I Want to Be a Battle Angel Too (13)

This is like zombies offering some benefit to an ordinary human to make them obey.

The original host had seen the Insect Mother—that thing was literally just a massive, slimy, disgusting blob. After ruling out the possibility that Du Ran had mental issues, Little Wei couldn’t fathom what kind of sick person would make a deal with bugs.

Unless… the wriggling of bugs felt more stimulating than a normal man’s?

Little Wei nearly gagged.

It probably wasn’t as twisted as she imagined.

"If that’s the case, then there’s only one possibility left. She isn’t Du Ran at all." As Ling Wanbai uttered these words, a cold sweat broke out across her body.

If her suspicions were correct—if the Insect Race already had a subspecies capable of parasitizing and controlling humans—then humanity faced a fatal threat.

"Little Wei, I’ll report this incident seriously," Ling Wanbai said, her expression tinged with lingering fear.

"Mm-hmm." Little Wei nodded.

Why was Ling Wanbai holding her hand while talking?

"You and I actually make a good match," Ling Wanbai suddenly remarked.

Little Wei: ?

"Let’s get married." Ling Wanbai’s request was blunt and straightforward.

Little Wei: ?

She wanted to tell Ling Wanbai to piss off, but swallowed the word at the last second.

"No thanks."

Little Wei’s heart was firmly set on rejection.

"Do you actually like Zhang Yunxiao?" Ling Wanbai’s expression darkened.

She didn’t even know why, but seeing Little Wei confess to Zhang Yunxiao earlier had left her feeling inexplicably stifled.

Worse than losing first place in an exam.

And that was saying something—because she always ranked first in the entire Federation.

"Huh?" Little Wei genuinely hadn’t expected the conversation to take this turn.

But liking Zhang Yunxiao? That was entirely made up.

"No," Little Wei denied.

She wasn’t into men—why would she like Zhang Yunxiao?

Meanwhile, the straight-laced Ling Wanbai seemed to have finally had an epiphany. She lowered her head, lips pressed together.

"So you’re saying I need to pamper you? Is that the condition for marrying me?"

Little Wei side-eyed her, skepticism written all over her face.

"Do you even know how to pamper someone?"

Honestly, after experiencing so many worlds, only Chengzi and her master had been good at taking care of others. Sister Mo Qing was nice but a bit fierce.

And Ling Wanbai? She’d be even fiercer.

"Don’t underestimate a UR’s capabilities when it comes to something so simple," Ling Wanbai retorted coldly, visibly irritated by the doubt.

Little Wei: …

What did pampering have to do with combat strength?

And why was Ling Wanbai acting like she was dead set on marrying her?

Coach, she didn’t know how to solve this problem.

"We should get to class," Little Wei forced a dry laugh.

"Tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it." Ling Wanbai grabbed her hand.

Before Little Wei could react, her back was against the wall, her breath instinctively hitching.

What was happening?

Huh?

No no no, absolutely not.

"What are you doing?" Little Wei gulped involuntarily.

They were too close—she could see how smooth and soft Ling Wanbai’s skin was, practically begging to be touched.

"Tell me. What do you want me to do?" Ling Wanbai’s gaze remained locked onto her, unyielding.

She marveled at Little Wei’s delicate, flawless skin. Even among the academy’s top-tier double-S ranks, no one could match this level of cuteness.

Ling Wanbai swallowed hard.

Then their lips met.

Little Wei was so startled her pupils momentarily dilated.

Her face flushed crimson in an instant.

But it was just a chaste peck—Ling Wanbai pulled away almost immediately.

Her mind blank, Ling Wanbai looked vaguely regretful.

Before Little Wei could process anything, Ling Wanbai declared, "I’ll take responsibility."

Little Wei: ???

This wasn’t about responsibility.

Why had she kissed her?

It couldn’t just be because she was cute, right?

Little Wei silently grumbled to herself.

"I’ve marked you. That was my mistake. Tomorrow, I’ll take you home to meet my parents."

Little Wei: ???

She was speechless. Apparently, Ling Wanbai’s earlier talk of "marking" had gone completely over her head.

Then again, with Ling Wanbai’s personality, she definitely wasn’t the type to secretly browse educational materials on her neural interface.

But after that kiss, their clothes were slightly disheveled. Little Wei’s gaze inadvertently drifted to Ling Wanbai’s exposed collarbone, and her ears instantly burned.

Damn it, the Chengzi in this world was practically evolving into a pineapple.

I wonder if this pineapple would taste sweet if I took a bite.

Ugh!

This was dangerous.

Stay pure, Gu Wei! No lewd thoughts!

But given Ling Wanbai’s personality in this world, would she even know how to… align things properly? She was utterly clueless.

"You can’t get pregnant from just a kiss," Little Wei muttered, snapping out of her daze and patting her flushed cheeks.

"I don’t know much about these things," Ling Wanbai admitted awkwardly.

"Then educate yourself," Little Wei shot back.

For some reason, Ling Wanbai felt unusually warm. She tugged at her collar and resumed explaining the problem set.

But as Little Wei listened, something felt… off.

Wait.

Why was there… down there?

Her eyes grew slightly misty, her fingers curling involuntarily. This sensation—it was exactly like the first world. She remembered now: double-S individuals experienced this every fifteen days.

Back then, Little Wei hadn’t paid it much attention.

Now, her pheromones were flooding the room, saturating the air. Even Ling Wanbai, mid-lecture, was visibly affected by the overwhelming scent.

She wanted to go to her.

It was an irrational, primal urge.

Like a devil whispering in her ear:

Come here~

There’s something sweet and soft waiting—no chewing required.

Ling Wanbai unsheathed her sword, dropping to one knee, unable to look directly at Little Wei.

She knew what was happening. In situations like this, unmarried double-S individuals had to… handle things themselves.

"Should I take you to the bathroom?" Ling Wanbai asked hoarsely.

"No," Little Wei gasped. She was drowning in the waves of heat.

It hurt.

She could barely breathe.

This was only the second time the original host’s body had reacted like this. Supposedly, it only got worse with each cycle.

But with Ling Wanbai right there, Little Wei couldn’t exactly start fiddling under her skirt.

"Go to the bedroom," Little Wei gritted out.

Right now, the last thing she needed was Ling Wanbai nearby. Distance would ease the torment.

"Okay." Ling Wanbai stood hastily.

But instead of heading to the bedroom—

Little Wei’s eyes widened in alarm.

"What are you—?"

Oh no, don’t come closer!

"I…" Ling Wanbai dropped to her knees before her. Before Little Wei could protest, a golden light surged into Ling Wanbai’s mind.

Her pupils trembled.

Fragments of unfamiliar memories flooded in—a girl who looked strikingly like Little Wei, always tricking her into cooking, unbearably tsundere.

And she… wasn’t like this either.

"Little Wei, I remember now. I love you." Ling Wanbai cupped the back of her head and—

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