Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 57

Elder Yu refused to let them enter Yun-Meng-Ze to find the person, while Dean Xuan had already received the Ant King’s formal complaint and granted them three days to search.

“If it wasn’t Mu Liu, who else could it be?” Xiao Jiu couldn’t understand and directly lay back onto a cloud pile.

Finding no success in the search, the group returned to the summit of the clouds.

“Elder Yu won’t be biased; Mu Liu should indeed be in Yun-Meng-Ze for these three days,” Zhao Chen sat cross-legged, placing the Qin she always carried on her lap.

“Qingyun Academy has hundreds of students. Excluding those out on missions to subdue demons with the Elders, there are only a few dozen remaining in the Academy. We can request a student roster from Elder Yu. By eliminating these people, we can use the residual fragrance of the Bodhi Tree to find the arsonist.”

Xiao Jiu flipped over and sat up. Her hand had transformed into a large cat’s paw, extending and blooming in front of the group.

“Great idea!”

Xiao Jiu high-fived Ling Guang with her paw, then turned to signal Lan Shanjun.

Lan Shanjun looked at the giant cat paw, eager to try touching it. She had touched a kitten’s paw before, but never one this big.

Her outstretched hand was intercepted mid-air. Cang Wu directly bypassed Lan Shanjun and grasped Xiao Jiu’s paw from the other side.

The strange posture almost had Cang Wu leaning into Lan Shanjun’s embrace. Xiao Jiu was stunned for a moment, then felt a sudden sharp pain in her paw. She pulled back but couldn’t withdraw it.

“It truly is a great idea,” Cang Wu smiled and squeezed Xiao Jiu’s paw, unscrupulously secretly channeling the Four Directions Aura (Sifang Qixi) into it. This forced the young White Tiger, which had merely transformed casually, to revert its paw back.

The Four Directions Aura influenced each other. With Cang Wu’s body blocking the view, Xiao Jiu watched in person as her paw changed back to a hand, while the hand that held hers tightly slowly sharpened and sharpened until it became a dragon’s claw.

The transformation happened in an instant. Cang Wu smiled kindly at Xiao Jiu, and with the other hand, she hooked onto her Senior Sister’s shoulder to leverage herself up.

Although Lan Shanjun was a bit disappointed she didn’t get to touch the big cat paw, Cang Wu’s sudden action sparked a flicker of satisfaction and joy in her heart.

Regardless of the emotion, Lan Shanjun felt Cang Wu’s concern—a constant, unwavering concern.

Xiao Jiu stared with wide-open eyes for a long time. She even began to wonder if she had hallucinated.

Meanwhile, Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng had already agreed to go ask Elder Yu for the roster.

The sun set in the west, and the night was drawing to a close.

The others had also returned to their Cloud Residences (Yunjū), waiting for the roster that Ling Guang and the others would bring the next day before taking further action.

Speaking of which, Lan Shanjun didn’t recognize which Cloud Residence was hers, so she had to follow Cang Wu back.

Returning to the Cloud Residence, Lan Shanjun recognized it as the room where she had woken up after fainting on the three-thousandth step. She thought Cang Wu was quite considerate, knowing to bring her, her Senior Sister, back first.

Just as she was about to thank her, Lan Shanjun looked up to see Cang Wu already removing her outer robe.

Lan Shanjun: “!??”

“What are you doing?”

Cang Wu draped the removed outer robe over the cloud rack nearby and looked over in confusion: “Resting.”

Lan Shanjun moved her lips: “Shouldn’t you go to your own Cloud Residence?”

Cang Wu’s eyes shifted slightly. The hand fastening her sash slowed down, her gaze fixed intently on Lan Shanjun, and she softly said: “But Dean Xuan arranged for Senior Sister and me to share a room.”

Lan Shanjun’s eyes widened abruptly. She opened her mouth, unsure what to say. There shouldn’t be a shortage of space in the Cloud Residences; why would Dean Xuan assign them together?

Cang Wu sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over with one hand supporting the bed. Her collar was loose, revealing half of her delicate collarbone. Her eyes seemed rounder and clearer than usual, appearing incredibly innocent and guileless.

“Senior Sister, aren’t you coming over?”

