Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 230: After the Kiss

As the sun made its appearance, the morning light gently streamed into the bedroom, coaxing the black-haired girl, who had been seated on the sofa for a while, to slowly open her eyes.

After a brief glance at the early street scenery outside the window, Yumo redirected her gaze back to the bed, where the exquisitely beautiful silver-haired girl still peacefully slumbered. But upon seeing Mengxi’s angelic countenance, especially those rosy, cherry-like lips, a faint blush adorned Yumo’s visage.

The memories from the previous night unfolded in her mind like a slideshow. Particularly, the recollection of their kiss, their tongues entwined, caused Yumo’s face to transform into a fully ripened red apple. She instinctively hugged her legs, curling up on the sofa, and delicately licked her lips, seemingly lost in her reminiscence.

At this moment, Yumo seemed indistinguishable from a bashful young girl.

"You... you, you little brat," she softly scolded as her gaze rested on Mengxi’s face.

To be honest, Yumo’s emotions were rather complex right now. Her first kiss had been unexpectedly snatched away by this mischievous little scamp? Or was it due to the influence of alcohol? The feeling of having her first kiss taken away so suddenly and unexpectedly left Yumo feeling uncomfortable and taken aback.

Though it must be said that Yumo didn’t hold her first kiss in as high regard as the heroines in teenage manga, she couldn’t deny the peculiar sensations stirring within her heart and body after the kiss. Her heart raced uncontrollably, and her mind became shrouded in bewilderment.

In Yumo’s eyes, Mengxi was akin to her own child or younger little sister. Under normal circumstances, one would feel angered if their child or sister suddenly planted a kiss on their lips. After all, such behavior violated ethical norms.

However...

Last night, instead of becoming incensed after Mengxi’s kiss, Yumo experienced an inexplicable surge of delight. This prompted Yumo to seriously reconsider how she truly perceived this little troublemaker, Mengxi. Was she merely a child or a sister figure? Or perhaps something entirely different?

No matter how she contemplated it,

At this moment, Yumo’s mind was filled with astonishment, shock, anger, delight, and confusion, leaving her thoughts as muddled as porridge. After exchanging saliva and indulging in passionate moments, Mengxi’s excitement in her eyes intensified, indicating a potential escalation. While Mengxi’s hands remained under Yumo’s firm control, her mouth skills were impeccable. After conquering Yumo’s lips, she ventured downward, nibbling on her neck and delicately licking her collarbone...

As waves of intense stimulation surged through her brain, Yumo was taken aback to discover her body gradually succumbing, as if Mengxi’s hands were loosening their restraints. A hazy pink aura enveloped them both. If Yumo allowed Mengxi to continue her mischievous acts, she knew all too well what would happen once her hands were set free—a vivid projection of an explicit dream in reality.

"Not... not now..."

Without any mental preparation, Yumo clenched her teeth, and a crimson light flickered in her eyes. Guided by Yumo’s power, several bloody-red butterflies fluttered their wings and appeared above Mengxi. As the "Sleeping Powder" scattered, Mengxi seemed to have hearts in her eyes. Eventually, feeling dizzy, she lost consciousness and collapsed onto Yumo’s lap.

With that, the intoxicating pink atmosphere in the room dissipated, and tranquility was restored. Yumo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as though a heavy burden had been lifted.

"Finally, this little troublemaker is quiet..."

However, as she let out a sigh, an indescribable sense of loss welled up within her heart.

After tending to Mengxi, Yumo hastily left the bed and rushed to the bathroom for a shower and a change of clothes. As for why she needed to freshen up and change, some things are better left unsaid...

Once dressed, Yumo hesitated to return to the bed. Instead, she silently observed the silver-haired girl sleeping, curling up on the sofa. And so, the night passed without a word until dawn arrived. Yumo didn’t revert to her "statue" mode but remained seated on the sofa, gazing at Mengxi with a mixture of emotions, occasionally heaving deep sighs...

