Chapter 692: Too Explosive
Jiang Huai didn’t bother guessing. He chose to feign ignorance. He knew Fang Moye was already secretly resentful of him, but what could he do? Let her hate him; it wouldn’t cause any major upheaval. He wasn’t worried that Fang Moye would dissuade Chu Xianning from becoming his Dao Companion because of this. Firstly, Fang Moye wasn’t that kind of person. Secondly, even if she were, Chu Xianning wouldn’t listen to her.
Ningning wouldn’t care about others’ opinions, not even her Master.
He just had a vague sense of unease. Seeing his silence, Fang Moye didn’t say anything else. She lazily leaned back, squinting slightly as she basked in the sun. Her two white and tender little feet, clad in her Daoist Robe, were crossed. Her toes wiggled inadvertently, exuding an indescribable elegance and sultriness.
He wasn’t unable to guess some things. Perhaps giving Ning Yuzhu the Divine Emperor Pearl Shard was just a small excuse? But it was hard to say. Fang Moye’s personality wasn’t one to owe others. However, if Ning Yuzhu hadn’t deliberately brought it up, she wouldn’t have been given such an excuse.
Therefore, Ning Yuzhu was the sole culprit.
Thinking this, Jiang Huai took out beautiful gemstones one by one, polishing them carefully in his hands before stringing them into small beads. Fang Moye, watching him from the side, initially thought he was making a bracelet. Gradually, she noticed that the beads Jiang Huai was polishing were getting progressively larger, clearly not for a bracelet.
“What is this?”
“It’s a tool to punish Senior Disciple Sister Yuzhu.”
Fang Moye tilted her head, confused. “How will you punish her?”
“Insert it.”
Instantly, Fang Moye’s cheeks flushed. She shot him a chiding look, but instinctively pressed her legs together.
How excessive!
…
At night.
Jiang Huai used Fang Moye’s words from earlier as an excuse, making a guilty Ning Yuzhu obediently present her buttocks. They completed this little punishment game. Ning Yuzhu, bullied until her eyes were teary, curled up in his arms after it was over, biting his chest a few times to vent her frustration.
After a bout of playfulness, Ning Yuzhu looked up. “Why did you reject Senior Sister? The reasons and excuses were all reasonable, and Sister even humbled herself. Your excuses were perfectly logical. Why did you refuse?”
“This…” Jiang Huai felt a bit guilty at this moment.
“I just feel like if Ningning knew I bullied her Master like this, she’d want to punish me severely.”
“Hmph, you’re afraid of that?”
“Of course, I’m afraid.”
Jiang Huai’s fear of his wife wasn’t a recent development. He was fine with others, but in front of Chu Xianning, Jiang Huai was as naive as a child. He had long been molded into the shape she desired by his Master, and it was too late to reverse.
“I don’t believe you. You’ve done so many bad things, a few more wouldn’t make a difference. There must be another reason.”
Jiang Huai scratched his head and thought carefully again. “Mainly, those missions for the Divine Emperor Pearl Shards were too excessive… so excessive that I feel after completing them one by one, my possessiveness towards Ancestral Master would reach an unprecedented height.”
“Hmph, then you should have just won over Senior Sister.”
“Ancestral Master doesn’t seem like someone I can win over…”
Chu Xianning’s lineage had a natural restraint over him. Those cold eyes always made Jiang Huai instinctively stand at attention.
“Eh, but you already slept with Senior Sister on the bed and convinced her.”
…
Although it was a flawed argument, it wasn’t entirely without reason. Jiang Huai lowered his head and pecked Ning Yuzhu’s forehead. Then he embraced her fragrant and soft body, trying to evade the topic. “Let’s sleep!”
…
The next day.
In the courtyard, the bored trio started playing cards.
With Jiang Zhi absent, they couldn’t play Gùandàn anymore, so they resorted to a more casual card game. The three of them gathered around the table. Ning Yuzhu was still sitting opposite Jiang Huai. Naturally, she rested her white and tender little feet on his leg again. They were soft and smooth. Occasionally, Jiang Huai reached out to touch them. After a short while, he suddenly noticed another pair of delicate, tender feet on his lap.
He looked up at Fang Moye, but she didn’t offer any explanation. Her face held only a faint, languid indifference, as if resting her white and tender little feet on Jiang Huai’s lap was a matter of course.
“Senior Sister… what are you doing?” Ning Yuzhu puffed out her cheeks first.
“Resting them.”
“Then where should I put mine?”
“Squeeze in.” Fang Moye’s white and tender little feet nestled beside Ning Yuzhu’s. At this moment, Jiang Huai was subjected to the temptation of two pairs of delicate jade feet placed before him. He angrily put down his cards and pinched one white and tender little foot from each of them. However, both women kept their feet there as if sulking.
Ning Yuzhu, suppressing her dissatisfaction, propped her chin on her hand and smiled at Jiang Huai. “Are Senior Sister’s feet prettier, or is Senior Disciple Sister’s prettier?”
“Of course, Senior Sister’s are prettier,” Jiang Huai said, playing along. But for a moment, he found it amusing. They looked like children arguing and forming alliances, somewhat childish.
“Is that so?” Fang Moye slightly raised her eyes. “But you’ve never lasted an incense stick’s time under my feet.”
She seemed to be referring to the time when she and Ning Yuzhu had jointly rewarded Jiang Huai last time. The time she used to reward Little Huai and satisfy him was shorter than Ning Yuzhu’s. Ning Yuzhu widened her eyes slightly and turned to Fang Moye. “It’s because Senior Sister rewarded me first. Is this something to be proud of?”
