I Raised the Fallen Lop-Eared Rabbit into a Yandere 32

Chapter 32: Until Death

Equestrianism is a very precise sport that allows for no impulsiveness.

Adele was accustomed to restraint.

The slightest loss of control would grate on her nerves.

But the lop-eared rabbit was pushing her luck, out of control.

How did they get back to the room?

Adele didn’t remember. By the time she came to her senses, she was already pinned against the door.

The maids were starting their night patrol again.

The footsteps behind her grew closer. It was as if the maids were standing right behind them. The feeling of being watched by a third party was inexplicably nerve-wracking.

A racing heart pumped blood from the chest to the limbs, carrying a scalding temperature, igniting the two inexperienced novices.

The attempt at noon had been a mix of sweet and bitter. Both of them had tasted the salty tears.

“Does it still hurt?” Adele tilted her head back, leaning against the door to catch her breath.

The room was not lit, but the incense was still burning.

A dim environment.

A sweet, cloying atmosphere.

A quiet night.

Perfect for doing some dangerous things.

Lina braced herself on the door, looking up at the person she had trapped in the middle. “It hurts.”

She wasn’t lying.

Until the wound healed, she would always be in pain, always.

“I want more.”

Lina licked away the taste that wasn’t hers, pushing her luck. “If you give it to me, it won’t hurt anymore.”

Their eyes met. For the first time, Adele saw her disobedience clearly.

“Tell me honestly, have you been studying properly?”

“Of course I have.” Lina was still immersed in the chase of lips and teeth from just now. The wicked intent in her eyes couldn’t be hidden at all.

She had no intention of hiding it either.

She had long since “read widely.”

“What have you been reading?” Adele interrogated her about her homework in a serious tone. “If you can’t answer, I’ll have to punish you.”

Lina’s hands were restless.

She had learned a lot during this time, but at this moment, she couldn’t remember anything.

“The book says…” Lina moved closer, burying her face in Adele’s front, as if diving into a cloud.

She began to feel dizzy again. “The book says… bad children must be punished by their teacher.”

She was so familiar with Adele’s scent.

But no matter how familiar, she couldn’t resist it. Tenderness like water—she truly understood it.

“Lina, are you a bad rabbit?” Adele gently stroked her ear.

Lina hugged her without a care and said coquettishly, “…I am.”

Adele pinched her cheek, a little forcefully. “Look up. Look at me and answer again.”

This time, it was a command.

Lina trembled all over. She suddenly felt Adele’s abnormality tonight.

A little assertive.

The person who was usually gentle, restrained, and indulgent in all things had suddenly put on a cold face and become a dominator?

What a contrast.

Lina looked at her, her face inexplicably turning red. “I am.”

Adele let out a very light syllable. “Hmm?”

She had easily seized the initiative, forcing Lina to take half a step back. “What are you? Say the whole thing.”

Lina didn’t dare to open her mouth.

Because her heart was about to jump out.

“What are you?” Adele had no intention of letting her go.

Even the courage to retreat was drained from Lina. She held onto Adele’s shoulders, looked into those dark green eyes, and said in a small voice, “I’m a bad rabbit…”

“Is that so.” Adele asked, knowing the answer. “Then how should a bad rabbit be treated?”

Lina’s head went “buzz” and broke.

She had a feeling she was not going to have a good time tonight.

As it turned out, her sixth sense was indeed very accurate. The next second, she was pulled in front of Adele by the scruff of her neck.

The usually restrained person showed another side of herself tonight. All the repressed desires poured out.

“I know what you like, and I know what you want.” Adele held her firmly. “I will feed you until you’re full.”

…

Besides enduring, there was nothing Lina could do.

Alright.

There were many ways to breathe. It seemed she hadn’t quite learned them all.

Suffocation.

Dizziness.

She felt like she was drowning, but Adele’s warmth was always around her. She wanted to grab her but couldn’t move. Until she finally let out a sound, “…Save me.”

Save me.

This life is so rotten. Lina always thought so. When she was little, she hoped Herte would have a change of heart and let her go. When she was a little older, she longed for a distant savior to appear by her side and save her. In the end, she just wanted to die suddenly, a clean death, a painless release.

But not a single wish came true.

Perhaps there was too much suffering in this world, and the savior was simply too busy.

Who could save her?

