No Choice

“?!”

The moment Chen Xueli’s fingers slipped under the hem of her thin inner robe, Su Wanqing yanked the quilt up in panic and clutched it to her chest like a shield.

She was only wearing a single layer right now—if that got stripped off, all that would be left was her dudou!

And… what the hell was wrong with this disciple?!

Why had she undressed herself so thoroughly?!

Two more pieces and there would literally be nothing left!

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

Because of how hard Su Wanqing tugged the quilt, Chen Xueli’s body—almost completely exposed beneath it—was now fully revealed.

The sight was so brazen that Su Wanqing instinctively wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and preserve some decency.

But she knew she couldn’t.

Closing her eyes would only make this rebellious disciple even bolder.

Damn it! This was a blatant trap!

If she wanted to protect herself, she was forced to stare at Chen Xueli’s body.

If she closed her eyes, she’d be at her complete mercy.

Su Wanqing had every reason to suspect that Chen Xueli was seriously, seriously ill!

Did she really love throwing herself at her this much?!

Was she that desperate for her master to look?!

The humiliating memory of that drunken night flashed through her mind again.

A shameful, immoral thrill crawled up her spine.

“Of course I’m going to sleep.”

“Sleep?! Then why don’t you go sleep next door?!”

“I already returned the key to the next room on my way back.”

“So if Master tells me to rest early, the only place left is right here~”

Chen Xueli spread her arms innocently, not even trying to hide how shameless she was being.

Tonight, wherever Master slept, she slept.

She had officially decided to become human glue.

“You—!”

Su Wanqing was properly furious, but it wasn’t unsalvageable.

To prevent things from getting worse, she forced herself to calm down and spoke gently:

“Haah—”

She took a long breath, suppressing her anger, and coaxed:

“Dear disciple, you’re not a child anymore. Sleeping with your master at your age?”

“Aren’t you afraid people will laugh? It’s not too late to book another room.”

As if Chen Xueli would give up that easily.

With the current situation, victory was only a matter of time.

“Call me ‘darling’ just once, and maybe I’ll consider it.”

“…”

Su Wanqing was speechless.

If the alcohol hadn’t made her so lazy, she would’ve switched inns the moment those words left Chen Xueli’s mouth.

But between wanting to sleep peacefully, her laziness winning, and the fact that it wasn’t the first time she’d said it…

For some reason, she actually agreed.

And to make Chen Xueli happy (and hurry up and leave), she even said it more intimately than necessary.

“My sweet, darling Li-er, won’t you go now?”

The moment the words left her mouth, Su Wanqing inwardly sighed.

Her bottom line really had been trained lower and lower by this disciple.

The old her would’ve left the second laziness reared its head, no matter what.

But now…

Even saying something that cringeworthy only made her a little shy.

“Ai—”

Thinking of how she was slowly being corrupted by all these yuri attackers around her, Su Wanqing closed her eyes and let out a defeated sigh, worried about her future.

Would she fall first and get bent, or would she seize control of her fate and escape?

She was honestly pessimistic.

It had only been this long, and her principles had already crumbled this much without her noticing…

It would take years for her savior Ning Yuer to grow strong enough.

She wasn’t sure she could hold out that long.

The more she thought, the darker it got.

In the end, she decided to just sleep it off.

But the instant she opened her eyes to shift position—

She immediately slammed them shut again and yelled:

“Rebellious disciple! What are you doing?!”

“Put your clothes back on and book another room right now!”

One glance had been enough—Chen Xueli had already pulled her dudou halfway off!

Thank the heavens she’d reacted fast and closed her eyes.

Any slower, and she would’ve seen things she absolutely shouldn’t.

“I called you that so sweetly, and you still break your word, you liar!”

From the way Su Wanqing was now addressing her, it was clear—she was genuinely panicked this time.

With her eyes closed, all she heard was a low, wicked chuckle.

Then suddenly she was pinned beneath Chen Xueli, the girl’s voice dangerously close.

“Hehe~ This disciple never broke her promise.”

“Master’s voice was indeed very sweet, and I’m quite satisfied—but I only said I’d consider it. I never agreed to actually do it.”

“It was all just Master’s wishful thinking.”

“And after careful consideration… I’ve decided not to go.”

“What consideration?! You never even thought about it—you shameless liar!”

Su Wanqing wasn’t stupid.

Anyone could see through that little trick.

Consider? She probably hadn’t even finished the sentence in her head.

From the very start, her goal had never changed.

“Wait—are you actually naked right now?!”

A horrifying realization hit her.

The disciple pinning her down—was she completely bare under the quilt?!

There was a blanket between them, but if they accidentally touched—

They were both perfectly sober this time.

If anything happened, it would be completely different from before.

And if Chen Xueli remembered that night when she’d seen everything…

She’d truly have nowhere to hide.

“It’s very simple—Master can just open her eyes and check ♡”

“Do you think I’m an idiot?!”

“Fine, fine~ Then feel it properly. What’s this?”

Chen Xueli didn’t dwell on it.

Instead, she took a piece of soft fabric and lightly brushed it across Su Wanqing’s nose.

The ticklish sensation made Su Wanqing scrunch her nose, but what hit her harder was the scent.

That fragrance—she’d smelled it on Chen Xueli’s body more than once.

Even now, traces lingered in the air.

Which meant the fabric that had just grazed her…

Was her disciple’s freshly removed dudou?!

Damn it!

Did this girl think she was some kind of pervert?!

Waving her own underwear in her master’s face?!

Hopeless exhibitionist degenerate!

Su Wanqing instantly regretted listening and “feeling carefully.”

Now the immoral, shameful feeling was ten times stronger.

A master actually smelling her disciple’s intimate clothing—even involuntarily—she was the scum of scum!

But Chen Xueli apparently wasn’t satisfied yet.

“It’s getting hotter and hotter, Master. Why wear so much?”

“Why not strip down like me and cool off properly?”

“I’m cold!”

Of course Su Wanqing wouldn’t follow that wolfish suggestion.

Forget hot—she wanted to wrap herself like a dumpling!

But the devil was always one step ahead.

No matter what excuse she gave, Chen Xueli had a comeback ready.

“If you’re cold, you should strip even more. Let your disciple warm Master’s body with her own~”

“Hmph—”

Feeling those bony fingers gently stroke her cheek, Su Wanqing let out a cold huff and refused to answer.

She knew replying was pointless—she’d just anger herself more.

Silence, however, only provoked Chen Xueli further.

Her hand slowly crept toward Su Wanqing’s collar, then lower—toward the undergarment beneath.

Su Wanqing blocked the invasion, but Chen Xueli didn’t give up.

Her voice gradually turned impatient, carrying an unmistakable threat:

“Master.”

“Will you take off that outer robe yourself and sleep with me in just your underclothes?”

“Or should I strip you bare—until not a single thread is left?”

This disciple knew Su Wanqing wouldn’t dare open her eyes.

With her eyes closed and terrified of accidentally touching bare skin, Su Wanqing was completely restrained—unable to fight back properly.

She didn’t want to choose.

But she had to.

Or rather…

She never had a choice to begin with.