Even If You're My Senior, It's Still Forbidden - Chapter 68

The deeper it went, the more stifling the heat became, accompanied by a stinging sensation transmitted through her fingertip, intermittently disrupting her nerves. At this moment, she felt more like a mother nurturing a child, hoping she would recover, quickly get better, and begin to walk a long and steady path.

The moment her blood entered Jin’an’s mouth, it gradually began to dissolve some of the demonic energy within her.

[But it’s still just a drop in the bucket.]

As a deity, she reminded herself.

I’m finished, and so are you.

Ji Weining also reminded her other self.

But they were both herself, and they understood each other perfectly.

Jin’an released her finger, and the damp sensation transmitted from her tongue disappeared. Only then did Ji Weining snap back to clarity.

She had ultimately lost her composure, but the demonic energy within Jin’an had diminished. Perhaps Jin’an could recover a little faster now.

[Hurry and finish it.]

She reminded herself again.

[The demon cave in the imperial city is acting strangely.]

The imperial city.

Ji Weining had visited it years ago. The demon cave there was well-hidden, and fortunately, she knew its approximate location; otherwise, she might not have been able to find it.

[There’s no time left.]

Would it have been better to deal with these issues earlier? Over the years, most of her time had been spent investigating the conditions of various demon caves, and even now, she still had no real solution for them.

But she hadn’t been able to descend to the mortal realm any earlier. It’s rare to have the best of both worlds in life.

“Senior Sister,” Jin’an murmured with her eyes closed.

Ji Weining was caught off guard by the sound.

“I’m here.”

She reached out to stroke Jin’an’s cheek. She was still deeply asleep, probably exhausted from crying.

Outside, the sky gradually darkened. Jin’an had slept through the entire afternoon.

Ji Weining began drawing talismans she might need for her trip to the imperial city while also regulating her breathing to absorb the spiritual energy of Qingheng Mountain. The sea of consciousness within her was instantly filled with spiritual power. It was beginning.

Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage. The golden infant formed within her body opened its hands, gradually revealing her likeness, overlapping with her current self.

Next would be the Deity Transformation stage. After achieving Deity Transformation, she would become the focus of others’ attention.

Seeing the sky darken, she thought that mortals would be eating around this time.

Ji Weining set up protective arrays in the room and descended the mountain.

“Have you heard? Something major has happened in the imperial city. They say demonic energy is running rampant there, and they’ve even sent people to Qingheng Mountain for help.”

“After what happened three hundred years ago, Qingheng Mountain rarely intervenes in worldly affairs, right? Will they agree to go this time?”

The imperial city? They’ve sent people?

[You can go with the people from Qingheng Mountain.]

But it’s still uncertain whether Qingheng Mountain will even go.

Unconfirmed matters should never be the basis for decisions.

[They will go.]

[When the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold.]

If the demonic energy in the imperial city spreads, the demon caves beneath Qingheng Mountain would inevitably be threatened.

[However, all sides will likely go.]

Very few people knew about the demon cave in the imperial city. It was also the most tightly sealed one, located at the center of the world, suppressed by imperial energy and guarded generation after generation.

Ji Weining bought some congee and carried the meal box back to her room.

Jin’an still showed no signs of waking up. Should she wait? Or should she wake her? Had she been sleeping for too long? If it were any ordinary patient, she would have roused them without hesitation. But this was Jin’an she wanted her to sleep a little longer, to rest a little more, and to keep watching her like this, staying by her side.

But the sky had already darkened completely.

Ji Weining sat beside her, gently brushing the hair away from her face to reveal her cheeks.

Jin’an’s lips, having been fed her blood, were now a rosy red, like cherries, tempting her to touch. Ji Weining touched her own lips, feeling how, as time passed, her human form was taking on more and more human characteristics.

Were her lips as soft as her own? The thought crossed her mind, and before she knew it, her hand had already reached out to touch them. Jin’an still hadn’t woken up.

Suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind, a scene from a play she had once watched, where two people kissed, just as gently as this.

Lips meeting.

Mingling together, inseparable.

Ji Weining leaned down but failed to notice the slight flutter of the eyelashes beneath her or the way Jin’an’s fingers unconsciously gripped the bedsheet, wrinkling it. Ji Weining tasted her red lips, still carrying the faint flavor of her own blood.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface, she dared not go further.

The next moment, she noticed the trembling eyelashes.

Jin’an was awake.

