When a Yandere Cannon Fodder Meets a Dark, Twisted Villain - Chapter 49

The embrace, held tightly together, conveyed a wordless sense of comfort.

Shu Mo tilted her head, gently nuzzling the hollow of Shi Yining’s shoulder. “Of course Kong Qing suspected me; in fact, she was absolutely certain. Afterwards, she tried to test me several times, both openly and in the shadows…”

A cold arc curled at the corners of her lips. “However, this time she didn’t go to Mother to tattle. It was only because she knew herself that she was in the wrong and that her actions had been despicable… If she truly dared to complain, I would naturally have ways to make her suffer an even heavier punishment.”

Listening to this, Shi Yining recalled the wretchedness of that night and felt a surge of emotion. She said softly, “That night, she appeared so suddenly… If I hadn’t been so distracted at the time, she wouldn’t have been able to snatch the cloak away so easily…”

She paused, lifting her eyes to look at her beloved, and continued, “But what she did wasn’t entirely without benefit… If she hadn’t intervened and taken the cloak, perhaps… this gift would never have found its way into your hands, Mo’er.”

A smile surfaced on Shu Mo’s face. “Yining is right… Looking at the outcome, Kong Qing actually helped me indirectly.”

Once she acknowledged this, her smile immediately faded, and her tone turned cold. “However, that doesn’t erase her faults and her sinister intentions. If I hadn’t happened to run into her that day and learned the truth of the matter, she truly would have succeeded.”

Shi Yining remained silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and asked, “Was Kong Qing punished after the Discussion of the Three Sects?”

Hearing this, Shumo’s gaze narrowed slightly. She looked deeply at Yining for a long while before responding slowly, “During the discussion, she used such methods to try and force you; naturally, I couldn’t let her go. After returning to the Sect, I punished her by sending her to the Cliff of Reflection on the grounds that her heart was impure and she had intentionally harmed a fellow cultivator… Why does Yining ask? Are you perhaps feeling sorry for her?”

There was a trace of undetectable bitterness laced within her words.

Shi Yining heard the hidden jealousy and gave her a reproachful glance, gently squeezing the back of her hand.

“Where are your thoughts wandering, Mo’er? Why would I feel sorry for her? I haven’t forgotten that during my fourth visit to the Yuehua Sect, it was she who pushed me into Lake Yunze.”

At the mention of the past, the jealousy swirling in Shu Mo’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by profound guilt and lingering fear.

She gripped her beloved’s jade-like hand in return; her fingertips were slightly cold.

When she spoke again, her voice carried a suppressed agony. “That day… Mother gave me many urgent sect matters to handle. By the time I sensed something was wrong and rushed there, it was already a step too late… I failed to stop Kong Qing’s malice.”

She closed her eyes, pushing down a myriad of emotions, then opened them again to continue. “After jumping into Lake Yunze, I rescued you… The lake water was bone-chillingly cold. In that moment, as I held you while you were unconscious, I wanted so much… so much to take you somewhere where no one could find us, to never let anyone hurt you again, not even by a fraction.”

“But… Mother arrived shortly after. She stood in the distance with her hands behind her back, saying nothing, just watching coldly… I was worried she would act against you, so I could only pretend to be indifferent and leave…”

Shu Mo spoke those last few sentences with great difficulty, every word saturated with the helplessness and self-reproach of those years.

Shi Yining could clearly feel that deep-seated pain.

She didn’t let Shu Mo continue; she leaned forward of her own accord and kissed the corner of her lips.

“Those things are in the past.”

She looked at the person in her arms, her tone clear and peaceful. “I have let it go. Mo’er, you must not blame yourself anymore.”

The gentle kiss that fell was like a warm stone dropped into a lake, the ripples tenderly smoothing away the negative emotions surging in Shu Mo’s heart.

The gloom brought by those heavy memories of the past was dissipated bit by bit by the warmth of their current embrace. Shu Mo curled even more dependantly into her beloved’s arms, her cheek pressed against the warm hollow of Yining’s neck, nuzzling back and forth affectionately. Her cascading dark hair brushed against the woman’s jade-like skin, bringing a faint, tickling sensation.

The coldness and aloofness she usually showed to outsiders were nowhere to be found; only an unabashed longing remained.

Under this constant nuzzling, Shi Yining’s robes became slightly disarrayed, revealing a small patch of fair, delicate collarbone.

The warm breath so close at hand caused that patch of skin to quietly flush a faint pink, and even the corners of her eyes stained with a moving crimson.

“Mo’er, stop playing…”

Her breath was slightly ragged, her voice carrying an almost imperceptible tremor.

Shu Mo looked up at the sound, asking knowingly, “Yining… do you not like me doing this?”

Her words seemed to carry a hint of triumphant laughter and coaxing.

Being asked so directly, Shi Yining’s gaze instinctively darted away. She turned her head, the crimson on her earlobes deepening, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum. “I like it…”

Shu Mo pushed her advantage, her lips almost touching the increasingly burning tip of Yining’s ear. “Since you like it… why won’t you look at me when you say it?”

