, her voice trembling slightly, “I don’t want to fight you.” She deactivated her partial transformation, her body relaxing, her eyes pleading.

Kaiser, however, continued her approach, her gaze fixed on Wofoo, a predatory glint in her eyes. “But according to the rules of the Secret Realm,” she said, her voice a low purr, “we’re competitors. It wouldn’t be right to… not settle things between us, would it?”

“…We can form an alliance, Kaiser,” Wofoo said quickly, desperate to avoid a confrontation. She wasn’t ready to leave the Secret Realm, not yet, not before she had… something with Adele.

She exchanged a look with Celeste, took a deep breath, and then continued, “I know I can’t offer you much, but… we have others. Edith, Lady Chen Xi’s granddaughter, and Sharon, True Ancestor Snyder’s descendant. They are both powerful Sequence Ones. That… should be enough to form an alliance with you, Kaiser! Together, we can eliminate the other vampires, monopolize all the Blood Essence in the Secret Realm, even the legendary treasure!” If that treasure even existed. But it made for a convincing argument.

Kaiser seemed to consider Wofoo’s offer, her silence making both Wofoo and Celeste tense. Kaiser finally reached them, her gaze sharp and calculating, her wolf-like aura making Wofoo’s body stiffen. Celeste had only heard rumors of Kaiser’s strength; she had never experienced it firsthand. And Wofoo, who had once served as Kaiser’s sparring partner, knew the true extent of her power.

Kaiser had often allowed Wofoo to use her berserker transformation while Kaiser herself fought with restrained strength, relying solely on her honed reflexes and unmatched skill. And she had never lost. Wofoo’s greatest achievement had been leaving a single scratch on Kaiser’s cheek, a lucky blow landed during a moment of desperation. The memory of that encounter, the chilling realization of Kaiser’s overwhelming power, still made Wofoo shudder.

Kaiser finally spoke, her gaze fixed on Wofoo, a playful glint in her eyes. “Edith and Sharon…” she mused, her voice a low purr, “and Adele, isn’t it? You wouldn’t have gathered like this… unless it was for her.”

A cold sweat trickled down Wofoo’s back. She hadn’t expected Kaiser to see through her deception so easily.

“So,” Kaiser continued, “the alliance can wait. Take me to her first.”

“I’m… quite interested in her.”

Chapter 267: The Clam and the Pearl

Edith received Adele’s “gift,” her first time, though it wasn’t exactly a pleasurable experience. Adele wasn’t gentle, her touch rough, almost brutal. Only once, for a fleeting moment, did Adele soften, her pink eyes filled with a surprising tenderness as she leaned down and kissed away the tears that welled up in Edith’s eyes. It was a brief respite, a moment of warmth that Edith clung to, savoring its sweetness amidst the pain.

At first, Adele used only her fingers, the stretching a tolerable discomfort. But as a second finger joined the first, and then a third threatened to follow, Edith’s body tensed, her skin slick with a cold sweat. She didn’t resist, however, her body instinctively yielding to Adele’s will. Adele murmured something, a comment Edith didn’t quite catch, and then, thankfully, relented, withdrawing her fingers.

But the ordeal wasn’t over. Adele’s tail, a vibrant pink appendage tipped with a heart-shaped barb, now took its turn, its sinuous movements a relentless exploration of Edith’s sensitized flesh. It was a sensation unlike anything Edith had experienced, a sudden, overwhelming pressure that made it difficult to breathe. She clung to Adele, her fingers digging into the girl’s back, careful not to cause pain, her body lost in a whirlwind of pain and pleasure.

After what felt like an eternity, Adele finally withdrew, her body shimmering with a pink aura as she cleaned herself with magic and redressed. Edith lay on the tent floor, her body curled up, trembling slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Adele looked down at her, a flicker of… something in her eyes, a mix of satisfaction and… regret? “Remember this day, Edith,” she said softly. “This… belongs to us, to Edith and Adele.” Then, without waiting for a reply, she left the tent.

Edith lay there, her mind replaying Adele’s words, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their encounter.

I will remember, she thought, a silent promise, a vow of… something. Gratitude, perhaps, for Adele’s decision, for the pain and the pleasure, for the strange sense of… connection she now felt. If Edith had been stronger, perhaps she would have made the same choice as Adele, claimed the girl for herself.

But Adele’s rough handling, her almost brutal passion, had served a purpose. It had broken down Edith’s carefully constructed walls, revealing a hidden vulnerability, a desperate yearning for… something more. Perhaps, Edith mused, it had all been a deliberate act, a calculated cruelty designed to… awaken something within her, to forge a deeper connection, a bond that transcended their usual roles. Adele had wanted Edith to feel her, not just on the surface, but deep within, a possession that went beyond the physical, a claiming of her body and soul.

And she had succeeded. Edith’s mind was filled with images of Adele, her body still carrying the scent of the girl, the lingering traces of their encounter a brand upon her soul.

………………

Some time later, Edith sat up, her purple hair disheveled, her eyes still hazy with the afterglow. Her body was covered in marks, her clothes rumpled, her white panties pulled down to her ankles, the dried stains a testament to their passionate encounter. She looked… ravaged, a mixture of vulnerability and a strange, decadent beauty, the image of innocence defiled. And yet, she found herself… strangely pleased. If not for the fear of Adele facing the other girls’ judgment, she wouldn’t have bothered to clean herself, to erase the marks Adele had left upon her.

She finally redressed, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring the lingering scent of Adele on her skin. Except for the slight daze in her eyes, she looked like any other noble vampire student, her carefully constructed composure masking the turmoil within.

She emerged from the tent, drawing the attention of the others.

Celeste smiled at her. In the past, she had disliked Edith, jealous of the girl’s hold on Adele, her “Mother.” But the current Edith, transformed by Adele’s touch, seemed different, her earlier arrogance replaced by a quiet vulnerability. Celeste felt a pang of… something akin to sympathy.

Wofoo, however, simply glanced at Edith, her gaze unreadable.

Sharon blushed and quickly looked away, her imagination conjuring up images of what must have transpired within the tent, her own desire for Adele flaring. Adele’s getting a little too wild, she thought, a touch of jealousy mixing with her admiration. Couldn’t she have waited… and included me?

But even so, Sharon had no complaints. She knew Adele was a dazzling star, and to be bathed in her light, to even briefly touch that star, was a blessing. The starlight couldn’t shine for her alone.

Adele, oblivious to their scrutiny, was playing by the river, her laughter echoing in the air. Edith joined the others, sitting beside Sharon, the two having shared a brief moment of connection earlier. Wofoo remained apart, her wolfish instincts keeping her at a distance. She sat near Celeste, however, almost close enough to touch the golden retriever’s hair. Perhaps wolves, despite their reputation for solitude, also craved companionship, a pack to belong to. Had she chosen Celeste as her… alpha?

Edith, like Sharon, mostly kept to herself, occasionally exchanging a few whispered words with Celeste.

Sharon, scooting closer to Edith, asked shyly, “So… was it… good?” Based on her own experience, Adele was a gentle and considerate lover, always careful not to cause pain. It had been a while since she and Adele had been intimate, however, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of… longing.

Edith, after a moment’s hesitation, replied, “…It was… nice.”

Ignoring the pain and the… forceful nature of their encounter, it had indeed been pleasurable, her body surprisingly sensitive to Adele’s touch. It had felt as if she were made of water, Adele the skilled musician coaxing a melody from her, each note a tremor of pleasure, a wave of sensation that left her trembling.

“I’m so envious…” Sharon murmured, her eyes sparkling. She felt no jealousy, only a pure, unadulterated yearning.

Edith, however, glanced at Sharon with a strange look. Sharon’s small, delicate frame… could she really handle Adele’s… enthusiasm? Or perhaps Sharon had hidden depths, a secret strength that could withstand even the most… vigorous attention?

“It’s… nothing to be envious of,” Edith said softly. “In fact, I envy you.”

“I… made a mistake. I almost lost Adele’s forgiveness.”

“If only I could go back, I wish… I wish I were as pure and innocent as you in Adele’s eyes.”

Sharon, unsure how to respond, simply reached out and gently stroked Edith’s long, purple hair. “It’s very soft,” she said, her voice a gentle reassurance. “Adele must like it very much.”

“…Thank you.” Edith’s heart warmed at Sharon’s words, her earlier sadness fading slightly. If Adele really did like her hair… that would be wonderful.

“What are you talking about?” Adele asked, returning with a basket full of fish, her gaze on Edith and Sharon, who were whispering together.

“N-nothing!” Sharon replied quickly, blushing and avoiding Adele’s eyes.

Edith, however, met Adele’s gaze, her purple eyes clear and bright, no longer clouded by the haze of their earlier encounter. She was about to explain, to tell Adele the truth, but Sharon frantically waved her hands, trying to silence her. It was Adele, however, who interrupted them. She reached into the basket and, with a gasp, pulled out a large clam.

“Ow…!”

“What’s wrong, Adele!?” Edith asked, jumping to her feet, her concern evident.

The other girls also expressed their worry.

But Adele simply smiled mischievously. “Hehe, it’s nothing!” She had just been testing their reactions. Didn’t she know the story of “The Boy Who Cried Wolf”? Or perhaps she simply trusted them implicitly. The girls, though slightly exasperated, couldn’t help but smile at her playful antics.

Adele held up the clam, its shell slightly ajar. She had only pretended to be bitten. “Celeste, this is for you, make it delicious!”

