The Vicious Empress's Scum Wife (GL) - Chapter 004
Qin Mingyue gazed at her deeply, her red lips tightly pressed together, the cold line of her lips showing her patience was almost exhausted.
If looks could kill, Lin Yanran felt she would already be disemboweled, her brains splattered.
She didn’t believe her at all. She might even think Lin Yanran was deliberately toying with her.
And the dagger at her neck, sharp enough to cut iron, was already causing a faint sting.
The blade was slowly penetrating her skin!
Lin Yanran tried her best to calm herself down and said, facing Qin Mingyue’s sinister, man-eating gaze, “I was really possessed by a ghost before and forgot many things. Please guide me on what to do for a temporary mark.”
Unexpectedly, as soon as she said this, the blade at her neck pushed forward another fraction. Lin Yanran immediately felt a sharp sting, and warm, wet liquid seeped out!
She was bleeding.
That spot was her carotid artery.
“I’ll do it!”
She blurted out, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
“But you have to let me go, otherwise if I die, no one will help you.”
Qin Mingyue’s eyes grew even colder. Indeed, this scumbag was just putting on an act.
Her pheromones were on the verge of rampant chaos. If she didn’t suppress them soon, her identity as a top-tier Kunze would definitely be exposed. Coupled with her exotic fragrance, once powerful Qianyuan were drawn to her… the consequences would be unimaginable!
She had suffered enough in her previous life. Reborn, she didn’t want to suffer anymore. She would make do with this scumbag for now, then tear her to pieces after using her.
She loosened the blade a bit and said in a deep voice, “Begin.”
Lin Yanran took a deep breath, trying to make her tone solemn: “What do I do first?”
Qin Mingyue’s voice was chillingly cold: “Release your pheromones.”
When she was first rescued, she had smelled this scumbag’s strong, pungent pheromone scent. Now, she was still pretending!
She closed her eyes. Intense killing intent and chaotic pheromones surged together. She was almost unable to suppress them.
Lin Yanran secretly sensed herself. There was no movement inside her body. Instead, the peculiar, ethereal fragrance from Qin Mingyue constantly filled her nostrils. She was naturally sensitive to smells, having experienced thousands of fragrances, but this incredibly alluring exotic scent was something she had never encountered before.
Her mind felt hazy, and her consciousness was somewhat sluggish.
The person in front of her was clearly a deadly poppy, yet she was breathtakingly beautiful. Lin Yanran involuntarily licked her lips.
Qin Mingyue was utterly impatient. Her ink-black eyes stared intently at her.
She disdained speaking to her, so she sharply tapped the blade of the dagger with her pale fingertips.
“Dong.”
Lin Yanran immediately felt the chilling pressure of the blade against her bl00d vessel, a sense of imminent danger.
Her consciousness instantly cleared for a moment.
She was horrified to realize that Qin Mingyue’s body fragrance actually had hallucinogenic effects.
She made a snap decision, reached out and grabbed Qin Mingyue’s wrist, looking at her earnestly: “Qin Mingyue, I know you don’t believe me, but I’m telling the truth. I can’t feel my own pheromones—”
“Please help me!”
The moment Lin Yanran circled her wrist, Qin Mingyue stiffened, almost instinctively wanting to slit her throat. Fortunately, rationality curbed this impulse.
She looked at Lin Yanran’s gaze—sincere? This scumbag’s eyes actually held sincerity?
Absurd!
She averted her gaze and said chillingly, “Let go.”
Lin Yanran decisively let go. Qin Mingyue glared at her, then slowly leaned forward.
Their eyes met.
Lin Yanran saw that cold, stunningly beautiful face enlarge bit by bit in her vision. Her heart inexplicably quickened. A subtle fragrance wafted, strands of hair brushed her cheek, and her neck was gently touched.
Qin Mingyue willingly leaned her neck against hers.
A voice came from beside her ear, chillingly cold.
“The gland is on the back of the neck. Bite it.”
“Okay.”
Just then, the fragrance enveloping them suddenly intensified, a rich aroma wafting thickly. Lin Yanran immediately felt herself plunge into a splendid, fragrant sea. Her body and mind felt a delightful lightness, as if floating.
Her body immediately reacted.
A wave of heat surged from her lower abdomen, then rushed to her limbs. Her breathing suddenly quickened.
Her head heated up, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around Qin Mingyue’s waist.
She was delicately slender, incredibly soft.
So beautiful.
She unconsciously tightened her embrace.
Qin Mingyue’s body suddenly tensed. The icy coldness in her eyes intensified, almost spilling over.
“Hurry up?”
“Oh, okay.”
Lin Yanran slightly turned her face. Her lips brushed against something soft and tender—it was Qin Mingyue’s earlobe.
