Chapter 387: Whispers in the Silent Suite

Drip.

He swiped his card and entered.

A pre-sprayed scent of cologne hit his nostrils as Yenir quickly surveyed the room.

The suite was spacious. To the left of the entrance lay a soft two-meter-wide bed draped across the room. Heavy curtains blocked most of the light, leaving the room somewhat dim.

On the right was a bright, spacious bathroom, where a double bathtub had already been filled with warm water. The glass wall of the washroom, positioned directly opposite the bed, was completely transparent—as if encouraging a bit of playful intimacy after a refreshing shower.

Situated on the top floor, this presidential suite was designed for hosting elite warriors. The interior’s lavish decor and high-quality materials were reminiscent of pre-apocalypse opulence. Every surface was lined with soundproof fabric, ensuring an unusually tranquil atmosphere.

In another adjoining space, the faint outline of a private bar could be seen. At its far end rested something resembling a yoga ball and a cradle dangling from the ceiling, its purpose a mystery.

Excellent—the soundproofing worked perfectly.

Clearly, Tang Hai had acted swiftly. The room he prepared perfectly met his high standards.

The professional-grade soundproofing and the fact that the entire floor was empty greatly facilitated his plan.

Yenir nodded in satisfaction. This place was quieter than the outside world. He was confident that if he ended the battle quickly, nothing unusual would be noticed outside.

Just as he reached to close the door, Blood Nightingale beat him to it, slamming the door shut as if in a desperate hurry.

Bang!

With the heavy door securely closed, the dim room echoed only with the faint sound of Blood Nightingale’s labored breathing.

Raising an eyebrow, Yenir chuckled softly inwardly—this troublesome woman clearly desired him even more than he did…

It seemed she truly couldn’t hold back any longer.

Sure enough, the moment the door closed, the Blood Wolf Leader let out a relieved sigh as if unburdened, almost urging in his tone, “Little brother, hurry and get ready… Sister can’t wait…”

He continued, “Take off all your equipment. I’m waiting for you on the bed.”

Her words rushed out as she strained to sense any movement from outside. As soon as that dreadful presence disappeared, she planned to attack—though ideally, only after Yenir had removed his gear.

In her mind, she had imagined that moment countless times— the thought of finally punishing Yenir filled her with wild anticipation!

Recalling the humiliation he once inflicted on her, she trembled with excitement—a thrill surpassing even the highest highs.

She vowed to repay that shame and pain tenfold! Ever since she became a cultivator, Blood Nightingale had never shown mercy!

She was determined to make Yenir experience true agony!

That bastard!

He should be reduced to despair—on his knees, pleading for mercy—as she tortured him to death. Not just lusting after her body; if his desire had clouded his judgment, he’d regret it bitterly before his end!

Bath? Remove equipment?

Yenir scoffed inwardly. Even if he couldn’t see her face, he could easily imagine Blood Nightingale’s expression right now.

Did she really think he was swayed by her?

What a joke. Removing his gear only made him more vulnerable to being killed—she should undress first.

At that moment, just as Yenir was about to concoct an excuse to have her remove her gear, his face suddenly twisted into an odd expression.

Along the way, he had been lost in thought, and he hadn’t noticed the humid sensation creeping along his front.

Damn, this woman… could she actually be wet?

Damn, to think she’d get this aroused!?

Blinking his eyes, Yenir felt he’d never been this speechless in his life. It seemed Blood Nightingale had held him too tight during their journey; the constant friction must have triggered a physiological response she hadn’t even noticed herself, lost in fantasies of how she’d torture him.

Nothing unusual—a cultivator reacts like a normal human.

A cough broke the silence.

“Blood Nightingale, why don’t you go take a shower first?”

He added, “My hands are wet…”

Suppressing his exasperation, Yenir used the remark as an excuse to tease her. With that, he raised his right hand and brought it close to Blood Nightingale’s face.

“Hmm, no scent at all—just clean.”

At his fingertip, a faint glistening of water clung, clear as crystal.

A sudden shiver ran through the young woman. As she strained to sense the presence outside, her expression turned blank as she stared at Yenir’s finger, unable to comprehend what she was witnessing.

Water? Did I spill my drink?

A few seconds later, Blood Nightingale’s face flushed scarlet as her ears burned up.

In a state of disbelief and near breakdown, she trembled uncontrollably.

