Chapter 40: In the End, I Still... Guh... Impossible!
Ye Xueyi endured silently in front of her elder, suppressing the unbearable sensations coursing through her body.
Her face occasionally showed an awkward expression as she struggled to maintain her composure. Her long, slender legs, wrapped in black stockings, were crossed and constantly shifting positions, revealing her restlessness.
Her body trembled ever so slightly.
She tried to distract herself, but it was a complete failure.
Whether it was the tea or the conversation between the two, she couldn't focus on either.
A significant reason for this was that every time she took a sip of tea, her martial aunt would glance at her.
This feeling—there was only one way to describe it: absolutely terrible.
I came to save you, yet why do you look like you're enjoying my suffering?!
The goddess truly couldn’t understand.
In reality, Yun Rong wasn’t mocking her.
She just found her martial niece’s behavior rather odd.
A flushed face was understandable—she knew Ye Xueyi was embarrassed after being caught in such a situation.
But why was she squirming so much while sitting still? Was she trying to send some kind of signal?
But… there was no such secret signal in their sect that she could recall!
The more nervous Ye Xueyi became, the more she was stared at.
The more she was stared at, the more nervous she became.
This vicious cycle continued, making her distress last far longer than she could endure.
Time crawled by.
Ye Xueyi finally understood what it meant for a single moment to feel like an eternity.
She had to stay sharp enough to handle Su Qing’s occasional conversation, all while resisting the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume her.
If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it's taken without the author's consent. Report it.
Who knew multitasking could be this exhausting?!
Under this extreme crisis, she even felt like her mental discipline was undergoing a breakthrough.
If she survived this ordeal, her willpower would surely improve significantly!
Finally, the teapot was empty.
“Lord Su, I’ll be taking my leave now. Thank you for your hospitality.”
Yun Rong stood up and gracefully bowed.
“Alright, feel free to visit anytime.”
Su Qing nodded, a faint smile on his face.
That warm and friendly smile made Yun Rong glance at Ye Xueyi.
See? This is the ‘villain’ you were talking about?
Unfortunately, the goddess refused to meet her gaze, keeping her head lowered.
The door closed, leaving only the two of them in the room once more.
Ye Xueyi finally let out a breath, her exhaustion showing on her face.
She collapsed onto the cold table, completely drained of energy.
This entire ordeal had been sheer torment for her.
But at least she made it. The agreed time had passed.
I won!
A relieved smile appeared on her face, her crimson eyes filled with triumph.
You damn scoundrel, no matter how much you schemed, I still won this round!
“You look quite pleased. Should I congratulate you?”
Su Qing’s voice was laced with amusement.
“Hah… From the results, I won. I just hope you’re someone who keeps their word.”
Ye Xueyi’s voice carried a hint of pride.
“Won? Quite the opposite—you lost completely.”
Su Qing smirked.
“W-What do you mean by that? Are you planning to go back on your word?!”
The goddess’ crimson eyes flickered with confusion before filling with uncontrollable rage.
She had endured so much, suffered through this ordeal, and now he wanted to cheat her?!
“Ah, is trust between people really this fragile?”
Su Qing sighed, shaking his head.
He didn’t bother explaining further and simply reached out, resting his hand on her black-stockinged leg.
Ye Xueyi trembled violently, her pupils shrinking as she tensed up completely.
Is he really this shameless? Does he intend to do something to me?!
At that moment, she recalled the stories of those heroic women who had been utterly broken.
Her body went rigid, and her gaze was locked onto his hand in panic.
The sensation… Huh?
Even if she magnified the feeling tenfold, it was still within a tolerable range.
“You didn’t seriously believe White Jade Pavilion would waste time inventing something like this, did you?”
Su Qing smirked, revealing the truth.
“Huh?”
Ye Xueyi’s lips parted slightly, a confused sound escaping her mouth. She clearly hadn’t caught on yet.
“This is nothing more than an ordinary pair of black stockings. They have no special effects whatsoever.”
“What torture device? That was just something I made up. But judging from your reactions…”
“Lady Ye, you weren’t actually convinced and imagined all those sensations, were you?”
Su Qing studied her expression intently.
Her already flushed cheeks drained of color, her crimson eyes filled with utter disbelief.
Her mouth hung open, completely forgetting to maintain her usual composure.
This reaction—absolutely priceless!
“N-No way… that’s impossible…”
Ye Xueyi muttered blankly, her mind spiraling.
She had been fighting a battle against… nothing?!
All the suffering she endured—was it all in her own head?!
Her composure shattered, her brain going completely blank.
Moments later, she finally processed the situation and immediately resorted to self-denial.
No, he’s lying!
If… if these stockings were just ordinary stockings, then what about the heightened sensations I felt?
He must be unwilling to accept his loss and is saying this to make me doubt myself!
“I know what you’re thinking. Honestly, I was surprised by your reaction as well.”
“The so-called heightened sensations were nothing but a trick of your own mind, but it seems they also exposed a side of you you’d rather not admit.”
Su Qing’s gaze held an indescribable amusement.
This reaction stemmed from Ye Xueyi’s inexperience with wearing stockings. The unfamiliar sensation on her legs naturally felt different from usual.
Combined with his psychological suggestion, her mind simply exaggerated the effect.
However, what he hadn’t expected was just how extreme her reaction would be.
This was truly an unexpected delight.
He lifted a mirror and placed it in front of the goddess.
Ye Xueyi instinctively glanced at her reflection—and was utterly stunned.
The image staring back at her was undeniably her own, yet she looked completely different from her usual self.
Compared to her usual icy demeanor, her appearance now exuded an overwhelming sensuality.
Her exquisite face was flushed, her crimson eyes moist and shimmering.
A light sheen of sweat adorned her forehead, giving her a strangely alluring appeal.
Her lips, soft and rosy, looked as if they were waiting to be claimed.
The reflection in the mirror—where was the once aloof and untouchable goddess?
This… This isn’t right… This can’t be right!