“Mmm, I will,” Celeste replied, taking the clam.

“And Edith…”

“Eh…” Edith looked up, surprised. She hadn’t expected Adele to single her out, especially with Celeste and Sharon present. She stood, her hands clasped nervously, waiting for… whatever Adele had in mind.

Adele reached out, took Edith’s hand, and placed a shimmering pearl in her palm.

Edith’s eyes widened, her hand trembling as she held the pearl. Adele gently closed her fingers around it.

“I was very lucky,” she said softly, “this clam had a pearl inside. Do you know how pearls are formed, Edith?”

“…”

“Pearls, though precious and beautiful, are formed around… irritants, parasites, or grains of sand trapped between the clam’s mantle and its shell.”

“The clam, feeling the pain, the irritation, secretes nacre, layer upon layer, to protect itself.”

“It’s only through this suffering that something… ugly and unwanted… can be transformed into something beautiful.”

“And in this process, how much pain and torment must the clam endure… to create such a beautiful pearl?” It sounded like a question for Edith, but Adele didn’t seem to expect an answer. She simply closed Edith’s fingers around the pearl.

“Now, it’s yours, Edith.”

Chapter 266: Do You Want Me?

“A-Adele…!” Wofoo woke up feeling incredibly embarrassed. Adele was holding a freshly roasted deer leg in front of her nose, tempting her awake with its savory aroma. And, to Wofoo’s mortification, she had actually drooled!

She quickly wiped her mouth and fled the tent, seeking refuge by the river to splash cold water on her face. As her mind cleared, she realized with a jolt that several uninvited guests had arrived at their campsite while she slept. Though she sensed no hostility, her wolf ears perked up, her body instinctively tensing, ready to defend Adele. A wave of guilt washed over her; she had failed in her duty as Adele’s protector.

Adele emerged from the tent, a half-eaten deer leg in hand. “Wofoo… they’re not enemies!” she said, her mouth full. They were, in fact, more like… family.

“Sorry, Adele…” Wofoo murmured, already realizing her mistake, but the guilt lingered. She had to at least appear contrite.

Adele, ever the gracious host, introduced everyone. Handing the deer leg to Celeste, she first approached Sharon, wrapping an arm around the silver-haired girl’s shoulders and giving her a quick kiss, a reward for their reunion.

“This is Sharon,” Adele announced, her voice full of playful affection, “Cromwell Academy’s famous Dream Eater. Isn’t she cute?” The “famous” part was an exaggeration; Sharon was a relatively low-key Sequence One. But Sharon, flattered by the attention, blushed and murmured, “A-Adele…” Public displays of affection were still a bit overwhelming for her.

Wofoo, unsure what a “Dream Eater” was, looked at Sharon with a mix of curiosity and awe. Perhaps it was a title on par with “Ice Queen” or “Vampire Princess”?

“And this is Wofoo,” Adele continued, turning to Sharon, “a werewolf-vampire hybrid!” The pride in Adele’s voice, her open acceptance of Wofoo’s mixed heritage, made Wofoo’s heart ache with a strange mix of gratitude and longing. It was the first time anyone had acknowledged her dual nature without a hint of disdain.

Sharon, shyly but sincerely, greeted Wofoo. “Hello… Wofoo, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, rabbit!” Adele added, a playful non sequitur that only she seemed to find amusing.

“Nice to meet you,” Wofoo replied, her gaze shifting to the quiet figure standing beside Adele. She recognized the girl, even without an introduction.

Edith, Lady Chen Xi’s granddaughter, had become a prominent figure in Twilight City, her newfound status a consequence of her grandmother’s awakening. Lady Chen Xi, eager to make amends for her long absence, showered Edith with attention, introducing her to influential vampires, paving the way for Edith’s rise within the vampire hierarchy.

Rumors of Edith’s power and influence had spread, even reaching other mixed academies, where the strength and talent of human students were well-known. The young vampires of Twilight City now clamored for Edith’s attention, eager to associate themselves with the rising star.

Edith, however, only had eyes for Adele, her “Mother,” her heart aching with a longing she couldn’t express. She had been searching for an opportunity to be alone with Adele, but until now, none had presented itself. She had been lucky to encounter Sharon in the Secret Realm, and even luckier that Sharon had found traces of Celeste, eventually leading them to Adele. She looked at Adele expectantly, hoping for a grand introduction, a public acknowledgment of their… unique relationship.

“And this is Edith,” Adele said simply.

“…” It was a surprisingly plain introduction, devoid of any of the usual fanfare, not even mentioning Edith’s “Black Veil” moniker. But perhaps Edith no longer needed such titles.

Edith, though slightly disappointed, understood. She had almost committed an unforgivable act against Adele, against other girls, and now, any kindness Adele showed her was a blessing, a chance at redemption.

“Hello, Wofoo,” Edith said softly.

“…Hello,” Wofoo replied, sensing the subtle differences in Adele’s affections, the varying degrees of intimacy.

Celeste was clearly the favorite, Adele’s most trusted companion, her loyalty absolute, her devotion unwavering. Wofoo had learned much from Celeste, and if not for her own shyness, she might have already addressed Adele as “Master.”

Then there was Sharon, who seemed to hold a special place in Adele’s heart, their bond forged through shared experiences, a story of redemption and acceptance.

And lastly, Edith, whom Adele treated with a certain… distance, their interactions polite but not particularly warm. Perhaps, Wofoo mused, Edith had committed some transgression, a secret known only to her and Adele. The thought made Wofoo reflect on her own actions, her own near betrayal of Adele. If she hadn’t come to her senses, she might have also fallen from grace, her selfish desires severing the fragile bond she had formed with Adele.

Though Adele didn’t understand Wofoo’s sudden shift in demeanor, her newfound submissiveness, the introductions were made, the connections forged, the seeds of a new alliance planted. Though it would take time for them to truly understand each other, their shared affection for Adele was a strong foundation.

Sharon and Edith, after entering the Secret Realm, had focused solely on finding Adele. They avoided other vampires whenever possible, only engaging in combat when necessary. Sharon, a Dream Eater, specialized in mental manipulation, her powers most effective against unsuspecting or sleeping opponents.

She had encountered a few vampires, lulling them to sleep and then… leaving them undisturbed, even adjusting their positions for maximum comfort. It wasn’t exactly the behavior of a ruthless assassin, but Sharon, despite her past experiences with bullying, had retained a kind heart, a reluctance to inflict unnecessary harm.

Edith’s experience was different. Before meeting Sharon, she had encountered a Sequence One vampire, a descendant of Snyder, who had offered an alliance. Snyder’s lineage was vast, but his truly exceptional descendants were few, none comparable to Hermione, the sole heir to a powerful bloodline, a prodigy destined for greatness. The girl who had approached Edith was a relatively ordinary Sequence One, her bloodline noble, but her talent unremarkable.

Edith could have easily defeated her, but she had declined the alliance, unwilling to waste time or risk making enemies. So, without engaging in a single battle, she had continued her search for Adele.

“Not bad,” Adele said, glancing at Edith, a noncommittal assessment that made Edith’s heart flutter. She smiled at Adele, but Adele had already turned away, her attention elsewhere. It was… disappointing.

Neither Edith nor Sharon had expected to find Adele already camped out with Wofoo and Celeste, their leisurely demeanor a stark contrast to the urgency of the trial. It seemed Adele had turned the Blood Trial into a picnic.

“I was just following the plan, staying safe and waiting for you,” Adele explained, though it wasn’t entirely true. Her initial intentions had shifted, her priorities changing after meeting Xiao Ai. After a moment’s hesitation, she decided to reveal Xiao Ai’s existence to Sharon and Edith, pulling Edith into the tent for a private conversation.

The other girls exchanged curious glances. A private meeting in broad daylight… isn’t that a bit… much? And why not with them?

Wofoo’s enhanced hearing picked up every sound from within the tent, but, remembering Celeste’s words, and her own recent… experience with Adele, she resisted the urge to eavesdrop, her wolf ears drooping. Sharon, however, couldn’t resist staring at Wofoo’s ears, her own experience limited to touching First Snow’s incredibly soft fur. She wondered if Wofoo’s ears were equally… pettable. But she lacked Adele’s boldness, her willingness to… initiate such contact.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere between Adele and Edith was tense. Adele, after releasing Edith’s hand, simply stared at the girl, her silence a challenge, an unspoken question. It was up to Edith to break the ice, to make the first move, to prove her loyalty.

This moment would determine whether Adele revealed Xiao Ai’s secret. Her gaze was steady, not predatory, not judgmental, but… searching, probing the depths of Edith’s soul. It was time to break down the facade, to shatter the illusion of their role-playing game, the comfortable distance it had provided. It was a necessary step, a test of Edith’s true allegiance. Could she abandon the “Mother” persona and accept Adele for who she truly was?

Edith, overwhelmed by the intensity of Adele’s gaze, clutched her head, her body trembling.

Adele’s eyes softened with pity, but also with a growing disappointment. If Edith couldn’t handle this, if she couldn’t move past their established roles… then perhaps their paths were destined to diverge. You can be the Black Feather Society president, Adele thought, and I’ll continue being the pampered darling of my harem. We’re simply not meant to be.

