The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

Just when Hiluva was filled with shame and indignation, not knowing what to do...

From behind the screen in the outer room of the bath, Bronya's voice suddenly came. "Lonning? Sister Shiluva? Did you find the bracelet?"

Her voice remained cool and detached, but lacked a hint of concern. She had clearly not left yet, but was waiting behind the screen, perhaps tidying herself up.

Hilva's heart leaped into her throat! Bronya was still alive!

If she were to come out now... and touch these sparkling bubbles on the water's surface...

Then it's all over! All explanations will be rendered meaningless! "Found it! Found it!"

Before Hiluva could speak, Lonin preemptively answered in a clear and resonant voice. His acting seamlessly switched, and he transformed back into that innocent little boy.

"Sister Bronya, we found it! It fell into a crevice in the rocks. Sister Hilva reached in to touch it, which is why the water turned murky!"

He fabricated lies without batting an eye, even using his free hand to stir the water's surface, making the "sparkling" liquid blend better with the ripples.

Bronya, behind the screen, seemed to have truly believed it.

"It's good that it's been found." There was a hint of relief in her voice. "Sister Silva, please be careful not to lose it again."

“I…I understand.” Hiluva managed to squeeze out these words through gritted teeth. “Then I’ll go deal with the documents first. You guys should come out early too, don’t stay in there too long.”

As those words fell, finally, the long-awaited sound of leather boots receding into the distance came. Tap tap tap.

The sound faded into the distance until finally, the heavy wooden door was opened once more and then gently closed. This time, there was true silence.

Warm, moist air enveloped this small, cozy space.

Hiluva's tense nerves finally relaxed a little after confirming that Bronya had left.

However, it was precisely this slight relaxation that caused her body to involuntarily slump backward slightly. "Ugh!"

A muffled groan, barely suppressed and a mixture of fear and strange pleasure, escaped from Hiluva's lips.

Because of her unconscious movement, Luo Ning lost her balance and her small body suddenly leaned forward.

Chapter 169 Conquering Hilva

Ripples danced gently against the pool's walls, caressing Hiluva's nearly numb senses. All sound vanished.

The world seemed to consist only of this small space of warmth and the undeniable, cruelly clear reality deep within my body. After a moment of blankness, a violent tremor swept through my entire body.

It wasn't because it was cold. The spring water was still warm.

That tremor, originating from the depths of the soul, was the sound of something solidified for decades peeling away and shattering piece by piece.

Hiluva's fingertips sank deep into the smooth tiles of the pool wall, trying in vain to draw a sliver of cold clarity.

She could even feel that the faint, teeth-grinding sound of her fingernails rubbing against the porcelain surface was completely drowned out by the sound of her heart pounding like a drum.

"Sister Hiluva."

The boy's voice, slightly nasal, was soft and sweet, like it was dipped in honey. "Are you... feeling unwell?"

His small hand gently covered the back of her hand, which was gripping the pool wall tightly. It was warm and soft.

But it burned like a branding iron, causing Hiluva to flinch. She had nowhere to retreat.

Behind me, the boy pressed irresistibly close. Beneath me, the undeniable proof that the sword was already sheathed. I

Hiluva opened her mouth, her throat terribly dry, managing only a broken syllable. Resist?

What can we use to resist?

My mind was a complete blank; my only thought was that everything was over.

Everything is over. The dignity of the Landau family.

She, as the eldest sister, held...

A promise to Cocolia's best friend.

Even... her most basic pride as an independent woman.

At this moment, everything was utterly shattered by this eight-year-old child in the most primitive, savage, and direct way. Those shimmering "goldfish bubbles" floating on the water's surface still seemed to flicker before my eyes.

That was proof of her loss of bodily control. It was evidence of the sins of her desires.

That little devil. He knows everything.

He spoke the cruelest words with the most innocent expression. He did the most outrageous things with the most reckless gaze.

Hiluva's body leaned backward uncontrollably, and if the boy hadn't caught her waist in time, she probably would have slipped directly into the water. "Be careful, sister."

Luo Ning's voice carried a hint of worry, but her arms tightened around him. Her small frame, at that moment, resembled an unshakeable mountain.

Hiluva leaned on his shoulder, her hair disheveled and clinging to her cheeks, water droplets sliding down her face—it was hard to tell if it was spring water or something else. She gave up struggling.

Or rather, she didn't even have the strength to struggle anymore.

That unfamiliar surge of heat from deep within her body had completely breached her last bulwark. She was utterly defeated.

She was like a flower utterly destroyed by a violent storm, clinging helplessly to the tender branches.

[Target character: Silva Landau]

[Current Status: Willpower Collapsed, Defenses Collapsed] [Strategy Progress: 95%]

The cold system panel flashed before Luo Ning's eyes. Just a little bit more.

Luo Ning narrowed her eyes slightly, and a deepness beyond her years flashed in her pure black eyes.

He lowered his head and buried his face in the warm, damp crevice of Hiluva's neck, nuzzling gently.

Like a little animal seeking comfort. "Sister Hiluva..."

His voice was muffled, tinged with a hint of grievance. "Don't you... like Luo Ning anymore?"

These words, like the sharpest dagger, pierced precisely into the softest and most vulnerable part of Hiluva's heart.

Don't like him? How could that be?

From the moment she first saw him in Cocolia's office, his clear, innocent eyes filled her with tenderness.

Later, his intelligence and thoughtfulness made her often forget that he was just a child. Even... in her most private moments, his innocent and harmless face would appear in her mind. But now...

