Dragged into the “little black room” against her will, Bai Ling had already given up on life.
When she left the main hall, she was still thinking about how to escape, but the moment the door to the “little black room” shut completely, all hope vanished.
After closing the door, Bai Ting leaned against it, looking at Bai Ling with her signature smirk.
“Hehe, run, go on, try hiding from me again.
Now that I’ve got you, don’t even think about begging for mercy later~” She then started walking toward Bai Ling, step by step.
Seeing Bai Ting closing in, Bai Ling instinctively backed away, trying to come up with an excuse to escape.
“Um… I… uh…” Before she could finish, Bai Ting cut her off, as if she already knew what she was going to say.
“Don’t bother making excuses.
Just accept your fate already, hehe.” She even wiped the corner of her mouth, pretending to clean off nonexistent drool, looking like some pervy old man who hadn’t touched a girl in years.
Bai Ling tried to resist again.
“I… I want to… go…” But once more, Bai Ting interrupted her.
“No need.
I know exactly what you’re thinking.
You just want to use the bathroom as an excuse to run away, right?” Bai Ling stared at her in shock, like, how the hell did you know? Bai Ting caught that dumbfounded look and couldn’t help but mock her.
“Didn’t you try that trick before? You got away once, twice even.
But if I let you escape a third time, wouldn’t that be just too embarrassing for me?”
After realizing Bai Ting had seen right through her little plan, Bai Ling felt like she’d fallen into an ice pit.
Watching Bai Ting’s devilish steps getting closer and closer, her panic grew with every step.
She only managed to back up a few steps before hitting the edge of the bed.
The moment she touched it, Bai Ting lunged and pinned her down onto the soft mattress.
Their faces were now inches apart, both of them blushing.
Bai Ling didn’t dare meet her sister’s eyes and turned her head to the side, revealing her flushed, silvery earlobe.
In her mind, she was already thinking, next time I need a better excuse… Bai Ting stared at that pink ear, practically drooling.
Without a word, she bit down on it.
She didn’t use much force, but it still made Bai Ling yelp in surprise—and she even licked it.
They say ears are a woman’s third most sensitive spot, and damn if that isn’t true.
Just look at Bai Ling now—after that one lick, she went limp like a deflated balloon, completely powerless.
“Um… be gentle…” Bai Ling whispered weakly.
“What, you can’t handle just this?” Bai Ting teased, looking down at the girl beneath her.
Bai Ling was suffering in silence.
God knows why this new body of hers was so damn sensitive after reincarnating.
She didn’t want to make a sound, but the moment she was touched, her body reacted on its own, crying out and going limp.
Who could understand this kind of misery? She was seriously at her limit.
Bai Ting was already burning with desire, and now, seeing Bai Ling biting her lip and trying so hard to endure, looking so pitiful, she couldn’t hold back anymore.
She stripped down and went all in, using both hands, making Bai Ling moan softly again and again.
(Ten thousand words omitted—use your imagination.)
After it was all over, Bai Ling was still lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, her body twitching uncontrollably.
Bai Ting, on the other hand, stood up, checked the sheets to make sure she’d cleaned up thoroughly, then clapped her hands.
“Ahhh, little sister flavor really is the best~” she said, even licking the corner of her mouth like she still wasn’t satisfied.
The look on her face made Bai Ling tremble in fear again, terrified she might go for another round.
Once a day was already more than enough—if it happened again, Bai Ling seriously didn’t know if her little body could take it.
Only after getting dressed did Bai Ting remember they had actual business to take care of.
She turned to the still-limp Bai Ling on the bed and said, “Come on, lazybones, get up.
Father said we can’t ‘play’ for too long.” Play? This wasn’t playing—this was straight-up one-sided abuse (fill in the blanks yourself).
Bai Ling heard her, but didn’t respond.
She didn’t want to get up either—she didn’t have the strength.
She was basically broken.
Seeing Bai Ling still not moving, Bai Ting was a little annoyed, but she knew it was her own fault her sister was in this state.
So she forced a smile and said, “Hurry up! Father won’t wait forever.” But that smile was clearly a bit stiff.
Bai Ling still didn’t move.
Now it was getting awkward.
Bai Ting’s mouth twitched, clearly on the verge of snapping.
There was even a little “#” symbol popping up on her forehead.
Since coaxing didn’t work, she switched tactics and went straight to threats.
Her tone turned sharp, like if Bai Ling didn’t move, she’d really pounce again.
“What? Still lying in bed? Don’t tell me you actually want to keep going with what we were doing just now?”
Hearing that, Bai Ling shivered all over.
She shot up from the bed like a fish flipping out of water, stood straight on the floor, and without a word, started rustling around to get dressed.
Bai Ling was dying inside.
She’d already been messed with once today—if it happened again, who knew what would happen? Her body might be weak, but her past life’s abilities were still intact, so she forced herself to move in a way that didn’t match her current state.
No way was she going to go through that “inhuman” affection again.
That move left Bai Ting completely stunned.
She was confused—wasn’t Bai Ling all soft and limp just a second ago? How’d she suddenly get so energetic?
She had no idea it was her own threat that triggered this reaction.
If she knew, she’d probably be jumping for joy.
After standing there dumbfounded for a few seconds, Bai Ting finally remembered what their father said—they needed to get ready.
So she followed Bai Ling to the vanity and started fixing herself up, even helping Bai Ling with her hair.
She absolutely loved Bai Ling’s hair—every time she brushed it, she couldn’t help but play with it a little longer.
That silky texture, the way it shone black like polished obsidian—it made her jealous.
Sure, her own hair was soft too, but because she spent so much time “immersed” in Bai Ling’s world, she didn’t really take care of herself.
She hadn’t even noticed that her own silver hair was just as smooth.
I mean, come on, they’re full-blooded sisters—how different could their hair really be? Even she didn’t realize how much of a knockout she was.
Once they were all dolled up, Bai Ting clapped her hands and admired her work.
“Perfect!” she said, then grabbed Bai Ling’s little hand and led her toward the stairs.
