Of course, Adele also wanted to relive that kiss.
But seriously, could Molly's blood be casually sucked? Absolutely not. Molly was someone with special abilities; letting Adele have a taste of it once out of emotion was one thing, but the experience of being sucked was not pleasant, and Molly had no desire to go through it again.
No matter how much Adele pleaded, Molly remained cold-hearted and unmoved. When Adele became too much to handle, Molly would silence her with a kiss, preventing Adele from saying any more annoying things. In front of Molly, Adele was still a little fool. As long as she was kissed, she'd become dazed and forget what she wanted to say, her eyes filled with admiration for Molly, thinking everything Molly said sounded wonderful.
Adele was too pure, which made it difficult for Molly to make any moves even if she wanted to. After all, it was hard for Molly to break through her own psychological defenses.
First of all, how old was Adele… Oh, thinking about it carefully, she was almost twenty, so she was indeed of age to do such things. But secondly, Adele had grown up under Molly's watch, so it was hard not to think of her as "my little kid." With that mindset, it was inevitable that there would be feelings of guilt when it came to making a move on Adele.
While Molly was troubled by these things, Adele was already accelerating her plans. She had the slave master help her find some lower-class vampires who were living difficult lives. The other party thought Adele wanted some maids and servants; after all, in his eyes, Adele was a noble of the Black family. But he also knew that there were no lower-class vampire servants in the Spark Farm.
He was in charge of the leasing and selling of servants in this vast area. The previous farm manager, Okan, as a lower-class vampire, did not have the qualifications or money to buy lower-class vampires to serve him. Now that Adele, a noble, was in charge, it made sense for her to purchase lower-class vampire servants to serve her.
But Adele emphasized, "I want those who are living in poverty. I don't care if they look good or not; the important thing is that they can work."
The slave master was shocked; vampires were all about looks, and if the servants by their side were unattractive, it could even ruin their appetite. But Adele emphasized that she didn't care about their looks at all and only cared about their ability to work. What on earth was Adele planning?
Although the slave master was puzzled, Adele offered too much for him to refuse, so he immediately agreed and promised to find Adele satisfactory lower-class vampires.
While the slave master was searching for lower-class vampires for Adele, other races in the surroundings started harboring ill intentions. According to Molly's investigation, they had been watching Spark Farm for a long time. They had confirmed that Adele was the only one on the farm who could be considered powerful, and since Adele was a vampire, it meant she absolutely wouldn't appear during the day.
Besides Adele, there were only humans and a group of old, weak, sick, and disabled individuals from other races on the farm, which posed no threat to them. So, they took advantage of Adele's sleep during the day to secretly plan a raid on Spark Farm. Even if they were other races, they still needed to eat and drink. Having been suppressed by vampires and forced to live in the wild for so long, constantly eating outdoors, they couldn't resist drooling when they saw those delicious livestock.
In their view, livestock didn't just include chickens, ducks, cows, sheep, and pigs but also tender-skinned humans. Molly could get along peacefully with other races, as long as they hadn't eaten the flesh and blood of their own kind. So when this group of other races stormed in, Molly dealt with them all immediately.
Seeing the look of disbelief in the eyes of the other races as they died, even Molly herself felt that her existence was somewhat beyond the norm. But the problem was, in every way—from birth to body structure—Molly was a complete human being.
Perhaps a mutated human?
Molly was actually curious about how Adele viewed her. When Adele woke up in the evening, Molly first informed her about the attempted invasion by the other races and how she had dealt with them all. Although Adele was an idealist, she wasn't a saint. These guys who dared to harm others deserved their fate.
So she simply nodded, indicating that she understood, and then began organizing a defense team. The previous defense team was composed of the original staff at Spark Farm, but now the personnel structure was complex, and the original scheduling system was clearly unsuitable.
She needed to select a team suitable for patrol and counterattacks. For example, the human rebel vanguard that Molly brought in was far more capable in combat than the staff at Spark Farm and the old, weak, and young individuals from other races that Adele had gathered.
After discussing these matters, Molly had no intention of leaving. She waited until Adele had finished her work before raising the issue that had been troubling her: "Adele, why don't you ask me why I'm so strong?"
