A vicious female is trapped in a beastly hell.

Chapter 585 Leading by Example
On the desk in the study, books and pen holders were neatly arranged, and the faint scent of ink quietly permeated the air.

Shen Li lifted her to sit on the table. The cold, hard touch made Shen Tang tremble slightly. She subconsciously tried to get up, but he held her waist tightly and slowly pressed her down.

She was like a slowly unfolding scroll, landing gracefully on the desk.

Shen Li moved very gently, afraid that she would feel uncomfortable. He steadily supported her lower back with one large hand and slowly lowered her down.

The woman had jet-black hair and snow-white skin, her face exquisitely beautiful. Her watery eyes gazed at him with a hint of confusion and helplessness. Her fair cheeks were flushed with a rosy blush. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling, "What... what are you going to do?"

Shen Li hooked her long, ink-like hair with his fingers, lowered his head to smell the alluring fragrance in her hair, and her soft, white skin was like an excessively clean sheet of rice paper, making one want to... stain it with filth.

The beautiful scenery beneath his palm was captivating, and his gaze grew increasingly dark, yet a gentle and alluring smile remained on his face. His slender fingers slowly and methodically traced the neatly arranged brush holder, carefully selecting the thickness and softness of the brush bristles.

"Little Tang'er, didn't you want to know what I'm drawing?" he chuckled. "Of course, your brother Li will draw it for you."

Shen Tang was filled with doubt. There wasn't even a piece of paper here. Where was he supposed to draw?

Soon, a bad feeling crept into her heart, and she stared in astonishment with her watery eyes wide open!

The man carefully selected a medium-thickness sheep hair brush, and gently pinched the tip with his slender, jade-like fingers, clearly showing that the sheep hair was extremely soft.

The next second, the pen tip landed on her neck, gently sliding down and swirling around with a hint of provocation.

The soft brush against her skin felt like a feather brushing against her skin, or like a fine electric current running through her spine. A tingling sensation instantly spread throughout her body, and she couldn't help but flinch, letting out a soft moan.

A deep, resonant laugh came from beside him. "...How about I demonstrate?"

Shen Tang's cheeks flushed even more, wishing she could grab his arm and bite this wicked fox with ill intentions. But somewhere deep inside, a subtle expectation quietly rose, making her body tense and her face even redder.

At this moment, the sheep-hair brush, dipped in ink, gently touched her collarbone and made the first stroke.

The ink spread across the snow-white skin, the brushstrokes flowing smoothly like clouds and water.

Shen Li's gentle, deep voice rang in my ears, "The records in the vampire history books began more than three thousand years ago, and the contents of the prophecy books also began to be recorded from that time."

"I've finished translating the first three chapters, so let's start from here."

With a few strokes, he drew an outline resembling a human hand. "Based on the text in the prophecy book, I completed the damaged illustration on the first page, which is the beginning of the prophecy book."

"This invisible hand that pierced the sky was called the 'Hand of Creation' by the vampire ancestors of that time. It was like a title, but also like a metaphor."

He continued sketching, his voice calm, "But this 'Hand of Creation' is a calamity that tears through the sky and descends suddenly, bringing annihilation to the vampire race."

"These few bloodstains scattered under my palm, if I'm not mistaken, belong to the missing vampires."

Shen Tang listened intently, gradually ignoring her other feelings, and softly asked, "Missing?"

"That's right, they've gone missing."

Shen Li nodded, the tip of his pen moving slowly from top to bottom. "The vampires possess powerful and mysterious strength, but the more they possess, the more likely they are to attract covetousness. Even though they are a top race, they cannot stop malicious conspiracies. Those enemies dare not act openly, so they begin their persecution in the shadows."

"The prophecy says that thousands of years ago, some vampires began to disappear."

“At first it was just one or two people, but then more and more people went missing. Finally, they found the mastermind behind it all, and it was this ‘hand of creation’.”

"Back then, the vampires wanted revenge and to seek justice for their innocent kin. However, this organization had a complex web of relationships and unfathomable strength. Not only did the vampires fail to avenge themselves, they were also torn apart, and many traitors emerged within the clan."

"In the end, they had no choice but to leave the land where they had lived for generations and find a place where their people could live and thrive safely."

“Escape?” Shen Tang keenly grasped the word, her breathing slightly disordered. “This is different from the history I’ve heard… Thousands of years ago, the vampires fled their homeland. Could it be that their homeland was never on this continent to begin with?”

