Pei Yu felt like she was about to have a mental breakdown.
Her vision felt torn in two. Half of her was captivated by Shen Mo’s stunningly beautiful face, now flushed crimson from fear.
The other half stared relentlessly at that which should not exist, that which made her want to vomit…
Kill him?
Just as the thought arose, it was snuffed out by the mad possessiveness burning in her heart.
If she killed him with one slash, wouldn’t that be letting him off too easily?
But if she didn’t kill him, that thing was like a thorn piercing her eyes, constantly reminding her that she had fallen in love with a man.
To Pei Yu, this was an utter humiliation.
What made it even more shameful was that even knowing he was a man in disguise, the impact of sight and sound still strongly influenced her.
This person… was the most fitting to her heart she had ever met in her life.
Shen Mo was panicking right now.
Qin Shuying’s words echoed in his ears—the last man who disguised himself as a woman to deceive Pei Yu had been castrated.
He didn’t know what fate awaited him, whether he would also be cut, die here, and never see Su Wan’er again.
“Miss Pei, please let me explain. I didn’t mean to deceive you.”
Pei Yu wasn’t listening. Her hand reached for her waist, and with a crisp clang, a blade as thin as a cicada’s wing, gleaming coldly, was drawn from its sheath.
The blade was very thin, casting a cold light under the moonlight.
Shen Mo felt as though he had fallen into an icy abyss.
The string that had been stretched taut in his heart finally snapped.
It was over… Pei Yu really was going to kill him!
His Illusory Snow Mask still wasn’t removed.
His jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, tangled and alluring from his earlier struggles.
Tears hung on his jade-white face, and his eyes were terrified like a frightened deer.
Pei Yu used the blade’s tip to lift his chin, forcing his face upward.
Tears traced down his delicate jawline.
She studied his face carefully, like appraising a flawed but still priceless treasure.
Looking at this rain-soaked pear blossom appearance, ready for plucking, an absurd, humiliating, yet temporarily resolving thought sprouted in her mind.
She was a woman. She liked women.
As long as he looked like a woman, and could be used like a woman…
“I won’t kill you… that’s possible.”
Shen Mo’s head shot up, hope blazing in his eyes.
“But,” her voice dropped low, “from now on, you must completely obey my commands. I will decide what you are, and I will decide what you do.”
“If you dare disobey, I won’t hesitate to personally peel off this deceptive face of yours and cut that thing off inch by inch to feed the dogs.”
Shen Mo felt bone-chilling cold.
But compared to being killed immediately, it was better to obey.
“I… I understand…” he replied in a trembling voice.
“Now, spread your legs,” she commanded, her tone as cold and hard as if training a dog.
Shen Mo’s whole body trembled.
Wasn’t this still about castrating him?!
He clamped his legs tightly together, tears swirling in his eyes. “Female Knight Pei, only this matter is impossible…”
“I told you to spread them!” Pei Yu’s patience ran out.
One hand clamped down on his wrist like iron tongs, but instead of cutting directly, her other hand pressed heavily on a spot a few inches below his abdomen.
“Since you’ve grown that filthy thing, you need to learn how to hide it.”
A nearly pathological stubbornness churned in Pei Yu’s eyes.
She didn’t want to admit she had fallen in love with a man, so she would turn him into a woman instead.
As long as she couldn’t see it, as long as she could use him, then he was her unparalleled beauty.
Shen Mo looked up with blank, tear-filled eyes, not understanding.
“Listen, this is a fragment of an ancient coition technique—Retracting Yang into the Abdomen. It’s unorthodox, but most convenient for concealing traces.”
As Pei Yu spoke, she pressed heavily on several hidden acupuncture points on his abdomen with her fingertips.
“Sink your breath into the Dantian, focus your mind on the Huiyin point, and reverse the flow of your meridians!”
Shen Mo was utterly shocked by this perverted woman’s methods.
Retracting Yang into the Abdomen?
That was possible?
A sense of absurdity washed over him.
He remembered, from his past life, those viewers in livestream rooms who would frantically send gifts and shout “wife” at crossdressing male streamers wearing JK uniforms on screen.
Those viewers knew full well the streamer behind the screen was male, yet they still immersed themselves in the carefully crafted feminine image and performance, tipping madly and pouring out their feelings…
As long as the image was beautiful enough, the voice sweet enough, the projection perfect enough, the audience was willing to voluntarily immerse themselves.
People never loved the real other person, but the projection of their own fantasies.
Suddenly, he understood somewhat.
Perhaps Pei Yu was just like that right now.
She never loved the real, male-gendered Shen Mo, but the “cold, aloof, fragile, stubborn, clean-eyed immortal maiden” she had projected onto him when they first met.
That phantom perfectly matched her aesthetic and emotional needs.
