Chapter 56: Abuse in the Bathroom
“Let’s go, take a bath.”
Standing still and staring at the blood-covered Lu Zhiyin for a while, Leng Qingqiu reached out and casually threw the dagger in the white-haired girl’s right hand onto the ground.
Then, she carried Lu Zhiyin upstairs, not caring at all if Lu Zhiyin’s blood would stain her.
Well, perhaps because Leng Qingqiu was also covered in quite a bit of blood, she didn’t care as much?
With steady steps, she carried the somewhat dejected Lu Zhiyin into the bedroom and placed the girl on a small stool.
“Aren’t you going to deal with the body…? I can bathe myself if necessary.”
As Leng Qingqiu’s hand touched the hem of Lu Zhiyin’s clothes, about to lift them, Lu Zhiyin reached out and grabbed Leng Qingqiu’s wrist.
“Let’s talk after the bath. I have blood all over me, it’s uncomfortable.”
Making up a casual excuse to brush it off, Leng Qingqiu moved away Lu Zhiyin’s hand that was blocking her and continued her previous actions.
This time, Lu Zhiyin didn’t stop her again, allowing Leng Qingqiu to strip her bare, piece by piece.
Her fair skin and the layers of bandages were once again revealed to Leng Qingqiu, making the brown-haired girl’s breathing quicken.
As the bandages were slowly removed, the wounds beneath them were all exposed, some were scabbed, some were not.
Most of Lu Zhiyin’s injuries were from within the past week, so it was naturally not quick for them to recover completely.
Those ugly scars and bruises were irregularly distributed on Lu Zhiyin’s fair skin, ruining the aesthetic but also giving Lu Zhiyin a fragile, pitiable quality.
Leng Qingqiu liked her like this.
Reaching out and gently touching a bruise on the white-haired girl’s right shoulder, Leng Qingqiu saw her childhood friend frown, but she did not cry out in pain, which made Leng Qingqiu slightly dissatisfied.
Standing up, Leng Qingqiu took the dagger out of her pocket and tried to slice the blade across her fingertip. A bloodstain immediately appeared. This dagger was undoubtedly sharp, which put Leng Qingqiu slightly at ease. If it was sharp enough, would the abuse she was about to inflict on her childhood friend be less painful?
Tsk… I really am a strange person. I’m already thinking about abusing my childhood friend, and yet I’m still thinking about reducing her pain? How is that even possible…
Shaking her head, Leng Qingqiu began to undress herself, piece by piece. Before long, the girl’s exquisite naked body appeared before Lu Zhiyin.
Her tall figure, beautiful abs, and a broad chest that she had never noticed before – Leng Qingqiu’s body was undoubtedly flawless.
If Lu Zhiyin hadn’t gone through so many recent events, she might have been incredibly excited at the prospect of bathing with a beautiful woman; it was a dream for countless men.
However, Lu Zhiyin now had no such worldly desires. Compared to Leng Qingqiu’s naked body, she was more concerned about the dagger placed in the corner of the bathroom.
She already had a faint premonition that the dagger would soon bring her unbearable pain.
If possible, she did not want to feel pain.
Who would enjoy being abused? Apart from people with special fetishes, probably no one would.
Lowering her head, her stained white hair fell down, obscuring Lu Zhiyin’s vision.
As Leng Qingqiu turned on the shower, mist filled the air, making her already obscured vision even more blurry.
The warm water poured over her body, inexplicably reminding Lu Zhiyin of the blood of the man she had just killed. It was the same warmth, the only difference being that the current warm water was not viscous and had no strange smell.
As the hot water continued to stream down, in her sight, the blood-stained water flowed over the ceramic tiles and finally entered the drain.
After an unknown amount of time, the water flowing on the ground finally became clear, and Lu Zhiyin was also made dizzy by the hot water.
Leng Qingqiu appeared behind Lu Zhiyin at some point, bending slightly, her fingers combing through Lu Zhiyin’s hair.
The girls were very close, so close that Lu Zhiyin could feel Leng Qingqiu’s body temperature.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her hands clenching unconsciously.
“You… you want to do something to me, right…”
She asked softly.
As soon as the words fell, the dagger in Leng Qingqiu’s hand was already against the girl’s left shoulder.
The cold blade stimulated her skin, making Lu Zhiyin’s body tremble.
“…”
Silently, Lu Zhiyin lowered her body even further.
She was completely unable to resist whatever Leng Qingqiu wanted to do.
“Mmm…”
With a soft hum, Leng Qingqiu turned Lu Zhiyin around to face her.
Through her wet long hair, Leng Qingqiu tried to look into Lu Zhiyin’s eyes, but saw nothing.
Slowly sitting down, Leng Qingqiu placed one of Lu Zhiyin’s legs in front of her.
Due to her lower limb disability, Lu Zhiyin could not control her legs and feet; therefore, she could not resist.
“…”
Wordlessly, she caressed the delicate skin on the girl’s slender small leg.
Her gaze moved down, and what greeted her eyes was a small foot, round toes, and slightly pink, crystal-clear toenails.
No matter how you looked at it, Lu Zhiyin’s body was perfect.
Thinking she didn’t have any feelings of affection for Lu Zhiyin, being naked with a beautiful girl in the steamy bathroom still made Leng Qingqiu a little dry-mouthed.
She gripped the dagger tighter, her knuckles turning white, and Leng Qingqiu closed her eyes for a moment.
Next, she planned to leave scars on the girl’s small leg. As for why the small leg and not somewhere else? Perhaps it was because the girl already had a leg disability, so creating new wounds on her leg would not affect her mobility.
Calming herself, Leng Qingqiu pressed the tip of the dagger against the girl’s small leg.
“…”
Pursing her lips, Lu Zhiyin looked at Leng Qingqiu through the gaps in her hair.
She could feel the cold touch on her foot.
With no clothes on her body, she suddenly realized she had nothing to grab onto to relieve her tension.
Soon, Leng Qingqiu exerted force on her hand without warning. The tip of the knife slightly penetrated the skin, and a stinging sensation entered Lu Zhiyin’s heart, followed by the fear of her flesh being invaded by the sharp blade.
It was somewhat terrifying.
“Mmm…”
She covered her mouth with one hand, trying hard to endure the pain.
Leng Qingqiu’s actions paused briefly, then the dagger sank deeper into the flesh, and Leng Qingqiu began to try to move the dagger.
Bright red blood flowed down the girl’s fair skin, and drops of red blood dotted the white and tender skin, bringing pleasure to Leng Qingqiu.
Leng Qingqiu turned her head and looked at Lu Zhiyin.
In her sight, the girl was lowering her head, covering her mouth with her hand, her shoulders trembling, and her other hand clenched tightly, her nails digging into her flesh.
Although Leng Qingqiu was trying her best to restrain herself, her actions still brought Lu Zhiyin unbearable pain.
“Sorry.”
Apologizing softly, Leng Qingqiu increased the amplitude of her movements.
The response she received was the girl’s muffled groans of忍耐 (rěnnài – endurance/restraint) and her slightly pale face.
Turning on the shower, the girl’s pleasant muffled groans were drowned out by the sound of the water.
It was unknown how long this unjustified abuse would continue.
