TAISS – Chapter 27

Today was the first day Master went to work.

Yan Su stood before the dressing mirror at home, stroking her own neck.

Last night, she had worn a collar to find her master.

Seducing her, begging for her pity, begging for her to descend upon her.

Using despicable methods, not hesitating to tear apart all her self-respect.

Later, Master had gripped her collar, and desire became a shackle, a leash.

Yan Su dared not say how deep a resonance she felt in that moment. The tremor from her soul made her excited even if Lin Jianheng didn’t touch her.

Yan Su slowly exhaled, pitying herself in the mirror, and mimicked Lin Jianheng by grabbing her own neck.

Afterwards, Lin Jianheng had ripped off her collar. Their bed was too big, and the morning had been rushed, so Yan Su didn’t have time to take it.

Fortunately, Lin Jianheng hadn’t noticed.

Or perhaps she didn’t care.

Yan Su squeezed her neck, realizing it wasn’t thick.

She couldn’t help but wonder how such a slender part could support a head, how it could serve as the bridge of life.

Perhaps Master thought the same, which was why she had squeezed it without hesitation.

As if it could be easily snapped.

Yan Su tried to apply force. A sense of suffocation rushed from her head to her toes, making her entire body go numb.

It was like falling into the deep sea, drifting in the cold silence, deprived of oxygen, suffocating, and finally closing her eyes.

Yan Su released her grip, watching her throat tremble with each breath as the blood vessels slowly bulged.

She really wanted… to be held captive by Lin Jianheng like that.

In that instant when Lin Jianheng had subconsciously grabbed her, had she also thought of this?

She hoped their expectations were the same.

This was the only area where she wanted to be Lin Jianheng’s equal. In all other aspects, she was content to be Lin Jianheng’s pet.

She could be carried around by the scruff of her neck by Lin Jianheng, could be casually slapped anywhere by Lin Jianheng.

Lin Jianheng was her master; she could do whatever she wanted.

And she was just a little cat in heat, unable to control herself, who would only arch her back and cry out when the time came.

Master, her master… would she mercilessly swat her wagging tail until it hurt, just like she would a kitten?

Yan Su pressed on her throat, which had been branded, and her throat made a swallowing motion.

It was as if she were sucking Lin Jianheng’s fingers, and also a form of seduction.

Beside it were the red marks Yan Su had made herself, the imprints of five fingers, incredibly conspicuous.

Master, Master…

Yan Su missed Lin Jianheng so much.

She longed for Lin Jianheng’s hands.

The hands that controlled her pulse and restricted her breathing.

Yan Su dared not say it, but the first thing she fell in love with was Lin Jianheng’s hands.

They were the hands of an artist, long and elegant.

They had the color and texture of white jade, with clear knuckles and distinct veins.

As if they were born to hold power.

Yan Su wanted to dance in Lin Jianheng’s palm, to kiss Lin Jianheng’s fingertips.

She wanted to be thoroughly undone by these hands, no matter which mouth they chose.

Yan Su looked at her own hands.

Although they were also very beautiful, and Lin Jianheng had praised them many times and even fallen asleep holding them.

Yan Su still felt they were far inferior.

She had sharp nails, scars, and a few calluses that hadn’t been removed.

But Lin Jianheng’s hands were incredibly clean, delicate, and tender.

Ah, they were meant to merge with her most tender places, forever and ever.

Yan Su slowly slipped out of her new loungewear.

This time she had changed into a version with buttons, thinking that one night Lin Jianheng might rip off these pitiful buttons, and then rip her apart.

Treating her like a rag doll, with no need for mercy.

Just rip her apart. Take everything from her.

But fantasies were ultimately just fantasies.

Even last night, the way Lin Jianheng had acted was very restrained and gentle.

There was no greed in it, as if she were completely just satisfying Yan Su.

That was true. Yan Su was the naughtiest, most debased little cat, unable to control herself, who had to trouble her master.

