Jiang Huai needed to visit the Trading Street of Qingxuan Sect first to buy some raw materials for making glutinous rice cakes. He had some prepared on him, but they were used up the few days ago when he made them twice at Qingmu Immortal Palace. After buying the ingredients, he started preparing them diligently in the kitchen. He needed to soak the glutinous rice first and prepare the other ingredients.
By the time he returned to the courtyard, Luo Yueguan and Luo Qingyu were lying lazily on the chairs, whispering to each other as if they were having a particularly enjoyable conversation. Although he had seen them like this many times, Jiang Huai was momentarily stunned by the sight of the mother and daughter leaning against each other. Luo Qingyu’s figure still possessed the slender grace of a young girl, but her curves and buttocks had become quite voluptuous. Her legs were slender and luminous, perfectly proportioned. While not as tall and exaggerated as Luo Yueguan’s, the two women’s faces were nearly eighty percent identical, causing Jiang Huai to momentarily drift off.
When they saw him return, Luo Yueguan gave Jiang Huai a playful glance. Her look seemed to say, “Who would have thought you were such an unrestrained lecher in private.”
“You’re so perverted,” Luo Yueguan suddenly said.
Jiang Huai gave her a soft look but was too lazy to retort. He hadn’t just met Luo Yueguan. Arguing with her always led to her dragging him into illogical territory, and then she would defeat him with an even thicker skin than his. He glanced at Luo Yueguan sideways. “I’m making vanilla coconut glutinous rice cakes.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll know when you taste it later.” Jiang Huai returned to his lounge chair and lay down, then looked at Luo Qingyu. “So, will Qingyu sleep with me tonight, or with Mother?”
Luo Qingyu blinked at him innocently. “Will Jiang Huai Gege get back at Qingyu tonight?”
“Of course not, at most it’ll be a little, a little bullying.”
“Ew, the more you say that, the more you will! Humph, Jiang Huai Gege is full of bad intentions too.” Luo Qingyu leaned closer to Luo Yueguan. “I’ll sleep with Mother tonight, and tomorrow… I’ll let Jiang Huai Gege bully me back then.”
“Oh…” Jiang Huai blinked at her innocently.
He would save it up for double the interest collection tomorrow.
***
Jiang Huai’s glutinous rice cakes weren’t finished until past midnight. Luo Yueguan was so impatient; she was satisfied after tasting them. Jiang Huai, however, took Luo Qingyu to the bathhouse. Luo Qingyu understood the principle that she couldn’t return to his room with him – once she was in his room, she wouldn’t be able to escape. In the bathhouse, she was very cooperative and admitted her mistakes early, her delicate pink knees on the ground, her jet-black hair tucked behind her ears.
She would also lightly flick her tongue, letting Jiang Huai see with his own eyes that she had eaten everything obediently. But when Jiang Huai tried to grab her and pin her against the wall, Luo Qingyu wriggled away like a loach. Jiang Huai slept in Luo Qingyu’s room. With nothing to do, he lay on the bed, tossing and turning. The spirit stone Xu Qing had given him earlier vibrated slightly. He picked it up; it was Xu Qing, who was also tossing and turning and couldn’t sleep, asking if he was asleep.
Jiang Huai chatted with her for a long time until drowsiness finally crept in, and he closed his eyes.
When he woke up in the early morning, Jiang Huai felt an itch on his chest. Luo Qingyu had opened his room door and was lying on top of him, her hair falling onto his chest. He opened his eyes, and the next second, Luo Qingyu’s delicate pink lips were close to his. Luo Qingyu at home was much more spoiled than Luo Qingyu at Qingmu Immortal Palace, as if she wanted to kiss and hug him all the time. After kissing for a while, Jiang Huai was finally able to get up; he still had to prepare breakfast.
***
There wasn’t much to do in the courtyard, so he had no choice but to waste time. Jiang Huai and Luo Qingyu went around the sect for an entire tour. The looks they received this time were far more numerous than before. The news of him winning first place in the Eastern Region Grand Competition had already spread throughout the Eastern Region. Countless disciples were curious about what the Tian Xuan Sect’s Jiang Huai looked like. Seeing him standing next to Luo Qingyu, their curiosity was greatly satisfied.
The only thing that annoyed Jiang Huai was that he had to cook so many dishes that Luo Yueguan wanted to eat every day. At first, he would resist and struggle, but when Luo Yueguan acted spoiled and shameless, she was incredibly skilled. Gradually, he got used to it and was too lazy to argue. If she wanted to eat something, he would just make it for her. Indeed… habits were terrible.
Late at night, Luo Qingyu and Jiang Huai returned after bathing. Luo Qingyu took out a light purple nightgown and a black and white lace-trimmed maid dress, blinking innocently at Jiang Huai. “Which one do you want to see tonight, Jiang Huai Gege?”
“Let’s see which one you can tear up without feeling heartbroken.”
“What about the socks?” Luo Qingyu then took out a pair of black lace-patterned pantyhose and a pair of black fishnet stockings. Jiang Huai suddenly thought of something and pinched her white and tender little face. “I want to see white silk.”
Jiang Huai took out a bundle of long rope from his hand.
And a small handmade rabbit tail he had painstakingly crafted by himself in the courtyard, which he was particularly satisfied with.
Yes, and a small feather specifically for tickling.
And two cute little bamboo clips.
