System, You Didn't Say the Villain Can Read Minds! - Chapter 44

Chapter 44

◎Kiss Her Kiss Her Kiss Her Kiss Her!◎

Heart Devil.

A cultivator, if they act improperly or feel guilt, will have an unstable Dao Heart and breed a Heart Devil.

If the Heart Devil is not eradicated before reaching Nascent Soul stage, it will result in a Demonic Nascent Soul, leading to falling into the Demonic Path and a complete change in temperament.

Yun Wenzhou initially just realized she liked her Master, which wasn’t strange. Master deserved to be liked by everyone.

But when she removed her clothes, imagined what she shouldn’t have imagined, and realized how shameless it was, a strong sense of guilt arose in her heart, alongside a conflicting impulse—the Heart Devil.

She is my Master. I should respect her. I shouldn’t be…

It’s just thinking about it in your head. No harm done. What is there to reflect on?

If Master finds out, she will kill me!

What if she likes me too? How will you know if you don’t try?

No, it’s impossible! I can’t! I dare not gamble… What if Master hates me…

There are many ways to keep a person by your side. Once my cultivation is higher than hers, even if she hates me, she won’t be able to leave me!

No, I don’t want Master to hate me!

“Ah!”

Mo Jiu’s whip landed on Yun Wenzhou’s beautiful back, leaving a shocking bloody welt and eliciting a short cry.

The cry gave Mo Jiu goosebumps, inevitably recalling Yun Wenzhou on the bed in the previous world…

The intention behind making this world’s Yun Wenzhou strip for “punishment” was to avoid ruining her clothes.

But now, Mo Jiu didn’t know who she was punishing.

Every visual contact with that skin, every passionate kiss of the whip on the fresh blood, was like a demon whispering in her ear.

She is also Yun Wenzhou.

Why won’t you admit it? She is also Yun Wenzhou.

You can also be intimate with her…

Of course not!

The System was right, or rather, the part of the Library that created the System was right. Memory follows the soul; the soul is where the memory is.

Mo Jiu didn’t love Yun Wenzhou’s body… not just her body, but also her soul.

She loved Yun Wenzhou’s strength and endurance, and she also loved her madness and obsession.

She had despised her ruthlessness and recklessness countless times, yet the longer they were apart, the more vivid her memory became.

Like strong liquor, nothing happens when you drink it. You might even find it bitter and burning like plain water, not tasty at all, but the aftereffect is strong, making you dizzy, heart racing, body heating up, and then spiraling out of control.

You are not her.

No matter how similar, you are not.

I can be soft-hearted toward you. I can indulge you and spoil you, because you are my disciple.

But I can never love you.

Because my Xiaozhou is still waiting for me to resurrect her.

Mo Jiu forced herself to calm her mind, striving for absolute precision in both the location and force of every whip stroke.

Just like handling a piece of art.

Only when every whip is precise enough can the meridians be cleared better.

A sudden inner voice overpowered Yun Wenzhou’s internal struggle.

Her fragmented inner world united because of Mo Jiu’s inner voice.

Her emotions were stabilized, and only one thought remained in her mind.

So Master is whipping me not to punish me, but to clear my meridians… Master is so kind to me. Master seems cold, but she is actually a gentle person.

I like Master even more.

Whip after whip. With every strike, Yun Wenzhou’s body trembled, accompanied by either suppressed or released cries.

For the first clearing, twenty-five strikes, not many, but definitely not few.

Yun Wenzhou’s back, including the area near her buttocks, was marked with vivid red streaks from the whip, a shocking sight.

To prevent her from staining her clothes and to prevent infection, Mo Jiu took a sterilized cloth from her spatial ring and covered her.

Then she took out the already prepared bruise-healing pill.

System: OOC warning.

Mo Jiu: “…”

Mo Jiu sneered, walked in front of Yun Wenzhou, and showed her the medicine bottle: “Do you know what this is?”

It’s a bruise-healing pill.

