I confess! I confess everything! Don’t touch me!

“I…”

Su Wanqing was momentarily tongue-tied, unsure how to respond.
This mission was classified—even if the person before her was her disciple, it was best kept secret.

Though Chen Xueli wouldn’t spread it, their conversation could be overheard.
If rumors spread, it wouldn’t just ruin the mission.

It would tarnish the Red Embroidery Sect, Su Wanqing, and Heavenly Sword Pavilion’s reputation.

Common folk wouldn’t care about details—if the demon was linked to Red Embroidery, it was their fault.
The scandal would indirectly damage Su Wanqing and her sect.

“I…”

After careful thought, Su Wanqing decided silence was safer.
Even if she spoke, it wouldn’t help.

“I can’t say…”

She bit her lip lightly. Her expression remained aloof, but her face was deeply flushed, her posture shy.
This starkly contrasted her usual composed, elegant demeanor.

“Is that so?”

This was Chen Xueli’s first time seeing Su Wanqing so unnatural.
Even when nearly stripped, she hadn’t been this shy.

Chen Xueli briefly thought, Master’s gone bad, but dismissed it as illogical.
If she wanted to “go bad,” she wouldn’t hide her charm.

“Why?”

“On a mission?”

Calmer now, Chen Xueli restrained herself—they were outside.
Though secluded, any bold move could be seen.

She’d note this in her mental ledger, settling it later in private.
But Su Wanqing’s secrecy pushed her over the edge.

“No reason.”

Seeing her master still refuse, Chen Xueli’s face darkened.
She lifted Su Wanqing’s chin with a finger, thumb gently stroking her red lips—eyes satisfied, tone dripping with jealousy.

“So Master came here willingly?”

Chen Xueli wasn’t mad about the secrecy—if her master had reasons, she wouldn’t pry.

She was furious at the distrust in Su Wanqing’s eyes.
It stabbed her heart like a knife.

“Lonely on Qiongxiao Peak, Master? Needed to unwind here?”

“No… it’s not…”

Forced to tilt her head, Su Wanqing still avoided eye contact.
Back against the wall, eyes darting, voice soft and stammering.

She couldn’t explain her guilt or fear—just instinct.
She hid the crimson Love Gu mark, desperate to conceal it.

“Not?”

“Like this, and it’s not?”

Hearing denial, Chen Xueli knew gentle coaxing wouldn’t work.

She needed to “love” her master properly.
Maintaining the kabedon and chin-lift, she closed the distance, dominating in aura and stance.

“The truth is before your disciple—will Master still deny it?”

“This is the red-light district.”

“You’re here too…”

Chen Xueli’s aggression made Su Wanqing instinctively counter, but her voice faded.

“Your disciple is far more honest.”

“I’m here investigating Xiangping Town’s demons—the trail led here.”

“Junior Sister Qiao Jinxuan is with me; we’re just drinking tea, waiting for the key figure.”

Her tone turned sarcastic.

“Unlike Master~”

“Surrounded by girls before even entering~”

“Not just tea and wine, but hand-fed~”

“Sigh—your disciple is so envious~”

“Right, Master?”

“I…”

Su Wanqing was speechless, inexplicably compelled to explain the misunderstanding.

“I was forced.”

For the first time since leaving the brothel, she met Chen Xueli’s eyes.
Though still evasive, determination flickered within.

“…”

Chen Xueli knew it was coercion—her eyes never left Su Wanqing since the girls dragged her in.
She was just furious—jealous, extremely jealous!

Su Wanqing’s actions detonated years of buried grievances.
The distrust in her master’s eyes made Chen Xueli realize her aggression would create distance.

But only this way could she crack that icy heart!
Only a crack would let her fill it.

Su Wanqing didn’t cultivate the Heartless Path, yet avoided karmic ties.
Chen Xueli couldn’t understand—coldness in big matters was fine,
But meticulous care in small ones?

It messed with her heart, yet remained distant.

This steeled her resolve—even by force, she’d win Su Wanqing’s love.
Finally, Chen Xueli snapped, lowering herself further, heedless of being outside.

“Heh—”

“If Master’s truly lonely, why seek those vixens?”

“Your disciple is more than happy to help relieve~ your~ troubles~”

She pressed fully against Su Wanqing, hand sliding to her abdomen—and lower.

“We’re outside—calm down!”

“Don’t—I’ll talk… I’ll talk, okay?”

Seeing Chen Xueli serious, Su Wanqing panicked, surrendering fully.
Further resistance, and more than her mouth would go soft.

“Rest assured, Master—my techniques far surpass those vixens.”

“Your disciple will definitely satisfy you~”

But the girl before her seemed beyond reason—goal achieved, yet still acting…

“Body and soul pleasure, or something thrilling?”

“Shall I make you feel ecstasy and agony?”