The Otherworldly God I Serve Is Actually a Demon - Chapter 21.2

She wanted to pull her hand back, fearing that Jun Gongyu would continue saying those embarrassing words, but if she didn’t withdraw it, Jun Gongyu would keep licking her palm.

Jun Gongyu, of all things, had no trace of a god’s dignity in these matters. Instead, she resembled a seductive ghost that drained one’s essence, eager to devour her completely and still crave more.

“Jiaojiao, you clearly enjoyed it. Just now, toward the end, you were pressing my head down, quite actively…” Jun Gongyu looked at her, teasingly.

“Ahhh, stop talking!”

Ruan Jiao was practically steaming. She tried to get up and escape, but was pulled back by her ankle, landing in a cool embrace.

Jun Gongyu wrapped her arms around her head, pressing it against her chest, her chin resting gently on top of Ruan Jiao’s head, nuzzling softly as if holding a rare treasure.

“Jiaojiao, you cannot leave me.”

Her shy self, her passionate self, her joyful self, her longing self, her anxious self, her dependent self… all these different versions of her could only be seen by Jun Gongyu.

She could give her all the happiness in the world. But she would not allow her to leave without permission. In life, she belonged to her, and even in death a hundred years later, she would still be hers.

A forbidden and dangerous ghost, restraining her sharp edges, defying her nature, abandoning her greedy, devouring heart. Gently embracing a human she wished to embed deeply into her very being.

She wasn’t leaving; she just wanted to escape elsewhere out of shyness. Ruan Jiao whispered this in her heart, yet she felt her actions did seem like she was trying to leave Jun Gongyu.

Fine.

Though she didn’t understand why Jun Gongyu was so clingy and insecure, she still reached out to hug her back, whispering a promise in her embrace.

“I will never leave you.”

All unease vanished in that moment, replaced by a substance called satisfaction, filling the emptiness in her heart. Jun Gongyu couldn’t help but murmur softly in her ear.

“Jiaojiao, I’m so happy, Jiaojiao…”

[Is this what they call earthly bliss?]

The house was quiet, her parents already sound asleep.

Ruan Jiao was carried out of the bathroom by Jun Gongyu, dried off, and placed on the bed. Jun Gongyu fiddled with the hairdryer, seemingly trying to figure out how it worked.

Her slightly puzzled expression looked utterly adorable.

“Pfft.”

Ruan Jiao giggled softly but was caught.

Jun Gongyu gazed at her gloomily. “I clearly saw your mother using it during the day, but I can’t seem to grasp it. Am I foolish?”

Instantly, Ruan Jiao dared not laugh anymore and hurried to soothe her.

Jun Gongyu was sensitive, extremely sensitive. The slightest emotion seemed to be magnified infinitely in her.

“Darling, I laughed because I thought you were adorable. You usually seem capable of everything, so it’s rare to see you looking a bit clueless over something, it’s such a contrast. Let me teach you; this is how you use it.”

Ruan Jiao switched on the hairdryer, warm air blowing out. She demonstrated by pointing it at her own hair.

Jun Gongyu quickly learned how to use the small device. She gently stroked Ruan Jiao’s hair, carefully drying the damp strands bit by bit.

“Honey, what dynasty are you from?” Ruan Jiao asked curiously.

She knew very little about Jun Gongyu.

“I slept for a very long time. When I woke up, I had forgotten many things, even why I came into existence.”

She awoke in a haze of confusion, remembering only her own name and knowing she was a ghost. All memories of her past life were lost, leaving behind only hatred and resentment toward the mortal world. Trapped in the desolate mountains, her true form lay buried deep beneath a pagoda.

During the day, she feared the sunlight and could not appear. At night, only her solitary figure remained in the mountain wilderness.

Day after day, year after year.

Jun Gongyu gently stroked Ruan Jiao’s hair, feeling that it was almost dry, and turned off the hairdryer. She pulled Ruan Jiao down to lie beside her, wrapping her arms around her and manually closing Ruan Jiao’s eyelids.

“Sleep.”

As a ghost, she didn’t need to sleep, but Ruan Jiao was human and required sufficient rest. It was already past midnight.

This was Ruan Jiao’s first time sharing a bed with someone, yet she felt completely at ease. She naturally nestled into a comfortable position in Jun Gongyu’s embrace, quietly trying to drift off to sleep.

