Yes, I am greedy for your body

Xiao Menglan instructed Cao Xueyan the whole afternoon, and her progress was pleasing.

Cao Xueyan happily gained a pair of purple-black “poison hands,” her ten fingers stiff and unable to move.

But with yesterday’s experience, Cao Xueyan wasn’t so flustered this time, and Xiao Menglan, even more practiced, took out ointment and carefully applied it to Cao Xueyan.

At that moment, Xiao Menglan truly looked like a kind and caring teacher.

Her movements while applying medicine were gentle as always, without any hidden intentions mixed in.

This made Cao Xueyan feel awkward, as if the fact that the other party didn’t take advantage of her actually left her at a loss.

“I must be sick,” Cao Xueyan thought bitterly.

“And probably very sick at that!”

What was this called in her past life again?

It seemed like it was Stockholm Syndrome — when a victim develops undue feelings for the one who harmed them, even dependence…

Ah! Could it be?

Cao Xueyan dared not think further.

What if her wild imaginings came true?

No, it wasn’t anywhere near that stage yet.

It was simply that Xiao Menglan was too good at acting, too good at restraining herself!

Sometimes she treated her roughly, like a beast enjoying its prey.

Sometimes she teased her, like a master toying with a pet.

Cao Xueyan knew clearly in her heart that she hated being forced, even loathed that powerless feeling.

But she was also extremely easily swayed by small, fleeting kindnesses right in front of her — like now, when Xiao Menglan treated her a little more normally, her emotions became complicated.

“While there’s still a chance.”

Cao Xueyan silently told herself in her heart:

“In a little more than a month, it will be your birthday.

Once the ceremony is held as scheduled, you and this woman Xiao Menglan will be master and disciple in name and truth.

Even if there is something illicit between you, in the eyes of others it will all be justified.

There will be no turning back — nor can there be!”

In the cultivation world, the saying goes: one day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father.

This is no mere jest.

That ceremony is no empty formality.

Aside from announcing it to the whole sect, it serves another purpose — to use the ceremony as a Dao altar to swear an oath to the heavens.

Once sworn, if broken, being struck by lightning would be light punishment.

Things like soul annihilation, eternal damnation, rebirth as beasts or slaves… these are not jokes, but real consequences.

“The medicine’s applied.

If you feel inconvenienced, let the maids handle matters for you,” Xiao Menglan instructed.

“Yes.”

Xiao Menglan seemed to notice Cao Xueyan’s oddness and asked curiously:

“What’s wrong with you today?

Why do you look so heavy-hearted?

Did you encounter difficulties in your cultivation?”

Three questions in a row, yet Cao Xueyan didn’t know how to answer.

According to the simulator’s description, on the night of the apprenticeship ceremony, Xiao Menglan couldn’t wait to bed her on the spot.

Later, it became even worse — celebrating every little occasion with clapping hands, and the days glossed over in the simulation were even more unspeakable.

Did this woman take her as a disciple for compensation, or just to satisfy her perverse desires?

Did she want to play a real role-playing game, one certified by the Dao of Heaven?

Cao Xueyan thought that even with some talent, she was still far from qualified to become a personal disciple.

The master had said, disciples must not remain silent when questioned.

So Cao Xueyan hesitated and asked:

“Master truly wishes to take me as a disciple?”

“What kind of question is that?

Could there be any doubt?” Xiao Menglan said.

“If it is just to compensate for that night, then Master need not feel such guilt.

After all, there were reasons…”

“Enough!”

Cao Xueyan was cut off halfway through, her eyes reddening as she looked up at Xiao Menglan.

The expression on this woman’s face was neither the indifferent serenity of an immortal, nor the gentle tenderness of when they were alone together.

It was something Cao Xueyan had never seen before — so serious, like genuine emotion, impossible to ignore.

“Do you still believe, even now, that I take you as a disciple only to offer petty compensation?”

Xiao Menglan’s voice choked, and for the first time, Cao Xueyan heard her sound this way.

Her heart trembled in her chest.

