“Don’t move. Sit right here.”
“From now on, you can’t go anywhere.”
Noxia stood up, her cold gaze sweeping the surroundings before finally settling on the kitchen doorway.
Noxia’s words made Lorevil feel uneasy.
“I’m going to make you blood marrow soup. You must stay where I can see you.”
Lorevil was just about to nod in agreement when Noxia lifted her and placed her on a low stool right next to the kitchen, facing the doorway.
No matter what she did, Noxia would see her if she just turned her head.
“This way, you can’t run.”
Noxia looked at the obedient Lorevil, a flash of obsessive satisfaction flickering in her eyes, as if confirming her treasure had no possibility of escape.
From then on, Lorevil truly experienced what it meant to be inseparable.
She wanted to use the bathroom. The moment she stood up, Noxia put down the ladle in her hand, silently followed her in, and stood guard at the door.
There was absolutely no intention of backing down.
“Noxia, I’m just going to the bathroom. Nothing will happen.”
Lorevil said helplessly, trying to reassure her.
“No.”
Noxia shook her head, her voice cold and firm as she refused. “You got hurt this time because you acted alone. I can’t make the same mistake again.”
When Noxia said this, the dark aura above her head churned slightly.
Clearly, Lorevil leaving her sight was an extreme stimulus for Noxia.
“……”
Lorevil’s mouth twitched.
And it wasn’t just that…
If Lorevil shifted her body slightly or coughed once, Noxia would immediately come over to ask what was wrong.
‘This is a yandere, isn’t it?!’
‘This is completely yandere behavior!’
A wry smile appeared on Lorevil’s face.
Constantly passively appeasing her like this wasn’t a solution.
She had to find the one who truly attacked her as soon as possible to dispel Noxia’s worries.
What gave her a bigger headache was,
Noxia absolutely would not allow her to leave the mansion even a single step. How was she supposed to attend Mary’s funeral then?
‘If Mahina loses control of her emotions because of Mary’s death and her corruption value rises, and I don’t have time to soothe her, with two corrupted vampires surrounding me, wouldn’t I be even more doomed!’
Thinking of this, Lorevil took a deep breath and silently took out the communication blood crystal, sending an order to Ira.
“Investigate the vampire who attacked me yesterday. Focus on small factions active in the outskirts recently, especially those who have had friction with Thorn.”
“Understood, Lady Lorevil.” Ira’s respectful reply came quickly.
Lorevil glanced at Noxia, busy in the kitchen.
While Ira was starting the search, she herself should also make an effort here.
‘Although soothing her emotions has some effect, Noxia is completely stubborn right now and won’t listen to any explanation. It’s very troublesome.’
Lorevil’s brow furrowed slightly.
She wanted the corruption bar to drop to a safe value, preferably below ten percent.
Ten percent was Lorevil’s safe threshold for her wives’ corruption values.
If things continued like this, Lorevil didn’t know how long she’d have to wait before she could move freely.
She had to take the initiative.
Lorevil made up her mind, deciding to speed things up.
“Noxia… is the blood marrow soup ready?”
As she spoke, she used her recovering strength to slowly walk over to Noxia’s side.
“Hmm?”
Noxia sensed her approach. A faint trace of killing intent appeared on her face, and the chopping motion of the kitchen knife in her hand, hacking at the blood marrow, paused for a moment.
She turned to look at Lorevil, her eyes cold, but she didn’t chase her away.
Mwah~
Lorevil seized the opportunity, bringing her lips to Noxia’s mouth for a light peck.
“Mmm… What are you doing?”
Noxia was stunned for a moment, an abnormal blush spreading across her face. The corruption value above her head fluctuated violently but quickly returned to normal.
“Go back and sit in your spot, or I’ll get angry.” Noxia said coldly, the kitchen knife still in her hand.
“Alright.”
Lorevil shrugged helplessly, temporarily retreating.
It seemed this level of intimacy had a very limited effect.
She had no choice but to return to the low stool and sit down, watching Noxia continue her work without disturbing her further.
Not long after, a pot of rich and fragrant blood marrow soup was ready.
Noxia ladled out a full bowl, placed it on the small table in front of Lorevil, picked up a spoon, and commanded, “I’ll feed you. You drink.”
It seemed this was the only way.
Lorevil sighed, knowing resistance was useless right now, and complied.