“You’re distracted.” Adele tasted the pain again. She wanted to let Lina go, but the moment her hand loosened, she was held tightly by the person in her arms.

“Don’t let me go.”

Lina wanted to completely tear apart those painful memories. She wanted to completely walk out of the mire.

She gripped Adele tightly. “Take me.”

Let me feel your affection for me.

Let me experience your loss of control.

Let me feel your love.

They fell together, landing dizzily on the soft mattress.

Adele felt that her entire order had been disrupted by Lina.

She knew what she was doing. Precisely because she knew, she “collapsed.”

Tonight, she had completely broken down.

So dizzy.

Lina heard the sound of a metal zipper being pulled open. She remembered the first time she learned to ride a horse. She had put on her riding breeches backward, and it was uncomfortable to walk.

Later, it was Adele who discovered it and taught her the correct way to wear them. Riding breeches are very tight, and it’s difficult for one person to take them off.

Lina was used to being taken care of. She would always lie down, lift her bottom, and then not exert any effort at all, letting Adele help her.

The trousers were taken off just like that.

The first time on a horse, what did it feel like?

Both feet left the ground, suspended high in the air. Every jolt and sway made one subconsciously tense up.

Fortunately, it was Adele who was controlling her horse, and also controlling her.

“Relax.”

Lina heard her but couldn’t do as she was told.

She was a little scared.

The unknown is always frightening. But she was willing to trust Adele. The first time riding a horse was, and the first time was too.

Lina looked at Adele and wickedly let out all her chaotic, shallow breaths, wanting to completely drive her mad.

Don’t be so gentle.

Don’t be so restrained.

She had overestimated Adele’s self-control and underestimated her desire. Those breaths were so soft they could be squeezed out like water, making one tremble all over.

Adele hated losing control, but the rhythm of her hands was out of control this time.

All her gentleness was facing an unprecedented challenge.

She really wanted to teach Lina a lesson.

It was she who had turned her into this—

So out of control, so impulsive, so reckless.

The naive rabbit ball had long since been spoiled by her. The pain she could once grit her teeth and endure, she could no longer bear.

Lina’s hand trembled as she reached for Adele.

Having been soaked in a honey pot for too long, accustomed to being doted on, she couldn’t stand being wronged, and she couldn’t stand the pain.

Actually, it didn’t hurt.

It was just that Adele had given her too much, like the clothes that filled the wardrobe, the jewelry that filled the jewelry box, the toys that filled the warehouse.

She always gave too much, stuffed too much.

Really too much.

Three meals a day, meat, eggs, milk, fruits, vegetables—not a single thing could be missing. But sometimes she really couldn’t eat anymore.

Too full.

Large teardrops welled up in the corners of Lina’s eyes.

She was filled with love again.

So full, not a single gap left.

Adele saw her tears.

Was it a silent plea for mercy?

Adele didn’t ask, nor did she intensify her actions.

She just maintained the original rhythm and touched Lina’s already tear-soaked little face.

Compared to the exquisite features, the first thing she noticed was still those glistening, watery eyes.

Does pity have a boundary?

She didn’t know.

In all these years of struggling in society, she had seen too much of the ugliness of human nature. True love, ground into dust by self-interest, was everywhere. In countless moments of walking alone, she had realized that no one is anyone’s mountain.

There is only temporary reliance, no eternal safe harbor. From birth to death, the only one who can accompany you is yourself.

Adele didn’t know how long her love would last. Her disappointment in human nature also applied to herself. Could her feelings for Lina remain unchanged?

Even if she were truly steadfast and unwavering until death, the world is unpredictable. She couldn’t defy the natural laws of birth, old age, sickness, and death. If she were to go first, leaving Lina alone, she would not be able to rest in peace.

So she fervently hoped that Lina could quickly fledge, could protect herself. Even if one day, there was no longer a safe harbor behind her, she could still face the cruel storms of this world alone, no longer be trampled and humiliated, no longer live by swallowing her grievances.

She never asked for Lina to be faithful to her.

She only asked for Lina to be able to stand a little higher, and a little higher, to reach a relatively free high ground.

When her fluffy rabbit ears were exposed to the world, and no one dared to look down on her, no one dared to trifle with her, only then would she be truly at ease.

“…Teacher.”

The moment Lina spoke, she was so ashamed of her own voice that she closed her eyes. Her two rabbit ears instantly covered her flushed face.