But not long after closing her eyes, she felt a pair of cool hands roaming over her body… Instantly, all drowsiness vanished, and she had no choice but to open her eyes and look at the culprit.

Jun Gongyu licked her earlobe, her voice low and husky. “You sleep. Don’t mind me.”

How could she not mind?

“Jun Gongyu, do you love me?” Ruan Jiao whispered.

Though it was just an ordinary name made of three simple characters, when spoken by her, it always carried a lingering, tender affection.

Compared to other forms of address, Jun Gongyu preferred hearing Ruan Jiao call her by her name. Because it was a name that belonged solely to her, and every time it was spoken, it felt like a confession of love.

“I do.”

Her cool, noble eyes were now tinged with intense desire. Her gaze was fixed only on Ruan Jiao, she was the source of all her longing.

Hearing this answer, Ruan Jiao wrapped her arms around Jun Gongyu’s shoulders and offered up her crimson lips.

“Then kiss me.”

She knew she was sensitive, even a simple kiss could easily arouse her. So, by offering her lips now, she was essentially begging Jun Gongyu to help her… There was no difference.

Jun Gongyu still remembered the first time she entered Ruan Jiao’s dreams. Back then, Ruan Jiao had clung to her just like this, insisting on a kiss.

So obedient, so sweet.

Even in the darkness, a ghost’s vision was exceptionally sharp. She could clearly see the affection in the girl’s eyes, stirred by her alone. Every part of her heart softened, filled with an overwhelming desire to hold her close, to cherish her.

She leaned down, covering those tempting red lips, her tongue tracing their shape with delicate, lingering strokes.

Jun Gongyu’s lips were cool and thin, and wherever they touched, they ignited a tingling sensation. Ruan Jiao was completely lost in the moment, her lips parting slightly, allowing the cool, wet tongue to slip inside, greedily exploring every corner.

Their breaths intertwined, hearts racing wildly. She had forgotten everything around her, only wanting to draw closer, to delve deeper.

[I love this so much.]

The hand on her waist tightened, kneading her flesh as if hinting that its owner had reached the limits of her restraint.

“Jiaojiao, I want to hold you,” came a muffled murmur between their lips.

Ruan Jiao’s dazed mind wondered, weren’t they already embracing? How else could they hold each other? Did she mean holding her even tighter?

“Okay, you can hold me a little tighter. I like the feeling of being surrounded by you,” she whispered softly.

The poor girl had no idea how much of a temptation her words were to a monster. Jun Gongyu held back again and again, restraining the urge to reveal her true nature.

She eagerly coaxed her, “Then close your eyes, okay?”

Ruan Jiao obediently shut her eyes.

In the darkness, countless pale, slender, and distinctly jointed hands emerged, from the floor, the ceiling, the walls, and the void itself.

They surged forward, vying for the closest position to the girl. They covered her body, greedily and fervently caressing, entwining… completely engulfing her.

Ruan Jiao’s vision was plunged into darkness, her heart pounding wildly. She felt a bit panicked. Because she couldn’t see, the sensations were all the more vivid.

She felt surrounded by something, tightly enveloped, with not even a single strand of her hair left untouched.

Jun Gongyu was holding her hand, pinching her earlobe, wrapping an arm around her waist, stroking her face… but what frightened her was that all these actions were happening simultaneously.

One pair of hands clearly couldn’t perform so many actions at once.

Where did the extra hands come from?

“Mmm.”

Ruan Jiao opened her mouth to call for help, but the fingers caressing her lips seized the opportunity, slipping inside.

“Jiaojiao, so warm.”

She heard Jun Gongyu whisper softly in her ear, her voice filled with immense joy.

It sounded utterly enchanting.

Ruan Jiao gave up resisting. She allowed herself to be kneaded like dough, even beginning to enjoy the feeling of being completely enveloped, so secure, as if she were being protected.

In truth, she was a timid person, but knowing it was Jun Gongyu beside her, she no longer felt afraid.

Hopelessly, she had fallen in love with her.

Whether she had approached out of genuine love or with ulterior motives didn’t matter. As long as she stayed by her side, never leaving her, she would offer everything she had to her.

Ruan Jiao was awakened by her mother’s knocking on the door.

