The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

"What...what is this..." she murmured, her azure eyes filled with confusion and a hint of bewilderment she herself was unaware of. She subconsciously moved closer to the sampling tube, her nostrils flaring slightly as she greedily inhaled the scent that made her uneasy.

The inexplicable restlessness she had felt in the throne room earlier now ignited within her like dry tinder thrown into a spark.

That unfamiliar heat surged again, even more intensely than before. How strange!

It had a fishy smell, which should have made people feel uncomfortable, but she... she actually thought it smelled damn good!

I even have an urge to try it out and see what it tastes like!

The thought startled even Hiluva herself. She shook her head violently, trying to banish the absurd idea.

“Calm down, Silva Landau! You’re a scientist! Analyze things rationally!” she growled to herself, but her voice trembled slightly.

She tried to refocus her attention on the analytical instruments, but her gaze kept drifting uncontrollably to the small sampling tube. The viscous liquid inside seemed to possess some kind of magic, silently beckoning to her.

"Just...just a tiny bit, to determine its basic taste characteristics...yes, that's part of the research, yes, part of the research."

Hiluva tried to justify herself internally, a reason that seemed so weak and unconvincing, yet she clung to it desperately. Time ticked by, and Hiluva felt as if she were caught in a fierce internal struggle.

Reason told her it was absurd, even potentially dangerous, but the desire surging deep within her body grew stronger and stronger, like an invisible hand constantly tugging at her nerves.

About two and a half minutes have passed. Hmm, two and a half minutes. Hiluva finally gave up resisting.

She took off her gloves; the warmth of the studio made her feel a bit stuffy.

She looked at the sampling tube with a complex expression, a mixture of a scientist's inquiry, a woman's instinctive curiosity, and a desire that had been stirred within her that felt unfamiliar even to herself.

She carefully tilted the sampling tube and poured about a drop onto the tip of her white index finger. The liquid was thicker than she had imagined, with a warm, smooth feel.

Hiluva's throat bobbed involuntarily. She stared at the glistening droplet on her fingertip, took a deep breath, as if making a firm decision.

Generally, you slowly bring your fingers to your lips, then gently taste them with the tip of your tongue.

In an instant, Hiluva's body stiffened as if struck by a faint electric current. An indescribable, wondrous taste exploded on her tongue!

It wasn't just sweet, nor was it just fishy; it was a kind of... a rich and sweet flavor that seemed to contain the most primal power of life, with a hint of saltiness and a touch of strange fragrance.

The flavor was complex yet harmonious, dominating all her taste buds before transforming into a warm current that slid down her throat and rushed straight to her mind.

"Mouth--"

Hiluva felt her mind go blank, and then an unprecedented, extreme sense of pleasure swept over her entire body like a tsunami.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, her legs buckled, and she nearly collapsed to the ground, but fortunately she managed to grab the lab table in time. "This...this is..."

Her voice was hoarse, filled with heavy breathing, and her azure eyes were filled with moisture. Her usual shrewdness and competence had vanished, leaving only a dazed and intoxicated look.

It's so...so delicious!

This feeling is like a desert traveler who has been toiling for centuries finally finding a spring of sweet water; or like a soul lost in darkness finally seeing a ray of light for salvation.

At this moment, Shilu's rationality completely collapsed.

She no longer cared about the scientists' opinions or the research analysis; only one thought remained in her mind—she wanted more! She wanted even more!

Chapter 160 Hiluva has also fallen! (Revised)

Almost instinctively, Hiluva put her liquid-covered index finger back into her mouth, savoring the sweetness carefully and greedily, as if trying to suck up every last trace of flavor from her fingertip.

Her movements carried an almost pious fascination, her eyes slightly narrowed, and a satisfied, soft whimper escaping her throat.

Gradually, blurry images began to appear in Hiluva's mind. A boy's face, youthful yet strangely charming, with clear eyes that seemed to see through everything... It was Luo Ning!

