Remember who you are
Han Shengyao lay on the ground, her hair cascading like seaweed, bathed in the cold moonlight. She watched as Lin Qianshuang hovered above her, her eyes closed in concentration. Lin Qianshuang’s soft eyelashes fluttered slightly, like butterfly wings taking flight, casting a faint glow on her cheeks that were tinged with a rosy hue.
Their noses brushed against each other, a gentle touch that broke the initial hesitation. Lin Qianshuang leaned in and kissed Han Shengyao deeply, her inexperience evident in the tentative movements of her tongue. Despite her lack of feelings for this captivating woman, Lin Qianshuang couldn’t help but feel a hint of trepidation.
Caught off guard, Han Shengyao stiffened as Lin Qianshuang’s lips pressed against hers. She could sense the fumbling attempts of her disciple, who perched on her lap like a playful kitten, her aggressive actions reminiscent of a young lioness learning to hunt.
Han Shengyao gritted her teeth, allowing Lin Qianshuang to dominate her lips. Her expression remained blank, but her body grew tense and her thoughts raced.
If she hastily rejects her apprentice now, and her apprentice then asks if the kiss is wrong, or if she brings up even more intimate topics, she wouldn’t know how to respond.
It must be Du Shuang, a veteran of romance, who left pornographic material lying around and tainted her disciple’s eyes with erotic pictures.
Han Shengyao cursed Du Shuang a few times in her heart. If her apprentice was misled by the erotic pictures and did not follow the normal path of yin and yang in the future, developing a good feminine style, it would be necessary for her to have a good fight with Du Shuang, disable her hands, and prevent her from harming others again.
As Shuang’er’s biological master and her only caretaker, Han Shengyao felt it was necessary for her to give Lin Qianshuang another lesson at this moment to correct her erroneous behavior.
Especially now that she’s kissing someone of the same sex.
Han Shengyao made up her mind and slightly opened her tightly closed teeth. As the disciple’s reckless tongue penetrated, she bit down hard as punishment. At the moment when the other person was in pain and let go, she flipped over and pressed the person above her with one hand, grabbing the back of the other person’s neck and pressing it to the ground, just like an adult mother cat scolding a newborn kitten.
Her gaze narrowed slightly, and her purple light deepened. She had to subdue her disciple first before she could properly educate her!
Lin Qianshuang relented, thinking that even if it were to lead to something, she must have the upper hand.
She took the initiative to hold down Han Shengyao’s shoulders, and in a very threatening and semi-oppressive posture, kissed for a while. She made every effort to make Han Shengyao respond in some way, but instead, the tip of her tongue was met with a burst of pain, as the other party bit down slightly.
Sure enough, Han Shengyao was a piece of wood, a straight girl against a straight girl, two people who were not on the same wavelength, and no amount of passion could bridge the gap between them.
Lin Qianshuang watched as Han Shengyao pushed her away, as she had expected.
She didn’t believe that Han Shengyao, who had a crush and was not a lesbian, would really lay hands on a woman like her just because she had ignited her inner longing.
Her hand was seized by the other party and pressed firmly to the ground, rendering her immobile.
Lin Qianshuang instinctively sensed the disadvantage of this position. Fearing that Han Shengyao would grow angry, she took the initiative to assume a feeble and pitiably helpless stance.
A brief look of feigned dismay crossed her face, and upon realizing her bound hands, she displayed an expression of grievance. Her eyes, slightly moist, lifted to gaze at Han Shengyao as she uttered in a soft, low voice:
“Master, why did you not react as the person depicted in the book? Has your disciple done something wrong?”
Han Shengyao stared at Lin Qianshang for several seconds, offering no response. Her face bore no trace of anger. Instead, she lifted Lin Qianshang into her arms and, with a flutter of her sleeves, leapt out of the open window, her demonic qi propelling them through the air.
Cradled in Han Shengyao’s arms, Lin Qianshang shivered slightly from the cold night wind and opened her mouth, a hint of pity in her voice. “Master, where are you taking me…?”
