Perhaps it wasn’t just the fist.
But when you’re facing a woman, especially when you’re particularly eager to seize the initiative in the relationship between you and this woman…
Feet…
This particular fetish should probably not be exposed just yet.
Between a young couple, such things can be a form of playfulness, but the relationship between Xu Sheng and Zhu Yuexi was not like that.
Xu Sheng’s eyes, which had dodged for a moment, grew calm. He stared directly into Zhu Yuexi’s eyes.
One second… two seconds…
Several seconds later, it was finally Zhu Yuexi who couldn’t withstand the pressure. Her pretty face flushed red as she slightly turned her face away.
Xu Sheng took the opportunity to reach out, his hand gently grasping the jade-like foot that Zhu Yuexi had just been about to put back into the water.
According to the principle of conservation of mass, when one person in a pair is prone to shame, the other person’s skin automatically thickens.
Often, you just need to be the one with the thicker skin.
“I never imagined Saintess Zhu had such a fetish. So, what does it feel like now that I’m holding it?”
What does it feel like?
Zhu Yuexi’s feet had never been touched by anyone before. Even though that had happened with Xu Sheng by accident, there had been no chance for Xu Sheng to play with them so openly like this.
Now, with Xu Sheng directly picking them up, an unbearable itch actually arose in Zhu Yuexi’s heart.
She instinctively wanted to pull them back, but Xu Sheng had already brought both his hands up.
Xu Sheng’s hands seemed to be warmer than the water in the basin. The shame in Zhu Yuexi’s heart was about to reach its limit.
“Zhu Yuexi.”
Xu Sheng carefully examined this pair of nearly perfect jade-like feet and suddenly spoke.
“Hmm…”
Zhu Yuexi could only subconsciously respond.
Xu Sheng’s hands seemed to be tracing the shape of her feet. Zhu Yuexi’s breathing became rapid.
“I have some suspicions about you, Zhu Yuexi.”
Suspicions about me?
Zhu Yuexi narrowed her eyes. While panting, a sliver of doubt arose in her heart.
What could Xu Sheng suspect her of?
Suspecting that she was cooperating now but later planned to join forces with Mo Ruxue to finish him off?
Xu Sheng continued:
“Don’t you think that every time you disrespect me, you end up being punished by me? And the content of the punishment is usually something like this, a moment that makes you blush.”
Xu Sheng’s hand slowly moved up to Zhu Yuexi’s calf.
Compared to Mo Ruxue’s, Zhu Yuexi’s calf was more slender, possessing the unique springy vitality of a young maiden.
His hands were moving, and his mouth didn’t stop either.
“But after being punished, a normal person would actively avoid it. What about you, Zhu Yuexi? Knowing full well this would lead to punishment, you still insist on provoking me. It’s hard not to make people suspicious.”
What suspicion? What is Xu Sheng talking about?
Zhu Yuexi vaguely had a guess in her heart, seeming to understand what Xu Sheng meant to say now.
She really wanted to kick Xu Sheng in the face, and maybe even stuff her foot in his mouth to stop him from speaking.
But after Xu Sheng’s caresses, for some reason, Zhu Yuexi felt her legs go a little weak. The dampened place was no longer just her water-soaked feet.
Xu Sheng’s gaze had always been so clear, as if he could see through everything.
It was a look Zhu Yuexi refused to acknowledge.
Xu Sheng continued:
“Zhu Yuexi, I think you’re just deliberately acting shameless. You just want me to punish you harshly, don’t you?”
As he spoke, Xu Sheng stood up, still holding Zhu Yuexi’s feet. Zhu Yuexi, who had been sitting on the bed, leaned back.
For a moment, she felt weightless. Her hair spilled onto the bedsheet. When her vision refocused, Xu Sheng was already looking down at her from above.
Her legs were pressed together and slung over Xu Sheng’s shoulder.
This posture.
It made a certain scene flash through Zhu Yuexi’s mind, along with the physical sensations from that time, which were remembered and reflected back. A clear trace of panic appeared on Zhu Yuexi’s face.
“You… Xu Sheng, you scoundrel! Let me go… My master will not…”
“I really can’t tell anymore if you’re genuinely stupid or just pretending. It’s always this same line. If you have the guts, go tell your master. Tell your master everything between us.”
As he spoke, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Xu Sheng’s mouth.
He leaned down, his face slowly approaching Zhu Yuexi’s.
“Tell your master everything clearly. Tell her how you framed your fellow disciple and ended up suffering the consequences yourself. Then tell her how you knelt down and begged me to *you after being poisoned that day. And tell her what positions we were in that night… If you can’t remember, I have a memory stone here… Oh, you probably do remember, right, Zhu Yuexi? You have a clear memory of everything that happened.”
Xu Sheng moved closer and closer. The faint, elusive medicinal fragrance suddenly became more pronounced.
Perhaps because the memory left from the first time she smelled this scent was so licentious, like a trained dog salivating at the sound of a bell.
Zhu Yuexi’s body began to tremble uncontrollably.
One of Xu Sheng’s hands gripped Zhu Yuexi’s neck.
To be honest, Xu Sheng’s own fetishes weren’t particularly heavy. He held a take-it-or-leave-it attitude towards such actions.
But Zhu Yuexi was different.
Her body was genuinely enjoying it.
The moment Xu Sheng’s fingers wrapped around her neck and slowly applied pressure, bringing that sliver of suffocation, it was as if some substance was being secreted wildly in Zhu Yuexi’s brain.
She couldn’t resist.
Perhaps it wasn’t that she couldn’t resist the action itself, but that she couldn’t resist Xu Sheng doing such an action to her.
Zhu Yuexi’s lips parted slightly. The rosy hue on her already somewhat flushed cheeks instantly spread.
At this moment, however, Xu Sheng’s movements stopped. A playful smile played on his lips.
Zhu Yuexi didn’t understand.
To be honest… yesterday, Xu Sheng had only… only fed her medicine. Although it was also pleasurable, it was completely insufficient.
In this enclosed environment now, Zhu Yuexi’s heart was secretly anticipating that something might happen.
But Xu Sheng spoke up:
“My hand is just resting on Saintess Zhu’s neck. I haven’t even applied any force yet. How come Saintess Zhu’s face is completely red? What, are you expecting me to be rough with you?”
“……”
Silence.
Zhu Yuexi maintained this expression and fell silent.
But the look in her eyes kept changing.
From initial dazed confusion, to later doubt, and then to a flash of anger.
Zhu Yuexi reached out, wanting to push Xu Sheng off of her.
But Xu Sheng was like an immovable wall.
“Zhu Yuexi, when we first met, I asked you some questions. You promised very nicely back then. I think you’ve actually always remembered, right?”
Zhu Yuexi was stunned. A segment of dialogue from that scene of tangled passion surfaced in her mind.
…
“Zhu Yuexi, judging by your posture, you’re just like my dog, aren’t you?”
“You seem even more excited. You don’t actually want to be my dog, do you?!”
“Is it true? Is it?!”
“Yes…”
…