“The body is more honest than the mouth,” Fang Moye replied calmly.
Ning Yuzhu slapped the table. “Senior Sister, are you looking for a competition?”
“So what?” Fang Moye glanced at Ning Yuzhu, her eyes cold.
“Let’s compete again! If Senior Sister loses, hmph…” Ning Yuzhu’s eyes darted. She glanced at Jiang Huai first, but then realized Jiang Huai seemed intent on distancing himself from Fang Moye. A cunning smile curled her lips. “Then Senior Sister, you should try harder and secrete some delicious liquid for me to taste, how about that?”
What a lewd scene! Jiang Huai trembled all over.
He wasn’t a yuri fan, nor did he understand it, but watching two women he had both bullied making a bet in this way seemed very interesting.
“What if you lose?” Fang Moye asked calmly.
“Hmph? Then I will…”
“Stop!” Fortunately, Jiang Huai pulled back from the brink. He slammed the table. “Can’t you two at least ask for my opinion?”
Both women crossed their arms, their eyes looking at Jiang Huai almost simultaneously, a pressure emanating from them. They retorted, “Do you have an opinion?”
“Of course, I do!” Jiang Huai replied indignantly. “I haven’t even agreed, and you two want to use me as a plaything.”
“Objection invalid.” Ning Yuzhu puffed out her cheeks. “I must win, Senior Sister. Hmph, you sit there obediently. I’ll reward you tonight… you can bully me however you want.”
Jiang Huai’s heart wavered slightly. Fang Moye, however, stood with her arms crossed, her eyes still cold. “You’ll lose anyway. This time, it will also be to feed you. You must accept it all.”
Ning Yuzhu’s eyes widened slightly. “Senior Sister, you weren’t like this before.”
“Is that so?” Fang Moye replied calmly. “That means you don’t know me well enough.”
“Wait.” Jiang Huai patted the table again, signaling them to look at him. He reiterated, “I don’t agree.”
Ning Yuzhu tilted her head and blinked at him. “Then Senior Sister wears her white silk stockings, applies flower dew, and you hold Senior Sister’s ankle… you do it yourself?”
Little Huai’s resolve began to waver again.
Fang Moye, however, did not speak. She stood up and returned to her room. When she reappeared, she had changed into a black evening gown. The black silk stockings beneath the dress were sheer and smooth, tightly encasing her slender legs.
…
And so, both Senior Sisters sat before Jiang Huai with their arms crossed, allowing him to hold their ankles and savor them.
Ning Yuzhu’s white and tender little feet were more delicate and smooth, like warm, soft, and fine mutton-fat jade. Fang Moye’s white and tender little feet were more slender and bony, possessing a strange sacredness. Yet, when used for such a purpose, it became even more sultry.
As it turned out, Ning Yuzhu lost in the end.
Ning Yuzhu crossed her arms, her eyes gazing at Jiang Huai. A sense of shy annoyance filled her cheeks. She was both shy and angry, looking on the verge of tears from grievance. Her white and tender little foot kicked Jiang Huai’s waist. “Did… did you do it on purpose?”
“No…” Jiang Huai looked at her innocently, blinking.
“Then… you take my punishment.” Ning Yuzhu turned her face away, muttering softly, “I’m embarrassed.”
“So I’m not embarrassed?” Jiang Huai widened his eyes.
“You’ve served Senior Sister before…” Ning Yuzhu’s eyelashes trembled slightly. “You’re the best… I’ll kiss you tonight as a reward.”
Fang Moye’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She didn’t refute, merely looking at Jiang Huai with a hint of disdain. It was a ghost of a look; Jiang Huai could tell if Ning Yuzhu was genuinely disgusted or just teasing, but he couldn’t decipher Fang Moye’s expression, which made him feel even more embarrassed. Yet, Fang Moye simply beckoned with her finger, leaned closer, and grabbed his collar. Then, she naturally sat on the table and said calmly, “So, will you take the punishment, or will she?”
“I’ll do it…” Jiang Huai replied softly.
…
“Senior Sister!” Ning Yuzhu chided, looking at her. “Where are your underwear?”
“I don’t feel like wearing them. I haven’t worn any these past few days,” Fang Moye replied calmly.
As Fang Moye spoke, she picked up a pair of black high heels. She lowered her head slightly, looking at the marks on her stockings. She didn’t remove them, but put on the shoes as they were. Then, she lazily leaned back on the bamboo chair and continued playing cards.
The thought that she wasn’t wearing underwear beneath her dress, and that her white and tender little feet in the high heels were currently treading on something sticky, made Jiang Huai’s mind repeatedly race with the desire to forcefully push her onto the table and lift her skirt. He suppressed these desires again and again. His lust burned endlessly. Ning Yuzhu soon noticed this. She suddenly curved her lips, approached Jiang Huai, reached out her hand, and said softly, “Let’s go, back to the room.”
It was broad daylight, but Ning Yuzhu’s eyes were gentle and obedient. She winked playfully at him. “If you don’t want to go back to the room, then… how about it in the courtyard? For Senior Sister, this shameless slut, perhaps seeing but not being able to eat is the best punishment.”
Jiang Huai’s eyes twitched slightly. “Aren’t your words a bit too explosive…”
“Hmph, if Senior Sister herself doesn’t care, why are you feeling sorry for her?” Ning Yuzhu leaned closer, straddled Jiang Huai in one swift motion, and, as if claiming ownership, wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him.
