Ning Yuzhu, having just removed her soiled white silk stockings, stood with her tender, delicate feet touching the ground, her ankles taut, straddling Jiang Huai. Her voice trembled slightly as she asked, “Quickly tell me, do you prefer cultivating with me or with Senior Disciple Sister?”
“Of course, with Senior Disciple Sister,” he replied.
Satisfied, Ning Yuzhu slowly loosened her grip on Little Huai. She kissed his cheek with her delicate pink, slightly moist lips and said fondly, “Such a good boy.”
Fang Moye sat quietly, maintaining her aloof and cold demeanor, even as a flood surged beneath her dress.
…
Gradually, Jiang Huai witnessed a more scheming side of Ning Yuzhu. Perhaps it was the annoyance sparked by Fang Moye earlier, but she increasingly enjoyed engaging in intimate acts with Jiang Huai right in front of her. She would kiss him, want to caress his little feet, and rub his chest. Even during meals, her tender white little feet would rest on his lap. Fang Moye would watch silently, making no move to avoid them, her expression unreadable. No one knew what she was truly contemplating.
Jiang Huai often felt helpless but reasoned that it wasn’t a serious matter and allowed Ning Yuzhu to have her way.
Then, one early morning, he suddenly woke up feeling enveloped in a moist warmth. He groggily opened his eyes, thinking Ning Yuzhu was trying to wake him up in such a manner. However, upon waking, he found a woman with a saintly, cold face sitting on him, wearing a short one-piece dress.
“You…”
“Making too much noise will wake her up, and then she’ll become even more of a troublemaker with you out of jealousy,” Fang Moye said, her eyes cold yet playful as she looked at him. Her waist was still slightly suspended, not daring to sit down completely. Having been lonely for so long, her body already felt weak just like this. Jiang Huai slowly regained consciousness, but not entirely.
“Oh? If you really woke her up, she’d probably mock you mercilessly seeing you like this, wouldn’t she? Ancestral Master.” Jiang Huai suddenly grabbed her slender waist and then pressed down forcefully. In an instant, Fang Moye covered her mouth with her hands, and tears began to stream from her eyes.
It was too sudden, she wasn’t ready… it stung so much…
Her toes curled tightly, and her calves cramped.
…
However, Ning Yuzhu was not awakened.
When Fang Moye finally got off Jiang Huai, her calves were still trembling uncontrollably. She tightly clasped her legs together and carefully got out of bed. Before Jiang Huai could speak, she had already walked out of the room.
When Ning Yuzhu groggily woke up, Jiang Huai hesitated for a long time before deciding not to tell her. It seemed unnecessary to mention it. What was it? He had been “slept” by Fang Moye. He felt it would be too embarrassing to say.
When they arrived at the courtyard again, Fang Moye was already sitting alone, sipping tea with a dignified and cold expression, as if entirely free of guilt, as if nothing had happened. She had even prepared the tea. After Ning Yuzhu and Jiang Huai sat down, she silently pushed a tea bowl towards them. But Ning Yuzhu suddenly sensed something was amiss. She looked at Jiang Huai’s tea cup and then at hers. Why were the colors different? She leaned closer to Jiang Huai’s cup and sniffed it lightly. It seemed to have a hint of milky fragrance.
Ning Yuzhu tilted her head, and the next moment, she looked at Fang Moye with disgust. “Senior Disciple Sister, you’re more wanton than I imagined. Disgraceful, shameless!”
“Is that so?” Fang Moye asked calmly, not at all offended.
“Hehe, then Senior Disciple Sister can’t be biased. Let me have a taste of something fresh.” The next moment, Ning Yuzhu lunged towards Fang Moye, starting to tear at her clothes. Fang Moye quickly began to playfully tussle with her. Ning Yuzhu sat on top of her, but her wrists were held tightly, preventing her from succeeding. At this, Ning Yuzhu began to act spoiled. “Senior Disciple Sister is such a stingy ghost!”
Fang Moye turned her face away. “Just taste his cup.”
“I won’t. I want to drink the freshest.”
“No.”
“He can do it, but I can’t? Hmph! Senior Disciple Sister, you abandon friendship for lust!” Ning Yuzhu grabbed Fang Moye’s face and began to pull it. Fang Moye maintained her cold demeanor, but her cheeks flushed slightly. She refused to yield.
It was at this moment that Jiang Huai suddenly realized that although Ning Yuzhu’s dialogue was shocking, she knew very well that Fang Moye wouldn’t get angry. Their relationship was far better than Jiang Huai had imagined. Even though they seemed to argue daily, it was all just frolic and tussle, with no impact on their feelings.
Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to tell Ning Yuzhu about this morning.
But before he could speak, Ning Yuzhu tugged at his sleeve and said, “Quick, go give Senior Disciple Sister a kiss now, and then feed it to me.”
“You two are truly wanton and shameless, aren’t you?” Jiang Huai’s eyes were deep. He felt that Little Huai, in front of these two thousand-year-old women, was like a mere trifle.
…
The courtyard became chaotic for the next few days. Perhaps because Ning Yuzhu and Fang Moye were no longer as dignified as before, they began to engage in various embarrassing challenges, often involving Jiang Huai. Sometimes, when Jiang Huai was angry, he would pin both of them onto a chair and give them an equal spanking, then take Ning Yuzhu back to his room for more severe punishment. Of course, he wouldn’t punish Fang Moye that way. And after she had “slept” him that one morning while he was asleep, she hadn’t come again.
