The Abused Heroine Stops Pretending [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 65

Tang Jing froze for a moment. Just as she continued to struggle, Wu Xingyue’s face veil slipped off, and the previously frenzied Wu Xingyue instantly regained her senses.

Tang Jing momentarily forgot to resist, staring at her in stunned silence before murmuring, “A-Yue?”

Hearing her master call her like this after nearly a century, Wu Xingyue felt both aggrieved and terrified. Yet, she still remembered how her master had once cast her out of the sect. With a mocking smile, she pinched Tang Jing’s chin and said, “My dear master, aren’t you surprised to see the disciple you expelled now serving as an elder of the demonic clan?”

Disappointment and disbelief flickered across Tang Jing’s face before settling into righteous indignation. She pushed Wu Xingyue away decisively, turning her head to avoid looking at her. Suppressed fury roughened her voice as she spat, “Get out!”

Before her identity had been exposed, Wu Xingyue would have obediently left to avoid angering her master.

But now that her master had seen through her, fear and resentment swelled within her. She dreaded that leaving now would mean an irreparable rift between them. The mere thought of such an outcome made her grit her teeth in defiance. With a provocative smirk, she sneered, “Master, I think you’ve misunderstood. Right now, you’re the one bound to me.”

“You!” Tang Jing stared at her in disbelief. The shamelessness of her once-disciplined disciple left her momentarily dazed. When her gaze met those deranged, dark eyes, her lashes trembled slightly before she lowered them, struggling to rise. “I’ll leave.”

“You!” Seeing her master’s stubbornness unchanged after all these years, Wu Xingyue was both furious and heartbroken. Like a cornered beast, she lunged forward, sinking her teeth into the flesh over Tang Jing’s heart through the fabric, growling through clenched jaws, “No!”

“Ah!” The bite was excruciating. Caught off guard, Tang Jing gasped sharply from the pain.

Yet even then, Wu Xingyue refused to let go. Only after venting her rage did she finally release her. Lowering her eyes to the darkened fabric, she looked back at her master with satisfaction, only to feel a pang of guilt upon seeing the faint furrow between Tang Jing’s brows.

“Master, I won’t let you leave. Even if I have to tie you up, I’ll keep you bound to me,” Wu Xingyue declared fiercely, gripping her arm with unshakable resolve.

“Immortals and demons walk different paths. We are no longer the same,” Tang Jing replied coolly, her gaze averted.

Wu Xingyue pressed her forehead against Tang Jing’s, madness swirling in her eyes. “What does it matter if you’re an immortal and I’m a demon? I don’t care about divine laws or master-disciple taboos. If it’s something I, Wu Xingyue, desire even the heavens themselves can’t stop me!”

Tang Jing clamped a hand over her mouth, terrified she might utter something blasphemous. Her fingers trembled this was a fear she had never shown, not even when facing the water prison, public flogging, or being cast into the abyss for penance.

Her grip was so tight the veins on her hand stood out. Staring fixedly at Wu Xingyue, she hissed through clenched teeth, “Don’t say it.”

Meeting her master’s fearful yet unyielding gaze, Wu Xingyue froze. Tang Jing was trembling, shaking with fear.

In that moment, Wu Xingyue was overcome with remorse. She cursed her own reckless words, her constant habit of making her master worry.

Yet, if the Heavenly Dao truly stood in her way, she would defy the heavens themselves.

She had already lost a hundred years, she couldn’t bear to lose any more.

Tang Jing, fearing she might speak further, warned sharply, “No more words, do you hear me?”

Wu Xingyue nodded obediently, her hand gently stroking her master’s back in reassurance, soothing her fears.

Tang Jing released her grip, only then realizing she had broken into a cold sweat. She also noticed the comforting hand on her back just as she had once soothed A’Yue in the past. Now, it was her disciple who comforted her. Even if that disciple was no longer hers, the Spirit Rain Sect Master felt an odd discomfort. Pressing her lips together, she shifted slightly, trying to escape that touch.

