The Cold And Straight Alpha Is Always Being Flirted With By The Goddess Aunt - Chapter 24

Despite running through hundreds of decontamination protocols for Xi Zhaowan in her mind on the way over, Yan Qing’s heart raced uncontrollably once she actually arrived at the house.

She didn’t have a key. Would Xi Zhaowan be able to open the door for her?

The reality was that Xi Zhaowan’s condition left her unable and unnecessary to open it herself.

Yan Qing’s face was reflected in the display of the AI butler lock. Pressing the button urgently, she asked with a trembling voice, “Sister Wan, are you alright?”

With a “beep,” the door opened. She rushed inside, closing the door behind her. In the vast house, she frantically searched for Xi Zhaowan’s room, her mind flooded with questions:

Why did the toxin relapse? If it truly can’t be cleared, where will it spread? During the second treatment, the toxin settled in the Danhai (Sea of Elixir). Will it be deeper and more severe this time?

Yan Qing, usually steady and composed, felt a rare sense of unease. Yet, all that anxiety was miraculously replaced by a calming clarity the moment she pushed open the door and saw the woman inside.

Xi Zhaowan was dressed in a beige silk gown, her elegant curves wrapped in the delicate fabric. Her knitted brows relaxed as she murmured softly, “Qing’er, have you finally come?”

The scent of White Gardenia pheromones saturated every corner of the room.

Yan Qing stepped forward, taking Xi Zhaowan’s hand which felt like cool jade and placing an arm around her waist. A flush spread across Xi Zhaowan’s face, like clusters of red clouds at sunset.

Yan Qing touched her face, the searing heat traveled to her fingertips. Startled, she withdrew her hand. Wasting no more time, she supported Xi Zhaowan’s body, placing both hands against her back to sense her Spirit Sea.

“Qing’er… it hurts so much.”

Yan Qing felt Xi Zhaowan’s body go limp like a snake, nearly collapsing into her arms. She quickly tightened her grip and softened her voice: “Sister Wan, please hold on a little longer. Let me check your condition first.”

Xi Zhaowan had originally intended to use the “poisoning” as an excuse to bring Yan Qing over, but by a stroke of luck or misfortune, it coincided with her heat cycle. The symptoms were so intense she almost believed her toxin had actually flared up again.

Yan Qing gathered her True Qi and funneled it into Xi Zhaowan’s Foundation Base, circulating it through her body. She could find no trace of toxin. Before she could finish her search, Xi Zhaowan, who had been facing away, went limp, as if she could no longer withstand the “poison’s” intrusion.

In her panic, Yan Qing let go of her hands and allowed the drooping Xi Zhaowan to lean against her lap. Looking down, she saw that face even with eyes half-closed, it was infinitely charming. Half of her dignity had vanished, but her elegance remained.

This stern elegance reminded Yan Qing: this was Xi Zhaowan, Yan Qinghe’s aunt, a friend in this world, and a person who cared for her deeply like an elder.

But the woman on her lap was not behaving. She grabbed Yan Qing’s cold hand and pressed it against her own hot face to cool herself down.

Yan Qing’s pupils shrunk. She tried to pull back, but the woman reluctantly guided her hand across her exquisite features, the forehead, the bridge of the nose, the chin…

Finally, Yan Qing felt her fingertips being pulled toward the woman’s lips. She couldn’t tell if her fingers were catching the heat or if the red lips were burning like fire, but the flame seemed to spread to her own body.

A small tongue lightly flicked her fingertip; the woman craved the taste of Yan Qing’s pheromones.

Yan Qing’s heart skipped a beat. As her finger was being swayed and pulled toward the depths of those ruby lips just before they broke past the pearly teeth, she finally pulled back the dampened fingertip in guilt.

This was wrong, her mind was in total disarray. Her spiritual energy surged through her body, her breath was ragged as if she had run miles. Her heart throbbed with a dull ache.

Yan Qing’s mind was filled with the radiant face before her; every sensation was concentrated on that single point of heat on her finger.

She straightened her legs, secretly forming a “Stillness Seal” with one hand under the covers, reciting the Pure Heart Mantra in an attempt to ignore the woman: The pure of heart are naturally clear, the followers of the Tao forget emotion… Stillness breeds stability, stability breeds wisdom…

It was so difficult for her, but the woman was suffering even more.

“Qing’er… the poison hurts.” Neglected, the woman pouted, her aggrieved eyes brimming with tears.

Yan Qing couldn’t bear it and opened her eyes, realizing she had pulled away. She asked urgently, “Where does it hurt?”

Like a red eyed little rabbit, the woman pointed pitifully at her chest and neck.

“Qing’er, help… help me.” She looked down, ready to cry. “Like last time, okay?”

Yan Qing was shocked. Had the toxin spread to the Throat Chakra? What should she do? Did she have to transfer Qi through her mouth to pour spiritual energy into Xi Zhaowan’s throat?