But then, Edith, her eyes red and swollen, lunged, tackling Adele to the ground. She sat on Adele’s waist, her shoulders shaking, tears streaming down her face, hot droplets landing on Adele’s cheeks. Adele, usually so sensitive to touch, so easily annoyed, felt no resentment, only a strange sense of… understanding. She didn’t call for help; she sensed no malice in Edith’s actions, only a desperate, heartbroken plea. She stared at Edith’s tear-streaked face, the elegant mask crumbling, the carefully constructed composure shattered. Who was she crying for? Adele knew the answer.

“So… what’s your answer?” Adele asked, her voice calm, though the tears on her own cheeks made it seem as though she, too, was crying. It was a strange, silent conversation, a question asked and answered not with words, but with tears.

“I don’t know… I really don’t know…” Edith choked out, burying her face in Adele’s chest, her voice muffled. What did she want to hear? Edith’s answer, however, disappointed Adele. She hadn’t chosen a side, clinging to the comfort of their shared delusion, unable to face the reality of their situation. Adele sighed and reached out, her hand gently stroking Edith’s hair, a silent offering of comfort.

“There, there, my Edith…” she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. “My dear daughter, don’t cry…” Even if their paths diverged, Edith would at least have this memory, this fleeting moment of warmth and acceptance. Adele would play the role of the loving mother one last time, a comforting presence in Edith’s troubled mind.

But then, something unexpected happened.

Edith, rejecting the familiar comfort of their role-play, lifted her head, her tear-streaked face a mask of anguish and determination. Her eyes, though red and swollen, held a newfound clarity, a strength Adele hadn’t seen before.

“Adele…” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

“You’ve always… given me a choice…”

“I thought I could always… always give you the answer you wanted…”

“But now… I’m sorry…!”

“I can’t do it anymore.”

“But… but Adele!”

“You can do it, only you can.”

“Can you… make the decision for me, Adele…?”

“Please…”

“It’s not my choice to stay or leave…”

“It’s your choice – do you want me… or not?”

A me, devoted only to you.

………………

Edith’s answer surprised even Adele. Edith had two choices: abandon her past or abandon her future.

Either path offered a clear resolution. But choosing neither, clinging to both, was the worst kind of indecision. Sometimes, wanting both meant losing both. Adele had assumed Edith would be unable to choose, but Edith had flipped the script, placing the burden of choice on Adele. The choice Adele had offered Edith was now Adele’s own.

It was… strangely amusing.

Adele gazed into Edith’s tear-filled eyes, their purple depths now clear and bright, reflecting Adele’s own image – small, beautiful, and strangely… powerful. Is this how she sees me? Adele wondered. But more than that, she saw acceptance in Edith’s eyes, a silent surrender, a willingness to trust Adele with her future.

Adele, touched by Edith’s vulnerability, her initial irritation replaced by a reluctant tenderness, said, “Since you’ve put it that way… whether I choose to keep you or not… you’ll accept any pain… right?”

Edith’s lips trembled, and after a moment, she closed her eyes, a silent nod, tears streaming down her face.

Adele’s judgment, then, would not be spoken, but shown.

A flicker of crimson lust appeared in her eyes. A pink aura enveloped her, and she pushed Edith down, pinning her shoulders to the ground, the sound of bone against earth a stark counterpoint to Edith’s soft gasp of pain.

Adele showed no mercy, her body and mind consumed by a raw, untamed desire. Pink, bony wings unfurled from her back, no longer fragile but powerful, their movements sharp and precise. A slender tail, tipped with a heart-shaped barb, extended from her tailbone, its movements sinuous, predatory. It wrapped around Edith’s ankles, her knees, then snaked beneath her skirt, leaving red marks on her thighs as it probed…

But Adele swatted it away with a swift, impatient gesture.

Not yet, she thought, her gaze fixed on Edith’s tear-filled eyes, the vulnerability in their depths a potent aphrodisiac. She wouldn’t let her tail have Edith’s first time.

Adele’s fingers, however, were less restrained, finding their way beneath Edith’s skirt, exploring the soft, hidden folds of her flesh. Though they had role-played before, their intimacy had never gone this far. Adele was, despite her witch powers, surprisingly… pure. She hadn’t wanted to… taint Edith completely. But Edith, it seemed, had other plans. She had placed her fate in Adele’s hands.

And Adele, always one for simplicity, for claiming what she desired…

She chose to keep Edith.

The president of the Black Feather Society, Lady Chen Xi’s granddaughter, a girl with vast connections and resources… Edith was a valuable asset, one Adele couldn’t afford to lose. Whether out of pity or a cold calculation of Edith’s usefulness, it was better to keep her close, to bind her to Adele, than to cast her aside.

With her decision made, Adele surrendered to her desires.

Her fingers… delved deeper.

Edith’s body convulsed, her hands clutching at the ground, her fingernails digging into the earth, drawing blood. Adele showed no mercy, her touch both possessive and… exploratory. Edith, her initial pain giving way to a wave of pleasure, moaned softly, her body arching against Adele’s.

Adele, with this act, had made her choice.

— She had claimed Edith.

***

Chapter 265: A Night of Wolf and Dog p2

Wolves would hurt people.

But dogs wouldn’t, as long as the other party was someone their master cared about.

Celeste’s words vaguely meant that she saw Wofoo as one of her own.

But Celeste’s forgiveness of Wofoo…

Didn’t mean that Adele’s punishment should stop.

And Wofoo didn’t have such expectations, but soon, the weight on her head lightened.

The girl slowly retracted her jade-like foot clad in white silk stockings. When it brushed past Wofoo’s ears, her ears instinctively twitched.

After putting on her shoes, Adele immediately came to Celeste’s side and, as if the previous kiss wasn’t satisfying enough, took Celeste’s lips into her own.

Ignoring Wofoo, who was right behind them, and Celeste, after a brief moment of surprise, quickly understood her master’s intention.

She began to put aside all other thoughts and focused on the pleasure with her master.

Just like they always did.

It wasn’t a deliberate performance or a show of affection.

It was simply because they saw the person they liked, so they were moved. After all, Adele’s desires had always been quite strong.

And after becoming a Lust Witch, it was even more so.

If she wanted, she could spend all twenty-four hours a day either cuddling or on her way to cuddle.

But that would be a bit absurd.

Her affection wasn’t just physical, but also emotional.

This could be seen from the fact that after coming to this world, after so long, she only cuddled with the girls in her harem.

Although she was affectionate, she wasn’t promiscuous.

It wasn’t just about looks, figure, or skill in bed that could catch her eye.

Soon, even an ordinary kiss couldn’t satisfy Adele.

She pushed Celeste down.

Then, in the small space inside the tent, besides Wofoo’s silent breathing…

There were only waves of seductive moans and sweet nothings.

Mixed with other indescribable sounds.

Like the gentle flow of water…

After an unknown amount of time, Celeste was satisfied.

But Adele’s desire, once ignited, wasn’t so easily extinguished.

At this moment, Wofoo was still kneeling, she hadn’t moved at all from beginning to end.

Oh no, there was a change… but it was in the girl’s most private and unknown corner.

Adele gave Celeste, whose face was covered in a thin layer of sweat, one last kiss.

Then she got up, stepped on the clothes scattered on the tent floor, and came to Wofoo’s side.

She reached out…

…

“Ah~”

Wofoo’s reaction was intense, just a single touch from Adele made her body tremble uncontrollably.

And Adele leaned closer to Wofoo’s ear…

Right next to her sensitive wolf ear, and whispered,

“Aren’t you already… very wet?”

As one could imagine, Wofoo, during this time, whether peeking or eavesdropping…

In short, she had completely fallen.

At this moment, she no longer felt jealous of Celeste.

She just longed…

Longed to be like Celeste.

But what Adele didn’t give, she couldn’t take.

The fact that Wofoo could realize this already made Adele very satisfied.

And her actions of approaching and teasing Wofoo…

Meant that Adele had completely forgiven Wofoo.

Her punishment was over.

What followed…

Was the reward.

The reward for Wofoo being successfully “tamed.”

A long night, with cuddles as companions.

Although there was no concept of a long night in the Secret Realm…

But as long as Adele wanted, any moment could be a long night.

Suitable for cuddling with the beautiful girls she liked~

Adele’s second round, her opponent was the cute werewolf hybrid.

She clearly had the face and figure of a dominant one…

But the shy expression she showed when being conquered was also a masterpiece.

After Celeste had rested for a while…

She also shyly joined Adele and Wofoo.

This time, it was Adele’s turn to be pushed back.

“Celeste… you… you bad dog!”

“Wofoo, ugh~”

“You two, don’t… don’t keep focusing on there… ah!”

“I’ll make you regret this… ugh~”

Whether Adele actually made them regret it in the end…

No one knew.

Only after they were exhausted did Wofoo clean the three of them with water magic.

Adele was too tired, she collapsed onto Wofoo’s soft and large hoodie in the tent, using it as a blanket, curling up her small and cute body and falling asleep.

As for Celeste and Wofoo, they couldn’t help but look at each other at this moment.

Their eyes were filled with complex emotions, the shyness after the passion.

With Wofoo’s personality, she definitely couldn’t handle her relationship with Celeste properly.

She didn’t know how she, as the newcomer, should treat Celeste, or what to talk about, how close they should be, how to interact in daily life, and so on…

Fortunately, Celeste had a sense of responsibility and a forgiving heart.

So she looked at Wofoo with friendliness and encouragement.

“…”

Wofoo lowered her head shyly, Celeste had just seen the most embarrassing scene of her life.

