After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 142 - Reasoning
Chapter 142: Reasoning
Deep down, Jiang Huai was resistant.
He had written plenty of such shameful play in his books, but it seemed a bit too avant-garde when brought into reality.
Yet at this moment, Chu Xianning’s gaze was cold, her voice sharp as a knife hanging over his neck, and he almost instinctively complied with Chu Xianning’s command, parting his lips slightly to let the clear wine land on them.
Chu Xianning, with her eighth realm cultivation, was as pure as the first snow of early spring, soft and fragrant all over. Thinking this, Jiang Huai didn’t find it too bad, but the humiliation seemed real for a moment...
Wait, he couldn’t just accept this passively.
If he did, he would really become a lowly scoundrel!
“Master is bullying me...”
Jiang Huai’s voice was full of grievance, muffled and unclear.
As the clear wine poured over her snow-white foot, Chu Xianning’s anger finally began to subside. She looked down at her foot, wine droplets slowly falling from her toes.
When she looked at Jiang Huai’s eyes filled with grievance, she once again couldn’t distinguish the true from the false in his eyes.
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She always had trouble discerning, but she didn’t want to bet that it was fake. Perhaps it was this uncertainty that made her overly indulgent with him.
“Now you know what humiliation is? Now you know what shame is? When you were acting like a scoundrel earlier, why didn’t you feel ashamed?”
Chu Xianning coldly moved her foot away, tapped the ground with her toes, and a wave of spiritual energy easily dispersed the wine from her foot. She gave Jiang Huai another cold look.
“Next time, I’ll make you kneel and lick it clean.”
Chu Xianning sat down on the chair, her legs crossed beneath her skirt, toes slightly lifted. This lazy and proud posture was rare for Jiang Huai to see.
The effects of the Dragon Blood Elixir seemed particularly subtle, making the usually indifferent and cold Chu Xianning unusually prone to showing emotions recently.
Jiang Huai slowly got up from the ground, took out a handkerchief to wipe his lips, and looked at Chu Xianning with a pitiful, almost tearful expression. But Chu Xianning didn’t care for his grievances.
“Don’t look at me with those eyes.”
“Master is bullying me so much, and I can’t even feel aggrieved?”
Jiang Huai continued to look pitifully at Chu Xianning.
But the next second, Chu Xianning lifted her foot, pressing it against Jiang Huai’s chin, forcing his face to look up at the dark night sky. She then said coldly.
“You like acting like a scoundrel on normal days, but now that you’re treated like one, you’re afraid?”
“It’s not about being a scoundrel, it’s all about filial piety. Master always thinks too badly of me. What scoundrel? If it’s for Master, licking is not impossible...”
Chu Xianning shuddered at Jiang Huai’s disgusting tone, as if recalling the bizarre dream from the night before. Today, as her desires surged in her mind and her consciousness blurred, it seemed as if the images from her dream reappeared in her mind over and over again, leaving her feeling frustrated and angry.
“Is that so? Then I’ll give you the opportunity?”
“Sure.”
Jiang Huai’s head drooped again, looking innocently at Chu Xianning. But she suddenly retracted her foot and couldn’t help but kick his chest, pushing him away.
Huh? Was there a hint of shyness this time?
Jiang Huai suddenly realized that he had seen many interesting expressions on Chu Xianning’s face these past few days, expressions that were rarely seen.
Wait, so Master knows she’s rewarding me?
No, that’s not a reward, that’s humiliation.
I’m not a pervert!!!
Heh, but if it’s for Master, licking is not impossible...
Jiang Huai’s mind began to wander into strange fantasies, and a lewd smile inevitably appeared on his cheeks. Even though he tried to restrain it, traces remained.
Chu Xianning’s hands were crossed over her chest, her legs crossed beneath her skirt in a posture that should have been commanding. But when Jiang Huai’s gaze moved to Chu Xianning’s face, he could vaguely read a hint of unease in her eyes.
“It’s clearly Master who has a guilty conscience,” Jiang Huai suddenly muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Chu Xianning to hear.
Chu Xianning’s breath hitched, and she saw Jiang Huai innocently blinking at her.
“Previously, when Master wore high heels and got tired from walking, you were willing to let me massage them... but today, after dancing and getting tired, it’s not allowed, saying I harbor ill intentions and must be punished. If Master’s mood swings like this all the time, how am I supposed to guess what you’re thinking?”
Chu Xianning was taken aback again, finding Jiang Huai’s words somewhat reasonable.
But upon further thought, didn’t his words imply that... since he had massaged her before, he should do it every time from now on?
If she refused, did that make her capricious and unreasonable?
The more Chu Xianning thought about it, the more frustrated she became. How could it be that she was the one at fault?
She tightened her grip on her crossed arms.
