Chapter 4: Tainted Forever

The morning sun broke through the dawn, tearing through the clouds and pouring down, dyeing the entire room in a layer of gold dust.

The pink gauze curtains swayed gently, and the air was filled with a cloying, sweet fragrance.

On the bed, Mu Xi slowly opened her eyes.
What greeted her was an ocean of pink, and she felt a wave of exhaustion.

Memories from last night came flooding back like a tide.
She had once again woken up to Ye Lan’s manipulations, or rather, she had been toyed with until she was awake.

Ye Lan was lying sideways at the foot of the bed, her long, slender fingers gently toying with Mu Xi’s toes as if playing with an exquisite piece of art.

Mu Xi’s feet were small and delicate, her toes round and cute like plump, translucent grapes, gleaming invitingly in the sunlight.

“What… what are you trying to do?”

Mu Xi couldn’t help but shiver.
She swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly.

Ye Lan looked up, a playful smile gracing the corner of her lips. “Your toes are so cute. Last night, I almost couldn’t resist cutting them off with a thin thread.”

Mu Xi’s heart clenched violently.
A chill shot up from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
She forced herself to remain calm and gave an awkward smile.

“N-No, you wouldn’t. I’ll never try to run away again.”

Ye Lan hummed softly, her fingers traveling up Mu Xi’s ankle, tracing a path along her slender calf all the way to the top of her thigh.

“Really? With that little body of yours, your skin is as tender as tofu, and you smell so fragrant and feel so soft. It really makes one want to eat you up in one bite.”

A wave of revulsion washed over Mu Xi.
She quickly shook her head. “I… I don’t taste good, and I’m not fragrant.”

Ye Lan’s movements paused.
She sat up, looking down at Mu Xi from above, a hint of mockery in her eyes. “I was joking. Get up.”

Mu Xi felt a wave of relief.
She hurriedly sat up on the bed, her feet together and her hands on her knees, like a well-behaved primary school student.

Ye Lan got out of bed and walked to the bathroom door, then turned back to Mu Xi and said, “Come over. Let’s wash up together.”

Mu Xi hesitated for a moment but still obediently followed.

In the bathroom, steam filled the air.
Ye Lan stood before the vanity, holding a toothbrush and toothpaste.

She turned around and offered the toothbrush to Mu Xi. “Let me do it myself.” Mu Xi reached for it.

But Ye Lan pulled her hand back, staring straight at Mu Xi with an unquestionable authority in her eyes.

Mu Xi’s heart skipped a beat.
She lowered her head, not daring to speak again.

Ye Lan squeezed toothpaste onto the brush, then put it into Mu Xi’s mouth and began to brush her teeth for her.

Mu Xi’s body was stiff.
She closed her eyes, letting Ye Lan do as she pleased.

After brushing her teeth, Ye Lan then washed Mu Xi’s face.

Throughout the entire process, Mu Xi was like a puppet, offering no resistance.

After they washed up, Ye Lan led Mu Xi to the shower.

Hot water sprayed from the showerhead, enveloping them both in a cloud of mist.

Ye Lan’s hands roamed over Mu Xi’s body, taking liberties with her under the guise of bathing her.

Mu Xi clenched her jaw, enduring Ye Lan’s violation.
She felt utterly humiliated and helpless.

She closed her eyes and prayed silently in her heart, hoping for it all to end quickly.

The stream of water from the showerhead, with its warm touch, washed over every inch of her skin.

Droplets of water slid down the tips of her hair, gathering into small streams on the floor that flowed towards the drain.

Mu Xi kept her eyes tightly shut, feeling the rush of the water, trying to wash away the humiliation and helplessness in her heart.

The bathroom was filled with steam.
Through the haze, Ye Lan’s figure was a faint, indistinct shape, like a persistent nightmare.

After the shower, Ye Lan brought Mu Xi back to the room.

Inside, the heavy curtains blocked out the sunlight, leaving only a single gap that let in a faint sliver of light, casting the room in a dim and ambiguous glow.

The air was filled with a cloying, sweet fragrance—the smell of cream mixed with the faint, fresh scent of body wash from Mu Xi, creating a strangely oppressive feeling.

Five minutes later, Ye Lan walked in with an exquisite tray, on which sat a slice of cream cake and some other desserts.

The aroma of the cake grew stronger.
Mu Xi’s stomach churned.
She fought back the discomfort, her throat bobbing.

“Open your mouth.” Ye Lan’s voice echoed in the room, carrying a command that brooked no refusal.

Mu Xi obediently opened her mouth.
Ye Lan used a spoon to scoop up a piece of cake and put it in Mu Xi’s mouth.

The cloying sweetness spread through her mouth.
Mu Xi’s brows furrowed tightly.
She struggled to swallow, her expression pained and contorted.

“Is it good?” Ye Lan asked softly, her voice laced with a hint of mockery.

Mu Xi didn’t dare to object and could only nod silently.

“So cute.” A smile touched Ye Lan’s lips.
She leaned down and gently kissed Mu Xi on the lips.

The tip of her tongue swept across the corner of Mu Xi’s lips, licking away the residual cream.

Mu Xi’s body stiffened.
She stared with wide eyes, her face a mask of shock and resistance.

“You’re very sweet,” Ye Lan’s voice was low and husky, carrying a seductive charm.

A blush crept up Mu Xi’s cheeks.
She lowered her head, not daring to look into Ye Lan’s eyes.

Ye Lan’s fingers gently caressed Mu Xi’s cheek, her gaze falling on the remaining cake on the tray.

“Feed me,” Ye Lan said, her voice tinged with command.

Mu Xi looked up at Ye Lan, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

“Huh?”

“Feed me with your mouth,” Ye Lan repeated, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Mu Xi’s body began to tremble.
She hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head, picking up a piece of cake with her mouth and slowly bringing it to Ye Lan’s lips.

Ye Lan opened her mouth and took the cake, her tongue lightly brushing against Mu Xi’s lips with a hint of a tease.

Mu Xi’s body trembled.
She tried to pull back, but Ye Lan caught her in an embrace.

Ye Lan picked Mu Xi up, tossed her onto the bed, and then loomed over, pressing her down.

“What… are you doing?!”

Mu Xi’s body was pinned tightly by Ye Lan.
She couldn’t move and could only let Ye Lan kiss her.

“Mmph…”

Mu Xi’s struggles grew weaker.
Her breathing became ragged, and her body began to heat up.

Ye Lan’s kisses grew more fervent, and her hands began to roam over Mu Xi’s body.

Mu Xi’s consciousness gradually faded.
She could no longer think, able only to passively endure Ye Lan’s violation.

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly intense.
The sweet, cloying scent of the cream cake, mixed with the smell of their sweat, was dizzying.

On the bedsheets, messy wrinkles recorded everything that had just happened, like an abstract painting filled with passion and madness.

The heavy curtains remained tightly closed, completely shutting out the light from outside, plunging the room into darkness.

Only a small night light on the bedside table emitted a faint, orange glow, barely outlining the room’s contours.

On the bed, amidst the messy covers, Mu Xi was curled up like a wounded animal, wrapping herself up tightly.

She kept her eyes closed, her long lashes trembling slightly.
Her silver-white hair was splayed across the pillow, a stark contrast to the bedsheets.

The cloying scent of cream still lingered in the air, but now, the sweetness felt suffocating.

Mu Xi’s brows were tightly furrowed, and her stomach churned.
She fought back the discomfort, burying her head in the quilt, trying to escape the nauseating smell.

‘I’m not clean anymore.’

This thought, like a nightmare, swirled in Mu Xi’s mind.