It seemed it was the only way. Before a life-threatening danger, she just had to remain calm and pure, just like the previous two treatments.

But could Xi Zhaowan accept this? With such an absurd treatment method, it would be a miracle if she didn’t suspect Yan Qing’s true identity.

“Sister Wan… this treatment is just an experiment, it might not really work,” Yan Qing explained earnestly, hoping Xi Zhaowan would discard the idea.

“It doesn’t matter.” Xi Zhaowan spoke quickly. She pressed the back of her neck, feeling as though her gland was about to melt. In front of Yan Qing, she held a faint hope, a tiny spark that had been magnified the moment the girl arrived.

She likes me too, doesn’t she?

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have rushed here so quickly in worry, she wouldn’t have been so depressed when she didn’t come home, and so happy when she did.

In a haze of painful heat and passion, Xi Zhaowan thought with a flicker of hopeful joy.

Gazing into those tender eyes, Yan Qing continued her anxious explanation: “It might require mouth to mouth…” The first time was hands on the back, the second was belly to belly with the toxin potentially at the throat, this was all that was left…

Before Yan Qing could finish her stammering, she felt her head pulled forward by a pair of soft hands, and a pair of red lips were pressed against hers.

With this close contact, all thoughts of spiritual probes or treatments vanished to the back of her mind. She felt herself enveloped in an indescribable sweetness. Tending to each other repeatedly, she lost all track of time and place.

Her hands were obediently gripped by the woman, their fingers interlocking. Yan Qing’s body grew hotter and hotter. In her daze, she realized she was being kissed and enveloped by the other’s pheromones, triggering her own heat.

She had been forced into heat. By the time she realized it, she had already, without knowing how pushed Xi Zhaowan down and was playing between her lips. She forgot her purpose of transferring spiritual energy. A hundred years of cultivation and months of accumulated Qi fell silent in the face of the pheromonal heat.

The woman was infected by her passion, pressed down until she could barely breathe. She let out a soft “ngh” wanting to catch her breath, but Yan Qing, with her long breath and high cultivation, didn’t seem to need to breathe at all.

She craved Xi Zhaowan’s pheromones, tasting every bit of her lips and mouth, drinking in her sweetness.

How is Qing’er’s technique so skillful? Xi Zhaowan thought, her face flushing. Her body was so soft she felt like she was melting into the bed, being held so tightly she was being rubbed into nothingness.

Finally, Yan Qing’s pheromones were appeased, and she regained a sliver of consciousness. She opened her eyes to see Xi Zhaowan, her gaze blurred and enchanting from the “mouth to mouth” treatment.

Awkward. She hadn’t transferred any spiritual energy, but she had tasted Xi Zhaowan’s pheromones thoroughly.

She wanted to pull away, but it was too late. Xi Zhaowan seemed to have sanctioned the utmost intimacy between them.

Before Yan Qing could turn her head to flee, slender, soft hands straightened her face.

“Qing’er, look at me.”

“You’re not allowed to think about other men,” the woman murmured firmly. “Not women, either.”

How could I? She was just thinking about restoring the situation and continuing the healing.

Yan Qing didn’t know that Xi Zhaowan had grieved privately many times because Yan Qing had once marked Ji Qianqian.

“Qing’er, I seem to be in heat now.”

“Mark me, please…”

In her confused state, Yan Qing realized that her own heat had been triggered by Xi Zhaowan’s.

“Sister Wan, I… I seem to be in heat too,” Yan Qing said uncomfortably. “Should we use suppression patches or suppressants?”

“And the treatment just now… it didn’t seem to work.” Yan Qing could no longer maintain the facade. This likely wasn’t residual toxin; it was a heat cycle.

Because Xi Zhaowan’s hands were already raised, hurriedly undoing Yan Qing’s buttons.

But… she couldn’t open them. No matter how she tried, they wouldn’t come undone.

The woman was like a restless snake sliding over her, her tongue lightly flicking Yan Qing’s chin, her lips winding along her skin toward the back of her neck.

Before Yan Qing could react, she realized she had been incompletely marked.

The territory Xi Zhaowan had long coveted, the one Ji Qianqian had once visited was finally covered by her own.

A sharp sting from the teeth, the scent of White Gardenia was poured in. Yan Qing was stunned. She… had been marked again?

Unlike the disgust she felt after being marked by Ji Qianqian, amidst her panic and joy, the only difficult thought that crossed her mind was: This is Yan Qinghe’s body, I don’t want to use it to be marked by Xi Zhaowan.

“Mark me!” the woman’s voice was beyond dispute.

Yan Qing’s eyes darkened. She could never mark Xi Zhaowan. But Xi Zhaowan refused to use suppressants, and with the residual toxin still in her body, Yan Qing didn’t dare force them on her.

The woman’s hands fumbled with the shirt collar to no avail. Yan Qing couldn’t take it anymore with a “rip,” she tore open her own shirt.