She tentatively reached out, gently pushing aside her hair, and immediately saw that segment of snowy white neck, whiter than frost. The silver moonlight streamed in, illuminating that section of her neck as smooth as jade, as delicate as mutton fat.
The graceful and alluring curve, under the moonlight, was beautiful to the point of being enchanting.
Her mouth suddenly felt dry. She unconsciously swallowed.
The blade pressing against the other side of her neck immediately drew closer.
Qin Mingyue’s voice carried a suppressed fury: “Resolve it quickly.”
Lin Yanran quickly brushed all of Qin Mingyue’s hair aside and immediately saw the gland on the back of her neck. It was a slightly raised, delicate patch of skin, its color alluring, plump and rich, exquisitely luxurious, like a tempting realm of ecstasy that lured one to fall.
She could barely find any words to describe this captivating beauty.
The gland was slightly unfurled, its core exuding crystalline droplets, like sweet dew clinging to tender petals.
At this moment, the rich, exotic fragrance poured from the gland, so potent it felt like a liquid ocean immersing her.
Her mouth grew even drier. Her body and mind were subjected to an extremely fatal allure, tempting her to draw closer.
She had already forgotten the dagger at her neck. She leaned in, her lips covering that alluring spot.
She gently licked it.
Both she and Qin Mingyue trembled violently at the same time.
Qin Mingyue’s reaction was even more distinct. Her other arm, which had been hanging at her side, suddenly rose and gripped Lin Yanran’s back.
Lin Yanran felt as if the skin on her back was about to be torn open.
Her fingertips dug into her flesh through her clothes.
“Hurry, bite me.” Qin Mingyue’s voice was gritted, every word laced with deep hatred.
Lin Yanran’s head was spinning, her senses in disarray from the allure. Hearing those words was like heavenly music, and she immediately opened her mouth and bit down—
[Having been reborn, Qin Mingyue did not wish to endure the pain of pheromone disorder as she had in her previous life, so she sought relief from the scum wife. However, being touched by this person made her feel utterly disgusted, as if she had swallowed a fly, and she vowed to tear this person to pieces! On the day her hidden guards found her, she immediately ordered the scum wife to be hacked into mincemeat and thrown to the dogs!]
Lin Yanran froze.
This line of bl00d-red text suddenly appeared in her mind, like a heavy hammer striking her forehead, shattering all her romantic notions into dust.
She quickly cooled down, like a parched fish thrown into ice water.
“Qin Mingyue.” She quickly said, “I know you don’t want me to touch you, and I have no intention of offending you. There are two ways to alleviate your symptoms right now.”
“First, the well water in the courtyard is cold; perhaps that could help.”
“Useless.” Perhaps due to the restless pheromones, Qin Mingyue’s voice became hoarse and low, alluring and tantalizing, making one’s heart itch.
Lin Yanran composed herself and continued, “I’ll go immediately and ask Doctor Liu to suppress it for you.”
“Her medicine can’t suppress my pheromones.”
Lin Yanran fell silent.
She had taken too much for granted. If a top-tier Kunze’s pheromones were so easily suppressed, Qin Mingyue wouldn’t have encountered so much covetousness and misfortune.
Just then, the red text in her mind changed.
[Having been reborn, Qin Mingyue did not wish to endure the pain of pheromone disorder as she had in her previous life, so she sought relief from the scum wife. Unexpectedly, this person was despicable and cunning, playing countless tricks. Qin Mingyue’s hatred from her previous life, combined with the hatred of this life, was hatred upon hatred. She wished she could eat her flesh and drink her bl00d. On the day her hidden guards found her, she could no longer suppress her towering rage and immediately ordered the scum wife to be made into a human *renzhe* (a person whose limbs have been cut off, often kept alive as a living torment), and commanded the imperial physicians to keep her alive, to flay her flesh daily to feed the dogs!]
It’s over!
My life is over!
Lin Yanran trembled.
She couldn’t escape death either way; it was just a different way of dying.
If she delayed any longer, she might die an even more horrific death.
She shivered all over, then suddenly leaned in and bit into that alluring, exquisite glandular flesh.
Her sharp teeth immediately sank into an ultimate softness. The rich, thick exotic fragrance engulfed her like a fantastical sea, swaying her heart, intoxicating her soul.
The blade at her neck suddenly loosened.
But the force on her back intensified sharply, causing a stinging pain in her spine. Slender fingertips pierced her skin, scratching downwards, leaving a shocking trail of bl00d.
Lin Yanran immediately felt the delicate body in her arms soften rapidly, then she leaned limply against her, her boneless slender waist hanging over her arm. If she hadn’t been holding her tightly, she would have slipped down.
Her hair entwined on Lin Yanran’s face, their necks intertwined, their ears brushing against each other.