Similarly, Wofoo had also seen Celeste’s seductive charm.

Suddenly, Celeste leaned close to Wofoo’s ear, which triggered Wofoo’s allergic reaction. She was startled, her shoulders trembling, her ears instantly turning into “airplane ears.”

It wasn’t until Celeste whispered urgently,

“Don’t misunderstand…”

That Wofoo didn’t overreact.

“I just want to discuss with you about protecting our sleeping master.”

Celeste’s gaze towards the sleeping Adele was gentle and soft, filled with complete and utter devotion.

“The Secret Realm isn’t safe, we both know that, so while Master is resting, we have to take on the responsibility of keeping watch.”

In a sense, this was similar to a dog “guarding the house.”

Celeste was thoughtful, while Wofoo, having just joined this “family,” was a bit clueless.

But it wasn’t her fault, training always took a long time.

One couldn’t expect to completely transform a person’s body and mind in an instant.

Not to mention that Wofoo also represented the naturally rebellious werewolves.

After hearing Celeste’s explanation, Wofoo’s mood calmed down a lot.

Her voice was hoarse, her deep blue eyes still downcast, as if she didn’t dare to look at Celeste, who was too dazzling.

“…I’ll keep watch, you stay… and rest with Adele…”

The girl’s sentence was slightly broken, Celeste didn’t know why.

But only Wofoo herself knew that she was hesitating…

Hesitating about whether to call Adele “Master.”

It seemed that Wofoo had learned something from Celeste, which was a good thing.

But Adele didn’t need her to do that.

It was Celeste who had put too much pressure on Wofoo, causing her to unconsciously imitate Celeste, seeing Adele as a master who required loyalty and a lover who deserved complete devotion.

Wofoo secretly swore in her heart.

One day, she would be like Celeste… even better!

Celeste never thought that she would become Wofoo’s role model in this place.

“That won’t do, we’ll each take turns…”

Celeste wanted to balance their contributions and rest, ensuring that everyone fulfilled their duty to protect their master while conserving their energy.

But Wofoo didn’t need this so-called fair distribution.

She walked out of the tent and sat down where they had built the bonfire and grilled the fish, starting to be on guard.

Not caring that she was only wearing a black sports bra.

No matter how you looked at it, it was too thin.

And the wind in the Secret Realm was also cold.

Fortunately, Wofoo’s blood was still hot from the passionate… lovemaking they had just done.

Plus, as a werewolf hybrid, her resistance to cold was naturally high.

So for a while, she only felt cool, not cold.

So the girl, with her firm resolve, kept watch for Adele and Celeste in the tent.

Celeste opened a small gap in the tent curtain, looked at the lone girl in the distance, and smiled for some reason.

Then she returned to Adele’s side, wrapping her arms around the girl’s slender waist. Adele, feeling Celeste’s embrace, whined softly, incredibly cute.

Celeste closed her eyes, cleared her mind, and quickly fell asleep.

About three hours later, she fought against her desire to continue sleeping and woke up.

She carefully got out of the tent, not wanting to disturb Adele’s sweet dreams, and took her clothes with her.

Celeste came to Wofoo’s side and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll take over now, Wofoo.”

“…” Wofoo was a little surprised.

She wanted to refuse, to continue being stubborn.

But the firmness of Celeste’s hand on her shoulder… showed an undeniable authority.

After thinking for a moment, she gave up.

“…Okay, thank you.”

She thanked Celeste.

And Celeste smiled genuinely in return.

Their relationship wasn’t exactly harmonious, but the ice had been completely broken.

So Wofoo returned to the tent and lay down beside Adele.

Looking at the girl’s innocent sleeping face, a smile, which even she herself didn’t notice, gradually appeared on her lips.

And sleepiness also came at the same time.

Perhaps because so much had happened, and because Adele’s presence beside her made her feel safe…

After relaxing her body, Wofoo immediately fell asleep.

And she slept… very, very soundly.

After an unknown amount of time, she was awakened by an alluring aroma.

Chapter 265: A Night of Wolf and Dog p1

Celeste, unlike Wofoo, waited patiently outside the tent, not attempting to eavesdrop. Inside, Adele sat cross-legged, her posture relaxed and carefree. Wofoo, however, stood before her, her head bowed, her hands clasped nervously, her hood concealing her ears, her eyes red-rimmed, her body trembling slightly.

Adele gestured for her to remove her hood.

Wofoo obeyed, her ash-gray hair cascading down her shoulders, revealing her wolf ears, now flattened against her head in a gesture of submission, the feline equivalent of “airplane ears,” a sign of fear or shame. Whether werewolves called it the same, Adele didn’t know, but it was clear that Wofoo was consumed by guilt and anxiety.

“Silly girl,” Adele murmured, her voice soft, not accusatory, but filled with a gentle exasperation. If Adele had been angry, it would have been easier for Wofoo to bear, the punishment a welcome relief from her guilt. But Adele’s tenderness, her understanding, was far more difficult to confront. It broke down Wofoo’s carefully constructed defenses, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Adele!” she cried, her voice trembling.

“What are you sorry for?” Adele asked, patting the space beside her.

Wofoo sat, her knees drawn to her chest, her gaze still averted. Despite her inner turmoil, she was obedient, her body instinctively responding to Adele’s commands. She was, in a way, already being tamed.

Adele’s arms wrapped around Wofoo, her cheek resting against the girl’s shoulder. Wofoo’s body was tense, but she didn’t pull away, the unexpected intimacy a strange comfort. She had never imagined being held like this by Adele, and the realization brought tears to her eyes. She bit her lip, trying to compose herself, and finally confessed,

“I… I met Celeste.”

“I know,” Adele replied, her voice light and teasing. “You two seem to be getting along well now.”

“…It’s not like that,” Wofoo said, her voice trembling, the words tearing at her soul. “When I saw Celeste… I wanted her gone. So she wouldn’t… interrupt us.”

Adele froze, and Wofoo’s body went cold, the confession a heavy weight on her heart. She had revealed her ugliness, her selfishness, to Adele, and the anticipation of Adele’s rejection, of her disgust, drained her of all her strength. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes empty, devoid of hope.

“I’m sorry, Adele…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I… I don’t think I’m worthy of… being with you anymore.” She knew the consequences of her confession, but the weight of her deception, the guilt of betraying Adele’s trust, was too much to bear. It was better to confess now, to risk losing Adele, than to let the lie fester and grow, eventually destroying everything. Adele’s embrace, warm and comforting, was a fleeting memory, a dream she was about to lose. She tried to pull away, fearing her presence would disgust Adele. Perhaps it was best to part ways now.

But Adele’s arms tightened around her, holding her close, her voice a gentle reprimand, “So you’re running away after making a mistake? Making things even worse?”

Wofoo froze. Perhaps she wasn’t trying to apologize and leave… but to escape, to escape Adele, to escape herself. Confession was an act of courage, but running away afterward… it was a sign of weakness.

“I’m sorry…” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “I just… I don’t know what to do…”

Adele’s hand found Wofoo’s clenched fist, gently unfurling her fingers and intertwining them with her own. “If you make a mistake,” she said softly, “you just have to fix it. You and Celeste aren’t close yet, I understand… it’s only natural. After all, when it comes to being selfish…” She paused, a self-deprecating smile touching her lips. Who was more selfish than Adele herself?

“Anyway, Wofoo,” she continued, “are you willing to apologize to Celeste? She’s the one you almost hurt.”

“Apologizing to me is… pointless.”

“But as for your punishment, I’ll be the one to decide that.”

“So, will you also accept my punishment, Wofoo?”

Wofoo, preferring submission to defiance, nodded readily. Adele’s words made sense, shaming her into obedience.

“I-I’m willing…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Whether it’s apologizing to Celeste… or accepting your punishment, Adele… I’m willing!”

“And I have a small request…”

“What is it?” Adele asked, her brow raised in surprise. Had Wofoo finally learned to assert herself?

But Wofoo’s next words made Adele realize that she hadn’t changed at all. “I ask that Adele not consider… our… relationship. Of course, this is just my wishful thinking, perhaps Adele doesn’t feel the same way, and doesn’t care about me that much… Mmm!”

Adele’s sudden kiss silenced Wofoo’s rambling.

What did she mean by “perhaps Adele doesn’t feel the same way”?

Adele would prove that she did feel the same way!

This relationship, this budding romance, was real!

After a long, passionate kiss, Adele, having thoroughly flustered and aroused Wofoo, finally pulled back, a smug smile playing on her lips. “Continue,” she said, her voice a husky whisper. “Your request… about not considering our relationship.”

“O-okay,” Wofoo stammered, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. She took a deep breath and continued, “I ask Adele… to punish me! Severely!”

“It will… make me feel better.”

“I have thick skin, I’m not afraid of pain… I just hope that Adele… can vent all her anger.”

“Please… please punish me, Adele.”

Saying that, Wofoo prostrated herself before Adele, her forehead touching the grassy floor of the tent. From Adele’s perspective, it was a view of the girl’s beautiful, athletic curves, a tempting display of vulnerability and submission.

Adele was momentarily stunned.

But then, a playful glint appeared in her eyes.

Setting aside Wofoo’s masochistic tendencies…

Adele understood her feelings. Wofoo simply wanted to atone for her guilt, and the best way to do that was to accept punishment, a harsh punishment.

And what Adele was thinking was…

This exhilarating feeling of conquering a wild wolf could only be experienced with Wofoo.

