After Marrying the Villain with Seven Personalities [Transmigration into a Book]) - Chapter 67

After cleaning up, Xu Linqiu placed her back on the bed and headed into the bathroom. She quietly dried her hair with a hairdryer, but when she emerged wrapped in a towel, she was surprised to see Yi Chenqing sitting obediently at the edge of the bed.

She was wearing the student uniform Xu Linqiu had prepared, sitting upright and proper. Seeing Xu Linqiu come out, she gave her a timid glance before lowering her head, her voice tiny: “Teacher, I didn’t mean to skip my summer homework. I’ll make it up right away; I’ll even write a self-reflection letter.”

She had even placed a notebook and a pen beside her—fully committed to the role.

Xu Linqiu wasn’t sure which personality this was, but she was clearly amused by her acting. She cooperated by picking up a professional suit and slowly putting it on in front of her.

“Oh? And where exactly do you think you went wrong that required you to come to your teacher’s house for extra lessons?”

As she spoke, she looked up and found the woman staring at her intently. Their eyes met, and the woman quickly looked down again, murmuring: “It was too noisy at home to focus. It’s different here. Has the teacher’s wife… gone out?”

“She’s asleep,” Xu Linqiu smirked. She left the top two buttons of her blouse undone, revealing her delicate collarbones. Tucking the shirt into her wine-red pencil skirt, she brushed her wavy hair behind her ear, exuding an air of elegant yet faint temptation.

“Since there’s no one else here… Teacher, I’ve prepared an apology gift for you…”

The “student” pulled a long object from behind her back, stood up to thrust it into Xu Linqiu’s hand, and quickly sat back down, looking a bit flustered. “I heard the teacher’s waist hasn’t been great lately. This is for massage… it has double heads, very convenient.”

Xu Linqiu gripped the object in her hand and gave a light laugh. “You know the consequences of a teacher being caught taking gifts, right? Are you trying to get me fired?”

“No, no! It’s just the two of us here. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

Yi Chenhuang looked up, appearing startled as her eyes welled with tears. She held out both hands, palms up: “Then… Teacher, please punish me.”

The moment she received the gift, Xu Linqiu guessed it was Xiao Huang. Feeling somewhat helpless, she picked up the ruler she had prepared and tapped it lightly against the woman’s palms.

The woman trembled as if in pain, looking aggrieved: “It hurts… Teacher, please be gentler…”

“Gentler?” Xu Linqiu stepped closer, letting the cold ruler slide against the woman’s leg, her tone becoming stern. “Who taught you to dress like this? This doesn’t look like a proper school uniform. Where is your sense of decorum?”

The black-and-white school skirt was almost as short as a swim skirt, paired with a square-collared short-sleeved top that exposed a sliver of her waist and her dainty navel.

Xu Linqiu tapped the ruler lightly against her waist, making her flinch. She looked up, biting her lip with tear-filled eyes: “Teacher, I won’t dare do it again. I’ll go do my homework and write the reflection right now.”

She claimed to be doing homework, but she crawled onto the bed slowly with her notebook and pen, as if terrified of further punishment. Her white silk stockings made her legs look perfectly straight as she knelt and leaned over the headboard, seemingly starting her work seriously. However, she would steal shy, timid glances at Xu Linqiu from time to time.

Xu Linqiu stepped onto the bed, pulling a quilt over her back to cover the view. Looking down, she saw that the girl had only written the words “Self-Reflection” and had even misspelled one character.

She tapped the ruler lightly on her head and sighed, “You wrote it wrong.”

“Then… Teacher, why don’t you teach me?” Yi Chenhuang turned and looked at her expectantly.

“Look at you, what have you even learned all these years?” Xu Linqiu scolded her, but her body was more honest than her words. She crawled under the quilt, pulling the woman into her embrace. Setting the ruler aside, she held the woman’s hand in hers, teaching her stroke by stroke.

However, the black ink on the paper turned out a bit crooked. As they moved through the characters, Xu Linqiu began to sweat slightly. Yi Chenhuang tilted her head, her eyes misty, biting her soft lip as she whispered: “Teacher… it hurts a little…”

“How can you practice good calligraphy if you don’t hold the pen firmly? If you’re this afraid of pain, you might as well drop out and stop coming to see me.”

“No! Teacher, I’ll practice! I’ll practice hard! Please don’t make me drop out…” Hearing the word ‘dropout,’ her voice trembled with fear. Her face was flushed as she braced herself with her knees, staring at the notebook until the words began to blur.

Until Xu Linqiu leaned in and kissed her cheek. She tilted her head, meeting her lips.

“Mm…” Their hot breaths intertwined. Xu Linqiu sucked gently at her lips while continuing the “calligraphy” lesson. The woman’s melodious voice leaked out in fragments, filled with a sense of pleasure.

“Teacher… your writing is so beautiful… I love it so much…”

“Teacher…”

The faint sound of a machine operating echoed in the room for a long time.

Much later, Xu Linqiu held her in her arms. The woman’s flushed face was buried in her neck, a happy smile on her lips. She rubbed her messy hair against Xu Linqiu’s skin, her voice soft and sweet: “I never thought you would prepare something like this on your own. I really love it, Teacher.”

Before Xu Linqiu could respond, the woman looked up and kissed her lips lightly, her gaze lingering: “A-Lin, remember this: I will never leave you.”

“All my initiative was just for one instance of your initiative. Even the so-called National Preceptor and the Emperor were just a dream—a dream composed of my longing for you.”