And her master was simply indifferent, emotionally stable, and after satisfying her little pet’s request, would wipe her hands and leave.

Without a trace of lingering affection.

After all, she was just a pet. How could she be worthy?

It wasn’t until they talked later, and Yan Su expressed the possibility of betrayal, that Lin Jianheng finally got angry and grabbed her.

Yan Su looked at her already healed body and sighed again.

For the first time, she regretted being a succubus with powerful self-healing abilities.

Not a single trace of Lin Jianheng was left.

Even the red marks she had just made, imitating her master’s love, had already faded.

Yan Su thought she should leave some marks belonging to Lin Jianheng on her body.

So she walked out of her room just like that, taking nothing with her.

Feeling her primal wildness, feeling the beastly desire hidden deep within her.

Lin Jianheng’s beastly desire was to pounce on her.

Her beastly desire was to be completely devoured by a superior.

They were a perfect pair.

Master and pet.

Not perfect lovers. Yan Su knew this better than anyone.

Yan Su searched and searched, finally finding a marker pen.

This product from the single-planet era had become a rare luxury item in this day and age.

The wild ghost who had seized her master’s body had managed to find one with great difficulty, intending to draw on Yan Su with it in the future to humiliate her.

Thankfully, that person had already been eliminated by her master.

Yan Su couldn’t help but wag her tail, which was already the red of arousal.

When no one else was around, Yan Su was very indulgent with herself.

Yes, she was a succubus, and succubi were a race that indulged in passion.

With her master not at home, she could be a little more unrestrained.

She only let out her reddened wings and ears.

Yan Su returned to her room with the marker pen and faced her dressing mirror again.

She had never found this dressing mirror so appealing before.

Even after Lin Jianheng arrived, Yan Su had never looked at it closely.

But recently, she frequently stood before it, exposing herself completely.

Yan Su opened the marker pen.

It was a washable marker. A pity, but also safe.

She just wanted to play a little by herself in secret and wash it off before her master got home from work.

Facing the mirror, she first found her tattoo.

Beside it, she wrote the three characters for Lin Jianheng.

Yan Su’s writing wasn’t very smooth; she wasn’t entirely sure if “Lin Jianheng” was written with these exact three characters.

In any case, after finishing, seeing her master’s name on her skin, Yan Su felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Yan Su then tried adding a heart next to Lin Jianheng’s name.

The marker was pink.

The color was very light, yet it firmly captured Yan Su’s gaze, setting it apart from her own red and black tattoo.

After drawing the heart, Yan Su twitched her tail, pressing her red tail against her master’s name and rubbing it back and forth.

I like her so much, I like Lin Jianheng so much.

Yan Su wanted to write her master’s name all over herself, to let Lin Jianheng surround her, envelop her.

Like being devoured by Lin Jianheng.

Yan Su began.

First was her collarbone, a place her master had visited last night.

She wrote the three characters for Lin Jianheng.

Then her shoulder, the most conspicuous spot, which should also bear her master’s name.

Finally, Yan Su looked at her own neck.

Her throat had already been pressed against the name Jian Heng.

Yan Su made it tangible, a temporary eternity, and wrote the two characters for Jian Heng.

Her master’s name was also beautiful.

Now, scattered all over her, it made her look beautiful too.

“Master…” Yan Su caressed Lin Jianheng’s name tenderly, unable to stop herself from speaking.

“Master, my master, Master Jian Heng…” she whimpered, turning her string of unattainable longings into a blizzard.

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Yan Su sat on the floor, her eyes filled with confusion.

Without Lin Jianheng and her hands, everything became incredibly difficult for Yan Su on her own.

She lacked that tremor that tensed her nerves, that tension of being ready to offer her life at any moment, of having her breath taken away.

Yan Su had a hard time finding release on her own, and it ultimately felt unsatisfying.

“Master, bad master, why can’t you stay home with me?” Poor little cat, lonely little cat.

She was about to develop separation anxiety, constantly searching for her master’s scent and figure.