But above the wild wolf, there were many other ferocious predators.

And among them, the only king of beasts…

Perhaps it was that girl.

Adele stared at Wofoo, who was prostrated before her, and the image of a tall girl with a bluish-gray wolf-cut hairstyle appeared in her mind.

The strongest Body Technique vampire… the girl with an imposing name and a proud personality, Kaiser.

She wondered how Kaiser was doing in the Secret Realm.

Adele’s thoughts wandered for a moment before returning to the present.

She originally wanted to reach out and gently stroke Wofoo’s lowered head.

But then, she remembered Wofoo’s words – “Please punish me.”

In that case, she couldn’t disappoint Wofoo~

With this in mind, Adele didn’t reach out. Instead, she slowly slipped her foot, clad in a delicate white stocking, out of her elegant academy shoe.

Wofoo’s breathing instantly quickened.

In fact, from her low angle, she could clearly see Adele’s jade-like foot, clad in a white stocking, emerging from her shoe.

It was such a seductive and exciting sight.

Which girl, seeing this, wouldn’t want to be Miss Adele’s dog…?

Even Wofoo, with her innate pride, even Wofoo, with the blood of the noble werewolf princess flowing through her veins, couldn’t resist…

The urge to submit that arose from the depths of her heart.

This feeling was especially strong when Adele lightly placed her little “ice cream” on top of Wofoo’s head.

“Now kneel there, I forbid you to look up.”

Wofoo’s teeth chattered, her hands clenched on the ground, her legs involuntarily pressing together.

“Yes…”

And Adele, maintaining her “trampling” posture, called out to Celeste outside the tent,

“Celeste, come in~”

Wofoo thought about her current pathetic appearance being seen by Celeste…

And she felt incredibly… it was like shame, but also different, even with a hint of unbelievable “excitement.”

Wofoo had actually anticipated that Adele would let Celeste in and see her like this.

Because only in this way could Celeste feel relieved.

It was also Adele’s clumsy way of making Celeste forgive her.

Until now, in her heart, Wofoo still believed that Adele was a pure and kind girl.

Should she be called stubborn, or just infatuated?

But this was also very cute.

Who wouldn’t like to “bully” an honest girl?

Adele especially liked it.

It would be best if their bodies and souls were completely consumed by her, thoroughly addicted.

Celeste could ignore their whispers, but she would respond to Adele’s call no matter what.

So in an instant, Celeste arrived at the tent entrance, but she didn’t lift the curtain immediately.

“Master, I’m here.”

She replied with her eyes lowered, one hand resting on her ample bosom.

Even in the dim light of the Secret Realm, the girl’s long hair was still as dazzling as gold.

There was no sun in this world, but Celeste could be the “sunshine” that brought warmth to Adele.

Adele knew that Celeste was worried about interrupting something good inside…

But wasn’t there a possibility…

That Celeste herself was part of the “good thing”?

There was no reason not to let the loyal dog see the scene of taming the wolf.

“Just come in, silly doggy.”

Adele’s address for Celeste always seemed to be related to “dog.”

And Celeste often called Adele “Master.”

Originally, Wofoo only saw this as a playful banter between them…

But now, it had a different meaning.

And Wofoo probably never thought…

That hearing Adele call Celeste so intimately at this moment…

Even calling her “doggy”…

Would make Wofoo feel an uncontrollable surge of envy.

It even made her fantasize, if she didn’t have to wander anymore, didn’t have to be strong, didn’t have to be bullied, if she could have a roof over her head…

If she could have a master who loved her…

It would be great.

Even if the price was to become…

The werewolf girl’s mentality had significantly changed because of the relationship between Adele and Celeste.

This was normal, it was said that stray cats and dogs were free.

But just by looking at their gazes towards house cats and dogs, one could understand…

That they also envied a life of comfort and being pampered.

Even though their intelligence as beasts was limited.

But seeking advantage and avoiding harm was a law of nature, or rather, a law engraved in the DNA of every living being.

Celeste obeyed Adele’s words and entered the tent.

She had already prepared herself to not be surprised by anything she saw.

But she still didn’t expect… to see such a scene.

The werewolf girl, Wofoo… prostrated before her master, completely submissive.

And Adele was rewarding her.

Wait a minute – so being stepped on by white silk stockings was a “reward” for Celeste!?

Regardless.

In short, the seemingly humble and bullied werewolf girl, who wouldn’t dare to resist… had now also abandoned her pride.

Celeste smiled at Wofoo’s back.

Wofoo could feel Celeste’s gaze.

It made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, but also like warm sunlight shining on her body.

“…I’m sorry,” she suddenly said, apologizing to Celeste, but her body still maintained a proper kneeling posture.

Because without Adele’s permission, she couldn’t look up, let alone stand up.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

“As for what I did mind… it doesn’t matter anymore.”

Chapter 264: Come into the Tent With Me

“Not qualified.” What did it even mean to be “qualified”? Celeste wasn’t trying to discourage Wofoo, but to prompt introspection. A wolf, not yet fully tamed, couldn’t be trusted around her master. She brushed past Wofoo, leaving the girl lost in thought, her silence easily outpaced by Adele and Celeste.

“Wofoo, hurry up~” Adele called out, her voice pulling Wofoo from her reverie. She quickened her pace, rejoining Adele and Celeste as they reached their campsite.

“I can’t let you do this, Celeste,” Adele said, a playful glint in her eyes. “You’ll burn down my tent.”

Celeste shrugged, acknowledging the truth in Adele’s words. Her affinity for fire magic was a double-edged sword, its power easily unleashed but difficult to control.

“Why build a tent, Master?” Celeste asked. “If you’re tired, we can rest anywhere.”

“There’s a reason,” Adele replied, her focus on weaving the branches and leaves together with magic, her side profile serene and beautiful in the flickering firelight. “I’ll tell you later.”

“I wonder if it’s big enough for all three of us,” Adele mused, her voice barely a whisper. “If not, you two can… sandwich me between you…” She blushed, her imagination conjuring up images that made her heart race.

“Done!” she announced, then turned to Celeste. “You first, Celeste. Come inside the tent with me.”

“Eh!?” Celeste, though confused, obeyed, following Adele into the makeshift shelter. Wofoo, left standing outside, felt a pang of loneliness.

Soon, their voices drifted out from the tent.

Adele: “Celeste, let me show you my big… little treasure!”

Celeste: “!?”

Celeste now understood Adele’s reluctance to leave their campsite. The greatest treasure of the Secret Realm was already in Adele’s possession: Xiao Ai. Celeste stared in disbelief as Adele emerged from the tent, holding a miniature version of herself, a child with the same pink eyes and delicate features, a perfect replica, shrunk down to the size of a toddler.

“Big sister…” the child said timidly, using the word Adele had taught her.

“H-hello, little cutie,” Celeste stammered, her mind reeling. “But… what is this, Adele?” Like Wofoo, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this child was… more than she appeared.

Adele explained Xiao Ai’s origins as best she could, her trust in Celeste absolute. When Xiao Ai transformed back into her blood droplet form, she emitted a faint aura, a seductive allure that could easily overwhelm a vampire, driving them to madness. “Anyway, that’s it!” Adele said, nuzzling Xiao Ai’s cheek. Explaining the situation was tiring, and she knew she would have to repeat the story to the other girls. But for now, a moment of playful affection was a welcome distraction.

But why was Xiao Ai staring so intently at Celeste’s… chest? In this, she was truly Adele’s “daughter.”

“Waaah!” Xiao Ai cried as Adele’s hands pinched her cheeks playfully.

“It’s… it’s okay, Adele,” Celeste said, intervening, her heart melting at Xiao Ai’s adorable distress. The child was too cute, a miniature version of Adele, a weapon of mass cuteness aimed directly at older sisters.

Adele pouted. “Sometimes I think you’re here to steal my attention,” she muttered, her voice a playful tease.

Xiao Ai, hearing this, instantly forgot about the slight pain in her cheeks and tugged on Adele’s skirt, her pitiful “Mama…” tugging at Adele’s heartstrings.

“Okay, okay, Mama was just kidding,” Adele said, her resolve crumbling in the face of Xiao Ai’s adorable pout. She had been tricked by this little girl, and she knew the others wouldn’t be able to resist her either.

“But there’s one thing Mama is serious about,” Adele continued, her eyes hardening with resolve, “I will definitely take you out of here.”

She didn’t know how, not yet. She wasn’t sure if she could hide Xiao Ai from the True Ancestors, and if she couldn’t… the consequences were too terrifying to contemplate. But she wouldn’t abandon Xiao Ai, not after the child had called her “Mama,” not after seeing the unconditional trust in her eyes.

“Trust Mama,” Adele whispered, stroking Xiao Ai’s hair, her voice filled with a fierce protectiveness.

Xiao Ai hugged Adele tightly, as if sensing the girl’s determination, her eyes shimmering with tears, a smile on her lips.

“Trust… Mama~” she repeated, her voice clear and bright. A few days of warmth and happiness were worth a lifetime of loneliness in this desolate realm.

With a flash of cherry-colored light, Xiao Ai transformed back into the chalcedony droplet, nestled safely in Adele’s palm.

Celeste, watching this exchange, felt a surge of… responsibility. If Xiao Ai saw Adele as her “Mama,” then Celeste, naturally, was her “Godmother.” What does a godmother do…? she wondered, her mind already planning ways to spoil and protect the adorable child.