She was a bit confused by Han Shengyao’s current behavior. Instead of getting angry or answering any of her questions, she inexplicably took her out of the room. What was going on?
As Han Shengyao concealed her presence and whisked her into a room where a fierce battle raged, she dragged Lin Qianshuang to a corner and forced her to witness a couple engaging in an explicit sexual encounter on the bed. Lin Qianshuang instantly grasped Han Shengyao’s intent, and her expression became a mixture of amusement and dismay.
Noticing Lin Qianshuang’s reaction, Han Shengyao likely surmised that Du Shuang’s influence had taken hold of her. She feared that her young disciple’s mind would be corrupted, and that she might develop an unfeminine demeanor or fall under Du Shuang’s sway. This prompted Han Shengyao’s unusual actions.
Han Shengyao firmly held Lin Qianshuang’s head in place, forcing her to watch the raucous activity on the bed. The couple’s vigorous movements shook the bed, while their passionate and explicit cries brought a blush to Lin Qianshuang’s face.
Witnessing such an explicit and intimate display, even a heterosexual individual would experience arousal. Lin Qianshuang, compelled by Han Shengyao, was subjected to the entire performance. Whenever she attempted to avert her gaze, Han Shengyao forcefully pulled her back, and the occasional provocative moans sent shivers down her spine. Her already fair skin turned crimson with embarrassment.
The atmosphere grew stifling and oppressive, and Lin Qianshuang felt her throat grow parched. She felt as though she were a fish trapped in a frying pan, her temperature rising uncontrollably, threatening to burst out of her skin.
Han Shengyao behind her was not much better either. Her breathing noticeably quickened, and the hand holding her waist slowly tightened.
The two were already pressed closely together, and as their body temperatures gradually rose, they began to feel uncomfortable, which embarrassed Lin Qianshuang.
“Master, I understand now. Can you let go of me?”
Lin Qianshuang spoke helplessly. She was so hot that she wanted to jump into a swimming pool and swim a few laps.
She turned her head to look at Han Shengyao, her breathing unsteady. Her eyes pleaded with Han Shengyao, but she was stunned by Han Shengyao’s delicate crimson face.
Han Shengyao’s purple eyes stared at the woman on the bed, lost in thought. Her pupils were deep and dark, contrasting with her noble face flushed with a hint of crimson. It created an indescribable allure.
“Master?”
Lin Qianshuang waved her hand in front of Han Shengyao’s eyes.
Han Shengyao’s gaze slowly focused on Lin Qianshuang’s face, as if she had been roused from a trance. Her arms around Lin Qianshuang loosened abruptly.
Lin Qianshuang’s legs buckled as Han Shengyao suddenly released her, sending her tumbling to the ground.
The couple on the bed, still engrossed in their passionate encounter, detected the disturbance. The man hurriedly covered the woman with a quilt and, in a panic, seized his sword and scanned his surroundings. “Who’s there! Reveal yourself!” he commanded.
Lin Qianshuang froze, but upon realizing that the man could not see her, she relaxed.
Realizing their presence had been detected, Han Shengyao swiftly scooped Lin Qianshuang off the floor and dragged her away from the house.
This time, she didn’t carry Lin Qianshuang horizontally but gently lifted her with her demonic energy and flew with her.
Han Shengyao flung Lin Qianshuang into Du Shuang’s study in the Yixiang Tower. As Lin Qianshuang rubbed her sore waist and stood up, the music sheet for the Flowing Fragrance Melody was hurled at her, hitting her head before landing in her arms.
“Memorize this sheet music. It’s the Demon Emperor’s favorite tune. As a future member of the Demon Emperor’s court, you must remember that the correct path in this world is to balance yin and yang. The ways of men and women are both deviant energies, which will hinder your cultivation.”
“The meditation method is infused into the zither. You’ll learn it by playing it. Tomorrow at noon, I will return to randomly check your progress.”
