Chu Ge slept soundly for a long time, waking up to find himself enveloped in a warm, fragrant embrace.
Opening his eyes, he saw Qiu Wuji crookedly in his arms, his posture awkward, but he didn't struggle, simply staring softly at him with wide eyes.
Seeing him open his eyes, Qiu Wuji seemed a little shy, lowering his gaze slightly to avoid his eyes: "Awake?"
Unlike the last time when he was ready to fight, this time he was completely awake, having spent the night nestled in a man's arms. Heaven knows what he was thinking all night, smelling his scent, feeling his skin…
He was even wearing the sect leader's robes, cosplaying with him.
Hmm… this was the punishment from his writing master and studio owner after their change of status. The junior apprentice could only accept it with resentment, just like how he obediently endured punishment arranged by his master in the book.
He was truly being tortured, his body scraped by a thousand swords. Although it was for quickly accumulating strength, it still hurt her heart…
But this "punishment" of hers was quite comfortable; lying in his arms was so warm.
Qiu Wuji stole another glance at him.
Chu Ge had just woken up and was briefly examining his own condition. He noticed that his soul sea had shown significant signs of growth again. The imprint of his two days and two nights of hard work cultivating swordsmanship seemed to be rooted in his soul sea; even the mist in his sea of consciousness had faintly taken on a sword shape—an imprint etched in his heart by countless trials.
Chu Ge knew that Qiu Wuji's urging was well-intentioned; she was just verbally cursing that old hag a few times. How could he really be angry with her?
But seeing Qiu Wuji now wearing the sect leader's robes, looking aggrieved and shy, his heart was fluttering wildly. Who would say that their master's strict supervision was good at this time?
He deliberately put on a stern face, reaching out to lift Qiu Wuji's chin: "That cold-faced woman has been putting on airs with me for two days now..." Qiu Wuji's eyes darted away: "What Sect Master Qiu Wuji did has nothing to do with my little apprentice Qiuqiu?" Chu Ge slowly leaned closer, whispering: "Didn't Qiuqiu say she'd help me teach that fierce woman a lesson?"
"N-Didn't I already wear this outfit and be hugged by you all night? Isn't that enough for you to be proud of?" Qiu Wuji started to shrink back: "What else do you want? Don't push your luck... mmm..." The little apprentice and assistant, looking aggrieved, was pressed down and kissed firmly, the solemn sect master's robe quickly becoming a mess.
After an unknown amount of time, her slightly aggrieved expression gradually transformed into a seductive look: "Okay...okay...it's never going to end..." Chu Ge then pulled away from her slightly swollen lips and kissed her ear: "Didn't you want it yourself?"
"N-no, I didn't."
"You wanted it over there, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, so you created an alternate account..."
"No way!" Qiu Wuji retorted angrily, "Who's like you, with only this one thing on their mind all day!"
"Then why is your face so hot?"
"Who...who wouldn't get hot after being kissed for so long!" Qiu Wuji was flustered by his words. *Idiot, don't reveal my secret!* If I do, how can I play with you anymore!
As it turned out, Chu Ge was quite quick-witted. He stopped there and said, "Hmm, so just hugging and kissing like this isn't enough to punish that wicked woman, what should we do?"
As he spoke, his large hands began to wander, trying to slip inside the sect leader's robes.
Just a little bit more, and I'd be able to see Qiuqiu looking disheveled in this solemn outfit…
But after searching for ages, I still couldn't figure out how to untie it.
What kind of awful clothes are these?! They're ruining the atmosphere! Chu Ge was exasperated.
"Why are you trembling like that?" Qiu Wuji paused for a moment, her alluring eyes suddenly crinkling into a smile: "Can't find the clothes to untie?"
Her thoughts exposed, Chu Ge said sullenly, "Why are these clothes so weird!"
Qiu Wuji laughed so hard she wanted to roll around: "Serves you right, forcing me to wear this."
Chu Ge shamelessly said, "Then… change back into your pajamas?"