Adele, however, felt a pang of jealousy. “Ahem!” she coughed, wanting Celeste’s attention back on her.

“Are you feeling unwell, Master?” Celeste asked, concerned.

“Ahem! Idiot!” Adele pouted. “Didn’t you miss me at all while we were apart?”

“Of course I did! How could I not miss you, Master…?” Celeste’s voice trembled slightly, her chest heaving.

Adele, satisfied, leaned closer, her hand and knees on the ground, like a curious kitten. “Then your heart should be only on me, my silly Celeste,” she murmured, her lips brushing against Celeste’s.

Celeste’s breath hitched, then stopped altogether as Adele’s soft lips captured hers, a gentle kiss that quickly deepened, their tongues tangling in a dance of longing and desire. Adele, her eyes closed, lost herself in the sensation, her hands exploring Celeste’s body, her touch a playful mix of tenderness and dominance.

Celeste, overwhelmed by the intimacy, moaned softly, her body arching against Adele’s. She hadn’t forgotten Wofoo, still waiting outside, her enhanced hearing picking up every sound, every gasp, every whispered word. With a sudden surge of… something, she tightened her embrace, her moans becoming louder, more unrestrained, a deliberate act meant to… well, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was a way to include Wofoo, to share the intimacy, or perhaps it was simply a way to express the overwhelming joy and love that filled her heart.

Adele, loving Celeste’s reaction, her hands continuing their exploration, reached beneath Celeste’s skirt, her fingers finding the soft, sensitive flesh between her thighs. A sharp gasp escaped Celeste’s lips, her body trembling with pleasure.

“Such a good girl… such a naughty girl,” Adele murmured, her teeth gently grazing Celeste’s neck, leaving a faint mark, a possessive gesture.

“I am… I’m Master’s naughty girl~”

“Quiet,” Adele whispered, her lips finding Celeste’s again.

“Yes… mmm~”

………………

Ten minutes later, they emerged from the tent, their clothes rearranged, their appearance composed, though a lingering blush still stained Celeste’s cheeks, and Adele’s lips were swollen. Wofoo, who had been waiting nearby, stood up quickly as they approached, her eyes downcast, their usual blue glow now dimmed with… something. She didn’t look at Adele, nor at Celeste, her inexperience leaving her unsure how to react.

“Wofoo~ are you hungry?” Adele asked cheerfully, her voice filled with genuine warmth and concern, as if nothing had happened. But Wofoo couldn’t shake the feeling that Adele treated all the girls this way, perhaps even better than she treated Wofoo. The thought was a painful thorn in her heart, a bitter reminder of her own inadequacy.

She didn’t know how to face Adele, how to reconcile the warmth she had felt just moments ago with the cold reality of their… different statuses. She felt lost, adrift in a sea of confusing emotions, the darkness threatening to consume her.

But then, a sharp, clear voice cut through the fog of her thoughts. It was Celeste.

“If you’re hungry, just say so.”

Hungry? Wofoo looked up, as if awakening from a dream. Yes, she was hungry. And in that instant, the world around her seemed a little brighter.

“…A little,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

“Then let’s find some food~” Adele said, her voice still cheerful, her energy undimmed. She suggested fishing in the nearby river, while Celeste proposed hunting for game in the forest. They parted ways, Celeste walking directly towards Wofoo, making the wolf-girl tense.

“No need to be so nervous,” Celeste said, her voice gentle. “Let’s hunt together.”

“…Okay,” Wofoo replied after a moment’s hesitation, the memory of her earlier deception, her attempt to keep Celeste away from Adele, a fresh wound in her heart. And the lingering mark on Celeste’s neck, a testament to their intimacy, was a painful reminder of Wofoo’s own… lack of such a connection.

“Are you… envious?” Celeste suddenly asked, her gaze meeting Wofoo’s.

The answer was obvious. Wofoo glared at Celeste, her eyes filled with resentment.

“But you… also have one…” Wofoo muttered, her gaze dropping to the mark on Celeste’s neck, the bite mark left by Adele.

Celeste smiled. “I’m not angry about what you did earlier. If I were you, at your stage, I might have done even worse,” she said, her voice softening as they walked towards the denser part of the forest. “I’ve seen others with worse tempers than yours. But in the end, we all accepted each other.”

“…Why?” Wofoo asked, though the answer was obvious.

Celeste simply glanced back at Adele, who was happily trying to spear fish in the clear river. It was all because of Adele.

“If our feelings became a burden to her, if it made her sad…”

“Could you accept that?”

“Or is your own happiness, your own desires, more important than Adele’s?”

If Wofoo truly felt that way… Celeste wouldn’t allow her to stay by Adele’s side. She might be weaker now, but she had her own reasons to fight, her own unwavering loyalty to protect.

“N-no…” Wofoo murmured, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and… longing.

Celeste could have easily dispelled her doubts, offered her comfort and reassurance. But she didn’t. She simply turned and walked away, her attention drawn to a small deer darting through the trees. It was cute, and it would probably make a good meal. Besides, she wanted Wofoo to find her own way, to confront her own demons, to make her own choice.

Adele’s attempts at spearfishing were a complete failure. Why wouldn’t these fish just cooperate and impale themselves on my spear? she thought, frustrated. They’re so plump and juicy, they’re clearly meant to be eaten!

First Snow: I agree, meow!

Fish: If I could curse, I’d have a lot to say.

Adele, losing her patience, threw the spear aside. The fish, thinking they had escaped, swam away, unaware of the impending doom. Adele unleashed a barrage of magic, the explosions sending stunned and scaly fish flying onto the riverbank, their tails twitching feebly. This is much more effective than a spear! she thought, gathering her catch, waiting for Celeste’s return so they could start a fire and… roast fish~ She could do it herself, of course, but what was the point of a reunion if they couldn’t enjoy it together? Besides, Celeste was supposed to spoil her.

Adele, happily blasting fish with her Magic Fishing Rod, waited, her patience wearing thin. Fortunately, Celeste and Wofoo soon returned with their prey. Adele noticed that the atmosphere between them, while not exactly friendly, seemed… less tense.

A wolf and a dog… an interesting combination. Had Celeste, as the senior, taught Wofoo something? Adele smiled, a sight that made Wofoo’s heart skip a beat. She stared, mesmerized, until Celeste, noticing her gaze, blew gently on Wofoo’s ear, making the wolf-girl blush and pull her hood lower.

Her ears, both the vampire and the werewolf ones, were very sensitive… this woman, Celeste… But Celeste had no ulterior motives; she had simply accepted Wofoo as a companion, hoping to guide her, to help her earn Adele’s favor. In this relationship, it was their duty, as Adele’s loyal servants, to please their master. Adele’s affection was a gift, not a right.

The rest of the process was simple. Celeste and Wofoo prepared the deer and the fish, while Adele, taking advantage of their solitude, summoned Xiao Ai, who materialized in her child form, playing games with Adele and learning new words.

When the aroma of roasted deer and fish filled the air, the two mischievous “Adeles” rushed over, snatching the food from Celeste and Wofoo’s hands as if it were their birthright. Even Celeste and Wofoo, who had done all the work, hadn’t had a bite yet! Adele’s and Xiao Ai’s shared penchant for mischief was undeniable. But while Adele simply enjoyed being spoiled, Xiao Ai at least remembered to say, “Thank you, sister!” with a sweet smile, her eyes sparkling.

Adele, ignoring the heat, took a bite of the roasted venison. Wofoo was a skilled hunter, a natural survivalist, she had even found suitable herbs to season the meat, masking its gamey flavor. She and Celeste, watching Adele and Xiao Ai devour their meal, exchanged a fond look.

“…How is it, Adele?” Wofoo asked nervously. The limited resources of the Secret Realm had hampered her culinary efforts; she wished she could have done better. Wofoo was in charge of the venison, Celeste the fish. The latter was much easier to cook, which was why Wofoo was so anxious, fearing Adele’s disapproval.

Adele, however, true to her “little devil” nature, frowned slightly after a few bites, her gaze discreetly observing Wofoo’s reaction. As Wofoo’s face fell, Adele, her mischievousness sated, relented.

“It’s delicious!” she declared, her smile genuine.

Wofoo’s face lit up, her earlier anxiety replaced by a joyful relief.

“As long as Adele likes it…”

Celeste and Xiao Ai watched this exchange with amusement. Celeste had seen through Adele’s little act from the start, enjoying Wofoo’s momentary distress.

Xiao Ai, with her ability to read Adele’s mind, had also seen through the ruse. It was a lesson in… manipulation, perhaps not the most wholesome example for a child, but Xiao Ai could always choose not to read Adele’s mind. After all, constant exposure to Adele’s mischievous thoughts might… corrupt the child’s pure heart.

“Big sister~” Xiao Ai, however, seemed unaffected by Adele’s antics, offering Wofoo a skewer of roasted fish with a sweet smile. She then offered a piece of venison to Celeste.

Wofoo and Celeste exchanged a touched look, Adele’s kindness, her thoughtfulness, warming their hearts.

Adele, munching on her fish, thought, She’s good at getting on people’s good side…

After their meal, it was time to rest. Even without a sun or moon, time still passed in the Secret Realm, and their bodies, exhausted from their earlier exertions, needed rest. Xiao Ai transformed back into her blood droplet form, and Adele invited Celeste and Wofoo into the tent.

