Oh No, I Played Myself

“Every single thing you told me was a lie, wasn’t it?”

Shen Xianyue had completely dropped the innocent little-white-flower act and reverted to her true personality.

Even her outfit had changed back to the revealing style she loved—no longer wrapped up like a dumpling in the modest young-miss disguise she wore when they first met.

“…”

It was deep into the night, and the room was unlit, but Shen Xianyue was sitting right by the window. Moonlight poured over her, illuminating every detail.

A black-to-white ink-wash gauze dress, light and flowing, with pale blue ribbons fluttering at her waist.

The top revealed her collarbones and fragrant shoulders, fabric only covering her chest.

The sleeves were pure white, fading to black near the shoulders.

Her waist was practically bare—only two crossed strips of cloth connected to a violet jade belt.

Even her feet were bare except for delicate sandals that showed off the silver anklets and perfectly displayed her jade-like feet.

The contrast between Shen Xianyue’s current cool, seductive look and the conservative outfit she’d worn when they met was striking.

“…”

Under the moonlight, if you ignored the dangerous glint in her eyes, Shen Xianyue truly was a peerless beauty who could topple nations.

Unlike Su Wanqing’s preferred cold, abstinent style, Shen Xianyue’s revealing clothes perfectly outlined every soft, feminine curve to the extreme.

But what Su Wanqing noticed most were the red cords around the girl’s right wrist and ankle.

She knew exactly what those were: Shen Xianyue’s natal treasure, the “Marriage and Mourning Cord.”

It looked ordinary, but in the original novel, it was the envy of countless cultivators.

“Mmph?”

Su Wanqing tried to speak, but her mouth was gagged tight with cloth.

She could make sounds, but her tongue couldn’t move properly—she couldn’t form words.

At the same time, she realized her limbs were bound too.

Normal rope couldn’t hold a Golden Core cultivator like her.

She strained hard to break free, but no matter how much strength she used, the thin cords didn’t budge.

When she tried to circulate spiritual energy, it vanished like stones into the sea.

Immortal-Binding Rope?

Of course. Shen Xianyue knew she was a cultivator; using such a treasure made perfect sense.

At first, Su Wanqing thought she was trapped in a nightmare—until she dug her nail hard into the fingertip of her other hand.

“Hiss—”

The sharp, heart-piercing pain instantly cleared her mind.

This wasn’t a dream.

It was real.

But how had Shen Xianyue found her in just two days?

She hadn’t left the room once, hadn’t even opened the window.

How did the witch track her here?

Did she plant some kind of tracking mark from the very beginning?

But that didn’t make sense—if she had, why did it take two whole days?

Of course, no matter how much Su Wanqing racked her brains, she would never guess that Chen Xueli had accidentally sold her out.

Or that Shen Xianyue had followed nothing more than a faint trace of charm-bone scent.

But right now, she had no time to think.

Because a much bigger problem was staring her in the face.

Judging by the anger on Shen Xianyue’s face, whatever was coming next was definitely not good.

Recalling all the methods and “plays” described in the original novel, Su Wanqing was certain she wouldn’t survive a single one intact.

She wasn’t at Heavenly Sword Pavilion. The emergency signal in her spirit sea would be useless in this situation—best case, it would only help someone find her corpse later.

And her transmission token? She’d already noticed it was gone from her waist.

“Mmph!!”

Unable to speak, Su Wanqing struggled to sit up, shrinking into the corner of the bed, making muffled warning sounds at Shen Xianyue.

Seeing the glowing whip in the girl’s hand, her mind involuntarily pictured herself being lashed by it.

As a transmigrator, she recognized it instantly: Shen Xianyue’s second natal treasure.

Its uses were far more varied than the Marriage and Mourning Cord.

It could flay enemies alive up close, or “caress the soul” from afar—sending one into blissful agony.

“Heh~”

Watching Su Wanqing struggle and mumble, Shen Xianyue chuckled and introduced herself properly.

“Though you lied to me, I lied to you too—so we’re even.”

“But your name isn’t actually Chen Xueli, is it?”

“Let’s start over. This little girl is Shen Xianyue, Holy Maiden of the Demonic Alliance.”

“From your reaction, beautiful sister… it seems you already know who I am?”

Because aside from the fear of being kidnapped, Su Wanqing didn’t show the shock of suddenly learning her true identity.

Realizing it was time to let her prey speak, Shen Xianyue waved her hand.

The gag instantly loosened and fell away.

“Cough cough cough!”

Her tongue suddenly freed after being restrained for so long made Su Wanqing cough uncomfortably.

“You demonic witch—you don’t deserve to know my name.”

“If you have the guts, kill me.”

But contrary to expectations, Su Wanqing didn’t beg for mercy.

She didn’t panic or ask what Shen Xianyue wanted.

Instead, she put on a righteous, hate-filled glare, snarling viciously—deliberately trying to provoke her.

Su Wanqing knew exactly where this was heading if she didn’t fight back.

Losing her chastity would be the best-case scenario.

Being completely broken was far more likely.

With Shen Xianyue’s personality, begging would only make her move faster.

But acting defiant—refusing to yield even in death—would instead pique her interest and buy time.

Hell, if she could enrage the witch enough to lose control and actually kill her, at least she’d preserve her purity.

“Oh my~ So you’re a fierce one.”

As expected, Su Wanqing’s attitude only fueled Shen Xianyue’s excitement.

Not only was this sister breathtakingly beautiful, she was becoming more and more to her taste.

Taming a cold, unyielding beauty like this would be so satisfying.

“If you won’t tell me your name, that’s fine.”

“I have plenty of ways to make you talk.”

But Shen Xianyue didn’t care about the details right now.

Her mind was filled with memories of that soft embrace two days ago, and that intoxicating fragrance.

She stood up again, wearing a meaningful smile, and walked straight toward Su Wanqing with clear intent.

“No—!”

Watching her approach step by step, Su Wanqing suddenly panicked.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go!

Why were things fast-forwarding to the hands-on part?!

“No, wait—!”

“What are you doing?!”

Su Wanqing tried to backtrack, but Shen Xianyue ignored her completely.

The girl licked her lips like a starving predator, voice dripping with strange, ravenous desire:

“Don’t worry~ From now on, Yue-er will make sure I’m the only thing in your pretty little head♡”

Oh no.

I fucked up.

I really played myself!