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

Chapter 12: Grooming

Hermione was about to refuse righteously. But… Adele was just too adorable! Five minutes later, in the spacious bathroom filled with warm steam.

Hermione immersed herself in the bathtub full of water, trying to “warm up.” After all, her magical affinity leaned towards ice, and her natural body temperature was quite low. However, she couldn’t help but hear the sound of the girl undressing outside the bathroom door, clear as day. One by one, they fell: first the shirt, then the unbuttoned skirt… Finally, wrapped in a white towel, the girl stepped into the bathroom with relief. Even Adele couldn’t be “completely honest” with Hermione from the start.

“Hermione, I’m coming in.”

“Puhe!” Hermione couldn’t let Adele see her nervous and expectant expression.

Crystal clear water splashed. At that moment, Hermione was as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water. Her silver-blue hair floated on the water’s surface, and the hot steam enveloped her snow-white body. Even under the full-level Paladin’s holy light, the faint outline and beautiful shape of her full chest could still be seen. Compared to a straightforward display, this hazy charm was more appealing. At least, that’s how Adele felt as she stepped into the bathroom with bare feet. Upon seeing this scene, she was completely stunned. Her face turned deep red, and she quickly turned around, her fingers shyly entwined.

“I’m sorry! I saw something I shouldn’t have…”

Hermione’s cheeks were also slightly red. However, in front of Adele, in front of this pure and innocent girl, she could more or less maintain her usual composure.

“Just think of it as a clumsy little cat seeing it; it’s no big deal.”

She gently comforted Adele and then added, “Since you made such a request, you should have expected this result.”

“Adele, wash my hair for me, will you?”

“Yes.”

Adele took a few deep breaths and then exhaled. When she turned around again, her light pink eyes, like peach blossoms, were lowered, staring only at her tender toes. It seemed that she wanted to reduce her transgression against Lady Hermione in this way.

Hermione noticed this and muttered to herself, “There’s no need.”

However, thanks to this, her tension subsided. The fundamental reason was that Hermione thought she was the proactive and dominant party.

In her mind, Adele was a delicate, easy-to-topple, and extremely shy little girl. If that was the case, what was there for her to be nervous or worried about? The one who should be anxious should be Adele. Blood races liked pure girls. This should be well-known. Little did she know that at this moment, Adele’s heart had already blossomed with joy.

Hehe, Hermione, my Hermione… It was a bit too smooth. Hermione, this defenseless woman, had grown such a mature body for nothing. I think you don’t understand anything~

Adele’s lips were about to become wavy from holding back her laughter. She came to the side of the bathtub where Hermione was bathing, sat on a small stool, and began to serve Hermione.

The water rippled with the girl’s movements, forming small waves and transparent, clear ripples.

Hermione faced away from Adele, closed her eyes comfortably, and let Adele’s fingers run through her strands of hair, falling to the edge of the bathtub.

From Adele’s point of view, she could see Hermione’s two “floating islands” on the water’s surface below her jade-like shoulders.

Flames seemed to surge from Adele’s heart, and blood began to gather at the bridge of her nose… Blood races were very sensitive to blood. Not to mention Hermione, the descendant of the Blood Race’s True Ancestor. She realized something and was unexpectedly a little happy.

Fortunately, her mouth was closed, allowing her body to react honestly. For example, she then raised her already tall chest. Being liked… even if it was just eye-catching, it was still something worth being happy about.

Since the distance between the girls was so close and the holy light in the bathroom was dim, Adele could see everything. For the first time, she felt the joy of being a transmigrator.

All the hardships she had endured before seemed to be for this moment of sweetness after bitterness! As for washing a girl’s hair, it was a piece of cake for Adele. She just had to be careful and not get distracted, lest she ruin the pure image she had built up in Hermione’s mind. Therefore, Adele only greedily glanced at it one last time, imprinting that scene deeply in her mind before lowering her head and beginning to wash Hermione’s hair with full concentration. It was a dreamlike, silver-blue hair, with soft and delicate strands slipping through her fingers one by one.

One couldn’t bear to use force, only gently using fingertips as a comb, slowly washing it. Hermione’s closed eyes trembled slightly.

She felt as if it were her mother gently stroking her hair.Together, they were happy and harmonious… It had been a long, long time since someone had treated her so gently. Quietly washed her hair. After an unknown amount of time,

Adele’s hands were sore, and everything was finally completed. She proudly put her hands on her waist to admire her masterpiece~ But at this moment, her masterpiece suddenly turned around and stood up from the bathtub.

This action caught Adele off guard. Adele’s vision was filled with holy light, and she was already dumbfounded. Hermione’s gaze was filled with obscure sadness and a certain longing. She suddenly reached out to Adele. Adele instinctively covered the towel on her chest.

The first reaction in her heart was to retreat.

Je… ah, Hermione, don’t! Acting is acting, but there’s no need to put herself in it!

However, the gap in physique and strength was already too great to be made up for.

Not to mention, Hermione still had the trump card of spiritual suppression that she hadn’t used.

What is dignity? Dignity is when Adele doesn’t want to be dignified, Hermione helps her be dignified.

All Adele could do was enjoy it. Hermione actually pulled Adele’s hands, making her stand in front of her. At the same time, Adele’s already loose towel slipped off her body and fell into the bathtub with constantly overflowing water, quickly becoming wet and damp.

Adele was pulled into Hermione’s embrace with force.

The first thing she felt was a huge elasticity. Yes… elasticity! A large carriage ran over Adele’s face without any mercy!

Chapter 11: Be More at Ease

The scene returns to the dining room, where low-level vampire maids bring out one delicious dish after another.

Tender and juicy top-grade Australian steak.

The 1982 Lafite red wine, said to have a total production of 240,000 bottles, but Chinese people can consume 1 million bottles in a year.

And other dazzling delicacies and snacks.

Just an ordinary meal was actually so extravagant!

Adele wiped her saliva.

She decided to properly criticize this decadent upper-class vampire lifestyle through tasting!

Adele immediately disregarded her girly restraint and began to feast.

Her knife and fork skills were also very poor, those who didn’t know might think she was using chopsticks.

In any case, her setting was originally equivalent to a girl from the slums, real and tenacious.

The Sequence Ones also liked to see her exhibit aspects unrelated to nobility and elegance.

They wouldn’t allow a Sequence Five to be on equal footing with them, imitating their behavior and manners.

With a bad taste, they would lightly drop a sentence or two.

Like “commoners should behave like commoners”.

Hard.

Fists were hard.

Sooner or later, she would make these Sequence Ones who looked down on others cry under her!

However, Hermione was probably an exception.

Because she wouldn’t look down on her.

Hermione only took a light sip of red wine, having no heart to enjoy the rest of the dishes, just quietly gazing at Adele across the table.

She looked like she was starving, her petite body actually able to stuff in so much food.

“Cough cough!”

The girl seemed to have choked a bit.

Her first reaction was actually to raise her head and shyly steal a glance at Hermione.

Hermione kept her expression unchanged and moved her ice-blue eyes away.

But in her heart, there was an unusual emotion jumping.

It seemed Adele cared a bit about her image in her heart?

If put in a simple abbreviation.

She… cared about her?

Hermione couldn’t help but take a few more sips of red wine, feeling the slightly sweet wine flowing between her tongue and mouth.

Hmph, it’s just the care of a lower-level vampire, what’s there to be happy about.

But although she said that, on the transparent glass.

It reflected Hermione’s lips curving up slightly.

“Eat slower, no one will rush you.”

“…Thank you, Hermione.”

Although Hermione generally didn’t mind Adele directly calling her name.

But at this moment, she couldn’t help but want to put on some airs.

To hide her subconscious care for Adele.

“Is this how Dorothy taught you?”

“To directly call our names, us royal vampires.”

Hearing this, Adele’s peach-colored eyes immediately appeared a bit timid.

Her knife and fork began to slide uneasily on the porcelain, making a not very pleasant sound.

“Then… Lady Hermione?”

“Barely acceptable.”