"No way!" Qiu Wuji rolled away from his embrace, and in a flash, she was dressed in a neat shirt and ponytail, the classical beauty instantly transforming back into a modern girl.
Chu Ge looked like he wanted to cry: "You've tormented me for so long, and then it's just a few kisses and it's over..."
"What else do you want..." Qiu Wuji leaned closer, her voice seductive, "Does Qiu Qiu really not look as good as that wicked woman?"
Chu Ge blinked.
Qiu Wuji whispered in his ear, "Isn't it just that you yearn for what you can't have? Men, what a pathetic thing to do..."
As she spoke, she slowly kissed his ear and cheek: "Qiu Qiu is so good to you, do you really need to yearn for Sect Leader Qiu... Father God, it's up to you..."
Chu Ge's expression twitched, a mixture of pain and pleasure.
How was he supposed to answer that?
It's all your fault. If I said I didn't yearn for Sect Leader Qiu, would you be angry? If I said I did, would you feel cheated on?
Even a god couldn't answer this…
Luckily, Qiu Wuji probably knew the question was deliberately difficult, so she didn't insist on an answer. Instead, she murmured again, "That wicked woman bullied you, Qiuqiu will love you, right?"
As she spoke, her slender hand slowly moved down.
Chu Ge simply lay flat and didn't move.
Pounding medicine like this, once it happens, it'll happen again…
Is this her compensation? Or is it heartache seeing Wan Jian scrape his body?
But it wasn't over yet.
Seeing Chu Ge lying there, unsure what to do with his hands and feet, Qiu Wuji bit her lower lip and sat up from her side-lying position beside him.
Chu Ge looked at her nervously.
Would she stop halfway through? That would be terrible.
But then Qiu Wuji hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her small foot from her cross-legged position and placed it beside his hand.
Then she lowered her head and remained silent.
Chu Ge actually pondered this several times before realizing what it meant.
Didn't she want to touch her master's foot?
"Here you go..." Chu Ge chuckled, though he wasn't really into foot fetishes. However, due to the misunderstanding about the stockings, the misconception lingered in Qiu Qiu's mind. She'd even used her feet on him before... Now that he'd offered his feet, wouldn't you touch them?
Chu Ge decisively touched them.
Qiu Wuji stiffened, biting his lower lip in silence.
In ancient times, feet were considered to be on par with other private parts... Although Yunji Peak had been climbed, that was during moments of passion, not when she willingly offered herself up for him to climb. This time, offering her little feet for him to play with... the shame she felt was even greater than grinding medicine.
The touch from his palm was both shameful and itchy, making her weak all over, almost too weak to even grind medicine...
And within half a second, Chu Ge abandoned his inner monologue of "I'm not a foot fetishist."
That's right, I am a foot fetishist!
"Waaaaah, where in the world are there such adorable little feet? Crystal clear, smooth and rounded, cool and soft to the touch, not at all like the feet of a seasoned swordswoman… Of course, she's no longer a swordswoman; she's cultivated to the point of transformation, her body flawless. Not to mention, no odor whatsoever.
This is the body of a Tribulation Transcending Immortal! Yes… that's right, the body Chu Ge believes a Tribulation Transcending Immortal should have, a perfect image in his mind, and thus, she is perfect.
Holding these little feet, she couldn't put them down, she just couldn't stop…
While letting him play with her little feet, she shyly lowered her head to pound medicine, experiencing a double pleasure from head to toe, body and soul—words couldn't describe it.
This torture was worth it!
How many hours should I stay in the Sword Trial Cave next time? I'm going tomorrow, waaaaah… I'd be happy to take a few more cuts!
" Or maybe a little more torture would be fine; if the more torture he inflicts, the better the treatment, the more positions he can explore—then I'd definitely ask for torture!
After a few more times, he'll be in a very strong position!
Qiu Wuji never imagined that these trivial matters could be such a terrifying motivator for a man, far more potent than any kind of stimulant. She no longer needed to worry about how to coax him into suffering more next time…