Her eyes, wide and oval, betrayed her shock.

She finally understood—she knew exactly what Yenir was implying.

“Impossible… this can’t be happening! Am I really getting aroused? Am I wet!?”

If breaking down had degrees, this moment was an SSS-level collapse.

It was just… so humiliating!

She could hardly believe her own body had betrayed her!

How could she let this happen? Never before had she experienced anything like this. Blood Nightingale felt utterly defenseless, as if she were a young girl encountering her first period—bewildered and panicked.

No, I want to kill that bastard. There’s no other emotion at play here—ah, how humiliating!

Everything was just a normal reaction!

Kill him! I have to kill him! This must never be exposed!

Almost as if self-hypnotizing, she forced her rationale.

After several seconds of collapse, Blood Nightingale panted heavily, her murderous intent intensifying. A proud woman like her could never accept this disgraceful state—only by killing Yenir could she salvage her shattered pride!

Yes, kill him! Once he’s dead, everything will be alright!

Frowning slightly, Yenir sensed her instant breakdown and found himself even more exasperated.

Sure enough, this troublesome woman was ultimately still a woman. No matter how cold-blooded she could be, when pushed beyond her limits, she hesitated. If he hadn’t pretended not to notice, her reaction would have given her away for sure.

If it were him, his thick skin would have let him even put a finger in his mouth while teasing. Great achievers keep their composure even when the world crumbles around them.

What’s a little shame? This woman has simply lived too little, too young.

Not wasting another moment, Yenir roughly tossed her onto the bed and coughed lightly:

“Blood Nightingale, why don’t you just take a shower? We can continue later… or, well, whenever you’re ready.”

“I’m someone who likes to take it slow. I know you’re eager, but jumping straight in would be too intense…”

Spouting nonsensical words, Yenir paid no heed to how his remark might cut deep. To him, the more her resolve crumbled, the easier she would become to manipulate. If Blood Nightingale maintained her cool and rationality, he wouldn’t dare continue with his plan.

It was much simpler when she showed even a trace of reason.

Listening to Yenir treat her like a pet dog in heat, even subtly mocking her as she had been tossed aside by the Blood Wolf Leader, the young woman felt a surge of burning humiliation flooding her mind.

If not for the lingering presence outside tracking her, she would have lost control and attacked him on the spot!

“Alright… I’m coming,” she declared.

Clenching her fists so tightly that her voice wavered with suppressed fury,

she forced herself to calm down. Realizing she’d gone too far, the Blood Wolf Leader dared not reveal her inner turmoil to Yenir. With a shattered expression, she wrapped herself in a towel and rushed to the bathroom, immediately switching on the cold water to pour over herself.

Stay calm. You must stay calm.

Gasping for breath, she lowered her head and let the icy water drench her.

Perhaps the shock of the cold water forced Blood Nightingale to stop overthinking. One by one, she began to remove her equipment.

Deep down, she knew her heart was in disarray. Perhaps that bastard had already noticed something was off. Now, she could only try to dispel any suspicion from Yenir and hope for another chance to strike.

Whether with equipment or without, it hardly mattered—the level of her gear was modest anyway, more ornamental than functional.

Besides, she remembered clearly: that bastard’s strength was nothing more than Second-Stage. Initially, he had launched a sneak attack on her with what seemed like a precious item! His true form was fragile—no match for her. She was confident that even with pure physical force, she could easily snap Yenir’s head off!

But in less than a month, she hadn’t anticipated any significant change in Yenir’s strength.

As for the presence tracking her, it surely wouldn’t persist while they were engaged together, would it?

Surely, that bastard wouldn’t allow such a thing!

Just as she was deliberating whether to crush Yenir’s vocal cords or break his limbs, she suddenly felt as if someone was watching her.

“Wait a minute—who’s watching me?”

In an instant, the Blood Wolf Leader, who hadn’t paid attention to her surroundings since entering, instinctively raised her head.

The next second, she found herself staring dumbfounded at the transparent glass before her—and at Yenir’s twinkling eyes.

Locking eyes, she sat there, her lower hand frozen as if sculpted in stone.

“AAAAAAAAA!!!!”

Realizing the state she was in through Yenir’s eyes, the once feared and ruthless Blood Wolf Leader—once hailed as the Bloodthirsty Witch and a formidable Third-Stage fighter—seemed utterly toyed with. In an instant, her composure shattered completely.