A Feast for the Starving Vixen (2)
"What the hell… what did they put in this soup…? My body suddenly…!"
After finishing the special soup the maids at the hideout had prepared, Rui-lin’s initial sense of satisfaction quickly gave way to strange sensations spreading through her entire body.
Her heart pounded so loudly she could hear it. Sweat poured down her skin like rain. Her chest and groin throbbed with sudden heat.
All of it was because the soup had been cooked with generous amounts of Do-hwa’s breast milk and Si-yoon’s semen.
"Nngh…!"
Her body was going into heat, making it difficult to even stand on two feet, but Rui-lin forced herself to take one slow step after another until she finally grasped the doorknob and opened the door.
— Creak…
"What…? There’s no one here… If it’s like this, escaping shouldn’t be too hard…"
When she stepped out, the living room was empty—unlike before she had fallen asleep. Only the steady hum of the air conditioner filled the space.
"Hyaah?!"
— Thud!
"Ugh… it hurts…"
The pressure between her legs made her thighs tremble, causing Rui-lin to twist her ankle and collapse onto the living room floor.
She hadn’t scraped her knees or elbows, but the loud noise might have alerted someone that she had left the room.
"That was such a big sound… and no one came out…?"
Contrary to her worries, the living room remained silent.
Fearing she might fall again, Rui-lin stayed on all fours and crawled across the floor toward the entrance.
"Ugh… what a pathetic sight…"
Even though she was timid and passive by nature, Rui-lin had once been a high-ranking executive in the mid-tier villain organization Dark Knights, just like Chae-ryeong. Crawling on the floor while worrying about being caught was something she had never imagined doing.
But right now, escaping was all that mattered. If that man or the other females like Chae-ryeong saw her running away, she had no idea what they would do to her once they caught her again.
"Here…!"
She carefully crawled between the sofa and tables until she finally reached the entrance, where the shoe rack and several pairs of shoes were lined up.
"If I can just open that door… if I can just get it open…!"
Even though the inside of her hoodie was soaked with sweat from her overheating body, Rui-lin clung to her focus and stood up to turn the doorknob.
— Click— Click—
No matter how many times she twisted it, the door only made clicking sounds and refused to open.
"Normal front doors don’t lock from the outside… Do I need to enter a password to leave or enter?"
She looked at the keypad-like device beside the doorknob. Without knowing the code, unlocking it seemed impossible.
"Then… I’ll just blow the lock off."
Rui-lin placed her hand on the lock, intending to turn it into a bomb and blast her way out. She concentrated.
"That’s strange…? Something this size should be easy to turn into a bomb…"
The lock she touched refused to transform.
"Then… I’ll make something smaller into a bomb…!"
If she lacked the energy to convert even a palm-sized lock, she would use something smaller to destroy it instead. Rui-lin picked up an empty diffuser bottle from beside the shoe rack.
"Haaah… m-my body…♥"
Her fingers trembled as if she were holding a vibrator. The intensifying heat made it hard for her to even suppress her moans.
Her panties beneath her skirt had grown damp with sweat and fluids. The weak sounds escaping her lips were becoming increasingly lewd.
— Crash!
"Aah?!"
Her shaking fingers dropped the small diffuser bottle. It shattered into pieces on the entrance floor. Still, Rui-lin thought she could simply turn another object of similar size into a bomb. Panting heavily, she turned her head to look for something else.
"Hah… hah…♥ B-breathing… it’s so hot…!"
Her rough, heated breaths were meant to cool her body, but they only scattered her focus further.
"Oh my… you broke the diffuser bottle."
A new female voice came from behind her.
"Hyeet?!"
Behind the sweating Rui-lin, Ji-woo was sweeping up the glass shards with a broom.
"I-I’m… I’m sorry…!!"
Rui-lin quickly turned away from the door, trying to hide her escape attempt, and apologized for breaking the bottle.
"So your name is Rui-lin? Nice to meet you."
Ji-woo smiled brightly and patted Rui-lin’s shoulder.
"I’m Yeon Ji-woo. I’m the maid in charge of housekeeping here at the hideout… and just like Do-hwa unni and Chae-ryeong unni, I’m Master’s female slave!"
She puffed out her chest proudly, adjusting her apron collar, and stroked Rui-lin’s shoulder and head as if she were a cute little sister.
Of course, she had no idea that Rui-lin was actually four years older than her.
It was understandable. Rui-lin was only 152 cm tall—shorter than Ji-woo’s already petite 157 cm—and her appearance and cute face didn’t look like someone in her mid-twenties at all.
Completely unaware of this, Rui-lin only shrank back in fear, trying to distance herself from Ji-woo’s hands.
"By the way… did you come out because you needed something? I heard you were resting after drinking the soup I made."
"Ah… um, th-that’s… I-I mean… it was a little stuffy…"
"That makes sense. The hideout is underground, so there are no windows. You’d have to go outside to get any sunlight."
Rui-lin hadn’t known the hideout was underground, but her excuse seemed to work surprisingly well on Ji-woo.
"But… why are you sweating so much?"
"H-huh…? Ah… eeh?!"
The air conditioner remote on the table showed 23 degrees Celsius—cool enough that no normal person would be sweating. Yet Rui-lin stood there, drenched and anxious, which naturally drew attention.
"How do I explain this…? Should I just say I’m tired and go back inside to wait for another chance…?"
Rui-lin couldn’t think of a good excuse.
"Ah…! Th-that’s… I mean, my body is still… a little…!"
"Oh! I see."
"Y-yes…! Ahaha!"
Rui-lin’s awkward laugh and Ji-woo’s understanding smile.
"That can’t be right, though." Ji-woo’s expression changed instantly. She looked at Rui-lin with a sly glint in her eyes and continued as if she already knew exactly what Rui-lin had been doing.
"The soup I made gives you energy with just one spoonful. You drank an entire bowl… and even took a nice long nap before that."
"Th-that’s! M-my body is… usually…!"
— Grab!
"You shouldn’t think about escaping from Master’s hideout. It’s not a place you can leave in the first place."
Ji-woo grabbed Rui-lin’s shoulder as she hesitated and whispered close to her face like a warning.
"D-don’t joke around! If you touch me… I-I’ll turn you into a bomb too, you know…?"
Rui-lin grabbed Ji-woo’s shoulder in return and fired back with a timid threat of her own.
"That won’t happen."
From behind the two of them, Si-yoon appeared as if he had been waiting.
Completely naked except for a towel draped over his shoulders, it seemed he had been enjoying a shower.
"Besides, if she could really turn things into bombs, would she have stayed this timid?"
"Wh-what do you…!"
"A bomb-obsessed villain who feels pleasure from blowing things up. I heard that whenever she uses her ability, her personality suddenly changes and she starts exploding everything around her."
Rui-lin bit her lip hard, as if Si-yoon had struck a nerve.
She was the one who used to get excited just by taking off her gloves before using her ability, yet now—even with bare hands—she remained timid despite attempting to use it.
Si-yoon already knew from both Chae-ryeong and information from Do-hwa that her "bomb conversion" ability was closely tied to her dual personality.
"Judging by what you just said, it seems like you have enough energy to use your ability and the will to do so… so why is your personality still so timid?"
Even when Rui-lin had touched the lock earlier, or when she held the diffuser bottle, her ability had failed to activate.
> [Target: 'Firecracker' Hong Rui-lin. Applying ability nullification.]
"Because she can’t use her ability in the first place."