Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Xueji, who had rolled the duvet over to her side, still finding it a little hard to believe.
‘The things I did before were truly awful, so why was it so easy to get forgiveness?’
Xiaoxiao’s mind began analyzing matters of emotion from her own unique perspective again.
‘It must be because she has feelings for me!’
Confidently reaching this conclusion, she completely forgot Xueji’s earlier warning and started squirming around under the covers.
Once she could feel the warmth of Xueji’s body and hear her heartbeat, she impatiently reached out a hand, gently stroking Xueji’s abdomen.
Xueji’s body trembled slightly, but she made no further movement.
‘Hehe, so Xiaoji was just playing hard to get earlier, using a tactical retreat to advance. A feigned retreat to lure me in, huh?’
With this thought, Ling Xiaoxiao grew even bolder. She directly pulled aside the part of the duvet Xueji was holding onto and drew her into an embrace.
Xueji, lying on her side, actually nuzzled closer against Xiaoxiao, almost like she was acting coy.
‘This is great! Ehehe~’
“Really now, in modern terms, Xiaoji, would this count as being a tsundere?” she said, her hands not stopping their movement as she brushed up Xueji’s beautiful hair and gently inhaled its fragrance.
Under the covers, Xueji’s hand clenched into a fist, but ultimately, she couldn’t muster the strength to use it. She was simply too exhausted, with no energy left even to speak, having held on until now purely on the strength of her defensive awareness towards Ling Xiaoxiao.
‘Am I really going to lose my purity for this reason?’ Xueji’s muddled thoughts began to wander. ‘Logically speaking, with my soul being male, would I really consider being treated like this by a girl as losing my purity?’
‘Speaking of which, Xiaoxiao must have changed my clothes for me too. Seems like I even got a bath? How did she manage that? Cultivator magic?’
Just as Xueji was about to drift into unconsciousness, a wet, soft, and warm sensation on her neck sent a jolt like an electric current through her entire body.
‘Now she’s licking me? Is she trying to eat me or something?’ Xueji forced herself awake from her daze.
She now felt an indescribable sense of wrongness. It wasn’t purely disgust, nor was it simple revulsion, but another kind of unpleasant feeling altogether.
‘Is this what it feels like to encounter a pervert?’ For the first time, Xueji felt, from a female perspective, the sense of powerlessness a girl might feel when faced with a pervert.
Ling Xiaoxiao swallowed hard, unable to hold back her eagerness. “Xiaoji, I’m going to start now~” she said excitedly.
If her voice hadn’t been so melodious and pleasant, Xueji would have truly believed the person behind her was a character straight out of one of those kinds of stories.
Ling Xiaoxiao was true to her word; her fingers began to wander restlessly.
Xueji felt Xiaoxiao’s hand gradually moving upwards. It felt like being coiled by a snake, and a strong sense of revulsion welled up inside her.
This disgust for what was about to happen finally gave Xueji the motivation to resist. Mustering the last dregs of her strength, she managed to stop Xiaoxiao’s hand just as it continued its exploration upwards.
But her all-out resistance appeared completely different in Ling Xiaoxiao’s eyes. Although Xueji had grabbed her hand, the strength was almost negligible, like a teasing, coy gesture, like the shyness of an inexperienced girl facing matters of intimacy.
The ultimate effect of Xueji’s resistance was only to make Ling Xiaoxiao more excited. One could say it would have been better not to resist at all.
‘Xiaoji’s hand is so soft! Hey~ I can even play like this? I’m such a genius!’
Ling Xiaoxiao’s hand easily broke free from the slender, jade-like hand gripping her forearm and instead turned to grasp Xueji’s hand in her own.
‘Well, if it’s just holding hands, it’s not totally unaccepta…’ Just as Xueji was about to resign herself to it, Ling Xiaoxiao’s next action caused her brain to short-circuit completely.
She watched as Ling Xiaoxiao’s left hand enveloped her own left hand and then, slowly, gently yet firmly, guided it to cover one of the soft mounds on Xueji’s chest.
This action brought Xueji a feeling of powerless futility, a kind of indescribable humiliation, a sense that her dignity was being toyed with and trampled upon.
Under the intense wave of grievance and shame, tears welled up in Xueji’s eyes. They streamed down the corners of her eyes, dampening her pillow.
