Even If You're My Senior, It's Still Forbidden - Chapter 52

“If continuing down this path means following the mural’s depiction, can you endure it, junior sister?” Ji Weining bit her lower lip lightly as she spoke.

Neither of them truly understood what this path entailed.

“I can do it.”

The memory of her sobbing in the illusion, repeatedly claiming she couldn’t go on, flashed before Ji Weining’s eyes, casting doubt in her mind.

“Alright, this time you’re not allowed to run away, junior sister.”

“I won’t.”

Ji Weining felt a strange sense of déjà vu, as if she had heard those words countless times before.

She reached out to take her junior sister’s hand and moved forward.

The passage formed by the mural was narrow, with water seeping from the rock walls like springs.

The first scene from the mural appeared before them.

Two women kissing.

Did they need to replicate the action to proceed?

Ji Weining had long lost count of how many times she had kissed Su Jin’an’s lips. Before she could overthink it, she cradled Su Jin’an’s head and pressed her lips against hers.

The mural shattered as expected.

Ji Weining fought the urge to deepen the kiss, suppressing the corners of her lips as she pulled Su Jin’an forward. The air grew thinner and carried a stifling heat.

Su Jin’an removed the outer robe draped over her shoulders and held it in her hand.

“Senior sister, it’s so hot here.”

Ji Weining took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Su Jin’an’s neck, sighing helplessly. “But we can’t turn back now.”

Since there was no turning back, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and press on.

“If we turn back, will the illusion shatter?” Su Jin’an asked, recalling how the previous secret realm had broken apart.

Ji Weining shook her head. “No. Every direction here leads to the next node in the illusion.”

Unless they completed the illusion’s tasks, they could only wait for it to end.

This was the intricacy of this particular illusion.

The next mural appeared.

It depicted something Ji Weining had done to her junior sister before, but the setting made it feel strangely more intimate.

“Senior sister, come on.”

Her junior sister’s lips were as red as ripe fruit, enticingly beautiful. She pointed to her own neck.

Ji Weining leaned in close, finally biting down gently, careful not to hurt her.

“Senior sister, you don’t need to worry about me.”

“Perhaps you should bite me instead?” Ji Weining released her and slightly bent her knees, offering her own neck.

Su Jin’an wrapped her arms around Ji Weining and whispered clearly in her ear, “No.”

With a resigned sigh, Ji Weining took a deep breath and bit down firmly, leaving two crescent-shaped marks, just like in the mural above.

It felt as though she were marking her junior sister as her own within the illusion, branding her with her seal. Yet, Su Jin’an was an independent individual in her own right. The more Ji Weining dwelled on this, the more tangled her thoughts became.

The mural, satisfied with their actions, opened once more. This time, it revealed not a narrow passage but a vast grassland.

She could only lead Su Jin’an aimlessly across the plain. A horse appeared in the distance but only one?

Was this their chance to escape?

Perhaps they needed to find the way out themselves?

Ji Weining guided Su Jin’an toward the horse, and another mural materialized.

Upon closer inspection, she realized the horse was meant for this purpose, and her mind seemed to explode with the revelation. She reached out to test the spiritual energy within her body, only to find it had been completely drained her spiritual power had truly vanished.

“The mural wants us to get on.”

“I, I see.” Su Jin’an belatedly grasped what was depicted in the mural.

Ji Weining spread her arms, signaling to Su Jin’an that they should begin.

“I’ll carry you up.”

Su Jin’an nestled into Ji Weining’s embrace and hesitantly asked, “Do we have to take off our clothes like in the mural?”

Ji Weining wasn’t sure how far the illusion required them to go. She recalled having seen those movements in books before, and now they were vividly portrayed in the mural before her eyes, it was undeniably shocking.

It was just too, explicit.

“Let’s get on first?” Ji Weining finally decided to gloss over the issue.

As for riding a horse, Ji Weining had once practiced it while disguised as a mortal during a mission with her sect elders to capture demonic creatures. However, it had been a long time since she last rode, and everything about horses felt unfamiliar. The only thing she remembered was how to mount one.

“Have you ever ridden a horse before, Junior Sister?” Ji Weining wrapped an arm around Su Jin’an’s waist. The latter leaned against her chest, pressing close. As Ji Weining lifted her a little higher, Su Jin’an wrapped her legs around Ji Weining’s waist. Switching hands, Ji Weining used her free hand to grip the saddle and, with a step on the stirrup, hoisted both of them onto the horse’s back.

The saddle had been adjusted by the illusion, and it wasn’t cramped even with both of them seated. There were even soft cushions in the front and back to lean against slightly. However, sitting on it, they couldn’t help but feel something uneven and uncomfortable pressing against them.

“My elders at home didn’t dare let me ride,” Su Jin’an replied.

Without pulling the reins or urging the horse, Ji Weining felt it begin to sway.

Su Jin’an tightened her grip around Ji Weining’s waist.

“I’m scared,” Su Jin’an said, burying her head in Ji Weining’s chest, her voice trembling slightly.

Ji Weining stroked her back and then her head, reassuring her not to be afraid.

“Why hasn’t it been resolved yet?”

Ji Weining questioned the illusion.

The illusion, as enigmatic as a divine oracle, remained utterly silent.

“Junior Sister, why don’t you sit on my hand?” Ji Weining extended her palm. Before Su Jin’an could decide, Ji Weining had already positioned her hand for Su Jin’an to sit on.

