“Teacher Yan, your hand…is it okay?”
The television screen zoomed in on the woman’s slender, well-defined hands. Against the pale skin, a few red scratch marks stood out starkly, the veins beneath faintly visible.
“It’s nothing. I just forgot to trim my cat’s claws,” Yan Chi replied, her calm, unreadable gaze lowering slightly to the marks on her skin. Her voice remained indifferent—detached and cool.
The moment those words left her lips, Gu Qingtong shot up from the couch.
She bit her lip, staring daggers at the interview playing on the screen. A suspicious flush crept up her cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.
What…cat?!
As that thought raced through her mind, the host on screen asked the question that was on everyone’s mind:
“Wow! Teacher Yan, you have a cat at home? You’ve never mentioned that before!”
Any detail about Yan Chi’s private life was enough to ignite a wildfire of speculation among the public.
Of course, the late-night photos and rumors about Yan Chi and “that” woman had long been buried by Huayan’s influence—erased without a trace.
Yan Chi merely gave a faint smile and said nothing.
The interview continued playing on the television, but Gu Qingtong had already lost interest.
Back when she barely knew Yan Chi, she was probably the only person who could watch from the sidelines, unmoved, as the world praised and admired the woman like some untouchable goddess.
They had been like two parallel lines, destined never to meet.
One shone so brilliantly that even the stars seemed to pale in comparison.
The other was dull, buried in the dust—so insignificant that anyone could trample over it without a second thought.
A voice deep inside her had once urged her to feel jealousy, resentment.
Dazed, Gu Qingtong wasn’t even sure what she felt anymore.
The only thing she knew how to do was to raise her thorns—sharpening them, lashing out, protecting herself the only way she could.
No one would have ever imagined that these two parallel lines, destined never to intersect, would become so entangled that night—so knotted together that they could neither be severed nor unraveled.
But the moment Gu Qingtong woke up and saw the marks all over her body, she was convinced she had been taken advantage of.
Even though she knew she was more likely the culprit under the influence of the drug, she instinctively shifted the blame, pinning all the wrongdoing on Yan Chi. From that moment on, she feared and resented her in equal measure.
She avoided her as much as she could—until the engagement banquet. She had thought that carrying the title of a nominal fiancée would be enough to keep Yan Chi at a distance.
Who would have known that this would only enrage her? That she would so effortlessly capture her once again.
Yan Chi had disrupted the engagement banquet and, using the excuse of settling the “debt” from that night, took her once more.
That was also the first time Gu Qingtong, with full consciousness, faced Yan Chi’s overwhelming dominance.
She had never seen someone so indifferent and unfeeling—someone who seemed to regard emotions as a waste of time, leaving no room for resistance.
That kind of detached, almost sadistic amusement, as if watching from the sidelines, easily shattered the defenses Gu Qingtong had built to protect herself.
She knew very well that Yan Chi didn’t even desire her in the usual way—she merely enjoyed seeing her break, watching her cry and beg in helpless frustration.
But what could she do?
Her usual means of defense were gone. Her nails—the only “weapon” she had—were restrained every time after leaving those scratches on Yan Chi that night.
Yan Chi had seen through her cowardice from the very first day and had effortlessly exploited it.
Worse still, her hypersensitive body betrayed her faster than she could ever admit, allowing Yan Chi to control her without effort, no matter the time or place.
And that was why Gu Qingtong loathed her even more. That hatred had never faded—it had only grown.
She never passed up a single chance to make Yan Chi suffer, retaliating in every possible way—scratching, biting, kicking.
In bed, they were no lovers. They were adversaries locked in battle.
Gu Qingtong knew better than anyone what those scratches were. What cat?
Weren’t they her own masterpiece from just a few nights ago?
That night, when she was driven to madness by Yan Chi, she had bitten down on her shoulder at the peak of her pleasure.
And in that moment, she had discovered something surprising—this was the one thing that could make the untouchable Yan Chi finally lose control.
The once reserved and self-restrained woman trembled uncontrollably for the first time, a hoarse, unintelligible sound slipping from her throat.
The goddess, who had always stood high above the world, had finally fallen—dragged down into the tides of desire.
That innate dominance, untouchable and unyielding, combined with the lingering pride and disdain in her eyes, only made this “defilement” all the more intoxicating.
Though the normally emotionless, indifferent gaze was obscured by messy strands of hair, making it impossible to see clearly,
Gu Qingtong was still shaken awake from her daze by the stark contrast of ice and fire.
She was stunned for a moment, almost entranced, before gradually realizing what had made Yan Chi lose control.
Then, disbelief and exhilaration took root in her heart, growing wildly.
Ever since her entanglement with Yan Chi began, she had been caught in a vicious cycle of humiliation and helplessness, fully exposed under Yan Chi’s scrutiny, utterly at her mercy.
The resentment, the shame, even the fear of being so completely controlled had tormented her—until now.
Finally, she had found a way to fight back.
For the first time, she had discovered a weakness of Yan Chi’s in bed.
