Lin Jianheng stood frozen, looking at Yan Su’s current appearance.
She slowly realized she was looking at Yan Su through her spiritual power.
Yan Su’s phone had been completely destroyed during Lin Jianheng’s special ability outburst and was unusable.
Today, all their communication had been through the spiritual space. Lin Jianheng also found it more convenient and safer, so she hadn’t mentioned buying a new phone for now.
In other words, the real Yan Su was standing in the bathroom of her hospital room.
Standing before the full-length mirror, looking at her own body.
Yan Su was perhaps preparing to wash up, or perhaps she had just finished.
Lin Jianheng’s vision was limited; she could only see that one long mirror.
It reflected Yan Su from head to toe.
But she couldn’t see her face, so she didn’t know what Yan Su wanted to do by connecting with her like this.
But Lin Jianheng couldn’t think about anything else.
The shirt Yan Su was wearing was hers.
Their heights were similar, with Lin Jianheng being slightly taller by two centimeters.
Before they bought clothes for Yan Su, Yan Su had been wearing her hand-me-downs.
Jian Heng was, after all, a young miss from a wealthy family. She didn’t lack new clothes, and the ones she gave Yan Su were all clean and new.
Only for pajamas and undergarments, Lin Jianheng couldn’t find any new ones, so she temporarily gave her own to Yan Su.
This shirt, Lin Jianheng had worn it just two days ago.
She didn’t even know when Yan Su had taken her clothes, what she might have done to her shirt, or why she was specifically showing her this scene.
Yan Su didn’t move. It was as if one more breath would cause the shirt to burst open completely.
But it made it convenient for Lin Jianheng to scrutinize her body, carefully and in detail.
Lin Jianheng had actually seen it many times before.
Inadvertently, always initiated by Yan Su.
Like the first time they met, when Yan Su’s tattered clothes slipped off casually, revealing her charms.
Like last night before the marking, Yan Su’s straightforward nudity was an unformed temptation that didn’t reach Lin Jianheng’s heart.
But never like this.
So clear, so… deliberate.
Yan Su was wearing clothes.
Just a shirt, and one that Lin Jianheng had worn, carrying Lin Jianheng’s scent, perhaps even her warmth.
She wasn’t deliberately posing, just standing there straight.
Yet it made it impossible for Lin Jianheng to look away.
She stared at the popped button.
The inch-wide gap was a rift valley in the white cloth.
The flowing magma was the apricot color of her skin.
Faintly, a graceful curve could be seen.
It was a jelly donut, the empty center wrapped around a small bun, with a single red bean stuck to the surface.
Even the tattoo on Yan Su’s waist was faintly visible, accentuating her curves.
It captured her gaze, forcing her to stare at that floral pattern.
And so, memories flooded back, frantically filling in the covered parts.
Like an uncontrollable coloring game, with one touch of the brush, the color spread out.
Lin Jianheng stared intently, her spiritual power more focused than ever. Without her realizing it, her memory automatically filled in the blanks.
It was as if she could see what Yan Su looked like without the white shirt.
It was as if she saw the lovely V-line, a groove worth touching, licking.
Even downstairs…
Lin Jianheng thought she was truly impressive, to have imagined a tropical rainforest.
The tips of her ears slowly grew hot. Her spiritual power wavered for a moment, and only then did she realize.
It wasn’t some kind of imagination.
Lin Jianheng saw a magnificent world of flowers.
The light red fluff was like some kind of small pink flower.
Baby’s breath or daisies, soft and small flowers. Lin Jianheng didn’t know fluff could be pink; it was different from her hair color, but it was the same as the heart on her tail.
Further on was a scene one would only see in a textbook.
After two minutes of staring intently.
Lin Jianheng suddenly broke the connection, pulling back abruptly.
Her heart was pounding at its maximum speed.
Thanks to her upbringing in her previous life, Lin Jianheng was ashamed of such curiosity and had no desire to explore; such concepts simply didn’t exist in her vocabulary.
As for the “same nature” part, she had never viewed it with a biased lens.
It was probably similar to going to a bathhouse in the Northeast and getting scrubbed down by the aunties.
This was her first time.
So clearly, so detailedly.
Observing one of her own kind.
It was like looking in a mirror.
She could gently stroke her own…
And in reverse… it was also possible, as if she were stroking Yan Su’s.
Lin Jianheng looked down at herself.
After transmigrating, or rather, returning.
She hadn’t taken a close look at herself yet.
What did she look like? Was she as alluring as Yan Su… or not as graceful?
Lin Jianheng’s ears turned red.
How could she think of Succubus Sister like that?
Alluring and all that, it’s not like she was a lesbian…
Ai, but it’s only natural to enjoy looking at pretty older sisters!
