When a Yandere Cannon Fodder Meets a Dark, Twisted Villain - Chapter 57

Shu Mo’s arms were wound tightly around Shi Yining’s waist, their embrace so close that their body heat seeped through their layers of clothing, merging as one.

“Ning’er, as long as we work together, there is no person or thing in this world that can stand in our way… Once everything has settled, would you be willing to form a Soul-Bonding Covenant with me?”

The Soul-Bonding Covenant was a ritual reserved exclusively for cultivation partners (Daoist companions). This question, much like before, was asked with a hint of nervous trepidation.

Leaning into her embrace, a mixture of warmth and fluttering excitement quietly surged into Shi Yining’s heart. She nodded gently, a voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum—yet perfectly clear—escaping her throat: “I am willing…”

That simple two-word response fell upon Shumo’s ears like heavenly music.

“Ning’er… could you… could you say it one more time?”

Her words carried a streak of near-obsessive longing.

Shi Yining instinctively looked up, meeting a pair of burning eyes. The shyness in her heart deepened, staining even the tips of her ears a vivid crimson.

She did not look away. Instead, her lips parted, and though her voice was light, it was filled with absolute resolve. “I am willing… I am willing to form a Soul-Bonding Covenant with Mo’er and become each other’s one and only Daoist companion.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she was suddenly pulled into an even tighter embrace.

Shumo’s lips brushed seemingly by accident against Shi Yining’s delicate earlobe, causing her to tremble slightly.

“Ning’er…” Shu Mo’s voice vibrated against her ear, deeper than before and laced with a subtle, intoxicating allure.

“Now that my cultivation realm has been restored, would Ning’er be willing to attempt the Method of Dual Cultivation with me? When the time comes, our spiritual consciousnesses will commune and our vital breaths will nourish one another. It may allow us to advance our cultivation together…”

The words “Dual Cultivation” sent a slight stiffness through Shi Yining’s body.

The shyness from accepting the marriage vow hadn’t even dissipated before she was struck by this more direct request. For a moment, her heart hammered like a drum and her whole body felt as if it were catching fire. Her frantic gaze darted toward the endless night outside the bamboo hut, her voice sinking so low it was almost inaudible.

“We aren’t the only two people in this world…”

Though she knew Seniors Ruonian and Ruo Ying were people of great etiquette, and the Fox Ying was nowhere nearby… such an intimate matter, just the mention of it, made her feel unbearably bashful.

Seeing her beloved in such a state, Shu Mo let out a soft laugh—a sound filled with endless indulgence and understanding.

Without a word, she simply flicked her sleeve toward the four corners of the hut.

In an instant, an invisible barrier expanded silently, enveloping the entire bamboo residence. From this moment forward, every sound, every gaze, and even any spiritual sense from the outside world was completely severed.

With the spell cast, Shu Mo leaned close again, her nose intimately nuzzling Shi Yining’s burning cheek. “This way, no one will be able to see…”

The final layer of hesitation was thoroughly dismantled.

Shi Yining looked up at the shimmering spiritual light of the barrier and bit her lip, feeling somewhat at a loss. Her teeth sank into her soft lip, leaving a shallow mark; her face was flushed deep red and her eyes were misty. Shyness and a hidden, deep-seated anticipation intertwined, leaving her almost unable to think.

Suddenly, her lips felt a surge of heat.

It wasn’t a tentative touch or a comforting peck, but a true, deep kiss. It began with a gentle probe, and seeing no resistance, the pressure increased, quickly turning into a lingering friction that pried open her teeth…

As time stretched on, her waist sash was slowly unraveled by those long, slender fingers.

Shi Yining instinctively tried to catch the mischievous hand, but her fair wrists were caught instead and pinned against the couch.

“Mo’er, you… mmm…”

The unfinished words were swallowed back into her throat.

Her clothes fell away piece by piece, yet the “culprit” remained perfectly dressed. A hint of grievance welled up in Shi Yining’s heart. At the critical moment, she secretly circulated her spiritual power, flipped over, and pinned the peerless, cold immortal down onto the couch instead.

Facing her beloved, Shu Mo was naturally completely defenseless.

After the initial surprise of being treated this way, a smile bloomed across her face.

“Ning’er… wants to be on top?”

Shi Yining bit her lip, the corners of her eyes flushed with passion. Meeting Shumo’s meaningful gaze, she leaned down indignantly and gave those tempting lips a firm—but not too hard—bite, asking huffily, “Is that not allowed?”

Shu Mo reached out to hook her arm around Shi Yining’s slender neck, her thumb lightly stroking the jade-like skin. “Of course it is. Ning’er can do whatever she wants with me… it’s just… I haven’t told Ning’er the Dual Cultivation method yet. Does Ning’er know what to do?”

Shi Yining didn’t answer immediately. Her slender fingers landed on the side of her lover’s neck, sliding down until they reached the clothing ties, giving them a gentle tug.

“If Mo’er wants to, she can tell me now… I’ll learn it and use it immediately…”

Meeting that gaze full of hidden craftiness, Shu Mo was momentarily stunned. This was a side of Ning’er she had never seen before.

Such a version of Ning’er was, in her eyes, even more captivating.

After the initial shock, Shu Mo’s smile deepened. With a flick of her pinned fingers, a wisp of spiritual light ignited, transforming into several lines of text that hovered slowly in mid-air.