Shi Yining’s heart hammered like a drum at the question. Her pearly teeth unconsciously bit her lip, and her fingertips curled slightly at her side, betraying her inner bashfulness.

She would never admit that it was because of the overwhelming shyness—a feeling that almost drowned her—that she didn’t dare look directly into those smiling eyes that seemed able to see right through her.

This image of shy timidity and hesitant speech, falling into Shumo’s eyes, was more soul-stirring than any direct confession of love.

Those bitten lips, those eyes shimmering with moisture, and the crimson at the corners of the eyes and ears—every bit of it tugged at her heartstrings.

“If you won’t look at me, then I shall just keep looking at you…”

As she spoke, her affectionate gaze slowly lingered over her beloved’s brows, the bridge of her nose… and finally settled on the lips that glowed with an inviting luster.

Shi Yining felt utterly restless under her gaze. Shyness mixed with a familiar palpitation spread rapidly through her heart.

Finally unable to help herself, she lifted her shimmering eyes and gave her a reproachful glare. “Mo’er is doing this on purpose…”

This glance held no deterrent; rather, because of the moisture in her eyes and the flush on her face, it added ten thousand charms.

Shu Mo let out a low laugh. Seeing that she was about to truly provoke the other, she finally stopped teasing, yet she did not look away. She simply reached out, using the pad of her finger to extremely lightly stroke her beloved’s burning cheek. The movement was tender and lingering, carrying endless affection.

“Yining is right… I am doing it on purpose…” she admitted candidly, the smile lingering on her face, yet now tinged with a touch of earnestness. “Because this side of you… makes it impossible for me to look away.”

Her fingertips drifted downward, gently tilting her beloved’s chin upward, until their breaths mingled in the scant space between them.

“Yining…” Shu Mo’s voice grew husky, her gaze deepening. “Tell me, do you truly… truly like it when I treat you this way?”

This wasn’t the playful teasing from before, but a question carried by a trace of undetectable trepidation. She wanted to confirm if this intimacy and possessiveness were truly accepted by Yining with all her heart.

Locked in that earnest, profound gaze, Shi Yining’s heart skipped a beat.

“Whether in my past life or this one, does Mo’er still not understand my heart?”

These words, though not a direct answer, acted like honey in Shu Mo’s heart, sending a surge of joyful sweetness through her.

She leaned forward, and a sudden sensation of fine, warm nipping spread across the shell of Yining’s ear.

It wasn’t heavy, yet the distinct touch and moisture made Shi Yining tremble slightly, a faint whimper escaping her throat.

“Mo’er…”

Before her voice could fade, the world spun without warning.

She felt a tightening at her waist, and her back sank into the cloud-like softness of the brocade couch. The cool satin pressed against her burning skin as the culprit leaned over, firmly enveloping her within her own scent and shadow.

“Mo’er… mmph…”

Shi Yining called out instinctively, wanting to say more, but her slightly parted lips were silenced without warning by a patch of warm, searing softness.

This was no fleeting, gentle kiss.

The descending lips carried an undeniable force and heat, covering hers with precision, swallowing every unpoken word, every bit of surprise, and all her bashfulness.

At first, it was merely a firm press of lips; then, a warm, nimble tongue—both probing and insistent—pried past her teeth to entwine with hers.

“Mmph…”

A deeper whimper was stifled between their joined lips and teeth.

Shi Yining’s mind went blank. Her nose was filled with Shumo’s crisp yet forceful scent. Her lapels, which had only been slightly loose, became increasingly disarrayed during the movement.

This unprecedented intimacy and loss of control caused the bashfulness surging in Shi Yining’s heart to skyrocket to an insurmountable peak.

Her cheeks burned as if on fire. She instinctively reached out to pull her open lapels together, but her snowy wrist was gently caught by a jade-like hand and pinned to the couch.

Fingers interlaced, palms pressed together, conveying each other’s scorching temperatures and racing heartbeats.

This kiss carried wordless layers of emotion and a possessiveness so thick it could not be dissolved…

The long, deep kiss lasted for a great while, nearly seizing all of Shi Yining’s reason. Just as her consciousness began to haze, the hand pinning her wrist started to move restlessly toward her waist, attempting to undo the already loose ties of her robes.

The clear intent of the action brought a flicker of clarity to Shi Yining’s mind. Her freed wrist moved slightly as she secretly cast a spell, gently binding the hand that was about to cause more mischief.

With her movements suddenly obstructed, Shu Mo—carrying the grievance and accusation of being interrupted—gave her lip a neither light nor heavy bite, leaving a shallow mark.

“What is Yining doing?”

The stinging prick of pain, mixed with the lingering numbness, made Shi Yining shudder again.

She looked away, not daring to meet those overly scorching eyes.

“Now… is not the time. The space constructed by the Great Profound Dao Realm can only be maintained for half a month. Although Mo’er’s injuries are mostly healed, your spiritual power is entirely gone. For now, we should not… indulge in matters of passion.”

Hearing this, Shu Mo let out a low laugh, her warm lips pressing against Shi Yining’s already deep-red ear.

“Yining is mistaken… matters of passion do not hinder cultivation. Have you forgotten that in this world, there is the Path of Dual Cultivation?”

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