Chapter 15: Healing in the Cave – Yun Xiu
“No need. I can handle it myself.”
Yun Xiu stubbornly shook her head, then gently pushed him away, attempting to resume her meditation posture.
However, her acupoints were sealed, her limbs weak and numb, and her injuries, especially the claw marks on her chest, were still bleeding. The pain made it impossible for her to sit upright.
Before she could even circulate her Mystic Power, she lost her balance, swaying, then collapsing backwards like a delicate flower unable to withstand the wind.
“Fairy Sister!”
He quickly caught her, her fragrance, stronger than the scent of blood, filling his senses.
“Mmm~”
She moaned softly, her pale face suddenly flushing crimson.
Biting her lip, as if suppressing something, her expression a mixture of resentment and shyness, she said weakly, “L-let go of me.”
He felt a headache coming on. The Yun Xiu in the script hadn’t been this stubborn. Although she had been cold and aloof, she had been more agreeable than Jiu Youyue.
When he had undressed Jiu Youyue to treat her injuries, she had tried to kill him upon waking up, requiring a lengthy explanation to gain her trust. Yun Xiu, however, had simply thanked him politely, never doubting his intentions, even smiling as she said she believed he was a good boy.
Why was she acting like a stubborn mule now?
“Fairy Sister, since you can’t move your arms and legs, let me treat your wounds. Don’t be stubborn.” He frowned, his tone slightly annoyed. “Your injuries are quite serious. If you delay treatment, they’ll worsen, making it even harder to recover.”
“But… men and women shouldn’t touch…”
She was still clinging to those outdated customs!
“A patient shouldn’t be ashamed of their doctor. Don’t worry, I’ll try my best not to look or touch anywhere… unnecessary.”
She turned away, her voice barely audible.
“I meant… your hand.”
He was confused.
“What about my hand?”
Jiu Youyue, wrapped in the blanket, giggled.
“Silly Little Zhenzhen, your hand is grabbing my senior sister’s boob.”
Huh? He looked down, realizing his hand, which had been supporting her, was indeed positioned under her arm, his fingers cupping her breast. He was mortified. He apologized profusely.
“I’m sorry! It was an accident! I was just trying to catch you, and… I didn’t mean to… take advantage of you! Fairy Sister, please believe me!”
Her sensitive breast in his grasp, the strange sensation sending shivers through her body, she couldn’t face him.
“I believe you. Just… let go.”
“O-okay, I’ll… put you down.”
He gently laid her on the stone platform, retracting his hand, then retrieved a pillow from his storage ring, placing it under her head.
She sighed with relief, but her cheeks remained flushed.
The first time he had touched her breasts had been during their encounter with the Demonic Dragon Aphrodisiac, when they had both lost control. That experience had made her aware of her weakness, and she had been careful to protect herself during their subsequent intimate moments, not wanting to reveal her vulnerability to him.
However, he might seem like an obedient puppy, but when it came to taking advantage of her, he was incredibly bold and greedy, wanting everything, transforming into a wolf—not that she minded.
Sometimes, she even wondered, if she hadn’t been so adamant about protecting her purity during that incident, or if he had been more forceful, claiming both her and Jiu Youyue, would they have had a happy ending?
“Can I treat your wounds now, Fairy Sister?” he asked again. “I promise I won’t do anything else.”
It seemed she couldn’t avoid this… She didn’t answer, simply closing her eyes, her lips pursed, her demeanor submissive, leaving the decision in his hands.
Seeing her change in attitude, he smiled faintly.
“Then… I’ll remove your clothes first, Fairy Sister.”
She remained silent, her eyes closed, her silence a consent.
He took a deep breath, reaching for her sash.
Actually, her sash had already been torn by the beast’s claws. There was no need to untie it. He simply pulled, and it snapped.
Unlike Jiu Youyue’s, her white dress was quite conservative, covering her from head to toe.
However, her figure was incredibly alluring, her curves, no less impressive than his Beautiful Sect Master’s, impossible to conceal beneath the fabric.
As the sash broke, her neckline gaped open, revealing a translucent jade armor, its collar embroidered with cloud patterns.
This was the Cloud Silk Armor, a Tier 5 Mystic Tool. Although it appeared hard, it was actually soft and pliable, thin and light, capable of deflecting nearly half of a Mystic King’s attack.
If not for its protection, her injuries would have been far worse.
He removed the armor, revealing a white undergarment embroidered with peonies, tightly hugging her ample bosom, creating a deep cleavage.
“I… I need to remove this too.”
He swallowed, his hands reaching behind her, untying the straps, then carefully removing the garment.
Now her upper body was completely bare, her dazzlingly fair skin exposed to his gaze.
The coolness of the cave and the heat of his gaze made her sensitive peaks react, hardening, their rosy tips standing erect, like blooming plum blossoms in the snow.
“Mmm…”
A wave of shame washed over her, her face flushing crimson, her eyelids trembling, but she didn’t dare open her eyes. Her lips were pressed together, suppressing any embarrassing sounds that might escape.
He was momentarily stunned by her beauty, his heart pounding, his desire stirring.
Fortunately, he wasn’t a naive, inexperienced boy. After being thoroughly “baptized” by his Beautiful Sect Master, Instructor Yu Xuan, his cousins, Yi Xian’er, and Ji Ya’s entourage, he had developed some resistance.
He forced his gaze downwards, focusing on the three gruesome claw marks below her breasts. His heart ached.
“I’m going to start now, Fairy Sister. It might hurt, so bear with it.”
She murmured in agreement, her face still flushed.
He calmed himself, carefully cleaning the wounds with disinfectant, then heated a medicinal pill, turning it into a paste, applying it to the wounds, before finally bandaging them.
The wounds were near her ribs, so he had to wrap the bandage around her waist. His hand inevitably brushed against the underside of her breasts, the light contact sending shivers through her body, making her legs instinctively press together.
He, focused on his task, didn’t notice her reaction. After finishing, he sighed with relief, covering her with another blanket, concealing her alluring form.
“The wounds are treated. Just change the bandages daily, and they should heal in about three days… Fairy Sister, how are you feeling?”
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