The pillow was soft and comfortable, the bed and duvet far more luxurious than anything Xueji had at home. Together with the clearly meticulously designed and expensively furnished bedroom, they formed a seductive den of comfort that invited one to succumb.
Xueji bit her lip lightly, but no matter how she struggled with her left hand, Ling Xiaoxiao ignored it completely.
Seeing how “cooperative” Xueji was being this time, Ling Xiaoxiao was pleasantly surprised. She had thought Xueji would turn around and slap her the moment she tried this.
“In that case, let’s turn off the lights first.” Ling Xiaoxiao directly opened the smart home interface on her phone, preparing to turn off the bedroom lights.
Just then, a WeChat notification popped up. It was a message from Xia Jin.
Jinli: “Senior, how’s it going? Did the ‘playing pitiful’ tactic work? (doge)”
Xiaoxiao Fengyu: “It’s effective! (grinning) You really are a love master! (thumbs up)”
Jinli: “Haha, of course. So for the next phase, Senior, you need to be more patient, slowly closing the distance between you and Xueji through everyday interactions.”
Xiaoxiao Fengyu: “Wait! What next phase? What are you talking about? (puzzled)” As she typed with her left hand, Ling Xiaoxiao gave another squeeze. Xueji squirmed, but Xiaoxiao paid no mind.
Jinli: “I mean after pretending to be pitiful, you slowly build feelings and closeness through daily life interactions!”
“Otherwise, what are you doing right now?”
Ling Xiaoxiao’s hand, which was kneading the soft flesh, froze for a second. But then, thinking that Xueji wasn’t objecting, she went back to what she was doing.
The bullied Xueji felt both ashamed and furious. A faint, ambiguous flush of red appeared in the depths of her eyes.
Coincidentally, Ling Xiaoxiao chose that moment to withdraw her left hand. Feeling somewhat smug, she typed a reply to Xia Jin.
Xiaoxiao Fengyu: “We’re already in bed together! (smirk) It seems you really lack practical experience~.”
Jinli: “?”
“Wait, Senior, you… you’re not trying to force things again, are you? (cold sweat)”
Seeing this, and wanting to make her junior understand the importance of practical experience, Ling Xiaoxiao’s head grew hot, and she used her phone to take a selfie of herself and Xueji.
Of course, she held the phone up a bit higher; she didn’t plan on letting anyone else see Xueji’s adorable side like this.
But she failed to notice that Xueji slightly lifted her head the moment she pressed the shutter, causing part of her face to also enter the frame.
Xiaoxiao Fengyu: “See? I’m not forcing anything. She’s being quite cooperative with me.”
[Attachment: Photo of a wronged-looking Xueji]
When Xia Jin saw that Ling Xiaoxiao had actually sent a photo, her first reaction was to cover her eyes, afraid of seeing something she shouldn’t.
‘Senior, really… she should be more careful…‘ Even as she thought this, the fingers covering her eyes slowly parted.
Images of the two of them flashed in her mind, and her face instantly flushed red.
‘Th-this isn’t something I should be looking at… but I only glanced at it by accident… Huh?‘
Xia Jin looked at the part of Xueji’s face visible in the photo. She looked like a heroine from a manga experiencing her first ordeal. Although resisting, powerless against the vast difference in strength, she could only endure the physical sensations while suffering spiritual torment…
Remembering the white-haired girl who had made faces at her that day, Xia Jin felt a pang of guilt. She quickly typed, trying to wake up the delusional Ling Xiaoxiao.
Jinli: “Senior, how can you deny it? Xueji looks like she’s about to break! (angry)”
Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the reply, let out a puzzled sound, and finally tapped to open the image she had sent.
After seeing it, Ling Xiaoxiao’s whole body stiffened. The aura emanating from Xueji in front of her suddenly changed, making her feel a sense of panic.
“Um… Xiaoji, can we talk about this?” From this aura, she sensed a long-unfelt sensation, a feeling of danger and corruption.
Xueji suddenly turned over. The tear tracks at the corners of her eyes made her look like a ravaged flower, pitiable and delicate, but the faint red hue in the depths of her eyes added a touch of highly aggressive allure.
Xueji didn’t reply. Instead, she rose up, pushing Ling Xiaoxiao down beneath her.