This affection, this tenderness, became the most deadly poison.

She was left on the verge of despair, unable even to muster the strength to cry for help. A wave of uncontrollable shiver washed over Hiluva's body once more.

Every touch sent jolts through her like an electric current, gradually softening her tense body.

It made her clench her teeth involuntarily loosen.

A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped her lips, carrying with it… a secret pleasure she herself was unwilling to admit. “Sister, don’t speak.”

Luo Ning's voice trembled with tears, and her small body shifted uncomfortably.

"Luoning...did he do something wrong? Boom—"

The last thread of reason in Hiluva's mind snapped. She was wrong.

It was wrong from the start.

She shouldn't have let her guard down just because he's a "child".

She shouldn't have shown any vulnerability befitting a mature woman in front of him. She shouldn't have... clung to hope even after sensing the danger.

Now, it's all too late. Nothing.

Her voice was hoarse and nasal, as if it were being squeezed out from deep in her throat.

Luo Ning. She's not wrong. "She's the one who's wrong."

She overestimated her own resistance.

She underestimated the "boy's" aggressiveness. [Target: Hilvarendau]

[Current Status: Completely Submitted, All Defenses Broken] [Strategy Progress: 100%]

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully won over the heart of Sylva, the eldest daughter of the Landau family. Trait unlocked: Rock Sweetheart.]

[Rock Sweetheart: Shiluva's love for her host will translate into creative inspiration and stage presence; her level of affection for the host will directly impact her musical achievements. She will unconditionally trust and fulfill all of the host's reasonable and "not-so-reasonable" needs.]

A barely perceptible smile curved Luo Ning's lips. It was done.

He gently patted Hiluva's back, as if comforting a frightened little animal.

“Sister, the water seems a bit cold.” “Should we… go outside?” Hiluva didn’t answer.

She simply buried her face deeper, tightly embracing the small body in front of her that had brought her utter destruction.

It was as if she wanted to meld herself into his very bones and blood, never to be separated again.

Chapter 170 Next, Ling Ke

The ripples on the water subsided completely.

Hiluva's body leaned limply against Lonin's small chest. The question, "Should we... go out?" was like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pond, creating a faint ripple in her muddled mind, but not enough to rouse any meaningful thoughts.

She just hugged him tighter.

It was as if he were the only piece of driftwood to cling to after the shipwreck.

Even if this piece of driftwood was the very thing that capsized the ship of her life.

"Sister?" Luo Ning's voice was tinged with confusion as she gently patted her back. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? The water seems really cold; you'll catch a cold."

Hiluva's lips moved, but no sound came out.

She could feel the boy's body temperature, seeping through the thin, soaked fabric of his clothes. It was a temperature that both reassured and filled her with despair.

[The "Rock Sweetheart" trait has been activated: Shilu's affection for her host will translate into creative inspiration and stage presence; her level of affection for the host will directly impact her musical achievements. She will unconditionally trust and fulfill all of the host's reasonable and "not-so-reasonable" needs.]

A system notification flashed through Luo Ning's mind.

He remained expressionless, only gazing with concern into the distraught woman in his arms with his clear, innocent eyes. "I...I..." Hiluva finally managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables, her voice terribly hoarse, "I'm alright. Alright?"

How could it be okay?

Her life, her pride, everything she had, was completely shattered by this boy in the warm pool water, and then, in a way she couldn't understand, it was pieced back together.

However, the adhesive was him, and the shape was what he wanted.

She wanted to push him away, but her body wouldn't obey her commands. She wanted to scold him, but her throat felt blocked.

Instead, a strange, unfamiliar emotion, like vines, coiled around her heart—she didn't want to upset him. This thought sent a chill down her spine.

"Are you really okay?" Luo Ning buried her face in the crook of her neck, gently nuzzling it like a spoiled kitten. "But sister looks very sad. Did Luo Ning... do something wrong?"

Hiluva's heart was suddenly saved.

“No.” She blurted out almost immediately, “It’s not your fault. Luo Ning… Luo Ning did nothing wrong.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she froze. What was she saying?

Luo Ning raised her head, her eyes sparkling, as if she had received great comfort from her words: "That's great! I thought my sister was angry with me."

He paused, then said softly, "Then...shall we go outside? I'm a little cold, ah!" A perfectly timed spit, accompanied by his slightly shivering shoulders.

Hiluva looked at him, at his reddened penis, at the undisguised dependence in his eyes and the urge to protect him, and once again all shame and anger overwhelmed her.

"Okay... okay, let's go out." Her voice was still weak, but it held a strange firmness. She leaned against the pool wall, trying to stand up, but her legs felt as weak as noodles.

Luo Ning immediately reached out her little hand and tried her best to support her: "Sister, be careful!" His strength was astonishing for an eight-year-old child.

Hiluva leaned almost her entire weight on him to barely keep her balance. The process of leaving the bath felt like an eternity to Hiluva.

Every inch of her skin exposed to the cool air filled her with an intangible sense of shame.

Especially when Luo Ning used his small hands to clumsily but earnestly wipe her body with the soft bath towel. She wanted to dodge, but didn't dare.

She was afraid that her resistance would hurt the "child's" feelings.

[Host, Shilu's "Rock Sweetheart" trait is working steadily.] The system's voice rang in Luo Ning's mind.

Luo Ning thought to herself: This really is... a convenient feature.

He gently helped Silva put on her bathrobe and tied the belt.

Hiluva lowered her head, her cheeks flushed red, yet she allowed him to do as he pleased.