However, the trace of blood energy contained in Noxia’s blood marrow soup did help her weakened body recover a bit.
“Drink…”
After finishing one bowl, Noxia ladled another and continued feeding her.
After being fed two consecutive bowls of blood marrow soup spoonful by spoonful by Noxia, Lorevil’s stomach was already bloated and full. She really couldn’t drink anymore.
“No, I’m already full.”
Lorevil shook her head in refusal, tightly closing her mouth.
“You can’t refuse.”
Noxia’s pretty face carried an abnormal flush and an anger as if disturbed.
“Your body is weak. You must replenish more blood energy. Swallow it quickly!”
As her words fell,
Noxia’s soft fingers pinched Lorevil’s chin, forcing her mouth open. Then she forcibly shoved the spoonful of soup inside,
proceeding to slowly pour the remaining blood marrow soup down her throat.
“Mmm…”
Lorevil instinctively struggled a bit. Some soup spilled from the corner of her mouth, leaving a faint red trail.
But Noxia’s strength, enhanced by her corruption, had become exceptionally great.
“That… I can’t…”
Lorevil simply couldn’t break free from Noxia’s restraint, and could only let the hot soup flow down her throat.
“Lore, Lorevil, not a single drop… in the bowl can be left.” Noxia said stubbornly, a dangerous smile hanging on her face.
That look sent a chill down Lorevil’s spine.
Only after the last drop of blood marrow soup was fed did Noxia finally release Lorevil’s lips, wiping away the remaining soup from the corner of her mouth.
Lorevil gasped for breath in big gulps, a hint of flushed redness from being stifled appearing on her face.
Although the blood marrow soup itself was delicious, being forced to drink it was still somewhat uncomfortable.
However, when she looked at the dark aura above Noxia’s head, she couldn’t help but feel a little relieved.
The corruption value had dropped to thirty-five percent, another ten percent decrease. That was significant progress.
“Next, it’s time for a bath.”
After saying this, Noxia pulled Lorevil into the bathroom.
“Noxia, I can bathe by myself.”
Lorevil said, her gaze somewhat evasive as she looked at Noxia, her cheeks slightly warm.
“You go out first. With you here, I can’t relax.” “I’ll wait outside. Call me if anything happens.”
Perhaps the earlier feeding had slightly eased her mood, and the corruption value had dropped below the midpoint of the safe range. This time, Noxia didn’t insist.
‘What is all this…’
Lorevil breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the bathroom, and closed the door. ‘Even though it’s concern, it’s too suffocating…’
Noxia’s care was truly a bit too much for her to handle. This level of control made her feel like a canary locked in an exquisite cage.
Pitter-patter
The warm water stream washed over her body, clearing Lorevil’s muddled head considerably.
As soon as Lorevil finished her bath and pushed the door open, Noxia walked in, holding a set of soft silk pajamas.
She helped blow-dry Lorevil’s hair and helped her change into the pajamas.
After completing this series of tasks, Noxia helped Lorevil lie down on the bed and tucked her in.
And Noxia herself sat on the chair by the bed.
‘As long as I try my best to satisfy Noxia’s demands, it should be fine.’
‘As long as I satisfy Noxia’s… demands, the corruption value should continue to drop, right…’
Exhausted, Lorevil thought this way, and thinking, she closed her eyes under Noxia’s gaze.
“Lorevil…”
Noxia waited until the girl on the bed was asleep, then brought her face close, greedily inhaling Lorevil’s scent.
“As your fiancée, when can I… truly become one with Lorevil?”
Deep infatuation and fanaticism rose in Noxia’s eyes. Then her agitated emotions gradually calmed, and the corruption value stabilized at twenty-four percent.
Noxia knew her current state was strange.
Normally, as a fiancée, Noxia was shy and reserved, blushing and her heart racing even from actively holding Lorevil’s hand.
The corrupted state amplified the deep-seated desires within her.
It made Noxia unable to control herself, doing things she would never normally do.
Seeing Lorevil completely within her sight, Noxia even felt a thread of excitement.
So much so that,
the thought sprouted—to tie Lorevil to the bed like this, to keep her by her side forever.
This way, no one could hurt her, and she would never leave.
But Noxia, whose nature was gentle,
snuffed out this obsessive thought the moment it sprouted.
Doing that would not make Lorevil happy. She might even come to hate her.
And all of this, Lorevil remained unaware of, for she had already sunk into a deep sleep.