Chapter 407: A Precarious Dance of Desire and Destruction

His entire body tensed up.

Frozen in place like a statue.

As Blood Nightingale’s message arrived, Yenir struggled to steady his emotions, letting that leg slowly slide upward.

So delicate, so smooth—even through his clothes, he could feel a touch as fragile as porcelain.

And… a teasing agility.

A Third-Stage Awakened’s control over his body is beyond ordinary imagination. For them, hands and feet function almost interchangeably.

To be honest.

It felt incredibly good, and intensely thrilling.

Ignoring the tens of thousands of troops both within and outside the Manor, the hundred-plus Third-Stages, and even the looming Peak Third-Stage nearby, the whole situation was oddly fascinating.

In another place, he could let that damn woman do as she pleased—nobody would know who bested whom.

But not now.

He was going to die. Truly die.

At the very least, the people he brought along would perish.

They were far too close.

Yenir knew full well that even a threefold Dimensional Slash would leave him in grave danger. One misstep, and Uncle Liang would have nowhere to run.

Forcing himself to hide any sign of distress, Yenir stifled his anger, his fingertips hidden in his robe turning white from the grip.

At this proximity, even a fleeting glance from Yinglong—or any hint of mental awareness—would make him seethe upon realizing that the woman he desired was brazenly teasing another man right before his eyes.

Unbridled. Brazen.

It was a raw humiliation, an overt disgrace that no man, especially not the notoriously brutal Yinglong, could endure.

“You think this will kill me? No! Let me tell you, even if I kill you, I can still get away!”

“You want to die? Then I’ll make it happen for you!”

Rare, indeed.

Since his rebirth, Yenir had rarely, like a volcano frozen under ice, suppressed his inner fury so vehemently. He despised that helpless feeling of losing control! He’d warned her countless times not to act like this!

He had repeatedly analyzed Blood Nightingale’s mindset, rehearsing every possible mishap.

But he had never expected her to go this far into madness.

This wasn’t about his death—it was about dragging them both down! A furious Yinglong would not hesitate to wipe out the woman who openly cheated on him. It was mutual destruction.

He couldn’t understand why Blood Nightingale would do this. No amount of logic made sense! If she truly wanted to die, she’d have taken him down with her long ago.

“I guess women just don’t follow logic… Especially you, Blood Nightingale!”

On high alert, Yenir was ready to unleash the Dimensional Slash and escape, while ensuring Uncle Liang broke out immediately!

As for Tang Hai’s two trusted aides, he had lost control over their situation.

The moment Yinglong or anyone else sensed an anomaly, he wouldn’t hesitate to slit this woman down with one swift stroke and make his getaway.

Perhaps sensing Yenir’s barely concealed fury and murderous intent, Blood Nightingale let out a light laugh yet continued as if nothing was amiss.

Seated beside Yinglong, she even shamelessly shifted her position, as if purposefully extending her leg for easier access.

“You’re really angry,”

“I thought you never got angry…”

Leaning back lazily, her red dress revealing her like a blood-red rose nestled on a sofa, her right leg extended from beneath the skirt displayed a generous sweep of pristine skin.

She bit her lip lightly.

In that pose, even a tablecloth couldn’t hide the fact that she had her leg crossed provocatively.

“Aren’t you afraid of dying?”

“You’re so confident—you even keep a close watch on Yinglong and ask me for intel… That confidence only grew after observing him.”

“Heh, it’s hard to believe that after witnessing Yinglong’s strength, you’d become even bolder…”

“So, you’re not angry because you fear I’ll kill you, but because you’re terrified that I might ruin your plans.”

A disdainful exhale.

As if disregarding Yinglong entirely, she showed no worry that he might notice.

After sharing her analysis, Blood Nightingale surprisingly moved close to Yenir like a familiar sibling and pinched his cheek.

To onlookers, it seemed she was whispering secrets to him, but no one knew that as the gap closed, she draped her long leg between his, seductively rubbing against him.

Feeling his stiff posture, she covered her mouth in a light laugh, as if utterly delighted:

“Are you scared?”

“I’m curious—just how important is that Mutated Materials to you? So crucial that you’re terrified of your plan failing?”

“From what I know of you, the forces backing you are formidable. What exactly are you afraid of? Or why take such a risk?”

Puzzlement, incomprehension, and a thrill of revenge mingled within her.

Up close, she could feel every muscle in Yenir’s body straining, clearly poised to kill her and then flee.

But.

It didn’t matter.

No one knew the despair that had overwhelmed her the first time Yenir threatened her, driving her to abandon everything.

Nor did anyone know that last night, all her efforts went in vain, and at the moment she nearly conquered Yenir, she crumbled upon realizing she was the one ensnared.

Now she just wanted Yenir to taste that same helpless despair—the feeling of utterly losing control.

This was her one and only chance.

Time seemed to crawl by, punctuated only by erratic breaths.

Thump, thump, thump, thump…

That was the sound of Yenir’s heart, the anger he fought so desperately to suppress.

For some reason, as she gazed at his profile, a torrent of thoughts flashed through her mind.

So this bastard can get scared… can feel threatened… even get angry…

She had always believed Yenir was devoid of emotion—a man who could perform any role to achieve his goals. Unlike any man she’d known, this young man, seemingly even younger than her, possessed an innate coldness combined with a stubborn, almost obsessive, adherence to his beliefs.

He could appear unmoved by all her tricks, like a eunuch, yet when necessary for intimidation, he could transform into a beast capable of unspeakable actions.

This contradictory blend made him seem like a robot pretending to have a soul, and that truly terrified her.

Under such pressure, she even feared that every move she made was being anticipated by Yenir.

But now…

She suddenly realized that this young man, too, knew fear, that he could get angry—he was human after all.

Torn between the thrill of revenge and a twisted, diseased mindset, she found it hard to define her swirling emotions.

Hate?

Hate.

She longed to rip Yenir’s heart from his chest and devour it, repaying her enduring grievances and humiliation a hundredfold.

Yet, at the height of her loathing, a strange emotion began to blossom within her.

Why…

Why do I feel an overwhelming urge to devour him…?

Why do I want to crush him inside my body…?