The boy mentioned by the maid in the throne room! Could... these liquids... be his?

This thought made Silva's heart pound uncontrollably.

An eight-year-old boy. How could that be? But the body's reaction doesn't lie.

She could clearly feel that as those images appeared, the heat within her body surged even more intensely, and an unprecedented sense of emptiness rose from the deepest part of her body, making her yearn to be touched by something.

Luoning.

That name, that youthful face, lingered in her mind.

It was this thought that caused the surging heat to erupt completely within her, burning everything in its path.

Hiluva's breathing became increasingly heavy. Her cheeks flushed completely.

The heat beneath the skin was astonishing, almost scalding it to the point of bursting out and turning into beads of blood.

The pride and composure that usually belonged to the eldest daughter of the Langdao family were completely overwhelmed by this sudden desire.

They shattered into pieces. They could never be put back together. She unconsciously reached out her hand.

That hand, so familiar with machinery and drawing blueprints, now trembled with a completely unfamiliar fear. It slowly reached beneath the hem of its technician's uniform.

That was a realm never before touched, an unknown place she herself had never explored. Before this, Hiluva had always regarded matters between men and women as a waste of life; she considered them meaningless acts.

She poured all her energy into cold, mechanical research and all her tenderness into caring for her younger sister, Lingke. She even looked down on the petty entanglements between men and women.

Before becoming the High Guardian, Cocolia had also subtly advised her against it.

But she always just laughed it off, believing it was something that had nothing to do with her. However, everything changed.

Upon encountering the mysterious "Lyrics of Lonin's Brother's Abundance," the long-sealed gates of Hiluva's heart were knocked open for the first time.

It wasn't a knock.

It was smashed open by an incredibly brutal and irresistible force.

When the cool fingertips finally touched that warm skin, Hiluva's body jerked violently. It was a strange sensation.

The unfamiliar thrill was tinged with a hint of shame, yet it was also exceptionally clear.

A sharp electric shock exploded from the point of contact, instantly spreading throughout her entire body.

Every pore contracted and then opened again. Her fingers were a little clumsy.

They lay their loads on the edge of that soft, secret realm.

Her movements were clumsy, completely unlike her usual deft handling of precision instruments. She dared not venture further.

That was, after all, her secret garden, which she had guarded for over thirty years.

That was her last line of defense as a virgin, and also her strongest. But the strange power originating from the "Lip of Abundance" was constantly tempting her.

The allure of that power was deep and persistent. It steadily eroded her will. Her body grew hotter and hotter.

A burning, searing sensation swept through her body. Her inner self felt increasingly empty.

A chilling emptiness gnawed at her.

That intense urge almost completely consumed her reason. "Drink..."

Her jade-like fingers finally stopped hesitating, trembling as if accepting her fate, yet also with a desperate resolve.

However, that alone didn't seem enough... Silva's gaze fell once more on the sampling tube. A bolder, more insane idea sprouted in her mind like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. If... if this were used...

She took a deep breath, her face displaying a complex expression that mixed shyness, determination, and intense curiosity.

Hiluva's other hand trembled slightly as she reached out. It once again reached for the slender-necked sampling tube.

She took a small amount of the viscous liquid, and the strange, sweet fragrance instantly became even more intense. This aroma domineeringly invaded her senses, bewitching her last remaining shred of reason. She abruptly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering uneasily.

The action carried a resolute determination, a gamble that had been made. The ceremony had begun.

It is sacred. It is also forbidden.

The "fertility liquid" she was stained with carried all her desires at that moment.

She willingly succumbed. Ah.

A sigh, suppressed to its limit, carried with it ultimate pleasure and utter liberation.

Finally, a sigh escaped from Hiluva's slightly parted lips, gentle yet penetrating, quietly spreading throughout the cold mechanical workshop.

A touch of unknown, scorching spring has been injected into this land of eternal winter. That spring is proof that its dormant life force has been fully awakened at this moment.

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Each time the taboo was touched, it brought a tingling, heart-pounding sensation.

