“Are you really that hungry?”
Yun Liu shook his head with a wry smile, assuming the girl hadn’t eaten her fill. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to haul out another table of treasures and stuff his filial daughter full tonight.
After all, opportunities like this probably wouldn’t come often anymore, so he didn’t mind spoiling her a little.
The silly Mystic Maiden he’d picked up back then had grown her wings, blessed by the Feng Ling and the Dragon Qi at her side. She’d eventually soar into an even wider sky.
Phoenix rising from the Sea of Clouds. Just thinking about how this little yellow-haired girl would one day stun the Nine Provinces and trample all those heavenly-favored prodigies filled the old father with both pride and satisfaction.
In the future, he could wander the streets and boast to the neighbors about how impressive their Shiyu was out there. That would be quite the delight.
Yun Liu had just raised his hand to rub his Ring when Ji Shiyu wiped her mouth, seeming to steel herself, and suddenly lunged into his embrace.
“?”
The warm sensation turned scalding in an instant. His throat seized up, and his smile froze.
Who hadn’t been a bit foolish as a child? The slow-witted Young Man had always assumed that as long as he maintained proper distance, Feng Aotian’s Electra Complex would gradually correct itself like any other bad habit, smoothed over by time.
But that special feeling had already flooded the girl’s heart, beyond all cure.
And so, Cloud Flow panicked, sweating profusely.
“Ha, what’s wrong? Even if it’s not to your taste, you don’t need to take it out on the chef.”
Ji Shiyu let out an unintelligible mumble, pressing her little head against Yun Liu’s Breast, “Mm-hmm,” feeling his heartbeat.
“Be good, Shiyu. Listen now. Did something upset you today? Let go first, and we can talk it out properly. Shiyu, be good, listen now.”
“I won’t listen, won’t listen, won’t listen! I’m not good at all, and I’m not the Heavenly Fate Girl you all imagine me to be. Stop talking down to me like Ao Tian and Mother do, like I’m some little kid!”
Ji Shiyu shouted in anger, headbutting Yun Liu and toppling him over, pinning him firmly to the ground.
The girl hugged him tighter and tighter as their limbs tangled. Yun Liu took a deep breath, “Hiss—”, and felt the Sacred Fire rising.
“What the heck is going on!?”
At that moment, Ah Lian on the bed abruptly sat up straight, dazedly turning her head to glance at the two in their bizarre position on the floor, awakened by the noise.
“Good evening.”
“Ugh! G-good evening, Aunt Master.”
Ji Shiyu curled up like she’d been electrocuted, deflating like a punctured balloon. She quickly let go and hid in Yun Liu’s arms, the courage she’d mustered slipping away again.
Thankfully, after speaking, the expressionless girl lay back down, oblivious, and even considerately blew out the Spirit Candle and draped the Senior Brother’s Master’s Robe over herself as a blanket.
“Phew.”
Silence returned to the room. It was a long while before Ji Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief, cautiously lifting her head for a look. Seeing that her Master wasn’t angry, she relaxed considerably.
This time, Yun Liu was thoroughly flat on his back, his mind completely blank. Forget speaking—he didn’t even dare to move, afraid that even the slightest friction would have him standing at attention on the spot.
What do I do, what do I do, what do I do…
Save me. If I get a reaction here, I’ll truly be kindred spirits with that Old Snake Skin!
But Ji Shiyu wasn’t about to let it go. She inched her way up to Yun Liu’s neck.
“Master, teach me how to do grown-up things! I want to be a bad child.”
She breathed out a warm puff of air, her Starmoon Eyes gleaming.
That sweet, childish voice in the darkness struck Yun Liu’s brain like a thunderbolt.
“!”
The blade was drawn. Everyone stood at attention.
Clearly, during the Dan Forming at Shipwreck Bay, the girl who’d been wandering her Sea of Consciousness hadn’t been entirely unaware. She’d vaguely heard things but couldn’t quite understand what strange techniques her Master and Shi Niang were cultivating.
Back then, Senior Sister Qin’s voice had sounded pained, but even more so pleased, crackling like she’d been beaten senseless with a stick. Quite intense.
So that must be what they called Dual Cultivation. Ji Shiyu, slow on the uptake, finally had a realization.
If Senior Sister Qin could do it, then so could she.
Only like this could she truly be treated as a grown-up by her Master!
Yun Liu’s hairs stood on end. He dared not hesitate any longer, springing up and thrusting his hands under Ji Shiyu’s armpits, hoisting her high into the air to stop her antics.
“What nonsense are you spouting out of nowhere!”
Heaven as my witness, I haven’t put a single thing in the food. What’s gotten into this Silly Girl?
“I’m being serious here, okay.”
The Little Yellow Hair grumbled, limbs dangling with nowhere to push off. After struggling for a bit, she finally settled down.
She just wanted Yun Liu to treat her the same way he treated Qin Xiang. It didn’t need to be as a Dao Companion, and sneaking around was fine too. As long as his affection wasn’t taken away from her.
She didn’t want to get beaten, but if her Master wanted it, she could endure the occasional smack now and then.
Yun Liu rubbed his brow, half-suspecting the Silly Girl had no idea what she was even saying. Maybe Ao Tian had put her up to it again.
In her words, he could clearly sense that Ji Shiyu had something weighing on her heart—the Heavenly Fate and karma she carried, and the confusion about her unknown future. That wasn’t surprising. Ji Xingshu and Ao Tian had piled too much pressure on her since childhood, just like every parent who hopes their child will rise above the rest.
They’d overlooked one thing: before the fortune of the Nine Provinces converged, Ji Shiyu was still an inexperienced little yellow-haired girl. You can’t keep pumping air into a balloon forever without it eventually bursting.
In the game, as the Fallen Mysterious Woman’s consciousness gradually completed itself, even the ever-optimistic type had moments of distress and irritation. She’d relied on her few kindred beauties to relieve the pressure.
At that thought, Yun Liu rubbed his chin, an idea forming.
“You said it yourself. No regrets?”
The Little Yellow Hair, who’d thought her Master found her too chubby, pouted, then nodded emphatically at his words, light returning to her eyes.
“No regrets!”
Yun Liu grinned a wicked grin, his gaze growing bolder by the second.
“Then brace yourself! Once we start, there’s no turning back. Even if you try to run, I’ll drag you back!”
“I said… I said what I said. Bring it on.”
Ji Shiyu lifted her little face, unaware of what was to come, but a bit nervous as she recalled Senior Sister Qin’s pained yet pleasured cries.
Once I’ve tried it, I won’t be a kid anymore. How would I know whether I’m not as good as Senior Sister Qin unless I put myself to the test!
“Alright then, take off your clothes!”
“Huh—th-this fast?”
In the darkness, the girl’s pretty face burned hot as her trembling fingers undid her buttons.
We start with kissing? Master’s too rough! Jumping straight into the main event? Shouldn’t we begin with holding hands first? Don’t most techniques follow a gradual progression? At least warm up a little first.
Yun Liu teased: “Weren’t you just acting all tough a moment ago, swearing you wanted to be a bad child? Scared now?”
“Wh-who says I’m scared.”
Though she’d been hoping for this exact development, now that it was actually time for a beating, Ji Shiyu felt some hesitation. After all, with Senior Sister Qin’s cultivation, she’d still been left breathless and gasping.
Am I going to be beaten to death by Master on the spot…
The Little Yellow Hair gulped, covered her bare body with her hands, and closed her eyes, bracing for the storm.
But a robe came flying over, smacking her right in the face.
“Ouch!”
“Get changed and come find me.”
A breeze stirred by her ear, and the Young Man was already gone.
What is this, some kind of lingerie?