The gentle sunlight from outside the window spilled onto her face, warm and comforting. Only then did she realize she had tightly closed the curtains last night, so Jun Gongyu must have opened them.

A ghost who disliked the sun had willingly drawn back the curtains to let the warm sunlight fill the room.

Ruan Jiao rubbed her eyes and went to open the door. Outside, Mrs. Chen was already dressed and ready, as if about to go out.

“Jiaojiao, your father is leaving today. I’m taking him to the train station, then heading to work. I transferred some living expenses to your card, if it’s not enough, just ask me. There’s breakfast on the table. Eat it before going back to sleep.”

“Okay,” Ruan Jiao nodded, then remembered something and reminded her, “Mom, the flu has been spreading lately. Remember to wear masks when you go out. If you happen to encounter anything strange, be sure to tell me right away.”

“Silly child, what strange things could happen? We’re wearing masks. We’re off now.” Mrs. Chen kissed Ruan Jiao on the forehead before hurrying out the door.

Only after the door closed did Ruan Jiao snap out of her daze. She washed up briefly and sat down to eat her breakfast.

It was only 8 a.m., still early.

Her phone on the table vibrated with a notification, someone had sent a friend request on WeChat. Opening it, she saw it was Shangguan Yun adding her. The other person’s ID and profile picture were both real-name verified, making it easy to recognize.

Ruan Jiao wanted to decline, but after a moment’s hesitation, she accepted. Shangguan Yun seemed to hold considerable influence in Jiangcheng, it was better not to make an enemy.

As soon as she accepted the friend request, a message came through from the other side.

“Classmate Ruan Jiao, would you be interested in a part-time job?”

A part-time job? What kind of part-time job? It definitely feels like it’s related to the supernatural. Ruan Jiao frowned, about to refuse, when she saw the other person send a transfer notification.

“Please accept 500 yuan.”

“It’s a very simple part-time job. How about you listen to me first before deciding whether to refuse?”

Even though she hadn’t voiced her refusal yet, the other person seemed to read her mind and cut her off in advance. So clever. This woman is too clever, but her approach to people and things is extremely goal-oriented and completely unapologetic.

How annoying.

Ruan Jiao replied with an “mm,” then tossed her phone aside. She decided to leave her hanging for an hour before responding and turned on the TV.

During that time, her phone only buzzed once, but after a long interval, the other person seemed to have sent a very long message.

“Mingming walked into the bathroom and saw a message written on the wall: When using the toilet, don’t look forward, don’t look back, don’t look left, don’t look right, and don’t look down.

So Mingming followed the instructions, but in the end, she was scared to death. How did Mingming die?”

Ruan Jiao stared at the words on the chat interface, her brow furrowing.

You ask, I answer, is this the part-time job?

She thought carefully about why Shangguan Yun had sent her this. The meaning likely had to be found within the question itself.

The question was: How did Mingming die? So she was already dead, meaning she must have encountered something. Combined with the message she saw and followed, that message was extremely tricky.

Don’t look forward, don’t look back, don’t look left, don’t look right, and don’t look down.

That only leaves looking up. Otherwise, where else could her gaze go? So Mingming must have seen something when she looked up and was scared to death.

Thinking this, Ruan Jiao replied:

“Mingming looked up and saw a ghost, and was scared to death by it.”

Shangguan Yun replied quickly.

“Correct, Classmate Ruan Jiao. Next, I’ll ask you another question. If you answer correctly, you can take the 500 yuan.”

Ruan Jiao raised an eyebrow. That’s it? What’s the difference between this and Shangguan Yun giving her money? Ask away, it’s just a supernatural-themed brain teaser.

“Given that looking up will cause you to see a ghost and be scared to death by it, what should you do to survive after already entering this bathroom?”

This question was a bit harder to answer. She pondered for a while, with just these few words, it really wasn’t easy to deduce.

The weakness of a ghost is often hidden in its method of killing. For example, a peeping ghost likes to spy on others, sneaking closer where they can’t see, so staring at it continuously can keep you alive.

The “looking-up ghost” in Shangguan Yun’s question kills you as soon as you look up. Aside from not entering the bathroom or becoming blind, there doesn’t seem to be any way to survive.

No, she was falling into a trap.

Ruan Jiao looked back at the first question. Almost everyone makes the same mistake, being led by the nose.

When doing something that requires intense focus, people instinctively think and follow along.

