“This isn’t scientific, this isn’t scientific.”
In the bedroom, the man who had always believed in science was now starting to doubt it. Not for any other reason, but because Ji Yuennian’s capacity to accept things was far too strong.
He turned his head slightly and looked at the laptop screen. On the other end of the pinhole camera, in a room rimmed with mirrors, the once tall, seductive, long-haired “big sister” was now body bare, tied tightly with red ropes in a tortoiseshell pattern, her graceful neck slightly raised, the whole person suspended in mid-air above the bed. Her delicate, fair feet were bound firmly by the red ropes, and those enchanting eyes now roiled with desire and longing.
Her red lips parted, but what spilled out was not pleas for mercy or curses, but a string of soft, languid moans:
“Chi-bao, come hit me~”
“Chi-bao, I’m begging you~~”
“I’ll stick it out for you, okay? Hurry up and hit me~~”
Jiang Chi: ……
Is this really Ji Yuennian?
“This isn’t right, something’s really not right.” Rubbing his chin, Jiang Chi muttered to himself. At this point, this could no longer be called submission, but depravity. And Ji Yuennian’s adaptability—whether mentally or physically—was simply off the charts.
Just the day before, she’d been angry because he tied her too hard and it hurt, but today she was angry that he wasn’t rough enough.
Jiang Chi entered her recent physical data into the small program he’d created, discovering that Ji Yuennian, in her “big sister” form, was as flexible and resilient as a professional judo athlete.
His gaze drifted from the screen, from her beautiful body to her long, snow-white thighs, and finally landed on her familiar, flushed, excited face.
Submission, **.
A complicated look of contemplation flashed across the man’s eyes.
If before she was seventy percent submissive and thirty percent depraved, now it was the opposite—seventy percent depraved, thirty percent submissive. But it didn’t matter; just like solving a math problem, no matter the method, as long as the answer was right, that was enough.
No matter how Ji Yuennian became—whether she submitted or gave in to depravity—as long as she became the “her” he liked, that was enough.
Thinking this, Jiang Chi’s mood improved. He caressed the beauty on the screen, who was endlessly begging for affection, a smile curving his lips, and his touch growing even gentler.
Next, it was time to up the ante.
Let’s see how our great beauty Ji handles the ecstasy of breaking free from societal restraints.
*****
“Mm~ Mom… I know~”
“No~ I’ll be back in half a month, when summer break ends~~”
“Half, half, half… half a month…”
“Birthday? Right, it’s tomorrow~~”
“Mmhm~ Really, I’m fine, it’s just that the weather, mmhmhm, is a bit hot.”
“Alright, alright, I’m hanging up, Mom… mmhmhmhm!!”
Finally managing to hang up on the call from Huang Qingchuan, the beauty shot a fierce glare at the man sitting across from her, fuming, “Chi-bao, you bastard!”
The man was toying with a certain source of sin in his hand. Whenever his fingertips grazed its surface, the beauty’s body would tremble. He looked up, glancing at her with a half-smile, speaking lazily.
“How am I a bastard? All I did was mention it, and then our great Minister of Sports Ji, Ji University’s school tyrant, macho Ji Yuennian herself handed me the controller.”
He purposely stressed the word “macho,” and sure enough, the beauty blushed, her heart racing.
“Bastard! I did not!” she snapped angrily, her face sulky. “You forced me!”
“And stop calling me Ji Yuennian, I’m Yueyue now!”
“When you finish that gentleman’s agreement with Ji Yuennian and promise to let me go, then I’ll be Ji Yuennian again!”
Jiang Chi was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, recalling a book he’d read back in middle school, “The Rise and Fall of Babylonian Sacred Prostitutes.”
Sacred prostitutes—during the religious era of ancient Babylon, most women served at goddess temples. They claimed it was to bring solace to the people as holy beings, moved by their own noble intentions, and then spread their legs for anyone who paid, or didn’t, or for any who pretended to be devout. Who knew if those men were sincere or just taking advantage?
And, of course, who knew if the sacred prostitutes themselves were truly pious, willingly sacrificing everything, or just using faith as a cover to satisfy their own unspoken desires.
Now, the ts girl Ji Yuennian was a born sacred prostitute, making up all sorts of reasons and excuses for her desires, while also shouting about being a “macho,” “not liking the same sex,” “no grinding allowed.”
Tsk tsk, indeed, when a ts girl gives in, those sacred prostitutes and perverts are nothing in comparison.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Just thinking about how to make you cry tonight.”
“Hmph, bastard.” The ts girl snorted disdainfully, but her beautiful eyes were full of deep longing and anticipation.
At the same time, in another corner of the city.
Ji Family.
“Mom, see? I told you, little brother is doing something proper this summer. Don’t bother him, let him focus—maybe your wish for a granddaughter will come true soon.” Ji Haotong sat on the sofa, constantly persuading the dazed Huang Qingchuan beside him.
Huang Qingchuan clutched the just-hung-up phone in a daze, her mouth agape as if she could swallow an egg. After a long, long while, she gradually snapped back to her senses and murmured, “Yueyue’s really grown up, making us all part of her play. Truly my own child, just like me…”
“Mom, what are you muttering about?”
“Nothing, nothing. Back in the day, your dad and I liked to play like that too—he’d sit and I’d be under the table… cough cough, nothing, nothing. The weather’s so nice today, really, haha.”
Realizing she’d let something slip, Huang Qingchuan hurriedly laughed it off.
Ji Haotong: ……
His own mother really didn’t treat him as an outsider. But little brother was playing wild, too. Whatever, as the big brother, he shouldn’t meddle in private matters.
Just couples’ little games—nothing big should come of it.
*****
“Wuwuwu, Chi-bao, I was wrong, I was wrong.”
“Enough, I really can’t take it.”
“Don’t hit my butt, waah~ don’t hit~~”
“……”
Getting her butt spanked, her belly kneaded, bullied until she was teary-eyed… the great beauty cried miserably, tears streaming down like pear blossoms in the rain.
“What about the macho? Weren’t you a macho?” A wild sense of revenge surged in the man’s heart, his big hands mercilessly kneading the long-haired big sister who was sobbing.
“Wuwuwu, I am a macho~~” she wailed even harder, but her mouth was still stubborn: “Macho… mmhmhm! Hmph! Don’t, don’t, ahh! Wuwuwu… macho, I… macho!”
“Look at yourself, where’s the macho in you?” The man’s large, powerful palm pressed down, every touch forceful, as if he wanted to bully the long-haired big sister until she turned into the Dragon King, showing no mercy at all.
“My whole body is… mmhmhm!! Looks like a macho~~” The great beauty cried and shouted, just like a little crybaby being bullied to tears.
Even if she was bullied to tears, even if she was turned into the Dragon King, even if her archenemy bullied her until she cried “meow meow meow,” today’s Ji Yuennian was still a macho.
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