Even If You're My Senior, It's Still Forbidden - Chapter 43

“Alright.” Su Jin’an fell into thought, taking the small booklet and flipping through it.

After a whole day of trials, it was already dark.

Ji Weining cast a dust-clearing spell around the room to tidy it up, then took out the items from her Qiankun bag and returned them to their original places.

Seeing that Ji Weining was still in the room, Su Jin’an walked over and tugged at her sleeve. “Senior Sister, will you still sleep with me?”

Thinking back, it had already been a month. Ji Weining had been by her side almost every moment of every day, all due to the divine decree’s requirement. To be honest, she felt a bit uncomfortable about it.

“Of course, the divine decree has always required it.” Even without the divine decree’s restriction, she still wanted to sleep with her. Of course, she wouldn’t tell her that the divine decree’s restriction had already been lifted.

Su Jin’an didn’t overthink it and nodded. If Ji Weining didn’t sleep with her, she would actually feel somewhat uneasy.

Seeing that her junior sister wasn’t suspicious, Ji Weining changed the subject. “We’ll stay here for the next few days. After the grand competition, we can go out and have some fun.”

“Is there anything fun to do?”

“There are still a few things.” Ji Weining thought for a moment. Although Qingheng Mountain was small, it had everything one needed. However, most fellow disciples didn’t go out to have fun, preferring to stay in their courtyards to cultivate.

“Alright.”

“In the past few days, those from outside have also arrived.”

“Hmm?” Su Jin’an recalled the people she had trained with today. They didn’t seem to be solely from Qingheng Mountain, as the disciples of Qingheng Mountain had very distinctive robes for each peak.

“By the way, I heard they’re hosting a flowing banquet. Are you interested, Senior Sister?” After Su Jin’an came out, she heard that a flowing banquet would be held at Qingheng Mountain after the second round of trials.

“Your senior sister has never participated in such events.” Ji Weining lived a secluded life. If it weren’t for Liu Hongyu asking her to deal with demons and participate in the grand competition, along with promising her money, she wouldn’t be willing to go out. She would much rather stay in her room reading novels and occasionally refining pills. As for poetry and literature, she was even less proficient. “Then let’s go take a look tomorrow. I estimate that those who will participate in the third round will all be there. It would be good to meet them.”

It would be helpful to assess their strength and have a plan in mind.

Su Jia had shown her the list. Many people on the list hadn’t arrived yet, likely only participating in the third round. Most who came for the competition looked down on the first two rounds, preferring to focus on the third round to explore more secret realms. There were also some who came specifically to enhance their strength in these secret realms.

In recent years, this situation had become increasingly severe. In the third round, participants could earn one hundred points for each illusion realm they passed, making it seem more cost-effective. As a result, many had started skipping the first two rounds.

Moreover, not all who came here studied spells. Some focused on sword techniques or talismans, specializing in a single discipline rather than a comprehensive education, often neglecting spells too much.

“The third round is still too chaotic. We need to be careful.”

What worried her the most was the third round, fearing that something might go wrong. The preparations for each third round were always extensive.

“With Senior Sister here,” Su Jin’an thought about Ji Weining also entering the third round with her, and felt less worried about any mishaps. Currently, her score only ranked around twentieth overall, making it somewhat challenging to secure the opportunity to advance.

“Senior Sister is overly concerned.”

“Of course.”

Ji Weining sighed helplessly, “If I don’t worry about you, what else would I worry about?”

When she had participated herself, she had also been fearless, but now that Su Jin’an was taking part, she couldn’t help but fret endlessly.

Su Jin’an laughed upon hearing this. Even though she knew Ji Weining was just humoring her, it still made her happy. Meanwhile, Ji Weining finished tidying the room and walked over to her.

“It’s time to rest properly.”

Su Jin’an set down the booklet she had been reading and opened her arms.

Ji Weining understood her intention immediately, bending down to wrap her arms around Su Jin’an’s waist. With a slight exertion, she lifted her up. Su Jin’an rested her hands on Ji Weining’s shoulders, encircling her.

“Does Senior Sister like holding me?” Su Jin’an whispered softly against Ji Weining’s ear, then extended her tongue, letting a drop of moisture grace Ji Weining’s earlobe. The tip of her tongue brushed lightly, like a feather tickling, causing Ji Weining’s ear to itch and flush red.

Ji Weining pressed her lips together without responding. In just a few steps, they reached the bed, where she laid Su Jin’an down, pulled the quilt over to cushion her body, and quickly pressed down on her, leaning close to her ear to bite gently. “Of course I do.”

When she released her, Su Jin’an’s face was as flushed as Ji Weining’s ears. Ji Weining chuckled softly.

“We have the flowing banquet tomorrow,” Su Jin’an reminded her.

Ji Weining’s smile vanished instantly. “It’ll be fine by morning. There won’t be any marks.”

“Has Senior Sister forgotten something?” Su Jin’an reminded her again, already starting to regret bringing it up as she recalled the marks left back in Taoyuan Town. Though they weren’t visible now, they had lingered for a long time then.

Feeling a bit aggrieved, Ji Weining buried her face against Su Jin’an’s neck and murmured, “Is Senior Sister so ashamed of me?”

“Don’t be silly,” Su Jin’an reached out from the side to stroke her hair.

Su Jin’an was still worried that someone with ill intentions might cause trouble, and she didn’t want to tarnish Senior Sister’s impeccable reputation.

“So, I’m not allowed to leave any marks?” Ji Weining shifted slightly to her neck, her hands moving to undo Su Jin’an’s outer robe.

