Even If You're My Senior, It's Still Forbidden - Chapter 56

The clothing at her waist, which had been pressed against her skin, rubbed against her arm as it was tugged. The gaze directed at her made it impossible to refuse.

Ji Weining’s hand slid downward, catching the hand that was causing mischief at her waist. “Alright.”

She wrapped her arm around the other’s waist, her fingers tracing the area where the medicine had yet to fully dissolve. Ji Weining placed her hand there, gently kneading.

She wanted to kiss her.

She was so well-behaved.

Su Jin’an, under Ji Weining’s touch, was unexpectedly docile. Ji Weining leaned in, pressing her face against Su Jin’an’s, who in turn leaned closer, curling her fingers to play with the ends of Ji Weining’s hair.

That delicate face drew near Ji Weining’s. Su Jin’an slightly parted her lips, then gently bit down.

“Don’t bite my face.”

Su Jin’an winced in pain and murmured softly.

Leaving marks on her face would be far too unsightly Su Jin’an definitely didn’t want that.

“Alright.” Ji Weining noted her request and released the spot she had just bitten. She hadn’t used much force, leaving only a faint pink mark against pale skin. Moving downward along her jaw, Ji Weining pressed against her neck. Loose strands of hair kept getting in the way of her approach, so she brushed them aside before pressing closer.

Their breaths intertwined, making them the most intimate of companions.

“I really like you, Junior Sister.”

The clothing that had been haphazardly tugged aside slipped further, and a glance downward revealed the beauty beneath.

“I want Senior Sister to touch here.” Su Jin’an reached out, guiding Ji Weining’s hand to her body.

Here? Ji Weining’s hand trembled slightly.

She also wanted to try, but she was afraid her junior sister might mind. Since her junior sister had said so, she wanted to fulfill her wish.

“Alright.”

Ji Weining reached out to touch the place Su Jin’an wanted her to.

Su Jin’an lost herself in the sensation. “I also really like you, Senior Sister.”

Ji Weining paused, her teeth hovering just above the spot where she had intended to leave a mark. The thread of her composure snapped instantly. “Junior Sister, what did you just say?”

“I won’t say it.”

Ji Weining bit down again, harder this time, as if to satisfy her own need, and spoke louder, “Say it, say it now!”

She was being disobedient again. Ji Weining retracted her earlier thought about her junior sister being well-behaved.

“Wah!” Su Jin’an inexplicably began to cry again.

Ji Weining released her, holding her by the shoulders, clearly flustered. “Did I hurt you?”

“Senior Sister was mean to me.” Su Jin’an tried to push her away, but the strength in her hands was no match for Ji Weining, and she couldn’t break free.

“Then what did you say earlier?”

Su Jin’an lowered her head, muttering, “I said, I like Senior Sister.”

In Ji Weining’s eyes, she seemed unwilling to admit what she had said.

“You little rascal.” Ji Weining glared at her helplessly, using her hand to wipe away her tears, her heart aching. “Then why can’t you say it again?”

Ji Weining gazed into her eyes, hoping for an answer. She was afraid, afraid that it was just a careless remark in a moment of passion. She wished that Su Jin’an truly liked her, that she could be her support, her eternal refuge.

Ji Weining leaned against her collarbone, pressing close, tilting her head up to look at Su Jin’an’s profile.

But Su Jin’an changed the subject again. “Senior Sister, don’t you like biting me?”

It was hard to tell just how difficult those words were for her to utter. Ji Weining, utterly helpless, still answered her question, “Of course I like it. You smell so good, junior sister.”

If Su Jin’an were a dish, she would undoubtedly be the most delicious one she had ever tasted. Since nothing could compare to her, she couldn’t even name a specific dish to liken her to.

Simply put, Su Jin’an was the most special person to her.

Su Jin’an tilted her head back, revealing a neck as soft and smooth as white jade. Her long, fine hair cascaded loosely over the edge of the bed, and her disheveled clothing made Ji Weining unable to resist the urge to draw closer.

“I really like it so much,” Su Jin’an murmured, reaching out to cup her face, her eyes locking onto hers. “I like it, senior sister. Bite me.”

“Why?”

Ji Weining couldn’t understand why anyone would enjoy being bitten.

“Won’t it hurt?” Ji Weining grasped her hands, pinning them above her head, and buried her face tightly against her chest. With her free hand, she traced the mark left by her earlier bite, the raised indentation of teeth, making the skin uneven, surrounded by a faint blush of pink.

Su Jin’an lowered her head slightly, meeting the top of Ji Weining’s head, and whispered softly, “No reason, really.”

Every word she spoke seemed to provoke Ji Weining.

“Senior sister, do you want to bite?” Su Jin’an inched closer, her eyes curved into crescents, her tone laced with a hint of temptation.

Ji Weining swallowed, struggling to restrain herself as she finally said, “It will hurt. I don’t want to.”

She had teeth biting would surely cause pain, and she didn’t want to hurt her.

“I don’t want to make you hurt.”

“Then, senior sister, just remove the pain like you did with this wound earlier.”

That way, only the sensation would remain. As for the pain, Su Jin’an didn’t mind it; it was Ji Weining who cared.

“Don’t use so many spells. It’s not good for your body.”

Overusing magic could strain her spiritual meridians, and she couldn’t bear to see that happen.

“Just a little,” Su Jin’an’s voice grew even softer, tinged with a coaxing tone. “Once in a while is fine.”

“You’re tempting me, junior sister,” Ji Weining pouted, her rationality hanging by a thread.

She didn’t want to engage with her, but seeing the brightness in her eyes and hearing her say she liked her, she wanted to fulfill her wishes.

That spot had long tempted her, but she feared displeasing her. She wanted to consider her feelings, hoping that whatever she did would be something Su Jin’an would enjoy.

“I like it, senior sister. Go ahead and bite, okay?”

As Su Jin’an finished speaking, Ji Weining could no longer hold onto her last shred of restraint. She cast a spell to dull some of the pain, then parted her lips and gently bit into her skin, savoring it as if tasting a delicacy.

The flavors of joy and excitement made it all the more sweet, like drinking nectar from a hundred flowers.

All the sensations culminated in one thought: she liked it so much.

So much that she was utterly lost in it, unable to extricate herself.

Su Jin’an’s voice grew hoarse. “Senior sister, I feel uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable.”

“Okay,” Ji Weining mumbled vaguely.

“Mmm… I need.”

She released her hands.

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