(T/N: This chapter may contain explicit scenes; reader discretion advised)
Ning Xian gritted her teeth.
She half-dragged, half-pulled Fang Xuan, who was clearly suffering from a yang poison outbreak but still stubbornly trying to escape, into a nearby abandoned side hall.
A disobedient junior brother deserved a stern punishment.
The hall's furnishings were covered in dust, with several overturned tables and chairs scattered about, and blurred fragments of meridian charts still hanging on the walls.
From its layout, it seemed like a sect schoolhouse that had long been abandoned.
Ning Xian surveyed her surroundings, spreading her spiritual sense to confirm the place was indeed remote and uninhabited, and then her mind settled slightly.
She exerted force, pressing Fang Xuan onto a chair.
Fang Xuan's back hit the hard wood. He looked up at Ning Xian, who was towering over him, her face frosty but her ear tips red.
While silently praising the system's foresight, he continued to act out his resistance: "Senior Sister... this is outside... it's inappropriate..."
"Shut up." Ning Xian's voice was very low. She leaned down slightly, her cool, detached face kissing him again, her breath warm.
"I've scanned with my spiritual sense; there's no one within a ten-mile radius."
Just then, the training task guidance sounded in Fang Xuan's mind again: 【Please show stronger resistance!】
Fang Xuan took a deep breath, trying to put on a serious expression, and pushed Ning Xian away: "Enough, Senior Sister, stop messing around..."
"Stop messing around?" Ning Xian seized his resisting wrist, her clear eyes gazing directly into his.
She bit out, "Then what did you mean by what you said before? If you're saying one thing and meaning another, I'll... thoroughly train you."
She never wanted to be just his senior sister; she cared deeply about every word he had spoken.
She didn't want this to just be a prank.
She also felt wronged.
.......
The words "train you" clearly left her lips.
Fang Xuan was visibly stunned.
This system was truly effective.
【Task complete, reward settlement: Basic reward—spirit bun, has been upgraded to brown sugar spirit bun! Training value +500 instantly!】
【Current recommendation: Host Fang Xuan, please abandon all resistance and immediately, unconditionally, offer your body for master Ning Xian's indulgence.】
For the first time, Fang Xuan felt that this system was quite good to him.
Now that the task was complete.
After such a long prelude, he really couldn't hold back anymore.
Why bother with so many twists and turns? He preferred things more direct...
Just as Ning Xian's assertive aura softened slightly.
He, who had been pinned to the chair, stood up directly and pressed Ning Xian against the wall.
......The situation instantly reversed.
Fang Xuan lowered his head, his hot breath caressing her sensitive earlobe, then he gently bit her small, jade-like earlobe.
"Mmm...!" Ning Xian trembled, half her body going numb as if shocked by electricity.
The strong assertiveness she had just mustered instantly dissolved by more than half.
Her cool eyes also became misty and blurred.
"Senior Sister, of course what I said counts."
"You... you don't understand anything..." Ning Xian's voice softened, yet still carried a hint of grievance.
Her junior brother understood nothing, unaware of the tangled feelings within her, which even she couldn't sort out.
He didn't know the heaviness in her heart, her calculations.
Nor did he know the almost obsessive heart beneath her current forced assertiveness, a heart afraid of losing him...
"I don't understand, but I only know... I like Senior Sister, and Senior Sister likes me too."
Ning Xian paused slightly upon hearing Fang Xuan's words, and began to calm down.
The obsession that had arisen from her fear of him "running away" or "being taken away" was gradually replaced by a more bashful emotion.
Only then did she belatedly realize what she had just done... pushing her junior brother into an abandoned schoolhouse, pressing him into a chair, and even saying things about training...
It was... too impulsive.
Not only were they outside... but the light here was dim, and it was an abandoned place.
However, now she was completely pinned down by him, unable to break free for a while.
.......
"Alright... alright..." Ning Xian turned her head, trying to avoid his burning breath, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"Let's go back first... This place... it's really not appropriate..."
.......
Senior Sister was appeased.
Her assertiveness had softened; knowing she was shy, she wanted to retreat.
But he was still worked up.
"Senior Sister," he firmly gripped Ning Xian's wrists, which were trying to push his chest away, and gently pressed them against the wall, intertwining their fingers.
"Now... it's not up to you."
"Don't... don't here..." Ning Xian struggled a little, but her strength was weak, more like a subtle invitation than true resistance.
Fang Xuan didn't give her another chance to speak. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, which still wanted to protest.
At the same time, his other hand wasn't idle; it found the tie of her plain white dress at her waist and gently pulled.
The tie loosened, and her robes parted slightly.
His hand smoothly slipped along the edge of the robes that had fallen to her waist, caressing her smooth, slender side.
Then it moved downwards, gliding over her flat lower abdomen.
Finally, it rested upon her straight, long, jade-like legs that had tempted him.
The skin felt incredibly soft and delicate to the touch.
"Mmh...!" Ning Xian's body tensed, stimulated by his bold actions and the unfamiliar sensation on her legs.
Barely regaining a sliver of consciousness from the deep kiss, she pressed her hands against his scalding chest, utterly embarrassed.
"Junior Brother... this place... it's really not good..."
"Don't talk..." Fang Xuan frowned, a hint of impatience in his tone: "Your clothes are stuck, take them off yourself."
He shook his head, once again feeling a little disoriented.
This physique was truly intoxicating.
It would probably take seven or eight hours to resolve this.
Ning Xian's small head was dizzy from the kisses, and she obediently replied: "Oh... alright... alright."
Then, with trembling hands, she began to fumble with the fastening of her troublesome dress...
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