Forced to Act out a Strange Script with a Rival - Chapter 13

The moonlight just happened to shine through the broken finger of the Virgin Mary statue…

Large tears rolled down, but they didn’t return to the real world as they had hoped.

This was very strange. Logically, tears count as bodily fluid, so the mission should have been completed.

Si Xiaoxiao was sobbing beside her, unable to stop the tears for a moment, but her expression made her look utterly pitiful: “Li, Li Ting, what’s wrong? Is your mission not completed, so we can’t go back yet?”

Unlike her usual booming voice, her crying reduced her momentum, making her sound extremely pathetic.

“I don’t know why either,” Li Ting said while contemplating, then opened her mouth in a terribly devilish way: “Don’t stop, keep going.”

“You! Are you even human!” Si Xiaoxiao wanted to curse, but her crying limited her execution.

Could it be that it’s not enough?

But she’s been crying for so long.

Li Ting decided to imitate Si Xiaoxiao and ask the system whenever she didn’t understand something: “What’s the mission progress?”

“0%” the system’s answer was still cold.

??? It’s actually zero?

Why is that? Do tears not count as bodily fluid?

Did I waste all that effort??

Do I really have to go in the ‘unmentionable’ direction?

Thinking back to the system’s mission, the requirement was to acquire the Saintess’s sacred fluid…

Li Ting suddenly felt a lightning bolt cross her mind.

How could it be considered acquired?

Just crying seems insufficient, and it seems she didn’t perform the collection step. Also, recalling the very beginning, the literal meaning of the initial task seemed to be to “defile” the Saintess, right?

A bad hunch immediately formed in Li Ting’s mind.

“System, how do you define defilement, and how do you define acquisition?”

Facing the riddle-master, asking directly was indeed the best solution.

Of course, the system wouldn’t answer every question. Only after Li Ting continuously repeated her inquiry did it finally and slowly utter a phrase: “Water/Milk/Fusion.” (A euphemism for intimate exchange).

Ah?

Li Ting thought, this R20 system is indeed quite R20.

So, she subtly looked at Si Xiaoxiao, who was still sniffling, pitiful like a little dog.

If she really went through with that, this pure, (idiot) would probably be the first to object.

Then… I’ll just have to inconvenience myself, alas.

Li Ting abruptly closed the distance between them, hooking her thumb under Si Xiaoxiao’s chin to prevent the little cat from running wild.

“You, you’re going to…”

Si Xiaoxiao was indeed startled. Her clear eyes, amplified by astonishment, became even brighter.

Before she could utter any mood-killing words, a dense kiss suddenly landed on her cheek.

The tears that had just rolled onto her cheek were intercepted. When Li Ting’s tongue touched the drop of tear, Si Xiaoxiao’s eyelashes fluttered like a shot butterfly.

She instinctively shrank back, but her lower back was pressed against the cold edge of the table. With nowhere to retreat, she was left to the mercy of her aggressor.

“Don’t move.”

Li Ting issued orders decisively, like a high-and-mighty queen. Her lips pressed against the tear stains. Since it was desecration, a conquest of territory was inevitable.

Si Xiaoxiao’s breath froze. She subconsciously closed her eyes. The wicked invader brought the soft moisture onto her eyelashes, causing a shiver.

The moonlight happened to pass through the broken finger of the Virgin Mary statue, pinning their overlapping shadows onto the mottled, old wall.

As the wind picked up, rose petals fell like heavy rain through the window lattice, landing in the girls’ hair.

“Cry out a little more water,” Li Ting’s voice was gentle, with a hint of seductive persuasion.

“You’re, you’re a pervert!” Si Xiaoxiao snapped, lifting her leg to kick, but it was pinned down by Li Ting’s knee. New tears welled up and hung on her lashes.

This time, Li Ting directly leaned down, her nose practically touching her reddened eyelids.

It was evident that while Si Xiaoxiao cursed, she was indeed a creature made of water. She had just cried a while ago, but now, with just a slightly more forceful kiss, tears flowed immediately, unstoppable.

Li Ting couldn’t deny that her own twisted pleasure was kicking in. Kissing Si Xiaoxiao was like kissing a kitten—flailing and resisting, yet when kissed, she was truly incredibly soft.

She spoke under the guise of righteousness, crushing the little cat’s final resistance: “It’s for the mission, too.”

“Ngh… woo woo woo, then hurry up,” Si Xiaoxiao’s toes curled under the holy robe. The sash suddenly tightened, and the dark-gold thorny pattern coiled around Li Ting’s wrist like a snake, seemingly the final counterattack of divine authority.

“Trust me, okay?”

Li Ting held the glittering moisture in her mouth, like a raptor carrying a dying butterfly. Her teeth pressed against the skin but did not break it, using only the warmth of her lips to bake the tear into a small patch of salt frost.

The warm sensation spread from the corner of the eye to the cheekbone, down the tear marks, grazing her lip corner, but deliberately avoiding that soft area left for the taking.

They’re rivals, after all! Kissing the face and tears is torment, but kissing the mouth? What would that be!

Si Xiaoxiao crumpled the front of Li Ting’s black robe, her mind in chaos.

The sound of Li Ting’s tongue licking away the tears was very slight, but her lips were softer than expected. The licking was as meticulous as polishing a dust-covered trophy; even the path of the tear marks was strictly controlled.