Help.

She felt as if she had been force-fed a large mouthful of sweet strawberry jam. She couldn’t form a complete sentence, only able to hum some fragmented syllables.

Adele was allergic to this form of address.

Her moral standards were too high. This form of address could appear in the classroom, could appear in the study, but it absolutely could not appear in bed.

Adele couldn’t listen to it a second time.

She had to make it so that Lina couldn’t call out.

“Mmph?!”

Lina thought.

She was going to die again.

But this time, it wasn’t from pain.

She didn’t want to self-harm anymore, at least not now. Even the strength to grip the bedsheet had been stirred away. Her usually nimble rabbit ears were also as if broken, lying limply by her temples, trembling.

Killing someone, or killing herself—all negative, violent thoughts were cleared away.

She already knew what the end of the unknown was.

She had already gotten the answer.

Many times.

So she knew it all clearly.

The moon outside the window was amber-colored, as if coated in a layer of honey. Lina’s mind was muddled. Her unfocused gaze, in the slight swaying, vaguely saw the night as day.

It was as if the maids were pounding fruit jam again. Their rhythm was just right.

The sounds of impact lightly touched and stirred together. This season was suitable for persimmon jam. Ripe persimmons are the easiest to juice. You don’t need to pound them too hard. A few hits and it will be a wet mess.

Lina felt Adele support her waist. She took the initiative to move closer.

Hold me up.

Save me.

Don’t let me fall again.

“Adele, I still want to die so badly…”

Adele leaned down. “What would make you want to live?”

“Let me take a bite.”

“Okay.”

*

Aomo leaned against the headboard, polishing her magic wand.

Herlkin was sleeping soundly beside her, hugging a sausage.

Haia carefully pushed open the door, holding a quilt in her arms, like a child who was afraid to sleep alone and had sneaked into her mother’s room in the middle of the night, asking to sleep together.

She stood at the door, first glanced at Herlkin, then at Aomo.

Aomo also looked at her.

The two of them had a standoff for a full three seconds. Aomo let out an almost imperceptible sigh, then patted the bed and said softly, “Come on up.”

Haia’s face was blank. She placed the quilt on the bed stool, then lay down directly between the two of them. When she lay down, she even gave Herlkin a nudge with her bottom.

The red fox, who had been “bumped,” just smacked her lips and continued to sleep soundly, hugging the sausage.

Haia slipped into Aomo’s quilt. She said nothing the whole time, just lying there very honestly.

The faint scent of herbs was both familiar and strange.

When was the last time she had smelled it?

She couldn’t remember.

A sourness welled up in Haia’s heart. She was afraid the person beside her would see the tears in her eyes and hastily closed them.

A young body is full of fire. Aomo couldn’t ignore the warmth beside her.

The full moon was right outside the window. The moonlight shone on Aomo’s face. The desire in her eyes grew stronger. The hand gripping the magic wand also began to tremble slightly.

In this world, there is no such thing as eternal youth for no reason.

To be over a hundred years old and still retain one’s youth, to not see the signs of aging, is all thanks to…

Aomo looked down at Haia, who was lying beside her.

A young heart, a young skin… everything was young.

Haia’s neck was exposed before her. Beneath the thin skin were elastic blood vessels.

Aomo’s throat was dry, as if filled with coarse sand. She needed to quench her thirst.

So thirsty, so thirsty that two or three fine lines had already quietly appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Aging was not the most terrifying thing. The desire that was already unresolvable, now infinitely magnified by the full moon, was the most terrifying.

Aomo thought she could control it, but desire was gnawing at her nerves. Every second of resistance brought a pain like scraping skin and bone.

She knew very well that if she stayed in this room, there would only be one outcome…

Aomo lifted the corner of the quilt. The moment her toes touched the cold floor, her wrist was grabbed by Haia.

“You’re that unwilling to sleep with me?”

Haia opened her eyes. The red rims of her eyes were particularly obvious in the candlelight.

A numbness spread through Aomo’s body from her grip. The uncontrollable desire was screaming wildly.

Eat her!

Aomo’s fingertips trembled. She turned and said through gritted teeth, “Don’t mess around.”

She tried to shake off Haia’s hand but found that she couldn’t budge her.