“This is the Dual Cultivation method. I will give Ning’er the time it takes for half a cup of tea to finish. If Ning’er can comprehend it, I will let her do as she pleases… but if she cannot, Ning’er must lie down obediently…”

Her competitive spirit ignited, Shi Yining bit her lip and quickly memorized the contents of the secret technique.

She remembered Mo’er saying this technique was obtained from the hidden grotto of an ancient powerhouse, so she was prepared for it to be obscure. However, only upon truly touching it did she realize its difficulty far exceeded her imagination.

The time for half a cup of tea was an eternity for Shumo, but for Shi Yining, it passed in a flash.

“Time is up. How much has Ning’er mastered?”

The playful laughter reached her ears. Shi Yining, who only half-understood the technique, bit her lip in bashful annoyance and forced herself to stay calm. “I have mastered it!”

“Is that so?”

“Of course. If Mo’er doesn’t believe me, she is welcome to try!”

Upon closer listening, her words carried a slight lack of confidence. Shumo, naturally sensing this, did not expose her, but the smile on her face deepened a fraction.

“Very well… then I shall trouble Ning’er to lead the casting of the spell…”

A flicker of hesitation crossed Shi Yining’s face. However, meeting the meaningful gaze of her beloved, that hesitation quickly dissolved.

A wisp of spiritual light ignited at her fingertips, spreading rapidly to envelop them both…

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A long while later, Shi Yining looked up slightly, gazing at the crimson tint blooming at the corners of Shu Mo’s eyes. Her slender jade fingers hooked slightly, causing the woman in her arms to tremble once more.

Just as she intended to continue, the world suddenly spun.

In a flash, their positions were reversed, and she found herself pinned to the couch by Shumo.

Shu Mo rose slightly. Facing her beloved, a rare flash of bashful annoyance surfaced in her usually gentle eyes. The moment their gazes met and she saw those eyes full of innocence, she couldn’t help but grit her teeth.

“If Ning’er had not mastered the technique, she should not have acted so recklessly… In the sixth movement of the secret manual just now, Ning’er cast it incorrectly… turning the original Dual Cultivation method into a one-sided aphrodisiac art…”

At this moment, Shu Mo was using every ounce of her lifelong restraint to keep from turning into a wolf and devouring her beloved whole.

Sensing the deepening darkness in those eyes, Shi Yining’s intuition screamed of trouble. She quickly began to act spoiled and admit her fault.

“It’s my mistake… next time I will definitely master it thoroughly before we start… Mo’er, please forgive me just this once, okay~?”

Before her voice could fade, her lips felt a sharp sting.

“Since Ning’er knows her wrong, she should accept her punishment properly…”

Shi Yining sensed that this punishment would be a long one. She instinctively tried to flee, but the moment she struggled, her body suddenly went limp.

“Mo’er…?”

“No running!”

Shumo’s voice carried a hint of clear obsession. Her grip tightened slightly as a direct result of her beloved’s attempt to escape. Long, slender fingers landed bit by bit on skin as smooth as cream, moving slowly…

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As the light of dawn gradually brightened, Shi Yining’s eyes were dyed with a seductive charm, and she could not help but sob softly.

“Mo’er… no… no more… sob… I know I was wrong…”

“Be good, Ning’er. Just a little longer…”

The sensation of warm skin pressed against her pulled away slightly at those words, replaced by those long, troublesome fingers that had been wreaking havoc for so long…

Throughout the night, Shi Yining tried to escape multiple times. However, every time she showed even a hint of doing so, she was met with even deeper punishment.

She never knew that the immortal who appeared so cold and peerless to the outside world—who was gentle only to her—could be so… insatiable in these shameful matters.

Even if she was the one who cast the technique incorrectly first… still… the resulting effects shouldn’t have been this severe…

Shi Yining bit her lip, trying her best to ignore the waves of pleasure constantly washing over her. She secretly resolved that once she mastered the Dual Cultivation technique, she would definitely “retaliate” fiercely…

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When the daylight outside grew bright, the mischievous hand finally slowed and gradually withdrew.

Just as Shi Yining thought it was finally over, another wave of warmth covered her. She immediately bit her lip, trying her best not to let out any shameful sounds…

After a long time, her lips and teeth were pried open without any room for argument. A slightly unique taste began to spread; when she realized what it was, Shi Yining froze instantly.

“Does Ning’er… like this?”

The mischievous laughter reached her ears. Coming back to her senses, Shi Yining glared at her beloved with annoyance.

“Stop messing around!”

Though it was a scolding, her voice lacked any real sharp edge; to Shumo’s ears, it sounded like heavenly music.

Shu Mo knew she had gone a bit too far this time. To soothe her beloved, she lowered her head slightly and affectionately nuzzled the slender neck covered in faint, flickering red marks.

“This Dual Cultivation session has significantly increased our spiritual energy. From now on, let us do this every night, shall we~?”

Hearing this, various indescribable images of what she had just experienced immediately flashed through Shi Yining’s mind. The corners of her already crimson eyes became even more moving.

“If Mo’er lets me do this to her next time… then I agree…”

The smile on Shu Mo’s face deepened. “As long as Ning’er can completely master the technique, anything is possible…”

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