“That time was me disgracing myself in drunkenness.

But even before that, I had already fallen for you.

Did you really not see it at all?”

Cao Xueyan stayed silent.

She had seen it.

The simulator had shown their endings more than once — Xiao Menglan’s feelings for her were true, not false in the least.

“If I wanted to compensate you, I could give you anything.

Why would I need to use my own body…”

“It was clearly you who took my body first!” Cao Xueyan cried out in grievance.

“So you think you were the one at fault?” Xiao Menglan sneered coldly.

“I’m at the Golden Core stage.

If I wanted women, I could have anyone.

Why must it be you?”

“Because I look like your deceased Dao partner,” Cao Xueyan said firmly, word by word.

“That night, all you called was that person’s name!

Ruyu, Ruyu… My name is Cao Xueyan!

The ‘Xue’ of ‘snow falling for thousands of miles,’ the ‘Yan’ of ‘a beautiful smile!’”

The vast dojo was now utterly silent.

Xiao Menglan stared at Cao Xueyan blankly.

After a long while, she slowly stepped forward and pulled the girl into her arms.

Cao Xueyan struggled a little, but eventually gave up.

“So you are unwilling?” Xiao Menglan said softly.

“I don’t want to break your heart.

If you feel uncomfortable, if you think you are just Ruyu’s substitute, then let it end here.

From now on, we owe each other nothing.”

Her words sounded almost heartless.

Cao Xueyan raised her head from Xiao Menglan’s arms and asked:

“Does Master like me?”

“Yes, I do.” Xiao Menglan answered without hesitation.

“Why doesn’t Master ask me?”

“You already said it last night.

Why repeat it again?”

“Drunken words don’t count as truth.”

“I’ve already taken them as truth.

More words are useless.”

Cao Xueyan hesitated for a moment.

She didn’t reveal the simulator, but only said:

“Lately I’ve been dreaming the same dream, dreaming of our future together.”

“Oh?” Xiao Menglan showed some interest, but didn’t take it seriously.

“What future?”

“Though master and disciple in name, we live as husband and wife day and night.”

Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Of course Xiao Menglan didn’t say that aloud.

She only thought that Cao Xueyan felt uneasy, and so made up this dream to test her.

After some hesitation, she said:

“From now on, we are master and disciple, but also Dao partners.

It’s natural that such things would happen.”

Cao Xueyan pouted:

“Is Master trying to excuse her own behavior?”

“Absolutely not!

Don’t speak nonsense!” Xiao Menglan said righteously.

“Then it must be true.

Why won’t Master admit it?

Acting improperly is not the conduct of an immortal.”

“Fine.”

Xiao Menglan’s face reddened as she admitted:

“Yes, I am improper.

I covet my own disciple’s body.”

At last, Cao Xueyan smiled.

She was delighted to see her opponent so defeated.

She said:

“As long as Master admits it, then I have nothing to worry about.”

Xiao Menglan realized:

“So you were testing me just now?”

“Master treats me sincerely, what need is there for tests?”

Cao Xueyan said softly:

“It was only for peace of mind.

I was born sensitive and cannot endure such ambiguity.”

“And the apprenticeship ceremony?”

“As scheduled.” Cao Xueyan leaned into Xiao Menglan’s arms.

“All up to Master.”

Suddenly, Xiao Menglan picked up Cao Xueyan and kissed her fiercely.

Cao Xueyan struggled desperately, until she managed to gasp out between stolen breaths:

“…my… hands… hands!”

It turned out their movements were too rough, and they forgot that Cao Xueyan had just applied ointment to her hands.

Now it was smeared all over Xiao Menglan’s robes.

Her immortal skirts now bore several dark handprints, which looked rather indecent.

“Let’s handle the important matters first.

I’ll reapply it for you later!” Xiao Menglan said, too busy to care.

“Mm! Mm!” Cao Xueyan could only whimper, her cries mingled with soft and sweet breaths.

Such a scene in broad daylight — what an intimate pair of master and disciple.