Fang Xuan lay in bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling, not daring to move.
Ning Xian was still nestled in his arms, her breathing light, her small face pressed against his chest, her hair spread over his shoulder, tickling him.
This time, he really couldn't sleep.
He counted sheep, and only after the sixth one did he finally drift off to sleep.
When he woke up again, the sky was already bright...
Ning Xian was still asleep.
He gently moved her head to the pillow, slowly pulled out his arm, held his breath, and inch by inch moved towards the edge of the bed.
Ning Xian stirred, and he instantly froze.
She merely rolled over, pulled the quilt tighter, and fell back asleep.
Fang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and tiptoed out of the room.
The door closed behind him. He leaned against it, took a deep breath, and stared blankly at the white wall opposite him.
He had read those tasks many times, remembering every single one clearly.
But how to do them, he had no idea.
Training? What did 'training' even mean...?
Did it mean he had to find a small whip, let her whip him, and then use that whip to whip her?
It seemed impossible, but he could only try.
He closed his eyes, facing the bedroom door, then took another deep breath, preparing to practice a soft rehearsal first.
“Sister, can I be tra... trained by you?”
The door opened right then.
Ning Xian stood at the doorway, her hair a little messy, her eyes not fully open.
She was wearing his white short-sleeved shirt, its collar askew, revealing half of her shoulder.
She looked at him and blinked.
Junior Brother actually... remembered the important matter today...
“You can...”
Fang Xuan's eyes snapped open.
It was over, completely over... She had heard him.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say “I was joking,” wanting to say “that’s not what I meant,” but Ning Xian had already reached out, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him into the room.
“No... I, that...”
He stammered, but his feet felt like they were treading on cotton as she led him along.
“Let’s start now...” Ning Xian said, her voice clear and cool, as if it were a very ordinary matter.
Fang Xuan was pressed down onto the edge of the bed.
He averted his gaze, then returned it, then averted it again.
After holding back for a long time, he finally, helplessly, uttered a single word: “Mm...”
Even though this body had been restored by the laws of time, Ning Xian still felt a sense of familiarity.
She looked at Fang Xuan before her.
He was ... years old, a little shorter than her, fair-skinned, and his ears were completely red.
His personality was quite different from the Junior Brother who used to bully her until she couldn't get out of bed...
But the divine soul couldn't be changed by the laws of time; the mark she had carved into it was always clear.
He was her Junior Brother, always had been.
How could she... possibly hold back...
...
Inside the room, the curtains were drawn tightly...
Ning Xian placed her hand on his chest. “Say it quickly... Sister, I want...”
Fang Xuan’s face instantly flushed from his ears to his neck.
He opened his mouth, his throat dry.
“Sister... I want.”
Ning Xian spoke softly again, “Will you be obedient?”
Fang Xuan felt his breathing quicken.
“Yes... I’ll be obedient, I’ll listen to whatever Sister says.”
Ning Xian looked at him, then slowly raised her foot, her toes pressing against his chest...
She gently stepped on him, the sole of her foot touching his heartbeat.
The corners of her lips curved slightly. “Sister will give you what you want.”
Fang Xuan looked down at that foot.
It was fair and slender, the ankle as delicate as porcelain.
Her toes curled slightly, and the arch of her foot formed a beautiful curve.
His heart pounded as if it would leap out of his chest.
Ning Xian leaned in and whispered something into his ear...
Fang Xuan now had only one thought in his mind, and he could only utter it under duress: “I... I am Sister Ning Xian’s... sex slave...”
Ning Xian’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She suppressed the turbulent emotions in her heart and simply let out a soft “Mm.”
“Junior Brother is very obedient...”
Fang Xuan looked at her, his heart still racing, but his mind suddenly cleared.
It wasn’t because of the system tasks, nor the progress bars he couldn’t understand.
It was because of something in his heart, an irrepressible lust, and something else.
He looked at her foot on his chest, at her slightly reddened ear tips, at her small face trying hard to maintain a serious expression.
All of this felt very familiar.
These movements, these titles, and this tone, he must have experienced them somewhere, many, many times...
No... this is...
The memories in his mind grew clearer and clearer...
Training... training is good.
The system then suddenly spoke urgently, its prompt tone several times faster than usual:
【Host, quickly carry out the tasks and obtain rewards! Otherwise, you won’t be able to recover your memories!】
“Shut up...” Fang Xuan said inwardly.
He looked at Ning Xian, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, her short-sleeved shirt askew, the curve beneath her collarbone faintly visible in the light.
Her legs were long and fair, crossed together, her ankles as delicate as if painted in a picture.
Senior Sister is having a good time playing with him, isn't she...
He thought about everything that had happened recently, how his legs would turn to jelly if she kissed him, how he would blush if she merely looked at him.
Honestly... he shouldn't have been trained to this extent, right?
He covered his face inwardly; this was truly pathetic.
He looked up at Ning Xian, the corners of his lips curving slightly.
When Ning Xian saw that smile, she suddenly felt it was somewhat familiar.
It... it must be her overthinking...
Hm... no more overthinking. Today, she must mercilessly train her naive Junior Brother!
...
Just then, Fang Xuan suddenly grasped her ankle.
Ning Xian instinctively tried to pull back, but he held her tightly.
“Sister.” He called her, his voice very soft.
Fang Xuan looked up, gazing at the face so close to his.
Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing a little ragged.
The curve beneath her collarbone... became even more prominent due to her leaning posture, and the collar of her short-sleeved shirt hung down, faintly revealing the scenery within.
Then...
Ning Xian’s body instantly stiffened...
Her eyes widened slightly. No... this is too... too deep...
Why... this is completely different from what she imagined. Junior Brother is clearly so young...
Her body was already unbelievably sensitive... It had only just begun, and she was already about to... about to reach her peak...
Her eyes misted over; she only wanted to retreat, but Fang Xuan wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace.
Ning Xian was forced to press her entire body against his, and through the thin short-sleeved shirt, she could feel the warmth of his chest.
“Ju... Junior Brother, wait a moment.”
Her voice had begun to tremble. “How about we try again tomorrow...?”
“That won’t do.” Fang Xuan whispered in her ear, his voice soft and carrying a hint of a smile. “Sister said it’s fine, and anything can be done now...”
Ning Xian’s small head was already dazed, and her body couldn't stop trembling slightly.
“Don’t... can you go slower...?”
Senior Sister is truly overthinking things. It's impossible not to make her pass out today... Fang Xuan thought to himself.
He couldn't reveal his hand yet. After all, Senior Sister was so disobedient; he had to properly train her as well.
...
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