The Otherworldly God I Serve Is Actually a Demon - Chapter 11

All morning, Ruan Jiao sat at her desk, her mind wandering.

Her head was filled with thoughts she couldn’t put into words.

Not counting the time in her dream, last night was her first kiss, and her reaction had been even more… than in the dream.

Just recalling it made Ruan Jiao flush with shame and frustration, wishing she could grab a book from her desk and knock herself out with it.

Xiang You, sitting beside her, teased mischievously, “Jiaojiao~, come on, tell me, are you in love?”

In love?

Ruan Jiao was taken aback.

Well, she supposed her current state did resemble that of a girl in love. But Jun Gongyu and she weren’t in a romantic relationship.

They were merely a deity and her follower.

That was the deity she worshipped; she wouldn’t dare overstep. If the deity enjoyed being affectionate with her, she would be overjoyed, but she knew it was ultimately just her own unrequited feelings.

Ruan Jiao shook her head in denial. “No, I’m not in love.”

“What?” Xiang You couldn’t believe it. “Then you must have a crush on someone. How could someone with a face like yours have a crush?”

Ruan Jiao felt a bit embarrassed by her words. Although she was indeed decent-looking, it was just decent, Xiang You’s view of her was completely filtered by friendship.

“Tell me, is it a boy or a girl?” Xiang You leaned in, linking arms with her as she asked.

Almost instantly, a chill spread from the spot on her wrist where the hair ribbon was tied. She quickly pulled her hand away, looking at Xiang You as if facing a great enemy.

Jun Gongyu didn’t like her having contact with others; from now on, she had to be careful to maintain social distance.

“It’s a girl, so we need to keep some distance from now on. We’re still friends, but you can’t have physical contact with me anymore.”

Xiang You looked as shocked as if she were listening to a remnant of the Qing dynasty speak. She said, hurt, “I held your hand because I like you, I didn’t mean anything else by it. I’m straight.”

Hearing this, Ruan Jiao shuddered, feeling as if her wrist was about to go numb from the cold.

Straight girls really had no sense of boundaries.

“You can’t do that anymore.”

Afraid Xiang You would be too upset, Ruan Jiao spent a long time explaining why they couldn’t hold hands or hug like other people.

In the end, Xiang You said she understood and promised not to have physical contact with her unless absolutely necessary. She was a bit scatterbrained and soon stopped worrying about it.

“Your girlfriend is really possessive, full of ghostly vibes,” Xiang You teased with a laugh.

She had been reading a supernatural romance novel about a human and a ghost, and the ghost in it acted just like this toward their lover.

Feeling the chill on her wrist fade, Ruan Jiao relaxed and casually explained, “She’s not my girlfriend.”

Immediately, the warmth on her wrist vanished, replaced by a cold even more intense than before.

Oh no, now she was really angry.

“I need to go to the restroom.”

With that, she hurriedly ran out of the classroom.

In truth, she wasn’t heading to the restroom but to the emergency fire escape on the top floor of the teaching building. It was secluded, shaded from the sun, and rarely visited by anyone.

“Divine One, are you here?”

Ruan Jiao touched the hair ribbon as she asked. She waited for a while, but no familiar figure appeared.

Could it be that she had to call her name?

Because that day, she had said not to call her name casually unless it was something important. So far, Ruan Jiao had never actually spoken those three words aloud.

Jun Gongyu being angry probably counted as something important, Ruan Jiao thought. Besides, she really wanted to see her.

So, come out and see her.

“Jun Gongyu.”

These two words had echoed in her heart many times, but only this time did she cautiously utter them aloud.

A familiar figure instantly appeared not far in front of her, her face indeed etched with an unyielding frost.

“Divine One.” Ruan Jiao joyfully ran toward her.

Little did she expect that the person she longed for did not wish to see her.

“You shouldn’t call me out so casually,” Jun Gongyu’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. “What I attach to objects is merely an avatar, not like my true form that can remain visible indefinitely. It can only manifest for at most a quarter of an hour each day.”

If she summoned her carelessly, what would she do if danger arose later?

Unless summoned, the avatar lacks the power to appear on its own. She had left it for her to use in critical moments.

“I didn’t mean to,” Ruan Jiao felt she might have caused trouble, her face paling with fright. “I just thought… you might be angry.”

She had denied their relationship to others, shouldn’t she be angry?

Jun Gongyu’s face remained cold, but upon seeing Ruan Jiao’s frightened, pale expression, her tone softened.

“I’m not angry, Jiaojiao.”

A lie, she was furious.

