A Frosty Beauty Is Just Perfect—Soft and Fragile, Easy to Topple~

“Shameless!”
“Outrageous!”
“Utterly reprehensible!”

Su Wanqing flung off her disciple’s hand, wiping the blood from her lips with disdain, furiously scolding the rebellious Chen Xueli.

Staring at the crimson mark on her arm, she roughly grasped what her disciple meant.

Soon, she scrubbed Chen Xueli’s blood off thoroughly, especially the spot where she’d been kissed, wiping it over and over with revulsion.

Thankfully, no greater disaster occurred—if the rebel hadn’t tried to slip her tongue in, Su Wanqing might not have snapped back so quickly.

But her cherished first kiss, preserved for years, was gone—and merely biting Chen Xueli’s lip felt like letting her off too easily.

If that rebel had dared to push her tongue further, Su Wanqing would’ve bitten it off without hesitation!

“You even tried to slip it in—aren’t you afraid I’d bite your tongue off?”
“This is a warning. If you dare try again, believe me, I’ll take a chunk of your flesh!”

Su Wanqing warned Chen Xueli, vowing to be merciless if she persisted.

“Master’s so resolute—don’t you want to know what’s on your arm?”

Chen Xueli didn’t relent, crossing her arms and continuing to tease her beloved master.

“Just soften a bit, and your disciple will tell you.”

“As if I can’t guess?”
“It’s just some crooked trick from your demonic art.”

But how could Su Wanqing yield? Her heart raced, and she was flustered, but that didn’t mean she was muddled.

Nor did it mean she was moved!

Her heart’s turmoil was merely a natural reaction to the sudden assault—she was just a sheltered otaku with no romantic experience.

“Sigh— you guessed right, I suppose.”
“To you, its effects are indeed a crooked path.”

Chen Xueli offered only hints—she’d gained nothing, so why reveal the truth?

If Su Wanqing learned it was a “Love Gu,” their relationship might worsen further.

The “Love Gu” binds to one person for life—a curse, but to cultivators, it’s more a mark of devotion.

A vow of eternal loyalty, though the recipient suffers for it.

As a curse, the Love Gu’s effects went beyond what Su Wanqing saw.

If planted by a madwoman, the victim would endure pain rivaling any gu poison, tormenting both body and soul.

And unless Chen Xueli spoke, Su Wanqing might never guess.

From the day she took her as a disciple, she’d been targeted by a lunatic.

Even knowing it was an endless abyss, she stepped into a spider’s web from which escape was impossible.

“How about this: kiss me once, and I’ll answer any question truthfully. Deal?”

“Dream on.”

“If you won’t, then shall your disciple kiss you again?”

“After that first time, how could I let you, a rebellious disciple, succeed again!”

“Heh—”

At this, Chen Xueli laughed, placing her hand on Su Wanqing’s neck, stroking the reddish-purple marks, smirking mockingly.

“You say that, but do you believe it yourself?”
“Why be so stubborn?”
“Is your so-called first kiss still a first kiss?”
“Or perhaps… you’ve long been mine?”

Hearing this, Su Wanqing teetered on collapse. She knew her purity remained, but her first kiss was uncertain.

Lost purity would show physical signs—discomfort the next day—but a stolen kiss? Undetectable.

“You mean…”

“Who knows?”

Chen Xueli continued to stroke Su Wanqing’s face, undeterred no matter how many times she was swatted away—she loved it.

Of course, she hadn’t taken advantage of her unconscious master; she simply savored Su Wanqing’s flustered, furious expression.

Especially with Su Wanqing’s frosty appearance and aloof aura, bullying her was endlessly captivating.

She knew her master wasn’t heartless, nor detached from worldly desires for the sake of the Dao.

It was all to mask her innate charm.

But the more shy and distressed Su Wanqing appeared, the more irresistible she became, tempting others to tease her further.

Chen Xueli noticed that the shyer Su Wanqing grew, the stronger her charm and mysterious constitution’s effects became.

Not only impossible to ignore, but utterly bewitching.

Even her natural fragrance grew more intoxicating, stirring hunger and impulse.

Truthfully, such traits shouldn’t belong to a frosty master like Su Wanqing—they’d suit a delicate, easily toppled junior sister better.

Yet this very contrast made the impact all the stronger.

If Su Wanqing had joined the Hehuan Sect, her talents would make her its core—perhaps even the demonic path’s top figure.

A pity, but not without benefits—at least Chen Xueli could have her master to herself.

Su Wanqing’s current behavior was practically begging Chen Xueli to “commit a crime.” If not for years of honed restraint, the scent alone—stirring heat in Chen Xueli’s body—would’ve broken her long ago.

Countless days and nights, she’d endured like this.

Her master was truly a tormenting little enchantress—

“…”

They locked eyes, each harboring their own thoughts.

The first to falter was Su Wanqing, who prided herself on transcending mortal desires.

For some reason, in the silence, she shyly turned away, unable to meet her disciple’s gaze, not even swatting away her wandering hand.

That kiss had shaken her too deeply.

Seeing Chen Xueli’s face triggered memories of that soft sensation, making it impossible to look directly.

To hide her inner turmoil, Su Wanqing bit her lip, clutching her left forearm with her right hand, trying to cover the increasingly vivid Love Gu mark with her sleeve.

Yes, no matter how much she denied it, she had to admit—her heart was growing ever more confused.

“Master, don’t you know? This stubborn refusal to let the mark’s vivid red show is practically begging your disciple to commit a crime.”
“How can I resist bullying you like this?”

The frosty beauty’s shy contrast struck Chen Xueli’s heart directly.

Initially planning to tease her lightly, even with her restraint, she now harbored crooked thoughts.

“Hmph—”

Facing her disciple’s dangerous words, Su Wanqing mustered a cold snort, dousing her with cold water.

Truly suffering for the sake of pride.

“I told you, I won’t let you succeed again.”
“Do you think I’m so easy to bully?”
“If you hadn’t poisoned and drugged me that day, how could you have…”

Her words trailed off—she couldn’t bear recalling those humiliating scenes, degraded by her disciple to such an extent.

What a pathetic master she was.

But hearing the warning, Chen Xueli showed no sign of relenting—instead, she grew bolder.

“Have you considered that your disciple could render you helpless in an instant?”

As she spoke, her body drew closer, poised to commit more rebellious acts.

Seeing her disciple lean in for another kiss, Su Wanqing’s anger surged.

Fueled by the humiliation of the forced kiss and days of torment, she lost her composure.

“Rebel, stop this madness!”

In a flash, she slapped Chen Xueli. Caught off guard, the girl hadn’t expected it.

A crisp “slap” landed squarely on her face.

But far from calming her, the slap unleashed the beast Chen Xueli had suppressed within.

She decided it was time to show her master her true methods.

Time to thoroughly “discipline” this disobedient master, letting her taste “ecstasy and agony”!