“And now, I am content. I’ll give you one last gift.” She smirked. Before Xu Linqiu could react, she kissed her deeply and passionately, pressing herself tightly against her.

Xu Linqiu couldn’t resist her in this state. In an instant, she turned the tables, taking the lead. Their tongues met in a gentle, swirling dance as they swallowed each other’s taste.

Outside, a breeze fluttered the curtains. On the glass, two silhouettes were intertwined. The night grew darker, as did the lingering passion in the room.

Only after Xu Linqiu’s breathing became steady did Yi Chenhuang tiredly open her eyes. She reached for the phone on the nightstand, which had been placed horizontally with only the camera exposed.

Unfortunately, because things had been too intense, the phone had been bumped, and only a portion was recorded.

She carefully edited that clip and placed the phone where “she” (the main personality) would notice it the moment she opened her eyes. She got out of bed, rearranged the room, and then crawled back into Xu Linqiu’s arms.

Linqiu was too careless; she had even recorded her face-unlocking on the phone, which made it very easy for her to deliver this “grand gift.”

The woman smiled, her eyes beautiful as they curved. She touched Xu Linqiu’s lips with a light, solemn kiss and slowly closed her eyes.

“I love you, so my desire will never fade.”

“A-Lin, I hope you have fun~”

Bright sunlight warmed her back. When Yi Chenqing woke up, she found herself in the familiar, warm embrace. The scent of comfort surrounded her, and Xu Linqiu’s soft lips were pressed against her forehead.

The scene from the office desk the night before flashed in her mind again, making her ears burn with shame.

After a while, she looked up, and her head hit something hard. She picked it up and saw it was Xu Linqiu’s phone.

Sensing movement, Xu Linqiu instinctively moved her hand and buried her head in the woman’s neck, her voice raspy: “You’re awake?”

“Mm.” Yi Chenqing flinched. Her finger accidentally pressed the side button. The phone lit up, followed by the sound of the lock clicking open. Instantly, the sound of overlapping gasps filled the air—one suppressed, one wildly wanton—along with fragmented, flirtatious whispers that would make anyone blush.

“Teacher, don’t…” “Tell the truth, or you’ll be expelled.” “…Mm… okay… I love it… I love it so much…” “Teacher…” “Good girl…”

Xu Linqiu looked up blankly, staring at the phone in the woman’s hand and then at her unreadable face. Once she realized what was happening, she surprisingly didn’t panic.

It was just another of Xiao Huang’s tricks.

The recording angle was messy. For the first half, all that could be seen was the quilt fallen to the waist, Xu Linqiu’s pale skin and beautiful shoulder blades, and her forceful movements. The second half only showed the purple bedsheets and the various scattered phrases.

Yi Chenqing’s expression grew heavier. When the video stopped, she exited and saw another video. She clicked it, but it also only showed the purple sheets and a conversation.

“It was too noisy at home… Has the teacher’s wife gone out?” “She’s asleep.” “I’ve prepared an apology gift… This is for massage… double heads, very convenient.”

Xu Linqiu panicked and instinctively reached for the phone. “We were playing together last night. It’s easy to misunderstand…”

Yi Chenqing moved the phone away, her brow furrowed, staring at her intently. “We? Is it ‘we,’ or you and someone else?”

The voice from the phone continued.

“It hurts… Teacher, be gentler…” “Gentler? Who taught you to dress like this? School uniforms should look like school uniforms.”

Xu Linqiu helplessly grabbed her wrist, her voice overlapping with her own voice in the recording: “Do you not even recognize your own voice?”

Yi Chenqing couldn’t listen anymore. She turned off the phone. The room went silent, but her mind was a mess, echoing with Xu Linqiu’s voice and that of the “other” woman.

So soft, so sweet, so uninhibited—acting so seductively. She bit her lip and finally said: “That is not my voice.”

“Besides, if it really was us, why are you hiding it? You even changed the bedsheets.”

It was only then that Xu Linqiu noticed that all the decorations she had meticulously set up were gone. The costumes were missing, and even the bedsheets had been replaced.

I’m going crazy…

She ruffled her hair, but suddenly Yi Chenqing straddled her waist, leaned down, and bit her collarbone.

She seemed very angry, biting with significant force, but gradually she turned gentle. Finally, she buried her face in Xu Linqiu’s neck. A cold sensation touched Xu Linqiu’s skin—tears.

Xu Linqiu nervously cupped her face. Yi Chenqing was biting her lip, trying to act cold, but the tear stains at the corners of her eyes gave her away.

“Didn’t you say you loved me…?”

“Believe me, okay? That really was you…” Xu Linqiu looked deep into her eyes, offering assurance after assurance. “The sheets got dirty so I changed them. I wanted to record your condition while you were sick so I could show you.”

“Don’t you always say it’s painful to have no memory of it? Believe me…”

As she spoke, Xu Linqiu suddenly felt a bit guilty herself.

But Yi Chenqing suddenly laughed. It wasn’t the stunning smile from before, but one with an indescribable flavor—like someone who had been hidden in a dark corner for too long, finally seeing the sun.

She whispered: “I believe you.”

She lowered her eyes like a fallen angel, a sharp light flickering in them, but her lips curved into a smile as she touched Xu Linqiu’s lips: “Next time… record it for me to see as well, okay?”

“Mm.” Her sudden gentle smile completely captivated Xu Linqiu. As they touched, she opened her lips to meet her, sucking softly. Her fingers slid into the woman’s soft black hair, pressing the back of her head to deepen the kiss.

But Yi Chenqing wasn’t like before—she no longer responded with just gentleness.