IVYSCP - Chapter 77

Chapter 77

"Do you want to try?"

The beguiling voice sounded right beside her ear. Ling Qingyue's throat moved. The fragrance from Pei Yin's body drifted into her nostrils strand by strand, tempting her every moment. Hearing Pei Yin say that, Ling Qingyue raised her eyes to look at her, then lifted her chin and kissed her, murmuring indistinctly, "Let's try."

Pei Yin laughed softly and closed her eyes in acquiescence.

As Ling Qingyue kissed her, she tried to recall the stories Yue Shouming had written that she had once read.

While she was thinking, her lower lip was gently bitten. She hissed sharply and pulled back a little, looking over in puzzlement.

Pei Yin raised a hand to press her shoulder, and with a light push she pressed the person down onto the bed, then immediately leaned over and covered her, one palm braced beside Ling Qingyue's ear. She lowered her gaze to look at her, and between her brows there seemed to be dissatisfaction. "What are you thinking about at a time like this?"

She could feel it. Ling Qingyue's mind had wandered just now.

"I...you..." Ling Qingyue's face instantly burned. She stammered twice and then fell silent, her eyes refusing to look upward either.

Pei Yin pressed her lips together in a smile and reached out to touch her earlobe. As expected, it was scalding hot, warm and soft and very pleasant to the touch.

"You don't know how?"

Ling Qingyue glanced at her quickly and said stubbornly, "I do know how. I've read about it."

"Read about it?" Pei Yin bent down to kiss her cheek, then followed the line upward to kiss her ear, pecking delicate kisses along the auricle. "So just now you were thinking about the things you read?"

Ling Qingyue turned her head aside, her breathing quickening involuntarily. She placed both hands on the woman's shoulders and clutched her collar to endure the unbearable tingling itch spreading from her ear.

The inner garment was thin to begin with, and with her tugging like this, the sash at the side of her waist soon loosened and the collar gaped wider. Ling Qingyue glanced down at it, her face flushing a thorough red. She could not help thinking that Pei Yin was beautiful in face, and even her body was delicately alluring.

Once her ear had been kissed enough, the wet, warm kisses returned to her lips. Only when their bodies pressed together did Ling Qingyue suddenly realize that her sash had somehow come undone as well, hanging loose and slack on either side.

"Mm...you!" Ling Qingyue gasped out. "When did you undo my clothes?"

Pei Yin blinked. "While you were staring at me."

Their eyes met. Ling Qingyue was the first who could not bear the way Pei Yin looked at her at such a moment. She reached out and pulled the person down, kissing her together once more.

Pei Yin supported herself with one hand while the other stroked Ling Qingyue's cheek, touching the scalding face and ear, then following the neck down to the straight, flat collarbone...

With a light press of her fingertip, Ling Qingyue suddenly arched her upper body, as though burrowing into Pei Yin's embrace of her own accord, and an ambiguous, low moan spilled from her throat.

Kneading and soothing gently, Pei Yin saw a flush of damp scarlet gathering at the corners of Ling Qingyue's eyes, her lashes wet and glistening.

She leaned over to kiss her eyes. Pei Yin's movements were very light. She said quietly, "Tell me if it's uncomfortable."

Ling Qingyue nodded without making a sound and lifted one arm to cover the upper half of her face.

Then she felt her bent knee being grasped, and then her leg was moved aside. The moment another person's cool skin pressed against her, Ling Qingyue trembled uncontrollably. She bit her lip to suppress the unbearable sound.

The disheveled inner garments and trousers were both pushed to the foot of the bed. Hot, damp bodies pressed together. For the first time, Ling Qingyue realized her own heartbeat could sound this loud, her panting could be this chaotic.

The pleasure of this method came nowhere near as fast as Spiritual Communion, yet it made one sink and drown beyond one's control, handing one's body entirely over to another's command and mastery. That in itself was a process of baring the heart.

"Pei Yin..." Ling Qingyue could not help calling out. Even she found the sound of her own voice at this moment mortifying. It was a little hoarse, and held a hint of an unutterable tearful note.

"Uncomfortable?"

A soft kiss landed at the corner of her lips.

Ling Qingyue shook her head. She moved her arm aside a little and half-opened her eyes.

Only then did Pei Yin see her appearance. Her lashes were hung with teardrops, her eyes hazy and blurred.

"Good girl."

Pei Yin kissed her once. The movement of her hand did not stop. Only after confirming it truly would not hurt Ling Qingyue did she carefully probe in a single finger joint.

Ling Qingyue lifted her head and leaned over to kiss Pei Yin, clumsy kisses without any order. The corner of her lips, the tip of her nose, her eyes, her cheeks, she kissed them all over. Finally she hugged the person tightly, burying her face in the woman's neck and letting out a muffled groan she could not suppress. It was not discomfort, but a satisfied sigh as an emptiness was suddenly filled.

