After the Early-Deceased White Moonlight of a Wealthy Family Returns (GL) - Chapter 42

The villa was rarely used for living; it functioned mostly as a repository for collections. Original paintings could be seen everywhere.

Su Wu was not truly an art lover; to her, these things were merely optional luxuries. However, whenever she saw these works at auctions, she would think of a little girl in her life who had once held a paintbrush, meticulously sketching on white paper.

As money gradually turned into mere numbers and everything became within reach—when a single decision of hers bore the weight of tens of thousands of lives—buying art became Su Wu’s preferred way to decompress.

If Shen You’an were conscious while she carried Su Wu from the foyer to the bedroom, she would have been awestruck by the beauty of the paintings along the way.

But right now, she knew nothing.

Her hands held the woman steadily. In the near-total darkness, she followed the guidance of Su Wu, who had her arms around her neck and her head buried in her shoulder.

“To the left, upstairs, second room on the right.”

Su Wu rarely stayed here, but every painting in the house was a masterpiece. Someone came daily to clean and inspect. As the door to the second room on the right slowly pushed open, an unobstructed view of the night sea faced them.

She was placed gently on the bed.

The person who had just been carrying her changed posture, leaning down to nuzzle against her face. Like a puppy, she rubbed against Su Wu’s cheek two or three times before nuzzling toward her neck.

Su Wu tilted her head, dodging her renewed approach.

Shen You’an froze.

Su Wu looked at the girl in the darkness.

In this state, Shen You’an possessed incredible night vision. Su Wu had realized this; from the moment she was carried here, Shen You’an had proactively avoided obstacles that might have hurt her. She must have been able to see everything clearly to be so precise in the dark.

But Su Wu was different. She gave the girl clinging to her a light push.

The girl was displeased, letting out a wronged whimper from her throat. She stared straight at Su Wu, her face written with an expression that said: “We agreed you’d let me eat, but now you’re going back on your word.”

Su Wu felt helpless. “How could I go back on a promise made to you?”

“Get up first.”

The girl didn’t listen. As if cheating, she summoned her little tail, winding it around Su Wu’s body. Her hands stroked down Su Wu’s arms, surreptitiously pinning her wrists.

She had certainly learned some tricks.

Su Wu lifted her eyes to look at her. “Not even listening to A-jie anymore?”

The girl blinked, motionless.

Su Wu: “Don’t play dumb.”

The girl pouted, lowered her head, and released Su Wu, obediently retreating to the side. Her posture—kneeling on the bed—was incredibly well-behaved. Her shadow-like tail drooped. No one would have guessed that this was the same phantom from the ship, or the perpetrator of the bloody wounds on Su Wu’s body.

Su Wu stood up, appearing as if she were about to leave.

But she only walked to the door and lightly pressed a switch on the wall.

Click.

Lustrous light filled the dim room, illuminating the girl on the fog-gray bed with total clarity. Behind her was the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, where the deserted night sea swayed gently.

Su Wu circled to the window and pulled the curtains; the light, translucent gauze added a soft tone to everything in the room.

The girl tilted her head in confusion.

The next second, the woman approached and beckoned to her.

She moved over obediently. The woman gently ruffled her hair: “You did great just now.”

The girl’s eyes lit up, and she straightened up to move closer. The woman blocked her lips with an index finger, signaling with her eyes: “Go back.”

Getting a meal was so difficult.

The girl retreated obediently but dejectedly to the head of the bed, leaning against the leather padding.

The woman walked over, pressed her hands on the girl’s shoulders, and sat upon her. Her downward gaze was filled with unmistakable depth.

“I said.”

“I never go back on a promise.”

The outer layer on Su Wu’s shoulders slid down, peeled away by the woman’s own fingertips.

In this light, Su Wu clearly saw Shen You’an’s breathing hitch for a moment. A predatory, beast-like aura manifested on her face—the instinctive reaction of a hunter encountering prey. She nearly lost control and lunged forward, but Su Wu raised her hands and pinched her cheeks.

“I haven’t said start yet,” she said. “Don’t be in such a hurry.”

Shen You’an had always had this bad habit. Su Wu had wanted to tell her this for a long time.

“Chew your food carefully,” she said. “Eating too fast or too urgently puts a burden on the stomach, you know?”

How could Shen You’an know? If she still had her full consciousness, her mind would only be occupied by the thought: “The fragrance is making me dizzy.”

The scent of the woman’s blood before her eyes seemed even sweeter and more delicious than what she had consumed earlier. She swallowed hard, struggling to control her fangs which were growing out of turn, her reddening eyes looking at the person before her with strained endurance.

A surge of incomparable pleasure rose in Su Wu’s heart.

So, this was the expression she wore at a time like this. From the ship to the closed door, she hadn’t seen it clearly enough.

So, there were times when Shen You’an looked at her with such an expression—as if Shen You’an craved her desperately, unable to resist her presence, losing her reason because of it.

Shen You’an was a person with a very good upbringing; the Shen family truly knew how to raise children. Shen Huaijin, in the past, was also a famously gentle and bright senior at school. This upbringing made her kind, polite, and well-mannered toward most people in her life.