You can’t put a lightbulb in your mouth, you won’t be able to get it out. But every year, there are people who, after learning this fun fact, try to put a lightbulb in their mouths.

Actually, as long as you don’t put the lightbulb in your mouth, you won’t have trouble getting it out. So…

[As long as you don’t look up, you can survive. It doesn’t matter where you look, those rules about where not to look were deliberately written by the ghost for people to see, just to make them look up.]

Ruan Jiao sent the answer to Shangguan Yun.

It took a long time for the other side to reply, as if she had been busy for a while.

[Recently, there have been many supernatural incidents in Jiangcheng, including this “look-up ghost.” According to survivors, as long as you see these rules in the bathroom, it means you’ve entered the ghost’s domain. Of course, the survivor lived precisely because she refused to look up no matter what. So, you’re correct, Ruan Jiao. Very clever. The 500 is yours.]

So it really was a supernatural incident. Ruan Jiao smiled and pocketed the money. But she wouldn’t mind a few more brain teasers like this. Shangguan Yun was practically a saint.

She apologized for her earlier misunderstanding about her.

[I have another part-time job here. It’s also very simple, with a reward of 50,000 yuan. You can choose whether to take it or not.]

Ruan Jiao’s eyes widened instantly, and she counted the zeros in disbelief. Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands…

Fifty thousand? That much?

But she didn’t accept it rashly. Instead, she cautiously asked what exactly the part-time job was.

[Donate 40 units of blood.]

“Huh?”

Ruan Jiao almost thought she had misread it, but she quickly realized what was going on. So Shangguan Yun had used the 500 yuan to buy the chance to negotiate with her, then smoothly revealed her true intentions.

Ruan Jiao’s constitution was special, her flesh and blood were highly attractive to ghosts, even capable of luring hidden ghosts into the open.

So, Shangguan Yun was planning to use her blood as bait or for some other purpose. Thinking about it this way, 50,000 yuan was far too little. Moreover, exposing her flesh and blood to more ghosts might bring unexpected troubles, making it not worth the risk.

And this roundabout way of doing things, along with the feeling that a trap was waiting for her somewhere, was truly annoying.

She didn’t like the feeling of someone constantly watching her in the shadows, especially when she didn’t know what that person’s true intentions were.

[I refuse.]

After sending the message, she decided to ignore Shangguan Yun. Fortunately, the other party seemed to have some self-awareness of being disliked and didn’t send any more messages.

Special Case Department.

Shangguan Yun put down her phone and rubbed her aching temples. Her assistant thoughtfully placed a freshly brewed cup of tea on her desk and stepped back to stand by.

“What do you think of her?” Shangguan Yun asked.

The assistant pondered for a moment before replying, “Quite impressive. She doesn’t harbor fear toward ghosts, which is the hardest thing to achieve. To survive supernatural incidents, the most important thing is to stay calm, and only then can you think clearly. Whether it was the Starving Ghost incident or the Mother Ghost incident, Ruan Jiao displayed an extraordinary level of composure.”

Staying calm sounds simple, but how many people can truly remain unafraid of ghosts? Death and fear often drive people to make the most foolish instinctive reactions.

Even if someone can stay calm in the face of ghosts, there’s almost no room for trial and error. One wrong guess about a ghost’s weakness means death. Under such psychological pressure, even the calmest person can’t help but panic.

But Ruan Jiao was different. She seemed convinced she wouldn’t die, searching for the ghost’s weakness as if solving a simple linear equation, the problem might look complicated, but the answer was always just 1. Each time, she skipped the complex reasoning and went straight to the solution.

What gave her such confidence?

Shangguan Yun recalled the words of the student named Li Fang after she woke up. According to Li Fang, an entity even more terrifying than the mother ghost had appeared beside Ruan Jiao, crushing the mother ghost into dust.

That presence, Li Fang dared not look up directly, nor could she clearly hear its name.

A ghost capable of harming over twenty people had been instantly obliterated. It was truly horrifying. If not for the evidence, Shangguan Yun would never have imagined such a thing.

Her fingers lightly tapped the desk as she pondered.

A lucky girl, seemingly connected to a powerful supernatural entity, possessing a special trait that lured ghosts. If she couldn’t be recruited, she herself would become the greatest danger in Jiangcheng.

Shangguan Yun would never allow that to happen.