This was probably the most excruciating ten minutes Xifeng had ever endured in her life. The flas of desire never ceased for even a mont, continuously burning within her like a greedy vampire rcilessly eroding her rationality and soul.
In the ten minutes after the tattoo activated, she felt as if she had been forced to drink an entire cup of pink flower tea, with effects that were even worse.
She desperately wanted to do sothing to release the fire in her heart, but her remaining rationality still prevented her from doing anything foolish.
"Sha: 166.9%
Sensitivity: 151.6%
Arousal: 134.8%"
This was the system's current data. Comparing it to before, Xifeng understood that when this tattoo was activated, her base sensitivity and arousal values would increase by a full 100%.
Not doubling, but adding 100% to the original values. This effect... was truly terrifying to the extre, like a walking aphrodisiac.
And the tattoo increased base values, while pink flower tea's effect was to double sensitivity and arousal. She had reasonable grounds to suspect that when her tattoo was activated and she drank a certain amount of pink flower tea, her sensitivity and excitent might very well break through 1000% under the multiplication of both enhancents.
This made Xifeng shudder involuntarily. Just thinking about such a situation made her scalp tingle—under no circumstances could such a day ever co!
As for the sha level, it was caused by Xifeng's own psychological effects. After all, having that kind of tattoo carved on herself was so damn embarrassing it was explosive!
It was at this mont that Xifeng truly experienced what it ant to be ashad to the point of wanting to die. If soone gave her a way to die painlessly right now, she would definitely go die imdiately without frowning.
Her rationality was gradually becoming blurred under the burning flas. Unconsciously, Xifeng opened her chat window with Bei Yaoyue and typed "Teach " in the input box.
Fortunately, at the last mont before sending the ssage, she barely managed to wake up and forced herself to throw her phone away with her remaining rationality.
She couldn't afford to lose this much face!
Fortune follows misfortune. Perhaps because she lost the stimulation of caressing, the pink glow on the tattoo slowly dimd and finally returned to calm. This was exactly ten minutes after the tattoo had been activated.
"Hah..." The lustful fire gradually receded like ebbing tide. Xifeng finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
Only then did she discover that her entire body, including her underwear, was soaked through with sweat, and her underwear was the disaster area, like it had just been taken out of a washing machine that hadn't been spun dry.
Xifeng blushed as she took off her underwear and threw it directly into the trash can without any hesitation. Such things with criminal evidence must be destroyed without a trace!
After wiping off the sweat, she went to the wardrobe to find clean underwear to change into, and only then felt much more comfortable.
After calming down, Xifeng began searching for ways to remove or eliminate the tattoo. After all, if this thing really could only stay on her body forever... that would be too terrifying.
But even after turning the system inside and out, Xifeng couldn't find any way in the system to alleviate the current situation.
This system was like it was deliberately trying to anger her—items couldn't be destroyed, auras couldn't be turned off.
Covering her face in despair and squatting on the ground, Xifeng could only hope that soday in the future, she could control the power of this tattoo. If used properly, maybe she could even use the succubus power to counterattack Bei Yaoyue?
Xifeng comforted herself this way. Although it was completely a debuff now, at least the future was promising, right?
"So... how exactly can I master this power?"
Xifeng felt like her hair was about to turn white from worry.
Subconsciously, she reached out her finger to stroke the patterns on the tattoo, wanting to sense so mysteries from it. But as she caressed it, the patterns quickly lit up with pink light, and that feeling that had tornted her for a full ten minutes ca surging back.
"Holy shit, am I a fucking idiot?!"
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"I advise you to stop fantasizing about escaping from my hands."
With an evil smile at the corner of her mouth, Nan Qinyue extended her slender finger and gently lifted Nan Qinfeng's chin. In the poor girl's deep eyes flickered the dark gleam of fear.
But that frightened appearance made this demon smile even more happily.
"But I don't mind playing with you a few more tis. The more desperately you try to escape, the more excited I get. After all, struggling prey is the most interesting, isn't it?"
Nan Qinfeng's lips pressed tightly together. She struggled to control the fear in her heart and begged her with a trembling voice: "Sister... please... don't punish ..."
That night would be a nightmare she could never forget. The brilliant blood flower on the bedsheet was her silent weeping.
That night, she grew up a lot, and the marks of pain and fear were carved onto that tender body.
"Have you already forgotten what I said yesterday?" Nan Qinyue smiled sweetly, but that smile looked extrely dangerous. "You must call Sis-ter-Dear."
"Sister Dear..." With a pale face, Nan Qinfeng almost bit through her own lips. "I'll never run away again, please let go..."
"So you're saying you don't like my punishnt?" Nan Qinyue smiled ambiguously.
After hearing the word "punishnt," Nan Qinfeng's expression changed dramatically, her already pale cheeks becoming even whiter.
"I don't like it... it hurts... it really hurts..."
"Oh my, what you're saying—isn't that obvious?" Nan Qinyue giggled and continued hooking Nan Qinfeng's chin with her index finger. "If it doesn't hurt, how can it be called punishnt?"
After speaking, the demon who had always been smiling finally tore off her disguise. Nan Qinyue grabbed Nan Qinfeng's hand and, without any tenderness, roughly threw her onto the bed.
"Sister Dear, don't..." Nan Qinfeng shook her head frantically, tears already forming in the corners of her eyes. "Spare ... please spare ... I promise I'll never run away again..."
Her hands were trembling. Her body's instincts continuously drove her to want to flee from the person before her, but her rationality told her she couldn't escape...
Not only couldn't she escape, but she would receive even more terrifying punishnt as a result.
Faced with such humble pleading, Nan Qinyue's expression didn't change at all. She flexed her fingers and smiled: "Will you take off your clothes yourself? Or... shall I help you?"
Typing the last character, Bai He nodded with satisfaction: "Good, this is the perfect place to end the chapter."
Exactly 3,050 characters, not more, not less. Breaking off at this kind of place would best whet the readers' appetite... uh no, best arouse their desire to read.
For so reason, writing this kind of thing ca... naturally to her.
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