Although she said that, what really surfaced in Hermione’s heart at this moment was…

Oh no, I seem to be a bit happy!

She didn’t usually drink much, unlike some women who were addicted to alcohol.

But now she couldn’t help but drink a few more glasses.

If put in the ancient words of this eastern land, it should be called: floating a big white when it appears?

After finishing dinner, Hermione was the first to get up and leave.

Seeing this, Adele, like a small animal afraid of being abandoned by its owner.

Also hurriedly stood up from her seat.

Yet still reluctant to part with the dessert on the table.

Her little thief hand carefully hid a small cake.

Then she tightly followed Lady Hermione.

She didn’t say things like “wait for me”.

Because the girl understood, those who would wait would naturally wait.

Those who wouldn’t wait for you, no matter what, wouldn’t wait.

Hermione slowed her pace a little, her voice echoing in the empty corridor.

“Stay here tonight.”

“I’ll send you back to the academy tomorrow.”

“Yes…”

The two walked one in front and one behind, Hermione quickly arrived at the end of the corridor, to a training room specially set up for her.

Inside were many instruments and devices that looked impressive and extravagantly expensive just by looking at them.

Used to test Hermione’s various physical data and formulate a reasonable training plan for her.

To improve the intensity of magic and purity of magical power.

There was even a virtual combat system for Sequence Ones to engage in sparring as much as possible “peacefully” without harming the innocent and causing huge losses.

The reason Adele had an impression of this.

Was because in a plot of the original work.

She was precisely the witness of a sparring between Sequence Ones.

Or to be precise—she happened to be the prize.

Whoever won would have the right to dominate Adele.

Mm.

Fists were mm again!

Sooner or later, these arrogant Sequence Ones would pay the price!

Hermione went straight into the training room, leaving Adele at the door.

She thought Adele would tactfully leave and return to her room.

But an hour later, when Hermione came out of the training room panting, wiping the sweat from her face with a towel.

She found a soft and lovely petite figure hugging her knees in the corner by the door.

The girl seemed to have been waiting at the door for her.

Foolishly, waiting for her.

“…”

Hermione was momentarily at a loss for words.

Seeing Hermione come out, Adele’s originally lonely face flashed a moment of excitement.

But the girl quickly realized this was inappropriate.

So she suppressed her expression and stood up from her crouching position.

While patting the possible dust on her skirt.

“Hermione, you finished training.”

“…Why were you waiting for me here.”

Hermione’s tone was still cold.

As if no matter what Adele did, she didn’t care at all.

Adele also seemed to have long been accustomed to her attitude towards her, only lowering her head and shyly smiling.

“I… don’t have any good places to go anyway.”

“Staying by Hermione’s side, I might feel a bit more at ease.”

Hermione suddenly thought of her soft reaction in her arms.

And recalled how she was almost forcibly… by Celeste.

At this moment, her heart must be very fragile and in need of someone’s company and warmth.

Thinking of this, Hermione’s heart softened, and she actually reached out to stroke Adele’s cheek.

Maybe it was Hermione’s illusion.

She felt Adele seemed to actively rub against her palm.

Like a small beast that evoked pity and love, or a “pet”.

Hermione had never kept a small animal before.

But at this moment, she had the wild thought.

Of wanting to secretly hide Adele.

Keep her by her side.

What a strange idea, appearing in Hermione’s mind for less than a moment.

Before she hurriedly hid it deep in her thoughts.

Her newly changed sports bra was already soaked with sweat, her beautiful figure fully revealed, her tightly wrapped breasts presenting an amplitude that made people’s mouths dry.

“I… will go shower first.”

As a girl, one must understand the discomfort of sweat accumulating in the deep cleavage after exercise.

It would make one want to quickly take a cool shower or a hot bath.

Of course, Adele might not have the condition to experience this.

Adele: Curse more!

But this didn’t affect Adele’s words from slipping out.

“Do, do you need me to accompany you, Hermione.”

Chapter 10: Her Mouth is So Stubborn

“I only… to you.”

The girl’s voice was weak, her whole body exuding a sweet fragrance as she nestled in her arms.

Hermione’s heart suddenly trembled.

Some indescribable feelings seemed to surface from the depths.

She even almost suspected that her spiritual suppression on Adele still hadn’t ended.

But obviously, the reality was that Adele was indeed awake.

She even took advantage of the moment when Hermione hadn’t recovered her senses.

Slowly placed her hand on the back of Hermione’s hand that was holding her.

Gently caressing.

Her gaze seemed lost in memories, showing struggle, and finally relief.

“Thank you for saving me, Hermione.”

“…It’s about that matter.”

Hermione’s heart wavered, unable to describe the feeling.

So, it was out of gratitude?

“I just didn’t want my thing to be dirtied by a lowly woman.”

Such a hard mouth.

Adele wantonly stroked the girl’s distinct knuckles.

Feeling the snow-like coolness on them, while thinking.

I wonder if kissing them would…

Hermione felt uncomfortable because of this.

She also didn’t know why, but felt that as Adele’s caress continued, her own face became more and more flushed.

If there was a mirror in front of Hermione at this moment.

Then she would be surprised to find.

On her cheeks, the color of spring cherry blossoms had long been applied.

“Enough, what are you doing without my permission?”

Hermione was urged by that flustered emotion and pulled her hand away from Adele’s fingertips.

At this moment, she actually felt an unspeakable emptiness.

And to fill this void.

She began to impatiently push Adele down on the soft snow-white bed.

The girl was like a pure oleander flower, blooming beautifully.

Hermione’s figure had an invasive beauty.

Almost filling Adele’s entire vision.

“I’m just… afraid you’ll be in pain.”

Adele murmured.

Biting the tip of her tongue to create the illusion of moistness in her eyes.

Damn it, it hurts!

But being able to see the fleeting hesitation flash in Hermione’s ice-blue pupils.

For Adele, it was worth acting deeply in love.

Although that hesitation was quickly replaced by a slightly angry annoyance.

If Adele hadn’t brought this up, perhaps Hermione wouldn’t have recalled that moment.

“Now you’re worried about my pain?”

“When you were protecting Celeste, how come you didn’t think about my pain!”

“No… that’s not it.”

Adele anxiously wanted to explain, her slightly bulging chest rising and falling with her increasingly rapid breathing.

“What’s not it?”

Hermione tightly grasped the girl’s snow-white wrist.

The force she used clearly showed how much she cared.

“Celeste… she, she’s very weak, compared to you.”

“I was afraid Celeste wouldn’t be able to endure…”

In the setting, Adele was indeed a kind girl.

“But have you forgotten what she did to you!”

Hermione’s dissatisfaction overflowed from her tone.

The humidity in the surrounding air also rose noticeably.

Adele opened her lips, her pink gaze seemed to be shrouded in gloom.

She wanted to say something, but tactfully closed her mouth.

“…What did you want to say?”

But Hermione was relentless.

Her hand cupped Adele’s cheek, her silver-blue long hair falling next to her ear.

Adele looked into her eyes, seeming a bit aggrieved, her voice choked.

“But… what she and Hermione, what you all did… is there any difference?”

The girl’s words, like the thorns of a thorn, deeply pierced Hermione’s heart.

Hermione had always been different from the other Sequence One vampires.

The other vampires, like Dorothy, like Sherry.

They never cared about their evil deeds, thinking it was the authority bestowed upon them by the heavens.

The strong riding above the weak, as it should be.

But Hermione was cold on the outside and gentle on the inside.

She was invisibly enticed by Adele, she was also complicit with Dorothy and the others.

But…

In a certain part of her heart, deep inside.

She had always been suffering, constantly blaming herself.

Knowing it was wrong, but still indulging in it, causing great harm to Adele.

Yes, she and Celeste were actually not much different.

“You… you’re our toy, why can’t you have some self-awareness!”

She was still as stubborn as ever.

But even so.

At this moment, Adele used a fragile rhetorical question.

The “pit” of self-blame and guilt deep in her heart that was detonated was still there.

She would continue to be condemned and tortured by her conscience.

She couldn’t help but want to compensate Adele.

This was the invisible asset that Adele sought.

