“It’s alright. I won’t hate you over a little smell. There’s a good girl, just let it out,” the young black-haired girl comforted her in a soft, soothing voice, as if coaxing a small child.
“Wait… wait until the liver is finished… I’ll let my sister help me… please…”
Prima’s breath hitched in a trembling gasp. Her face turned from a frantic red to a pale white, her pupils dilating as if she were being pushed to the very edge of a precipice. She was a single step away from the fall, the pebbles kicked loose by her heels echoing into a distant void.
Wang Yue felt a headache coming on. This wasn’t like the time Plum had wet herself; she couldn’t just brush this off as a ‘wartime necessity.’ To use an analogy, this was more like someone with a germaphobia at a dinner party refusing to eat anything touched by another person’s chopsticks. It was purely psychological.
She had noticed that these girls placed an inordinate amount of importance on scent, cleanliness, and their personal image. Surprisingly, Prima seemed to care more about emitting an unpleasant odor than she did about losing her limbs. Even Lilith would spend ages fussing over her hair, cleaning her skin, and brushing her teeth until they shone like polished shells.
“Stop being stubborn. It’ll take several more hours to finish weaving your liver. You’re going to end up having an accident on me.”
Wang Yue frowned. She hooked one hand under Prima’s waist and gave her bottom a gentle, firm pat with the other.
Prima had already been pushed to her absolute limit. That slight physical stimulation was the final straw that broke the psychological stalemate, forcing one side into total defeat.
Prima’s small body gave a violent jerk. A golden stream finally broke free, splashing into the toilet bowl in a series of staccato bursts, stirring up foam and rising steam.
“It’s coming out… no… stop… waaaah…”
Prima suffered a total breakdown. She bit her lip and began to sob uncontrollably.
Waves of immense shame washed through her heart. Her face burned a deep crimson, a heat that even stained her earlobes a ruby red. She tried to stop the flow, but the dam had burst; the breach was impossible to close, and the flow quickly resumed its course.
It was all over…
Prima’s heart plummeted into an abyss. She felt cold all over. The person she liked was staring right at her in this hideous state; the image she had worked so hard to maintain had collapsed into rubble.
Yet, that very collapse brought with it a twisted, decadent sense of relief. Her head felt hot and dizzy, as if her brain had been replaced with thick paste. She hung her head, weeping softly.
“Uuu… I’m doing it… I’m so filthy…”
“There’s really nothing to be so worked up about…”
The young black-haired girl pulled some toilet paper and helped wipe her clean. Every touch sent a fresh shiver through Prima’s frame.
Once the business was finished, Wang Yue wrapped the disabled girl back in the large bath towel and carried her back to the bedroom to resume the work on her liver.
Wang Yue had been quite high-handed in how she dealt with the situation. It wasn’t a lack of patience, but rather that driving the Power of Rules was simply too taxing; she couldn’t afford to be distracted.
Silence fell between them. Wang Yue focused on the weaving, while Prima remained submerged in a sea of self-destructive sorrow, unable to extricate herself. The scene from the bathroom played on a loop in her mind, a relentless torture for her heart.
After some time, Wang Yue stopped. Her voice sounded faint and drained.
“I’m sorry. This work is very exhausting, and I don’t have much energy left to look after you properly. If I’ve been negligent anywhere… can you forgive me?”
Hearing the weakness in her voice, Prima’s heart gave a painful throb. Her own shame was instantly replaced by worry for Wang Yue’s exhaustion. “It’s all my fault,” she said hurriedly. “I… I just didn’t want you to smell it…”
“It’s okay, Prima. If I were the type to hate you over a little smell, would I really be doing all this for you?”
Wang Yue truly couldn’t hold on any longer. She pulled Prima into her arms, lay down on her side, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
Those words struck Prima’s mind like a bolt of lightning, jolting her awake. She realized how Petty she was being. It was like someone thrashing around in the water thinking they were drowning, only to realize they could have just stood up the whole time… In fact, her hysterical reaction was probably the only thing that would actually lower Wang Yue’s opinion of her.
Regret flooded her heart. She vowed to act more naturally next time.
As her mind calmed, she heard the long, steady rhythm of breathing in the silence. She realized Wang Yue was already fast asleep. The heat against her back was growing; a sign of the slight rise in body temperature that comes with deep slumber.
Wang Yue’s embrace…
It’s so warm…
Prima felt hot all over, as if she were soaking in a bath, yet her skin felt dry and comfortable. She lowered her eyes and savored the moment for a while until a daring thought suddenly bloomed in her mind.
Pressing her head against the sheets, she wiggled her limbless body with extreme caution, turning over bit by bit until she was facing Wang Yue.
Holding her breath like a thief, her eyes went wide as she studied the black-haired girl’s face at close range—the curled lashes, the delicate nose, and the soft, cherry-like lips formed a face that was both elegant and alluring.
Wang Yue’s small mouth was slightly pressed out of shape against the pillow. In the shadows away from the light, her lips gave off a faint, moist glint. Their very existence felt like a provocation, a temptation that made Prima’s heart race and her throat go dry.
Prima licked her lips. After a long, silent vigil, she leaned in as if possessed.