Pei Yin did not move further, waiting for her to slowly adjust. She turned her head and gently kissed the damp hair at Ling Qingyue's temple.

After a long moment, Pei Yin felt a light rub against the side of her waist. A wordless urging.

She laughed softly and began to move.

Ling Qingyue's face flushed with shame. Her calves rested over the woman's waist, feeling the temperature and slick wetness of skin pressed to skin. She could not help rubbing back and forth, and after three or four rubs she stopped moving. The inner pleasure piled deeper and deeper, faster and faster, gradually eroding her reason and clarity. She began to call Pei Yin's name in a daze, meanwhile licking at the woman's neck and collarbone like a kitten lapping water.

Her waist trembled fiercely. Ling Qingyue began to sob and hum without stopping. She clutched Pei Yin's back, unable to stand the sounds she herself was making, and so she ducked her head and bit Pei Yin's shoulder. Yet she could not bear to bite too hard. In the end she lifted her head and sought Pei Yin's lips, pressing up and kissing fiercely. Whatever force Pei Yin gave, she returned it just as hard.

Their panting intertwined, equally shattered.

A flash of white light suddenly flared before her eyes. Ling Qingyue felt a sensation as though her soul had been drawn out of her body, floating and drifting among the clouds. Before she could react, a hand ruthlessly pulled her back down. That hand was now pressed against her abdomen, soothing her gently. From fingertips to palm, it was slick with sweat.

Her vision gradually cleared. Ling Qingyue saw Pei Yin looking down at her, fine shards of light held in the depths of her eyes, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips.

Her nose was still dotted with fine beads of sweat, and her breathing was not steady either.

Immediately afterward, her sight went dark. Ling Qingyue was kissed softly. Light, pecking kisses lingered at the corner of her lips. Very comfortable.

Ling Qingyue closed her eyes and touched the hand Pei Yin had placed on her body. Her fingertip grazed viscous, slippery fluid.

Her face burned and she could not help asking in a low voice, "How, how are you so good at this?"

Even though she had read quite a lot of what Yue Shouming had written, when it came to actually doing it, she didn't know whether what she had read was correct or not. After all...Yue Shouming hadn't had anyone to practice with her back then, right? But what was going on with Pei Yin? She did it with such ease. She didn't seem like the type who would read that kind of book either.

Ling Qingyue saw Pei Yin's lips press together, seeming a little embarrassed, and this made her very curious.

She did not suspect that Pei Yin had been with someone else. That expression she was showing meant she had probably been secretly up to something.

"I..." Pei Yin lowered her head and kissed her, then continued haltingly, "I dreamed about it. With you."

Ling Qingyue's eyes immediately widened.

Dreamed, dreamed about it? Pei Yin actually had erotic dreams!

Before she could open her mouth to ask, Pei Yin pulled her up, then embraced her from behind, one arm crossing her abdomen.

The sudden stimulation made Ling Qingyue instinctively shiver, and her body shrank backward, as though she were willingly nestling into the embrace.

Realizing she still wanted to continue, Ling Qingyue hurriedly said, "W-wait, wait a moment, I still have something to say."

Pei Yin kissed the back of her shoulder. "Just say it like this. It doesn't get in the way."

Ling Qingyue drew a sharp breath and leaned back against her. She did not dare look down and could only lift her neck, but in this position her voice could not be held in at all.

Before, she had thought Pei Yin's hands were good-looking and nimble. She had not imagined they would be this useful when handling her as well.

Fingers brushed to her lips, and Ling Qingyue opened her mouth to gently bite the fingertips, then slowly swallowed one finger joint in, her tongue licking once.

She heard the person behind her draw a sharp breath, and immediately afterward her tongue was pressed down, neither too lightly nor too hard.

Both hands fell into a similar predicament at the same time. Pei Yin rested her chin on Ling Qingyue's shoulder and murmured, "So hot."

Ling Qingyue's tongue paused in its licking of her finger. After realizing what she meant, she spat out a mouthful of fluid. Then she heard a certain someone laugh.

"Pei Yin!" Ling Qingyue called her name in anger, but what came out was delicate and soft, without any force at all. It sounded more like coquettish whimpering.

She instantly shut her mouth and twisted her head around to bite the person.

Pei Yin kissed her cheek and coaxed softly, "I won't say it anymore."

Ling Qingyue was soothed. When Pei Yin kissed her again, she melted into the sticky, clinging kiss.

By the third time, Ling Qingyue had little strength left. She lay on the bed, unbearably drowsy. In a daze, she felt her ankle being grasped and lifted, and then light kisses brushed over her calf and knee like feathers.

She half-opened her eyes and propped her upper body up to look. That one look thoroughly woke her up.

Though she had seen this in the stories Yue Shouming wrote, she had never imagined Pei Yin would do it to her.

"No, you don't have to..."