The back of her hand was rubbed uncomfortably by the uneven surface beneath, but for Ji Weining, it was nothing compared to letting her junior sister suffer.

The horse swayed for a long time. Su Jin’an wrapped her arms around Ji Weining’s neck, looked up, and said, “Senior Sister, I’m so hot.”

Ji Weining also felt their bodies heating up, and she desperately wanted to remove their robes.

Su Jin’an loosened one hand gripping Ji Weining and tugged at her own collar, trying to let some air in. But there was no wind in this place. The scenery was a vast plain, yet not a breeze stirred only a stifling stillness, like the calm before a storm.

“Indeed, it’s so hot,” Ji Weining agreed.

This mural wasn’t following the sequence they had seen earlier.

She, like Su Jin’an, tugged at her own clothes, wanting to dismount, only to realize they were now as powerless as ordinary mortals, trapped on the horse.

This damned illusion!

Ji Weining cursed inwardly once more.

Once she got out, she would definitely investigate who had created this secret realm, it was utterly unfit for anyone to enter and absolutely needed to be sealed off!

After grumbling to herself for a long while, she tugged at her clothes until they all fell off within the secret realm. Magical garments, all of them! Though she had plenty of such robes, it wasn’t an excuse to squander them like this, and she was filled with self-reproach.

With her magical garments scattered across this illusory realm and the mural’s door still unopened, was she truly destined to end up like the figures in the painting?

The horse suddenly jolted as if startled. Su Jin’an, worried that her hands might be too uncomfortable, had just steadied herself when she tumbled forward onto her again. By now, their clothing was nearly gone.

“Senior Sister, should we begin now?” Su Jin’an’s head was buried against her chest, feeling dazed from the heat.

Only then did she realize a light rain had begun to fall.

If they didn’t start soon, they might truly never get out.

She lowered her head and gently took Su Jin’an’s earlobe into her mouth. She didn’t know why she was so fond of these ears, especially now when they were flushed such a lovely shade of red.

Her hands, positioned beneath where she sat, didn’t remain idle either, pulling Su Jin’an closer. Slightly parting her legs, she made use of the saddle’s bumps, wanting both herself and her junior sister to feel every intricate detail of this unique design.

Outside, the rain grew heavier. Using her spiritual power, she conjured a protective barrier around the horse, shielding them both from the downpour.

Yet the sound of the rain still reached her ears, mingling with the mud beneath their feet, blending into one. Those faint noises seemed amplified infinitely within this illusory realm.

Ji Weining loved the sound of the rain, much like she loved listening to it under an umbrella. The raindrops pattered, one becoming two, two becoming three multiplying endlessly.

Inside the barrier, the stifling heat persisted; they couldn’t feel even a hint of the cold from the rain outside. Mimicking the mural’s depiction, Ji Weining caressed and explored, moving in rhythm with Su Jin’an atop the horse’s undulating back.

“Senior Sister, I’m so tired. I never want to ride a horse again,” Su Jin’an panted. She hadn’t expected it to be like this indescribable sensation. If not for her senior sister, she doubted she could have endured for so long.

As her spiritual power faded, Su Jin’an’s body grew increasingly weary. Like the final figure in the mural, she leaned back against the saddle, her legs losing the strength to wrap around Ji Weining and hanging limply. Ji Weining leaned in closer, bracing one hand against the horse’s neck and pressing her legs over Su Jin’an’s, which dangled on either side of the horse.

A torrential rain poured down, and this time the barrier seemed to have vanished. Water soaked their hair, and their bodies were steeped in that distinctive scent.

Finally, the surrounding scenery began to shift. Had they passed through the illusion?

“Senior Sister! I’m so tired.”

Seeing the illusion dissipate, Su Jin’an slumped backward. Ji Weining, still alert, caught her head and drew her close.

Her spiritual power had returned.

Immediately, she cast a cleansing spell, purifying every inch of their bodies.

Looking around, she found herself on a cool, stone floor. The illusion had even thoughtfully folded their clothes and placed them on a nearby table.

Ji Weining whispered softly by her ear, “Can you walk?”

A faint murmur came from the embrace, “Not really.”

Glancing down, she saw Su Jin’an had closed her eyes, breathing evenly as she rested in her arms.

Have they come out of the illusion realm?

Ji Weining observed the surroundings but couldn’t quite tell where they were.

She had no choice but to pick up the clothes beside her and use magic to put them on.

“Shall I carry you while looking for the exit?” Ji Weining poked Su Jin’an’s cheek, trying to wake her.

Su Jin’an, not yet in deep sleep, replied, “Okay.”

Ji Weining supported Su Jin’an and continued forward, only to realize they had already left the illusion realm.

Ahead, there was still no trace of anyone else, and the stone benches around them had disappeared, replaced by a dense forest.

Ji Weining was beginning to tire of this illusion realm and wondered how much longer it would last.

With a wave of her hand, she carried Su Jin’an and leaped upward to a higher vantage point. Looking down, she saw layers of trees that seemed to form another array formation.

“Shall we go in?”

Ji Weining gently stroked the back of Su Jin’an’s head.

“Mm,” Su Jin’an responded again.

She finally began to wake up a little, lifting her head to look around. “It shouldn’t be as strange as the last one, right?”

Seeing her raise her head, Ji Weining asked, “Are you feeling more awake now?”

Su Jin’an leaned back against Ji Weining’s body. “But I’m still exhausted.”

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