But Yan Su still had her reason. She knew when Lin Jianheng got off work, when she would come home.

She could only whimper, stroking her own hair and back as a form of self-comfort.

Yan Su sobbed quietly for a while, then suddenly remembered what she had stolen from Lin Jianheng this morning…

Underwear.

Yan Su froze for a second, then, as if granted amnesty, quickly pulled it out.

There was nothing on it anymore; it was completely dry.

Yet Yan Su felt as if she could smell Lin Jianheng’s pheromones.

The presence of orange blossom was strong. It was clearly a sweet fruit blossom, yet it could tug at her scalp strand by strand, making her remember it deeply.

Further on, there was a faint hint of sandalwood, fleeting. What remained was the scent of caramel-coated walnuts.

I want to take a bite.

Yan Su lay on the floor, hugging the piece of clothing.

She stared at the ceiling, imagining Lin Jianheng as a dessert.

Although it was very irreverent.

How could a little pet dare to imagine her master as a dessert?

Still, Yan Su took a bite in her imagination, tears falling to the floor.

I miss her so much…

Yan Su didn’t dare let herself seem too perverted, yet she was truly captivated by this feeling.

She quietly reached out her hand, indulging herself after countless self-warnings.

She held it, her hand hovering, making contact, then stopping before truly touching.

No, I can’t do this.

This is true insubordination. I can’t…

The little cat nuzzled against her master’s clothing for a long time before finally stopping.

Her reason returned, but the feeling in her body wouldn’t fade.

With her nerves stretched taut, Yan Su abandoned everything, including herself.

She loosely put on the clothes scattered on the floor, randomly covering the parts that needed to be covered.

Some of the “Lin Jianheng”s were still showing, but Yan Su didn’t care. She tiptoed out of her room.

Yan Su lived in the secondary bedroom, opposite Lin Jianheng’s master bedroom, with a study in between.

To the left of Yan Su’s room was the storage room where she had once stayed. It was still sealed, and Lin Jianheng hadn’t opened it once since returning.

The whole home was just this big. A young lady like Jian Heng lived in an ordinary single-story apartment.

But she heard that her master had also bought the apartment next door. They might renovate later, so their rooms would get bigger, right?

She hoped she could get a cage, installed in the master bedroom.

Yan Su tried to let her mind wander, wanting to suppress the excessive feelings.

She still failed. She had already walked uncontrollably to the door of Lin Jianheng’s room.

Yan Su took a deep breath.

With one foot already inside, she had no way of turning back.

Yan Su pushed open the door, barging into her room for the second time in two days without Lin Jianheng’s invitation.

Both times were for the same thing, born from different moods, but the same desire.

Yan Su was still clutching that piece of clothing in her hand.

She held her breath, completely immersing herself in Lin Jianheng’s room.

Then she let go, and a great wave of Lin Jianheng’s pheromones dissolved her, slowly turning her into a part of the pheromones themselves.

Yan Su’s eyes reddened, and her pupils took on a docile pink hue.

This was where Lin Jianheng lived.

Normally, Yan Su wouldn’t notice such strong pheromones, but right now, she was a succubus in full arousal.

Not even the tiniest scent molecules could escape her senses.

Yan Su entered Lin Jianheng’s ocean.

She cautiously took a step, then leaped onto Lin Jianheng’s bed.

Anyway… before my master comes home, I’ll have a new duvet cover ready.

It’s okay to indulge myself a little now, right?

Yan Su buried her face in the duvet.

She inhaled deeply, swallowing the sweet scent of orange blossom completely into her nasal cavity.

She exhaled reluctantly, trying her best not to let go of the pheromones she had just inhaled.

Even if an Alpha’s pheromones were sweet, they also carried a faint spiciness that was very stimulating.

Lin Jianheng was a high-grade Alpha; her pheromones should have been even spicier.

Perhaps because she was a gentle and ladylike person, Yan Su had only felt heat and sweetness during the marking process.

Breathing it in now, she could barely taste the sting of chili peppers.

