A faint smile tugged at the corner of Ye Lan’s lips, an expression somewhere between amusement and something else.
She walked slowly to the bedside and sat down gracefully, her silk gown spreading out beneath her like a blooming Black Mandala Flower.
Her slender fingers curled gently toward Mu Xi, her voice smooth as the finest silk yet carrying an undeniable command: “You, come here.”
Mu Xi stepped forward cautiously, each step feeling as if she were walking on a knife’s edge.
She could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest, unsure if it was from fear or from the possibility that Ye Lan had noticed those dangerous thoughts just now.
Before Ye Lan spoke, Mu Xi took the initiative to slip off her embroidered shoes, revealing her pale feet with practiced obedience, as if she were used to this dynamic.
She lightly slipped into Ye Lan’s embrace, sensing the other’s cold, noble aura mingled with a mysterious perfume—both frightening and captivating.
Ye Lan lowered her gaze, her gem-like eyes fixed on Mu Xi’s delicate face before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss onto Mu Xi’s smooth forehead.
The touch was as light as a butterfly’s landing, yet it sent Mu Xi’s heart racing.
“I saw what you and Little An were doing on the bed.”
Ye Lan’s voice carried a teasing note, yet beneath it lay an almost imperceptible possessiveness.
Her slender fingers brushed through Mu Xi’s hair as she continued, “Honestly, you’re the little master here. How could you let someone lie on top of you?”
At her words, Mu Xi’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the heat spreading from her ears down to her neck.
The shame of being caught and the embarrassment of having her secret unveiled left her nearly wanting to disappear.
For a moment, she could only widen her beautiful eyes like a frightened fawn, her lashes trembling slightly, unsure how to respond to such an awkward question.
With nowhere to hide, Mu Xi buried her exquisite face deep into Ye Lan’s fragrant chest, trying to mask her embarrassment.
Unconsciously, she caught the enticing scent of milk from Ye Lan’s body—a fragrance both familiar and strange, causing her heart to quicken even more.
Seeing this, Ye Lan’s red lips curved into a meaningful smile.
A playful glint danced in her phoenix-like eyes as her slender fingers beckoned to Little An, who stood not far away, signaling her to come forward with an elegant, irresistible motion.
Silent until now, Little An immediately stepped toward Ye Lan with quick, small steps like a doll receiving an order, bowing her head and folding her hands demurely in front of her.
Her posture was humble and submissive, her eyes vacant as if everything around her was unrelated to her.
Ye Lan lifted Mu Xi’s chin, forcing her to look directly into those aggressively gleaming eyes, her voice soft but absolute: “From now on, you’re not allowed to be so weak. Go, ride her.”
At that, Little An almost reflexively dropped to the floor.
Supporting herself on hands and knees, her movements were chillingly practiced, as if she had done this countless times before.
Mu Xi was stunned by this sudden scene, her mind blank, and it took her two full seconds to snap out of the shock.
She glanced at Ye Lan’s expectant gaze, then at Little An on all fours, biting her rosy lips before slowly, hesitantly straddling Little An’s back.
“Like this?” Mu Xi asked softly, her voice trembling slightly from nervousness.
Her small hands nervously fidgeted with her clothes, feeling as if she were doing something utterly absurd.
Confusion and unease filled her lovely eyes.
Ye Lan nodded with satisfaction and then commanded in that silk-smooth voice, “Little An, move.”
Hearing the order, Little An immediately began to crawl forward slowly.
On hands and knees, carrying Mu Xi across the spacious room like a trained horse bearing its rider.
Her movements were slow but steady, as if she had long been accustomed to this role.
Sitting atop Little An’s back, Mu Xi felt the slight trembling beneath her, a tangled mixture of shame and guilt filling her heart.
Her hands didn’t know where to rest and finally settled lightly on her knees, trying not to add to Little An’s burden.
Ye Lan stood still, admiring the scene with satisfied light shimmering in her eyes.
After a moment, she raised her hand elegantly and signaled, “Stop.”
Little An obeyed the command like a machine, halting precisely and remaining motionless.
She seemed less like a thinking person and more like a tool obeying orders.
Seeing this, Mu Xi immediately tried to get down gently, careful not to hurt the fragile-looking girl beneath her.
But her movement was cut off by Ye Lan’s voice.
“Don’t get down.” Though still soft, Ye Lan’s voice was laced with an unyielding authority.
She stepped closer, looking down on Mu Xi and added, “Just sit like that. Use her as your human stool.”
Mu Xi froze, hesitation and unease flickering in her bright eyes.
She could feel Little An’s back trembling slightly from the prolonged support.
The scene filled her with discomfort and guilt—not because she herself was uncomfortable, but because she felt this treatment of Little An was deeply disrespectful.
Seeming to read Mu Xi’s thoughts, Ye Lan leaned in, her slender fingers brushing Mu Xi’s cheek.
Her deep phoenix eyes gleamed dangerously as she spoke in a low voice: “From now on, you’ll use Little An like this. Don’t spare her, or else—”
She paused deliberately, intensifying the pressure, “You might end up like this yourself.”
A chill crawled down Mu Xi’s spine. The threat in Ye Lan’s words was unmistakable.
In this manor, Ye Lan’s words were law.
No one dared to defy her.
She swallowed hard, her throat dry as if she had swallowed a handful of sand.
“I understand, Master.” Mu Xi whispered, barely audible.
Little An left silently, her slender figure disappearing behind the bathroom door.
Ye Lan’s long fingers reached into a delicate little bag and pulled out a rainbow-colored lollipop, its smooth surface reflecting the soft light in the room.
She twirled the candy between her fingertips, eyes glinting with dangerous intent.
“Starting today, practice your tongue.”
Ye Lan’s voice was low, every word a command that brooked no refusal.
“Your technique is too rusty, unworthy. You must learn how to please people, how to make them feel good.”
Mu Xi took the lollipop, her slender fingers trembling slightly.
Her mind was blank.
Silver hair framed her delicate face, unable to conceal the confusion in her eyes.
“Treat it like a person.” Ye Lan leaned close, her breath brushing Mu Xi’s ear.
“Use your tongue—carefully lick.”
Ye Lan handed over a small bottle of clear liquid, the glass glinting coldly in the light.
“Take a sip and hold it for two minutes.” Her fingertip gently stroked Mu Xi’s lower lip.
“Protect your tongue. Avoid damage from prolonged licking.”
Mu Xi carefully poured the liquid into her mouth.
The transparent liquid spread across her tongue.
Bitter at first, then oddly cooling.
Her tongue gradually went numb, yet her senses sharpened.
She dared not swallow, patiently waiting for the time to pass.
Ye Lan’s eyes fixed intently on the slight trembling of Mu Xi’s lips, desire surging in her phoenix eyes.
Her fingertip traced lightly along Mu Xi’s cheek, delicate to the touch.
“Begin.” Time was up.
Premium Chapter
Login to buy access to this Chapter.