I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 99

Yan Huirou leaned closer, reaching out to touch her cheek. She distinctly felt the woman’s body tense up the moment her hand made contact, like a taut string. “What exactly is wrong? I was only gone for a little while. You seem a bit unwell.”
Yan Huirou had no choice but to lower her hand, letting it rest on Jiang Xidai’s thigh, pressing the back of her hand against it. Through a thin layer of sheer fabric, she felt Jiang Xidai’s body was hot.
“Mmm… I’m not unwell.” Jiang Xidai gasped, removed Yan Huirou’s hand, and with effort from her kneeling position, slowly tried to push herself up a bit.
Yan Huirou, however, seemed to be thinking something else, perhaps misunderstanding. She appeared to believe Jiang Xidai was seeking an embrace, extending her arms around Jiang Xidai’s waist and lightly encircling her. Jiang Xidai’s waist was always extremely sensitive to being held, being her most vulnerable spot.
Jiang Xidai’s body went limp. Disturbed by Yan Huirou, her mind became unsettled. She lost her balance while kneeling and abruptly sat back down. Although it was Yan Huirou in front of her, she was now so embarrassed and furious that she wished she could kick her away. She was filled with unspeakable frustration, held firmly in Yan Huirou’s embrace like a bird seeking refuge in a forest. She trembled slightly, silently feeling herself being filled again.
Though she was so mortified she wished she could disappear on the spot, she also had to admit to a hidden thrill. This was different from openly seeking pleasure with Yan Huirou… this forbidden feeling of being afraid of discovery was truly unique.
A shimmering trail of liquid traced down between her tightly pressed legs. Jiang Xidai tensed her legs, burying her nose in Yan Huirou’s loose, long hair, inhaling a warm scent. Unlike the distended feeling from before, she actually felt an unspeakable pleasure. Now, embraced by Yan Huirou, she couldn’t move, forced into a difficult stalemate. It was like a bowl of water held to her lips, just a tiny tilt more and it would be poured in. But it remained level, no longer flowing.
This made the craving in her heart swell even more.
“Really? Then why is it so quiet?” Yan Huirou stroked her cheek, then gently moved to her neck. “And a little warm. You look uncomfortable.”
Yan Huirou’s palm was cool and warm, like a piece of soft jade, extremely comfortable. Jiang Xidai seemed to grasp a rare moment of solace. “…Really, it’s quite comfortable.” She seemed to have completely forgotten the initial purpose of being the ‘Top’. At least, she couldn’t remember it at the moment.
Yan Huirou felt the woman tilt her head, her lips pressing against her palm, her tongue vaguely tracing a line, tickling. It was only then that Yan Huirou, from her rapid and slow breaths, and her scorching yet not feverish body temperature, sensed a tiny anomaly.
“Sect Master? This is…” Yan Huirou felt something cold and hard within the soft fabric. She almost thought she was mistaken and instinctively tugged. Jiang Xidai suddenly gasped, tightening her grip around Yan Huirou’s neck. “…Don’t say it.”
Yan Huirou pulled back her skirt and suddenly saw half of a white jade object.
“…” Yan Huirou froze.
Seeing her reaction, Jiang Xidai felt the thread of “shame” within her almost snap. She pressed tightly against Yan Huirou, not moving an inch.
After a long while.
Jiang Xidai’s lower back was gently poked. Yan Huirou lightly coughed, covering Jiang Xidai’s remaining bit of dignity.
“I was worried you were unwell, but it seems Sect Master… how should I say this, has quite the refined taste.”
“Just now, weren’t plum blossom cakes what you wanted to eat? Fearing they wouldn’t be sweet enough, I even added some sugar.”
Yan Huirou mused, “Appetite and lust aren’t usually so interchangeable… So you were trying to distract me, to secretly do this.”
“Yan Huirou.” Jiang Xidai suddenly called her full name again, the end of her voice rising slightly, then gradually weakening. “Shut… up.”
“Are you shy?”
Yes, she was shy to the point of exploding. Yan Huirou even clearly saw a strand of hair sticking up at the back of her head, not yet falling down, whether from emotion or not. She curved her brows and eyes, smiling. Although this might not have been Jiang Xidai’s original intention, Yan Huirou’s mood had indeed improved significantly because of it. After all, her Sect Master was a little too adorable.
Her behavior was indeed somewhat like when she transformed into that little cat: unpredictable, mysterious in her movements, with an unstable temper, occasionally doing something emotional and unexpected. And yet, she was still thin-skinned. But such a person was never boring, and especially sensual. A woman full of life was always sensual, whether it was the vitality of her soul or her outward appearance.
Jiang Xidai frowned in discomfort. She felt Yan Huirou gently bite her shoulder, stimulating the blood vessels near her neck. This feeling of having her lifeblood controlled would have terrified her before, but because it was Yan Huirou, Jiang Xidai found herself completely relaxed, even liking it a little.
“Do you want to taste the dessert first?” That hand gently moved the white jade. “Or taste this first?”