I like it so much…

I like the pain, too.

Yan Su held her breath to the limit before tilting her head up, the hearts in her eyes having turned completely red.

This was the first time she had ever indulged herself like this, getting so close to the person she liked.

To be precise, her master’s daily necessities.

Yan Su had never thought she would also love everything associated with her, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped by her master’s things.

She lay down, pulling the duvet close and wrapping it tightly around herself.

Like being showered with snow outdoors in winter.

Except it was warm.

“I like you so much, Master.” Yan Su narrowed her eyes, looking just like a naughty kitten spoiled rotten by its master, coming to nuzzle and play on its master’s bedsheets.

Her tail was even hitting Lin Jianheng’s duvet.

After burying herself for a while, Yan Su slowly heated herself up to the state of a rare steak.

Then she tossed aside Lin Jianheng’s duvet—the residual pheromones had all been devoured by Yan Su.

Yan Su found the collar lying in a corner.

The time she had spent wearing it these past few days was more than the entire previous month combined.

Some of the edges were already worn, making it even more uncomfortable to wear.

But Yan Su couldn’t care less. She bit down on it as if she had seen a delicacy.

She licked the two engraved characters for Jian Heng, not caring if it was dirty or not.

Then she pushed aside her hair, deliberately finding the swollen gland on the back of her neck.

Her gland was already full of Omega pheromones, becoming somewhat transparent, its color similar to her tail’s.

There was no Alpha to help her, and she didn’t want to soothe it herself.

Just like that, she roughly fastened the collar.

The suppressed pain made Yan Su tremble. She fell back, hugging herself as she shivered.

This was a necessary sacrifice. Yan Su stiffened, waiting for the cold of the metal and the roughness of the leather to become familiar.

She wanted her master’s brand.

She wanted Lin Jianheng to be able to grab it, and thus, grab her.

Heaven knew how delighted Yan Su had been last night when Lin Jianheng had gripped her collar.

Now, she could only hold herself, relying on this bit of restraint to calm herself amidst her constant trembling.

Huu…

Yan Su finally got used to it and hugged Lin Jianheng’s pillow.

She had lain on this pillow too. Yan Su pressed against it and rubbed gently, like a kitten wanting to mark its territory, leaving her scent behind.

“Master, Master… will you forgive me?” Yan Su finally couldn’t hold back her tears.

She was disheveled, her body covered in pink ink from the marker.

Even more wretched was her gland. It could no longer hold back the fresh scent of peach blossoms and the cloying sweetness of honey pears.

It mingled with the residual Alpha pheromones, whimpering and whining.

Yan Su placed Lin Jianheng’s underwear beside her, stimulating her senses to the greatest extent.

She wanted to try again by herself.

It was at this moment that her spiritual power fluctuated.

Lin Jianheng suddenly connected to Yan Su’s spiritual power, barging into her spiritual space without warning.

“Ma-Master?!” Yan Su was so startled she almost jumped up.

But Lin Jianheng seized her opening and sent her spiritual power to descend right beside her.

She saw everything she was doing.

And everything about her.

“…Little cat?” Lin Jianheng’s voice hitched, filled with utter disbelief.

“Master, Ma-Master, I, I, I was just…” Yan Su’s brain shut down.

The red on her body quickly faded, and her wings and ears retracted.

But even so, she couldn’t stop this connection or rashly disconnect it—her master was on the other side. She could only obediently accept the connection.

Yan Su couldn’t find the words to explain.

Lin Jianheng’s spiritual power was so formidable; she must have seen the scene clearly.

One look at her state should have been enough to know what she had just done and what she was planning to do.

Yan Su was truly like a naughty kitten caught in the act by its master, frozen in place, unable to move, like a rabbit playing dead.

Her sea-blue eyes swirled with embarrassed tears.

But Lin Jianheng was not an ordinary citizen of the Empire.

She completely failed to understand what Yan Su was doing.

She just saw that her Sister Yan was probably hot, flushed red all over, and had unbuttoned her clothes.