Undoubtedly, she succeeded.

To describe it in one word.

That would be, “win”.

But Adele wouldn’t get complacent.

She would dutifully act until the end, immersing herself in the role.

Only by fooling herself first could she fool others.

Hearing Hermione’s harsh words, Adele’s eyes suddenly turned red.

A piece reflected in Hermione’s eyes, red like a burning flame, making people feel scorched.

She sniffed, her drooping sorrowful eyes seemed to accept her fate.

After a long time, she replied in a low voice.

“…Yes.”
…………

In the dining room, at the seats for the main meal.

Hermione and Adele sat far apart.

The former pretended to be elegant, the latter pretended to be nervous.

On Adele’s neck, there were a few noticeable red marks left by the owner in a bad mood.

At the same time, her clothes were not too disheveled.

The skirt was also intact.

As for why…

Time goes back ten minutes.

After hearing Adele’s words.

Hermione seemed to have lost the mood to tease her “toy”.

She only casually kissed a few times.

Without even unbuttoning Adele’s shirt.

She rolled off the bed.

Before leaving the bedroom.

Hermione left a cold command.

“Keep me company to eat.”

She said “keep me company”.

But the one who was actually hungry and thirsty was clearly Adele.

Sequence Five vampires were almost no different from ordinary humans.

At most, their strength would increase and they would have a bit of magical power after sucking blood.

And Sequence Ones, in a sense, could reach the state of “abstaining from grains” in cultivation novels, with delicacies and red wine only for enjoyment.

Adele looked at Hermione’s lonely figure leaving.

But what she thought in her heart was…

She’s really so gentle, I’m going to cry!

Among the Sequence One villainous female leads, Hermione was simply the existence of “cleansing without seduction, emerging from mud unstained”.

As a Sequence One, she actually had a moral sense and sympathized with the weak, even Adele found it a bit incredible.

No wonder she was one of the few girls Adele was more fond of when reading the novel.

But as for her ending…

Just thinking about it.

Adele felt a stomach ache.

To describe her in one sentence, that would be “stubborn mouth” throughout the book!

Only proud and not cute, the consequences.

No need for Adele to say more.

Chapter 9: Only to You

In the huge villa, Hermione walked on the clean and new floor.

She came to the freezer and opened the door.

What caught her eye was bag after bag of neatly arranged cold fresh blood packs.

Under the illumination of the built-in freezer light, they gave off a rosy temptation.

The upper three layers and lower three layers were all packed full.

This was because Sequence Ones were noble, had top-level treatment, and consumed a lot of magical power.

So the blood they were allocated each month, both in quality and quantity, was enough to make other vampires look up to them in envy and jealousy.

But no matter how envious and jealous, who had more of a right to enjoy these than them?

Almost no vampire dared to challenge an existence of a higher sequence than themselves, and the higher up, the more so.

But Hermione just took one look and frowned deeply.

Because she felt she was simply sick.

Ignoring Adele’s blood, which was the highest quality in the true sense.

And coming to taste this… like cooled leftovers, making one lose appetite just by looking at it, cold fresh blood packs.

There was no vampire who didn’t desire to bite into a person’s neck vein and enjoy the vividly gushing warmth and blood magic power.

That was the ultimate bliss in the world.

She quietly bit her thin red lips.

Hermione still reached out and randomly took out a bag, tore open the plastic seal.

Then closed her eyes, as if suffering, and poured it into her stomach.

Vampires couldn’t be without blood, blood was their food and also the source of their magical power.

If they endured not drinking blood, the desire hidden in their bones and blood would turn vampires into crazy monsters.

At that time, vampires would lose all reason and slaughter any life they could in front of them.

Plundering their blood source.

Hermione was afraid she would lose her mind.

And completely drain Adele dry.

So when her body showed symptoms of “blood thirst”.

She even endured the urge to accompany Adele by her side immediately.

Instead, she left her and came over to replenish blood first to alleviate the “blood thirst” reaction.

She didn’t know if Adele would feel lonely because of this.

Or…

Was she happy and relaxed now.

Because she finally didn’t have to be with her, this cold and scary fellow.

Whichever it was.

Hermione casually tossed the empty blood bag into the trash can and turned to walk towards her bedroom.

Her silver-blue long hair swayed with her steps.

The girl’s ice-blue pupils revealed a hint of faint nervousness and unease in her gaze.

But she was a Sequence One, what was there for her to be…

Nervous and uneasy about?

…………

Adele hugged a soft and white large pillow.

Kneeling on Hermione’s bed in a very girlish posture, letting her imagination run wild.

For example…

Striving to one day change this ordinary prop large pillow into the epic prop “True · Hermione’s White Pillow”!

She actually roughly guessed what Hermione was doing now.

It could be vaguely guessed from the fact that she endured her desire for blood in the elevator.

Vampires always had to feed on blood, otherwise they would lose their minds.

In layman’s terms, lose sanity, so in this sense, the existence of vampires was quite Cthulhu-like.

At least in the world of this novel, it was like this.

Hermione would rather taste industrialized cold blood pack products.

Than cherish enjoying her?

In order not to hurt her.

In order not to increase the burden on her fragile body.

Thinking of this.

Adele’s unique, unusually seductive pink pupils drooped slightly.

Her being like this…

Didn’t it make people more determined to treat her as a sucker to deceive?

Ahem ahem…

Being moved was one thing.

But survival was more important now!

So had to be shrewd, not invest too much sincerity.

Don’t be a little fool.

Be a little drama queen!

Adele didn’t want to be cold-hearted either, but she had no choice with her low strength.

Any Sequence One in a bad mood could possibly eat her clean.

Damn it…

Suddenly, a rhythmic “clack, clack” sound came from outside the door.

Those were Hermione’s footsteps, approaching her.

Hearing it, Adele quickly adjusted her expression and posture.

She didn’t get off Hermione’s bed, but instead assumed a fragile posture of having already resigned herself to fate.

Hugging the large white pillow in her arms a little tighter.

To hide her slightly disappointing chest.

Hermione pushed the door open and immediately saw Adele sitting on her bed.

She froze for a moment, until Adele’s gaze timidly met hers.

And timidly shrank back.

“…Where did you go, Hermione?”

Unexpectedly, it was Adele who spoke to her first.

Showing a caring attitude.

She seemed a bit uneasy about being left alone.

At times like this, it seemed even Hermione could become her support.

“It has nothing to do with you.”

Hermione subconsciously gave her response.

Although as soon as she said it, she regretted it.

She was always like this, cold, showing an appearance of not needing others.

This personality also didn’t know how many people she had hurt.

It also made her always alone until she met Adele.

This girl… who was supposed to be a toy.

“Oh.”

Adele didn’t seem to show much disappointment.

Or perhaps she was already used to Hermione’s coldness.

Or rather, it would be surprising if Hermione didn’t treat her with this arrogant, contemptuous, and cold attitude.

Hermione’s mind moved, and she came to sit on the edge of the bed.

At the same time, she elegantly took off her high heels on her jade feet, revealing her slender and delicate ankles.

She was going to get on the bed.

Adele nervously hugged the pillow in her arms a little tighter, but didn’t retreat to the corner.

Still sitting in the conspicuous center, not left or right.

As if knowing her fate, so she gave up resisting from the beginning.

Hermione then crawled seductively towards her little prey.

Hermione’s figure needn’t be mentioned, the Sequence One vampires were all top-level goddesses, perfect creations.

She belonged to the more dominant cold beauty type, her breasts were a veritable large white pillow, her beautiful buttocks always tempting Adele’s heart.

So Adele secretly swallowed her saliva.

Hermione only thought she was nervous.

Little did she know Adele’s true feeling was… she was craving!

In this situation, should she give in or give in?

Hermione came to Adele’s side, her right hand easily wrapping around Adele’s slender waist.

Adele only felt as if a numb electric current passed through her whole body.

At the same time, her delicate body softened.

She actually fell into Hermione’s arms.

This was the first time it happened in Hermione’s experience with her.

In the past, facing such intimate physical contact, she would often appear stiff and rejecting.