“You…” Jiang Xidai couldn’t quite take it, so she pinched Yan Huirou. “What… what books have you been reading? Don’t talk dirty to me here.”
“There’s no need to be so ashamed. Alright?” Yan Huirou soothed her. “Jiao Jiao isn’t small anymore; having such desires is normal. Next time, if you don’t want my involvement, you can say so directly. There’s no need to hide… and this is for two people to use; it can’t be completely hidden.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you involved, I—”
“Then what is it?” Yan Huirou felt her body being gently pushed, and she smoothly fell backward.
“…It was just a small test, to be prepared for contingencies.”
Yan Huirou laughed. “What ‘contingency’ am I? Am I Initial purpose of that
the ‘Top’?”
Jiang Xidai, feeling rather weak and sore, leaned on Yan Huirou, casting a glance down at her. “Less speculation about this Seat.”
“Your attitude is not very honest,” Yan Huirou still smiled, evaluating her. She felt a red ribbon by the pillow, so she picked it up and tied it over Jiang Xidai’s eyes, perfectly encircling them. The red ribbon complemented her skin. Moreover, covering her eyes made the remaining features even more delicate and alluring, inviting imagination.
Yan Huirou lay beneath her, slowly relaxing herself. She guided the other end of the ruyi. The two were connected in the dimness.
“Like this? You’ve blocked me.”
“No need to look at me. Just… feel me.”
The darkness amplified her acute senses. Jiang Xidai leaned forward slightly. She could feel Yan Huirou loosely embracing her, her entire waist softening, rising and falling with Yan Huirou’s gentle movements. She couldn’t see Yan Huirou clearly, but it didn’t prevent her from perceiving her. For a cultivator of this level, achieving this was not difficult.
But what Yan Huirou meant by “feel” probably wasn’t just this.
“Yan Huirou.” A hand pressed on Yan Huirou’s shoulder, fingertips sinking in with a slight force. Jiang Xidai, with red silk covering her eyes, her brows furrowed in restrained discomfort, said, “Your intentions aren’t exactly pure. This… this way…”
“I can indeed feel you. And naturally, there’s my part. Doing one thing, for… for me, it’s double.” Her back ached and her legs felt weak from supporting herself. It was an indescribable burden—Yan Huirou’s presence intertwined with her own, no longer distinguishable.
The young woman turned her head, smiling when Jiang Xidai couldn’t see her. The next moment, her hand subtly clenched with a movement, and she said dreamily, “This is good, isn’t it? Sect Master, you are the only one in this world who can be so happy.”
“Stop talking nonsense…” A finger pressed against Yan Huirou’s lips, a warning. Yan Huirou bit her fingertip. “I wasn’t.”
Their souls trembled, layer upon layer, as did the ethereal red gauze on the bed curtains. Yan Huirou passively endured. But because the Sect Master was somewhat unyielding today, she occasionally had to support the woman’s waist, which had gone limp from the overwhelming sensation. She even saw a wet tear stain on the red silk, turning it dark red, as if it couldn’t be held back. If she hadn’t guessed wrong, the bedsheets must be in a similar state; they had long since become indistinguishable.
Yan Huirou pulled up the woman who was about to collapse onto her knees again. In a moment of clarity, she closed her eyes and teased, “You used to be so powerful and disdainful of the world. How come, at a crucial moment, you’re so soft and boneless with me… Mmm.”
“I… I can’t take it anymore.” The woman whimpered softly. “Yan Huirou, you go next. I want to lie down. Hurry.” She only had the will, but she was wrapped in such an intense numbness that she could barely move, especially since Yan Huirou kept telling her not to suppress her senses with cultivation. This time, Jiang Xidai indeed didn’t suppress them, because she had experienced it once before and was a little reluctant to let it go.
“Why aren’t you being the ‘Top’ anymore?”
“No. At least… not when using this thing.”
Yan Huirou’s fingers brushed through her hair, gently massaging. She saw a strand of dark hair coil around her fingers, then gracefully fall. Jiang Xidai lifted her onto her body, pulling off the red silk covering her eyes. Yan Huirou, however, took her wrist, stopping the motion.
Yan Huirou stroked the woman’s shoulder, up to her neck. She could feel the blood vessels pulsating there, life flowing freely beneath her fingertips. It was what she had given her, tempered through countless trials, shattered yet unchanging in color. Yan Huirou’s heartbeat quickened considerably.
Naturally, they had no genetic blood relationship, but as she touched her whole body like this again, an inexplicable forbidden feeling struggled and pulsed within her bloodline. And it was only when she touched her again like this that she felt an intense… suffocation.
Yan Huirou’s vision was filled with red silk, and the red gauze floating around, just like the secret realm in her eyes that day. She could never forget the pain of having her heart dug out—although that only reflected her own fear, it wasn’t the reality. And it was only when she kissed her again, holding soft, warm jade, that she wished it could be like this forever.
“…Don’t let me go.”
In her haze, Jiang Xidai heard Yan Huirou murmur in her ear, “Jiang Xidai, whether it’s love or hate, don’t let me go later either. Let’s be entangled like this for a lifetime. Alright?”