She was hugging her pillow, with her… thing… placed beside her, and her duvet clamped between her legs.

There was also a messy puddle on the duvet, looking like sweat.

Was it that hot at home? Lin Jianheng raised an eyebrow, thinking.

Could it be that Sister Yan was taking a nap?

She came to find me on short notice last night and didn’t sleep well, so she was resting before and didn’t contact me.

Lin Jianheng’s thoughts spun for a moment, and she managed to convince herself.

“Sleeping?” Lin Jianheng asked, her blinking still a bit dazed.

“Ah… yes.” Her master had actually given her an out.

Her master was so good that Yan Su felt like crying.

For more reasons than one.

Yan Su subtly curled the bedsheet under her feet, her neck turning the pink of a peach, her eyes still brimming with slow tears.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think and just came to find you directly. I didn’t disturb you, did I?” Disturbing my sister’s nap, I’m really bad.

Lin Jianheng no longer dwelled on why Yan Su needed her… thing… for a nap.

Maybe she wanted to clean it for me after she woke up?

So Yan Su lying in my room must also be because it was more convenient, to save a trip.

Lin Jianheng convinced herself once again.

“You… you can hit me…” Yan Su was about to cry.

It was already unpleasant to be interrupted in the middle of the process.

Not to mention being caught by her master.

Yan Su would rather Lin Jianheng give her a punishment now than ask her so gently.

She wasn’t worthy. She was a dirty little cat who should be mercilessly dragged off to be cleaned by her master.

“Huh?” Lin Jianheng was dumbfounded by Yan Su’s words again.

Was this really not some kind of test?

Why would I hit my little cat sister?

“I-I mean, it’s no problem that you disturbed me…” Realizing Lin Jianheng truly meant nothing else by it, Yan Su hurriedly tried to salvage the situation.

“I’m sorry, Master. I’m a little… not fully awake.” Thankfully, the excuse Lin Jianheng had found for her was that she was napping.

Yan Su held back her tears and apologized to Lin Jianheng.

Lin Jianheng quickly sent out her spiritual power to soothe her.

“It’s not your fault, Sister. I forgot to ask you first.” Communicating without a phone was really inconvenient.

But the last time she casually bought one, it could be monitored by a surveillance app. Lin Jianheng didn’t really trust phones from outside.

Or maybe I could give my own to Yan Su? I have an optical computer anyway.

Lin Jianheng was thinking about very serious matters.

Yan Su’s mind was full of messy things.

If this spiritual power were a leather whip…

Yan Su didn’t dare to imagine what would become of her.

Perhaps I would completely ruin this set of my master’s bedsheets.

Yan Su glanced down and inadvertently saw the mess she had made, feeling only embarrassment.

Lin Jianheng’s spiritual power had descended into her spiritual space, able to see roughly five meters around her.

“Is it hot at home?” And Lin Jianheng, following Yan Su’s attention, saw that puddle again.

“Ah…” Master saw it after all.

That location, that color and consistency… it’s obvious what it is, right?

Similar to Lin Jianheng’s “pheromones” from the morning.

In any case, it came from the same place.

“Hm? Sister, if you’re hot, you can adjust the temperature. I have towels in the bathroom, you can use them.” Lin Jianheng glanced outside.

The temperature hadn’t risen today; in fact, it was drizzling and a bit cold.

Was it because the temperature dropped, so the heating at home automatically turned up high, making it hot?

“N-not really…” Yan Su’s voice was too quiet.

She squeezed her voice into faint white noise, her whole face blushing crimson.

Why is she asking me so seriously what this is, if I’m hot…

Could it be that Master really doesn’t know what I was just doing, and what this stuff is?

Impossible, last night they had…

She had even cleaned up for Lin Jianheng.

“No? Then what’s wrong?” But Lin Jianheng was contacting Yan Su with spiritual power, so the volume of her voice was meaningless; she could hear everything.

Yan Su still didn’t speak, which Lin Jianheng found a bit strange.

