Mo Qingqing reached out and lightly brushed Su Yun’s cheek with her fingertips, smooth and delicate, carrying a faint trace of dampness.
She saw fear and grievance entwined in Su Yun’s watery eyes.
Yet somehow, in the depths of those eyes, there was also a subtle hint of allure, almost undetectable—like a delicate flower beaded with dew, making one want to cherish her, and at the same time, long to pluck her even more recklessly.
It was a kind of instinctive seduction, one Su Yun herself was unaware of. At this moment, her expression and voice, to a witch who had never experienced such emotions, held a fatal power.
“Beg me… hmm?” Mo Qingqing’s tone dropped low, carrying a dangerous temptation.
Her fingers slid down Su Yun’s cheek, softly tracing her chin, then slowly moved toward that tender, smooth neck.
Su Yun’s body tensed at the sudden gentleness, and the shimmer in her eyes grew even brighter.
She dared not make a sound, only trembling helplessly like a small animal.
Wherever that finger touched, her skin felt as if it were burning, yet also as if tiny electric currents were coursing through her.
It was numb, itchy, and overwhelming.
“You know, there are many ways to beg for mercy, little thing.”
Mo Qingqing’s voice seemed to carry a magical power, burrowing into Su Yun’s ears and making her shudder deep inside.
Her fingertip gently pressed against the skin of Su Yun’s neck, feeling the frantic pulse beneath. This lively thrum resonated with the laws of life within her, bringing her unprecedented satisfaction.
The way you are now only makes me… even more excited.
Mo Qingqing’s lips curled into a wicked, seductive smile, her eyes glinting with intrigue.
She relished Su Yun’s vulnerability—there was an addictive pleasure in it.
She especially enjoyed seeing Su Yun this soft and timid, filled with fear yet too scared to utter a sound.
This feeling captivated her even more than any magical research.
Su Yun’s eyelashes quivered, teardrops on the verge of falling.
She swallowed hard.
She wanted to cry, to wail out loud.
But her body’s instincts made her bite her lower lip, stifling the sobs to a faint whimper.
Mo Qingqing’s gentle touch was even more disorienting than her earlier rough teasing.
Her body trembled harder from the sensitivity, all the blood and heat surging to that one point, leaving her feverish and ashamed.
“Don’t be so tense.” Mo Qingqing lessened her grip slightly, yet pulled Su Yun closer still.
Her breath fanned against Su Yun’s ear, sending tingles through her.
That exhaled breath carried the unique steam of the bath and the faint scent of violet from Mo Qingqing herself, plunging Su Yun’s mind into even more chaos.
“Remember, you are mine. Your body, your voice, everything about you belongs only to me.” She murmured in a deep voice, brimming with an unquestionable dominance.
“I’ll do whatever I want with you. You have no right to beg me.”
This tyranny sent a chill through Su Yun’s heart. She knew Mo Qingqing wasn’t joking—she meant every word.
Her fate had been bound tightly to this powerful witch from the moment she stepped into the trial ground.
Mo Qingqing brought her lips close to Su Yun’s ear again, gently biting, making Su Yun shiver all over.
Su Yun’s tail flicked sharply through the water, sending up a splash.
She felt a rush of heat race from the tip of her ear to her mind, then run straight down her spine, making goosebumps rise all over her skin.
“Alright, stop looking so miserable.” Mo Qingqing’s voice regained some of its icy clarity, though a playful glint lingered deep in her eyes.
She released Su Yun, righted her, and gestured for her to pick up the 《Flowing Shadows》 magic book again.
She knew, this little thing was sensitive in body but had a powerful will to survive. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would seize it.
“Continue. What don’t you understand?” Mo Qingqing’s fingertip, seemingly unintentional, softly brushed Su Yun’s back again, as if soothing her earlier tremors.
Su Yun hurriedly grabbed the book, struggling to calm her wildly pounding heart, her trembling finger pointing at a complex symbol on the page.