“That day your eyes were clear, but today they are not, so you are punished.”
“So whether my eyes are clear or not is up to Master to decide? What kind of reasoning is that?”
“Your gaze was impure just now, and I didn’t like it,” Chu Xianning slightly lifted her chin, enjoying the privilege of having the final say as a master.
Just when she thought she had regained some control, she heard Jiang Huai say,
“Then I could also say that Master’s gaze was impure just now, clearly taking pleasure in humiliating me, wanting to see me in such a humiliated state at your feet...”
Chu Xianning’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Jiang Huai...”
She flicked her Snake Bone Whip in the air, making a whistling sound.
Jiang Huai looked up slightly, “Master won’t hit me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Master taught me from a young age to be reasonable. I think my words are not entirely without reason, so if you hit me, that would be unreasonable.”
“You’re clearly twisting words and forcing logic.”
Chu Xianning suddenly realized she was having a hard time out-talking this little rascal Jiang Huai.
“Alright, then I’m twisting words and forcing logic, Master, punish me,” Jiang Huai blinked innocently, his eyes suddenly becoming compliant.
What was this? The little scoundrel had just shown his fangs, and now he was obediently lying down and wagging his tail?
This made Chu Xianning feel at fault. She turned her face away and after about five or six seconds, she whispered.
“I was already in a bad mood, it was you who provoked me first... it wasn’t about humiliating you for fun.”
“Then it’s my fault... I apologize to Master.”
“Do you really think you’re wrong?”
Jiang Huai nodded vigorously, his eyes brimming with sincerity, not seeming fake at all.
Chu Xianning eyed him suspiciously for several seconds before turning away again and muttering.
“As punishment... come here and give me a proper massage.”
...Alright, Jiang Huai, you’ve found the first step in how to handle Chu Xianning!
...A small step today, a big step tomorrow!
Jiang Huai approached her, and Chu Xianning glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
“Who told you to sit on the ground? Go sit on the chair.”
Jiang Huai obediently moved the chair over and sat opposite Chu Xianning. She lifted her skirt, raising her leg, and as Jiang Huai saw those legs approaching, about to rest on his lap, he wondered why he felt like drooling. No, he had to restrain himself and not show his true colors.
Eventually, Chu Xianning’s soft leg reluctantly rested on Jiang Huai’s lap.
She felt a bit of frustration, as if she had been trapped by the little scoundrel without realizing it, bitten by a dog... But when Jiang Huai’s fingertips touched her toes, all her scattered thoughts vanished, leaving only an electrifying sensation. She instinctively wanted to retract her foot, but Jiang Huai’s hands were already holding her feet.
The disciple’s massage technique was excessive, and Chu Xianning had always known that.
From a young age, Jiang Huai had learned this over-the-top massage technique, which was particularly comfortable and relieving. Whenever she felt bored or troubled, Jiang Huai’s fingertips would always inexplicably improve her mood. But that was mostly when Jiang Huai was younger. As he grew up, Chu Xianning rarely let him touch her, as there was always some awkwardness and an inexplicable sense of guilt in her heart.
Her body was more sensitive than most women’s, especially now that her feet were held in someone’s hands, the heat from Jiang Huai’s palms made her feel as if she had placed her feet on a stove to warm them, and her body gradually became warm and soft. The firm grip she had on her chest eventually loosened.
The courtyard seemed to become incredibly silent all of a sudden, so quiet that it seemed possible to hear the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.
When Jiang Huai asked if she wanted her feet massaged, her anger might have stemmed from... her dislike of the disciple’s desires for her. But now, as she stealthily glanced at Jiang Huai’s eyes from the corner of her own, she found his gaze to be so serious and gentle, as if truly devoid of any desire.
It was clear that she was the one being massaged and feeling comfortable, so it seemed she had no reason to blame him. Yet, she still felt an inexplicable awkwardness and couldn’t help but speak up.
“You must have charmed Luo Qingyu and Wen Wanwan very well with this massage technique, right?”
“Why has Master been mentioning them so much lately? You never used to care about anyone before,” Jiang Huai didn’t directly answer her question but instead asked Chu Xianning.
And naturally, there was only one answer to that question: because Chu Xianning cared about him, she was concerned about others related to him.
The little scoundrel was always setting these traps for her, and she didn’t know how to respond, so she chose not to. But Jiang Huai’s answer came slowly drifting over.
“This technique was learned earnestly just for Master. As long as Master likes it, I’ll be very happy.”
“You pressed too hard...” Chu Xianning muttered softly.
“Then I’ll be gentler.”
As Jiang Huai spoke, he playfully and gently pried open Chu Xianning’s curled toes, which quickly curled up again.
He gently pried them open once more, as if the two were engaged in a childish game.
