Chapter 4: Pain Seems to Lighten the Guilt
“Well done.”
Leng Qing Qiu walked to Lu Zhiyin’s side, clapped her hands in encouragement.
“…”
Lu Zhiyin turned her head stiffly, saying nothing, only offering a strained smile.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you to bathe.”
Knowing Lu Zhiyin wouldn’t feel good, Leng Qing Qiu offered no comfort. She simply ignored the blood on Lu Zhiyin and picked her up, leaving the basement.
As they walked towards the bathroom, she gently touched Lu Zhiyin’s face.
Looking at the stiff girl in her arms and the blood on her face, Leng Qing Qiu felt a sense of satisfaction.
She seemed to like both her frightened appearance and her soft, yielding state, her eyes like pools of spring water due to desire.
Entering the bathroom, Leng Qing Qiu placed Lu Zhiyin on a small stool. She turned on the shower and combed Lu Zhiyin’s hair with her fingers.
She disliked the texture of Lu Zhiyin’s hair, so she didn’t use a comb.
“Mmm…”
Lu Zhiyin bent over, letting Leng Qing Qiu comb her hair.
The strong smell of blood still filled her nostrils, and the scene of the man’s blood spraying out after she slashed him with a knife was still vivid in her mind.
If nothing unexpected happened, she would have nightmares again tonight.
Lu Zhiyin wondered if she would ever see that god again. She wanted to exchange some things with her.
She felt that with her almost nonexistent intelligence, it might be too difficult to “capture” these female leads.
Lu Zhiyin balled her hands into fists and closed her eyes.
As she closed her eyes, Leng Qing Qiu turned on the shower. She didn’t take off Lu Zhiyin’s clothes but let the warm water soak all of them.
After the warm water completely soaked Lu Zhiyin’s school uniform, Leng Qing Qiu slowly began to undress her.
Lu Zhiyin was very cooperative, showing no intention of resisting. Looking at the obedient, doll-like girl, Leng Qing Qiu felt even better.
After taking off all her clothes, Leng Qing Qiu began to apply body wash to Lu Zhiyin.
The mint-scented body wash was refreshing. As time passed, the smell of blood was gradually washed away, leaving only the fragrance of the body wash.
However, Lu Zhiyin still couldn’t escape the guilt of killing. After all, she had taken a life with her own hands once again.
Are there ghosts in this world? According to the game’s setting, there are no ghosts. Lu Zhiyin also knew there were no ghosts in this world; she was simply uneasy about her conscience.
In the end, no matter how wrong that person was, shouldn’t she have called the police to handle it? Even if he deserved to die, it should have been the police and the courts to sentence the man to death, not for her to kill him.
The more she thought, the more bewildered Lu Zhiyin became.
She looked at the wound on her forearm that she had inflicted herself.
The wound had not yet been stitched and looked somewhat gruesome. She wondered if it would leave a scar.
Leng Qing Qiu noticed her gaze.
“Worried about the scar on your arm? Afraid it’ll leave a mark?”
Squatting down, Leng Qing Qiu stopped the shower and squeezed Lu Zhiyin’s injured forearm.
A wave of pain washed over Lu Zhiyin. She frowned, but surprisingly, it didn’t feel too bad.
She always felt like she had done something wrong and should be punished, but she didn’t dare to turn herself in to the police.
She thought she should find a way to relieve her guilt.
“Don’t worry, it won’t leave a scar. Modern medicine is quite advanced.”
Shaking her head, Leng Qing Qiu was about to continue washing Lu Zhiyin. As she started to stand up, Lu Zhiyin grabbed her hand.
Leng Qing Qiu paused, then squatted down curiously, wanting to know what Lu Zhiyin wanted to tell her.
“…”
Lu Zhiyin said nothing. She simply pulled Leng Qing Qiu closer and then hugged her.
“…Hm? What’s wrong?”
Not resisting, Leng Qing Qiu didn’t mind getting wet from Lu Zhiyin.
After all, her clothes were already stained with blood when she carried Lu Zhiyin to the bathroom, and she would be bathing herself soon, so it didn’t matter.
“Leng Qing Qiu, please… do something to me…”
Resting her chin on Leng Qing Qiu’s shoulder, her face pressed against Leng Qing Qiu’s, her wet hair brushing against Leng Qing Qiu’s face and neck, making Leng Qing Qiu feel a ticklish sensation.
Lu Zhiyin thought that since Leng Qing Qiu liked to torment her, proactively asking Leng Qing Qiu to torment her would not only earn her favor but also alleviate her guilt through pain. Wasn’t this a win-win situation?
Physical pain was far less agonizing than psychological suffering.
“…What’s wrong?”
Leng Qing Qiu didn’t feel joy. She frowned. Although she had forced Lu Zhiyin to say shameful things before, she knew Lu Zhiyin didn’t like pain.
Was she trying to please her, or had she genuinely become a masochist?
If she was trying to please her, what did she want her to do?
Leng Qing Qiu couldn’t quite guess Lu Zhiyin’s thoughts.
“It’s nothing… I just don’t feel very well…”
She shook her head slightly, her hair swaying with the movement, and Leng Qing Qiu felt that ticklish sensation again.
She lowered her gaze, her sight falling upon the girl’s fair, flawless, rounded shoulders.
No moles, no other marks, just pure white. Perhaps, on this pure white, something was missing?
After a moment of simple thought, Leng Qing Qiu understood what was wrong with Lu Zhiyin.
Perhaps she was tormented by guilt. Her childhood friend was, after all, an ordinary person… no, she was much purer than the average person in this city. For someone like her to kill would indeed leave psychological trauma.
The pent-up emotions needed to be released.
Looking around the bathroom, Leng Qing Qiu couldn’t find a knife for the moment. She also didn’t want to leave the bathroom now; perhaps Lu Zhiyin would change her mind if she left and came back later?
After a slight hesitation, she gently bit Lu Zhiyin’s shoulder.
Applying a little force, her teeth sank into the flesh. She could feel Lu Zhiyin hugging her tighter, likely from the pain.
“…Mmm…”
Lu Zhiyin let out a muffled groan. Feeling the pain in her left shoulder, her guilt decreased slightly, just as she had expected.
But it wasn’t enough.
She hugged Leng Qing Qiu tighter, her fingers fiddling with Leng Qing Qiu’s back through her school uniform.
Lu Zhiyin’s strength wasn’t great, so pressing through the school uniform wouldn’t hurt Leng Qing Qiu, but it was enough for Leng Qing Qiu to understand her intention.
“…”
With understanding, Leng Qing Qiu increased the force, her teeth piercing the skin. Leng Qing Qiu could feel a salty, fishy taste in her mouth.
Although Leng Qing Qiu enjoyed killing, she had never bitten anyone before. In her opinion, that was something only beasts did.
The initial attempt felt good. Perhaps it was because of the person?
Thinking this, Leng Qing Qiu could feel Lu Zhiyin’s hug loosening.
“…It’s enough… Mmm… Wait… Please stop.”
Lu Zhiyin was satisfied and wanted to stop, but Leng Qing Qiu didn’t. She moved to another spot and bit down again.
She tightly hugged the girl’s waist, preventing Lu Zhiyin from escaping.
Often, things don’t stop just because the initiator wishes them to.