Lan Shanjun’s throat bobbed. Her gaze shifted from Cang Wu’s face to her porcelain-white neck, and then she quickly turned aside. Although she viewed Cang Wu as a junior sister and shouldn’t harbor any other thoughts, that face was truly beautiful—from her eyebrows to her lips, it perfectly matched her preferences.

“Cang Wu, we can’t…”

“Can’t what? Can’t sleep together?” Cang Wu stood up, walked in front of Lan Shanjun, “But we’ve slept together before.”

Lan Shanjun stammered: “No… it’s different now.”

Back then, Cang Wu was a child and didn’t say anything strange; of course, they could sleep together without burden. But she liked women! Especially beautiful women. Cang Wu had also said ambiguous things to her. Lan Shanjun was now afraid she couldn’t control herself.

Besides the guilt, she was also afraid. What if she ended up like Qiu Shui? What would she do? What would Cang Wu do?

“We can’t,” Lan Shanjun looked up at her and said earnestly: “Cang Wu, until you clearly recognize what your feelings for me are, we cannot sleep together.”

It was a warning to Cang Wu, but also to herself.

Disappointment flashed in Cang Wu’s eyes. She turned around and took out another set of bedding from the wardrobe, spreading it out by the bedside.

“Then Senior Sister sleep on the bed.”

Cang Wu huddled in her bedding, bundling herself up. The girl, whose stature was already almost the same as hers, looked so tiny curled up in the covers, appearing quite pitiful.

Lan Shanjun pursed her lips, feeling a pang of heartache as she looked at her.

She wasn’t sleepy yet, so Lan Shanjun sat down to meditate beside Cang Wu. She patted the little bundle in the quilt.

“Cang Wu.”

The huddled form moved slightly, and a muffled sound came through: “Already sleeping.”

Lan Shanjun chuckled, then spoke about the serious matter: “Cang Wu, are you a demon?”

The quilt was suddenly flung open. Cang Wu sat up, her hair slightly messy, staring intently at her Senior Sister.

“Don’t be so nervous. What if you are a demon?” Lan Shanjun’s voice was gentle, fearing that a harsh tone would make Cang Wu feel discriminated against.

“Senior Sister, will you be afraid?” Cang Wu asked cautiously.

Lan Shanjun had seen Cang Wu’s demon form—seen her scales, her horns, and those vertical pupils. Perhaps there was a little fear, but not too much.

After hesitating, Lan Shanjun shook her head.

“Good. Then Senior Sister, watch me.”

Cang Wu finished speaking, closed her eyes, and her pupils contracted into thin slits. Scales appeared layer upon layer around her eyes, and even down her neck, thin, soft scales covered her skin. Following that, two small horns emerged from the sides of her forehead.

The partially transformed Cang Wu had slightly curly hair that was the same cyan color from root to tip. Her pupils and scales were a light cyan. Limited by the restriction set by Dean Xuan, Cang Wu could only manifest this far and could not fully shapeshift.

Lan Shanjun’s eyes did not blink. Her slight shock turned into curiosity. She couldn’t resist reaching out to touch the scales near Cang Wu’s eyes and those two small horns.

Cang Wu slightly lowered her head, allowing the woman to touch her forbidden areas. The innate arrogance of the Azure Dragon bloodline did not allow outsiders to touch their fragile scales, and the horns were absolutely not to be touched casually. Cang Wu was waiting with anticipation, hoping her Senior Sister would like her true form as much as she liked those fluffy things after touching them.

“Snakes don’t have horns, right?” Lan Shanjun’s fingertips touched the still-rounded edge of the horn, failing to notice the blush rising on Cang Wu’s face and the hands tightly gripping the bedding in forced restraint.

“Not a snake,” Cang Wu seized the opportunity to let out a cool breath. She raised her eyes to look at her Senior Sister. “Only dragons have horns.”

“Dragon?” Lan Shanjun had no concept of the Dragon species. In her original world, dragons were also a national symbol, a sacred existence. Come to think of it, this world did have dragons, in the Azure Dragon Hall (Qinglong Dian).

“Dragon, Azure Dragon?”

Cang Wu nodded.

Lan Shanjun blurted out: “Then you are from the Azure Dragon Hall?” Based on her current understanding of the Four Directions bloodlines, these four were precious, protected existences among demons; wild ones shouldn’t exist. Then what about Cang Wu?

