Chapter Three Hundred Seventy: There’s Not a Drop of Alcohol in the Anesthetic
It seemed like just a fruitless business trip.
However, on the way back, Young Master Sang felt that something was off.
This feeling wasn’t so strong when they set off, but on the way back, Senior Sister Shi truly seemed like a different person.
“Sang Zhe, I’m hungry. Let me suck your blood.”
“Hungry again? Alright… Who knew a blood demon had such a hefty appetite…”
“It’s not pretty to keep biting your neck. Let’s switch it up this time.”
“Huh? Where should I bite?”
“Anywhere’s fine, right? Can I choose myself?”
Young Master Sang shivered at the way she was eyeing his abdomen like a wolf ready to pounce.
It felt… Senior Sister Shi’s gaze seemed dangerously hungry.
Her eyes looked like she was looking at a delicious dish, even letting out a little drool now and then.
Am I going to wake up one day to find myself eaten?
As it turns out, his worries weren’t unfounded.
During the journey back, every night Young Master Sang felt Senior Sister Shi sneaking around his room for some reason.
One night, when he sensed something was off, he opened his eyes to find Senior Sister Shi wearing a flimsy nightgown, her slim waist riding atop him, letting out soft, excited moans, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a blush.
“Uh, Senior Sister Shi, what are you doing?”
Caught red-handed, Senior Sister Shi earnestly explained, “I’m just exercising.”
Young Master Sang: “?”
In summary, Young Master Sang’s sleep had become increasingly restless lately.
…
Senior Sister Shi wasn’t sleeping any better.
She was troubled.
Why was Young Master Sang’s vigilance so high?
Since becoming a blood demon, the bloodline abilities of her clan allowed her to conceal her presence during the night almost completely, even blending in with the flowers and grass, moving faster than she ever imagined.
Even so, multiple times she tried sneaking into Young Master Sang’s room while he slept, only to be caught.
During this time, Senior Sister Shi had attempted countless methods; a straightforward approach like drugging him, whether it was aphrodisiacs or anesthetic pills, she’d tried them all.
However, Young Master Sang seemed to possess some rare ability, his recovery capacity almost limitless, making the effects of her drugs dissipate in mere moments.
But if she gave up…
Senior Sister Shi found she couldn’t resist.
Ever since becoming a blood demon, she felt her sensitivity to certain things around her had changed.
Most strikingly, Young Master Sang.
She didn’t know whether it was something special about him or just her imagination.
Lately, she had become increasingly attracted to his scent.
Every scent – blood, sweat, saliva… Just by standing there, she felt hot all over and could hardly contain the instinctual urge to pounce on him and suck him dry.
She could imagine how her gaze towards Young Master Sang must look, likely glimmering with hunger.
But the more she felt this way, the more painful it became.
After all, when a delicious meal is right in front of you, all you can do is stare and drool, but you can’t eat it.
This feeling was torturous, worse than having your feet tickled with a feather.
At this moment, she regretted her insufficient cultivation.
If only she were at a higher level, even if it meant fighting him, she would pin him down with no hesitation.
But the reality was, even if she exhausted all her strength, he would still lift her with one hand effortlessly.
“No way… In just a couple days we’ll be home.”
“Once we get home, he’ll definitely be celebrating with Little Ying and the others every night.”
“After that, if I want to make a move, there will be even less opportunity.”
“Besides, it’s hard-earned to have this chance to be alone with him. If I miss it this time…”
The thought made Senior Sister Shi anxious.
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Finally.
As the scenery changed from icy landscapes to vibrant, blooming nature, they were almost home.
Tomorrow they would reach the Demon Cult, and this little town at the foot of the mountain was their last stop.
While dining in the tavern, Senior Sister Shi unusually asked the innkeeper for two jars of strong alcohol.
“Hey? Why does Senior Sister Shi want to drink all of a sudden? I’ve hardly seen you drink before.”
“Since becoming a blood demon, I’ve been inexplicably cold and just want to drink something strong to warm me up.”
Saying that, she gently opened the lid of the jar, giving Young Master Sang a flirtatious smile as she waved the drink in front of him. “Care to join me for a couple of drinks?”
Young Master Sang wasn’t particularly fond of alcohol.
But since Senior Sister Shi suggested it, he couldn’t refuse.
However, when he saw her fill a massive bowl of liquor and hand it to him with a grin, he felt something was off.
“Senior Sister… you can drink this much?”
At that moment, Senior Sister Shi was nervous herself.
… In the end, she had to resort to drugging him.
If it wasn’t potent enough, she’d have to go for quantity over quality.
This bowl, rather than calling it liquor laced with an anesthetic, was better described as pure anesthetic with not a drop of alcohol.
Every drop was a highly concentrated anesthetic, enough to put a divine transformation level cultivator to sleep instantly.
Senior Sister Shi was determined; if he could recover fast, surely half an hour would be enough time for her.
“Cheers to a successful journey!”
“Cheers.” Though in reality, it hadn’t been successful at all, Young Master Sang thought to himself.
After downing it in one go, Young Master Sang indeed felt a bit tipsy, unable to hold back a burp.
“Wow… Senior Sister, this place really serves strong liquor.”
“Is that so?” Senior Sister Shi looked at him with a smile. “You’re not weak to liquor, are you? Just one drink and you want to escape?”
“Of course not! If Senior Sister wants to drink, I’m here to accompany you to the ends of the earth.”
Another bowl.
Then came the third. Fourth.
By the time the lights outside were dimming, the tavern was empty except for the table with Senior Sister Shi and Young Master Sang.
Two empty jars lay toppled on the table, and Young Master Sang was sprawled across it, fast asleep.
“Sang Zhe~ Hey~ are you still awake~”
She poked his cheek, and seeing he had no reaction, Senior Sister Shi licked her lips, hiding her excitement, and went over to gently drape his arm around her shoulder, whispering to the innkeeper on the way up:
“Tonight it’s reserved; no one is allowed upstairs.”
The innkeeper enthusiastically agreed, but once the two disappeared upstairs, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.
“How strange. The world truly has changed.”
“I’ve seen countless rascals getting girls drunk to plunder their bodies.”
“But this is the first time I’ve seen a girl getting a guy drunk to indulge.”
“Sigh, I suppose I’m getting old, can’t keep up with the young folks’ games anymore.”
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