Just then, Wofoo asked to speak with Adele alone, her eyes red-rimmed, her expression resolute.

Adele, sensing the girl’s emotional turmoil, glanced at Celeste, who offered a supportive smile, then turned back to Wofoo.

“…I understand,” she said softly.

“Come into the tent with me, Wofoo~”

Chapter 263: Not Qualified Yet

Adele was indeed eager to hunt down the vampires who had wronged Wofoo, to unleash her fury upon them. But Xiao Ai’s presence, and its potential allure to other vampires, gave her pause.

“It’s better to stay put for now,” she said, “and wait for them to come to us.”

“Wofoo, you don’t mind if we don’t actively seek out points or Blood Essence, do you?”

Wofoo, wanting to embrace Adele but hesitant, simply said, “Of course not. Those things… don’t matter to me anymore.” Before meeting Adele, they had mattered, but now, being by Adele’s side was enough.

Adele, touched by Wofoo’s words, returned the girl’s hesitant embrace, a warmth spreading through her heart.

“So, we’ll stay here and… tie the knot?” Wofoo asked, her heart pounding.

“Pfft! Tie the knot? That sounds terrifying!” Adele giggled. “You mean ‘set up camp.’ But I think it’s a good idea. Let’s find some branches and leaves and use magic to build a simple tent.” If she had wood magic, it would be even easier, but Adele couldn’t access the Secret Realm’s ambient elemental magic. Xiao Ai, however, seemed to be able to block other mages from using it, as evidenced by Wen Xi’s failed attack.

“After the tent is set up, we can…” Adele’s voice trailed off, a mischievous glint in her eyes, making Wofoo blush.

“I-I’ll go find the materials! Adele, wait for me here!” Wofoo offered, eager to escape the sudden intimacy.

“Okay~”

Wofoo hurried towards the wooded slopes, keeping within sight of Adele, her werewolf vision allowing her to monitor the girl’s safety even from a distance. She gathered branches and leaves, her mind filled with images of building a cozy nest for her and Adele, a safe haven in this dangerous realm. She wouldn’t mind staying here with Adele, hidden away from the chaos, until the trial ended.

Wofoo returned with an armful of branches and leaves, her energy seemingly boundless. Adele, meanwhile, struggled with the magic, her first attempt resulting in a… cat bed. I want a house for humans! she thought, frustrated. It seemed First Snow’s influence was stronger than she had anticipated. But after some experimentation, she managed to reshape the branches, forming a sturdy frame for their makeshift tent. It was a tedious process, but Adele found a certain satisfaction in building something with her own hands, a feeling she hadn’t experienced before.

Just as she was about to complete the tent, she realized the pile of materials was gone. She looked towards the slopes, but Wofoo was nowhere to be seen. A knot of worry tightened in Adele’s chest. She must have just gone further to find more materials, she told herself, but she couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. She set off towards the slopes, determined to find Wofoo. Even if it meant playing the role of the damsel in distress, she wouldn’t abandon her friend.

Wofoo, however, wasn’t in danger. Just… incredibly embarrassed. She had encountered another vampire, one of Adele’s “wings”: Celeste. The blonde girl looked slightly disheveled, her breath coming in short gasps, her ample breasts heaving, as if she had just been running, or perhaps fighting. If it was a fight, it must have been an easy victory, judging from her relaxed demeanor. Elemental vampires, after all, preferred ranged combat, avoiding close-quarters skirmishes whenever possible. But even if forced into close combat, Celeste was no pushover. She held a ball of fire in her hand, ready to unleash its fury upon the Body Technique vampire who seemed to be stalking her: Wofoo.

Wofoo’s appearance was almost comical. Dressed in her hoodie and pants, her hood pulled low, her face impassive, her wolf-like eyes fixed on Celeste, she clutched an armful of branches and leaves, as if preparing to… build a fire? It was a display of… domesticity that Celeste had only ever seen from Adele.

“I know you,” Celeste said, offering a cautious truce. “So, we can coexist peacefully, right?” She had witnessed Adele’s… interaction with Wofoo at the ball and, despite a pang of jealousy, had decided that Wofoo, as a potential ally to Adele, was worth befriending.

Wofoo, however, didn’t respond, her mind filled with memories of Adele at the ball, surrounded by her admirers, radiant and untouchable. Wofoo, hiding in the shadows, had felt a pang of longing, a desperate desire to claim Adele for herself, even if just for a little while. The Blood Trial had given her that opportunity, a chance to realize her dream. But it hadn’t lasted long enough, and now, encountering Celeste… it was a cruel reminder of her own inadequacy. She knew Celeste was here for Adele, a fellow competitor, a rival for Adele’s affections. Celeste, however, seemed oblivious to the tension, her intentions purely amicable.

“Please believe me, I don’t want to fight you,” she said sincerely. “I just want to pass through here. And if you need Blood Essence, there’s a cave I passed earlier, you might find some there.” She even offered to share her resources, a gesture of goodwill that only deepened Wofoo’s sense of unease. Celeste’s devotion to Adele was undeniable, her willingness to sacrifice even her own chances in the trial a stark contrast to Wofoo’s own selfish desires.

“Go… somewhere else!” Wofoo growled, her voice hoarse, the words surprising even herself. She had to keep Celeste away from Adele, to protect her fragile dream, the illusion of a connection, of a shared understanding. She released the branches and leaves, her body tensing, a dangerous aura emanating from her. She didn’t want to fight Celeste, not really, but she couldn’t bear the thought of Adele being… taken from her.

Celeste frowned, confused by Wofoo’s hostility. What’s her problem? she thought, a touch of annoyance creeping into her voice. “Fine, I’ll leave.” But before turning away, she asked, “Have you seen Adele? If you have, tell me where she went.”

“…N-no,” Wofoo lied, her fingers digging into her palms. She wasn’t good at lying, but the words came out instinctively, a desperate attempt to protect her secret.

Celeste, sensing Wofoo’s hesitation, narrowed her eyes, but she couldn’t imagine why Wofoo would lie. She turned to leave.

Just then, a voice called out from behind Wofoo, “Wofoo! Where are you? Don’t scare me! Wofoo!” Adele, having spotted Wofoo, ran towards her, her voice filled with relief.

But as she reached Wofoo, her eyes widened in surprise, her gaze drawn to the figure standing behind Wofoo.

“Celeste!!!”

“Master!”

Celeste whirled around, her heart leaping at the sound of Adele’s voice. She ran towards Adele, their embrace a joyful reunion, Adele nuzzling against Celeste’s breasts, her face buried in their soft warmth.

Celeste, her emotions a rollercoaster, had gone from despair to elation in an instant. She returned Adele’s embrace, her heart overflowing with happiness.

But Wofoo, frozen in place, her expression a mask of despair, watched their reunion with a mixture of longing and… resentment.

Celeste, her initial joy fading, turned to Wofoo, her eyes cold. The wolf-girl averted her gaze, unable to meet Celeste’s accusing stare. Celeste had almost been fooled, but she sensed the lie in Wofoo’s denial, the hidden truth of their encounter. She understood Wofoo’s feelings, her possessiveness, her desperate desire to keep Adele for herself. But understanding didn’t mean acceptance. This was the difference between a wolf and a dog.

“So Master had already found Wofoo,” Celeste said, her voice laced with a subtle accusation.

Wofoo’s heart sank, her carefully constructed facade crumbling.

Adele, oblivious to the tension between them, simply replied, “Yeah! We’ve been together all along~ I was so lucky, after entering the Secret Realm, only one Sequence Three vampire bothered me.”

“Are you alright, Master!?” Celeste asked, her concern for Adele overriding everything else.

“Hmph, just a Sequence Three, I easily dealt with her, and then I met Wofoo,” Adele said, puffing up her chest slightly. “I wanted to build a tent to rest, so I asked Wofoo to gather some materials.”

“I was a little worried when she didn’t come back for so long, so I came looking for her, and here you are, chatting!” Adele, still oblivious to the underlying tension, assumed they had been having a friendly conversation.

“Yes,” Celeste replied, her voice flat, “we were having a… delightful chat.” For some reason, she decided not to reveal Wofoo’s lie, her deception.

Adele, taking both their arms, led them back towards the spot where they had been building the tent, oblivious to the awkwardness radiating from both girls. As they walked, she suddenly remembered the materials they had left behind. The tent was almost finished!

Celeste and Wofoo returned to the woods, gathering more branches and leaves, following Adele back to their campsite. Wofoo kept her distance from Celeste, while Celeste, catching up to the wolf-girl, said, “I don’t hate you.” It was the first time she had spoken directly to Wofoo, and the words made Wofoo’s shoulders tense.

Then Celeste continued, her next sentence leaving Wofoo speechless, “But if you want to stay by Master’s side… you’re not qualified yet.”

Chapter 262: That Legend

When Wen Xi appeared on the teleportation circle in the underground palace, all the eliminated vampires were stunned.

After all, no one looked like Wen Xi, as if she had been sent flying, with deep claw marks and a slap mark on her face. It was a devastating combination of physical and emotional damage. For the always proud Wen Xi, this was the ultimate humiliation, a public display of her defeat. Even the True Ancestors, witnessing her disheveled state, remained silent. But it was clear that no monster of the gray fog could have inflicted such injuries. It had to be another vampire.

