After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 24.3

She finally suppressed the urge to touch the little fish’s head and curled her fingers.

She still didn’t know what ‘liking’ was.

She had cultivated the Path of Heartlessness since childhood, making it difficult to generate extraneous emotional fluctuations.

However, when the surrounding area was filled with the searing pain of being burned by flames, her first thought was surprisingly not for herself.

She only remembered the crimson little fish in the dry tank, its round eyes moist and crying out in a wronged, tender voice.

…Even if it’s a demon, it must hurt badly.

Chu Zhao slept soundly in the embrace with the clear, cool scent.

When she woke up, she still wanted to wriggle around a bit, feeling incomplete, but then thunk, she bumped into the familiar jade porcelain tank wall.

The memory of being roasted immediately returned. She was suffocated with anger and anxiously wanted to jump out of the prison.

But her gaze shifted, and she saw her favorite mealworms tossed in beside her.

Freshly fried, crispy, and exuding a savory scent.

Awoo a bite, Chu Zhao swallowed contentedly, thinking it was one of the immortal cultivator children who knew her preferences well. So she wagged her tail and called, “More, more!”

A slender finger picked up the bait and delivered it directly to her mouth.

Chu Zhao ate too hastily and nearly bit the other person’s finger. She guiltily covered the woman’s fingertip with her mouth and gently pecked a few times.

Ripples spread through the water. She curiously looked up, following the arm of the person feeding her.

Si Jing was holding the porcelain bowl artifact that had previously restrained her, but instead, she took shrimp bait from it and scattered it.

Chu Zhao snorted.

Greedily, she ate a lot more before hurriedly swimming away, pretending not to like it. “Don’t think you can curry favor with me like this!”

The woman touched her lips, seemingly talking to herself, “…Are you full?”

With that, she placed the porcelain bowl next to her without giving it another glance.

Across the tank wall, Chu Zhao stared aggrievedly at the still-half-full bowl of mealworms, nudging it with her head.

So far yet so close. She regretted not eating more just now.

The light outside the paper window was dim, nearing dusk.

She seemed to have slept for a long time. She remembered that this was the sleeping time for the immortal cultivator children on Emerald Peak.

Everyone was going to bed, and no one would feed her, no one would talk to her, or grant her wishes.

“I don’t want you to feed me.” Chu Zhao splashed water and said something against her will. “Call Yuan Ling! Or, the stupid Susu will do.”

Si Jing’s gaze was clear, falling on the water tank, and she spoke, “No. They are tired from today’s cultivation and have already fallen asleep.”

“Didn’t the place where classes are held burn down?” Chu Zhao asked in confusion, clinging to the tank wall. “You’re lying to the fish!”

“It can be moved to the front square of the hall,” the woman responded.

She dipped her wrist in ink and wrote elegant small characters after the disciples’ names.

The candlelight flickered gently, and the woman’s eyelashes, like fans, veiled the faint light reflected in her eyes.

Chu Zhao widened her eyes, trying hard to make out the characters through the water, racking her brain for the human language her former wives had taught her.

“Yuan Ling, Shen Susu. Unauthorized departure from the sect, absence from evening practice…” she muttered. “Fifty sword strokes, and confiscation of concealed miscellaneous items.”

“What miscellaneous items, give them to Ah-Chu!” Chu Zhao was elated, constantly jumping out of the small porcelain tank. “Ah-Chu wants to see!”

Water splashed. Si Jing silently dried the name list that had gotten wet and pushed it farther away.

The light in the sleeping quarters was a bit dim. The little fish was lively, its surrounding crimson scales shimmering and radiant.

She pressed down on the head of the crimson little fish clinging to the edge and seemed slightly puzzled.

Those miscellaneous items… were all things she didn’t understand. She thought the little fish preferred bait.

After a moment of silence, she touched her lips and summoned a storage bag, taking out a few bamboo slip storybooks.

In passing, she even drew out a piece of blood jade.

It was shaped like a small fish, carved vividly, with a warm glow flowing in the grooves, and adorned with an exquisitely woven red tassel.