Hiluva's body gradually tensed up, as if drawn by an invisible force. Her back arched slightly, and her toes involuntarily curled up, gripping the ground tightly, as if trying to alleviate the strange sensation rising within her body.

Her lips were clenched so tightly that you could even see her lower lip turning slightly white.

This was a completely new experience, one that made her feel both ashamed and incredibly captivated.

However, that alone didn't seem to be enough. Silva's gaze fell once again on the sampling tube.

An even bolder, more outrageous idea sprouted in her mind like bamboo shoots after a spring rain: If... if this were used.

She took a deep breath, her face displaying a complex expression that mixed shyness, determination, and intense curiosity.

Hiluva reached out her other hand and dipped it again into the sampling tube, taking a little more of the viscous, strangely fragrant liquid. "Ah..."

An uncontrollable sigh, filled with ultimate joy and relief, escaped from Hiluva's lips and dissipated into the Everwinter Machine Shop, which reeked of steel and machine oil. Yet, it seemed to add a touch of unknown, fiery spring to this cold workshop.

Chapter 161 The Fall of Hiluva

The lingering aftertaste, like gentle waves after the tide recedes, washed over Hiluva's senses again and again.

She slumped against the cold lab bench, her body trembling slightly, her sweat-dampened hair clinging to her forehead and neck.

The heating in the studio seemed to have stopped working, but she still felt hot all over and had a feeling of being completely drained.

It was an ultimate release, an unprecedented experience. Hiluva's mind was initially in a state of chaos, but gradually cleared.

The images from those taboo videotapes that she had previously dismissed but had accidentally witnessed, supposedly from the old world, now appeared with unparalleled clarity.

She once thought the distorted faces and exaggerated moans of the women in the video were poor performances and meaningless sensory stimulation.

But now

Hiluva's cheeks flushed uncontrollably again.

She looked down at her slightly trembling fingertips, which seemed to still retain some strange touch and scent. Just this...exploring herself... could bring such a powerful impact.

It was a pure, primal pleasure that almost melted the soul. "So this is what it feels like..."

She murmured to herself, her voice hoarse, carrying a hint of bewilderment and realization after tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time. If, if this joy were shared with another person.

A thought popped into my head uncontrollably. The boy named Luo Ning.

His eyes, clear yet seemingly concealing something, and the strange aura emanating from him that unsettled her. If the object of her affections were him...

Hiluva's heart clenched and then began to pound uncontrollably.

This idea is too audacious, too absurd. The other person is just a child.

But the body's reaction is frighteningly honest.

The familiar emptiness deep in my lower abdomen, after a brief moment of satisfaction, seemed to reawaken, carrying an even deeper longing.

She forced herself to break free from this dangerous delusion. "Calm down, Silva."

She told herself this, but her voice lacked conviction. She leaned on the lab table and shakily stood up. A sticky, uncomfortable sensation came from between her legs.

That was proof of her previous loss of control, a product of the fusion of the [Fertility Liquid] with herself.

Those "water stains" reminded her how real everything that had just happened was, and that she had to clean it up.

No trace should be left.

Hiluva's movements were somewhat clumsy, quite unlike her usual skillful handling of precision instruments.

She found a clean cloth and wiped herself and the floor where she might have been splashed.

Every movement brought back every detail of what had just happened: the sensation at her fingertips, the tremor in her body, the electric current that surged into her brain.

Her breathing became unsteady again. "It's... insane."

Hiluva muttered a curse under her breath, unsure whether she was referring to herself, the mysterious liquid, or... the boy named Lonin.

After cleaning up, she threw the used fabric into the incinerator, watching it explode into ash. It was as if this would burn away the shame and loss of control along with it.

But she knew that some things, once ignited, could never be easily extinguished. She walked to the window; the metal shutters remained tightly shut, cutting off everything from the outside world.

The only sounds in Yongdong's mechanical room were the low hum of the instruments and her slightly rapid breathing.