The Delicate Female Lead Only Wants to be Loved by the Villainous Young Ladies-Chapter 267: The Clam and the Pearl

Edith received Adele’s “gift,” her first time, though it wasn’t exactly a pleasurable experience. Adele wasn’t gentle, her touch rough, almost brutal. Only once, for a fleeting moment, did Adele soften, her pink eyes filled with a surprising tenderness as she leaned down and kissed away the tears that welled up in Edith’s eyes. It was a brief respite, a moment of warmth that Edith clung to, savoring its sweetness amidst the pain. freewёbnoνel.com

At first, Adele used only her fingers, the stretching a tolerable discomfort. But as a second finger joined the first, and then a third threatened to follow, Edith’s body tensed, her skin slick with a cold sweat. She didn’t resist, however, her body instinctively yielding to Adele’s will. Adele murmured something, a comment Edith didn’t quite catch, and then, thankfully, relented, withdrawing her fingers.

But the ordeal wasn’t over. Adele’s tail, a vibrant pink appendage tipped with a heart-shaped barb, now took its turn, its sinuous movements a relentless exploration of Edith’s sensitized flesh. It was a sensation unlike anything Edith had experienced, a sudden, overwhelming pressure that made it difficult to breathe. She clung to Adele, her fingers digging into the girl’s back, careful not to cause pain, her body lost in a whirlwind of pain and pleasure.

After what felt like an eternity, Adele finally withdrew, her body shimmering with a pink aura as she cleaned herself with magic and redressed. Edith lay on the tent floor, her body curled up, trembling slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Adele looked down at her, a flicker of... something in her eyes, a mix of satisfaction and... regret? “Remember this day, Edith,” she said softly. “This... belongs to us, to Edith and Adele.” Then, without waiting for a reply, she left the tent.

Edith lay there, her mind replaying Adele’s words, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their encounter.

I will remember, she thought, a silent promise, a vow of... something. Gratitude, perhaps, for Adele’s decision, for the pain and the pleasure, for the strange sense of... connection she now felt. If Edith had been stronger, perhaps she would have made the same choice as Adele, claimed the girl for herself.

But Adele’s rough handling, her almost brutal passion, had served a purpose. It had broken down Edith’s carefully constructed walls, revealing a hidden vulnerability, a desperate yearning for... something more. Perhaps, Edith mused, it had all been a deliberate act, a calculated cruelty designed to... awaken something within her, to forge a deeper connection, a bond that transcended their usual roles. Adele had wanted Edith to feel her, not just on the surface, but deep within, a possession that went beyond the physical, a claiming of her body and soul.

And she had succeeded. Edith’s mind was filled with images of Adele, her body still carrying the scent of the girl, the lingering traces of their encounter a brand upon her soul.

..................

Some time later, Edith sat up, her purple hair disheveled, her eyes still hazy with the afterglow. Her body was covered in marks, her clothes rumpled, her white panties pulled down to her ankles, the dried stains a testament to their passionate encounter. She looked... ravaged, a mixture of vulnerability and a strange, decadent beauty, the image of innocence defiled. And yet, she found herself... strangely pleased. If not for the fear of Adele facing the other girls’ judgment, she wouldn’t have bothered to clean herself, to erase the marks Adele had left upon her.

She finally redressed, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring the lingering scent of Adele on her skin. Except for the slight daze in her eyes, she looked like any other noble vampire student, her carefully constructed composure masking the turmoil within.

She emerged from the tent, drawing the attention of the others.

Celeste smiled at her. In the past, she had disliked Edith, jealous of the girl’s hold on Adele, her “Mother.” But the current Edith, transformed by Adele’s touch, seemed different, her earlier arrogance replaced by a quiet vulnerability. Celeste felt a pang of... something akin to sympathy.

Wofoo, however, simply glanced at Edith, her gaze unreadable.

Sharon blushed and quickly looked away, her imagination conjuring up images of what must have transpired within the tent, her own desire for Adele flaring. Adele’s getting a little too wild, she thought, a touch of jealousy mixing with her admiration. Couldn’t she have waited... and included me?

But even so, Sharon had no complaints. She knew Adele was a dazzling star, and to be bathed in her light, to even briefly touch that star, was a blessing. The starlight couldn’t shine for her alone.