According to Molly, while there were indeed powerful humans in history, they were legends from ancient times. In the history dominated by vampires, there was no one as inexplicably powerful as Molly.
When Adele heard Molly's question, she was momentarily stunned before she chose to go along with her: "So, Molly, why are you so strong?" Adele asked, but Molly didn't know how to answer. Should she tell Adele that she was from another world? No way. If she did, this love that seemed to be between peers would immediately turn into a cougar situation. For this reason, Molly didn't want to answer that way.
After hesitating for a moment, she said something that sounded like she was teasing, "Actually, I don't know either." She reflected on her nearly twenty years of life: "I don't know when it started, but I realized that I was incredibly strong—strong to an unbelievable degree. Before you came to the breeding facility, I found out that I could punch through walls and crush stones with my bare hands. Then, in the Black Castle, I discovered that I was immune to mental magic, which vampires pride themselves on."
When Adele heard this, her first reaction was, "Wow, Molly, you're really amazing. Even among vampires, it's not easy to resist mental magic. When I fought the school doctor before, I almost fell for it."
Molly didn't tell Adele this to seek praise but to discuss, "But with someone like me, can I really be called human?" This had always been a question that troubled Molly. She believed her soul was that of a human, but when her body no longer resembled a human's, what was the point of such a belief?
Especially every time she saw someone with a look that seemed to say, "Is this person really human?" Molly would start to doubt herself. When she brought up this issue, Adele looked at her oddly, realizing that Molly was genuinely troubled by it. Adele then composed herself and seriously said:
"Molly, does it really matter that much if you're human? No matter who you are, you're still Molly."
Adele silently added in her heart—my Molly.
Hearing Adele's words, Molly was momentarily stunned. The clouds in her mind were pierced by a bolt of lightning that prevented them from gathering again, and eventually, they dispersed entirely. She hadn't expected to be enlightened by Adele one day. Adele was absolutely right—no matter who she was, she was still Molly.
Was it really that important whether she was human or not? What mattered was not her species, but how she perceived herself.
Molly laughed softly, "Thank you. I didn't expect Adele to see things so clearly."
At first, Adele felt quite proud, especially since Molly was praising her. But then she realized something was off about Molly's words, especially the "didn't expect" part. She looked at Molly angrily, "Molly, what do you mean by that! How could you say that to me?"
Molly tried to change the subject, but Adele looked so upset that it seemed unlikely she could do so easily. So Molly quietly asked Adele, "Adele, do you know what couples do?"
Adele was a bit confused. She answered, "Hold hands, hug, kiss." They had already done those things, and often. But Molly's eyes clearly conveyed: how could you be so naive?
Adele turned the question back on Molly, "So, what else do couples do?"
Molly beckoned Adele over, and as Adele leaned in, Molly began whispering into her ear, telling her about the things couples do in private. Her lips were close to Adele's ear, and with her words, warm breaths caressed Adele's long, pointed ears, causing them to tremble uncontrollably.
What made Adele even more embarrassed than Molly's breath was the content of her words. What Molly was saying was so explicit that it made Adele's head spin and the tips of her ears turn red. Even so, she forced herself to listen until Molly finished the last sentence. Then, Adele quickly covered her ears and jumped away, scolding Molly:
"You! Molly, is this what you think about all day long?!"
She pointed at Molly, but her fingers trembled with embarrassment. Her face, needless to say, had turned as red as an apple. Molly, seeing her like this, remained calm and asked, "So, Adele, do you want to do these things?"
Molly had the feeling she was leading a child astray, but they were bound to reach the final base eventually. Molly was no herbivore; she didn't want a platonic relationship with Adele. She wanted the whole deal!
Human evolution wasn't about eating plants! Meat is the eternal pursuit of human life.
What Molly had just said was highly explicit, shattering Adele's romantic and idealistic notions of love. But she couldn't deny that being tightly embraced by Molly and doing pleasurable things together was indeed very tempting.
So, despite her embarrassment, Adele nodded and said, "I do." As a tsundere, she was unusually honest in this matter.
However, the two still faced a bigger problem. Adele, blushing, whispered so softly it was almost inaudible, "But Molly, I don't know how to do those things."
Molly righteously replied, "It's okay, I don't know either."
Adele: "?"
Molly, the theoretical master.