Her sister had always been so well-behaved, never this bashful.

Looking at her tail, it doesn’t seem like she’s shy either.

Lin Jianheng’s current understanding still linked a succubus’s tail turning pink with shyness; she hadn’t considered it was arousal.

Or rather, she didn’t even have the concept of arousal.

“Tell me, Sister. You’re not really sick, are you?” Lin Jianheng remembered a voice echoing in her mind and became anxious.

Then she recalled Yan Su asking her in the dream what she would do if she was betrayed.

Her heart sank.

“Should I come back and take you to see a doctor?” Her tone was a little colder than before, making Yan Su shiver sharply.

“I just… feel a little uncomfortable.” Yan Su bit her lip and opened her eyes, which were full of shameful tears.

With a sense of giving up all pretense, she simply sent out her own spiritual power and caught Lin Jianheng’s.

Guiding her.

Two people connected could sense the effects of each other’s spiritual power.

Yan Su could perceive where Lin Jianheng’s “gaze” fell, and this feeling of being watched brought a sensation similar to being touched.

“Hm? Where? Can I help you?” Lin Jianheng focused her attention, and her spiritual power converged.

A beam that felt like a finger. Lin Jianheng followed Yan Su’s lead, and it landed on her…

The place where her own name was written.

“?” Only then did Lin Jianheng see clearly.

On Yan Su’s faintly visible skin were written, in pink letters…

Her name.

After the AI Butler was gone, the furniture had been de-AI-ified, leaving only Yan Su alone in the house.

No one could have helped. The answer was obvious.

Yan Su had written this.

“Si-Sister, you…” Even Lin Jianheng felt that writing someone else’s name on one’s own body was a bit too intimate.

“I missed Master,” Yan Su said frankly, revealing everything.

“I missed Master so, so much. I think about Master every minute.” She sat on Lin Jianheng’s bed, her long legs tilted slightly.

The curve was beautiful, the color lustrous.

As if drizzled with fruit jam, Lin Jianheng subconsciously swallowed.

“So… I found a pen, wanting my master to watch me, to envelop me.” Yan Su had even brought the marker with her.

She had almost used it as a tool.

Yan Su uncapped the marker and pressed it to the spot where Lin Jianheng’s spiritual power was resting.

The location of another tattoo.

That tattoo was very small, just two flowers, nestled against each other, intertwined, yet also parting ways, their roots broken.

“Do you want to know how I wrote it?” Yan Su leaned over.

It wasn’t easy. Her legs were too long, so she had to cross them.

Like a swan preening its feathers.

“Or, would you like to do it yourself?” If I could have Lin Jianheng’s spiritual power guide my hand to embroider this mark.

Then Yan Su would be fulfilled.

Lin Jianheng was silent, stunned.

Or perhaps her subconscious actually understood what Yan Su was doing, but she didn’t want to expose it.

It satisfied her unspeakable, imperceptible desire.

She just wanted to follow Yan Su’s lead, as if Yan Su were in control of everything.

She was the innocent victim; she had done nothing wrong.

In truth, the moment she opened her eyes, her sin was already profound.

Her spiritual power quietly reached out.

It guided Yan Su’s hand holding the pen, leaving a “Lin Jianheng” next to the tattoo.

Yan Su was glad she hadn’t written her master’s name wrong. Now she was covered in “Lin Jianheng”.

And there was even one spot left by Lin Jianheng herself.

An autograph, left on a person’s body.

Not on an album, clothing, or a photograph…

Yan Su was now frozen like a statue. Who could say she wasn’t a work of art by Lin Jianheng?

When Lin Jianheng was willing to let her bloom, she was the flower nurtured by Lin Jianheng.

The name was written.

Yan Su put the marker aside and took hold of Lin Jianheng’s spiritual power.

Catching Lin Jianheng just as she was about to flee.

“Master, my dear, good Master… we haven’t seen each other for two hours, don’t you miss me?” She couldn’t let Lin Jianheng leave just like that.