Lin Jianheng tried hard to convince herself and sank into her memories.
Flowing lines like water, both resilient and soft, like mountains and peaks.
As expected, succubi all have great figures.
Lin Jianheng closed her eyes and followed her memory, as if looking at Yan Su’s body all over again.
“You can go back to your room now, Xiao Heng.” Just then, Lu Yuanchen sent the re-examination results to Lin Jianheng’s optical computer, interrupting her feverish thoughts.
“Ah? Oh, oh, thank you, Sister-in-law. I’ll be going then…” Lin Jianheng practically stumbled out of the examination room.
Lu Yuanchen thought for an extra second. She recalled that the examination had just shown there was nothing wrong with Lin Jianheng’s sense of balance.
Why was she running as if she’d seen a ghost?
Lin Jianheng returned to her own hospital room and also ducked into the bathroom.
She was still wondering why Yan Su had shown her that scene.
They had parted on a slightly unpleasant note. Yan Su was clearly unhappy, as cold as a block of ice.
Just half an hour later, she had gone for an examination.
Could it be that Yan Su missed her?
Lin Jianheng stood before the full-length mirror, mimicking Yan Su’s earlier stance.
Then she threw off her clothes.
Two seconds later, Lin Jianheng was squatting on the floor, bawling her eyes out.
She couldn’t possibly dream of comparing herself to Sister Yan Su.
Damn it, why didn’t she have these breasts, these legs?
Sister Yan Su’s proportions were so perfect, she was beautiful to the point of not seeming human.
On second thought, she was a succubus to begin with; this was how she made a living.
Lin Jianheng touched her own unremarkable front, then her ordinary back.
Not as soft as Sister Yan Su. Lin Jianheng’s memory of that touch was still fresh. In her two lifetimes combined, she had never touched anything so soft and lovely. If the situation hadn’t been so serious at the time, she would have definitely squeezed it a few more times. At worst, she could let Sister Yan Su squeeze hers in return, to make it even.
Look on the bright side, at least it was better than her previous life where she had nothing.
At least in this life, she had a pretty face and good height, and her figure was decent too.
It was just that she couldn’t compare to Succubus Sister at all.
Lin Jianheng composed herself and her mood, preparing to go find Yan Su next door.
She had figured it all out.
Yan Su had just been in danger today and hadn’t had a check-up after returning.
And Lin Jianheng herself had just had a re-examination.
Her Succubus Sister must want her to help check her body to see if she was injured.
Maybe she hadn’t looked so cold earlier because she thought Lin Jianheng was a pervert, but because she was feeling unwell.
She was ready!
Lin Jianheng pushed open the bathroom door with a bang, but after taking a few steps, she stomped her feet and returned to her hospital bed.
No, why was she getting stage fright?
Summon the courage you had when you invited your roommate to shower together back then!
Lin Jianheng wavered for a while, but finally walked resolutely towards Lu Yuanchen’s office, planning to find her sister.
It’s definitely not because I’m shy, Lin Jianheng thought.
She probably felt that Sister Yan Su’s figure was too good, and she was too embarrassed to show her own, so she got shy.
Before leaving, Lin Jianheng, still feeling unconvinced, left a message for Yan Su in the spiritual space.
Then she ran off as fast as she could, afraid of being caught by the succubus and eaten clean.
Yan Su sat on the bed, her mind in turmoil.
Fiancée.
Master has a fiancée.
It was hard to tell if she liked the fiancée or not, but at least Master didn’t seem to dislike her.
If she doesn’t dislike her, will they get married?
After they get married, will there still be a place for her? Would that fiancée agree to let her continue being Master’s little pet?
It was impossible to imagine her agreeing. Just as she herself felt a certain hostility towards Master’s fiancée.
Yan Su attributed her strange feelings to the potential loss of her position.
She had thought about it today as well. She was staying by Lin Jianheng’s side merely for her own survival.
There was no better, safer place than by Lin Jianheng’s side.
Lin Jianheng was a good master.
But what about that fiancée?
Yan Su didn’t think Li Zhaoge was very friendly.
If Lin Jianheng got married, she would inevitably be driven out of Lin Jianheng’s home and lose this shelter.
She had to hold on tightly to her position by Lin Jianheng’s side—with Lin Jianheng’s family background, it wouldn’t be strange for her to keep ten lovers.
But, what else could she do?
Let Lin Jianheng mark her? Develop their relationship to that stage? Have Lin Jianheng’s child?
Yan Su’s emotions were unstable; even her powerful spiritual power couldn’t help her calm her mind.
She had no choice but to pull out the shirt she had secretly taken from Lin Jianheng.
She had taken the shirt in the last two days. It was only to confirm Lin Jianheng’s scent.