“I am not,” Cang Wu’s tone became lower, and her emotions dropped accordingly.

Lan Shanjun suddenly remembered that Cang Wu had mentioned being abandoned by her mother earlier, and immediately stopped speaking.

“I have a Senior Sister and a Master in Yang Valley (Yanggu). I am from Yang Valley,” Cang Wu clasped her hands tightly.

Lan Shanjun’s hand was still resting on the horn, so she followed the tip of the horn to the root, intending to soothe Cang Wu’s emotions.

Cang Wu’s body instantly stiffened. She suppressed the reflexive urge to dodge, raised her eyes, and looked at Lan Shanjun with an ambiguous expression.

Lan Shanjun was stunned by that look and subconsciously pressed down on the horn: “What’s wrong?”

A spark can start a prairie fire. The estrus period suppressed by the restriction was easily ignited. Cang Wu smelled the aura of the same origin on the woman again. She couldn’t help but move closer, only to be stopped by a finger pressing against her forehead.

“Senior Sister, I feel a bit uncomfortable,” Cang Wu hummed softly, pushing her horn against the finger. A tingling current shot from her nape straight to her waist in an instant.

Cang Wu went limp and collapsed softly. Lan Shanjun started in alarm and quickly reached out to catch her.

The body in her arms was frighteningly hot. The slight hesitation in Lan Shanjun’s heart instantly vanished.

“Cang Wu? Cang Wu!?”

“Hiss—”

The spot where she had been bitten earlier suddenly throbbed with a burning pain. Lan Shanjun frowned. She reached up to touch it; even through her clothes, she could feel the scorching heat at that spot. What was happening?

Fortunately, the burning pain was mild. Lan Shanjun endured the pain and lifted Cang Wu onto the bed.

Almost the moment Cang Wu touched the bed, Lan Shanjun felt a wave of heat sweep over her body, engulfing her completely.

Her arms braced against the edge of the bed, Lan Shanjun slowly slid down, her breathing beginning to deepen. Leaning against the bed, she couldn’t help but reach out and pull open her collar for air. However, the scorching heat seemed to penetrate every inch of her flesh; the cool breeze sneaking in from the opening of her collar did nothing to solve her current predicament.

“Damn it!”

Lan Shanjun cursed under her breath, a layer of mist forming in her eyes.

She wanted it. Whether in her original world or in this current body, she was past the age of ignorance. And she had always been unrestrained with her body; of course, she knew what that unspeakable desire was. She urgently wanted closer touch and comfort, wanted lingering intimacy, wanted more.

It was estrus, but it wasn’t her estrus; it was that snake demon’s.

Her fingers traced from her cheek to her neck; the numbness mixed with a slight itch amplified the desire, and her fingertips reached her waist but hesitated to go lower. Lan Shanjun maintained her last shred of reason, her breathing deepening again and again.

Why? Why was this time different from before? In Yang Valley or the Sleepless City, the previous two estrus periods hadn’t brought such intense desire. Back then, she felt like she was being burned by fierce fire, with raging flames consuming her internal organs—it was extreme pain. But now, it was an uncontrollable lust, a powerful sexuality that did not belong to a human falling upon her.

Her body not receiving comfort, Lan Shanjun let out a sound from her nose resembling a sob. She tilted her head back, sweat soaking her collar and clinging to the spot of the bite mark. She raised her arm and bit down hard on her thumb, including the palm, her teeth sinking deeply into the flesh. The sweet, fishy smell entering her nostrils brought a brief moment of clarity.

She remembered the Valley Master of Yang Valley saying that her Master had urged her to break through realms quickly precisely to suppress the next estrus. She had now broken through to the Bright Soul Realm (Ming Hun Jing); perhaps she could suppress it with spiritual power.

Lan Shanjun sat cross-legged and immediately circulated her spiritual power without hesitation.

However, before she could complete one orbit, a hand reached out from behind her, circled her neck, and lifted her chin.

Lan Shanjun looked up and saw Cang Wu’s face from the bottom up.

It was the appearance she loved most.

Heat instantly rushed up from her chest. In a moment of being overcome by sight, Lan Shanjun reached out, grabbed Cang Wu’s collar, and yanked the person down fiercely.

