Chapter 30: I Like You More
The campfire crackled, its flames illuminating the dim cave.
After finishing the leftover mushroom soup, Yun Xiu was about to resume her attempts to break the acupoint seals when she saw Jiu Youyue dragging Yan Zhen into the tent.
She hesitated.
She wanted to regain her strength as soon as possible, to avoid being vulnerable, but she was also worried about Jiu Youyue taking advantage of him while she was away.
“Mmm~”
A soft, seductive moan came from the tent. She froze, unable to endure it any longer. She quickly entered the tent.
She found Jiu Youyue lying on her stomach, her arms crossed beneath her chin, a thick blanket covering her back, reaching only her hips, revealing her long, slender legs. Yan Zhen was kneeling beside her, his hands massaging her thighs, moving slowly upwards.
They were both fully clothed. It seemed like he was just giving her a massage.
He quickly explained, “Jiu Youyue said her legs were cold, so I’m giving her a massage to improve her circulation.”
She sighed with relief, about to return to her meditation, when she heard another seductive moan from Jiu Youyue.
“Mmm~ That feels so good! Harder, Little Zhenzhen, harder~”
Even she, a woman, felt her heart skip a beat. How could Yan Zhen, a young man at the peak of his virility, possibly resist?
Jiu Youyue was clearly trying to seduce him again.
Yun Xiu’s face darkened.
“Stop making those noises!”
Jiu Youyue turned to her.
“But it feels so good! Little Zhenzhen’s hands are amazing! And they’re so warm with his Fire Mystic Power! It’s pure bliss~ Want to try it too, Sister?”
“My… my legs aren’t cold.”
“Then he can massage other parts! Your arms, your shoulders, your back… As long as you don’t mind, he can massage your entire body! It’s not only relaxing, but also good for your health… And he’s already seen your body, so what’s the harm in a little touch–”
She stopped abruptly, sensing the murderous intent emanating from Yun Xiu.
“Ahem, anyway, I highly recommend Little Zhenzhen’s services. Hmm hmm, a bit higher, Little Zhenzhen~”
“You’re just bossing him around.” Yun Xiu snorted. “Chen Zhen, you don’t have to listen to her. Go get some rest.”
“You don’t understand, Sister. Little Zhenzhen offered to massage my legs… He’s so kind to me~ Are you jealous?”
He chuckled awkwardly, his hands continuing their work, diligently massaging her legs.
He had learned some massage techniques to please his Beautiful Sect Master, so his movements were quite professional.
Although her moans were exaggerated, she was actually enjoying it immensely. Her legs were quite sensitive, and the fact that it was him massaging her made it even more pleasurable.
As time passed, she felt a familiar sensation building within her, making her bite her lip, suppressing her moans.
— If I moan again, it won’t be an act.
“…”
Yun Xiu, watching him kneading Jiu Youyue’s thighs, assumed he was captivated by her beautiful legs, his massage a mere pretense for fondling her.
She admitted, Jiu Youyue’s legs were beautiful. It was understandable that he would be tempted. But she had just told him not to be seduced! And he had already forgotten her words! It was infuriating!
She felt a surge of resentment, silently turning and leaving the tent.
…
Jiu Youyue, however, was too preoccupied with her own situation to notice her sister’s feelings.
Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, her mind clouding, her cheeks flushing.
She bit her lip, trying to suppress the tingling sensation between her legs, but her thighs instinctively pressed together, rubbing against each other.
No way… am I really this weak? It’s just a leg massage, and I’m already…
“Mmm~”
Another moan escaped her lips, this time unintentional, a sound of pure pleasure.
Her body tensed, her head tilting back, her fingers digging into the pillow, her legs twitching.
After a while, her body relaxed, her breath shallow and rapid.
Feeling the dampness between her legs, her face burned crimson. She discreetly glanced at him, relieved to find him seemingly oblivious to her reaction. She quickly stopped him.
“Little Zhenzhen, my legs aren’t cold anymore. Call my sister over. Give her a massage too.”
She knew Yun Xiu’s body was even more sensitive. A massage from him would definitely elicit a more… interesting reaction.
He withdrew his hand, pulling the blanket down, covering her lower body.
“Then rest for a bit. I’ll go get her.”
…
He left the tent, finding Yun Xiu sitting by the fire, her chin resting on her hand, poking at the flames with a stick, her expression forlorn.
“Yun Xiu.”
He sat beside her, and she said softly, “You used to call me ‘Fairy Sister.’ Now you’re calling me by my name.”
He was startled. He had simply followed the script.
The Yan Zhen in the script had liked Yun Xiu. His youthful pride had made him dislike being treated like a child, so he had dropped the “Sister” after learning their names, addressing her directly as “Yun Xiu.”
He hadn’t expected her to mind.
He scratched his head.
“Is it better if I call you ‘Fairy Sister’?”
She simply said, “No.”
Huh? Why did she seem upset? Was this really the graceful and elegant Cloud Heaven Sword Immortal he knew?
He thought for a moment, then asked, “Are you and Jiu Youyue… not on good terms?”
“We’re… okay.” She said indifferently. “Not good, not bad.”
He could tell their relationship wasn’t the “mortal enemies” situation described in the script. They seemed more like ordinary sisters who occasionally bickered.
This was strange. Jiu Youyue had erased Yun Daiyue’s existence and replaced her. Yun Xiu should be furious, wanting to kill her. Could it be that their backstory was also different?
Then why had they been fighting?
“Why were you fighting earlier?”
“Because she wasn’t listening to me.”
“…”
Come to think of it, their battle had indeed resembled a simple sibling squabble.
He was confused. He racked his brains, trying to understand.
…
After a long silence, she suddenly asked, “Chen Zhen, are you… in love with Jiu Youyue?”
“Huh?” He was startled by her bluntness. “N-no! Why would you ask that?”
They had only known each other for two days. It was too soon to be in love. He felt more… protective of her, like a reader feeling sympathy for a tragic character in a book.
Knowing she would die for him in the future, disappearing in his arms, he couldn’t help but want to care for her, to cherish her.
“You even gave her a leg massage. What else could it be besides love?”
She mumbled, her tone a bit sulky.
He chuckled. She seemed so childish now, like… like a little girl who couldn’t get her candy.
He scratched his cheek, his voice shy.
“If you’re talking about love… I actually… like you more.”
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