She had actually done such a thing to her.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“I…” Ji Weining’s mouth seemed to be under a spell, unable to form the words.

Jin’an opened her eyes, propped herself up on the bed, and sat up, leaning in to kiss her on the lips.

“Returning the favor.”

Jin’an didn’t ask any questions, simply replied.

“They look very soft. I bet they taste good.”

Taste good?

Ji Weining’s eyes lit up. “Mhm, mhm.”

Jin’an leaned in again, this time biting Ji Weining’s lip with her teeth. Ji Weining responded by slipping her tongue out to free herself.

Her tongue unexpectedly entered Jin’an’s mouth, just as her fingers had earlier. The sensitive taste buds on her tongue conveyed Jin’an’s flavor to her.

It must be the lingering taste of her blood in Jin’an’s mouth, filling her senses and overwhelming her palate.

Jin’an parted her lips, allowing their tongues to meet. Her breathing grew heavier, and Ji Weining placed a hand on her back, supporting the nape of her neck to keep her from falling backward.

Ji Weining was slightly taller, so Jin’an had to tilt her head up slightly. Their closed eyes seemed to merge, opening occasionally to meet before parting again.

Jin’an’s slightly parted lips seemed to invite her in, and so they played joyfully together.

Until Jin’an was breathless, and Ji Weining finally pulled back.

“I really like it.” Jin’an’s eyes sparkled, like a child who had discovered a precious treasure.

Jin’an likes kissing.

The thought automatically registered in her mind.

Jin’an likes kissing her!

Her face must have been flushed red by now, hot enough to boil water.

“I really like Jin’an too!” Ji Weining hugged her tightly, resting her head on her shoulder, holding her as if afraid she might never have the chance to hold her like this again.

Hearing these words, Jin’an looked at her with confusion. It was the first time she had encountered such a phrase the word “like” followed by a person’s name.

It is not an object, nor is it a matter.

She said she liked herself.

Ji Weining’s words, which she had intended to continue, were cut short at this moment.

“Does Shijie like Jin’an?”

Indeed, Jin’an did not understand. Having come from such an environment, where she was treated as a mere tool, it was likely that no one had ever taught her these things.

“Yes, Shijie likes Jin’an and wants to do such intimate things with Jin’an.”

“Intimate things!”

A dull ache inexplicably struck Ji Weining’s heart. If not for this, she probably wouldn’t have been able to say such things to Jin’an.

She decided to let time reveal the rest to Jin’an. That was Ji Weining’s current thought.

Ji Weining curved her lips into a smile and held her even tighter.

“Only Shijie can do this.” As she said this, Ji Weining hid her selfish desires. She was truly doomed.

She clearly understood the gravity of the situation and did not want Jin’an to know.

[You should tell her that this is something only for a beloved, something only between wives.]

Yes, she should have told her. Why couldn’t she bring herself to say it?

She was afraid of being discovered, afraid of her own selfish desires.

She also wanted to indulge herself a little.

Jin’an: “Can we do intimate things again?”

Jin’an struggled free from Ji Weining’s tight embrace and finally met her eyes.

Before Ji Weining could react, Jin’an had already kissed her, their lips and breaths intertwining once more.

Ji Weining continued further.

“Shimei, do you know what this means?” Ji Weining calmed down, took a moment, and then asked her gently.

“It means Shijie and I are close.”

“And what does ‘close’ mean?” Ji Weining pressed further.

What did it mean to be close? Only then did Jin’an realize she had no idea what this concept entailed. She had no understanding of what it meant to be intimate with someone or why such actions were done.

Unable to grasp the hidden meaning, Jin’an simply repeated her words plainly, “It just means we’re close.”

“We can kiss and hug, staying close like this.” Jin’an’s hand reached for Ji Weining’s face, her palm moving to the back of her head, pressing against her ear, her thumb resting just beside it.

“Shijie’s face is red.”

[You’re truly finished.]

In the divine hall of her mind, she could clearly see Jin’an’s face drawing near, her entire body trembling, a tremor born of joy.

Her own body was connected to this feeling. She reached out and held her own wrist, feeling her pulse racing.

“Then let’s do more intimate things.”

“Wait.” Ji Weining reached out to stop her lips, her other hand resting on her own chest.

“Aren’t we close? Shijie has already done intimate things with me.”

Ji Weining could find no reason to refute her. She had indeed done so. Unable to meet her gaze, Ji Weining lowered her head and averted her eyes.

