Mu Xi carefully spit out the medicinal liquid and brought the lollipop up to her lips.
She hesitated for half a second, her pink tongue tentatively touching the surface of the candy.
The sweetness instantly flooded her taste buds, but it spread far slower than the sense of shame flooding her heart.
“That’s not right.” Ye Lan suddenly gripped Mu Xi’s wrist, her strength brooking no resistance.
“It’s too mechanical, there’s no emotion.”
Mu Xi lowered her lashes, shadows like scattered feathers cast upon her cheeks, as she tried to escape this awkward situation.
But Ye Lan lifted her chin, forcing her to meet those dangerous eyes.
“Look at me.” Ye Lan’s voice grew abruptly cold, then returned to a velvet-smooth softness.
“Your tongue should be more nimble. Start from the bottom, slowly move upward.”
Mu Xi tried again, the surface of her tongue pressed against the candy, feeling the smoothness and subtle textures.
The room’s temperature seemed to rise by several degrees, heat spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.
Being forced to learn such a strange skill filled her with waves of shame and frustration.
As a man’s soul trapped in a woman’s body, the struggle was even more excruciating at this moment.
But under Ye Lan’s control, she had no choice but to obey.
“Circle it, then circle it again.” Ye Lan patiently guided, eyes shining with a mixture of admiration and anticipation.
“Yes, just like that.”
Her tongue gradually adapted to the motion, from mechanical to smooth, from reluctant to skillful.
Mu Xi closed her eyes, trying to escape reality, but she could not ignore Ye Lan’s gaze that seemed to pierce her soul.
The medicine’s effects began to show, a strange tingling numbed her tongue, heightening her sense of touch.
Every slight bump and dent on the candy’s surface became vividly clear to her.
Ye Lan curled her lips in satisfaction, her gaze falling on Mu Xi’s trembling lashes.
“Good girl.” She praised softly, her fingertips brushing Mu Xi’s cheek.
“Not bad at all, you have real talent.”
‘What a strange talent—who would want something like this?’
Mu Xi frowned, her tongue tingling, her already unsettled mood growing more complicated.
Ye Lan watched the changes in her expression with satisfaction, then suddenly said, “You did well today. Let’s stop the practice for now, or your mouth will get overstimulated.”
She stood up, her long fingers unbuttoning her silk shirt with graceful composure.
The shirt slipped down, revealing black lace lingerie and skin as fair as jade.
Ye Lan turned around and gracefully lay on the bed, her long hair cascading like a waterfall.
“Come here.” Ye Lan patted the empty space beside her.
Mu Xi froze in place, blinking in confusion.
“Come up on the bed and step on my back with your feet.” Ye Lan turned her head, her phoenix eyes glittering with an undeniable command.
“Step on your back?” Mu Xi repeated the phrase, puzzled.
Ye Lan chuckled, “I’ve been busy all day outside. My muscles are stiff. Your little feet are just right to help me relax.”
After hesitating for a moment, Mu Xi crawled onto the bed.
The large bed was so soft it seemed to swallow her whole.
She stretched out one foot, gingerly placing it on Ye Lan’s smooth back.
“Is it cold?” Mu Xi felt the warmth under her foot, the sensation so novel her cheeks flushed.
“It’s just right.” Ye Lan’s voice turned languid.
“Don’t be afraid, use both feet.”
Mu Xi gently placed her other foot on Ye Lan’s back, carefully maintaining her balance.
Her toes curled slightly from nervousness, her soles feeling the fine, delicate texture of Ye Lan’s skin, the subtle contours of her muscles faintly apparent.
“Am I too heavy?” Mu Xi asked, her gaze unconsciously tracing the elegant curve of Ye Lan’s back.
“It’s perfect,” Ye Lan sighed in pleasure.
“Keep going, from the shoulders downward, slowly.”
Mu Xi tried moving her feet, and by accident, her toes brushed the edge of the lingerie, causing her to quickly shift away.
Ye Lan laughed softly, as if she could see right through Mu Xi’s embarrassment.
“Relax, Mu Xi.” Ye Lan’s voice carried a strange magic.
“You’re just giving me a massage.”
As time passed, Mu Xi gradually adapted to the act.
She found that her small feet really could bring Ye Lan comfort.
The other’s satisfied sighs somehow gave her a strange sense of accomplishment as well.
The room was filled only with the gentle sound of breathing and the occasional creak of the mattress.
Mu Xi’s steps grew more rhythmic, and she gradually forgot her initial awkwardness and resistance, focusing on the pressure and pace beneath her feet.
Under the bedside lamp, Ye Lan’s skin glowed with a gentle sheen, like the finest porcelain.
Mu Xi found herself actually appreciating this beauty, stirring another round of struggle inside her.
“So comfortable,” Ye Lan murmured with closed eyes.
“Keep stepping, don’t stop.”
Mu Xi’s steps settled into the rhythm of stepping on Ye Lan’s back, her soles pressed against Ye Lan’s warm, smooth skin.
She couldn’t help marveling at the strange yet fascinating sensation.
As she pressed harder, Ye Lan’s breathing grew less steady, low moans occasionally escaping, extra clear in the dim room.
“Right there…” Ye Lan murmured with eyes closed, her voice drowsy and intoxicating.
Mu Xi stepped on her shoulder blades, feeling the tightening and relaxing of muscle beneath her feet.
Suddenly, Ye Lan flipped over and sat up, grabbing Mu Xi’s ankle.
“That’s enough.”
Before Mu Xi could react, Ye Lan had pulled her into an embrace, her arms locking around Mu Xi’s slender waist.
Startled, Mu Xi braced herself against Ye Lan’s shoulders, but was caught off guard as her lips were seized in a kiss.
Ye Lan’s kiss was just like her—forceful and impossible to refuse.
Mu Xi tried to break free, pushing against Ye Lan’s chest, only to find the other’s strength far surpassed what she expected.
“Don’t resist.” Ye Lan ordered in a low voice between kisses, her tone carrying an irresistible authority.
Mu Xi’s resistance gradually melted away.
That heart-shaped tattoo, seeming as if it would drip, rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
The double effect of the medicinal bath and candy made her body heat uncontrollably.
She closed her eyes, feeling her lips and tongue start to respond to the kiss, even yearning for more.
The bathroom door opened quietly.
Little An walked out, holding freshly washed clothes, her expression still dull and lifeless.
She glanced at the entwined figures on the bed, then, without a trace of emotion, took out a rag and began wiping the tables and floor, as if oblivious to the passionate scene.
“Do you want a child?”
Ye Lan suddenly paused, stroking Mu Xi’s burning cheek, her tone strangely tender.
“A beautiful little daughter.”
Mu Xi froze, terror flickering in her eyes.
She was already unable to adapt to this female body, and now Ye Lan was proposing something even more absurd.
“I…I don’t…” Her voice trembled, unable to form the words.
Seeing her frightened expression, Ye Lan suddenly laughed, her pale fingers tapping Mu Xi’s nose lightly.
“Silly, I’m just teasing you.”
Before Mu Xi could recover from the shock, Ye Lan kissed her again, her hot hands roaming across Mu Xi’s skin, made hypersensitive by the medicinal bath.
Mu Xi felt something deep in her soul begin to unravel, an unfamiliar desire slowly consuming her reason.
In the corner of the room, Little An knelt on the floor, mechanically scrubbing a floor that was already spotless.
Outside the window, moonlight poured down like water.
The shadows of the manor’s trees swayed gently in the breeze, as if silently observing.