***
Luo Yueguan was tossing and turning again, unable to sleep. She had suffered from insomnia for years and had gotten used to it. She always had many fragmented dreams that she couldn’t remember clearly after waking up, only vaguely recalling hearing screams from outside her dreams. Last night, she slept with Luo Qingyu. She didn’t have insomnia when she slept with Qingyu; Qingyu was very well-behaved, curling up in her arms and chatting with her about many things.
It was funny, but it was only in the past six months that she had begun to truly feel the connection of mother and daughter between her and Luo Qingyu. In the years past, it felt as though there was always a thick barrier between her and Luo Qingyu. They called each other mother and daughter, but their hearts were incredibly distant.
She lay on her side in bed. Whenever she couldn’t sleep and tossed and turned, her treasured jade would come into play. But today, she didn’t want to use the jade. So, her slender fingertips sank slightly, and the moment of brief pleasure was followed by a long emptiness. Luo Yueguan lay on her pillow, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Her emotions had been quite stable recently; she no longer fell into some inexplicable mood all day, but it seemed she had also lost the occasional bouts of inexplicable ecstasy. Her heart seemed to have become quietly calm.
She faintly heard the sound of the wind outside the window. It seemed like it was going to rain again. Summer rain was always unpredictable. She suddenly remembered the flowers by her bedside, so she sat up. The flower petals by the bed swayed gently in the wind from the window. She leaned closer and gently sniffed the fragrance of the petals. This flower was still one that Jiang Huai had given her; its fragrance had a calming effect.
What was Jiang Huai doing at this moment? She imagined he must be doing those things with Qingyu that Qingyu had told her about yesterday… One had to say Jiang Huai truly lived up to the scoundrel named A Mumu; he had so many, so many ways to bully people. Even with her thick skin, her cheeks had flushed slightly when she heard Qingyu’s detailed account yesterday.
She felt as if her heart was being nibbled away by a curious little mouse. Suddenly, she recalled the scenes from a few times ago when she spied on Jiang Huai and Luo Qingyu. The taboo thrill made her body tremble uncontrollably. Luo Yueguan reached out and pinched her own soft flesh fiercely, trying to clear her head a bit.
Outsiders always thought Luo Yueguan was indifferent, capricious, and had extremely high standards. Some had even said that she had rejected proposals from several heavenly talents to become their Dao Companions with a cold, unyielding demeanor… But no one knew that Luo Yueguan often spent her days alone in her boudoir, indulging in self-admiration, satisfying the addiction brought by the loneliness gnawing at her heart.
She had been like this for years. Sometimes twice a day, sometimes three or four times. When she was in a particularly bad mood, she could even lock herself in her room for an entire day, wetting the entire bedsheet until her body had no strength left, falling into a daze until the next morning. Although she had tried countless times to make her body understand who was the master of desire, it always ended in failure late at night. The scenes described by Qingyu seemed to resurface in her mind, and a hazy fantasy began to stir in her heart. If she were the one being bullied…
No, too perverted, too bastardly, too much of a bully.
But Qingyu was clearly complaining complainingly, as if reporting him, yet Luo Yueguan knew she actually loved it. In a state between dream and wakefulness, Luo Yueguan’s small, hidden desires began to stir again. She bit her lip and rewarded herself once more. However, the increasingly prolonged void swept over her again. She found it harder and harder to sleep.
She suddenly wanted to know what was happening in the next room at that very moment. Her heart had already been gnawed to a thousand holes by the little mice of curiosity. Just one glance, only one glance.
The instant her perspective switched, a whip fell on her buttocks, and the searing pain almost made her cry out. It wasn’t that she was afraid of pain, but it had been a long time since she had personally experienced pain, nor had she actively sought it. The pain on her buttocks seemed to spread to her bones in an instant. Her legs pressed tightly together. The rain outside the window seemed to begin to fall slowly at this moment, thick and damp. Aside from the pain, why did it also feel… swollen… as if something were inside… What was it?
Before Luo Yueguan could think further, her toes tensed up moments later. She covered her lips tightly with her hand, trying to prevent herself from making strange noises. But in an instant, she felt a wave of numbness spread throughout her body. Her ice-blue eyes gradually became hazy. The desires stemming from her loneliness seemed to melt away in an instant, and the emptiness was filled… Damn it.
You clearly recognized that you didn’t truly love him, and merely saw him as a crutch, your last hope. You clearly recognized this fact, yet you still couldn’t help but peep late at night? Was it because of your insatiable desires that you can never fill on your own? Or was it because there were still some lingering fantasies in your heart? If it were any other man, you probably wouldn’t even bother to look, and wouldn’t act spoiled and act like a child with him every day… Everything was because it was him, the one named Jiang Huai.
Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!
Luo Yueguan couldn’t help but writhe on the bed, tossing and turning. She pulled the quilt over her head, her entire body burning hot. But the connection with Luo Qingyu through Daoist magic had not yet been severed. Jiang Huai had only just begun to deal with Qingyu tonight, and the night was still long. The boundless rain had only just begun to fall.
It wasn’t until the early morning that the sound of rain outside gradually stopped. Luo Yueguan sat blankly on the bed, her eyes vacant. Her body twitched occasionally. After a long while, she finally came back to her senses and looked at the bedsheet soaked beneath her. The water stains on her legs had not yet dried. She covered her face with her hand.
It’s over, Luo Yueguan. It’s all over. You’ve truly become a slutty, debauched, shameless madwoman.
