Kiana coiled around him like a clingy snake, but Ye Feng raised both his hands, showing his innocence.
"Kiana, what are you doing? Don't be reckless, Mei is still outside. I'm not that kind of person."
"?"
Ye Feng's dead-serious tone left Kiana completely stunned, the expressions shifting across her face a spectacular sight to behold.
Fuck! What the hell are you talking about?
Playing the innocent now, are you?
Back in the hay nest, why were you like a bitch in heat?
Kiana was so furious her vocabulary improved by several levels.
First, he demands that she show sincerity, and after she does, he pulls this shit?
A girl's anger born from shame and humiliation is several times more potent than normal anger.
And for Kiana, it was even more so.
She was a knight of the Kaslana family, she knew etiquette, she understood shame, she was noble and pure. She had swallowed her pride to call him "dear," only to get this in return?
"What I mean is, you can just help me wash the dishes."
Ye Feng slipped out of Kiana's embrace, took two steps back, and smiled with narrowed eyes. "After all, didn't you say I'm not allowed to touch you, Kiana? Or have you changed your mind?"
"Get lost!"
Kiana roared in a hushed voice, like a furious little lioness.
Blood rushed to her head, and she even forgot about Mei just on the other side of the wall.
Enraged, Kiana threw a punch at Ye Feng.
She knew her attack wouldn't work on him, but it was to vent the feeling in her heart—Ugh!!
Before the punch could land, it was triggered.
The number on her lower abdomen decreased by one.
Kiana's entire body went limp, convulsing as if electrocuted.
She let out a muffled grunt and steadied herself.
Somehow, Kiana managed to endure it. She didn't even stumble; her back remained ramrod straight.
Although a wet patch began to spread across her clean leather shorts...
"Little bug, you've improved."
Kiana swayed, wanting to reach out and steady herself on the nearby stove, but seeing Ye Feng's gaze on her, she forced herself not to.
She glared back stubbornly.
"The little bug of today can take it head-on. That's right, after all we've done next to Mei so many times, the fact that you have this level of endurance is all thanks to my guidance."
"You dare bring that up again—"
Kiana's face flushed crimson with rage.
Back then, when Mei came in, she was "unable to see Kiana" and then "unable to see Ye Feng." Kiana had nearly died from the experience.
"Alright, alright, I won't mention it. There, there, don't be so grumpy, little bug. Come to my room later."
"Not going!"
When I say you can't fuck me, you can't fuck me!
It was a matter of principle.
"Relax, I won't touch you. I want you to watch me fuck my Master."
"?"
What kind of nonsense are you spouting?
Inviting me to watch such a filthy thing?
Are you in your right mind?
Ye Feng's lips were temptingly persuasive. "My Master has a cold personality and astonishing endurance. Right now she's still at a perfect 100. Don't you want to see her drop by one?"
"...."
"I'll set up the NPC first. NPCs can't micro-manage their muscles or regulate their secretions, and I won't use my powers, so it's not cheating. I'll max out the NPC's pink progress bar, time it perfectly, and synchronize them. When my Master enters, she'll instantly experience a feeling like flying. Don't you want to see if she loses a point then, little bug?"
Ye Feng's whisper was like the devil's temptation, awakening one's most primitive desires.
Kiana fell silent.
Tsk, to be honest, I do want to see it... but really, just a tiny bit.
Right, it's just curiosity.
What kind of expression would that cold, moon-like older sister make... when she loses her composure?
Besides, they were in a competition.
Understanding her weakness was an important part of it.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles.
What? You say Kiana forbade Ye Feng from touching her?
The time during the competition didn't count.
The competition... how could the competition possibly count...
That's what Kiana thought.
Then, the little bug lifted her chin high.
"Not interested."
"Hehe, the little bug's mouth is quite stubborn too, just like ice. Come here, I'll help you melt it."
"I told you not to touch me!"
"'Not touching you' means 'not fucking you,' not 'not kissing you.'"
"Huh?"
Kiana paused for a moment. That did seem to be the meaning.
When Kiana first said those words, that was indeed what she had meant.
"Don't—Mmph!"
Kiana resisted.
Kiana felt resistance was futile.
Kiana gave up resisting.
The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, a single, fluid motion.
The two of them were pressed together in the kitchen, while Mei sat quietly outside.
Just by sitting in a seiza position, Raiden Mei exuded the air of a Yamato Nadeshiko.