Chu Zhao leaped out, shielding the items behind her, her voice spoiled. “They’re all mine.”

“No matter,” Si Jing replied.

She blew out the candlelight on the table.

In the light cast through the window, she could see the little fish was very excited, its scales flickering and flashing, more eye-catching than the fish jade pendant.

Chu Zhao was immersed in the novelties, nudging the storybooks with her head and then pecking at the jade pendant.

She didn’t notice that Si Jing had already returned to the couch and closed her eyes to sleep.

The original form was truly inconvenient. She suddenly transformed into human form, took out a beautiful outfit, and hastily put it on.

She first tied the blood jade pendant to her waist, cautiously turning around to admire it. Then, she untied the bound storybooks and held them up to read.

The small characters were densely packed. Chu Zhao couldn’t see them clearly or fully understand them. She only vaguely read words like “hug,” “unleash,” and “kiss.”

She shook her head in frustration, then flipped a little further, and the storybook actually had an illustration.

Two naked women were embracing, their expressions hazy, and their movements were unusual, causing Chu Zhao to widen her eyes and peer at it for a long time.

The subsequent text included words like “heart’s desire” and “satiated.”

Could this be the way to make a closed-off human like her?

Suspicion flashed in Chu Zhao’s eyes. She rolled up the storybook.

Cupping her chin, she thought for a long time, then quietly pulled her collar open a bit, imitating the person in the drawing.

White skin was exposed in the gloom. She was a little cold. She turned her head and saw the soft, thick quilt on the couch.

Si Jing was lying on the couch, her features clear and beautiful, her nose like jade, and her dark hair scattered on the pillow.

Chu Zhao couldn’t resist the temptation, she burrowed into the quilt, and a cool, clean scent immediately filled her senses.

It’s easy to put on clothes, but hard to take them off. She crumpled the beautiful crimson clothes she was wearing into a tangled mess and couldn’t struggle free anymore.

A little frustrated, she turned and looked at Si Jing, embracing her waist.

The clothing ties were neatly fastened. With a quiet pull, they came undone.

Reaching further up, she felt a firm, slender lower abdomen, and then… a soft mound.

It was like red plums on snow silk, or sunset behind layers of clouds.

Chu Zhao put her head closer. She wanted to figure out why the woman’s was so much bigger than hers.

But before she could touch it, her wrist was suddenly seized.

She was pressed into the bedding by the other person, feeling a bit guilty. “I… I didn’t mean to do anything! Let go of me quickly.”

Si Jing didn’t respond.

Suddenly, the hand that was being restrained seemed to be pressed against a lip.

A slightly cool moistness passed over her wrist, and the other person paused for a moment when sensing her beating pulse.

Chu Zhao let out a sound and bit her lip.

The woman licked her wrist with her tongue, which was cool and ticklish.

Such behavior is a sign of goodwill among fish demons. Her heart was delighted. She climbed out of the quilt and lay on Si Jing’s chest, asking tenderly, “Have you fallen for me too?”

She hadn’t expected the storybook to have such an effect! She definitely had to memorize the convoluted, obscure content later.

Seeing Si Jing still not acknowledging her, Chu Zhao hummed, ignoring the painful grip on her wrist. She moved close to the woman’s light pink, thin lips.

Cheep cheep she pecked twice.

“…Zhi Zhi, kiss me.” She was always bold, but now she couldn’t help but blush, and her voice was much softer.

After this, they could dual cultivate and have little fish.

Chu Zhao used one hand to try and untie Si Jing’s collar, but she didn’t understand the structure of the inner garments and couldn’t pull it open haphazardly. Instead, the view in front of her became even more suggestive.

Half-covered and half-exposed, it was extremely captivating.

She stared blankly, her face a little red, so she pressed her face against the woman’s neck, which was cooler than others, to cool down.

She didn’t notice that in the darkness, Si Jing had opened her eyes.

A sharp pain suddenly came from her neck.

Chu Zhao cried out and smelled a strong scent of blood.