Hermione’s heartbeat sped up a few beats.

She was obviously very happy.

But when she opened her mouth, what she said was still hurtful words.

“Do you snuggle up to everyone like this? Dorothy, Sherry… even Celeste?”

She clearly knew Adele wasn’t like that.

Hermione also regretted it the moment her voice fell.

She didn’t even dare to look into Adele’s eyes.

That light pink, the world’s unique treasure.

But Adele just stared at her, her tone a bit pitiful.

Like a child anxiously defending herself, still in a soft voice.

“No… I didn’t…”

“I only… to you.”

Chapter 8: Find a Way to Get It

Adele was actually used to being taken to their mansions by the Sequence Ones.

As a character in the role of a “kidnapped commoner girl”, she was very self-aware in this aspect.

On the first day of school, she was marked as “blood food” by Princess Dorothy of the Vampire Clan.

Up until now, this body had experienced too much.

However, according to the original author’s setting: the Sequence Ones only treated Adele as a little cake to eat and a fine wine to sip.

The question is, as Sequence One vampires, would they violate a “little cake” or a “fine wine”?

Or are you all… not even sparing the little cake??

So regarding the issue of the female lead’s chastity.

It can be guaranteed that at this moment, Adele is still a virgin.

Only with the continuous progression of the timeline and plot, as Adele’s status gradually changes in the hearts of the Sequence One villainous female leads.

Will there be the delightful plot of “ripe oranges and blooming lilies”.

 

The underground garage had a silver elevator leading directly to the mansion above.

Hermione entered first, followed by Adele.

In the enclosed environment of the elevator, the two were silent.

Hermione observed Adele’s expression through the reflection on the smooth elevator wall.

She seemed a bit melancholic, her school uniform had been tidied up without a single wrinkle.

She loved cleanliness, the word purity seemed to be tailor-made for her.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that it further aroused people’s desire to blacken her, to sully her, to make her all white and turbid.

Hermione’s fangs couldn’t help but elongate, and a dangerous aura filled the air.

Adele’s hair stood on end, her back felt a chill, as if sensing something.

Her jade feet under the pleated skirt nervously retreated a small step.

Coming to the corner of the elevator, her head lowered, her expression timid.

Realizing that her body had subconsciously shown signs of desiring to “feed” just by staring at Adele’s reflection.

Hermione’s fingertips dug into her palms, leaving deep marks.

She forced herself to calm down.

Adele needed rest, needed to replenish her strength and nutrition.

She… was too fragile.

And they ruthlessly plundered and demanded fresh blood from her.

If even she couldn’t resist the desire to “feed”.

Adele’s lifespan would only get shorter and shorter.

Like a crack-filled porcelain, there would always be a day of complete shattering.

Under Hermione’s forced calmness, her fangs retracted to their normal length, and the dangerous atmosphere dissipated.

Only then did Adele let out a long breath.

She also realized that this body could actually keenly sense the vampires’ desire for her.

How many times had her blood been sucked… to develop such a conditioned reflex?

Adele felt very unpleasant.

What was even more unpleasant was…

Now it was her turn to take over this body.

The elevator reached the second floor of the villa and slowly stopped, opening its doors.

The first floor was the guest hall, the second floor was Hermione’s living room and some other rooms, gym, cloakroom, storage room, bathroom, etc.

Hermione’s expression was deliberately indifferent as she left Adele in her bedroom.

Then she went to find high-quality human blood packs to quench her thirst.

…………

The higher-ups of the human world and the higher-ups of the vampires signed a treaty of mutual benefit, cooperation, and restraint.

Nowadays, most vampires were registered.

After graduating from Chromwell Academy, there were even package allocation jobs waiting for them.

Dragon Group, Phoenix Group, the real situation was actually “Blood Group”!

Although most vampires were dissatisfied with having to accept human management and restraint.

Once upon a time, they were the kings who ruled over humans…

But for vampires, the dominance of bloodline was absolute.

Therefore, they had to listen to the decisions of the True Ancestors who still existed.

Even the Sequence Ones, the descendants of the True Ancestors.

In exchange, humans provided vampires with the money, luxurious living environment, and blood supply of different qualities they needed as much as possible in a stepped manner.

Sequence One had one standard, Sequence Two had one standard, and so on.

Even the lowest Sequence Five vampires, such as Adele, had a monthly vampire allowance of nearly 1,500 and an E-level blood supply.

Adele was basically “eating grass to produce milk”.

She could only drink that low-quality blood, but the blood produced by her own body was the S-level that even Sequence Ones dreamed of.

In this way, vampires didn’t have to be enemies with humans and harm the lives of ordinary people for the sake of obtaining blood.

The fundamental conflict of vampires feeding on humans for a long time was thus alleviated.

With a compromise where both humans and vampires took a step back.

And for vampires, there was another benefit.

That was no longer having to worry about being retaliated against by demon hunters and vampire hunters.

Actually, the ones who reacted most intensely and were most dissatisfied with this human-vampire cooperation.

Were precisely the families of demon hunters and vampire hunters among humans.

They couldn’t accept it.

Their enemies of thousands of years.

The foreign race that had killed countless of their compatriots.

Actually transformed and became their… colleagues?

Even these disgusting “bats”! Would be supported by taxpayers and continue to live in the human world in abundance.

This directly triggered an extremely serious incident at the time.

A True Ancestor of the vampires nearly perished in a human city.

And the vampire hunters also paid the price of nearly an entire family for this.

The final result was that the vampires received generous compensation.

The vampire hunters were disciplined and punished, and their clan’s power was dispersed, unable to stir up trouble again.

Actually, from the perspective of the human higher-ups, it was easy to understand that this was a cooperation with more benefits than harm.

The vampires were recruited for their own use and no longer harmed humans.

And as the foreign race closest to humans, they were the best pioneer combat force against other foreign races.

The price was nothing more than some material preferential treatment and cold-stored blood supply.

But from the perspective of the vampire hunters.

How could they put down their deep hatred of thousands of years just because they said so.

Not everyone could see the big picture.

At least, not the vampire hunters.

…………

Inside Hermione’s bedroom.

Adele lay on a soft bed like a white cloud, completely relaxing her body, staring blankly at the white ceiling and the princely luxurious surroundings.

How nice, the Sequence One vampires.

These luxury cars, villas, sweet blood, enjoyment like nobility.

Adele couldn’t help but reach out towards the bright light.

Then clenched her fist.

Little cat paw!

Had to find a way to get all of this.

This sentence was almost equivalent to.

—Had to find a way to get this woman Hermione.

 

Chapter 7: Even the Blind are Cautious

“Little fool” Adele leaned her delicate body against the car window.

Her light pink pupils half-open, a dazed and fragile appearance.

She would often look at the city’s neon lights in the falling evening outside the window, and often look at herself.

Hermione could see clearly from the rearview mirror.

As her spiritual power’s influence in her mind gradually faded.

The girl would only become more and more awake.

More and more… hating her, right?

Even though she knew Adele detested the Sequence Ones’ spiritual suppression.

With the rising flames in her heart, Hermione couldn’t help her temper.

She was the queen of frost, supposed to be cold and aloof.

Yet time and time again, her emotions were disturbed and her heart became hot because of someone.

Stepping hard on the brakes, the traffic light in front of Hermione flashed.

Adele felt a violent vibration.

Then, as if waking from a long dream.

The girl’s breathing quickened, her eyes panicked.

She couldn’t help but curl up her weak body, as if this could give her a less frightening sense of security.

She began to observe her surroundings.

Car, inside Hermione’s car.

Her expression was as if recalling.

Hermione crawled towards her…

After that, she knew nothing!

Adele’s acting was so good, Hermione couldn’t see through it, her mood anxious and twisted.

Adele… was going to hate her.

Hermione’s mood became agitated.

But the red light in front made her have to stop in this difficult silence.

Hermione in the driver’s seat.

Hermione didn’t dare to look at her.

But she could almost imagine the fragility and sadness in her eyes.

Adele opened her mouth as if wanting to say something.