Their lips pressed together, eliciting a soft sigh. Lan Shanjun kissed lightly, completely lost in those eyes.

Cang Wu was slightly clearer than before; she wasn’t suffering as much. Now, being kissed by her Senior Sister, surprise and joy mixed with worry. As a warm, smooth tongue explored her mouth, Cang Wu’s palm exerted sudden force, and the two separated, their foreheads touching. She looked down at the bewildered Lan Shanjun and said hoarsely: “Senior Sister.”

Lan Shanjun had tasted sweetness and was unwilling to let her go. The desire burning in her heart made her teeter precariously on the edge of rationality. She turned, directly pressing down on Cang Wu’s shoulders, then took Cang Wu’s hand and placed it on her own cheek.

“Hot, uncomfortable…”

Cang Wu sensed something was wrong. She gripped the woman’s wrist with one hand and channeled her spiritual power inside.

Her eyes instantly widened. She had finally found the aura of the Origin Power.

Her gaze dropped past the woman’s loosened collar, and Cang Wu saw that bite mark. At this moment, the small scar was radiating the same aura as hers. Cang Wu looked in disbelief at the person pressing down on her.

Did she bite this?

Cang Wu tried hard to recall the events before she was brought to Yang Valley by Dong Jun. In the secret realm generated by the East Emperor Bell (Dong Huang Zhong), she had been sealed beneath the cold spring water. On the day the secret realm opened—

“Cang Wu.”

She heard a call and awoke. She had been sealed in the deep water, and although growth was slow, after a hundred years, her estrus period had also been suppressed. When the secret realm opened, it not only broke the seal of the East Emperor Bell but also instantly triggered her estrus. At that time, her cultivation realm was low, and her spiritual power weak; she could not resist the estrus period of the Azure Dragon bloodline at all. She was in agony, feeling like every bone in her body was about to crack open. In her hazy pain, she heard that voice, so she coiled around that person and bit her.

Cang Wu raised her hand and pressed on the bite mark, unable to say whether she was happy or sad. So, she and her Senior Sister had this kind of connection. But at that time, she was not lucid; driven by the extreme desire to survive, she transferred the suffering of the estrus period onto her Senior Sister. Cang Wu had endured the torment of the estrus period and found it unbearable, so how much pain must her Senior Sister have suffered?

Cang Wu’s thoughts were a jumble. Her hand slipped due to a moment of lost focus, and Lan Shanjun pressed down, kissing her urgently. The kiss was without form, yet it made Cang Wu’s eyes blur, successfully awakening the desire in her body. This desire added to the fire burning in both of them, causing the flames to grow hotter.

Her hand slid down the curve of the woman’s waist and abruptly changed position with a forceful shove. Cang Wu’s nose was filled with the scent of the Three-Hearted Clear Lotus (San Xin Qing Lian). Her pupils contracted; she was already stimulated to show her demon form.

Lan Shanjun raised her leg and hooked it around Cang Wu’s waist, tilting her neck in an alluring arc, letting out a sweet and ambiguous sound from her nose.

“Senior Sister.”

Cang Wu rested her forehead against Lan Shanjun’s, her breath spraying near the woman’s lips: “Do you still recognize me?”

Lan Shanjun’s eyes were hazy. She looked at Cang Wu several times, the corners of her lips lifting slightly. Cang Wu looked at her with anticipation.

Lan Shanjun spoke: “Very beautiful, a very beautiful older sister.” No lesbian would dislike an older sister.

“Older Sister?”

Cang Wu’s tone deepened. She reached down and pressed on the woman’s restless waist, stopping her from rubbing against her.

The pleasure vanished abruptly. Lan Shanjun frowned in displeasure, her usually gentle voice now tinged with seduction and softness: “What are you doing?”

“I am the older sister?” Cang Wu asked dangerously.

Lan Shanjun’s legs couldn’t move, so she looked up and pecked at the corner of the beautiful woman’s lips.

“You are so good-looking, I like you very much.”

This was praise, but Cang Wu couldn’t be happy; she would rather her Senior Sister say her name.

A patch of red burned near her eye corners. Lan Shanjun kissed past the corner of her lips and down her neck, leaving marks there without holding back.