The young woman's natural beauty, cultivated noble bearing, and high-born background caused her to constantly and unconsciously radiate the elegant aura of a young lady.
It was just that right now, Mei seemed a bit distracted, which added a different kind of beauty to her.
Washing the dishes was taking longer than usual. Mei, waiting outside, glanced towards the kitchen several times, but her view was blocked by the wall. Looking through the open door, she could only see the double-door refrigerator and a small section of the black countertop.
She had no idea what Kiana could possibly be doing in the kitchen besides causing trouble.
And besides, she couldn't help but feel that Kiana and Mr. Ye Feng's relationship was a little too good.
Them, in the kitchen... although she really didn't want to think about it that way, a 20+ page doujinshi plot had indeed materialized in Mei's mind.
Of course, Mei didn't actually believe anything would happen. She just felt that she herself was becoming stranger and stranger.
'Am I really such a shameless woman?'
Mei lowered her head, her fists clenched tightly on her fair thighs.
Ever since coming to this world, Mei had noticed that she seemed to be constantly fantasizing about what Kiana and Mr. Ye Feng were doing.
But time and again, the connections she made based on the "details" she noticed turned out to be wrong.
They were nothing but baseless fantasies inside her own head.
She didn't know why she was having these fantasies, but the mere fact that she had such thoughts filled Mei with immense shame.
Mei had read about similar plots in manga: a noble and elegant young lady, perfect in both literary and martial arts, who finds strange ways to release stress after being repressed for too long.
But Mei was certain she would never do such things.
She firmly believed she had enough willpower and a resilient character; she would absolutely not disgrace the Raiden family name.
Even if the Raiden family no longer existed.
Raiden Mei would still uphold her dignified conduct.
But recently, on certain occasions when she saw Kiana or heard certain things she said, unhealthy thoughts would flash through Mei's mind.
She knew it was wrong.
She tried her best to push such thoughts away, but sometimes the coquettish air Kiana gave off made Mei's thoughts uncontrollably drift in that direction.
But—had Kiana really become more flirtatious?
Or... had she herself become strange?
What... do I want to do?
Just like at this very moment, Mei had begun to fantasize that on the other side of the unseen wall, Mr. Ye Feng and Kiana were pressed together.
Panting, scorching heat, burning skin.
The sun rises, and the melting snow flows swiftly down the stream.
"...!!"
Mei covered her burning cheeks.
No, I can't let my thoughts run wild anymore.
The pure young lady shot to her feet, determined to verify it herself!
To sever her own delusions with a clap of thunder!
Mei moved to the doorway with lightning speed and looked inside—
She saw the two of them standing apart, turning their heads at the same time. Kiana was wearing an apron and washing dishes, while Ye Feng was cleaning up the kitchen waste.
It was a perfectly wholesome scene.
"Mei?" Kiana turned sideways, facing her with the apron, and blinked, her expression seeming to hold a trace of confusion.
Ye Feng, who was bending over to bag the trash, looked up and said apologetically, "Sorry, you must have been waiting a long time, Mei. We'll be done soon."
"Ah, no, that's not it..."
At that moment, Mei really wanted to slap herself twice. Why did she always think such strange things!
"I, I just wanted to ask if there was anything... I could help with."
Mei felt her words came out normally enough.
Kiana, too, felt she hadn't shown any flaws.
But with both of them so tense, what information could their muddled brains possibly process?
Ye Feng walked over to Kiana's side. Using the angle to block Mei's view, he squeezed Kiana's butt from behind and smiled.
"No need, we're almost done. Right, tell me about Wa Yi Te later."
"Ah, o-okay..."
---o---
"No... no! I really can't eat anymore!"
Qingque woke up with a start.
Her hands were covering the opening below, her fair legs stretched out straight.
The familiar ceiling came into view, and only then did she realize.
"Phew... it was a dream..."
She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Recalling last night's nightmare, her heart still pounded with lingering fear.
"But... it was so real..."
The memories of the dream were perfectly vivid in her mind. Every detail, every sensation, was incredibly real.
Especially the feeling when that twisted guy held a Celestial Jade tile and slowly pressed it into the small, pink opening. It was a sense of... fullness... that Qingque had never experienced before.
The vibrating Celestial Jade tile also brought a tingling, electric-shock-like sensation. If she had to describe it, it was like the first time she rode a starskiff up into the clouds.