But in the end, she couldn’t say it.

Outside the window, a cold drizzle started falling.

Just like her mood turning gloomy.

Listening to the sound of rain, Adele closed her tired eyes.

As if she had already accepted her fate.

The moment the red light ended and the green light came on.

Hermione started the engine as if venting, roaring into the distance.

The traffic control officer stretched out a hand in confusion, clearly not raindrops but ice crystals falling on it one by one.

“Is it hailing… strange.”

This abnormal weather condition only lasted for a short period of time.

Since that silver-blue luxury car left.

…………………

Underground in the villa, Hermione’s exclusive garage.

The bright white incandescent light illuminated a dozen luxury cars and supercars of various styles and colors.

Hermione parked her favorite one in the center position.

She roughly turned off the engine, then stepped out of the driver’s seat in her high heels.

She opened the back door, her gaze falling on the girl’s dazed appearance.

Adele looked around as if attracted by those luxury cars.

But Hermione knew, how could she possibly be the kind of woman who could be bought with material wealth…

“Get out, don’t tell me you need my help.”

Hermione’s voice was a bit cold.

“…”

Only then did Adele come back to her senses in a daze.

Her expression was a bit embarrassed.

Hoping that her appearance of being in a daze while looking at the cars just now hadn’t been discovered by Hermione.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.

But when she entered the garage and saw those supercars and luxury cars, her eyes really went straight!

Who let her be inexperienced.

Thinking that casually selling one of the cars here would be enough for her to live a worry-free life…

Hermione was a wealthy big sister worthy of the title!

Thinking of this, Adele’s determination to win Hermione over increased a few points in her heart.

Faced with Hermione’s urging, Adele was originally going to lift her leg to get out of the car.

But then, she suddenly remembered something, a cunning glint flashing from the corner of her eye.

“…My legs, a bit weak.”

Adele quickly entered the role, saying it in a voice as cool as rain.

In her gaze was a subtle sadness, looking at Hermione.

Then avoiding as if escaping. The girl’s hand explored under her skirt.

As if wanting to make a final confirmation.

Confirming if the reason her legs were weak was because she had already been…

Hermione was stunned seeing this, but when she reacted.

Her face instantly turned a shameful red.

She grabbed Adele’s snow-white slender wrist.

She didn’t pay attention and used too much force, eliciting a cry of pain from Adele.

“It hurts…!”

Hermione actually thought of “apologizing” at that moment.

But Adele was clearly just the lowest Sequence Five vampire.

The hand gripping Adele’s wrist subconsciously loosened a bit.

Then she coldly explained for herself.

“I didn’t do anything to your body.”

“I’m a Sequence One, you should clearly recognize your identity, you’re not even worth me…”

Although she said that, Hermione’s expression was very easy to understand, looking stubborn.

“…I understand.”

Adele interrupted Hermione’s words, her tone a bit soft.

Then, she looked down at her thin and long legs.

“If you understand then get out yourself.”

Hermione seemed to have lost patience.

“Then let go, I’ll get out myself…”

Adele’s tone was soft and even had a hint of coquettishness.

Hermione thought it was an illusion and couldn’t find a reason to refute for a moment.

She hesitantly let go of Adele’s wrist.

The girl lightly stepped down from the back seat of the luxury car, her footsteps very light, with an uncertain and uneasy appearance, like a little deer in the forest.

Perhaps it was because of her low status that she was worried about dirtying the floor of her garage.

Hermione thought this way and glanced at Adele’s feet.

The floor was smooth as new, bright as a mirror, reflecting everything on the ground as if another world had been born out of thin air.

Hermione knew a True Ancestor possessed the ability to travel in the mirror world.

She didn’t know if that Sequence One had such an ability.

Hermione didn’t have many friends in the Sequence One circle because of her aloof and proud personality.

But the focus at the moment wasn’t this.

But in that world reflected like a bright mirror.

Reflecting the girl’s tender ankles, reflecting the girl’s slender fair calves, fluttering skirt.

Reflecting the pure white color, soft fabric…

Hermione suddenly felt a heat rushing to her nose.

Adele was still looking at her with a curious and innocent face.

Completely unaware of what she had already exposed.

“Hermione… why did you stop?”

“N-nothing!”

Hermione tried to put on a serious appearance and forcefully turned her head, walking towards the nearby elevator.

Her high heels tapping on the floor in a hurry, making a “clack clack clack” sound.

Adele was sweet, soft, seductive, and unaware.

It took Hermione a long time to clear the distracting thoughts from her mind.

And at this moment, Adele was quietly following behind Hermione.

A well-behaved and pure, lovely appearance.

But actually, in her heart, she was slightly dissatisfied and mumbling.

Why are you, Hermione, an ice queen…

Wearing safety shorts? Why bother with safety shorts when even a blind person would be wary of you?”

Chapter 6: Let’s Go Home 

At this moment, Adele’s true inner thoughts.

Actually, she was scared shitless!

“Suck me (my finger)”—Adele had never heard such an outrageous request in her life.

But she had no choice.

Since she couldn’t resist, she might as well enjoy it.

Yes, not only did Adele completely misunderstand Hermione’s meaning.

Moreover, from the beginning, she actually wasn’t suppressed by that spiritual power at all!

Oh heavens, earth, Cthulhu!

She finally felt like a transmigrator!

Adele was so moved she almost cried.

The moment Hermione’s eyes turned cold and she released her vast spiritual power.

She had almost chosen to give up.

Strike a pose!

Because she, who had thoroughly read the original work, knew very well what kind of situation and status Adele at this stage had when facing the Sequence Ones.

Using “little fool” to describe her state after being suppressed was not an exaggeration at all.

And she was also a human truth serum!

Although generally the Sequence Ones wouldn’t do anything too outrageous to Adele in her “little fool” state.

But the setting of answering whatever was asked…

The author was really out of this world.

Full of bad taste.

Basically added for the sake of making the female lead suffer.

Thinking about it, the Sequence Ones.

Like this Hermione, actually had some feelings for Adele.

She would often express her true feelings after suppressing Adele with her spiritual power.

Do you like me?

Adele: Ah yes yes yes!

Hermione: You hate me, don’t you…

Adele: Ah yes yes yes!

With such answers, how could Adele not be bullied!

The truth hurts.

Lies, although deceitful, sound nice.

It’s worth mentioning that in the original work, Adele had no recollection of what she said while being suppressed.

She would just imagine herself being done this and that by the Sequence Ones while suppressed…

This also led to her deepening hatred for the Sequence Ones in her heart.

It was simply a vicious cycle.

The Sequence Ones’ feelings were not reciprocated, so they hated out of love.

And Adele thought she was being abused, so she hated the villainous female leads of Sequence One even more.

This… it would be strange if she wasn’t abused!

Fortunately, the current Adele unexpectedly discovered that she wasn’t affected by the spiritual suppression of Sequence Ones.

And she had a quick mind and good acting skills.

So she immediately started acting out the protagonist’s state when suppressed as described in the original work.

Eyes should be clearer, softer, and more pitiful.

Cheeks should be flushed, like a traveler drunk on warm breeze.

Body should be delicate and soft…

Thus, Adele’s current appearance in front of Hermione.

Pure and untainted by the six palaces’ rouge.

Although she didn’t understand why Hermione would ask her to “suck her (finger)”.

But thinking of the price the female lead paid for resisting to the death.

Adele felt a chill down her spine.

Her body immediately and honestly complied.

The girl’s fingers were cool, always cold, perhaps related to her constitution.

Adele felt like she was sucking on a “crushed ice”.

The key was she didn’t dare to bite it… a bit of a shame.

Hermione’s heart was beating extremely fast.

To the point of letting out obvious panting sounds.

“Ha… Adele…?”

She looked at Adele in disbelief, but especially delighted.

Her ice-blue eyes were full of shock.

The girl probably realized that Adele had misunderstood her meaning.

She had asked her to call her name.

But she heard it as “suck me”, so she took her finger in her mouth.

Hermione had never seen Adele obediently do as told in this “little fool” state before.