The moonlight was gradually swallowed by dark clouds. The sound of rattling chains mixed with suppressed breathing. The ruined Virgin Mary statue smiled in the shadow. Many roses fell onto their overlapping robes. The water stains that bloomed on the fabric—it was impossible to tell if they were un-dried tears or someone’s uncontrolled sweat.

The entire church began to pixelate and disintegrate. The sound of gears turning echoed again from afar.

The electrical sound pierced through time and space.

[Next time, I won’t let you complete the mission so easily.]

When Si Xiaoxiao returned to the lounge, she immediately felt as if an eon had passed. She gave Li Ting a strange look but dared not truly meet her eyes.

Then, she immediately turned around and, with a shifty gaze, asked her little assistant: “Are all our things packed? Let’s go.”

The assistant was somewhat at a loss. Why did Sister Xiaoxiao, who was just moments ago at loggerheads and on the verge of a fight with the other party, suddenly change?

And now she’s ready to leave??

However, she was a professional assistant and had enough wit. She immediately grabbed the bag, only to find her sister had vanished.

Where did my big sister go?

Did she run outside the dressing room??

Why does it feel like my sister is… running away?

The assistant quickly threw the bag over her shoulder and ran out, only to see her sister squatting by the roadside, her whole body buried in her knees. The tall, beautiful woman was curled into a ball, seemingly in low spirits, and it was unclear what was wrong.

“Sis? Where are we going next?”

“Home! Sleep!” Si Xiaoxiao answered sullenly from within the ball.

The little assistant chased after Si Xiaoxiao: “Sister Xiaoxiao, Director Yan seems to have invited you over for dinner. Are we not going again?”

There was a reason why Si Xiaoxiao, as a beautiful vase actress, could continue to safely work in the industry despite starring in so many bad dramas.

Yan Yun had always protected her and even continuously fed resources to Si Xiaoxiao.

Si Xiaoxiao’s family was not wealthy, and her household was simple—just a family of three who were exceptionally good-looking.

Yan Yun, with her keen eye, brought her into the entertainment industry and was like a second mother to Si Xiaoxiao.

However, because Si Xiaoxiao truly lacked acting talent, the more she tried to prove her ability to her mentor, the more things went wrong.

Thus, Si Xiaoxiao visited Yan Yun less and less. She was genuinely afraid of seeing a look of disappointment on her mentor’s face.

Recalling the assumptions Li Ting made in the instance world, Si Xiaoxiao felt suffocated.

“I’ll go tomorrow.”

After returning home, Si Xiaoxiao felt physically and mentally exhausted. Far too many things had happened that day, pressing down on her and making it hard to breathe.

First, trending with her arch-rival, being bound to a strange system, entering the Succubus instance world, exchanging variety shows, and then entering the instance world again…

Such a day was simply too tiring.

And from the system’s tone, it seemed there would be a next time…

I must find a way to stay as far away from Li Ting as possible.

It’s not that I’m afraid of her, I just simply find her troublesome!!

Night fell. Si Xiaoxiao was a rare good kid in the industry. Her nighttime activities, aside from a full set of body care and beauty treatments, were limited to sleeping.

The most basic requirement for maintaining beauty was ensuring adequate sleep.

Si Xiaoxiao rarely dreamed. Perhaps the day was too exhausting, and too many memorable things had happened.

She had a dream.

In the dream, light and shadow flickered wildly, like a spilled palette. Various fragmented scenes popped up, with the messy events of the day becoming a distorted backdrop.

Then, without warning, Li Ting’s face was clearly right in front of hers.

Not the cold, slightly mocking, antagonistic Li Ting she encountered in reality.

But closer to the Li Ting of today.

The Li Ting in the dream… her eyes were a little deep, a little heavy, as if hiding something she couldn’t understand.

The story of the Saintess and the Desecrator was enacted once more.

They were very close, so close that Si Xiaoxiao could see her lowered eyelashes, and… her slightly pursed, beautifully shaped lips.

To complete the mission, Li Ting should have proceeded to kiss away the tears on her face.

But the dream unfolded differently.

Si Xiaoxiao’s heartbeat suddenly went out of control in the dream, thumping against her ribs.

A strange, slightly panicked surge of emotion rose up inexplicably.

Then, the Li Ting in the dream leaned in, even closer. Her warm breath drifted lightly across Si Xiaoxiao’s lips.

Si Xiaoxiao wanted to hide, but her body felt nailed down, unable to move. She could only watch helplessly as that soft shadow descended—

A peculiar sensation came over her lips.

Warm, soft, carrying an indescribable, distinctively Li Ting clear scent.

It was like a feather lightly brushing past, yet also like a subtle electric current, instantly numbing her fingertips.

There was no anger, no embarrassment in the dream.

Only a strange feeling that made her heart tremble and her body go limp, enveloping her like warm water, yet also making her inexplicably flustered.

After that, their bodies shrank together, their faces becoming younger, as if they had returned to the summer when they filmed Copper Sparrow’s Hell.

The youthful admiration for her older sister burst forth, uncontainable.

At that time, she hadn’t fully understood, but liking was liking, and it couldn’t be hidden.

As adults, that admiration was suppressed and distorted. They took opposing stances due to their own interests, and the pure affection became tainted with bitterness, twisting into a deep, intense hatred.

“Ngh…” Si Xiaoxiao unconsciously hummed in the dream, her body slightly tense.

The next second, she sprang up as if she had been scalded, sitting up in bed and panting heavily.

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