“This disciple does not know,” Yun Wenzhou said, pretending ignorance despite hearing Mo Jiu’s inner voice, and pulling the cloth tighter around herself.

“It is a bruise-healing pill,” Mo Jiu said. “Your performance today disappointed me. I would sooner throw this medicine away than give it to you.”

She then tossed the medicine bottle onto the ground.

[She should pick it up, right? Will she? The thing I threw away can be picked up, right?]

“Get out.” Mo Jiu turned and quickly entered the room, moving quickly for fear that if she was a moment slower, Yun Wenzhou would ignore the medicine and really leave.

Yun Wenzhou originally felt she was too ashamed to pick it up, but…

Master intentionally threw it to me.

Master not only personally helped me clear my meridians but also granted me medicinal pills.

How can Master be so good?

Doesn’t this make me… even more unworthy?

Yun Wenzhou held the medicine bottle to her chest, a mix of emotions swirling inside her.

The Heart Devil quieted down for a while, like a child who was tired of playing and sat motionless in a corner.

But Yun Wenzhou knew it was still there. It wouldn’t disappear.

As long as her love for Master didn’t disappear, it wouldn’t disappear.

If she succumbed to the Heart Devil, she would fall into the Demonic Path. That would surely disappoint Master…

But there were only two ways to eradicate the Heart Devil.

One: Sever the threads of love.

Two: Kill the beloved person.

Either make the love disappear, or make the beloved person disappear.

Yun Wenzhou couldn’t do either.

“Master… what should I do?”

After Mo Jiu returned to her room, to prevent her mind from wandering, she began studying the cultivation technique created by her counterpart in this world—the Water Moon Sword Art.

The name was chosen because the core of the technique was “Reflection in the Water, Flowers in the Mirror.” Nine out of ten moves were deceptive tricks, and even frontal attacks looked like sneak attacks.

Attacking by deception? Truly worthy of being a technique she created…

After studying it, Mo Jiu wanted to practice in the courtyard.

Her residence was in a beautiful garden, with an area specifically cleared for sword practice—the same area where Yun Wenzhou had just been punished.

However, the moment Mo Jiu opened the door, she was stunned because—a person was lying motionless on the ground. They had probably been unconscious for some time.

Who else could this person be but Yun Wenzhou?

Mo Jiu: System! Why didn’t you tell me she passed out!

System: She won’t die.

Mo Jiu: You.

Mo Jiu suppressed her anger, took a few steps to Yun Wenzhou’s side, and carefully lifted her into a bridal carry.

System: OOC…

Mo Jiu: Say one more word, I dare you?

System: “…”

System: The original host, though arrogant, genuinely regarded both the protagonist and the villain as her disciples. Based on this setting, appropriate rescue behavior will not be classified as OOC.

Mo Jiu: That’s more like it.

Mo Jiu carried Yun Wenzhou into the room and directly placed her on her own bed.

Just then, the medicine bottle slipped from Yun Wenzhou’s hand, hitting the floor with a soft sound.

Then came the sound of “roll, roll, roll.”

Mo Jiu: She didn’t take the medicine?

System: No.

Mo Jiu “Tsk’d,” picked up the medicine bottle and placed it aside. She immediately exchanged for a bottle of healing potion from her spatial ring, intending to feed it to Yun Wenzhou.

To prevent her from choking, Mo Jiu had to prop her up in a position where she was leaning against her chest to feed her.

However, the unconscious Yun Wenzhou had no swallowing reflex. The red potion flowed out along the corner of her lips as soon as it was poured in.

Mo Jiu “Tsk’d” again. After pouring more in, she immediately used one hand to lift Yun Wenzhou’s chin and the other to cover her mouth.

The potion reached her throat. The instinct to swallow replaced the conscious reflex, and the long-awaited “glug” sound finally occurred. Mo Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because she didn’t drink the entire bottle of potion, Yun Wenzhou’s injuries were not completely healed.

But no other medicine was needed.