When her consciousness was scattered from being suppressed by spiritual power, her body actually had no strength, let alone following people’s manipulation.

Therefore, the only benefit was to take advantage of her unguarded mind.

And ask her some questions.

Then, Adele would honestly tell you everything.

Impossible to lie.

Absolutely from her true inner thoughts.

But today, she responded to her with actions.

Could it be… that there had been some breakthrough in her relationship with her?

The so-called hard mouth, when kissed…

Ah no no, humans say this—”Saying no, but the body is very honest”.

Thinking of this, Hermione swallowed her saliva.

The originally venting mood gradually disappeared.

Replaced by curiosity about what image she currently had in Adele’s heart.

Her voice was trembling—as a Sequence One, she shouldn’t be so nervous.

She asked the first question.

Hermione: “Adele… do you like Celeste?”

Adele: “No.”

Hermione: “Then do you hate me?”

Adele: “…I don’t know.”

Don’t know? Hermione’s brows furrowed slightly.

She had never heard Adele give such an ambiguous answer before.

Could it be…

Because she had a special place in her heart!?

Thinking this way, Hermione’s heartbeat sped up a few more beats.

If this continued, she would start developing spots!

She even wanted to directly ask “Then do you like me?”

But, it seemed a bit too fast.

And it was easier to get an answer that would disappoint her.

After all… it was better to take it step by step.

Hermione, thinking of this, nodded as if affirming her own thoughts.

But what she didn’t know was.

If she had asked this kind of question at this time.

Adele would have definitely clung to her like a crab, with both claws and eight legs.

—Rich woman! Feed me, I’m hungry!

Hermione: “Do you like… spending time with me? Although I’m always cold, but actually…”

Adele interrupted her words.

Adele: “Like.”

Hermione: “Eh!?”

The Ice Queen’s cheeks suddenly turned red.

Hermione: “W-why?”

She hurriedly asked her confusion.

Adele: “Being with Hermione, it doesn’t hurt.”

Hermione: “(The light in her eyes dimmed) So that’s it, just for this reason…”

Because she wasn’t rough like the other Sequence Ones.

Even when faced with Adele’s resistance, she always indulged her, at most getting angry and restraining Adele.

Adele: “Because Hermione is very gentle, like a big sister…”

Hermione: “Big sister… huh.”

But she didn’t want to be a big sister.

At least not Adele’s big sister.

Letting out a soft sigh, Hermione had nothing else to ask.

But her fingers still longed for the inside of Adele’s mouth a bit…

So she wanted to try if she could still make Adele obediently respond with actions just by speaking.

Hermione: “Let go.”

Hearing this, Adele’s silly and soft cute little expression didn’t change.

But she indeed obediently opened her mouth, her eyes dazed.

Hermione was able to withdraw her jade-white finger.

Getting such a response already made her very happy.

But she couldn’t help but think.

Was this Adele’s obedience only towards her, or did other Sequence Ones have it too?

Unable to get an answer for now.

Hermione’s anger had also dissipated, and she no longer had the mood to tease Adele.

So she murmured softly.

“Rest assured and sleep, Adele, we’re going home.”

Chapter 5: Heart Pierced Like an Arrow 

“After school, I couldn’t find you.”

“I thought maybe Dorothy had taken you away.”

Hermione’s voice paused for a moment.

“But she’s been a bit too greedy lately, and I was afraid that… the quality of your blood would decline.”

“So I went to find her, only to discover you weren’t with her.”

“Then I returned to school and started searching for your scent.”

Hermione’s tone was casual as if she was just looking for a cat or a dog.

What she wouldn’t tell Adele was that her footsteps had nearly covered the entire campus.

Finally, she caught a whiff of a very faint, cream cake-like fragrance wafting out from the locker room.

It belonged to Adele’s blood.

It’s said that in the eyes of the Vampire Clan, different people’s blood emits different scents.

Some are disgusting and foul, like grease in a gutter or maggot-infested rotten flesh.

Others are sweet and fragrant, like citrus or honey.

Adele belonged to the latter, like a sweet and soft little cake.

Unfortunately, this little cake was already covered in forks and knives, with everyone wanting a piece.

It had also devastated Adele’s body.

Hermione was considered gentle among them. Sometimes she wasn’t in a hurry to enjoy the little cake’s blood and just held her close, cheek to cheek.

But Adele was a milky lamb to be slaughtered.

Being held by Hermione, who was like a lion, a beast…

How could she feel warmth? She was just trembling in fear.

Adele’s eyes slightly opened a crack in her arms, revealing the gloomy pink pupils that seemed to be filled with haze.

Reminding one of foggy weather and the troublesome sound of drizzling rain.

Even though she didn’t say anything, looking at her eyes.

It was as if she had said everything.

Saying that being with Celeste and being with you, Hermione.

What difference did it make?

Either way, she was just meat and a doll.

Hermione took a deep breath, a sign that she was about to get angry.

The Ice Queen’s temper had always been stable.

Until she met Adele.

This lowly, weak, and incompetent… Sequence Five.

Her mood would fluctuate because of her, feeling sorrow and joy because of her.

On many sleepless nights, Hermione felt that she was the one who was sick.

She carried Adele through the campus after school, with no one around.

Even if there were people, who could stop her from taking Adele away?

Hermione arrived at an open-air parking lot and found her luxury car.

Then she opened the car door and threw Adele in.

Literally threw.

If it were a cat, it could flip in the air and land lightly.

But Adele wasn’t a cat. She didn’t have soft ears or a tail for balance.

So she unexpectedly fell on the soft seat, her back instinctively arching, fluffing up.

This was similar to a feral cat.

It didn’t hurt, but she appeared very frightened.

The girl’s breathing was rapid, almost sobbing.

She clenched her slender legs together as if it could give her even a little sense of security.

The girl’s pink knees touched each other without making a sound.

She shrank into the corner of the back seat.

Her messy black bangs fell over her eyes, and her pink pupils seemed to be extinguished in the dim environment of the car.

Only flickering faintly, ambiguous and unclear.

Hermione didn’t return to the driver’s seat right away but crawled in through the door Adele had entered.

Giving the feeling of a fierce and graceful predator.

Preparing to enter its den.

If one had to use a creature to describe her, it would definitely be a female leopard.

She approached Adele, her silver-blue long hair falling between the girl’s slender legs.

As if feeling that Adele’s legs being closed together was a bit of a hindrance.

Hermione placed her palm on the girl’s knees.

Instantly, a bone-chilling coldness swept over.

Making Adele couldn’t help but let out a cry.

“No, don’t…”

Hermione’s ice-blue eyes had just become passionate.

But this rejection sparked them to return to being frozen for a thousand miles.

She coldly, without concealing her Sequence One identity, released her spiritual power.

Compared to Celeste, it was more vast and richly filled the narrow space inside the car.

It was the crisp scent of sea salt.

The last time she released her spiritual power was in the locker room.

Even Celeste, a Sequence Two, was so intimidated that she couldn’t move.

Even though Celeste later tried desperately to resist, it was futile, and she was beaten unable to fight back.

Let alone Adele, who was at the very bottom of the Vampire Clan, a Sequence Five mixed-blood.

As Hermione’s spiritual power invaded.

Adele only felt her mind being “boom” blown up!

All self-awareness disappeared.

Like being dizzy, or drunk, or trapped in some kind of nightmare.

The girl’s eyes instantly became dazed, not knowing north, south, east, or west.

The body’s resistance also collapsed.

Her entire delicate body lost strength and fell limply against the car window.

In this state, Hermione could do anything to her.

This was the dominance of a Sequence One.

Humans could still say “Are kings and generals born of a special race?”

Someone like Adele, a Sequence Five, could only be a slave.

A little slave who inexplicably made one’s heart moved and concerned.

Hermione could finally do as she pleased with Adele in front of her.

But her movements became gentle instead.

Her outstretched hand caressed the girl’s fair but scarred face.

There were finger marks and handprints.

Some people had bullied Adele too far, maybe it was Dorothy, maybe it was…

Hermione’s gaze was terrifyingly cold.

