Chapter 5: Heart Pierced Like an Arrow
“After school, I couldn’t find you.”
“I thought maybe Dorothy had taken you away.”
Hermione’s voice paused for a moment.
“But she’s been a bit too greedy lately, and I was afraid that… the quality of your blood would decline.”
“So I went to find her, only to discover you weren’t with her.”
“Then I returned to school and started searching for your scent.”
Hermione’s tone was casual as if she was just looking for a cat or a dog.
What she wouldn’t tell Adele was that her footsteps had nearly covered the entire campus.
Finally, she caught a whiff of a very faint, cream cake-like fragrance wafting out from the locker room.
It belonged to Adele’s blood.
It’s said that in the eyes of the Vampire Clan, different people’s blood emits different scents.
Some are disgusting and foul, like grease in a gutter or maggot-infested rotten flesh.
Others are sweet and fragrant, like citrus or honey.
Adele belonged to the latter, like a sweet and soft little cake.
Unfortunately, this little cake was already covered in forks and knives, with everyone wanting a piece.
It had also devastated Adele’s body.
Hermione was considered gentle among them. Sometimes she wasn’t in a hurry to enjoy the little cake’s blood and just held her close, cheek to cheek.
But Adele was a milky lamb to be slaughtered.
Being held by Hermione, who was like a lion, a beast…
How could she feel warmth? She was just trembling in fear.
Adele’s eyes slightly opened a crack in her arms, revealing the gloomy pink pupils that seemed to be filled with haze.
Reminding one of foggy weather and the troublesome sound of drizzling rain.
Even though she didn’t say anything, looking at her eyes.
It was as if she had said everything.
Saying that being with Celeste and being with you, Hermione.
What difference did it make?
Either way, she was just meat and a doll.
Hermione took a deep breath, a sign that she was about to get angry.
The Ice Queen’s temper had always been stable.
Until she met Adele.
This lowly, weak, and incompetent… Sequence Five.
Her mood would fluctuate because of her, feeling sorrow and joy because of her.
On many sleepless nights, Hermione felt that she was the one who was sick.
She carried Adele through the campus after school, with no one around.
Even if there were people, who could stop her from taking Adele away?
Hermione arrived at an open-air parking lot and found her luxury car.
Then she opened the car door and threw Adele in.
Literally threw.
If it were a cat, it could flip in the air and land lightly.
But Adele wasn’t a cat. She didn’t have soft ears or a tail for balance.
So she unexpectedly fell on the soft seat, her back instinctively arching, fluffing up.
This was similar to a feral cat.
It didn’t hurt, but she appeared very frightened.
The girl’s breathing was rapid, almost sobbing.
She clenched her slender legs together as if it could give her even a little sense of security.
The girl’s pink knees touched each other without making a sound.
She shrank into the corner of the back seat.
Her messy black bangs fell over her eyes, and her pink pupils seemed to be extinguished in the dim environment of the car.
Only flickering faintly, ambiguous and unclear.
Hermione didn’t return to the driver’s seat right away but crawled in through the door Adele had entered.
Giving the feeling of a fierce and graceful predator.
Preparing to enter its den.
If one had to use a creature to describe her, it would definitely be a female leopard.
She approached Adele, her silver-blue long hair falling between the girl’s slender legs.
As if feeling that Adele’s legs being closed together was a bit of a hindrance.
Hermione placed her palm on the girl’s knees.
Instantly, a bone-chilling coldness swept over.
Making Adele couldn’t help but let out a cry.
“No, don’t…”
Hermione’s ice-blue eyes had just become passionate.
But this rejection sparked them to return to being frozen for a thousand miles.
She coldly, without concealing her Sequence One identity, released her spiritual power.
Compared to Celeste, it was more vast and richly filled the narrow space inside the car.
It was the crisp scent of sea salt.
The last time she released her spiritual power was in the locker room.
Even Celeste, a Sequence Two, was so intimidated that she couldn’t move.
Even though Celeste later tried desperately to resist, it was futile, and she was beaten unable to fight back.
Let alone Adele, who was at the very bottom of the Vampire Clan, a Sequence Five mixed-blood.
As Hermione’s spiritual power invaded.
Adele only felt her mind being “boom” blown up!
All self-awareness disappeared.
Like being dizzy, or drunk, or trapped in some kind of nightmare.
The girl’s eyes instantly became dazed, not knowing north, south, east, or west.
The body’s resistance also collapsed.
Her entire delicate body lost strength and fell limply against the car window.
In this state, Hermione could do anything to her.
This was the dominance of a Sequence One.
Humans could still say “Are kings and generals born of a special race?”
Someone like Adele, a Sequence Five, could only be a slave.
A little slave who inexplicably made one’s heart moved and concerned.
Hermione could finally do as she pleased with Adele in front of her.
But her movements became gentle instead.
Her outstretched hand caressed the girl’s fair but scarred face.
There were finger marks and handprints.
Some people had bullied Adele too far, maybe it was Dorothy, maybe it was…
Hermione’s gaze was terrifyingly cold.
At the same time, her caresses became more and more gentle.
Every time her fingertips touched one of Adele’s scars, invisible magic power would heal it.
Adele was a seductive little fairy.
When she was suppressed by spiritual power and became dazed and silly, she was unbelievably well-behaved and lovely.
Sometimes the Sequence Ones didn’t want to do anything, just simply release their spiritual power and watch Adele turn into an obedient “little fool”.
Watching her spacing out quietly by herself, like a rare flower standing alone in the world.
Adele’s face often turned red when she was spacing out, pink, looking very shy.
It formed a huge contrast with her “unyielding” performance when she was sober.
And at times like this.
No matter what she was asked, she would never lie.
If you wanted to know any secret in her heart, you could.
Hermione skillfully hooked the car door with her high heels and closed it.
In this way, the inside of the car became a private space belonging only to the two of them.
In front of her, the little fool was looking at her adorably.
Her face was blooming with bright peach blossoms.
Hermione’s breathing quickened, and she couldn’t help but caress the girl’s lips.
Very soft, like flower petals.
Making one’s throat unconsciously swallow.
“Adele, call me.”
She was looking forward to the moment when Adele would call out “Hermione”.
But something unexpected suddenly happened.
Adele actually opened her lips in a daze.
Hermione’s jade-like finger.
Gently…
Feeling the softness.
Hermione’s heart was as if it had been suddenly pierced by an arrow!
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