When the Female Lead Becomes Obsessive – Chapter 195

Volume Nine: The Years I Was a Witch

Do You Like Me?

You Dai’er was startled awake by the piercing sunlight. She looked through the window at the scorching sun, its rays spilling generously throughout the room.

She clicked her tongue. “Tsk.” The daylight was still so irritating.

No matter how powerful a vampire’s abilities were, the harm from sunlight was not to be underestimated.

You Dai’er touched the red stud on her earlobe. It was a protective talisman Wen Nuan had made for her to defend against sunlight; she had dyed the stud’s color herself.

Red, the color of blood.

This kind of spiritual artifact was created through the joint cooperation of evil witches and vampires.

Lapis lazuli, with a color like the heavens, contained immense energy that could resist the sun’s corrosion.

A witch would cast a spell on the lapis lazuli, then polish it into various accessories for vampires to wear, allowing them to appear in the sunlight.

Lapis lazuli was not common, so low-level vampires had no way of possessing it. Even if they did, it would be snatched away by other, more powerful vampires.

You Dai’er got out of bed. Seeing the bloodstains on her clothes, she frowned and walked over to Wen Nuan’s closet.

She took out a pair of black pants and a white T-shirt—simple, clean, and comfortable.

A pleasant aroma wafted up from downstairs. You Dai’er teleported downstairs and leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching Wen Nuan make breakfast.

“Your bed is too hard.”

You Dai’er had slept on hard stone for forty years, which had made her uncomfortable all over. Now that she was awake, she was sleeping on a hard plank bed again.

She was not happy.

“Get a soft bed.”

Wen Nuan took out the toast, poured a glass of milk, and sat at the dining table. “This is my house.”

You have no right to point with your hands and gesture with your feet.¹

You Dai’er understood Wen Nuan’s unspoken meaning. Surprisingly, she wasn’t even angry. It really was that “humanity” messing with her.

She sat down next to Wen Nuan and watched her eat slowly. “Don’t you think it’s hard?”

“Is it as hard as your coffin?” Wen Nuan looked up.

You Dai’er remembered the years before humans had invented soft mattresses, when Wen Nuan had always slept in the coffin with her.

“You’ve gotten used to it?” You Dai’er asked, puzzled.

Wen Nuan shook her head. “I knew you had woken up, and I knew you’d come looking for me, so I changed the mattress on purpose.”

“…” You Dai’er’s eyes narrowed. She raised a hand and knocked the milk from Wen Nuan’s grasp. “You really want to die, don’t you?”

Wen Nuan looked at her empty hand, then picked up the toast beside her and began to eat. “Yeah. Are you going to kill me or not?”

You Dai’er’s eyes were deep and dark, her black irises stained with blood. She abruptly grabbed Wen Nuan’s neck and lifted her into the air.

Her toes left the ground, her throat tightly constricted. Wen Nuan’s pale face was choked red.

“Do you really think I don’t dare to kill you?” You Dai’er ignored the discomfort in her heart, her blood-red eyes filled with bloodlust and cruelty.

Her fangs looked even more vicious in the sunlight, like sharp blades pressed against a throat, waiting to be unsheathed.

Wen Nuan looked at her provocatively, breaking into a grin. “Go on, kill me,” she said, word by word. “Could a third-generation vampire progenitor… really be stumped… by a mere… little… witch… like me?”

You Dai’er’s face darkened, her thin lips pressing into a straight line.

She tightened her fingers, watching Wen Nuan’s eyes bulge as her breathing grew more and more difficult, her face swelling like a balloon about to explode.

She didn’t beg for mercy, nor did she cast a spell to attack. Instead, she closed her eyes and awaited death.

Wen Nuan felt the air growing thinner and thinner, until she finally couldn’t draw another breath.

You Dai’er watched the unconscious Wen Nuan, then released her hand, letting her fall to the floor.

She took several deep breaths, then teleported out of the villa.

You Dai’er ran through the forest, so fast that even the wind couldn’t keep up.

A sudden pain shot through her heart. She dropped to her knees, clutching her chest with a bewildered expression, as if confused why her heart hurt so much when she hadn’t been injured.

Flashes of Wen Nuan lying weakly on the floor kept appearing in her mind, so fragile and vulnerable. With just a slight increase in pressure from her fingers, Wen Nuan’s neck could have been easily snapped.