At the same time, her caresses became more and more gentle.

Every time her fingertips touched one of Adele’s scars, invisible magic power would heal it.

Adele was a seductive little fairy.

When she was suppressed by spiritual power and became dazed and silly, she was unbelievably well-behaved and lovely.

Sometimes the Sequence Ones didn’t want to do anything, just simply release their spiritual power and watch Adele turn into an obedient “little fool”.

Watching her spacing out quietly by herself, like a rare flower standing alone in the world.

Adele’s face often turned red when she was spacing out, pink, looking very shy.

It formed a huge contrast with her “unyielding” performance when she was sober.

And at times like this.

No matter what she was asked, she would never lie.

If you wanted to know any secret in her heart, you could.

Hermione skillfully hooked the car door with her high heels and closed it.

In this way, the inside of the car became a private space belonging only to the two of them.

In front of her, the little fool was looking at her adorably.

Her face was blooming with bright peach blossoms.

Hermione’s breathing quickened, and she couldn’t help but caress the girl’s lips.

Very soft, like flower petals.

Making one’s throat unconsciously swallow.

“Adele, call me.”

She was looking forward to the moment when Adele would call out “Hermione”.

But something unexpected suddenly happened.

Adele actually opened her lips in a daze.

Hermione’s jade-like finger.

Gently…

Feeling the softness.

Hermione’s heart was as if it had been suddenly pierced by an arrow!
…

Chapter 4: The Ice Queen’s Lesson

The door was broken open with magical power.

The light of the setting sun poured in, illuminating the dim locker room.

Dust particles floated in the air like fairies.

A tall woman walked in, backlit, the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor clearly audible.

Hearing this sound, the delicate and weak black-haired girl, trembling with her enchanting pink eyes, pitifully shrunk further into the embrace of the girl in front of her.

Hermione saw the scene before her eyes.

The blonde girl with loose hair, a first-year student named Celeste, Sequence Two.

She was gazing up at her with fear in her emerald green eyes, mustering up courage.

In her arms, tightly embraced, the black-haired girl was shaking all over, as if afraid of the light, tightly closing her eyes.

Gasping heavily, her face flushed like a tide.

On her upper body, the buttons of her academy uniform shirt were undone, the collar in disarray.

Revealing her delicate collarbone, covered in scattered kiss marks.

Her snow-white neck had also suffered.

The skirt on her lower body had not yet fallen off, still wrapped around her slender waist that had been held by her.

Her slender legs were drawn out from it, her pink knees seemingly injured.

But the distance from falling off… should be soon, right?

Hermione’s face was shrouded in shadows that couldn’t be illumined, her eyes full of ice-blue flames burning like a demon.

A chilling aura instantly swept towards Celeste and Adele.

Celeste bore the brunt of it, even frost forming on her brows and eyes.

In contrast, Adele only felt a chill, like a breeze blowing.

The owner of the wind seemed to know she was frail.

The power deliberately avoided her, only leaving a ripple.

Unwilling to harm her.

Even though she was really disappointing her.

Hermione, Sequence One, with her signature silver-blue long hair and ice-blue eyes, enjoyed the title of “Ice Queen” in the academy.

She rarely made a move, making it difficult for others to judge her strength.

But from the fact that even the princess of the Vampire Clan, who was hailed as the strongest in the academy, had to put aside her usual arrogance and treat her as an equal in front of her.

Even among the Sequence Ones, her strength should be unique.

Celeste had no ability to resist in front of her.

The gap between Sequence Two and Sequence One was like a chasm.

She wanted to cry out, but even her voice was frozen.

One after another, invisible frost blades tore through Celeste’s coat, shirt, skirt, and skin…

In just a short breath of time.

Celeste, who originally had overwhelming power over Adele, was already covered in wounds from head to toe.

The blood couldn’t even seep out before the wounds were frozen red.

But she still held Adele tightly in her arms, refusing to let go.

Even her fingers were cut open by those frost blades, the cuts so deep that the glistening white bones were almost visible.

The original work didn’t describe this in detail either, only saying “The frost cruelly tortured Celeste’s body and soul, making her feel the despairing power gap.”

Adele didn’t know what kind of pain it was, or how immense the despair was.

She only knew.

Now, it seemed to be an excellent opportunity to gain some favorability.

Therefore, she cried out in a hoarse voice, almost wailing.

“Hermione… Lady Hermione, don’t…!”

“Don’t hurt Celeste anymore, I beg you…”

How could Adele not know that this was, in a sense, “fanning the flames”?

Of course, she knew, but she still had to do it.

Having just transmigrated into the book, she wasn’t saintly enough to empathize with Celeste, the woman who wanted to violate her when her confession was rejected.

Even though her current refusal to let go was indeed very moving.

But Adele just wanted to survive in this cruel world of the book as her weak self.

And live even better!

So, she wouldn’t miss any opportunity that could be exploited.

And she acted so well, it was touching.

Celeste would never forget this moment in her life.

Adele’s pleas for her sake, and her cries.

Even on her face, usually frozen like snow, there was a rare anger.

She stepped towards the two, reaching out her right hand, and fiercely swung the back of her hand with distinct knuckles from a diagonal angle with force.

—”Slap!”

An extremely crisp sound.

Celeste’s body was sent flying, like a tattered, broken kite.

Crashing into the wall, even the wall cracked, and dust from the ceiling fell.

And on her face, the wound formed by this slap that could almost be called a chop, neither bleeding nor healing, actually emitted an eerie ice-blue aura.

Probably from now on, for a long time.

Celeste would have to live with this humiliating wound, under the cold eyes and ridicule of others.

As proof that she had received a lesson from the Ice Queen.

Generally, elegant vampires tended to use magical power to end battles without bloodshed.

But Hermione broke this common sense.

Anger prompted her to vent with the raw power of her body.

This was a plot point that wasn’t in the original work.

Adele’s “fanning the flames” plan was a great success.

This way, Celeste would be even more unforgettable to her.

And her jealousy and hatred towards the Sequence Ones would deepen in her heart.

As long as it was utilized well, it could become a very useful sharp blade.

As for Hermione, the angrier she was, the more it meant that Adele weighed heavily in her heart.

In this way, Adele could judge.

When she was by Hermione’s side, perhaps she could act a little more willfully.

Adele showed a frightened expression on the surface.

But the little fox in her heart curled its lips into a cunning smile.

Hermione scooped her up in one go, and amid Adele’s cry of surprise, held her in her arms in a princess carry.

Then she looked at Celeste, who was struggling to get up, still mumbling “Adele” with a bleeding mouth.

Her gaze was arrogant and disdainful from above. “This slap is to tell you.”

“Don’t overstep and covet what you don’t deserve.”

“Thing”—Adele’s eyes dimmed.

Hermione’s palm actually hurt too.

What a vulgar action…

But, it felt good, didn’t it?

Celeste, curled up on the ground, her brilliant blonde hair stained with dust.

Powerless, like a dead dog.

Celeste’s eyes were full of tears, witnessing Hermione taking Adele away from her side.

Then, those tears seemed to turn into endless flames, resounding in the sky of the academy along with the girl’s scream.

………………

“The sound of a defeated dog is really unpleasant.”

Hermione made her assessment, effortlessly carrying Adele in her arms.

But at this moment, Adele seemed unwilling to see her.

Therefore, she tightly closed her eyes, her long and beautiful eyelashes trembling occasionally as if having a nightmare.

Her lips were pressed tightly together, her face ashen.

Hermione’s mood also fell like the setting sun.

Did her words hurt her?

When she referred to Adele as a “thing”.

The expression she showed was so sorrowful that it made one’s heart ache.

But that wasn’t actually Hermione’s true thoughts.

However… she had to be mindful of her identity.

Chapter 3: The Little Fox Adding Fuel to the Fire

As Adele thought about this, her troubled mind gradually calmed down.

Moreover, compared to these matters, the reality she currently faced was equally important.

The first thing she felt was the cold throughout her body, a bone-chilling cold.

Too much of the blood element had been lost from her body.

Blood, for the Vampire Clan, was the source of magical power.

