For a long time, Ling Xiaoxiao hadn’t felt fear like this.
The gentle Xue Ji had completely changed into a different person, making her involuntarily think of her own mischievous master.
Pinned beneath Xue Ji, Ling Xiaoxiao tried to struggle but found herself powerless.
‘What’s going on?!’ Panic thorough seized Ling Xiaoxiao; this was a situation she hadn’t encountered in a thousand years.
She quickly tried to use her spiritual sense to look inward, but found she couldn’t even release it.
“What’s wrong?” Xue Ji leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.
The tone was as gentle as ever, but Ling Xiaoxiao felt a chill run down her spine listening to it.
“Sister, don’t you like me the most? Why are you afraid?” Xue Ji looked utterly harmless again, even speaking with a hint of wronged.
Her hand kept stroking Ling Xiaoxiao’s lower abdomen, seemingly performing some kind of spell.
Ling Xiaoxiao could feel it—she was gradually losing the spiritual energy within her body. Even the various supernatural abilities granted by her Vermilion Bird bloodline vanished simultaneously, as if they had never existed.
“Xiao Ji, sister was wrong. Please let me go.” For a millennium, Ling Xiaoxiao had only ever been the one bullying others; she had never been controlled like this before.
Xue Ji repeated the most humiliating actions, just as Ling Xiaoxiao had done to her before.
Their hands overlapped, tormenting Ling Xiaoxiao.
Now their positions were reversed, with Ling Xiaoxiao being played with unilaterally.
“How does it feel, Sister~” Xue Ji breathed a warm puff of air by Ling Xiaoxiao’s ear.
A wave of heat washed over Ling Xiaoxiao’s body from top to bottom. To avoid hurting Xue Ji again, Ling Xiaoxiao could only let herself be toyed with, holding her breath, concentrating, and silently reciting a mantra to clear her mind.
As if finding Ling Xiaoxiao like this too boring, Xue Ji reached out and tugged, causing Ling Xiaoxiao’s loose nightgown to slip off her shoulder.
Seeming to vent long-accumulated resentment, Xue Ji bit down hard on Ling Xiaoxiao’s shoulder.
“Mmph…” Ling Xiaoxiao realized her sense of pain had intensified.
‘Was it because of what Xiao Ji did earlier?’ The pain Ling Xiaoxiao felt now was a hundred times stronger than usual. Having lost her cultivation and supernatural abilities, she could only endure it through sheer willpower.
“Sister, does it hurt?” Xue Ji asked with a giggle, pulling Ling Xiaoxiao up to sit on the bed.
Ling Xiaoxiao, still stubborn, retorted, “Xiao Ji, you’re so gentle. Sister feels very comfortable.” For some reason, she just refused to yield.
Xue Ji continued tracing patterns on Ling Xiaoxiao’s lower abdomen with her finger, smiling delightedly.
“You know what? I’m drawing a slave contract on you~” Xue Ji crooked her finger, signaling for Shay to come over. “It’s two-thirds complete already.”
“A slave contract?” Just hearing the name made Ling Xiaoxiao break out in a cold sweat.
“You’re thinking I’m joking, that I would never do this to you, right?” Xue Ji wrapped her arms around Ling Xiaoxiao’s waist from behind, pressing her entire body against Ling Xiaoxiao’s back.
Feeling the other’s softness, Ling Xiaoxiao felt her back burn. She had dreamed of Xue Ji actively seeking fun with her, and the current situation was getting very close to that.
But she couldn’t be happy. She felt that whether she resisted or not, she would be hurting Xue Ji. If she cooperated, the relationship that had finally warmed up would surely fall to freezing point again.
‘If I had held on firmly from the start, how would my relationship with Xue Ji be now?’ Ling Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but yearn for the days when Xue Ji first took her in.
That was the first time in a thousand years Ling Xiaoxiao had tried to build a relationship called ‘family,’ but she had destroyed it with her own hands.
While her mind wandered, Shay also joined in.
Xue Ji used her spiritual power to hoist Ling Xiaoxiao up, suspending her in mid-air. The bird that soared the skies experienced the feeling of losing her freedom for the first time.
“Shay, wake up!” Ling Xiaoxiao yelled in disgust, kicking her legs helplessly.
For no other reason than because Shay had immediately started licking her leg. The wet, warm, and slippery sensation made Ling Xiaoxiao sick to her stomach.
And behind her, Xue Ji still held her, practically glued to Ling Xiaoxiao, inseparable.
“Sister, are you happy with the two of us together?” Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao still holding back, Xue Ji kept teasing her with words.
Caught between the two, Ling Xiaoxiao had no room to resist.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her phone, still on the video call. Xia Jin was staring intently at the screen.
‘That’s enough, stop watching!’
Ling Xiaoxiao shook her head at the phone, but Xia Jin nodded frantically in response.
Ling Xiaoxiao could only clench her teeth, holding her breath to keep from crying out.
‘At least… at least before I’m completely lost, I must do this…’ Ling Xiaoxiao’s mind raced frantically. At this critical moment, she thought of the only thing she could do.
“This is my last bit of spiritual energy! Go!” Ling Xiaoxiao thrust out two fingers, releasing a sword aura.
The sword aura shot straight towards the phone still on the video call.
‘I must preserve my purity in this world…’ Ling Xiaoxiao watched with desperate hope. Now, she could do nothing but pray the sword aura hit the phone.
A zzzt sound—it seemed to have hit. Ling Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief.
“Sister, how could you be so careless? Losing your phone would be so troublesome~” Xue Ji held up Ling Xiaoxiao’s phone, looking at Xia Jin on the video call.
Xia Jin, with nosebleed streaming down, stared unblinkingly at the screen, unwilling to miss a single detail.
If not for the flowing nosebleed, Xue Ji might have thought it was a still image.
She waved the phone in front of Ling Xiaoxiao, asking with clear jealousy, “Is this your little vixen?”
Realizing she was also involvement this thrilling conflict, Xia Jin quickly shouted.
“I’m just a spectator! Please continue! Go, Xue Ji!”
Ling Xiaoxiao: “…”
She gritted her teeth, cold sweat pouring down.
‘My life is over!’
Looking at her desperately defensive state, Xue Ji couldn’t help but giggle.
“The Ling Xiaoxiao I know isn’t like this.”
“Where did my domineering, mandatory-loving disciple go?”
Hearing this, Ling Xiaoxiao’s eyes turned cold. “I am not your disciple, and you are not my master,” she refuted.
As if wounded by these words, Xue Ji’s eyes widened, her gaze blank and incredulous.
But she quickly returned to her previous demeanor, simpering, “Oh my~ Xiaoxiao, why are you being so mean to me~”
“Weren’t you always looking forward to our reunion?” She cupped Ling Xiaoxiao’s face, kneading it without restraint.
This affected, coquettish behavior made Ling Xiaoxiao’s expression harden. She had never imagined she would one day so desperately wish that the person wearing this face was not her master.
But, it was happening.
She couldn’t bear to imagine Xue Ji being possessed by her master. It would be a tragedy for everyone who loved Xue Ji, and for everyone Xue Ji loved.
Moreover, she could no longer imagine a life without Xue Ji.
It was Xue Ji’s every smile and frown that had colored her world, allowing her to feel what it was like to be alive.
Ling Xiaoxiao’s breathing grew rapid, tears already overflowing. She screamed at the person before her, “Give her back to me! Give my Xiao Ji back to me!” She broke free from the spiritual ribbons binding her and kicked away Shay, who was still licking her.