Her mind was in disarray, still swirling with the sensations from before, but for the sake of survival, she had to focus.
This… this sentence… I… I don’t understand….” Her voice trembled even more.
Right now, she looked especially delicate, like a child who’d just been punished for misbehaving and was now being forced to hurry up and eat.
Mo Qingqing took the book. Her long hair, wet and clinging to her skin, only made those deep red eyes of hers look even more sharp and piercing.
She lowered her head, her chin grazing Su Yun’s hair, sending another subtle shiver through her.
“Mm….”
Su Yun’s body shuddered instantly.
“This sentence means…” Mo Qingqing tapped the rune on the page with her fingertip, patiently explaining.
For a moment, she seemed to recall scenes of Lin Mo and her very first teacher instructing her.
Her voice was cold and melodious, laced with a witch’s unique charm, yet softened by a barely noticeable tenderness.
“And this one, this little dot beside it, is how you guide shadow magic into your body.” Her fingertip moved again, unintentionally brushing Su Yun’s sensitive collarbone.
Su Yun shuddered once more, her small body arching slightly, trying hard to maintain a listening posture.
She felt like a doll being played with at will—any resistance seemed so futile, she could only plead silently as her body trembled.
“As for this part… it’s more about describing… rule fragments. You can’t understand that yet, so don’t worry about it.”
Mo Qingqing’s fingertip glided over Su Yun’s nape, then gently massaged her.
Her touch was skillful, just enough to ease Su Yun’s nerves while still preventing her from relaxing completely.
Mo Qingqing narrowed her eyes slightly, watching the blush bloom across Su Yun’s skin from her touch, feeling the delicate body in her arms shiver again and again—a delight she couldn’t help but savor.
“Master…” Su Yun called out softly, her voice trembling, tinged with an indescribable sweetness.
She felt as if her whole body had turned to mush, like dough being kneaded, but Mo Qingqing’s closeness gave her a strange sense of reassurance.
“Hmm?” Mo Qingqing’s fingertip traced slowly down Su Yun’s spine.
Her gaze was deep, as if she could see straight through Su Yun’s heart, through every mask and struggle.
“I… I’m a bit itchy.”
Su Yun’s words were almost inaudible, her face flushed crimson. Her tail instinctively curled up, but being in the bathwater, she couldn’t fully hide it.
That pink-blue tail swayed gently in the water, like a blooming flower, or a tempting cloud, dancing before Mo Qingqing’s eyes.
Mo Qingqing chuckled softly, her laughter as crisp as silver bells, yet laced with a touch of mischief. She bent down, her lips once again brushing Su Yun’s ear, her warm breath wafting across Su Yun’s sensitive earlobe.
“Itchy? Isn’t that perfect?” Her fingertip drew gentle circles on Su Yun’s waist.
The touch was so light, yet carried an irresistible magic, making Su Yun’s body tense even more.
“Didn’t you want to learn magic? Focus.” Mo Qingqing’s tone was scolding, yet her hand didn’t stop. Instead, it grew even bolder, as if wanting to knead Su Yun right into herself.
Her arm wrapped tighter around Su Yun’s waist, pulling her small body even closer.
Su Yun felt as limp as water, her back arching, pink-blue tail twitching uneasily under the water.
She tried desperately to concentrate, to understand the magical concept Mo Qingqing explained, but the physical sensations left her mind blank.
She felt like a little boat tossed in a storm, about to capsize at any moment.
Mo Qingqing, seeing her struggle between resistance and submission, was only more delighted.
She leaned down and whispered by Su Yun’s ear.
“Now, tell me again. Do you understand this sentence?”
The heat behind her felt as if it could scorch Su Yun’s skin, making her feel a shame and excitement she’d never known before.
Her body went limp, almost slipping from Mo Qingqing’s embrace.
Yet Mo Qingqing’s arm, strong as iron, held her fast, leaving her no escape.
It’s over…
Really… it’s over…
(Dual update, asking for votes~)
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