Looking sideways, the woman’s eyes had lost their clarity, tinged with a crimson that reflected her figure. Her breathing was disordered, and her lips, which were paler than others, were now stained with an enchanting color.

Chu Zhao was in intense pain. She pushed Si Jing away, but her waist was grasped.

The cold and steady person, now with disheveled clothes, extended her tongue and licked clean the droplets of liquid oozing from Chu Zhao’s side neck, bit by bit.

Then, her blood-stained lips pressed against hers. Her lips and tongue swept past, causing a continuous ripple.

Yet, it was like a thirsty person looking at plums, merely a shallow sip, without biting again.

Chu Zhao was kissed until she felt hot all over. Her eyes were hazy as she met Si Jing’s eyes, which were moist with desire.

The other person was constantly looking at her.

Her peach-blossom eyes contained crushed crimson, her emotions churned with an unclear, thick shadow that could barely let in any moonlight.

“Bad beauty.” Chu Zhao gasped for breath, pushing the woman away, and cried out in a wronged voice, “Are you a dog demon!”

The stupid beauty seemed to have gone delirious and wanted to bite her and drink her blood again.

Si Jing slightly tilted her head, seemingly assessing her expression.

Her voice was laced with a moist, soft mist. “…Thirsty.”

Chu Zhao knelt on the woman’s body, breathing rapidly. She cupped the other person’s pale face, both ashamed and annoyed. “Don’t bite me. I’ll go get you some water from the tank.”

Although being held and kissed in the other person’s arms was comfortable just now, she was a great demon, how could she be bullied by a mere immortal cultivator!

Unfortunately, before Chu Zhao could escape the bed, her waist was grabbed again, and she was pulled back into the bedding.

“You said… you wanted me to kiss you.” Si Jing’s eyes were sparkling with water, and her voice, like melting snow, carried a faint breathy sound.

“…Why do you want to leave?”

This was the first time Chu Zhao heard the woman speak to her in such a tone. Her tail inwardly wagged.

The beauty suddenly became so compliant. Could it be that having a nightmare makes her completely obey her?

Wouldn’t that mean the other person would agree to anything she said?

“I won’t leave.” Chu Zhao was breathless from the kissing, her body was also soft and weak. With a wrinkled face, she softly requested.

“I can’t breathe… help me take off my clothes.”

Si Jing’s gaze fixed on the large area of skin Chu Zhao exposed.

Her fingers were nimble, easily undoing the knot that Chu Zhao had been unable to untangle for a long time.

Unknowingly looking down, below the collarbone was a faint red cinnabar mole.

It was like a cluster of delicate buds blooming on her chest.

Chu Zhao was rare in being stared at until she felt shy.

She bit her lip, cupped the woman’s face, and feigned familiarity. “Don’t look there, you have to keep looking at me!”

Si Jing immediately looked at her, her gaze direct and undisguised.

“Then, let’s dual… dual cultivate.” Chu Zhao felt the last two words were hot on her tongue, but she was still looking forward to it and asked softly.

“…Do you know how?”

In the past in her cave dwelling, her wives never taught her the method of dual cultivation, not even the experienced Shan Hu was willing.

But she was over a hundred years old. If word got out that the dignified owner of the Great Water Pit didn’t understand dual cultivation, how embarrassing would that be.

Si Jing leaned over her. Her beautiful appearance was obscured by her long hair, and her extremely pretty peach-blossom eyes were soaked in a crimson different from the usual, yet she remained silent.

Chu Zhao was extremely disappointed. “Aren’t you the Senior Sister of Fish Donkey Peak? You don’t even know the method of dual cultivation, so stupid.”

She wanted to escape again, to retrieve the obscure storybook from the table.

Following the pictures was always better than the boundless and clueless dual cultivation.

But the person in front of her suddenly pinned her onto the couch. Her body was slender, yet she pressed Chu Zhao down so that she couldn’t move.

Perhaps after drinking the blood, Si Jing’s breath was no longer as cool as usual. It fanned her neck like a feather, warm and lingering.

The wound that was bitten just now began to itch.

“…I do,” she said, her voice slightly hoarse.