For the first time, Lin Yanran felt the soul-stirring sensation that came with pheromone release.
It was an unprecedented, ultimate experience—splendid, hallucinatory, like a dream, like intoxication.
A trembling sensation, fine and fragmented, like colorful bubbles, bursting one after another inside her body. A tingling numbness crawled along her skin, spreading to all her limbs.
She floated, her limbs light as if flying, her soul too seemed about to leave her body, dancing into those splendid bubbles.
After a long time.
This trembling sensation gradually subsided layer by layer.
Daring not to linger, she moved her lips away and slowly turned her face. She saw a flushed, captivating face. Her tightly pursed lips had already opened into a beautiful slit, emitting a delicate breath that immediately stimulated new shivers on her skin.
Lin Yanran’s body and mind felt like they had been hit by a violent blow.
Her pheromones, which had been delayed, now fully erupted.
She found herself uncontrollably wanting to ravage her, wanting to kiss that tender, alluring mouth, to crush those enticing red lips. Deep within her heart, she was filled with a primal hunger and possessiveness that came from her soul.
This feeling both terrified and thrilled her.
Her breathing suddenly quickened, desperately wanting to taste those tender lips.
“Get out!”
Qin Mingyue’s voice was still alluring and hoarse, but her eyes were cold enough to kill.
Her body uncontrollably softened, her limbs hanging limply in Lin Yanran’s embrace, but the hand clutching the dagger was as firm as a rock, never leaving Lin Yanran’s neck by an inch.
All of Lin Yanran’s romantic thoughts vanished in an instant.
“I’m sorry.”
She whispered, enduring the pain of her skull being torn, and fled from Qin Mingyue’s side, stumbling towards the main room.
But as soon as she lifted the door curtain, she turned back and, without a word, picked up Qin Mingyue.
The body in her arms suddenly tensed, like a bow drawn to its limit, ready to spring up and devour someone at any moment.
Her ink-black eyes, glaring at Lin Yanran, were bone-chillingly cold.
“Lin Yanran, what are you doing?”
Lin Yanran lowered her gaze, looking at her.
“Don’t worry, I will never harm you.”
Qin Mingyue stared intently at her, as if trying to extract information from her eyes to confirm the truth of her words.
But no matter how she looked, Lin Yanran’s expression was very earnest.
She was surprised and doubtful, yet she fiercely rejected this feeling, simply attributing it to being temporarily marked by her and being in her most vulnerable moment, hence generating such an absurd sensation.
Lin Yanran carried her into the main wing and gently placed her back into her own bedding. She bent her waist to prevent the dagger from scratching herself.
“You can trust me, really.”
She looked down into Qin Mingyue’s eyes and slowly reached out to take her wrist. The dagger was moved away bit by bit. She didn’t take the dagger, but merely held her wrist and flattened it.
Then she took off her shoes and socks, and covered her with the quilt.
Qin Mingyue watched all of this, her gaze imperious, full of a condescending scrutiny. Her hand still firmly gripped the dagger.
The quilt that covered her was like a shell, providing her with a momentary sense of security. Her tense body slowly relaxed at this point.
Her consciousness immediately vibrated with immense pleasure. The pleasure of being marked had been fiercely suppressed, and only now did it feedback from the depths of her consciousness, overwhelming her, sweeping over her like a tidal wave, making her dizzy. Fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on her skin.
Her cheeks burned, like a fiery cloud, appearing on her skin.
Exhaustion followed, engulfing her, yet she dared not relax in the slightest. She still stared intently at Lin Yanran, issuing a bone-deep warning.
“If you dare to mess around, I will kill you.”
Lin Yanran no longer dared to speak. She put down the bed curtain and quickly walked out.
As soon as she stepped out of the room, she uncontrollably slid to the ground, curling into a ball.
The belated pheromone surge made her feel unusually uncomfortable. Her skull was still being pulled by the exotic fragrance wafting from inside the room, causing waves of tearing pain.
Her body desperately issued a summons, compelling her to rush into the room and brutally ravage the source of the fatal temptation.
She braced herself against the wall, climbed up, knocked over a stool and a bamboo basket, and then hurried out of the house.
The feeling in her heart was utterly messed up!
This goddamn transmigration world gave her a hellish start the moment she arrived!
She couldn’t help but wonder if her enduring the pain rather than taking advantage of Qin Mingyue would lessen her hatred, even if only a little.
Unfortunately—
Inside the room, Qin Mingyue heard the commotion and immediately realized that Lin Yanran’s pheromones had also surged, albeit belatedly.
The hatred in her eyes deepened even further.
This scumbag could not only release pheromones but also temporarily mark her. She had indeed been putting on an act just now!
Such hatred! As long as this person lived, she would not rest easy!