“I’m sorry.” Ruan Jiao lowered her head, on the verge of tears.

Jun Gongyu was so stern. She truly hadn’t known that she could only summon her for a quarter of an hour each day. She hadn’t meant to. From now on, she would be very cautious, never calling her unless absolutely necessary.

Just last night, they had been so intimate, and today she was being harsh with her.

Even if it was just the relationship between a deity and a believer, even if nothing real had happened between them, even if it was just her own unrequited feelings.

But.

She was willing to give her everything, couldn’t she be a little gentler with her?

“Why are you crying?”

Jun Gongyu stepped forward, pulling her into an embrace and softly coaxing, “Don’t cry. It’s my fault.”

Never mind. In the end, it was because she was still too weak, unable to be by her side at all times.

It was her mistake, her own lack of strength.

Ruan Jiao felt she had no backbone. Just moments ago, she was upset, but as soon as she was comforted, she felt better, clinging to Jun Gongyu and unwilling to let go.

“Since you’ve already manifested, can I call your name freely now?” she asked, her voice muffled.

Jun Gongyu paused, then nodded. “Yes.”

Ruan Jiao hugged her even tighter, whispering her name: “Jun Gongyu.”

“Hmm.”

“Jun Gongyu.”

“Hmm.”

“Jun Gongyu.”

Jun Gongyu let out a helpless sigh above her head, lifted her chin with a fingertip, leaned down, and silenced her lips.

She understood her unease, knew the meaning behind her calling her name over and over.

Ruan Jiao felt she might just die.

Jun Gongyu, could you please not be so gentle with her? She really would take advantage.

She loved being this intimate with her, but to prevent a repeat of last night’s embarrassing situation, she restrained herself and pushed her away.

Jun Gongyu’s eyes still held lingering emotions as she looked down at her, her enchanting face showing signs of unsatisfied displeasure. At this moment, she no longer seemed like a deity but more like a seductive ghost from a storybook, captivating and alluring.

“Why did you push me away?”

Her voice was slightly hoarse, tempered by the lesson of having made Ruan Jiao cry earlier, her tone still gentle.

“Didn’t you find it pleasurable?”

It was precisely because it felt too good that she had to push away. Ruan Jiao blushed, too embarrassed to voice her thoughts.

Was she too sensitive, or was Jun Gongyu too good? Why did it always happen so… quickly?

Yet she also felt that Jun Gongyu’s kissing skills probably weren’t all that great either, just a relentless tangling and nibbling on her tongue. If she were truly skilled, she wouldn’t rely on just this one technique over and over.

That meant she was just too sensitive, which was even more embarrassing to admit.

Seeing her flustered expression, Jun Gongyu could guess the reason. But she wanted to see her like this because of her…

“Jiaojiao,” she leaned in close, her voice utterly seductive, “Give it to me, won’t you?”

Ruan Jiao didn’t speak, her face and ears already flushed crimson. But her silence was precisely a form of consent.

Jun Gongyu wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing her against the wall, and continued the unfinished kiss from earlier. This time, she was gentler than before.

Here it comes again.

Ruan Jiao unconsciously gripped her collar, trembling, almost on the verge of tears.

The happy kind.

“Jun Gongyu…”

At the peak of her inability to hold back, she bit her ear and whispered her name, wishing time could freeze in this moment.

When everything settled into calm, she was held in Jun Gongyu’s embrace.

Suddenly remembering the reason for her earlier anger, Ruan Jiao asked, “Jun Gongyu, why were you angry?”

“I wasn’t angry.”

Jun Gongyu’s expression remained cold. This little liar only remembered to ask why she was angry after enjoying herself.

Hah, women.

Ruan Jiao didn’t believe her: “You’re lying. When I said you weren’t my girlfriend earlier, my hand was almost frozen off.”

“Then why did you say it?”

“I…”

Ruan Jiao lowered her head, a mix of secret delight and shyness. Jun Gongyu’s reaction made it quite clear.

“Then… are you my girlfriend?” she looked up, full of anticipation.

“No.”

“…”

Watching that little face instantly turn pale again, Jun Gongyu curled the corner of her lips and added, “In the era I was born, people generally went straight to discussing marriage. There was no stage of ‘dating.'”

Ruan Jiao blushed all the way to the base of her neck.

Jun Gongyu deliberately teased her, asking, “So I don’t like the term ‘girlfriend.’ What should you call me instead?”

“…”

“I didn’t hear you clearly.”

“Wife.” Ruan Jiao’s voice was as faint as a mosquito’s hum.