Finally, Jiang Huai reached the day Jiang Zhi emerged from seclusion. He thought that with Jiang Zhi around, these two women might restrain themselves a bit. To his surprise, after hearing Ning Yuzhu recount the recent amusements, Jiang Zhi’s playful spirit was ignited. She extended her tender white feet towards Jiang Huai and tilted her head. “You must have me [censored] within the time it takes one incense stick to burn.”
“Damn it…”
If he couldn’t handle Ning Yuzhu or Fang Moye, Jiang Huai refused to believe he couldn’t handle Jiang Zhi. Angrily, he tied Jiang Zhi’s ankles with a rope and tickled her fiercely with a feather for the duration of an incense stick. She was almost on the verge of tears before he finally untied her. He grabbed her ankles and took the opportunity to bully her. Ha! Suffer the punishment!
…
Jiang Zhi’s emergence from seclusion made Ning Yuzhu exceptionally happy. She no longer had to be bullied alone. While doing bad things was comfortable, doing too many could be detrimental. Now that Jiang Zhi was out, Jiang Huai often slept at Jiang Zhi’s place at night. Occasionally, when Ning Yuzhu couldn’t bear the loneliness, she would quietly go to Jiang Zhi’s room and knock on the door.
Jiang Zhi didn’t mind at all. In fact, when Jiang Huai bullied Ning Yuzhu, she would playfully extend her fingertips to join in. Ning Yuzhu, being tormented like this, wouldn’t let her off easily. Of course, this was Jiang Zhi’s intention. Heh, Little vixen Jiang Zhi had been doing this for quite some time.
…
Another half a month passed unconsciously.
Early in the morning, Jiang Huai opened his room door. Fang Moye was sitting calmly in the courtyard. To Jiang Huai’s surprise, Fang Moye was also wearing a knee-length maid dress. Her black silk stockings encased her slender calves. The moment she saw Jiang Huai, her gaze fell upon his face. Her eyes were no longer as cold but were filled with an aggressive intensity, as if she intended to devour him whole.
These past few days, Fang Moye had been playing tricks on Jiang Huai with Ning Yuzhu and Jiang Zhi, using their tender white feet and their tongues. Jiang Huai would often get furious and drag Jiang Zhi and Ning Yuzhu away for “loving education,” but he never touched Fang Moye. He would always see Fang Moye’s resentful gaze. Yet, deep down, he felt a strange sense of secret pleasure. Perhaps this was part of the “placement play.”
Until today, seeing her dressed like this, looking at him with a faint coldness, a hint of disdain, and a touch of playfulness, Jiang Huai’s wicked thoughts surged to an extreme. He walked over to Fang Moye and suddenly reached out, gently grabbing her black silk-clad feet, holding them in his palm and playfully fiddling with them. Fang Moye was not annoyed at all. She simply crossed her arms and watched him lazily with her cold eyes.
After playing with them for a while, Jiang Huai released her hand and said calmly, “I thought you were going to hold them and lick them for a while.” This was because Fang Moye herself knew that her biggest weakness was probably having the soles of her feet licked. Every time Jiang Huai did that before, her whole body would convulse and tremble uncontrollably. Jiang Huai looked into her eyes, gazing at her resentfully. “Did you and Ning Yuzhu plan this long ago?”
“We never discussed such a thing,” Fang Moye replied, of course knowing what he was referring to. Although Jiang Huai had rejected Fang Moye’s incredibly alluring proposal last time, the playful interactions in the courtyard these days had continuously fueled Jiang Huai’s desire for Fang Moye. However, he knew he was the one who had refused, so he couldn’t take the initiative to ask Fang Moye anymore. Fang Moye seized this psychological advantage. After “forcing” him that day, she hadn’t returned.
Because of this, Jiang Huai harbored a strange sense of expectation, wondering if he would wake up one day to find Fang Moye straddling him, gyrating her hips. This anticipation drove him to the brink of madness. Several times, he wanted to forcefully pin Fang Moye beneath him and thrust into her full-moon buttocks, but he had always held back.
However, desire does not disappear with restraint; it merely hides, until the day it erupts completely.
“Tonight, I will thoroughly bully Ancestral Master,” Jiang Huai suddenly declared.
Fang Moye crossed her legs beneath her dress, her tender lips curving slightly. She tilted her head. “Finally bowing down to me?”
“It has nothing to do with bowing down. I was already shameless. But the desire in my heart to bully you until you cry and beg for mercy is burning me alive.”
“Just you?” Fang Moye’s eyes grew more disdainful. Ning Yuzhu’s favorite expression to tease him was contempt, and Fang Moye’s was disdain. Her perpetually cold and aloof posture made Jiang Huai increasingly want to see her in a moment of downfall.
“I’ve prepared quite a few ways to play,” Jiang Huai said, shaking a string of small beads specifically made for Fang Moye. “Haven’t Ancestral Master been looking forward to this for a long time?”
Fang Moye gazed into his eyes. A trace of mischievous panic flickered within them, but it quickly turned into a scornful smile, tinged with self-mockery. “After meeting you, I seem to be becoming increasingly shameless. Do you think it’s my nature, or… because you’ve gradually led me to this point?”
“I originally thought I should be the one initiating, but I’ve gradually come to realize that I lost all my initiative in front of you long ago.”
“You seem hesitant, resistant, and oppressed by me, yet the reality is that I am now actively seeking you, with all the choices in your hands, Jiang Huai… When did I fall into this trap?” Fang Moye knew she had fallen into Jiang Huai’s trap, but she was not ashamed. Instead, she admitted it frankly, appearing to be enjoying it.
Jiang Huai offered no defense, simply blinking innocently at her. Little Huai knows nothing. It’s not Little Huai’s fault.
