"Senior Sister... this isn't appropriate?"

  The sudden attack startled Shen Xibai, her body stiffening.

  Even if they had known each other for less than half a day, even if they were long-time friends, if someone suddenly hugged her and said "I want you," any normal person would be stunned.

  Perhaps Senior Sister had drunk too much fake alcohol. When they first met, Shen Xibai noticed a rge wine gourd hanging from her belt.

  Ying Wuyou's state indeed resembled that of a drunkard who had lost her senses and was randomly teasing others.

  "What's not appropriate? Junior Sister... you're so beautiful. I've searched through all the new female disciples of the Formless Sect... and none are as beautiful as you..."

  "That's not the issue... Senior Sister, you're holding me too tightly..."

  This was the first time Shen Xibai had been hugged by a woman of simir age.

  The sisters and maids at home looked down on her, and there had never been any real intimate gestures.

  As for her mother's embrace, it was a distant memory, over ten years ago, and even her face had gradually blurred.

  She had no friends of the same age and couldn't understand the meaning of being socially fulfilled.

  However, now being held in a warm, soft embrace, with the almost D-cup breats faintly visible under the thin white nightgown, it was hard to ignore.

  Senior Sister's warmth, breath, and fragrance, along with the chaotic heartbeat, all these tantalizing elements were overwhelming.

  Not to mention a young girl who had just entered the immortal sect, even someone with some cultivation would find it hard to resist.

  The good impression from their first meeting, her outstanding appearance and character, and her gentle personality were all Senior Sister's strengths.

  These many strengths made Shen Xibai reluctant to push her away. If Senior Sister held a grudge, it would be difficult to repair the retionship ter.

  As long as nothing dangerous happened, it was better not to push her away for now, Shen Xibai thought.

  Gradually, Ying Wuyou was no longer satisfied with just a simple hug.

  The evil fire burning inside her made her body unbearably uncomfortable, and the surging heat caused her great pain.

  Junior Sister's cool skin felt very comfortable against her, just enough to offset some of the heat generated by the evil fire.

  Although it was only a small part, it at least provided a slight sense of comfort.

  "Junior Sister's body is so cool... like the spring water in the mountain stream..."

  "Senior Sister is quite hot (whisper). By the way, why hasn't Master returned with the medicine yet?"

  The wait for Xiao Che to return was agonizing.

  Ying Wuyou's unrestrained closeness, rubbing against her, stirred ripples in Shen Xibai's calm heart, and she couldn't suppress the gradually growing evil thoughts.

  A cultivator's mind wasn't as pure as a bnk sheet of paper. Shen Xibai stared at Senior Sister's neck, her mouth and tongue drying up.

  Senior Sister's skin was as white as snow, even whiter than the steamed buns she had eaten at the inn in the morning. There was always a faint smell of alcohol on her, not pungent, but perhaps a bit intoxicating.

  The books sold in the bookstore at the foot of the mountain were not for children.

  Now that she was of age, she occasionally sneaked to the bookstore behind her father's back and read for a whole day.

  Some books detailed the love between two young women and their physiological overreactions. As times changed, people no longer restricted free love and family formation between women, and literature of this genre emerged.

  Two women alone in a room were most likely to spark some indescribable, romantic events. The scenes from the books flooded her mind, constantly eroding her weak will.

  If Master were present, she could prevent "danger" from happening, but if she had to act herself, she would need to be resolute.

  Such a weak Senior Sister, she could take on ten of her.

  At the same time, Ying Wuyou's behavior became even more unrestrained.

  "Junior Sister... you have a good figure, quite firm... let Senior Sister see how you've developed..."

  As she spoke, she began to undo Junior Sister's belt.

  "Senior Sister, don't..."

  "I must, I must..."

  The belt was tied a bit tight, and due to her weak body, it took a while to undo it. The thin nightgown became disheveled, revealing her fragrant shoulders, and her impressive cleavage came into view.

  Shen Xibai was often tasked with physical bor at home, even preparing her own bathwater by chopping wood and fetching water from the well.

  She had been exercising regurly, and in terms of strength, she was far superior to Senior Sister.

  Faced with a frivolous, unconscious Senior Sister, wasn't it appropriate to do something?

  She had always wanted to try what the heroines in the books had done. The heroines all rode their masters and pyed around.

  After two seconds of intense thought, Shen Xibai took a deep breath, untied her own belt, and revealed a smile that didn't match her character. Pure yet slightly evil, evil yet slightly innocent.

  She might have gone a bit bad, ruined by Senior Sister, who had flipped a strange switch.

  "It's all Senior Sister's fault."

  With a gentle push, the light as a feather body fell onto the bed. With a fluid motion, the white belt with silver cloud embroidery wrapped around Ying Wuyou's wrists several times, tying her hands, and the ends of the belt were secured to the bedpost.

  Her slender wrists were bound by "shackles," making her look even more vulnerable.

  "Junior Sister... what are you doing?"

  Ying Wuyou half-closed her eyes, her face flushed, her blue eyes like rippling waves, covered with a thin yer of moisture. Her red lips were tender, like a bud waiting to bloom.

  A few drops of glistening sweat trickled down her neck, and her delicate colrbone trembled with her rapid breathing.

  Senior Sister was a hundred, a thousand times more beautiful than the heroines described in the books. Shen Xibai suddenly felt like hugging her, carefully feeling the softness and fragrance of an older woman's body.

  While Master hadn't returned yet, just a little while shouldn't matter.

  Shen Xibai allowed the small evil thoughts to grow wildly, reaching out to the defenseless Ying Wuyou.

  "Creak—"

  The wooden door was pushed open, and a corner of a bck robe was glimpsed through the crack.

  Xiao Che had left quickly and returned just as fast.

  The Blessing Hall, where the medicine was stored, wasn't far from the dormitory area, and the round trip took only a dozen minutes.

  Upon entering his beloved disciple's room, she found her tied to the bed, seemingly pying some kind of bondage game.

  The newly accepted disciple, Shen Xibai, knelt beside Ying Wuyou, holding a handkerchief and wiping her face.

  It was her own handkerchief, which she had quickly pulled from her sleeve at the critical moment.

  "You two..."

  "Senior Sister suddenly became very flirtatious, pouncing on me and trying to take off my clothes. I had no choice but to use my belt to restrain her first. If I've offended in any way, please forgive me, Master."

  "Such behavior is normal. Wuyou's condition is special, and she occasionally acts crazily. Currently, the Formless Sect's techniques have no corresponding strategy."

  Xiao Che put down the medicine, took the handkerchief, and dipped it into the water basin. Shen Xibai felt a bit guilty, breathing softly and cautiously gncing at Xiao Che from the corner of her eye.

  "Disciple thinks that Senior Sister seems to be under the influence of a desire-inducing Gu poison."

  "Your specution is not without reason. On the day I adopted her, I discovered it. It's said to be Gu poison, but it's more like a curse. A curse, and also a destined camity.”