The next morning, Stelle slowly opened her eyes.
Before her was an unfamiliar ceiling. Outside, the sky was already bright, and the sun shone into the room through the window, casting sunlight on them. Stelle only felt warm all over.
Moving slightly, she turned her body. Stelle looked at Yelan, who was still sound asleep, and fell into a daze.
It wasn't her first time, but Yelan was clearly a novice, many places were obviously very unfamiliar, only her theoretical knowledge was very rich.
This was nothing; Stelle could slowly teach her the unfamiliar parts, and many things she could do herself. Yelan just needed to lie there and cooperate.
However, as a novice, Yelan didn't act like one should.
Shyness, embarrassment, fear, and other emotions were not seen on Yelan's face. Instead, the only emotion Stelle felt from Yelan was madness.
Yes, Yelan was truly crazy, far beyond Stelle's imagination. Despite being new to it, she really liked playing those scary things.
Now, Yelan's body was covered in bruises, and it would probably be difficult for him to go out today.
Stelle slowly reached out her hand, caressing Yelan's smooth skin. When she touched the obviously reddened area, Yelan's brows furrowed slightly.
Stelle quickly withdrew her hand, but Yelan's sleep seemed very light, and she soon woke up.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Stelle looked at Yelan's eyes, which showed no confusion or blurriness, and slowly asked.
"No, it's just still a bit unaccustomed..." Yelan shook her head, then rested her head on Stelle's shoulder, sniffing Stelle's scent.
"Mhm." Stelle reached out and wrapped her arm around Yelan's waist, holding him a little tighter.
To be honest, Stelle felt something was off last night, but she didn't ask in detail then.
Since she wouldn't be getting up for a while in the morning, she had an idea she wanted to confirm.
"Yelan, are you... um, do you really like the feeling of pain?" Stelle carefully chose her words and asked Yelan.
Last night, Yelan actively guided her to play like that, even constantly telling her to use more force.
Every time Stelle increased her strength, she could clearly feel the flush on Yelan's face increase as well. In the end, she herself was even a little startled.
"What do you think?" Yelan stuck out her tongue and licked Stelle's shoulder, asking somewhat indistinctly.
...Yes?
"Of course." Yelan stopped her actions, then reached out and pressed Stelle's head down, meeting Stelle's lips.
After a long while, as a silver thread was drawn out, Yelan finally continued to speak:
"Only pain can make me feel my existence is so real."
Yelan's daily life almost consists of endless dangerous actions.
Ordinary meals can no longer awaken the taste buds of a spice lover; only spicy dishes can make him happy.
"Plainness is numbness, intensity is clarity."
Embracing this philosophy, Yelan chose a sharper way of life, secretly moving around, associating with danger, secrets, and a strong sense of achievement.
"However, now, I'm afraid I don't feel much for ordinary pain anymore..." Yelan changed the subject, looking at Stelle. She felt as if she had found the only antidote for the future.
"...I understand." Stelle opened her mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment, and finally could only nod.
No matter what, the level of pain they experienced last night was much safer than the missions Yelan usually undertook.
"Speaking of which, um, there's something I want to tell you..." Stelle didn't forget that she still had to explain her physique and her house full of "relatives" to Yelan.
Although she was certain Yelan would have no objection to this, she still felt nervous every time she explained.
...
"It's just a small matter." Yelan didn't care about what Stelle said, but this did answer her confusion as to why she couldn't help but do such things to Stelle in that Domain that day.
"Don't forget, I've lost everything to you," Yelan whispered in Stelle's ear.
She wasn't joking with Stelle. At the end of the gamble last night, she truly put everything on the line, including herself.
To be honest, Yelan rarely loses when gambling, but this time, she lost willingly.
"That's true, Yelan is my person now." Stelle smiled. Although she didn't take the gamble with Yelan seriously last night, Yelan seemed very persistent about it.
"Yes, I'm your person... So, should we change how I address you? Like calling you Master?" Yelan suddenly proposed a suggestion that made Stelle's heart pound.
Yelan herself had never submitted to anyone. While she and Ningguang might appear to have a superior-subordinate relationship in others' eyes, in reality, describing their relationship as a collaboration would be more accurate.
Yes, cooperation. She completes Ningguang's tasks, and the Reward she receives is the danger and sense of achievement inherent in the tasks themselves.
For Ningguang, Yelan was a very good collaborator, but unfortunately, this collaborator has now been abducted by her mission target.
Of course, this doesn't mean that her cooperation with Ningguang will end; in fact, Ningguang himself probably won't be able to escape Stelle's grasp in the future...
"Cough, this, isn't this kind of address a bit..." Stelle's cheeks flushed. Should she say it was shameful? But it also seemed a bit stimulating.
Stelle had never been addressed like that before.
However, since she didn't explicitly refuse, it was clear that she didn't have much objection to it.
Yelan naturally saw this. She smiled softly and whispered in Stelle's ear.
"Master..."
Stelle's hands tightened involuntarily. This subconscious action caused Yelan's still not fully recovered body to suffer a little, but Yelan herself was enjoying it.
Her face immediately flushed.
It wasn't until Stelle felt a dampness on her leg that she reacted and quickly relaxed her arms.
"Still, don't call me that, it feels so shameful." Stelle came back to her senses and quickly said to Yelan.
She couldn't take it, absolutely couldn't, especially since Yelan's voice was too similar to Kafka's.
Stelle even imagined the scene of Kafka, who felt like her mother, calling her Master.
It was too much to bear.
"Is that so?" The flush on Yelan's face still hadn't faded, and she was even breathing slightly, "It's just an address. If you don't like it, we can change it to something else."
"Husband, dear husband, or wife, darling... Even calling you Mother is fine too."
"Huh?!" Stelle's eyes widened.
Leaving aside the previous ones, no matter what, calling her Mother was too outrageous, especially with Yelan's voice being so similar to Kafka's...
This, isn't this a reversal of roles?!
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