Chapter 99: Breaking Down Walls
Of course, Adele wanted to relive that kiss.
But Jasmine’s blood wasn’t something to be taken lightly. It was out of the question. She, Jasmine, was a being with cheat abilities. Indulging Adele once out of affection was enough. Besides, being bitten wasn’t a pleasant experience. Jasmine didn’t want to be a blood bank.
No matter how much Adele pleaded, Jasmine remained unmoved. If Adele became too persistent, Jasmine would simply silence her with a kiss, effectively ending the unwanted conversation. Adele was still a fool for love in front of Jasmine. A single kiss would make her forget what she was about to say, her eyes glazed over as she gazed at Jasmine, convinced that everything Jasmine said was perfect.
Adele’s innocence was frustrating. Even if Jasmine wanted to take things further, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She had her own mental barriers to overcome.
Firstly, how old was Adele? Well, she’s almost twenty. Old enough for this kind of thing. But secondly, Adele was the girl Jasmine had raised. It felt wrong, like taking advantage of her own child.
While Jasmine struggled with these thoughts, Adele was accelerating her plans. She asked the slave trader to find some low-ranking vampires who were struggling to survive. The slave trader assumed that Adele wanted maids and servants. After all, she was a high-ranking noble of the Blake family. But he knew that there were no vampire servants at Spark Farm.
He was responsible for servant rentals and sales in this region. The previous farm manager, Oakham, being a low-ranking vampire, hadn’t had the status or the money to purchase servants. And Adele, although a noble, hadn’t brought any servants from her family. So, it was only natural for her to want to buy some now.
But Adele had a specific request, “I want those who are struggling financially. I don’t care about their appearance. The most important thing is that they can work.”
The slave trader was astonished. Vampires were obsessed with beauty. Having unattractive servants around might even ruin their appetite. But Adele had emphasized that she didn’t care about their looks, only their ability to work. What was she planning?
Despite his confusion, the slave trader readily agreed. Adele was offering a generous sum, and it was a chance to get rid of his unwanted inventory.
While the slave trader was searching for suitable candidates, a group of otherworldly beings was plotting against Spark Farm. According to Jasmine’s investigation, they had been observing the farm for a while. They had determined that Adele was the only powerful individual there, and as a vampire, she wouldn’t be active during the day.
Besides Adele, there were only humans and a group of weak and vulnerable otherworldly beings at the farm, posing no threat to them. So, they decided to take advantage of Adele’s slumber and raid the farm during the day. Even otherworldly beings needed to eat and drink. After years of being oppressed by vampires, living a life of hardship and deprivation, they couldn’t resist the sight of plump livestock.
And in their eyes, livestock included humans. Jasmine could coexist peacefully with otherworldly beings, but only if they hadn’t tasted the flesh and blood of their own kind. So, when these otherworldly beings stormed the farm, Jasmine swiftly dealt with them.
Looking at their dying eyes, filled with disbelief, Jasmine felt like her existence defied logic. But she was undeniably human, in every way.
Perhaps she was a mutant?
Jasmine was curious about Adele’s perspective. When Adele woke up that evening, Jasmine informed her about the attempted raid and how she had dealt with it. Although Adele was an idealist, she wasn’t naive. Those who dared to harm others deserved their fate.
She simply nodded, acknowledging the incident, and then focused on forming a defense team. The previous defense team had been composed of Spark Farm’s original workers, but with the new, diverse workforce, the old system was no longer suitable.
She needed to select individuals who were skilled in combat and patrolling. For example, the Human Resistance Army advance team that Jasmine had brought was far more capable than Spark Farm’s original workers and the weak and vulnerable otherworldly beings Adele had recruited.
After discussing this matter, Jasmine didn’t leave. She waited until Adele had finished her work, then she finally asked the question that had been bothering her, “Adele, why haven’t you asked me why I’m so strong?”
As far as Jasmine knew, although powerful humans like her weren’t unheard of in history, they were only legends from ancient times. During the vampires’ reign, there had never been anyone as powerful as her.