Water spiritual roots all possess some degree of self-healing power. The current Yun Wenzhou still had a Water spiritual root, so her recovery speed was much faster than the average person’s.

Mo Jiu helped her lie down, covered her with a blanket, and only after doing all this did she remember—she is not Yun Wenzhou.

At that moment, she felt like she had been struck by lightning.

What have I done…?

Although she hadn’t done anything major, but…

Her chest felt heavy.

If she couldn’t spoil her as Yun Wenzhou, could she still care for her as Yun Wenzhou?

It was still a substitute. It was still a betrayal.

However, she had to admit that while feeding the Yun Wenzhou of this world, Mo Jiu felt like the emptiness in her heart was being filled.

She was being redeemed.

It felt as though being kind to her was being perceived by her.

But that’s impossible… isn’t it?

Yun Wenzhou…

Mo Jiu knelt by the bedside, leaning over the edge of the bed.

Since arriving in this world, she hadn’t cried. Although she had never truly cried with genuine emotion in the previous world either, this was different.

She was only able to come to this world because she died. Her death meant her Xiaozhou also died.

She knew she was dead, yet she wasn’t extremely sad. Perhaps because she hadn’t personally seen her corpse?

But in this moment, suddenly realizing that she would never come back… would never appear before her again… would never hug her from behind, lovingly resting her head on her shoulder, biting her ear.

Never again.

No more beautiful memories, no more difficult memories, would ever be added.

It wouldn’t happen.

Her Xiaozhou was… gone.

A soft sob sounded in the relatively small space. The only one who could hear it was the System, observing the world from an unknown perspective.

System: “…”

How should it tell her that the same soul can possess different memories, and that these memories can be merged?

When Yun Wenzhou woke up, it was already late.

There was no candlelight in the room, only moonlight slipping in from the window. Although the light was dim, it didn’t prevent her from seeing everything clearly.

She saw a person sleeping, resting their head on the edge of her bed, breathing evenly.

Before she could see clearly, the Heart Devil provided the answer: It’s Master. This is Master’s room.

She had recovered, and her Heart Devil had also recovered.

They were fundamentally the same person, sharing the same soul.

Yun Wenzhou carefully sat up from the bed.

The blanket fell away, revealing her uncovered body… but not only were there no new injuries on her, even the old ones were gone.

She quickly pieced things together—I collapsed in Master’s courtyard. Master carried me in, healed my wounds, gave me her bed, and stayed by the bedside to watch over me.

Does Master like me too?

No, no, no. Master only pities her disciple.

But last time Ye Lan was severely injured, Master didn’t even give her a bottle of medicine.

That’s… that’s because…

She couldn’t think of a reason, and she didn’t want such a reason to exist in the first place.

She wanted to be special.

She wanted all of Master’s tenderness to be for her alone.

Master’s hair is so beautiful. What does it feel like?

Yun Wenzhou reached out and lifted Mo Jiu’s hair, feeling the sensation of it slipping through her fingers. Her heart felt ticklish.

She unconsciously raised the corner of her lips, and her gaze fell upon Mo Jiu’s lips.

[Master’s lips are so lovely. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss them?]

Yun Wenzhou cautiously climbed out of bed, moving closer to her Master. She wanted to be closer, and closer… but stopped abruptly when she truly felt Master’s breath.

No! This is her Master!

So what?

This is taking advantage of her while she is defenseless! This is not the action of the Righteous Path!

Righteous Path? Hahahahaha! Since the moment you fell for Master, you are no longer qualified to speak of the “Righteous Path”!

You’re going to fall into the abyss sooner or later anyway. Why not sink completely now?

Kiss her!

Kiss her kiss her kiss her kiss her kiss her!

The Heart Devil grew wildly, like a rising tide, destroying and swallowing Yun Wenzhou’s will, leaving her with only the instinct to kiss.

However, just as she was about to kiss her, Mo Jiu suddenly opened her eyes and asked expressionlessly: “What are you doing?”

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