Chapter 6: Warm the Bed? Of Course, No Problem.

Warm the bed?
She wanted her to warm her bed?

What a joke.
Milly would rather jump off this bed and sleep on the floor than warm someone else’s.

What kind of transmigrator gets bullied by a native and ends up as a personal bed warmer?
It was impossible.

Warming the bed was impossible.
Not in this lifetime.

“What’s wrong, Little Milly? Are you unwilling?”

A dangerous glint flashed in Stacy’s eyes.
In the blink of an eye, the hand that had been gently holding Milly moved to her delicate neck, a firm grip closing around it.

If she said no now, she would surely be choked breathless.
Worse, based on her limited understanding of Stacy, this demand to warm the bed was probably a replacement for the electrocution.
If she refused, she’d likely be shocked into unconsciousness again.

Warm the bed?
Of course, she could do that.

“That’s a good girl.”

Seeing Milly nod frantically, Stacy released her, placing the girl, whose feet had been dangling, back on the floor.

The moment her feet touched solid ground, Milly let out a sigh of relief.
Being held like that was unnerving, especially by this perverted woman.
Who knew what she would do next?

After setting Milly down, Stacy slowly shed her blood-stained scarlet dress.
Sleeping with Milly in her arms wouldn’t be pleasant with a blood-soaked garment.

After some consideration, Stacy changed into a dark red nightgown.
The star patterns subtly embroidered on the gown shimmered in the darkness.
Moonlight filtered through the gossamer curtains, shattering into a thousand star-like specks on Stacy’s silver hair.
As her hair fell, it trailed slivers of silver light, like a galaxy spilling onto the satin sheets.
Leaning against the gilded soft pillow, she looked like a sleeping snow goddess from a temple mural—if one ignored the teasing curl of her lips.

“Come here.”

Stacy patted the empty space beside her.
Warming the bed, of course, meant lying next to someone.

At this point, Milly could only shuffle over.
Her bruised “white bread buns” still throbbed with pain, so she had no choice but to lie on her side, facing Stacy.
Her gaze traveled up Stacy’s raised wrist, freezing when it met those blood-jade eyes.

The moonlight draped over Stacy like a light veil, giving her silver hair a pearlescent sheen.
A few strands fell across her cheeks, framing her perfect jawline.
Her skin was as white as jade, almost translucent.
Her blood-jade pupils seemed to hold a flowing river of stars, and the slight upward tilt of her eyes carried an innate pride and allure.
When those red eyes stared at her, Milly felt as if her soul was being drawn into their depths.

Milly’s gaze was captivated, as if she were admiring a beautiful woman who had stepped out of an ancient scroll.
It was a pity that such a stunning beauty was, in essence, a pervert.

She looked away, bracing herself for whatever was to come.
Whatever this woman did to her, she just had to endure it.

But despite the command to “warm the bed,” Stacy made no move for a long time.
‘Is she planning something big?’
If she made a move, Milly could just endure it.
But her stillness was a double torture, both physical and mental.

Just as she was about to check on Stacy, a cold sensation wrapped around her waist.
Something icy was tracing circles along her spine.
With each circle, a jolt of electricity shot through her.
After a few rounds, Milly felt her body go numb, and the current surging within her grew restless.

Just as the electricity was about to overflow, Stacy’s fingertip touched her forehead.
“Little Milly seems to enjoy discharging electricity. But it wouldn’t be good to shock others, now would it? So what should we do?”

“What are you doing?!”
She tried to sit up, but a crackle of electricity made her wince and lie back down, at Stacy’s mercy.

Milly’s reaction intrigued Stacy.
Her finger traced the hollow of Milly’s collarbone.
Where she touched, the faded thorn sigil reappeared.

‘It’s over. I’ve been forcibly tattooed. Does this mean I can’t take the civil service exam in this life?’

Before her despair could set in, Stacy suddenly pinched her collarbone.
“If you discharge electricity recklessly again, there will be a small punishment.”

As if to prove her point, when the current inside her body overflowed, a burning sting shot from her left shoulder where the sigil was.
The sudden pain made Milly let out a muffled cry.

This was unbearable.
Being electrocuted and burned at the same time.
And it wasn’t even her fault.

She met Stacy’s eyes and saw only amusement.
She was doing this on purpose, but Milly couldn’t fight back, and the pervert wouldn’t understand her if she spoke.

She could only hope the residual current would dissipate quickly, or that she would learn to control it herself.

“Alright, time for the main course.”

Before Milly could react, Stacy pulled her into an embrace.
When the pervert woman’s cold limbs pressed against her, she finally understood the meaning of “a world of ice and fire.”
The sigil on her collarbone was continuously burning her, while the body pressed against her was so cold, she would have thought it was a block of ice if she didn’t know better.

“Let… let go…”
Struggling only made the embrace tighter.
Stacy’s chin rested on the top of her head, humming an off-key lullaby.
The pervert’s body temperature was only a third of a normal human’s.
If she didn’t let go, Milly would freeze to death.

“Quiet.”

Stacy’s fingertip touched Milly’s brow.
The sigil suddenly glowed with a soft golden light.
The stinging heat gradually subsided, replaced by a warm flow of energy.
The demonic runes seemed to come alive, weaving a fine network of energy on her skin.
Even stranger, she began to enjoy the feeling of being enveloped, as if she were soaking in a warm hot spring.
It was so warm that Milly gave up struggling.

“That’s a good girl.”
Stacy’s grip loosened slightly but still held her in an embrace.
Her silver hair slid like silk across Milly’s cheek, carrying a cold fragrance of laurel and cedar.

After that, Stacy made no other movements, and her breathing became steady.
She seemed to be asleep.

‘I should be safe now.’
But just as Milly closed her eyes, on the verge of sleep, she felt a sharp sting from her collarbone.
Stacy’s sharp fangs were gently biting the sigil, drawing out the excess electricity from her body.
Milly wanted to struggle, but her body was already soaked in warmth, too lazy to even move a finger.

A hand slowly moved to her lower abdomen.
Stacy suddenly made her move, but Milly had no will to resist.
Her vision grew blurry, and the last thing she saw before closing her eyes was a cold hand wrapping around her slender waist…

Milly had no memory of what happened after that.
She only knew that when she woke up, she was being held tightly in Stacy’s arms, a cool sensation on her thigh.

‘What happened?’

She carefully got up without waking Stacy.
Fortunately, there was no chaotic current in her body today.
No matter how she moved, there was no crackling sound.

Her relief was short-lived.
As she crawled to the side and sat down, a wail of agony woke the sleeping Stacy.

Opening her eyes, Stacy saw the white furball that had escaped her embrace now lying obediently on the bed.
Of course, a certain part of her was raised high, as if tailor-made for her.

She got up and gave Milly’s two “white bread buns” a good slap.
After a night of rest, they were soft and delicious again.
The slapped little one lifted her head, her eyes filled with resentment.

After a few more taps, Stacy was in a good mood.
She got up to get ready for the language lessons.

However, looking at Milly, who was still lying on her stomach, this posture was not conducive to serious learning.

She aimed her palm at Milly’s body, and a soft, pale green light emanated from her fingertips.
Enveloped in the green light, Milly felt all her fatigue vanish.
When she tried to sit up, she was surprised to find that the “white bread buns” that had been brutally attacked last night no longer hurt.
It was amazing.

But before Milly could be happy for more than three seconds, Stacy smiled and came to her, lifting her chin and tapping her forehead.

“Language lessons start today. Of course, if you don’t learn well, you’ll be warming the bed again tonight.”