“Miss, what’s wrong?” a concerned male voice came from above. “Are you not feeling well? Do you need me to call an ambulance for you?”

You Dai’er looked up, a malicious smile touching her lips. “Then I’ll have to trouble you.”

The man was mesmerized by You Dai’er’s flamboyant and bewitching appearance. He was about to reach out and help her up when his vision suddenly blurred.

His eyes remained fixed forward, but their focus gradually faded. His mouth was still open, but he would never speak again.

You Dai’er drained his blood, tore his corpse apart, and tossed it aside.

She hadn’t changed. Humans were just her food.

She killed them, drained them of all their blood, without a single shred of guilt or remorse.

Her heart didn’t ache, and that inexplicable emotion didn’t affect her.

She hadn’t changed. The one who had changed was Ning Wen Nuan.

It was her. She must have put a curse on her. That was the only reason she would be so hesitant and unsettled.

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“Hah——”

Wen Nuan’s eyes flew open, and she gasped for air.

The sudden rush of air into her chest made her cough even more violently, as if she were about to cough up all her internal organs.

【Are you okay?】 The System had activated her pain inhibitors. It wasn’t very effective, but it offered some comfort.

Wen Nuan ached all over from coughing, her throat working like a bellows. “I’m fine… not dead yet.”

【This world’s female lead is too ruthless. She really went for the kill.】 The System had been so scared it almost stopped breathing when it saw You Dai’er choke Wen Nuan unconscious.

Its heart still had lingering fears.

Wen Nuan smiled. “If she were truly ruthless, I wouldn’t have survived this long.”

Back then, she had stimulated You Dai’er’s weak humanity to protect the male lead and stabilize the development of this mission world. Now, it had become her life-saving charm.

But to deal with a cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless vampire like You Dai’er, that meager bit of humanity wasn’t enough.

The main reason she couldn’t bring herself to kill her now was because “she” hadn’t actually changed; her heart was still soft.

Therefore, Wen Nuan had to be even more ruthless than her to conquer You Dai’er.

Wen Nuan used the table to pull herself up. She looked in the mirror on the wall. The choke marks on her neck were a sight that struck the eye and startled the heart², showing just how much force You Dai’er had used.

She touched her still-intact neck and breathed a sigh of relief. “These marks are pretty good.”

The System was puzzled. 【What is it?】

A corner of Wen Nuan’s mouth lifted. “To gain sympathy, of course.”

【The female lead is capable of sympathizing with you?】 the System asked doubtfully, recalling the scenes from last night and this morning. 【I keep feeling like she’s going to snap your neck any second.】

“If I say she can, she can.” A determined light shone in her eyes.

If a crack appears in a night dyed with ink, the light can easily seep in.

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Only the first floor of the villa was lit, with the faint, warm yellow glow of a fire visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

You Dai’er easily spotted Wen Nuan lying in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace.

It was early autumn. Though the night air was cool, it was still tolerable.

She had touched Wen Nuan last night; her body was clearly warm, yet she always seemed to be afraid of the cold.

Wen Nuan had said it was because sealing her and breaking the blood pact had damaged her foundation.

You Dai’er sneered. “Serves you right.”

But then her gaze unexpectedly met Wen Nuan’s. Though they were a hundred meters apart, You Dai’er felt a strange sense of embarrassment.

It was like being caught red-handed talking bad about someone.

“…” You Dai’er pressed her cheek and cursed under her breath. “Fuck.”

Wen Nuan didn’t keep looking at You Dai’er. Her gaze shifted away so quickly that it made You Dai’er feel ignored.

The front door was shoved open with great force, and a gust of wind blew Wen Nuan’s hair into disarray. She looked up at the person before her. “Closing the door behind you is a good habit.”

You Dai’er glanced at the wide-open door, and with a slight lift of her hand, the door slammed shut with a boom.

Wen Nuan gave You Dai’er a satisfied look.

That look actually made You Dai’er feel a little happy!

Something’s not right.

Extremely not right!

Wen Nuan must have put a curse on her!

She leaned over, planting her hands on the arms of the rocking chair and trapping Wen Nuan in her embrace. “Did you put a curse on me?”

Wen Nuan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Why do I care so much about your every move?”

