Jiang Huai owed Luo Qingyu a spanking.
Jiang Huai felt something was off, but couldn’t pinpoint what. Luo Qingyu, her body weak, lay obediently under the quilt, listening to Jiang Huai tell stories. Occasionally, she’d pull a hand from under the covers, still clutching her recently discarded underwear.
“Jiang Huai Gege… put this away for me.”
Jiang Huai took her underwear. He thought he saw faint traces of dampness, but pretended not to notice. He neatly folded the girl’s underwear and continued his story with utmost seriousness. Beneath the covers, Luo Qingyu fidgeted with her legs, the blush on her cheeks deepening.
When Jiang Huai finished his story, Luo Qingyu still seemed far from sleepy. But he felt he should escape; if he didn’t leave soon, he might turn into a beast.
“Jiang Huai Gege…”
“Hmm?”
“How about… now… spanking my butt…” Luo Qingyu said, shifting her body as if preparing to turn over and present her snow-white buttocks. The next second, Jiang Huai pressed down on her shoulders through the quilt. “No, we said next time, so next time. Go to sleep obediently, goodnight!”
With that, Jiang Huai stood up and fled the room as if escaping.
A mournful hum from Luo Qingyu followed him, but after a short while, he heard her sweet voice, “Jiang Huai Gege, goodnight.”
Jiang Huai closed the door to Luo Qingyu’s room and let out a long sigh of relief.
A gentleman today, as well!
He took two steps, preparing to return to his own room to rest, when he suddenly noticed Chu Xianning sitting indifferently in the pavilion. Wearing a moon-white robe, her snow-white jade feet were bare as she gazed at the moon in the sky.
An opportunity to see his Master’s jade feet was not to be missed. Jiang Huai sat down beside Chu Xianning and asked softly, “Master, why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
“I was sleeping, but you woke me up.”
“Hmm? Was I being noisy?”
“You and Luo Qingyu were noisy.”
Jiang Huai blinked in surprise, then realized. Chu Xianning was likely referring to the strange sounds he and Luo Qingyu had made in the room earlier. Those were Luo Qingyu’s soft gasps. Jiang Huai suddenly didn’t know how to explain.
“This… it’s because Luo Qingyu likes pain. I was trying to teach her how to face her own physical desires.”
“Oh.” Chu Xianning didn’t press further, merely responding faintly. Her gaze returned to the bright moon in the sky. As she looked at the moon, Jiang Huai’s eyes were fixed on her.
No matter how many times, he always found Chu Xianning beautiful, so cold and pure.
“Why aren’t you sleeping yet?”
After a long while, Chu Xianning lowered her head to look at him.
“I’m looking at you, Master.”
Chu Xianning glanced sideways at him.
“Ancient scrolls say that looking at beautiful women can improve one’s mood. A good mood leads to clarity of the Dao heart, which greatly benefits the path of cultivation.”
“All beautiful women are but vanity,” Chu Xianning said faintly.
“That’s because Master’s realm is high. Mine isn’t that high. I just know that every time I see Master smile, my mood improves greatly.”
“I don’t smile much.”
“That’s why it’s so rare when you do smile.” Jiang Huai suddenly thought of something and looked at Chu Xianning. “Master, are you ticklish?”
“No.”
“I don’t believe you.” Jiang Huai straightened his back and said seriously, “Really not?”
“No.”
“Let’s make a bet. I bet Master is ticklish.”
“What’s the bet?” Chu Xianning glanced at him faintly.
“If Master is indeed ticklish, then Master will grant me one reasonable request. If Master is truly not ticklish, then I will grant Master one request.”
“If you lose, you’ll let me ride on your back around the courtyard,” Chu Xianning said, looking into his eyes calmly.
Jiang Huai’s eye twitched. “That’s a bit much, isn’t it?”
“You’re a little bitch puppy anyway.”
“Alright, alright, fine, let’s try.” Jiang Huai extended his hand towards her. Chu Xianning hesitated for a moment. “What for?”
“To tickle you,” Jiang Huai blinked innocently at her.
Chu Xianning hesitated for a moment, then slowly lifted her leg.
She was only wearing a moon-white robe, not very long, barely covering half of her calf. Her calf was slender and snow-white, and her white and tender lotus feet below her ankle were even more exquisite. Jiang Huai, as he wished, reached out and gently grasped her ankle, placing her white and tender little feet on his lap.
Hahahaha, I win!
Jiang Huai’s fingertips merely brushed her toes, and Chu Xianning’s toes curled up slightly, like shy Mimosa. Jiang Huai painstakingly uncurled each toe, asking with mock seriousness, “These aren’t ticklish?”
Chu Xianning looked at him expressionlessly, as if he were an idiot.
The next second, Jiang Huai’s hand gently stroked the sole of her foot. It was indeed tender and soft, as if boneless, and slightly cool. Jiang Huai’s fingertips quickly reached her tender sole and began to tickle her. Unfortunately, Chu Xianning remained completely still, showing no sign of laughing.
Whether she laughed or not, Jiang Huai didn’t care. He was already secretly overjoyed in his heart.
I touched them! I touched them! To touch them again after two years! Little Huai! Genius!
“How long do you intend to keep touching?” Chu Xianning’s cold voice interrupted him.
Jiang Huai immediately withdrew his hand and retorted righteously, “What about your waist, and your armpits? We have to try them all to know if they’re ticklish.”