Adele was taken aback by her question, then she decided to humor Jasmine. “Why are you so strong, Jasmine?” she asked.
Jasmine, however, didn’t know how to answer. Should she tell Adele that she was a transmigrator? No, that would make their relationship seem inappropriate, like an older woman preying on a young girl. So, Jasmine couldn’t give her that answer.
After a moment’s hesitation, she said something that sounded like a cop-out, “I don’t know.” She reflected on her short, almost twenty-year life. “I don’t know when it started, but I realized that I was strong, incredibly strong. Even before you came to the childcare institution, I could punch through walls and crush rocks with my bare hands. Then, at Blake Castle, I discovered that I was immune to mental magic. The vampires’ most powerful weapon had no effect on me.”
Adele’s first reaction was, “Wow, you’re amazing, Jasmine! Even for vampires, it’s not easy to resist mental magic. I almost got caught by the school doctor.”
Jasmine wasn’t looking for praise. She wanted to discuss something deeper. “But if I’m this strong… can I still be considered human?” This question had been troubling her for a while. She insisted that her soul was human, but when her body had become so different from a human’s, did her insistence even matter?
Especially when she saw the disbelief in others’ eyes, the “Is she really human?!” looks, she would start to doubt herself. As she voiced her concerns, Adele looked at her with a strange expression. Realizing that Jasmine was genuinely troubled by this, Adele’s expression became serious.
“Jasmine, does it really matter if you’re human or not? No matter who you are, you’re still Jasmine.”
My Jasmine, she added silently.
Jasmine was stunned. It was as if a lightning bolt had shattered the dark clouds in her mind, leaving a clear, bright sky. She hadn’t expected Adele to offer such profound insight. Adele was right. No matter who she was, she was still Jasmine.
Did her race really matter? What mattered was how she defined herself.
Jasmine chuckled. “Thank you. I didn’t expect you to be so wise, Adele.”
Adele was initially proud of Jasmine’s praise, but then she realized that Jasmine’s words were a bit backhanded, especially the “didn’t expect” part. She pouted. “Jasmine, what do you mean?! How dare you say that!”
Jasmine wanted to change the subject, but Adele seemed genuinely offended. So, she asked softly, “Adele, do you know what couples do?” Adele was confused. “Holding hands, hugging, kissing,” she answered. They had done all those things, often. But Jasmine’s expression clearly said: How can you be so naive?
Adele countered, “Then what else do couples do?”
Jasmine beckoned Adele closer. Adele leaned in, and Jasmine whispered in her ear, sharing secrets about what couples did. Her lips were close to Adele’s ear, her warm breath brushing against Adele’s pointed ear, making it twitch.
More than Jasmine’s breath, it was her words that made Adele blush. The things Jasmine described were far too explicit, making Adele’s head spin, her ears burning. Even so, she patiently listened until Jasmine finished. Then she covered her ears and jumped back, accusing Jasmine, “You! Jasmine! Do you think about these things all the time?!”
She pointed at Jasmine, her finger trembling from embarrassment. Her face was as red as an apple. Jasmine, however, remained calm. She asked, “Then Adele, do you want to do these things?”
Jasmine felt like she was corrupting a child, but they had to reach home base eventually. She wasn’t a herbivore, and she didn’t want a platonic relationship with Adele. She wanted meat!
Humans hadn’t evolved just to eat vegetables! Meat was the eternal pursuit of humankind.
Jasmine’s explicit words shattered Adele’s romantic illusions about love. But undeniably, the idea of being intimate with Jasmine was incredibly tempting.
So, despite her shyness, Adele nodded. “I do,” she said, surprisingly honest for a tsundere.
But they faced a bigger problem. Adele blushed, her voice barely a whisper, “But Jasmine, I don’t know how to do those things…”
Jasmine said matter-of-factly, “It’s okay. I don’t know how to either.”
Adele: “?”
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