“Care?” Wen Nuan looked like she’d just heard a joke. She tilted her head back, exposing the marks on her neck. “You care about me?”

You Dai’er looked at the marks on her neck, her brow furrowing deeply. “What did you do?”

She had clearly caused them with her own hands, but… why did she find these choke marks so jarring?

Even more irritating than this morning’s sunlight.

“What kind of curse did you put on me?!”

You Dai’er moved closer to Wen Nuan, her tone vicious, her expression grim.

They were too close, their breaths mingling.

You Dai’er had never looked at her so properly before.

Wen Nuan’s skin was fairer than snow, made even more so by the contrast with her long, glossy black hair.

Her eyes were clear and bright. When You Dai’er met her gaze, the complex and subtle look within them felt like the stars in the sky—distant and inscrutable.

You Dai’er thought her lips looked like ripe cherries, vivid and full.

The corners of her mouth always seemed to be slightly turned up in a faint, phantom smile, but that smile was colder than the night itself.

Wen Nuan let You Dai’er study her. Her gaze was scorching, yet her own eyes were too clear and cold.

You Dai’er’s gaze remained fixed on Wen Nuan’s red lips, as if she had found a toy that interested her.

“You’ve really grown up.”

You Dai’er raised a hand, stroking those soft, crimson lips.

The first time she met Wen Nuan, the little girl had been wearing a beautiful lace princess dress, standing amidst gore and severed limbs—bloody and beautiful, like a rose growing from a pool of blood.

It made one look forward to her being a bud waiting to bloom.³

All the vampires surrounded the little girl, glaring like a tiger watching its prey⁴. They were waiting for her command to tear that shred of pure white innocence to pieces.

You Dai’er caught a faint, sweet scent, like a subtle fragrance drifting from deep within a forest.

She followed the scent and saw that the back of the little girl’s hand was injured and bleeding. That sweet scent was the smell of the little girl’s blood, and it drove the surrounding vampires into an even greater frenzy.

You Dai’er drank her blood and felt like she had found a treasure.

Right now, she just felt it was a bit of a pity that she hadn’t seen this rose when it opened.

But now, the rose had blossomed, and it was still dazzling.

Her rubbing made the red lips even more tender and beautiful, as if they were about to drip⁵. You Dai’er’s eyes darkened. As if bewitched, she moved even closer.

“What are you trying to do?” Wen Nuan looked up.

“I want a taste of you.”

Wen Nuan’s nose twitched. “Haven’t you already had blood?”

The smell of blood on her was heavy, easier to detect up close.

“I don’t want to drink your blood.”

“Then what do you want to taste?”

Wen Nuan’s eyes shifted, the candlelight reflecting in their depths, making them shine.

You Dai’er’s heart trembled at her gaze, as if it had been snagged hard by a hook.

“Your lips look delicious.”

Her voice was low. “I want to eat them.”

Wen Nuan tilted her head. “You want to kiss me?”

“Mm.”

You Dai’er had little sense of shame. It was better that Wen Nuan said it so bluntly; she couldn’t be bothered to dance around the subject with her.

She lowered her head, wanting to kiss the fragrant marsh⁶, but Wen Nuan dodged, and her cool lips landed on her cheek instead.

You Dai’er was a little angry. She pinched Wen Nuan’s chin and turned her face back. “What are you dodging for?”

“Should I not dodge and just wait for you to kiss me?”

“Why won’t you let me kiss you?” You Dai’er’s eyes narrowed, her tone threatening. “Little witch, don’t provoke me on purpose.”

Wen Nuan raised a hand, her warm fingertips pressing against You Dai’er’s cool lips. “Do you know what kind of relationship people need to have before they can kiss?”

You Dai’er had lived for centuries. To her, everything was obtainable with a spit on the hand⁷. No one could refuse her, and no one dared to.

Vampires lived freely and wantonly. They didn’t care about anything; they were casual about everything.

You Dai’er had seen too many who followed their nature and were not restrained⁸. For vampires, having sex at any time was a commonplace affair. A mere kiss was so slight it was not worth mentioning. For Wen Nuan to now tell her that a kiss required defining the relationship was simply laughable.

“What?”

Wen Nuan tapped her finger. Her voice was light, but her tone held a hint of seduction. “You Dai’er, you want to kiss me. Is it because you like me?”

You Dai’er’s pupils trembled. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

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