Gu Qingtong seemed to forget that Yan Chi had already mapped out every secret of her body, able to control her at will.
All she could think about now was seizing this chance to regain the upper hand.
And so, just moments after being reduced to tears, begging for mercy, the young lady suddenly found her courage,
mocking Yan Chi, who was now kneeling on the bed before her.
She didn’t notice the looming shadow cast over her, nor the tightly clenched fists—straining to suppress a slight tremor in the little finger.
“No way… That wasn’t what I think it was, right?” Gu Qingtong’s voice dripped with malice, her tone gloating.
“You seriously got off just from that one little bite? How—perverted~”
“No wonder all those tricks I tried before never worked. Besides me, no one else knows how secretly depraved the untouchable flower on the mountain really is, do they?”
“So pitiful… Poor big sis must be suffering, huh? Do you want it? If you beg me, I might consider making you come a few more times.”
As she spoke, Gu Qingtong leaned in, arrogantly tilting her chin up—the same defiant, reckless heiress she had always been.
Yan Chi had always found ways to make her cry in bed,
always forcing her to do the things she least wanted to do.
And among them—Yan Chi had made sure that whenever Gu Qingtong was on the brink, she had to call her big Sister.
No matter how unwilling she was, there was nothing she could do.
In the end, she would always break—her trembling voice choked with helpless sobs, crying out that shameful, breathless “Big Sister” over and over again.
She had never imagined that Yan Chi’s fondness for it stemmed from that night—after being drunk and drugged, Gu Qingtong had clung around her neck—her arms soft and yielding—and begged all night for the “Big Sister”.
At that moment, as Gu Qingtong once again voiced that title, her heart practically overflowed with the intent of revenge.
Yan Chi still knelt on the bed, completely silent—damp and shadowy, with not even a trace of the earlier, dazzling splendor.
Yet Gu Qingtong failed to notice that the heavier breathing elicited by her words was a dangerous portent, creeping in step by step.
After several long minutes, Yan Chi finally stirred—but paid no heed to the woman before her. First, she tilted her head, gazing at her bitten shoulder. With the clothing obscuring the view, nothing of the inner damage could be seen; only a dark patch, clearly imprinted with circular marks, was visible.
She withdrew her gaze and, unhurriedly, extended her youthful, verdant fingers to unfasten the buttons one by one—like a refined artist meticulously revealing a masterpiece.
When she reached just the right spot near her collar, she slid the garment down from her shoulder, instantly revealing the allure of her exposed skin.
That bite—delivered in a trance, solely for the sake of release—had indeed been quite forceful. Even through the fabric, a complete ring of tooth marks was evident; the wound, once pale, was now flushed with blood, making her slender shoulder all the more prominent.
Yan Chi’s fingers brushed over the mark, which still tingled with a slight, numbing sting—a sensation that even stirred a fresh, warming desire in her lower abdomen. Her fingertips trailed along the contours of the bite marks, feeling the uneven texture, almost as if they could perfectly reconstruct the delicate shape of each tiny tooth.
Gu Qingtong naturally saw the ambiguous bite mark and Yan Chi’s unreadable actions.
She also gradually sensed that something was off about Yan Chi’s aura at this moment.
However, Gu Qingtong simply interpreted this reaction as Yan Chi’s embarrassment.
A high and aloof flower losing composure—she’d surely find it even more humiliating. It was only natural that she would act abnormally if she had no face left to show.
But even as she tried to comfort herself with this reasoning, Gu Qingtong still couldn’t suppress the creeping fear that surged in her heart at Yan Chi’s inexplicably unsettling appearance.
She had always been terrified of Yan Chi—that was why she would puff up in defiance, time and time again, to cover up her cowardly nature.
So now, as if to prove that she wasn’t afraid, she had to speak again.
Yet she completely failed to notice that her confidence had already waned significantly compared to before.
“Feeling humiliated? This must be the first time you’ve looked so pathetic in front of me, right? Of course, there will be plenty more times like this, so… please, enjoy it to the fullest.”
“Sister. Sister.”
She enunciated each word crisply, her slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes burning as she stared at Yan Chi.
She looked just like a little wild cat that thought it was safe just because it had extended its claws.
But little did she know, in Yan Chi’s eyes, this so-called leverage wasn’t even enough to count as foreplay.
Hearing those words, Yan Chi’s hands finally stilled, retracting from her shoulder.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly before she lifted her gaze to meet Gu Qingtong’s.
It was the first time Gu Qingtong had dared to lock eyes with Yan Chi after witnessing her loss of composure—only to find that in those usually emotionless, unwavering eyes, a surge of unrestrained, insatiable desire was now surging.
Obscure, unfathomable, yet nearly devouring her whole.
Her lips, already torn and tinged with blood from Gu Qingtong’s earlier bite, made her look even more unhinged—without the slightest hint of tenderness.
Then, in a cold and detached voice, she issued her final warning:
“Gu Qingtong, if you say one more word, we’ll be staying in bed for an extra day.”
“You know, I always mean what I say.”
