27 Mi Xue’er’s Second Confession
Rather than flirting, Yan Zhen felt more like a pet being pampered by its owner, being licked all over.
His resistance weakened, and he patted her head in response.
“Meng’er,” seemingly encouraged, continued downwards, even pulling down his new elephant-print boxer briefs.
Suddenly feeling a chill, Yan Zhen frowned slightly, about to open his eyes, but a soft hand quickly enveloped him, making rotating motions as if to warm him.
A wave of pleasure washed over him, and Yan Zhen’s frown eased, but he knew this wasn’t the time for indulgence.
“Meng’er, be good…”
As he said this, the person on top of him pressed against his chest, as if for support. Then, Yan Zhen felt himself enter a warm, wet, and tight space, a strong suction coming from all directions. It reminded him of Instructor Yu Xuan’s “big mouthful kiss” from earlier, but it was different, more like… like—
“Mmm!”
A muffled moan escaped the girl’s lips, as if she was enduring intense pain.
Yan Zhen suddenly realized the possibility and jolted awake.
Before him was a graceful figure. Although she was wearing a beige nightgown, it wasn’t tied, the lapels open, revealing her ample curves and a large expanse of enticing, fair skin.
Her long, black hair was slightly disheveled, cascading down her shoulders, strategically concealing her… assets.
The girl, one hand on Yan Zhen’s chest, the other holding his… dragon mark, slowly sat down until her buttocks pressed against his lower abdomen.
“Uh… uh…”
She let out a moan as if she was about to lose control. Her beautiful face was slightly pale, her bright eyes rolled back, and she looked somewhat dazed.
Yan Zhen also saw her clearly. It wasn’t Meng’er, but—
“Senior Sister Xue’er?!”
Yan Zhen was dumbfounded, his gaze falling to the crimson stain, a stark contrast against the white fabric.
He had been… taken advantage of many times, from dual cultivation with his beautiful master, to a “sister flower rice bowl” with Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu, to a tag-team effort by his good sister and Yi Xian’er, and finally, being ravished by Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue under the influence of an aphrodisiac. But he had never lost his virginity unknowingly.
What was this? R*pe?
Hearing Yan Zhen’s voice, Mi Xue’er came back to her senses, looked down, and met his gaze, blushing deeply. “Little Brother Yan Zhen, y-you, mm, you’re awake.”
—What do you mean, “you’re awake”? You, you…
“Senior Sister, why did you do this?”
Mi Xue’er’s face was filled with a deep sense of grievance. “I-I had no other choice… You wouldn’t accept my feelings. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get closer to you… I was so scared that, just like in my memories, I would have to watch you marry another woman—”
“Senior Sister Xue’er.”
“I don’t want that.” Mi Xue’er bit her lip, her breathing slightly ragged. “At first, I just thought I would try my best, regardless of the outcome, just so I wouldn’t have any regrets. But I was wrong. The more I looked at you, the more I wanted you. The more I couldn’t have you, the emptier I felt. So, I had to do this. Don’t hate me, Little Brother Yan Zhen. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I love you. I don’t know why I became like this, but I really, really love you…”
As she spoke emotionally, she moved her hips clumsily, her watery eyes reflecting Yan Zhen’s handsome face, filled with love and desire.
Yan Zhen was stunned, not expecting Mi Xue’er’s feelings for him to be so intense, almost obsessive.
He seemed to know another person who said both “I’m sorry” and “I love you” in the same breath. It was terrifying!
“Wait, Senior Sister Xue’er, don’t do this…”
Yan Zhen quickly grabbed Mi Xue’er’s waist, stopping her. Mi Xue’er leaned down, her eyes brimming with tears, and asked for a kiss.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen, kiss me~”
Yan Zhen couldn’t bear to see a girl cry, and his heart softened. But he knew that what Mi Xue’er was doing was wrong.
—Meng’er is still sleeping beside me!
“Senior Sister Xue’er, calm down.”
“Do you… do you dislike me that much?” Mi Xue’er was heartbroken, sobbing. “I know I’m not as beautiful as Ruyu, and I’m not as cute and cuddly as Meng’er, but I truly like you. Why can they be with you, but not me? Waaah, waaah…”
She buried her face in Yan Zhen’s chest and cried, the long-suppressed sadness and bitterness in her heart erupting, turning into tears streaming down her face.
Yan Zhen sighed inwardly and, after hesitating, embraced her.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you liked me that much.”
He had always thought Mi Xue’er only liked him as a cool junior, so he hadn’t taken her feelings seriously. After all, this kind of shallow affection would fade with time, becoming a small part of their youthful past.
But it seemed that wasn’t the case.
But he hadn’t done anything memorable or unforgettable for Mi Xue’er, right?
“I’m happy that you like me, but I already have Meng’er and Ruyu. And I’ll also take responsibility for Sister Ji Ya. Besides that, there’s also Wenqing, my fiancée… In short, I already have many partners, and I don’t want to hurt any more girls, especially a good girl like you. You deserve someone who will be devoted to you, not an insensitive blockhead like me.”
Mi Xue’er looked up, her pale face close to his, and whispered, “Since you already have so many, one more… wouldn’t matter, right?”
—Hey, what kind of logic is that? That’s not a good mindset, sister!
“We’ve practically… done it already,” she added softly. “If you don’t want me, I won’t be able to marry anyone else~”
“You’re so beautiful, you’ll be fine, right?”
“Even if I can, I won’t. I’ll only marry you.” Mi Xue’er said passionately. “Take me, Little Brother Yan Zhen~ From now on, I’ll serve you together with Meng’er and Ruyu, okay?”
—Ah, this… Even if you tempt me like this, I won’t be swayed!
Yan Zhen swallowed hard and turned his face away, acting like a virtuous gentleman, not losing his mind over a mere… threesome.
Seeing this, Mi Xue’er’s heart sank, tears welling up in her eyes. But then, she felt the heat beneath her swell again, forcing a moan from her lips.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen…” Mi Xue’er smiled again. “Did you agree?”
Yan Zhen denied it, feeling guilty. “I didn’t! I haven’t!”
—It was it that nodded, not me!
Mi Xue’er giggled, then cupped Yan Zhen’s face and kissed him.
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