Pei Yin kissed her way up while raising her eyes to look at her, her pale irises brimming with deep affection.

The hot, searing breath traveled upward. Ling Qingyue lay back down, swallowed hard, and felt a little thirsty.

An experience utterly different from the previous two times. Wet, soft, and the intermittent sucking each time made her arch her waist and try to escape. But a pair of hands firmly pressed down on her waist, making her endure all of it completely.

When Pei Yin came up with a wet chin, Ling Qingyue's face was so red with shame that she did not dare look at her.

Afterward, sore-waisted and weak-legged, Ling Qingyue let Pei Yin hold her and clean her up, and watched her tidy the bed.

The two of them, completely unclothed, held each other and sank into deep sleep. Neither mentioned the matter of dual cultivating through this method.

It was not until the sun was already three poles high above the eaves that Ling Qingyue finally moved her heavy eyelids. As her consciousness slowly cleared, she registered the smooth softness of the body pressed against hers.

The events of the previous night replayed in her mind. Ling Qingyue's ears grew hot and she buried her head further.

Pei Yin sensed her stirring and reached out to rub her head. "Awake?"

Ling Qingyue's voice was muffled. "No."

She hid herself for a while, then asked, "What time is it?"

Pei Yin replied, "Noon has been past for some time now."

Ling Qingyue stiffened, then suddenly sat up. "Noon?"

Pei Yin saw her reach out and summon her ritual robe to put on, and asked curiously, "Do you have something to do today?"

Ling Qingyue finished dressing, then turned her head to look. Pei Yin had also tidied herself. Dressed in an elegant plain white robe, cold and noble, her waist-length hair bound up with only a peach-wood hairpin, her whole bearing was unapproachable. Where was half the fervor of the person who had entangled with her the night before?

After letting her gaze circle around Pei Yin's figure, Ling Qingyue finally remembered to answer her question. "I promised Xue Zizai that I would teach her the mental formula and sword move today."

Pei Yin nodded and said calmly, "She only just got up as well."

She had been watching Ling Qingyue the whole time after waking, and not long ago she had sensed movement in the courtyard. When she released her Divine Sense, she discovered it was Xue Zizai.

Ling Qingyue blinked, then understood. "I had Pei Xi eat her dreams."

No wonder Xue Zizai had woken up so late today. According to Lin Zhao, for the past half month, Xue Zizai had forced herself to sleep only a single two-hour period each day.

When the two of them went out, they saw Xue Zizai squatting by the pond, feeding the red carp.

Ling Qingyue walked over, deliberately making her footsteps audible.

Xue Zizai turned her head back, saw her, and put the fish food back into the dish. She bowed respectfully. "Master."

Seeing Xue Zizai's gaze land on Pei Yin, Ling Qingyue only then remembered that Xue Zizai had never seen this version of Pei Si before.

"She is Pei Si," Ling Qingyue explained for her.

Xue Zizai paused for a moment, then reacted very quickly. She bowed to Pei Yin as well. "Master's Wife."

Ling Qingyue choked and coughed sharply. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Pei Yin raise an eyebrow at her in surprise.

"Today I will first teach you the mental formula."

Xue Zizai's eyes lit up. Although she was stirred with emotion, the urgency from the day before was already gone.

The mental formula Ling Qingyue wanted to teach her had sixteen verses in total. Given Xue Zizai's current condition, Ling Qingyue only taught her the first four verses.

Pei Yin was right there beside them while she taught the formula, and naturally heard what Ling Qingyue was teaching Xue Zizai. It was the mental formula she herself cultivated, a formula that assisted in self-cultivation and nourishing the spirit. Ling Qingyue was helping Xue Zizai with great care.

Pei Yin watched Ling Qingyue teach Xue Zizai how to comprehend and understand it, and in a daze she saw once more how Ling Qingyue used to help her fellow junior disciples resolve problems in their cultivation. She was never stingy with others.

After instructing Xue Zizai, it was already past noon. Pei Yin received a message from Chu Qianshan and had to go to the east courtyard for a while.

Ling Qingyue thought it over and went with her.

The two of them walked shoulder to shoulder into the east courtyard and saw Chu Qianshan sitting in the yard with a sour face.

Pei Yin turned a blind eye to her expression. Even her bow was perfunctory. "Master."

Ling Qingyue watched, heart pounding with trepidation. She bowed and smiled. "Senior."

Chu Qianshan first raised her eyes to look at Pei Yin. Her anger had nowhere to go, and she was just about to hurl out the unpleasant words she had prepared all night when she caught sight of Ling Qingyue's smiling face out of the corner of her eye, and her temper shifted over instead.

She looked at Ling Qingyue, and her gaze was instantly drawn to an ambiguous mark at the collar of Ling Qingyue's robe.

"..."

She had only said those things last night, and today this person had shown up before her, grinning merrily with a kiss mark on her neck.

What did that mean? Provocation?

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