“I told you, I’m not a child anymore.” Haia held her tightly. “You can share a room with her, but not with me, is that it?”

Aomo was in too much pain to speak.

She was a pure-blood human. The mixed-blood Herlkin held no attraction for her.

But Haia, who was also a pure-blood human, was different.

It was a fatal temptation.

“Sleep with me,” Haia was relentless.

Aomo felt her teeth chatter uncontrollably, almost making a faint clicking sound.

Like sharpening a knife, preparing to slaughter a sheep.

Haia was that little lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Aomo abruptly bit her own tongue. The sharp pain instantly diluted the desire that had gone to her head.

In a few breaths, the taste of blood spread.

As a physician, Haia was too sensitive to this smell. She sat up straight.

“Teacher?!”

Aomo opened her mouth. As her lips moved, they were stained with fresh blood. “I just don’t want to sleep with you. Not now, and not in the future.”

Haia stared into her eyes, trying to find a flaw. But Aomo’s gaze held only distance.

“Teacher…”

Haia slowly let go. Aomo’s every word was like an axe, splitting her heart open and also draining all her strength.

Her tongue throbbed with pain. Aomo numbly swallowed her own not-so-young, not-so-fresh blood. Even though her throat felt like it was being cut by a knife, she had to draw this bloody line.

She didn’t want to hurt Haia.

“I understand,” Haia repeated. “I understand.”

This time, she didn’t make a scene, nor did she close her eyes to maintain that pathetic bit of dignity. She just let the tears roll down.

Aomo no longer looked at her. It was not that she couldn’t bear to, but that she couldn’t hold back anymore.

She rushed out the door, so cruel that she didn’t even leave a silhouette behind.

Haia looked in the direction she had left and said in a small voice, “I hate you…”

After saying this, she buried her face in the place where Aomo had just lain.

Aomo was her desire, a desire she couldn’t resolve on her own.

Perhaps it was lust.

Perhaps it was possessiveness.

Perhaps… she just wanted her to keep her company.

That was all.

Haia repeated in a small voice, “I hate you…”

At the same time, Herlkin, who had been sleeping soundly, also slowly opened her eyes. In the darkness, she turned her head, stared at Haia’s slightly trembling shoulders, and took the initiative to hug her.

“Senior Sister…”

“Don’t touch me!” Haia wiped the tears from her face and turned to her. “It’s all your fault! The most regrettable thing I’ve ever done was to pick you up from the snow back then! I hate you! Why don’t you just die!”

Why don’t you just die!

Herlkin froze. The sausage in her hand rolled to the floor. “…Didn’t I leave on my own back then? I’m so afraid of pain, why are you talking to me like this?”

“You left, but she can’t forget you. She even came down the mountain after you!” Haia also realized she had gone too far, but she couldn’t calm down. “She came down the mountain, probably worried that the one with the headache was you!”

The grievance and pain on Herlkin’s face all froze. After a moment of a blank expression, she had a sudden realization. “You said you hadn’t seen that bag of medicine! You lied to me! You were the one who took the medicine, right!”

“Right!” Haia looked her straight in the eye. “She’s given you enough, hasn’t she? But she’s never given me anything! You ask someone to find her, and you can get things so easily. I’ve begged her countless times and gotten nothing! Why!”

Herlkin climbed out of bed. “You bastard! That medicine was to help Lina! Fortunately, the plan changed. You should be glad that your one act of willfulness didn’t really harm an innocent child!”

She stomped to the door. “Haia, I’ll die outside. I won’t disturb your wonderful life! For saving my life, I thank you. Just consider it that I owe you a life. If you really can’t stand the sight of me, and one day you want to kill me, I’ll be waiting.”

The door was slammed shut. Haia sat on the bed, in the empty room, and murmured at the full moon, “Why did you have to leave me alone again…”

Why do you always have to leave me alone?!

*

The day after tomorrow was the Monastery Open Day. Adele and Lina were packing their luggage in their room when Dilys knocked on the door in a hurry.

“Herte is back! The carriage is downstairs!”

Lina’s motion of folding clothes paused. “What’s the rush? He was bound to come back sooner or later.”

“He’s not back alone! He brought ten people in black robes with him! Each of them is holding a staff. I heard them say that the sacrificial ceremony has been moved up to tonight!”

Dilys’s expression was anxious.

“They’re going to… to burn you tonight!”