Her blood seemed to be especially sweet.

However, with Adele’s current body that had not yet awakened and advanced, the specific enhancement effects could not be manifested.

But even so, she had already won the favor of those “Sequence Ones”.

She became the fine wine they often wanted to savor and the sweet little cupcake they wanted to taste.

After all, she was just a mere Sequence Five, a mixed-blood… Heh.

Let alone being “sucked dry”.

Even if she disappeared from the academy tomorrow.

Would anyone even notice?

To be precise, no one dared to notice or investigate.

Adele’s gaze visibly dimmed.

Due to the coldness of her body, she unexpectedly turned around and embraced the blonde girl in front of her.

Wanting to draw warmth from her body.

However, she never expected this action to make Celeste’s body suddenly stiffen.

Celeste, a Sequence Two young lady from a wealthy family.

Although her family belonged to the long-lived race, they were not stubborn. They rode the wind of the new era, made big money in real estate and finance.

The kind that should be hanged from a lamppost.

But they would also be looked down upon by the pure-blooded Vampire Clan, thinking she was just a nouveau riche.

And upon entering the academy, any wealth or power no longer had any effect.

The only obvious class distinction was the difference in bloodline.

After all, the suppressive power of bloodline was not to be underestimated.

As descendants of the first batch of people who drank the holy blood and became the true ancestors of the first-generation Vampire Clan, they were undoubtedly the absolute Sequence Ones.

And the vampire nobles born through the First Embrace of the true ancestors were Sequence Twos.

In descending order, at the lowest end were the Sequence Fives, the most ordinary and powerless Vampire Clan.

And Adele’s situation was even more miserable than that.

She was…

A Sequence Five vampire, born as a Sequence Five mixed-blood from a relationship with a human.

Compared to the Sequence Ones, she was truly like the difference between clouds and mud, a dragon and an ant.

So in this academy that valued bloodline, who would help her?

And the original host was a girl who was stubborn to the core.

She never bowed her head, never resigned to her fate.

In this regard, she indeed had a bit of the heroine’s stance of “my fate is in my own hands, not the will of heaven”.

But it was precisely because of this that she was treated so cruelly…

The more Adele recalled, the more she felt a bone-chilling coldness in her heart.

Her body was shaking badly.

Her hands, as if clinging to a lifesaver while drowning.

Tightly hugging Celeste in front of her, the Celeste who had just humiliated her.

The light in her pink eyes trembled slightly, like the refraction of a crystal under sunlight.

“I’m sorry… Adele, I’m sorry!”

Celeste apologized sincerely.

She didn’t even dare to hug tightly, let alone exert any of her spiritual power as a Sequence Two.

For a moment, she felt that she had completely lost Adele…

Because of her mistake!

That’s why when she regained what she had lost, she appeared to cherish it so much.

So guilty.

Adele just remained silent, because she hadn’t yet figured out how to handle her relationship with Celeste.

Therefore, she let Celeste hold her.

Working hard to draw warmth from the body of the girl in front of her.

At the same time, feeling the fullness of her supple and ample bosom.

But in Celeste’s eyes, she seemed to be at the utmost point of sorrow and disappointment in herself.

In the original work, Celeste was a memorable villain female lead in the early stages, making the readers’ emotions complex.

As a Sequence Two, she didn’t belong to the Sequence One circle.

Naturally, she had no right to lay her hands on Adele, who was marked as a toy within their circle.

But she fell in love with Adele at first sight.

It wasn’t the kind of superficial feeling of just playing around, but she really liked Adele.

However, she was also sensitive and had an inferiority complex. After failing to confess to Adele, she actually became angry out of humiliation and forcibly drained her blood.

She even wanted to push her down and possess her.

Of course, the subsequent plot didn’t let her succeed.

The author didn’t want the book to be taken down and harmonized.

So the author arranged for Lady Hermione, a Sequence One in the academy, to arrive just in time.

She beat up Celeste and took Adele away from the locker room.

This laid the groundwork for Celeste’s future revenge against the Sequence Ones.

As a Sequence Two vampire, in the future plot, she even drank a powerful magic potion that severely damaged her body in order to snatch Adele back.

With the power erupting from this, she nearly killed a Sequence One!

Thinking of this, Adele narrowed her long and enchanting eyes, looking inexplicably cunning.

The phrase “bewitching gaze and seductive walk” seemed to be born just for her.

The original work specifically described Adele as being like a little fox, and also like a lone wolf.

Obviously, the author portrayed and described her lone wolf side very well.

But forgot that she could also be a cunning little fox, wandering among women~

Adele suddenly realized.

Perhaps she could use Celeste’s feelings for her.

Making her a blade that gleamed with cold light.

Or a mad dog.

It could be aimed at the Sequence Ones.

And it could be aimed at many people.

Calculating the time, it should be about time for Lady Hermione to come to the rescue.

Should she…

Add fuel to the fire?

At this thought, her eyes instantly became pitiful.

For the first time in her life, she called out the girl’s name.

Her voice, which hadn’t spoken for a long time, was hoarse and very weak.

Like a slushie, carrying a hint of coolness and sweetness.

“…Celeste.”

Adele was like a flower bud, battered and withered by the sudden rain, yet still vibrant.

Exuding an aura that evoked pity and love.

“I’m here… I’m here!”

Celeste responded eagerly, feeling the arms wrapped around her tighten a little more.

Although it was only a very weak force.

But this sense of “being needed” was moving.

“I’m so cold, next time… don’t be so rough, okay?”

Adele’s voice had a hint of trembling and grievance, her tone gentle and slow.

This further deepened Celeste’s guilt towards her.

And she said next time!

Celeste looked up abruptly as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

Catching a glimpse of a pair of timid, pitiful pink eyes, like a little animal.

Despite the fear, she was still looking at her.

Like seeing a ball of fire.

Perhaps thinking in her heart that as long as she didn’t get too close.

There should be no danger of being burned.

But Celeste was a fool.

She couldn’t stand the loneliness and had already reached out to Adele.

The flames pounced towards the person.

In the end, it hurt her too.

Her lips trembled, wanting to apologize.

Already unable to say anything other than an apology.

Wanting to get Adele’s forgiveness… begging her.

No matter what she asked her to do, she would.

Forgive her…

But before she could speak, Adele had already placed a finger vertically on her lips.

Gesturing for her not to speak.

“…”

She began to speak with difficulty, occasional coughs, as heart-wrenching as a cuckoo spitting blood.

“No need to apologize… maybe, I was also wrong.”

“Celeste, I didn’t look down on you, how could I, a Sequence Five… cough! dare to…”

“I didn’t want to communicate with you, only because I was afraid you would get implicated by me.”

“I was afraid they would start treating you roughly too…”

“I have no friends, nor do I dare to make any friends.”

“Originally, I thought there was a chance between us…”

Adele slowly closed her sorrowful eyes, the tears at the corners of her eyes glistening.

One could almost imagine.

At this moment in Adele’s heart, what kind of bitterness and suffering she was enduring.

It was only at this moment, hearing Adele’s explanation, that Celeste understood.

It turned out that she showed such a disgusted look only to discourage her.

It turned out that she silently cared about her in her heart.

It turned out… she had also thought about becoming friends with her.

But she herself…!

She who did such a thing to her…

What right did she have to stay by her side?

Celeste’s guilt flowed out from the bottom of her heart like a gushing spring.

Her tears also broke through.

Pain, so painful!

But at this moment, what Adele was thinking in her heart was.

—Hermione, where the hell are you!

Fortunately, the next moment, the door of the locker room was destroyed by magical power and pushed open roughly.

While letting out a long sigh of relief, Adele.

Suddenly pounced into Celeste’s arms in front of her.

Her little hands clinging to her chest, shoulders tightened.

Like a small animal frightened by a sound, a normal reaction.

Seeking a reliable existence.

Relying on her with all her heart and soul, seeking help.

Adele nestled in Celeste’s bosom, enjoying her temperature.

Panting slightly, her face flushed.

Looking as if they had just engaged in a strenuous activity.