On the way back to his own courtyard, Jiang Huai had the thought of turning back and forcefully overpowering Ning Yuzhu six times.
But unfortunately, it was just a thought. In the end, he obediently returned to his room. Jiang Zhi was already asleep. He tucked himself into the quilt, recalling everything that had happened. When he left earlier, it felt like he was fleeing in disarray, completely losing his composure in front of Ning Yuzhu.
Today was not a small defeat, but a complete and utter disaster.
He woke up in the early morning to find Jiang Zhi resting on his chest. “So, where did you go last night?”
Jiang Huai felt a little ashamed to speak, but he and Jiang Zhi had nothing to hide from each other. After a moment of hesitation, he recounted the events of the previous night. Jiang Zhi didn’t get jealous. Instead, she smiled playfully, “Then how long do you plan to take to completely conquer her? A month? Or half a month?”
“Don’t talk about completely conquering her like that.”
“I understand you the best, Jiang Huai. Why would you let a duck that flies to your door escape?”
“This kind of thing is about feelings.”
“First time is awkward, second time is familiar. With time, feelings will develop,” Jiang Zhi said playfully, looking at him. Jiang Huai glared at her indignantly, “You don’t understand me at all.”
“Yes, yes, I don’t understand, older brother.”
“I told you not to call me that anymore!”
Jiang Zhi snorted lightly and, as was her habit, climbed onto him. Every night before sleep and every morning upon waking, there was an encounter Jiang Huai couldn’t escape. However, he was becoming lazier, and Jiang Zhi increasingly enjoyed being on top.
…
After getting up, Jiang Zhi lazily lay on the bed, asking Jiang Huai to bring her breakfast. Ning Yuzhu had already arrived early. Today, she was still wearing a maid dress, but the hem was much shorter, barely reaching halfway down her thighs. Her fair, slender legs were wrapped in black stockings. Jiang Huai’s gaze fell on her skirt hem. Ning Yuzhu’s eyelashes slightly lifted. “What?”
“What kind of socks are these today?”
Ning Yuzhu glanced at him with disdain. This time, she didn’t hide anything. She reached out and lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist, showing him the black stockings underneath, and the black lace-trimmed little pants wrapped around her. In an instant, she let go, and the skirt hem fell back into place.
“I still prefer seeing Senior Disciple Sister blush.”
“Your tricks won’t work a second time,” Ning Yuzhu replied calmly, with a hint of pride in her voice. Jiang Huai was amused and exasperated. After eating breakfast with Ning Yuzhu in the courtyard, he went to feed Jiang Zhi. Jiang Zhi was still lying in bed, lingering. Meanwhile, Jiang Huai and Ning Yuzhu began practicing sword techniques in the courtyard.
He still held her hand, merging their souls.
In previous soul-merging sessions, Jiang Huai had carefully suppressed the strange thoughts in his heart, preventing them from contaminating Ning Yuzhu. But perhaps it was because he had been humiliated by Ning Yuzhu last night that Jiang Xiaohu felt rebellious today and deliberately let stray thoughts flood his mind. Ning Yuzhu’s cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes glaring at him in a grumble.
“It was unintentional, unintentional,” Jiang Huai replied immediately. But in the next moment, he saw a vision of Ning Yuzhu sitting on a chair, with him kneeling before her, being cruelly humiliated by her black-stocking-clad little feet while she wore a maid dress.
He looked at Ning Yuzhu with resentment. Ning Yuzhu calmly replied, “It was unintentional.”
As a result, they stopped practicing sword techniques and began conjuring various illusions during their soul merging to torment each other. In the end, Jiang Huai was the winner, because no matter what, Ning Yuzhu’s experience was as pure as white paper, while Jiang Huai’s mind was full of lewd thoughts. When Ning Yuzhu angrily flung his hand away, she clearly sensed that her little pants, wrapped within her stockings, seemed to have become slightly damp.
“Are you done playing?” Ning Yuzhu glanced at him, her eyes turning a little cold. Jiang Huai immediately sat up straight, looking more innocent than anyone, and replied, “I’m done.”
So, Ning Yuzhu reached out again, and they began to merge their souls, earnestly practicing swordsmanship.
After the theoretical knowledge was completed, they began serious sword practice. Jiang Huai thought Ning Yuzhu would take the opportunity to vent her anger, but Ning Yuzhu’s sword strikes were still exceptionally gentle. Every time her sword was about to land on him, she would hold back her strength, only causing his body to tingle slightly, without any pain.
An hour later, Jiang Huai, depleted of spiritual qi, lay on the ground, panting from exhaustion.
Earlier, Ning Yuzhu had mentioned that after he and Jiang Zhi stepped into the Divine Body realm, their cultivation speed would be more than a hundred times faster than others. That statement was absolutely true. Now, his cultivation level had reached the eighth level of the Divine Body realm, so he curiously asked, “What are the cultivation levels of the cultivators of my generation now?”
“The young lords of the Star Soul Domain and the Moon Soul Domain are now all at the first level of the Divine Soul realm.”
“That’s so high…”
Ning Yuzhu merely glanced at him faintly. “You don’t need to compare yourself to them. You only need to see them as ants.”
Jiang Huai’s eyes twitched slightly.
“Do you want to continue practicing sword techniques?” Ning Yuzhu looked down at him.
“Can I choose to be lazy?” Jiang Huai asked back.
“You can,” Ning Yuzhu replied calmly. “But if you can learn the second level of Junlin before the lantern festival at the end of the month, I will grant you one reasonable request. How about it?”
