Even If You're My Senior, It's Still Forbidden - Chapter 51

Her fingertips touched down as if touching steamed egg custard, and all the romantic stories she had read before surfaced in her mind.

So, is this how it is?

She began to enjoy this sensation, touching repeatedly, her entire finger enveloped as if by soft cotton, cotton bloomed open by hot water.

How to describe this feeling? For a moment, she couldn’t think of any suitable words.

Perhaps it was warmth, a warmth that seeped into her heart.

“Do you like it?”

“I like it.”

“And this?”

Having only one finger touch was far from enough, she wanted to try with every finger.

Of course, that was just a thought for now.

She brought two fingers together and enveloped them in that soft, damp, and warm cotton. The cotton, soaked with moisture, made it noticeably harder for her to touch again.

“No, no more.”

Ji Weining kissed Su Jin’an’s lips, rendering her speechless.

Her hands did not stop moving; one continued its actions while the other caressed Su Jin’an’s flushed ears.

Noticing her lips slightly parting, she touched the tip of her tongue, circling the base of her tongue with her own, just like her other hand was doing.

“And this?” she transmitted her voice.

Feigning innocence, as if unaware that Su Jin’an couldn’t make a sound, her eyes clear and guileless, as if she weren’t the one teasing.

Su Jin’an whimpered, trying to vocalize, tears involuntarily streaming down her face.

“Don’t you like it?” Ji Weining released her, worried she might catch a chill, and picked up the clothes from the floor to cover her. Then, from somewhere, she produced a damp cloth and began to wipe her down.

“Too exhausting.” Sweat beaded on Su Jin’an’s neck, even dampening the ends of her hair.

Ji Weining teased her, “My junior sister’s body is as delicate as ever.”

“Can’t help it.” Leaning on Ji Weining’s shoulder, she gasped for breath, accepting this assessment, she was indeed delicate.

The words she wanted to say remained stuck in her throat, unable to be uttered.

“Shall I carry you to wash up?”

Su Jin’an murmured, “Still uncomfortable.”

“When I try to help, you can’t handle it.” Ji Weining laughed helplessly, truly at a loss for what to do with her.

“Senior Sister.”

“Just not like that would be better.” Su Jin’an’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s hum.

Ji Weining retorted, “Like what?”

“Which one do you like?”

Ji Weining spread her five fingers, turning Su Jin’an over and pulling her into her embrace. Su Jin’an’s head rested weakly against Ji Weining’s chest, the five fingers now displayed before her eyes, still marked with traces of their earlier encounter.

“Time for a bath.”

Su Jin’an turned her head away, unsure how to face her, and pushed aside the hand held in front of her. She rolled over, kneeling with her knees on the ground, her hips resting on her heels to support her body.

“Alright.” With that, Ji Weining moved to carry her.

“Can you untie this?” Su Jin’an waved her reddened wrist.

“Never mind.” Su Jin’an glanced down at the demonic patterns on her body and sighed, raising her bound hands again. “I want Senior Sister to bathe me.”

“When have I not bathed you?” Ji Weining wrapped another garment around Su Jin’an, lifted her by the waist, and placed her into the water.

“Make sure to wash me thoroughly.”

“Is Senior Sister not washing me clean enough?”

In the water, Su Jin’an’s robes had loosened and drifted to float on the surface.

Su Jin’an called out, “Wash my hands.”

She stretched her hands toward Ji Weining, placing them before her, using one palm to envelop and scrub each finger one by one in the water.

“Just because you call me, Junior Sister, I have to obey?” Ji Weining waved her own hands playfully in front of Su Jin’an.

Su Jin’an didn’t know how to respond, so she scooped up a handful of water and splashed it at her.

Then, Su Jin’an grabbed her hand and, with a sudden tug, Ji Weining’s feet slipped, and she was pulled down as well.

“Senior Sister should join me now.”

Su Jin’an bit her neck.

“Junior Sister, you’re truly wicked.” Ji Weining looked at her helplessly, her hand wet with pool water tracing Su Jin’an’s cheek. “I think we can continue now.”

“Then no more stopping.”

“I wasn’t the one who stopped.” Su Jin’an turned away.

Ji Weining embraced her from behind.

In her memory, it was like flowers in water, but this time, it was no longer the same.

“Junior Sister, I adore you.”

“No, now it’s more like my heart leans toward you.”

Su Jin’an turned her head back, the corners of her eyes reddening, and she trembled as she asked, “Is there a difference?”

Ripples spread across the pool, and beneath the water, small fish made gurgling sounds.

Ji Weining’s robes were disheveled by Su Jin’an’s grasp; her sash was tugged loose in the water, and she lowered her head to bite Su Jin’an’s ear.

It felt as if she held a ball of molten lava in her mouth, the surrounding water growing hot. Su Jin’an opened her mouth, her entire body leaning against Ji Weining for support.

Su Jin’an’s voice grew increasingly hoarse, and this time, Ji Weining decided to heed her earlier words, for at this moment, her words could not be trusted.

Outside, the sky darkened into dusk. Su Jin’an rested her head on Ji Weining’s shoulder, unable to utter a single word.

“Sleepy?”

Su Jin’an blinked, her dazed eyes conveying her exhaustion.