“Being close means two people only do such intimate things with each other. And of course, it doesn’t stop there, it can become even more intimate.”

Ji Weining found it difficult to articulate, especially since she was much older than Jin’an and ought to know these things.

“Even more intimate things?” Jin’an sounded even more excited.

“I want to do even more intimate things with Shijie.”

“I want to do it with Senior Sister.” Jin’an earnestly repeated her earlier words, only to have Ji Weining cover her mouth with her hand.

Ji Weining took a moment to compose herself before letting go, but Jin’an immediately cried out again, “I want to be with Senior Sister forever and ever!”

At first, Ji Weining was startled, but as she recovered, tears welled up in her eyes. She let out a helpless, strained cry, “You don’t understand anything at all.”

Halfway through her words, a pair of warm hands clasped hers. Jin’an leaned in closer, holding Ji Weining’s hand tightly and pressing her body even nearer. “Then, Senior Sister, teach me.”

Jin’an narrowed her eyes. “I learn very quickly.”

“Mm, alright.”

Teaching her junior sister.

But when it came to teaching her junior sister she had no idea where to begin or how to start.

“Let’s start by teaching me how to be intimate.”

Ji Weining broke into a violent coughing fit.

[You’re done for. You’re really done for.]

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Ji Weining’s mind raced with the thoughts.

[How do you plan to teach her?]

In the divine hall, she set down her brush with interest, waiting for an answer. A slight smile curved her lips as her gaze sharpened in clarity.

She truly had no idea how to go about it.

How could she possibly tell her junior sister that these were her own feelings? That she couldn’t take responsibility, yet still wanted to do such things with her.

Ji Weining covered her face with her hands.

“Senior Sister, do you not want to teach me after all?” Jin’an’s eyes filled with disappointment. That wasn’t what Ji Weining had intended to say.

But how was she supposed to teach something like this?

In the end, Ji Weining rummaged through her room and pulled out a few books.

How to Be Intimate Between Wives

How to Make Your Wife Feel Close to You?

“Junior Sister, read these first.” Ji Weining still couldn’t bring herself to say it aloud and simply handed the books over.

“Oh, so this is how Senior Sister plans to teach me?”

Jin’an then opened one of the books, and Ji Weining gently closed her eyes.

The scenes she had imagined didn’t appear before her. Instead, she could vaguely make out Jin’an’s silhouette, seemingly engrossed in the reading.

“So this is what intimacy means?”

“Does it really feel that good?” Jin’an leaned in closer, tugging at her own clothes. The next moment, the outer garment Ji Weining had helped her put on that morning fell to the floor.

The sight beneath was now fully exposed to Ji Weining.

In the divine hall, she closed her eyes.

Why are you closing your eyes when it’s just yourself?

[Giving you some space to handle it on your own.]

“Senior Sister, can you make me feel good?”

“I want it.”

Only then did Ji Weining notice that Jin’an’s face was flushed just like hers.

“That person once said that this kind of appearance should only be shown to the one you’ll spend your life with. But I’ve never thought about spending my life with anyone. If possible, I’d want to spend my life with Senior Sister.”

[You don’t have the time to spend your life with her.]

[It’s time for you to make a choice.]

If only I weren’t a deity, maybe things would be different.

Ji Weining murmured to herself.

[Wait until we reconnect with the Mother Goddess to consider this matter. There will be new deities to take our places.]

Let’s make a bet.

[Bet on what?]

I bet she’ll cry if I die.

[I won’t take that bet.]

Even without emotions, it’s clear she would cry.

Then I bet you’ll cry too.

[Fine.]

[What are your terms?]

If there’s a chance, give up your position as a deity. You never liked it there anyway.

She couldn’t possibly like such a place, yet she had truly forgotten why she had become a deity.

Was it really just because she loved this mortal world?

【Alright.】

Ji Weining’s hand touched Jin’an. As a deity, she clumsily tried to sever her connection with her, though she knew it was only temporary.

Since she had become human, she might as well indulge herself for once.

But was she being too selfish toward Jin’an?

“Are you really prepared?”

“Junior Sister, I cannot give you a response.”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind.”

The last piece of clothing was removed by Jin’an herself, revealing her naked form before her.

Ji Weining wasn’t unfamiliar with such acts, but it was her first time taking the lead. She knew all about the most sensitive parts of the human body, and now it was time to explore Jin’an’s.

To understand her most sensitive places.

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