To the point that when cruel reality tried to shatter this phantom, she would rather choose a self-deceiving way to forcibly maintain its existence, to correct reality and satisfy her inner obsession.
While Shen Mo was stunned, Pei Yu urged him again.
At a loss, he actually weirdly felt a sliver of relief—
Thankfully… she was a lesbian.
As long as he maintained this phantom and didn’t cross the final bottom line, didn’t truly allow her to fully occupy his male body in that… only between man and woman… most complete way…
Then it wouldn’t count as truly losing his chastity?
A strange sense of release arose.
Since you want to play role-play, I’ll play along with you.
Following the method, that feature actually slowly retracted back into his body!
Looking from the outside, except for being slightly flatter than normal, it was no different from a real woman.
Under Pei Yu’s intensely fixed, almost fervent gaze, what had been a protrusion became completely flat.
Though still somewhat unnaturally smooth, the entire lower body’s lines flowed flawlessly, without any trace of a flaw.
Her breathing quickened as she muttered to herself, “It worked…”
The feeling was like finally repairing an imperfect figurine into a limited edition.
“Really… a natural-born exquisite beauty.”
Pei Yu swallowed her saliva.
At this moment, Shen Mo was a private possession perfectly matching her desires.
The disgust in her eyes vanished, replaced by intense infatuation.
She reached out, roughly pinched Shen Mo’s chin, and her thumb rubbed against his rosy lips.
Her gaze was like looking at a lost treasure now recovered.
Now, “she” could only be her exclusive plaything, forbidden to all others.
“Yes… just like this… Little Sister Shen… my Little Sister Shen…”
“Elder Sister Pei, is this right?”
“This is too right… this is how it should be… this is how you should look…”
As long as that thing was hidden, “she” was perfect.
The unextinguished, twisted flame of lust in her heart, as if drenched in hot oil, burst into roaring flames once more.
“Don’t be afraid… Sister won’t hurt you… Sister cherishes you…”
She leaned down, her breathing hot, and her kisses fell like raindrops.
More urgent than before, yet less rough, carrying an almost pathological gentleness.
“You are mine… forever mine… no one can take you away…”
Shen Mo stiffly endured her kisses and caresses.
His heart was ice-cold, yet he also felt the exhaustion of surviving a disaster.
At least, he was temporarily safe—she wouldn’t kill him.
Pei Yu’s hands began to wander restlessly over his body.
Alarms blared in Shen Mo’s heart, yet he dared not resist violently, fearing he would provoke this mentally unstable woman again.
“Now…” Pei Yu’s voice carried a husky lust.
She reached out, her fingertips once again stroking Shen Mo’s cold, sweaty cheek.
“Little Sister Shen, shouldn’t we… continue… what was interrupted earlier?”
Shen Mo’s heart instantly sank to rock bottom.
Just rubbing…
Shouldn’t… count… right?
This pathetic, almost laughable thought became the only floating log of self-comfort Shen Mo could grasp right now.
He bit his lower lip hard, closed his eyes, and his body stiffly endured Pei Yu’s increasingly excessive closeness and touch.
Pei Yu’s hot, heavily fragrant body pressed down on him.
Her lower body sank, pressing against him with a ferocity that seemed intent to grind him into her very bones.
Her kisses, burning with hot lust, landed on his tightly shut eyelids, his reddened earlobes, and finally lingered on his slightly trembling, brightly colored lips.
She pried open his teeth and delved deep into entanglement.
Shen Mo lay stiff, like a beautiful doll that had lost its soul.
Only the occasional tremors and muffled whimpers suppressed in his throat showed that he wasn’t completely senseless.
In the humble guest room, the candle had been extinguished by Pei Yu at some unknown time.
In the silent mountain forest, a frozen stream suddenly awakened under the scorching sun’s exposure.
The hard ice cracked inch by inch under the warm erosion.
The collision of every ice floe was like the chattering of teeth, while the influx of every snowmelt carried a bone-chilling yet numbing coldness.
The current sometimes surged violently over the shore’s boulders, filling and washing every crevice. Sometimes it swirled in the shallows, gently circling and depositing.
The riverbed’s cobblestones collided under the torrent’s onslaught, producing dull thuds.
Waterweeds were pressed down by the current, unable to lift their heads, helplessly spreading in the water’s direction before stubbornly springing back when the water receded.
Sunlight pierced through the water surface, refracting on the constantly fluctuating waterline, shimmering like countless eyes watching this interweaving of cold and warm, this devouring and merging.
Shen Mo completely emptied himself. His soul withdrew, floating in the void.
Only a desolate wasteland remained in his heart, along with that pitiful relief.
One absurd night, too shameful to recall.
The first light of dawn filtered through the gaps in the tattered window paper, casting mottled shadows on the messy bed, and also illuminating the two crooked boots by the bedside.