Yan Su still wanted the comfort of her spiritual power.

“…I do.” Lin Jianheng didn’t know what she was running from.

It was just that her instincts were warning her. The emotions and perceptions suppressed for years by a sexless East Asian culture made her want to escape.

Questioned by Yan Su, the process of escape came to an abrupt halt. The emotional backlash that followed felt foreign and painful to her.

She wanted to disconnect on the spot, to show her displeasure.

But looking at Yan Su’s soft expression, she lost the heart to be cruel.

“Of course I miss you. Why else would I have come looking for you, my sister?” Lin Jianheng stayed after all, her reason triumphing over her instincts.

“Then I beg you to help me.” Yan Su lowered her eyelashes, looking down.

She looked at her own velvety flower.

A pink bundle, already a bit of a mess, twisted together.

Just right, to put everything…

“Why here?” It’s so strange.

Even my best friends have never shown me…

Although I do want to touch it, but, but…

Lin Jianheng couldn’t say what was strange about it. The two instincts guiding her were at war.

Her beastly instinct told her not to hesitate, to do whatever she wanted.

The instinct born from her upbringing told her to retreat. Such a private place, perhaps even someone of the same sex shouldn’t touch it.

“Can’t I?” Yan Su tilted her head.

Her spiritual power was no weaker than Lin Jianheng’s. In the gap of Lin Jianheng’s hesitation, she easily took hold of her spiritual power.

“Aren’t we both the same? You have one too. If you want, I can serve you as well.” What was that word again? “Straight girl.”

Yan Su didn’t understand. But as long as it could convince Lin Jianheng.

Her straight-girl Master was so bad. She hadn’t hesitated at all last night, but today she was making her go to such great lengths.

Could it be that Master actually likes me seducing her like this?

She could keep doing this, as long as Master didn’t abandon her.

“Ah… right.” Lin Jianheng was convinced by Yan Su.

Right, I’m a straight girl, what am I being shy about?

My good sister is uncomfortable, it’s fine to help her rub it.

Hadn’t I also wanted Yan Su to help me wipe this morning?

“I-I’ll help you. Don’t cry.” Only then did Lin Jianheng notice the corners of Yan Su’s eyes.

They were as red as if she had applied rouge, her eyes reflecting the sunset clouds, and her hazy tears were like a spring rain.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry, Sister, I was wrong. I’ll help you right now. I-what should I do?” Lin Jianheng didn’t know how.

She also didn’t know that this already counted as…

“Just send your spiritual power over.” Yan Su leaned back, pulling Lin Jianheng.

“Like this…” She guided her.

To herself.

Teaching her master how to… her, Yan Su had never imagined such a thing.

Her tolerance for the person she liked was apparently this high.

Yan Su thought absently, just staying on the periphery.

Humming softly.

Making Lin Jianheng blush to the tips of her ears.

She increasingly failed to understand her own strangeness, yet was inevitably drawn to Yan Su.

This was the first time she had seen one, right?

So everyone’s was different.

She hadn’t even explored her own yet.

But she could feel that there were two thin wings.

But Yan Su’s was plain. Very smooth, like a peeled mango.

Perhaps if she probed with her fingertips, it would be just as slippery.

She wondered if it would also have a sweet taste. Lin Jianheng remembered Yan Su saying that that kind of secretion was pheromones.

Maybe she should imagine this as a honey pear, or a peach?

After all, they were both a bit fuzzy.

Lin Jianheng’s curiosity slowly overcame her shame.

She began to poke more wantonly.

Yan Su no longer guided her.

Her goal had been achieved. She believed Lin Jianheng would grant her this gift.

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Lin Jianheng poked for a good while, then stopped.

“Is it better now?” She had more or less finished her research and found the corresponding spot.

How magical. Such a small water peach could actually be divided into two strips.

She didn’t go deeper, feeling it would be impolite, so she stayed on the surface.

Observing Yan Su’s natural breathing.