Wu Xingyue leaned closer, her gaze locking onto Tang Jing’s. Deliberately softening her voice into something sweet and coy, she uttered words that were anything but innocent: “Master, let’s taste the joys of intimacy, shall we? For a hundred years, I’ve dreamed of nothing but you devouring me.”

“You!” Tang Jing, startled, tried to push her away, but Wu Xingyue held her tightly, her arms like iron restraints.

Wu Xingyue loosened her sash, her eyes never leaving Tang Jing’s, her voice dripping with allure. “Every time you feasted on me, I was so deliriously happy, I never wanted to wake from those dreams.”

Tang Jing gritted her teeth as the words grew increasingly shameless. “Wu Xingyue!” she snapped, the name practically spat through clenched teeth.

Unfazed, Wu Xingyue shed her outer robe, clad only in her inner garments as she clung to her, pressing close. “Master!” With that, she sealed Tang Jing’s acupoints, leaving her unable to move or speak, her eyes wide with shock.

Wu Xingyue smiled, laying her down gently before kneeling beside her. She pulled free the hairpin, letting her tresses cascade like a waterfall, the ends brushing Tang Jing’s face, carrying a faint floral scent.

Tang Jing played her role as Su Wanqiu flawlessly, but inwardly, she was tormented. Watching her senior martial sister embody Wu Xingyue so bold, so wanton, ignited a fire within her that threatened to consume even the system itself.

Yet, as her senior teased the flames inside her, Tang Jing found herself parched with desire. Drinking the water offered to her, watching the ripples, her mind erupted with fireworks that refused to fade.

She even began to crave the next encounter.

The chirping of birds reached her ears, and a warm beam of sunlight fell across her face. Tang Jing stirred from sleep, opening her eyes only to shut them again against the brightness.

Frowning, she opened them once more, this time with clarity. Her first glance was to the side.

Last night had been fierce, and the woman who had been so wild now lay asleep, looking utterly docile.

Tang Jing raised a hand, tempted to caress her face, but at the system’s warning, she withdrew it.

When Wu Xingyue awoke to find the bed empty, her pupils contracted in alarm. Instantly awake, she scrambled out of bed in her inner robes, barefoot, and rushed outside in panic. “Master! Master!”

The mere thought that Tang Jing might have left while she slept made the sky seem to darken. Crimson crept back into her eyes until, turning her head, she spotted a flash of white in the fields behind the house. The one she feared had gone was there, basket in hand, picking vegetables.

She ran over and embraced her tightly, trembling with lingering terror, her voice shaking. “I thought you’d left.”

Suddenly being hugged, the dirt clinging to the vegetable roots smeared onto her clothes. Seeing the glaring mud stains, Tang Jing frowned slightly. Sensing her disciple trembling violently behind her, she sighed and patted the back of her hand, saying, “I didn’t leave.”

The arms around her tightened even more, squeezing Tang Jing until she could barely breathe. She had to speak again, “Let go.”

Only then did the person behind her loosen her grip and take a step back.

Tang Jing picked up the basket from the ground and walked forward a few steps. Just as she was about to bend down to pick vegetables, she noticed the person behind her following her closely, her mud-covered feet stepping through the field. In her haste, several cuts had appeared on the tops of her feet from who knows what.

Her gaze traveled upward, seeing that the other was only wearing an undergarment. Frowning slightly, Tang Jing stopped picking vegetables and stood up, saying, “Let’s go back.”

The terrifying scene from the morning had jolted Wu Xingyue completely awake. In the following days, she shadowed Tang Jing’s every step, following her wherever she went.

At first, Tang Jing tried to shoo her away, but eventually, she let her be.

After taking that first step that night, Wu Xingyue became addicted. Initially, she would still press Tang Jing’s acupoints, but later, she stopped even that.

Today, when Wu Xingyue tried to approach again, Tang Jing stopped her.

Pursing her lips, Wu Xingyue reached out to press her acupoints, but Tang Jing said, “It’s too harmful to your health.”

Wu Xingyue protested stubbornly, “I’ll buy tonics tomorrow.”

Tang Jing: “…”

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