“Dream on.”
“Master agreed to bet with me!”
“Do you want to die?” Chu Xianning glared at him. Jiang Huai instinctively shrank his head. “Then I don’t care. If your little feet aren’t ticklish, maybe other places are. If you don’t let me tickle you, it doesn’t count as me losing.”
“Cheating,” Chu Xianning pouted and lifted her foot, her toes lightly kicking his chest.
Jiang Huai’s body trembled, but Chu Xianning had already retracted her foot. “You rascal, I won’t bet with you next time.”
“It’s Master who refuses!”
“I can’t tickle myself.”
“It’s different when someone else does it.”
“It’s the same.”
“You skin-dog.” Chu Xianning stood up. “I’m going to sleep.”
Jiang Huai watched her turn and leave. Her tender little feet stepped on the bluestone-paved ground. So cute, I want to lick them.
But Chu Xianning’s figure soon disappeared. The bet was naturally void. Jiang Huai could only obediently return to his room and embrace his quilt, entering his springtime dreams.
***
The next day, early morning.
The sky was gloomy, with a hazy drizzle.
Rainy days were perfect for something warm. So Jiang Huai cooked hot and sour soup and fried dough sticks. Luo Qingyu also got up very early. She had changed into a peach-pink spring dress, making her look even cuter and more lively. Today, Chu Xianning seemed to open her door a little later. But the moment she opened it, Jiang Huai was stunned.
Because Chu Xianning was too beautiful today.
Usually, Chu Xianning dressed very simply, yet it couldn’t hide her cold and aloof demeanor. But today, she had changed into a jade-green palace dress. Her jet-black hair was styled into a lotus crown, and the hairpin used to tie her hair was a gift Jiang Huai had given her earlier. Even more striking were her feet beneath the hem of her skirt. Below her white and tender, slender ankles, she wore a pair of jade high heels, making her already slender and tall figure appear even more elegant.
Her ankles were covered by ultra-thin, evil-repelling ice silk white socks. Jiang Huai seemed to remember this style. It meant that her legs beneath her skirt were now wearing white silk pantyhose that tightly encased them. Because the silk pantyhose were extremely thin, her snow-white and tender skin was fully visible.
What kind of good day was this?
Jiang Huai began to desperately search for the reason why Chu Xianning had dressed so beautifully today, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn’t come up with anything. The iceberg Master’s high heels stepped on the ground. Jiang Huai vaguely remembered that Chu Xianning had initially disliked such shoes because they felt clumsy to walk in. But as she gradually got used to them, her steps became elegant and light.
“Master,” Jiang Huai couldn’t help but whisper.
Chu Xianning’s eyes were as cold as ever. She glanced at Jiang Huai faintly. “What is it?”
“Why are you dressed so beautifully today?”
“I wanted to wear it, so I did,” Chu Xianning replied calmly.
Luo Qingyu naturally saw Chu Xianning’s attire as well. Her eyes were fixated on the beautiful high heels below her ankle, unable to look away. While eating breakfast, she cautiously poked Jiang Huai’s waist and whispered, “Aunt Chu’s shoes are so pretty.”
“I’ll make you a pair next time,” Jiang Huai said, stroking her head. “What color do you like?”
“Ink black.”
“Okay, I’ll measure your little feet tonight.” Jiang Huai promised Luo Qingyu softly.
Jiang Huai decided not to provoke Chu Xianning today. Being stepped on by the tip of a high heel really hurt.
After breakfast, it was time to prepare for the day’s Inner Sect Competition.
***
“Jiang Huai of Guanxue Mountain, victorious.”
Jiang Huai defeated his opponent exceptionally quickly today. It was because Chu Xianning was sitting to his right. If he finished early, he could return to Chu Xianning’s side sooner, to smell her fragrant scent and admire her slender ankles wrapped in white silk.
Due to Chu Xianning’s Flower Spirit Physique, she perpetually emitted a floral fragrance. In Jiang Huai’s memory, she could control it herself. Now that she was an Eighth Realm cultivator, if she didn’t actively control the spread of her scent, the entire mountain top would smell her faint floral fragrance.
Chu Xianning usually kept her scent within a small radius around her, so only Jiang Huai could smell her fragrance. During the Inner Sect Competition, Chu Xianning watched the arena calmly, her eyes unwavering. Yet, many disciples couldn’t help but steal glances at her, as today’s Flower-Plucking Fairy was exceptionally beautiful.
Jiang Huai won all three of his matches today. His ranking had already entered the top thirty. He only needed to fight for two more days, and the Inner Sect Competition would be over.
Once the Inner Sect Competition concluded, Jiang Huai would have to send Luo Qingyu back to Qingxuan Sect.
Back in the courtyard, it was dinner time. Chu Xianning seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood today, something Jiang Huai could discern from her subtle expressions. After dinner, Luo Qingyu took the bowls and chopsticks to wash them. Jiang Huai looked at Chu Xianning. “Master, didn’t you dislike these kinds of shoes before?”
“Walking was uncomfortable.”
“Then… shall I rub your feet for you?”
As if a demon had possessed him, Jiang Huai blurted out, his heart soaring, fearing that Chu Xianning would immediately lift her slender leg in high heels and stomp on him. But to his surprise, Chu Xianning merely glanced at him.
“You seem to like women’s delicate feet quite a lot?”
Jiang Huai instantly broke out in a sweat.