“What do you mean by a reasonable request?”
“For example, kneeling before you and serving me with my tongue,” Ning Yuzhu said, her expression on her face as calm as if she were discussing an insignificant matter. Jiang Huai immediately jumped up from the ground.
Perhaps because Jiang Huai had already contaminated her soul once with his thoughts, conjuring many seductive scenes, Ning Yuzhu’s expression was now excessively calm.
Jiang Huai wanted to know if, if that day truly came, Ning Yuzhu’s expression would still be so indifferent.
But in the next second, just as he had picked up his sword, he collapsed back onto the ground. Then he shook his head. “No, no, that would harm my body.”
Ning Yuzhu looked down at him. Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind, and she gently kicked his abdomen with her toe. “What I just said was a reward for you. Now, as your half-Master, perhaps I should also give you some punishment.”
“Huh?”
“If you haven’t learned the second level of Junlin before the lantern festival, you will kneel before me and serve me.”
She tilted her head slightly, looking down at Jiang Huai before her. In an instant, Jiang Huai sprang up again.
A man’s knees are made of gold. He cannot kneel, he cannot kneel.
…
During sword practice, Ning Yuzhu often found herself distracted.
She had always been accustomed to obeying her Master’s commands, accustomed to suppressing her own thoughts. But this small bet she had made with Jiang Huai was entirely a sudden whim, a fleeting thought. She didn’t know why she thought that way, why she wanted to do it. Yet, in that moment, she suddenly felt as if something else had appeared in her heart.
This time, it was her own sudden desire to play with Jiang Huai, to see the scoundrel in front of her with a reluctant look on his face. Even if she lost, it didn’t seem to matter. It was her own choice, after all.
This was the first time she had made her own choice. Ning Yuzhu felt as if she was gradually changing something. Change implied the unknown, and she couldn’t tell if this was good or bad. Fortunately… this feeling wasn’t unpleasant.
It was as if, in front of Jiang Huai, she was gradually finding back what should have belonged to her.
…
So seductive.
Jiang Huai realized he couldn’t concentrate on sword practice at all. During their training, Ning Yuzhu’s maid dress would inadvertently flutter, and her skirt hem was so short. The little pants under the black stockings were so seductive. Yet, she maintained a serious expression, completely oblivious.
The Junlin sword technique was difficult; it was the hardest sword technique he had ever learned. The lantern festival was only a few days away. Jiang Huai collected his thoughts and, once again depleted of spiritual qi, lay on the ground, gasping for breath. He looked at Ning Yuzhu. “Senior Disciple Sister, how did such a seductive and devious idea suddenly pop into your head?”
Ning Yuzhu looked down. “Because it’s fun.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t you also tease me and take advantage of me because it’s fun?” Ning Yuzhu sat aside, picked up a teacup, and took a sip. She said calmly, “You can play with me, but I can’t play with you? There’s no such principle in this world.”
Jiang Huai’s eyes twitched slightly. He turned his head, secretly glancing at Ning Yuzhu’s skirt hem. Seemingly noticing Jiang Huai’s gaze, Ning Yuzhu arrogantly crossed her legs beneath her skirt, her black-stocking-clad calves swaying slightly.
…
At night.
“Are you going to see Ning Yuzhu again tonight?” Jiang Zhi, who was currently lying on Jiang Huai’s chest, asked him, leaning closer.
“No,” Jiang Huai replied, gently hugging her waist. “Why do you suddenly ask?”
“Sigh, I just feel like someone is discarding the old for the new. Perhaps right now, when things are getting intimate with Senior Disciple Sister, you’ll want to take the opportunity to deepen your affection and forget about your faithful wife at home.”
“Heh, I understand what you mean. I’ll pamper you doubly tonight.”
“Okay, good older brother,” Jiang Zhi’s lips curved into a smile.
During a break, Jiang Zhi snuggled into Jiang Huai’s embrace and whispered, “Then what is your relationship with Ning Yuzhu now?”
“I can’t say clearly.”
“Then do you like her?”
“Hiss…” Jiang Huai couldn’t answer for a moment.
“Hesitation means guilt. Guilt means you like her a little. Liking her a little will turn into liking her after sleeping together. Hmph, I understand you the best.”
“…” Jiang Huai was speechless for a moment. “You can’t say that.”
“Don’t I know you? Your possessiveness is the strongest. If this woman has been intimate with you, you will never let her go.”
“Why do you like to make up stories about me so much lately?”
“Hmph, there are only the two of us in the courtyard, so who else would I fabricate stories about?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Huai took out the treasure for Jiang Zhi. Jiang Zhi immediately flinched and began to shake her head. “You, you, you… not allowed…”
But Jiang Zhi had no room to resist or struggle. Her body was easily forced onto the bed. Her hands were each grabbed by Jiang Huai, and no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t break free. She could only bite her lips in frustration, her face filled with shame and indignation, tears welling up in her eyes.
Her face was filled with humiliation at this moment. However, in a short while, she would actively sway her hips and butt. When Jiang Huai stopped, she would cling to him and complain. Heh, all calculated little schemes.
But Jiang Zhi seemed to have become increasingly fond of the term “older brother” recently. Jiang Huai felt he was too gentle with Jiang Zhi. It wasn’t until Jiang Zhi’s delicate pink tongue was sticking out, no longer having the strength to speak, that Jiang Huai finally restrained himself.
At this point, Jiang Zhi needed to be gently coaxed and held in his arms. After a while, she was smiling joyfully again, burying her face against Jiang Huai, nuzzling him like a tamed kitten, sleeping obediently.