The woman finally found her way to the territory she so craved.

Their necks were pressed together like a pair of intertwined white swans. Xi Zhaowan’s lips set fires all over Yan Qing’s neck, her hands trying to undo Yan Qing’s trousers. The slim trousers acted like a maiden’s seal, like a lock halting Xi Zhaowan’s movements.

Lying there, Yan Qing’s face turned visibly red. She mustered her last ounce of reason, caught the woman’s jade-like hands, and flipped the fire starting woman over. Their positions were reversed. The jade pendant hanging from Yan Qing’s neck swayed, nearly falling onto Xi Zhaowan’s face.

Xi Zhaowan’s rhythm was broken by the girl, she was pulled away from the neck, looking dissatisfied. She looked up with deep affection, wrapping her arms around Yan Qing. Her blurred vision was caught by the white jade pendant the girl wore.

She lightly touched the jade resting against the girl’s neck, her nose catching the scent, the mysterious “Snow-Cold Fragrance.”

On the jade pendant surrounded by spiritual energy, the words “Great Tao” were carved on one side “Tao,” on the other “Emotion.” It was utterly contradictory.

The scene made Yan Qing’s head spin. She took a deep breath. Her usual snow-mountain-cold aura melted away like a deity drenched in the rain of passion, looking down at the devotee who had offered her everything.

After a night of being “cared for” by the transferred spiritual energy, Xi Zhaowan’s pheromones were incredibly calmed. She was soaked from head to toe in Yan Qing’s scent.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. The first true intimacy of her life had been given to the person she loved most, even if they hadn’t gone all the way.

Xi Zhaowan was content. She felt that Yan Qing cared for her or rather, was fond of her.

With such tenderness, she turned and snuggled into the girl’s arms.

She is mine. But will I be hers?

Not anyone else’s, especially not Ji Qianqian’s.

She had made a great resolution yesterday, deciding to follow the advice her mother had given her before she passed: When you meet someone you like, muster your courage and try.

But this time, she was destined for disappointment.

Yan Qing woke up to find the “soft jade and warm fragrance” in her arms. The jade pendant was caught between them, behind the carved “Great Tao” was Xi Zhaowan’s exposed neck, covered in “strawberry” marks she couldn’t bear to look at.

They were all left by her last night. A strong sense of absurdity and irony washed over Yan Qing. Under the guise of “treatment,” she had “bullied” the other person to this extent.

Clearly, she could have meditated and controlled her own heat, as well as Xi Zhaowan’s.

But damn it, she had actually indulged herself. The words “Great Tao” stung her eyes, while the memories of last night’s passion shook her heart.

So intoxicating, yet so self-loathing.

A hundred years of the Path of the Pure Heart was it all gone in one night?

Xi Zhaowan treated her like a daughter. How could she lose control?

Even if they were both in heat, it wasn’t an excuse, because she had the power to stop it but failed her own self-discipline.

The more Yan Qing thought, the redder her eyes became.

“I’m sorry. I lost control last night.”

“I didn’t want it to be like this. I’m sorry. I’m a bastard.”

“I hope you can forgive me, Sister Wan.” She could no longer act naturally, calling her “Aunt” in the name of the original owner. What kind of niece does such things to her own aunt?

Yan Qing felt another wave of despair. She didn’t notice that as she apologized, the woman’s face grew colder and colder.

When Xi Zhaowan woke, she saw the girl half-kneeling by her bed, not even daring to hold her hand, looking pitiful and terrified as she apologized solemnly.

She had never seen the girl who was usually as pure as a lotus look so panicked. Was it only because the person she was intimate with was her?

Indeed, perhaps Qing’er simply couldn’t accept the possibility of their relationship changing. Perhaps she still couldn’t let go of Ji Qianqian.

The girl’s “consideration” made her heart ache. Clearly, she was the one who was over-affectionate, indulging herself and using her body to entice the girl, only for it to become the excuse for Yan Qing to reject her.

Using an apology to reject a love that hadn’t even been voiced.

Her heart was desolate and cold, yet she used her last bit of courage to make a final gamble for love, while gently trying to put the girl at ease.

She couldn’t help but pull the girl’s bowed head into her arms, lifting her up with tearful eyes. “Qing’er, don’t blame yourself…”

“It’s not your fault. I was the one who had… feelings I shouldn’t have had for you.” Her tone was gentle, comforting her.

Yan Qing’s ears buzzed. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if she had heard Xi Zhaowan correctly. She scrambled up, nearly bumping into Xi Zhaowan’s chin.

As if waking from a dream, yet also falling into one, she sleepwalked through putting on her disheveled shirt. Stammering, “I… I’ll go first. You… sleep well,” she vanished like a gust of wind.

Perhaps from kneeling too long, or perhaps from exhaustion.

As the girl left, she nearly tripped and fell midway.