“That’s right.” Shen Li’s voice was filled with confirmation. “The prophecy book records this escape. They came here from another world because the most famous high priest at the time prophesied that the vampires’ turning point was on this continent, and that this would be their place of rebirth.”

These words shocked Shen Tang so much that she forgot to react for a moment.

Only when she felt a chill on her chest did she tremble violently, a soft moan escaping her lips. She hurriedly covered her skin with her hands, her wet eyes glaring at him, "No... don't do that again!"

Her voice trembled slightly, soft and delicate.

"Hmm? How is it?" Shen Li pretended to be stupid and looked at her with a smile.

Shen Tang was both ashamed and annoyed.

That cunning fox is absolutely wicked!

But when Shen Li saw his beloved female blushing with a coquettish expression, his heart felt like it was being gently scratched by a cat's paw, itching intensely. He longed to immediately pull her into his arms and pamper and spoil her. But he also knew that haste makes waste.

The night is still long; there's plenty of time to take it slow.

The pen tip continued its wandering, continuing the unfinished drawing. Shen Tang grabbed his sleeve with one hand, forcing herself to stay awake, and asked intermittently, "Then... according to you, the vampires aren't from this continent, they... are very likely from another planet?"

The pen tip landed on her abdomen, pausing slightly.

Shen Li nodded slightly. "The prophecy book subtly erased this point, but it does seem to be possible at present. Perhaps this is the reason why the aliens are so persistent in hunting down the vampires."

"So, despite their immense power, the vampires chose to live in seclusion, simply seeking a place to survive..." Shen Tang's voice was filled with sympathy, "But unexpectedly, the aliens relentlessly pursued them, and in the end, due to various reasons, they met their annihilation..."

She stopped speaking at this point.

She killed the last vampire with her own hands.

For a moment, a complex and indescribable emotion welled up in her heart, and she couldn't even tell whether it was guilt or something else.

Shen Li couldn't bear to see her like this, so he lowered his head and placed a light kiss on her forehead, gently comforting her, "What's done is done. There's no need to dwell on right and wrong back then. What you should value is the present and the future."

"Besides, given Necro's character, even if he falls into our hands or the Agent's hands, he won't live on; he'll definitely drag everyone down with him."

"Individual resistance can never stop the tide of history."

"The fate of the vampires is sealed; no matter who delivers the final blow, the outcome will be the same."

Hearing his words, Shen Tang's tense heart gradually relaxed.

She narrowed her eyes, her gaze somewhat unfocused, her thoughts drifting far away, and murmured softly, "So, if the vampires really did migrate from another planet, they must have experienced the legendary stargate..."

"Then, the ancestors of the vampires must have known the location of the Star Gate and how to open it!" Thinking of this, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Shen Li also thought of this, and paused slightly.

Some thoughts flashed through his mind, but the clarity in his eyes was quickly covered by a deeper desire. Looking down at the female's face, which was flushed like rouge, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly put down his pen.

His hand slowly slid down to her knee and gently parted it.

The next second, a bone-chilling coolness suddenly came.

Shen Tang almost cried out, her body trembling, her flushed cheeks buried in her arms, so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground. "You! How could you do this?"

"We're out of ink." Shen Li looked at the unfinished painting and gently stroked it.

Shen Tang was completely speechless. Her beautiful eyes were veiled with a thin mist, and the corners of her eyes were red as she gazed at him in a daze.

Shen Li's heart melted, as if it had turned into a pool of spring water.

He lowered his head, pinched her chin, and kissed her lips, swallowing all her sweet sobs. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, like a greedy and cunning fox, plundering her breath.

Meanwhile, the ink-stained brush continued to move across her skin, gradually completing the picture.

The pen tip, stained with ink, gradually completes the picture.

He finished the whole painting.

The brush fell to the ground with a "plop," leaving a trail of water stains.

The faint sobbing in the air gradually became clearer. The figures on the wall slowly overlapped.

Shen Li could say nothing more, only the most primal desire remained.

Books and pen holders on the table fell to the ground, the scent of ink mingling with another decadent fragrance, like surging waves, intoxicating the senses.

Shen Tang couldn't remember how she got from the study to the bathroom and then to the bedroom.

She felt like a small boat adrift on the sea, tossed about by the relentless waves until it capsized and plunged into the ocean.

The surging seawater enveloped her, nearly drowning her, trapping her in its deep confinement, unable to breathe.

After an unknown amount of time, the surging waves gradually subsided, and the sea returned to calm.