Only regarding things she cared about deeply would Shen You’an’s face reveal a different expression. Acting spoiled to Shen Huaijin, wanting Schmincke art supplies, or designer-edition accessories…

In the past, Su Wu could only witness these expressions as an onlooker in Shen You’an’s life.

But now it was different. At this moment, the expression on Shen You’an’s face was one Su Wu had never seen. She was certain no one else had seen it either.

Her lips curled up, the madness in her eyes growing. She maintained this posture, calmly admiring Shen You’an’s expression for three minutes. Seeing her struggle to retract her fangs, Su Wu finally showed mercy: “You’ve controlled yourself well.”

Her fingertips pried open the girl’s lips, touching the spot where the fangs grew.

“Now,” she said. “You can do whatever you want.”

A flash of hesitation crossed Shen You’an’s face, but her tail was faster than she was—if she could still be called a person in this state. The tail lengthened, wrapping around Su Wu’s waist and pulling her body close.

“You’re quite strong… mmm!”

With a force of absolute control, Shen You’an’s hands followed the tail’s lead, clutching tightly.

Three rounds of prelude, followed by the familiar piercing.

This time she chose a different spot, perhaps feeling that attacking the same place repeatedly was somewhat unsporting.

This was the third time Su Wu experienced the moment of being fed upon. Her body had already developed an instinctive response. The moment the skin was pierced, pain-bearing nerves carried a rush of pleasure that swept through her body, seizing all consciousness. Then came the sensation of being sucked—toes numbing, fingertips losing strength, sounds escaping surreptitiously.

But unlike before, Shen You’an’s “eating style” had changed.

Perhaps learning from her previous mistakes, or perhaps fearing that Su Wu felt pain—in short, the hunter hidden within her body actively learned and adapted, using her tail to perform soothing gestures.

For Su Wu, this was not exactly a good thing.

“N-no.”

“Make it stop…”

“You’an, make it stop…”

The moon inexplicably increased its gravity, and the tides of this world became more turbulent. Outside the window, the waves crashed violently.

Shen You’an licked the wound on her neck, discovering strangely that the blood had become even sweeter. Thus, she joined in this chaos labeled as “soothing.”

She was better at undoing things than her tail.

Silver clasps opened, black fabric fell away. Above the white snow, the girl’s palms and dark shadows intertwined. Su Wu could say “no” to the shadow-tail, but she was utterly incapable of saying it to Shen You’an.

The girl’s eyes were innocent, moving entirely according to her heart. She perhaps only found it fun, delicious, or beautiful. Well, for the word “beautiful” to be used in a moment like this, Su Wu felt she possessed a certain talent for being shameless.

Shen You’an could know nothing. But Su Wu was perfectly aware of all her own reactions.

Dazed, she looked out the window. The sea and the night were so calm; they existed silently, quiet enough to make one mistakenly believe that on such a night, by such a sea, all sins could be hidden away.

Had the gods bestowed a miracle on that rainy day in Luoshui Town for this moment as well? Su Wu had no answer.

A sudden pain in her neck came; the girl seemed dissatisfied with her distraction.

Su Wu gazed at her. In those pure eyes, she clearly recognized that this was a night of sinking belonging only to her. For Shen You’an, all her actions held no other meaning. And yet, she was miserably happy.

Her soul and body were torn apart—one version of her falling, and another observing clearly. What would happen after this night? Fearing the girl would remember, she even had to restrain herself at every moment, not allowing her reactions to exceed what they should be.

But no matter what, Su Wu was willing. She was even grateful. This transformation, so difficult to explain to outsiders, had come at such a timely moment.

She reached out into the cold air and embraced the only source of heat before her.

After a long time, Su Wu’s body went limp, falling onto Shen You’an.

Shen You’an froze, stopping all movement. Her tail emerged from beneath the fabric in confusion. Shen You’an lowered her head blankly.

Her face was no longer filled with ignorant innocence.

Su Wu’s face was pale, and the bloody holes on her skin were glaring, impossible to ignore. Some blood had dripped onto the surroundings; it looked like a murder scene.

The tail wound around Shen You’an’s wrist. She shuddered, her already bloodless face turning even more ghostly pale.

Her consciousness had returned.

Shen You’an felt like the dry ashes left behind after a bonfire had burned out.

She had actually…

How could she do this to A-jie…

Shen You’an slapped her own face. The slight pain, however, could not vent the stifling, desperate emotions she felt. She wanted to scream, to wail, but she could do nothing. The strength in her limbs vanished. All she could do was hold the woman in her arms steadily—and the corners of her lips were still stained with Su Wu’s blood.

She moved the woman off her, laying her flat on the bed. The tail tried to move again, stirring surreptitiously, but she grabbed it, ruthlessly tearing it apart until the shadow vanished without a trace.

She looked down at the woman. Since her return, Shen You’an felt a desolate despair for the first time. It pressed in through the air, airtight, enveloping her completely until she could barely breathe.