The onlookers quickly turned their attention to the leaderboard, where Wofoo’s ranking had surged, and Adele’s had also risen slightly. It was obvious who was responsible. But it was also unbelievable. Two lowly mixed-bloods… even working together, they shouldn’t have been able to defeat a Sequence One elemental vampire like Wen Xi, let alone Adele, a mere Sequence Five. Yet, the impossible had happened.

The True Ancestors’ reactions were… intriguing. They seemed unconcerned by Wofoo’s rise, their attention focused solely on Adele’s progress.

Wofoo and Adele were now in the middle of the rankings. But after some time, they eliminated another vampire who had once bullied Wofoo, their points propelling them into the top thirty. The gray fog, however, had limited their opportunities for further advancement; most vampires were in hiding, waiting for it to dissipate. Adele and Wofoo’s aggressive tactics were a stark contrast to the prevailing caution, a bold strategy that, while risky, was proving surprisingly effective.

………………

Within the Secret Realm, Adele, unable to resist, reached out and gently stroked Wofoo’s ear. “My poor little wolf,” she murmured.

“W-what…?” Wofoo, startled by the unexpected gesture, blushed, her mind unable to keep pace with Adele’s sudden shift in affection.

Adele didn’t explain, the gentle touch a silent expression of comfort and empathy. She felt a pang of sympathy for Wofoo, imagining the hardships the werewolf hybrid must have endured in Twilight City. It was the only explanation for why almost every vampire they encountered had bullied Wofoo at some point. Of course, the “bullying” was mostly verbal abuse and menial tasks; the low-ranking, mixed-blood Wofoo wasn’t exactly desirable to these high-ranking vampires. Perhaps this was Wofoo’s only consolation. And Adele’s as well. They hadn’t seen the beauty hidden beneath Wofoo’s hood, the strength and grace of her body concealed by her loose clothing.

Wofoo was handsome, her androgynous features and sharp eyes softened by a shy vulnerability, her wolf ears twitching invitingly under Adele’s touch. There was a quiet dignity about her, a wolfish pride that set her apart from the more… subservient vampires.

Wofoo, though confused by Adele’s sudden affection, leaned into the touch, her heart warming under Adele’s gentle caress. It was a novel experience, this feeling of being cared for, of being cherished. Adele’s concern for her, for things Wofoo herself barely noticed, touched her deeply, her eyes welling up with unshed tears. She quickly turned away, pretending to be merely shy.

Adele, withdrawing her hand, the warmth of Wofoo’s soft ear still lingering on her fingertips, felt a sense of… satisfaction. She hadn’t encountered any true beast-eared girls yet, but First Snow and Wofoo were close enough.

“Then let’s continue our happy vampire hunt!” she declared, her cheerful tone a stark contrast to the words themselves.

And wasn’t Adele a vampire herself?

But within the Secret Realm, in this trial of blood… such hypocrisy was the norm. The Blood Trial was designed to foster competition, to weed out the weak, and Adele’s words, though chilling, were perfectly in line with the spirit of the trial. In fact, most of the eliminated participants were those who hadn’t yet adapted to the trial’s brutal rules, their early exits filled with regret.

As the gray fog began to dissipate, the competition intensified. Xiao Ai wasn’t the source of the fog, she merely controlled it, along with its monstrous inhabitants. The Secret Realm, with its limited lifespan of two or three days, would soon become a true battleground. Some participants chose to focus on gathering Blood Essence, hoping to enhance their bloodlines and improve their chances of survival. Others, however, saw it as an opportunity to eliminate the competition, to claim the realm’s resources for themselves. The latter, driven by ambition and a thirst for power, were the majority. Among them, Adele and Wofoo were a unique pair, their combined strength enough to rival even a True Ancestor, as Wen Xi’s defeat had clearly demonstrated.

They could have stayed in their safe haven, waiting for the others to come to them. But they chose to explore, following the course of a clear river, hoping to uncover the Secret Realm’s hidden depths, to find its true treasures, to answer the age-old question: did the Secret Realm have an end? The True Ancestors, guardians of its secrets, offered no answers, perhaps hoping the younger generation would find their own way, or perhaps waiting for a different “being” to reach that place, to claim the treasures they themselves couldn’t possess.

Adele, however, wasn’t one for deep philosophical musings. She enjoyed the journey, the thrill of the hunt, her carefree demeanor a stark contrast to the tension of the trial.

As they walked, she occasionally took out the chalcedony droplet, Xiao Ai’s transformed form, and held it in her hand, admiring its smooth, blood-red surface. A faint, scarlet glow emanated from it, a comforting warmth that filled Adele’s heart. But for Wofoo, the light held a different meaning, a seductive allure that made her blood race, her gaze becoming hazy, her mind fixated on the blood-red gem. For a brief moment, she felt an overwhelming urge to snatch it, to drink it, a desperate craving that she quickly suppressed, biting her tongue until she tasted blood, the pain anchoring her to reality.

“…Put it away, Adele, please!” she gasped, kneeling on the ground, her hands clutching her mouth, her fangs lengthening.

“Wofoo?” Adele, alarmed by Wofoo’s sudden distress, quickly tucked the chalcedony back into her pocket. She knelt beside Wofoo, her hand gently stroking the girl’s hair, using her rudimentary healing magic to soothe the wound on Wofoo’s tongue. It was, after all, a very important part… for certain activities… Ahem, never mind.

But Adele’s true concern was Wofoo’s reaction to Xiao Ai’s blood.

Wofoo quickly recovered, but the memory of that sudden, overwhelming craving still lingered.

“I don’t know why,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, “but when I looked at the droplet, my blood… it felt like it was boiling. Something deep within me craved it, it even… overshadowed my own will for a moment. I even thought, if I were a pure-blooded vampire, without the werewolf bloodline… I might have attacked you, Adele!”

“How could that be…?” Adele’s eyes widened in alarm.

“Of course, it wouldn’t be directed at you, Adele, but at that drop of blood,” Wofoo clarified.

So, in her eyes, the chalcedony that Xiao Ai transformed into was truly a drop of alluring blood.

But could blood… also be solid?

Or perhaps… jade-like?

Adele no longer dared to expose the “blood droplet” to Wofoo.

And she definitely wouldn’t expose it to pure-blooded vampires.

God knows how tempting it would be for them.

She suddenly recalled an ancient legend, or rather, a piece of the original story’s lore.

The birth of the vampire race began with the twelve True Ancestors.

And there were two theories about the birth of the twelve True Ancestors.

One theory was that they found a treasure from the mythical era and used its ancient power to transform themselves, gaining powerful abilities and long lifespans.

The price was the original sin of drinking blood, which they had to bear.

There was also a legend that they became True Ancestors simply by drinking the blood of a single “person.”

But was that really a “person”?

If drinking her blood could make one a True Ancestor…

How powerful must she have been?

Even calling her a “god” wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

The legend Adele was thinking about was the second theory about the origin of True Ancestors.

If this was the truth…

It was hard not to associate the blood that the True Ancestors drank with the “blood droplet” that Xiao Ai transformed into.

It was even possible that this drop of blood that Xiao Ai transformed into was the key to becoming a True Ancestor!

If she followed this line of thought, then it was understandable why Wofoo was suddenly controlled by the desire in her bloodline, instinctively wanting to drink the drop of blood that Xiao Ai had transformed into.

After all, the blood of the True Ancestors flowed in her veins.

In a sense, it was perfectly normal for the True Ancestors to carve the desire for this blood into their DNA.

Facing such blood, no vampire could resist the temptation.

The temptation to become a True Ancestor.

Even their descendants would be controlled by this desire, briefly becoming slaves to their own bloodline.

Of course, this was just Adele’s speculation.

Deep down, she didn’t want this to be the truth.

Xiao Ai was Xiao Ai, whether she was a being born in this Secret Realm or the embodiment of its will…

At least she shouldn’t become the target of everyone’s attention.

Adele didn’t have any special ambitions, nor did she need this kind of power.

Indeed, she hadn’t known Xiao Ai for long, they were just strangers who happened to meet.

And it was because Xiao Ai happened to look like her that Adele cared so much.

But that didn’t prevent Adele from hoping that Xiao Ai could leave this Secret Realm.

She hoped that Xiao Ai could live a pampered life in the outside world, the life a normal little girl should have.

This was far more meaningful than this life-or-death competition and endless rat race.

“Wofoo, if Xiao Ai is the key to becoming a True Ancestor… what would you think?”

Adele’s eyes lowered, her voice soft.

Wofoo’s pupils trembled, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

“Are you talking about… that legend?”

As a member of the vampire race, she wasn’t that ignorant.

“If it’s true, I won’t covet it.”

“Xiao Ai is Xiao Ai…”

“If anyone wants to hurt her, I won’t allow it.”

Her answer was the same as Adele’s!

As expected of the girl Adele had chosen!

This gave Adele some confidence that her harem could also resist the desire for this blood in their bloodlines.

Otherwise, Adele wouldn’t dare to introduce Xiao Ai to them.

If she wasn’t careful…

Xiao Ai would be “eaten,” and Adele wouldn’t even have a place to cry!

But they probably wouldn’t dare to do anything to Xiao Ai even if they entered a state of bloodlust.

As long as Adele didn’t allow it.

Because compared to satisfying themselves, Adele’s love was more important to them.

Losing Adele’s love would be the most terrifying thing.

Xiao Ai seemed to be able to sense Adele’s heart, she knew that “Mama” would never abandon her no matter what.

The blood jade she had transformed into felt slightly warm against Adele’s chest.