“Then be gentle?”

“When has Senior Sister ever been rough?”

Su Jin’an thought about it and realized it was true Ji Weining always worried about hurting her and was the most considerate. “Then I’ll leave it to you.”

Before Su Jin’an could finish her sentence, Ji Weining sealed her lips. Her clothes were tugged and loosened, barely covering her body in a disheveled manner.

Ji Weining ventured into her territory, plundering relentlessly. Their breaths mingled until they were indistinguishable. Su Jin’an gripped Ji Weining’s hair tightly, causing a slight pain.

“Untie my hair ribbon.”

Ji Weining transmitted the message directly into her mind.

“Mmm!” The words echoed in Su Jin’an’s head. Dazedly, she complied, fumbling to loosen the already disheveled hair ribbon. It drifted down to the floor, and Ji Weining’s hair cascaded like a waterfall, shrouding Su Jin’an’s face within its silken confines.

Su Jin’an’s hair accessory had long been tossed aside to the corner of the bed, their hair entwined together, much like what they were doing at that moment.

Ji Weining traced circles with the tip of her tongue, as if savoring a piece of candy, again and again, coating Su Jin’an’s lips and tongue.

Su Jin’an had grown accustomed to her ways, far more than the last time. She made an effort to part her lips, letting her in, and even attempted to seize the scant air within.

Until the air inside grew compressed and scarce, Su Jin’an tried to breathe through her nose.

Ji Weining sensed her struggle for breath and finally released her.

Su Jin’an’s lips were flushed like ripe peaches, still parted as they had been, as she gasped for air.

“Was that alright?” Ji Weining stroked her lips, gazing into her dazed eyes.

Su Jin’an could barely make a sound, her voice hoarse as she whispered, “I think, I still can’t take it.”

“I want a bath.” She lifted her eyes again, revealing those pearly, tear-like orbs.

“I’ll join you.” Ji Weining said calmly, scooping up her pliant form. Su Jin’an rested obediently against her shoulder, not daring to move recklessly.

Carried into the bathing chamber by Ji Weining, who couldn’t be bothered with mortal methods, she held Su Jin’an by the waist with one arm and swiftly cast a spell with the other. A steaming pool materialized, embedded in the floor before Su Jin’an.

“Sister, since when do you have this ability?” Su Jin’an was astonished, having never seen her use it before.

Ji Weining pressed her cheek against Su Jin’an’s. “Mm, I just thought of the spell.”

Su Jin’an peered closely at the pool, it was a formation based on water magic, with underground water continuously cycling like a spring. A fire spell heated the water beneath a layer of earth, while hundreds of stones summoned by earth magic encircled the pool to prevent the water from spilling.

Su Jin’an’s eyes lit up. “So many spells at once?”

“Yes, it’s the first time I’ve used so many spells simultaneously. Good thing your sister has plenty of spiritual power to spare.” Ji Weining showed no signs of strain, as if casting multiple spells was effortless.

With one hand, Ji Weining removed Su Jin’an’s shoes and socks, tossing them beside the pool. She bent slightly and lowered Su Jin’an into the water, which reached her waist. Su Jin’an held onto the stone edge, feeling the coolness of the surrounding rocks while the stones beneath her feet radiated warmth.

Steam rose around them, gradually warming the stones to a comfortable temperature, controlled by the spiritual fire below.

After a moment’s thought, Ji Weining waved her hand, adding a few more stones in the water beside Su Jin’an, creating a seat.

Understanding her intention, Su Jin’an sat down, the water now rising to her chest. She stretched her legs and swayed them gently in the water.

Ji Weining removed her outer robe and stepped in as well.

She undid the loosely fastened inner garment that was about to slip off, draping it over her shoulders before discarding it by the poolside. Su Jin’an was left wearing only a peach-colored breast wrap.

“How is the pool?”

Su Jin’an didn’t answer. Seeing Ji Weining undress, she grew restless and tugged at the hem of her robe. Soaked in the comforting water, Su Jin’an found herself weakened, unable to muster the strength to pull the garment off after several attempts.

Ji Weining pressed her own hand over the back of Su Jin’an’s, lifting it slightly to guide her in removing her own clothes.

She scooped up water and splashed it against Su Jin’an’s collarbone, dampening her hair in the process. Seeing Su Jin’an gather water in her hands as if to splash her back, Ji Weining took a few steps back.

But the moment Su Jin’an’s hands touched the water’s surface, she noticed Ji Weining’s expression and released the water, standing up with a cold snort. “Senior sister, you’re always up to no good.”

Ji Weining drew closer again, bending down to press her face against Su Jin’an’s neck. “Where?”

Her hand fumbled behind Su Jin’an, loosening the ties of her chest wrap, and the fabric slipped down between them.

Su Jin’an froze, raising an eyebrow. “Still not up to no good?”

“To wash you properly, shouldn’t I take it off?”

With a flick of magic, Ji Weining sent the chest wrap floating atop the inner robe.

She bit down gently on Su Jin’an’s shoulder while materializing a cleansing cloth with her other hand, using it to wipe her body. Noticing that Su Jin’an’s temperature seemed to rise slightly in a certain spot, Ji Weining released her shoulder and quickly asked, “Do you want it?”

Su Jin’an leaned back against the seat that had been conjured earlier, tilting her head up and nodding slightly.

Understanding, Ji Weining curved her lips into a smile, took a quick breath, and submerged herself underwater, her head coming to rest just below Su Jin’an’s abdomen.

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