Even now that she was awake, Qingque's thighs were still trembling uncontrollably, like a frog strapped to an experiment table being electrocuted.
"Was it really a dream?"
Qingque felt a bit dazed.
She had played Celestial Jade all night long and hadn't won a single hand, so naturally, she hadn't gotten any useful information.
Now, she guessed that she might have been subjected to some kind of "dream invasion" technique.
Such heinous crimes were not unheard of on the Xianzhou.
Using a "dream-inducing incense" to link dreams and do as one pleases within them was a common trick of perverts.
Because it happened in a dream, there was initially no legal punishment for it.
Later, the previous General perfected the laws, defining the boundary between the "virtual" and the "real."
Crimes using dream-inducing incense gradually became a thing of the past, but they still occurred occasionally even today.
"Lecher!"
Qingque gritted her teeth and cursed.
But then she noticed something different.
Criminals who used dream-inducing incense were usually weak themselves; otherwise, they wouldn't need to rely on external aids.
And even in a dream, one's so-called "strength" was tied to their own spiritual power.
Therefore, those who used this method usually only targeted ordinary women and wouldn't dare to try anything on cultivators, let alone an officially employed civil servant of the Xianzhou.
That would be like walking right into a trap.
"So, is it a spiritual lifeform, something like a 'Suiyang'?"
Qingque frowned slightly.
Her gaze fell upon the damp spot on her bedsheet. The center was soaked with liquid, a darker color spreading outwards...
Forget it, it's just a minor hardship.
"Ye Feng will come again tonight. I shall prepare the appropriate magical artifacts to capture and turn the tables on him!"
As for handing him over to the Cloud Knights... forget it. She was still an unmarried maiden. If people found out she had done such things in a dream, what would happen to her reputation?
"But, what should I do with this lecher then?"
QQingque was already starting to feel conflicted.
He had done such an outrageous thing; she couldn't let him off lightly.
She didn't know if she could actually turn the tables on him, but her fighting spirit had to be strong!
Qingque composed herself. She still had work today... damn it!
"Tsk!"
When she arrived at the Divination Commission's assignment hall early in the morning, everyone was a little surprised to see the veteran slacker.
"Qingque, you're here so early?"
Her office wasn't here anymore, but her legend lived on.
"Good morning. Is Lady Fu Xuan in?"
"She just arrived. You're looking for Lady Fu Xuan? Now might not be a good time. She came out of the Seat of Divine Foresight in a rage this morning..."
"Ah, thanks."
But she still had to go.
Qingque radiated the exhaustion of a corporate drone.
Yesterday, she had been caught red-handed by Fu Xuan playing a few rounds with her colleagues.
She had been assigned a mountain of intelligence gathering, calculation, and information compilation tasks, with regular reports required.
It was truly a boundless sea of suffering for a slacker, with no shore in sight no matter how hard she looked back.
She didn't know when she would be free.
Why is the Grand Diviner always picking on me?
Thinking about the workload for the next few months, Qingque suddenly felt that what happened in her dream wasn't so bad after all.
Work was what truly made Qingque miserable.
But upon entering the Grand Diviner's office, little Qingque immediately plastered a smile on her face.
This pink-haired shorty was her supreme boss, after all.
No matter how many complaints she had, she still had to show the necessary respect.
This was a rule of the adult workplace.
Sigh. ε=(′ο｀*)))
"Lady Fu Xuan, I'm coming in."
Qingque pushed the door open, only to be immediately met with a sharp reprimand.
"Knock before you enter. Go out and come in again!"
"...."
Wow, it seems Lady Fu Xuan is in a really bad mood today.
But bringing personal emotions into work is a big taboo.
Forget it, she's the head of the Divination Commission. Whatever she says, goes.
Qingque closed the door, bent her finger, and knocked lightly. Knock, knock, knock.
"Come in."
Qingque pushed the door open. Inside, incense smoke curled from a burner, and elegant screens stood in the classically decorated room. She could see the pink figure sitting before a desk at a glance.
Her magnificent attire accentuated her graceful figure. Her long pink hair was piled high, secured with a golden hairpin, and a few strands at her temples swayed gently with the breeze.
A pair of dazzling golden earrings glittered on her earlobes, complementing the third eye on her forehead.
Although her figure was petite and lovely, she exuded a cold, arrogant, and imposing aura that made one hesitate to approach.