Han Shengyao’s voice was icy, her solemn figure clad in a plain dress, exuding an aura of cold detachment and suppression that weighed heavily on Lin Qianshuang.
With a loud bang, the study door slammed shut.
Clutching the sheet music, Lin Qianshuang sat cross-legged on the floor, sweat beading on her forehead as she finally relaxed.
Terrified, she had feared that the slightest disrespect towards Han Shengyao would be her end. However, to her surprise, Han Shengyao seemed to have an urgent matter and left abruptly. Could Du Shuang be looking for her? But it was already so late. What could she do?
Lin Qianshuang forced herself to clear her mind and instead focused on absorbing the meditation method that Han Shengyao had imparted into her divine consciousness.
Entering a state of silent meditation, Lin Qianshuang gathered her demonic energy and gradually began to cultivate.
Her primary concern at this moment was to establish a solid foundation.
As Han Shengyao had mentioned, the Demon Realm venerated strength. To earn recognition and respect, Lin Qianshuang resolved to enhance her abilities.
Biting her lower lip, her eyes sparkled in the dim candlelight. Plans began to form in her mind. But first, she needed to be stronger.
Meanwhile, in a guest room at Yixiang Tower, Han Shengyao disrobed, revealing her ivory skin. She poured a bucket of icy lake water over her head, the cold lingering on her collarbone. It cascaded down her delicate chin, pooling on the floor.
The piercing cold failed to extinguish the heat that coursed through her body.
While accompanying her apprentice to witness the ecstasy of a couple, she had found herself fixated on the woman’s expressions beneath the man. As she writhed in agony and pleasure, Han Shengyao recalled the night she had lost control. When she had bitten her apprentice’s neck, her face had contorted similarly. Her blood had been so fresh and alluring. In that moment, a primal instinct had surged within her: to devour her disciple entirely, to consume her blood and possess her utterly. Subconsciously, Han Shengyao superimposed Lin Qianshuang’s face onto the woman’s, imagining her disciple beneath her… blossoming with the same exquisite expression.
Han Shengyao’s burning hand caressed the cool side of her face, water droplets trickling down. Her eyes gradually softened from their frenzy, concealing the terrifying desire that lay dormant within her heart.
Such dangerous thoughts could not be entertained again.
The attraction of Phoenix Yang Blood was like a beacon for demonic cultivators, its lure fatal.
It must have been Shuang’er’s blood that had clouded her thoughts.
With the excuse of Phoenix Yang Blood, Han Shengyao suppressed the emotions that had stirred her heart. She retrieved a towel from the screen to dry her body, her expression returning to its usual indifference.
The visage of the Demon Emperor entered her mind.
Since their childhood, they had been inseparable.
Her affection for Ye Heng was natural, and she had assumed that her childhood bond with him would inevitably lead to his reciprocation.
However, fate had dealt her a cruel hand.
Han Shengyao emerged from the bathtub, her lips slightly pursed as she donned her robe.
The visions that had haunted her were undoubtedly hallucinations induced by the recent emotional turmoil she had endured.
Shuang’er possessed an icy demeanor and a keen intellect. Under her guidance, she would evolve into the ideal Emperess for the Demon Realm.
When Ye Heng beheld her, he would be captivated, his admiration extending beyond mere appearances.
Han Shengyao approached the window and gently pushed it open, allowing the frigid, knife-like wind to caress her cheeks. Her violet eyes were somber and intricate as she gazed toward the cresent moon in the heavens. This was the only thing she could do for Ye Heng.
Even if the person beside him were not her, that person certainly could not be Bai Wan.
“The Holy Maiden must be in a good mood, taking a cold bath in the night,”
A frivolous and leisurely, slightly coarse female voice drifted from the top of the attic across the street.
Han Shengyao glanced up. Du Shuang sat upon the roof of the chamber, regarding her with a smirk etched upon her face. A jar of exquisite rice wine rested at her feet, and she held a bowl in her hand, drinking it down with a hearty gulp, staining her lapel with the liquid.