“But you… why do you think of others?” She tightened her arms around Chu Zhao’s waist and murmured.

“Haidai, Pang Xie, who are they? And Shan Hu… who is that?”

Chu Zhao widened her eyes, frantically covering her chest.

How could the stupid beauty read her mind again! Was it because she drank her blood?

Her mind was momentarily in turmoil, but before she could argue, Si Jing had pecked a kiss onto her neck.

She let out a sound, her body went halfway soft, and a hot current surged through her.

The woman lingered at the cinnabar mole on her front chest, pausing to look for a long time. Suddenly, she lowered her head. She held it with her lips, her moist tongue twisting and grinding, then gently nipping it with her teeth.

She seemed to like it very much.

“No, no!” Chu Zhao’s body trembled, and she struggled in resistance. “Didn’t you say you don’t like to eat fish!”

On the surface, she agreed to dual cultivate… but in reality, she wanted to use unclear means to trick and eat her.

Chu Zhao was distressed and wronged, kissed until she was weak and faint, her legs kicking helplessly.

Her pale legs lost all strength. A red light flashed, turning into a fish tail, like crimson silk. It softly and bonelessly flicked at Si Jing’s waist, disappearing into the tangled bedding.

“…Stop, stop,” she whimpered, biting the woman’s forearm, but couldn’t even leave a tooth mark.

“You can eat the fish, but don’t, don’t touch…”

The tip of her tail trembled ceaselessly, wetly entwining Si Jing’s ankle.

She couldn’t understand how the woman’s cold hands, which were used for holding a sword and drawing talismans, could be so difficult to deal with, hooking and provoking her until she shivered and trembled, making her more overwhelmed than Shan Hu’s tentacles.

Si Jing suddenly stopped moving.

The person trapped in the nightmare was very obedient to her, carrying out whatever she said.

Chu Zhao got her wish, but suddenly felt a sour, hot emptiness in her abdomen, as if she was lifted onto a soft cloud, neither up nor down, a difficult void.

She was extremely uncomfortable. She turned around, wrapped her tail around Si Jing, rubbed her lips against her, and pleaded, “Continue, continue! I… I agree to let you eat me.”

Si Jing’s long eyelashes were lowered, her appearance quiet and aloof, and she didn’t respond.

The bloodstain that had remained on the corner of her lips was gone, perhaps licked clean or permeated into her body. Now her pale, thin lips had a faint bloody color, looking alive and exceptionally beautiful.

But she had already escaped the nightmare and was soundly asleep.

Chu Zhao was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty.

She was so angry that she bit the woman’s soft lips hard, whimpering softly and curling up her body.

She pressed her most vulnerable waist and abdomen against the woman’s fingertips, trying hard to swing her body and try to fall from the cloud herself.

But she was completely clueless. It wasn’t as tingling as when the other person initiated the teasing, and the trembling sensation was hard to transmit to the tip of her tail.

Ripple-like turbulent light reflected in the room, illuminating the fish-shaped jade pendant that had rolled onto the floor, which occasionally lit up, its grooves flowing with an enchanting color.

After an unknown amount of time, the long night faded.

The spiritual bell on the peak of Emerald Peak rang spontaneously, startling the tired birds.

With the buzzing of the bell, the moist crimson fish tail on the bed suddenly tensed up.

Chu Zhao’s round eyes were dazed. She whimpered and bit the sleeping woman’s collar.

The soft tail wrapped around the other person’s waist slowly slipped down due to exhaustion.

Is this dual cultivation?

Letting go of the hand that had been abused and stained with clear sticky fluid, she looked at it with incomprehension, not knowing what had flowed out.

The bedding was damp and sticky. Chu Zhao, uncharacteristically shy, clutched the corner of the quilt and quietly looked at Si Jing.

Suddenly, her eyes brightened, as if she had thought of something.

Enduring the soreness in her waist, she pressed the side of her face against Si Jing’s lower abdomen, holding her breath and eagerly listening.

After dual cultivation, did the beauty… get pregnant with her little fish?

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