What Am I Doing? Betraying My Master, Of Course~

“Dear Master, in such a state, you tell your disciple to leave? How could I possibly walk away and feel at ease?”
“Even if you scold or strike me, I’ll stay by your side, serving you until you’re satisfied~”

Seeing the drug’s effects fully take hold, Chen Xueli grew even bolder, her actions increasingly brazen.

No longer content with merely touching Su Wanqing through her clothes, she daringly slipped her hand beneath the fabric.

To satisfy her usual curiosity and quirky desires, she even pinched Su Wanqing’s cheek, savoring its silky softness.

“You…”

Su Wanqing wanted to resist and curse, but her anger hadn’t clouded her judgment. She swallowed her words, opting instead for a humiliated, conciliatory tone.

“Go back… your Master… will handle this herself…”

Her face flushed crimson as she spoke, the words far too suggestive—there was no way Chen Xueli wouldn’t understand.

Due to her male soul in a female body, even glimpsing her reflection brought inexplicable shame, let alone uttering such words.

Though she had long suspected Chen Xueli wouldn’t let her off easily, her disciple’s next outrageous remark shattered her defenses entirely.

“Handle it?”

“How so?”

Chen Xueli feigned innocence, a finger to her lips, as if clueless, infuriating Su Wanqing to the point of grinding her teeth.

“You… you… how do you think?”

“But your disciple truly doesn’t understand~”

Then, leaning close to Su Wanqing’s ear, her demeanor shifted—no trace of that naive charm remained, replaced by teasing mockery as she demanded:

“Unless Master explains it ‘word by word’ in detail, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re dreaming!”

At this, Su Wanqing abandoned all hope, realizing Chen Xueli had no intention of letting her go.

Everything had happened too quickly for her to process.

Though she’d had grim suspicions, she still voiced her burning question.

“What did you, rebellious disciple, give your Master to make me… feel this wretched?”

In her current state, detailed analysis was beyond her—normal thought was nearly impossible.

She could only cling to what clarity remained, hoping Chen Xueli’s response would shed light on her predicament.

But her disciple’s answer was shockingly blunt, as unapologetic as her actions, requiring no explanation.

Chen Xueli even dropped the respectful “you” for a casual “you,” only reverting to formal address when mocking Su Wanqing’s stubborn pride as her master.

“What did I give you?”

“Why, poison laced with Joyful Union Powder, of course.”

“Haven’t you figured it out by now?”

“But then again, Master, you’re always so pure and detached—how could you recognize such a vulgar thing?”

Crouching down, Chen Xueli gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind Su Wanqing’s ear, her tender gesture starkly contrasting her deeds.

“Master, you’re truly beautiful~”

“You’re practically etched into my heart.”

“Why not give up resisting and enjoy yourself?”

At the words “Joyful Union Powder,” Su Wanqing’s fury surged—she hadn’t expected her disciple to not only poison her but drug her with this!

“You rebellious disciple, to use such a vile drug against me!”

She still couldn’t fathom why things had gone so horribly wrong.

Why wasn’t Chen Xueli simply controlling her with poison as in the original story, instead of humiliating her like this?

But she knew if she didn’t expel the poison soon, she was doomed!

Yet no matter how she tried, it was futile—her spiritual energy ran wild, untamable.

With no other choice, she resorted to the most basic method to purge the poison.

“Urgh—”

“Pfft—”

Seeing Su Wanqing retch, Chen Xueli merely laughed at her.

“Why bother, Master?”

“Even if you empty your stomach, it’s useless.”

“This poison wasn’t administered in a single day—it’s absorbed instantly by your body.”

“Though from what you said earlier, it seems you knew about the poisoning, yet I still can’t quite grasp what’s in your heart.”

“But you’d best heed my advice…”

With that, Chen Xueli pulled a mirror from her storage pouch, holding it up to reflect Su Wanqing’s disheveled state.

“Look at yourself now.”

“Master, this pitiful sight just begs to be thoroughly… ravished~”

“No! Don’t show me!”

As Chen Xueli aimed the mirror at her, Su Wanqing turned away, frantically shielding her face with her hands.

Truthfully, her greatest fear now was seeing herself. Even on normal days, her reflection brought shame—how could she bear to see herself so undone?

“What if I insist?”

Chen Xueli’s refusal to yield finally snapped Su Wanqing’s restraint, her anger erupting as she shouted:

“Chen Xueli! I never imagined you’d be so utterly reprehensible!”

“Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution?”

Though she cursed, Su Wanqing hadn’t entirely lost her reason—she kept her words measured, wary of provoking the villainess into something worse.

While her words meant little to Chen Xueli, they at least eased her stifled heart, staving off total collapse.

“Sigh—”

As expected, her outburst didn’t anger Chen Xueli, who merely let out a deep sigh.

“Even now, Master, is that all you’ve got?”

“Don’t you know? To your disciple, those words are like a child’s tantrum—utterly harmless.”

“…”

Su Wanqing fell silent, cursing inwardly.

Of course she wasn’t foolish enough to lose all reason—if she went too far, what if this rebel struck her down?

In the end, she kept her thoughts bottled up, unsaid.

She could only watch, humiliated, as Chen Xueli sauntered back to her previous spot.

“But Master, you’ve taught me well. Without your affirmation, I wouldn’t feel so justified.”

“Though, even without it, I’d still do this.”

The girl poured still-warm tea from the pot into the cup Su Wanqing had used, drinking from the same spot, savoring it.

“Mmm~”

“Such fine tea, still carrying the taste of Master’s lips—truly unforgettable.”

“You…! You traitorous disciple, don’t touch my things!”

Seeing this, Su Wanqing nearly wept—this was her favorite tea set, now tainted. How could she ever use it again?

“Oh, Master, don’t get so worked up—you’ll hurt yourself, and your disciple would feel heartbroken.”

“Since you don’t like me touching your tea set, how about I touch something else instead?”

Before Su Wanqing could react, Chen Xueli swiftly seized her wrists, pinning her to the bed and pressing herself atop her.

Their faces close, their breaths mingling, Su Wanqing, weakened and powerless, could only submit to her disciple’s brazen defiance.

“Master, your body’s so warm—shall your disciple help you?”

Staring into those crimson eyes mere inches away, Su Wanqing panicked, terrified of what further outrage her disciple might commit.

“Rebel, do you even know what you’re doing?”

“One step further, and you’ll truly be beyond redemption!”

But her warning didn’t faze Chen Xueli—instead, it seemed to excite her more.

“What am I doing?”

“Why, ‘betraying my master,’ of course~”

“As for your talk of being beyond redemption, let’s wait until I pluck this aloof white lotus of yours—”

“Until you belong to me alone, blooming only for me—then we’ll see.”

“Eek~!”

As the words fell, Su Wanqing felt a sharp sensation on her neck, like an insect’s bite, followed by Chen Xueli’s soft, seductive whisper in her ear.

“Master, you’re so righteous~”