“…It’s up to Master.” So she doesn’t want to give it to me.

Then leaving me hanging is fine too.

Master has touched me, so I should be grateful. Master is the one who controls me.

“That’s not right. Didn’t you say you were uncomfortable, Sister?” Lin Jianheng’s tone was so naive that it was almost cruel.

“To this extent, are you still uncomfortable, Sister?” It was as if she were deliberately asking Yan Su, forcing her to admit her own lewdness, forcing her to become a shameless little cat in heat.

Yan Su bit her lip, so ashamed she couldn’t form a proper expression, completely melting into a puddle of a kitten at this moment.

“Does Master really have to ask this?” She had already handed over the right to choose, the right to end it, all to Lin Jianheng.

Was she still making things difficult for her as revenge for her deliberate attempt to keep her just now?

“But, I want to make you happy.” Lin Jianheng thought that she wasn’t doing these things of her own volition.

She was more inclined to be indifferent; it was what Yan Su liked, and she was just playing with or relaxing Yan Su.

“Then you can…”

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“Ah…” Yan Su had just recovered from the feeling of fainting. Looking at herself, she shed tears of sorrow again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Master. I’m too bad, I’m a bad kitten. How could I make Master’s room dirty again…”

She clearly hadn’t recovered yet, but she still wanted to bend down and clean up.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Lin Jianheng was also a bit dizzy from over-expending her spiritual power.

So… is this also pheromones?

Lin Jianheng’s throat moved slightly, and she happened to notice she was a little thirsty.

“It’s not your fault, don’t talk about yourself like that.” Lin Jianheng stopped Yan Su, who was about to kneel and apologize.

Yan Su trembled all over, which was actually a kind of excitement.

“Really?” She turned her head, looking towards where Lin Jianheng’s spiritual power was.

“Master is the best master, so I have to be the best-behaved kitten.” Yan Su shyly wanted to get closer to Lin Jianheng.

“Then…” For some reason, Lin Jianheng had a strong urge to give an order.

To such an obedient Yan Su.

It felt like not giving an order would be a waste of her docility and softness.

“Help me clean all this up before I get off work.” They had been fooling around for a while. Lin Jianheng thought it was time for her to get back to the project proposal.

If Yan Su knew her thoughts, she would surely marvel at her heartlessness, ache from her indifference, yet be aroused by this apathy that didn’t care for her but would still play with her.

“Yes, Master. I will complete the task well.” Yan Su was still kneeling when she said this.

It felt a bit improper, a bit ambiguous.

Lin Jianheng endured her dry thirst and used her spiritual power to properly pet her little cat, poking her cheek and ruffling her hair.

She didn’t disconnect the spiritual link until Yan Su’s tail was wagging wildly from her petting.

After disconnecting, Lin Jianheng let out a breath.

The consumption was really huge.

Her S-rank spiritual power had been almost completely drained.

What we’re doing… isn’t it absurd?

Lin Jianheng didn’t dare to admit what their actions meant. She pressed her lips together, unable to stop her mind from wandering.

Yan Su wants to be marked, that’s why she was like this today…

Writing my name on her body, entering my room, dressed like that…

Lin Jianheng wanted to think more about it, but also wanted to call herself dirty-minded.

But in reality, she couldn’t really think much more.

The word “sex” did not exist in the dictionary of her life.

How would she know what was really going on?

Lin Jianheng only knew about marking.

Yan Su wants to be marked, that must be it. Lin Jianheng told herself.

Lin Jianheng let out a breath and re-entered her spiritual space.

Her curiosity was strong, and it was hard to focus if some things weren’t resolved.

Let’s just assume that’s it. Lin Jianheng left a message.

Then she cut off the last bit of her spiritual power and returned to her work, focusing on revising the proposal.

By the time Yan Su finished cleaning the clothes and the duvet, she had barely recovered a bit of spiritual power and saw Lin Jianheng’s message in her spiritual space.

【Sister, if you want to be marked, you just have to tell me.】

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