It seemed as though she hadn’t had a proper sleep in a long time. She lay quietly against Ji Weining’s chest, her head nestled in the crook of her own arm, her hands curled against her abdomen.

Ji Weining took out sleeping robes and changed her into them, then carried her to the bed, watching her sleeping face before gradually drifting off to sleep herself.

“Senior Sister.”

She heard Su Jin’an’s voice again and opened her eyes to find Su Jin’an’s hands covered in blood.

“I accidentally got it on me.” Su Jin’an met her opened eyes with a flustered expression, mumbling vaguely.

Ji Weining replied, “It’s alright, we’ll just wash it off.”

Had she fallen into an illusion? Was that earlier scene an illusion? Ji Weining’s memories were still a jumbled mess, and she hadn’t fully regained her senses. Instinctively, she began wiping the hands of the Su Jin’an beside her, slowly cleaning away the crimson stain.

“They were also monsters tainted with demonic energy.” Su Jin’an explained why she had gotten blood on herself.

Ji Weining immediately felt guilty. “I’m sorry, Junior Sister. It’s my fault for not breaking free sooner.”

Ji Weining hadn’t expected to be trapped in the illusion for so long that she now couldn’t distinguish whether this was reality or if the earlier scene had been the illusion.

“I don’t blame you, Senior Sister.” After Ji Weining cleaned her hands, Su Jin’an tugged at the hem of her robe.

Surrounded by the temple scenery, Ji Weining still couldn’t discern the purpose of this illusion. Every illusion was meant to test those who entered, but in this one, aside from the strange sandalwood scent, she couldn’t sense anything else.

“Junior Sister, did you enter any other illusions just now?” Ji Weining asked casually.

Su Jin’an glanced at her, pausing briefly before replying, “No, I’ve been here the whole time. Then that demonic creature appeared.”

“And then it turned to ashes.”

Been here the whole time? It seemed the master of this illusion was playing tricks again.

Ji Weining didn’t question her words and proceeded to lead Su Jin’an out of the temple.

However, they found themselves still trapped within the sacred temple, unable to leave, as if caught in a mystical realm similar to the eerie forest.

“This temple seems to have multiple overlapping formations,” preventing them from escaping.

Ji Weining was momentarily stunned, realizing along with her that there were other issues at play. She couldn’t help but sigh at yet another novel and intriguing formation.

“Don’t worry, let your senior sister take a look.”

This time, Ji Weining didn’t dare let go of Su Jin’an’s hand, gripping her palm tightly.

Closing her eyes, she released her spiritual power. It spread from her feet like a net, converging throughout the temple, revealing the entire flow of spiritual energy within the structure.

“It is indeed a formation,” Ji Weining could now say with certainty.

All the spiritual energy gathered at a single core.

Su Jin’an asked Ji Weining, “Senior Sister, can you tell what kind of formation it is?”

Ji Weining shook her head. This was the first time she had encountered such a formation, and she couldn’t understand what it was trying to trap or why it was so convoluted, making it impossible to escape even after walking for so long.

“Junior Sister, follow me.”

Ji Weining traced the path of the spiritual energy and discovered that the core of the illusion was actually constructed from spiritual power.

The sandalwood scent returned, but this time Ji Weining promptly covered Su Jin’an’s nose and mouth, preventing either of them from falling into the illusion again.

As they continued forward, an absurd thought crossed her mind, she hoped it would be exactly like her dream.

Was this illusion about “desire”?

She pondered the question silently.

They seemed to have reached the end of the illusion. The sandalwood scent grew unusually intense, so overwhelming that she didn’t know how to face it.

“Senior Sister, don’t fall asleep this time.”

Ji Weining turned to look at Su Jin’an beside her, only to find her overlapping with the shadow from her earlier dream.

“Junior Sister, pinch me quickly.”

“What’s wrong?”

Before Su Jin’an could pinch her, Ji Weining cut a gash into her own hand.

This was no illusion, the Su Jin’an before her was real.

“That sandalwood scent, it’s as if I’ve smelled it before. It doesn’t affect me.”

“I woke up shortly after you collapsed.”

Then came the words she had spoken earlier.

Su Jin’an was lying to her. She didn’t want her to know something.

She was hiding something from her, her little secrets piling up again. Ji Weining didn’t press further, instead focusing on the key to the illusion.

Before she could figure it out, the illusion began to change.

A stone statue appeared before them.

Its expression was serene, seated calmly in the center.

“Pleasure Deity Statue.” The three words tumbled from Ji Weining’s lips like scalding hot potatoes.

Murals emerged on the surrounding walls, all depicting women without a stitch of clothing, displaying various poses before the two of them.

The murals eventually coalesced into the character for “Desire,” while the temple’s rear gate slowly creaked open, revealing a pitch-black passageway ahead.

Now only two paths lay before them: one leading through the murals, the other turning back to wait for the illusion to end.

“Will you walk this path with me, junior sister?” Ji Weining pointed toward the gate inscribed with the character “Desire.”

If she refused, her chance of making it into the top five in the grand competition would become slim.

“Alright.” Su Jin’an agreed without hesitation.

Ji Weining was taken aback. “Do you understand what this path entails?”

“Nothing more than what those murals depicted.”

Ji Weining could clearly see Su Jin’an’s face flush bright red.

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