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Returning to the present,

Last night’s scene remained vivid in her mind as she gazed upon the beautiful sleeping face of the silver-haired girl. Yumo’s mind was suddenly filled with a strange thought:

"What if I let that girl continue...?"

It would probably feel so pleasurable, wouldn’t it? Just a kiss, a touch, and it would be so exhilarating...

As she entertained the thought, Yumo’s imagination ran wild. Two snowy-white bodies entwined intimately, passionate kisses, and the exploration of each other’s secret gardens flashed before her mind. However, in the next moment, Yumo furrowed her brows.

’Wait a minute?!’

’What am I even thinking?!’

Realizing that she had started to indulge in improper thoughts, she vigorously shook her head, trying to dismiss those strange ideas from her mind.

’We are both girls, and Mengxi is the destined one, the chosen heroine. I am the final boss, and she is supposed to kill me... Why am I having such absurd thoughts? Truly, I am an idiot...’

’Furthermore, upon closer consideration, even if I hadn’t stopped her last night and allowed Mengxi to continue, nothing would have happened. At least my chastity would be intact. After all, with Mengxi’s current strength, she probably couldn’t even break through my ’defense’...’

Internalizing her own sarcasm, Yumo’s gaze inadvertently shifted to the drink prepared for her by Sebastian on the desk.

The black-haired girl’s brows furrowed tightly.

’Alcohol...’

’Such a troublesome thing...’

After muttering a few curses in her heart, Yumo silently made a decision.

From now on, she would never let Mengxi touch alcohol again! As they say, alcohol leads to mistakes, and with Mengxi’s terrible tolerance, one sip would make her drunk, complicating matters even further! Moreover, this girl seems to become unusually bold when she’s intoxicated...

Her current strength is not enough to pose a threat to me, but Mengxi is the chosen one, with limitless potential in the future. If she grows to a certain level and gets drunk again, wouldn’t that mean...

To be on the safe side, I must firmly ensure that Mengxi doesn’t develop a habit of drinking! Whatever she wants to drink in the future, it definitely shouldn’t be alcohol!

However,

Speaking of drinking, Mengxi’s words after sobering up can also be considered... the truth spoken while intoxicated, right? That means...

- "Sister...i...like~..." -

Recalling Mengxi’s words from last night when she kissed her and explored her body, Yumo couldn’t help but bite her lip, and her gaze towards the silver-haired girl became more complicated.

The main purpose of Yumo letting Mengxi drink was to test whether she had figured out her identity. However, throughout their intimate encounter last night, Mengxi always called her ’sister’ or ’sister Yu ’ and never mentioned ’ sister Yumo ’ or ’Xiaomo.’ Even in that drunk state, she didn’t slip up.

’It seems that I really overthought it.’

’Furthermore, the most important thing is that this girl actually likes me...’

’But we only just met, right?’

’What exactly does this mean...?’

’Is her liking for me in the sense of friendship, like between best friends? Or is it...?’

"Ugh, you annoying little brat. You’ve got me all tangled up while you’re sleeping so peacefully!"

As Yumo complained, she walked over to the edge of the bed and ’viciously’ reached out her finger to pinch Mengxi’s cheek.

And at that moment,

"Knock, knock."

After a few knocks, a magnetic and deep voice gradually reached Yumo’s ears.

"Miss Yu, are you awake?"

Hmm?

Sebastian?

The sudden words made Yumo temporarily stop her ’revenge’ on Mengxi’s face. After withdrawing her hand, the black-haired girl curiously looked toward the door.

"What’s the matter, Sebastian? It’s early in the morning."

"Miss Yu, there are people from the Snow Night Palace here. They hope to see you."

Yumo:" Hmm?"

Upon hearing the words ’Snow Night Palace’ and thinking of the Chosen One, Yumo furrowed her brow and cast a doubtful gaze.

"The palace?"

Xue Tianao’s people? Why would they come to me early in the morning?