The scales on her neck completely retracted. Cang Wu allowed her to nibble wildly on her neck. Her fingers rested on the woman’s wrist, and the Azure Dragon Aura slowly flowed into the other person’s meridians.

The heat and ambiguity in the air slowly receded. Cang Wu felt the kisses resting on her body slowly lose their strength until the woman completely lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

Both of their clothes were disheveled. Cang Wu got up to change her inner garments, then used spiritual power to cast a cleansing spell to remove the sweat and some of the ambiguous moisture from her Senior Sister. After finishing tidying up, Cang Wu stood by the bed and stared quietly for a while, then cautiously got into the bed and drilled into her Senior Sister’s quilt, embracing her tightly from behind.

The next morning.

Lan Shanjun opened her eyes, then wearily closed them again. She seemed to have had a dream, kissing a particularly beautiful girl. A sweet dream. She couldn’t clearly recall the face, but she knew she was beautiful—beautiful to the point that she touched her very heart.

Lan Shanjun’s lips curled upward, and she couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“What is Senior Sister smiling about?”

The voice was right next to her ear. Lan Shanjun’s smile froze. She opened her eyes and turned her head.

Cang Wu was sitting there in only her inner garment. Her eyes were bright, her lips full and vividly red—a very beautiful young girl.

“Nothing.”

Her gaze swept across her own body, and Lan Shanjun’s body instantly turned cold. She stiffly turned her eyes to Cang Wu’s neck.

One, two, three… what were those five, six, seven, eight bright red marks!?

Lan Shanjun’s breathing stopped. She looked at herself, then at Cang Wu.

“Senior Sister,” Cang Wu looked as if she had something to say but hesitated, appearing slightly shy.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

“Lan Shan! Aren’t you up yet?”

Ling Guang was knocking on the door outside.

Lan Shanjun tensed up instantly. She fumbled to lift the quilt, even trying to hide Cang Wu under the covers.

“Lan Shan!?”

“Com—coming!” Lan Shanjun replied flusteredly, looking at Cang Wu sitting calmly on the bed with a splitting headache. It’s over. Her image of a gentle and understanding Senior Sister is completely ruined.

“Is Senior Sister afraid they will see?” Cang Wu got off the bed barefoot.

The bright red marks were exceptionally obvious against the fair skin. Lan Shanjun’s gaze shifted away as if burned. She hadn’t figured out what to say to Cang Wu yet.

“It’s alright, Senior Sister,” Cang Wu pulled her clothes closer and said softly: “If Senior Sister doesn’t want them to see, we can just pretend nothing happened.”

“Lan Shan?” Ling Guang continued to urge from outside.

Lan Shanjun felt chaotic, like she had tangled yarn fighting in her brain. “Cang Wu, can we talk about this later?”

Cang Wu nodded. Lan Shanjun closed her eyes, cast an outer robe spell on both of them using her spiritual power, and then went to open the door.

As soon as she opened the door, Ling Guang rushed over with a grin: “What were you two doing for so long?”

Her gaze fell upon Cang Wu, but Lan Shanjun stepped forward and blocked her way.

Ling Guang pouted: “What’s wrong? Being so protective of your junior sister, can’t even let me take a look.”

Lan Shanjun gave a dry laugh, changing the subject: “Did you get the roster?”

Ling Guang raised an eyebrow: “Of course. That’s why I came to call you.”

“Okay, you go first; we’ll be right there.” Ignoring Ling Guang’s peculiar look, Lan Shanjun reached out, pushed her out the door, and quickly closed it again.

After dealing with Ling Guang, Lan Shanjun stood facing the door, falling into silent thought for a long time before turning back to face Cang Wu.

When her gaze touched Cang Wu’s neck, she paused. The previously mottled marks were now completely clean.

Cang Wu explained: “It’s just a small concealment spell. Didn’t Senior Sister not want them to see?”

Guilt and remorse washed over Lan Shanjun simultaneously. So that wasn’t a dream. She had thought it was some sweet dream about kissing a beautiful girl. Upon opening her eyes, the sky had fallen.

Lan Shanjun annoyed, raised her hand to cover her face, piecing together the fragmented memories of last night.

She raised her head, reached out—and kissed Cang Wu.