Adele, oblivious to their scrutiny, was playing by the river, her laughter echoing in the air. Edith joined the others, sitting beside Sharon, the two having shared a brief moment of connection earlier. Wofoo remained apart, her wolfish instincts keeping her at a distance. She sat near Celeste, however, almost close enough to touch the golden retriever’s hair. Perhaps wolves, despite their reputation for solitude, also craved companionship, a pack to belong to. Had she chosen Celeste as her... alpha?

Edith, like Sharon, mostly kept to herself, occasionally exchanging a few whispered words with Celeste.

Sharon, scooting closer to Edith, asked shyly, “So... was it... good?” Based on her own experience, Adele was a gentle and considerate lover, always careful not to cause pain. It had been a while since she and Adele had been intimate, however, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of... longing.

Edith, after a moment’s hesitation, replied, “...It was... nice.”

Ignoring the pain and the... forceful nature of their encounter, it had indeed been pleasurable, her body surprisingly sensitive to Adele’s touch. It had felt as if she were made of water, Adele the skilled musician coaxing a melody from her, each note a tremor of pleasure, a wave of sensation that left her trembling.

“I’m so envious...” Sharon murmured, her eyes sparkling. She felt no jealousy, only a pure, unadulterated yearning.

Edith, however, glanced at Sharon with a strange look. Sharon’s small, delicate frame... could she really handle Adele’s... enthusiasm? Or perhaps Sharon had hidden depths, a secret strength that could withstand even the most... vigorous attention?

“It’s... nothing to be envious of,” Edith said softly. “In fact, I envy you.”

“I... made a mistake. I almost lost Adele’s forgiveness.”

“If only I could go back, I wish... I wish I were as pure and innocent as you in Adele’s eyes.”

Sharon, unsure how to respond, simply reached out and gently stroked Edith’s long, purple hair. “It’s very soft,” she said, her voice a gentle reassurance. “Adele must like it very much.”

“...Thank you.” Edith’s heart warmed at Sharon’s words, her earlier sadness fading slightly. If Adele really did like her hair... that would be wonderful.

“What are you talking about?” Adele asked, returning with a basket full of fish, her gaze on Edith and Sharon, who were whispering together.

“N-nothing!” Sharon replied quickly, blushing and avoiding Adele’s eyes.

Edith, however, met Adele’s gaze, her purple eyes clear and bright, no longer clouded by the haze of their earlier encounter. She was about to explain, to tell Adele the truth, but Sharon frantically waved her hands, trying to silence her. It was Adele, however, who interrupted them. She reached into the basket and, with a gasp, pulled out a large clam.

“Ow...!”

“What’s wrong, Adele!?” Edith asked, jumping to her feet, her concern evident.

The other girls also expressed their worry.

But Adele simply smiled mischievously. “Hehe, it’s nothing!” She had just been testing their reactions. Didn’t she know the story of “The Boy Who Cried Wolf”? Or perhaps she simply trusted them implicitly. The girls, though slightly exasperated, couldn’t help but smile at her playful antics.

Adele held up the clam, its shell slightly ajar. She had only pretended to be bitten. “Celeste, this is for you, make it delicious!”

“Mmm, I will,” Celeste replied, taking the clam.

“And Edith...”

“Eh...” Edith looked up, surprised. She hadn’t expected Adele to single her out, especially with Celeste and Sharon present. She stood, her hands clasped nervously, waiting for... whatever Adele had in mind.

Adele reached out, took Edith’s hand, and placed a shimmering pearl in her palm.

Edith’s eyes widened, her hand trembling as she held the pearl. Adele gently closed her fingers around it.

“I was very lucky,” she said softly, “this clam had a pearl inside. Do you know how pearls are formed, Edith?”

“...”

“Pearls, though precious and beautiful, are formed around... irritants, parasites, or grains of sand trapped between the clam’s mantle and its shell.”

“The clam, feeling the pain, the irritation, secretes nacre, layer upon layer, to protect itself.”

“It’s only through this suffering that something... ugly and unwanted... can be transformed into something beautiful.”

“And in this process, how much pain and torment must the clam endure... to create such a beautiful pearl?” It sounded like a question for Edith, but Adele didn’t seem to expect an answer. She simply closed Edith’s fingers around the pearl.

“Now, it’s yours, Edith.”