Lin Jianheng’s pheromones smelled different from that terrifying master’s. The scent of their clothes was also different.
Yan Su buried her face in the shirt, as if hiding in an ocean of orange blossoms, tasting caramel-coated walnuts.
Actually, Yan Su had already confirmed it back then.
Lin Jianheng was back. The person who had hurt her had only occupied Lin Jianheng’s body for a quarter of an hour.
She was just… too scared.
Afraid that one day, Lin Jianheng’s body would be taken over by that person again.
After all, Lin Jianheng said she was a transmigrator, not the original inhabitant of this body.
Yan Su didn’t care about the body or appearance.
She cared about the only soul that was gentle to her.
She was afraid of letting her guard down again and walking into Lin Jianheng’s embrace.
But Lin Jianheng couldn’t accompany her, caress her, for long; one day she would leave her.
Until today’s incident.
Lin Jianheng had come looking for her without hesitation, hugging her without knowing her true feelings.
At that moment, Yan Su thought.
Even if Lin Jianheng would leave her, abandon her, later on.
It didn’t matter anymore.
Her longing for this moment of warmth was greater than her fear of loss.
Now she was anxious again, forced to hug that shirt.
It was full of Lin Jianheng. Lin Jianheng’s scent, her lingering warmth.
Yan Su hugged the shirt, pretending she was hugging Lin Jianheng.
Her legs clamped tightly around the buttons and folds.
Delicately, carefully.
She began to rub.
“Master…” Yan Su murmured, but ultimately returned to the cold silence of reality before the climax arrived.
A day had passed, and the pheromones in the room had also dissipated.
Except for the shirt in her arms, which was gradually being soaked in her scent and losing Lin Jianheng’s, she had nothing left.
Yan Su couldn’t stand the loneliness. Succubi were never a race that enjoyed living alone.
She curled her tail, pressed her face against the shirt, and breathed in for a long time.
Finally, she made up her mind.
She slowly walked to the bathroom to clean herself first.
She pressed the tattoo on her waist and carefully dried the one on her ankle.
Then, she put on Lin Jianheng’s white shirt.
In that moment, it felt as if she were enveloped by Lin Jianheng.
The shirt was cool, but Yan Su felt a scorching heat.
Pressing against her most sensitive skin.
Yan Su’s breathing suddenly grew heavy.
Becoming as hot as her body temperature.
I miss her so much.
Yan Su had nothing now, only Lin Jianheng’s “embrace.”
This was enough. The shirt reached the tops of her thighs, perfectly smoothing everything over.
It was just that Lin Jianheng’s shirt was a little too small for her.
She accidentally popped a button.
As the button hit the floor, Yan Su’s rationality extinguished.
Dizzily, she searched for traces of Lin Jianheng.
And accidentally connected to Lin Jianheng’s spiritual space.
When her spiritual power was grasped by Lin Jianheng, Yan Su couldn’t control herself.
She… got wet.
So she didn’t dare to move—she knew Lin Jianheng was watching her.
Lin Jianheng’s spiritual power was layered over her spiritual space, looking through her eyes at the full-length mirror.
When that gaze fell upon her, it made Yan Su’s legs go weak.
Lin Jianheng looked very carefully.
Inch by inch. From the button she had accidentally popped, her gaze moved up and down.
It lingered especially on the tattoo on her waist for more than ten seconds, making Yan Su feel hot.
Why… was she looking at her tattoo?
Could it be that Master really likes it?
Yan Su wanted to lift the hem of her shirt and show Lin Jianheng the tattoo she liked.
She was Lin Jianheng’s… she would give Lin Jianheng anything she wanted.
But Lin Jianheng’s spiritual power moved downwards.
Wait, wait…
Yan Su gritted her teeth. She wasn’t wearing any underwear…
But Lin Jianheng’s gaze wouldn’t let her go.
Yan Su’s toes gripped the floor, and she held her breath to control the changes in her body, trying not to lose her composure so obviously.
The temperature of Lin Jianheng’s spiritual gaze was very high.
Its presence was very strong.
It tugged at her heartbeat, as if caressing her.
Yan Su finally let out a long breath when she could hold it no longer, her whole body trembling.
But Lin Jianheng suddenly broke their connection.
Yan Su suddenly collapsed to the floor, sitting down, completely drained of strength.
Her heart was still racing at top speed.
Her emotions plummeted, and Yan Su broke out in sweat and tears.
Why didn’t she say anything? After looking for so long, why did she suddenly leave…
Did she have something to do?
Or was it that… Master didn’t actually like her body?
Otherwise, why hadn’t Master touched her after all this time?
Yan Su’s heart gradually grew cold.
She splashed her face with cold water, then took a cold shower.
She didn’t know that while she was doing this, Lin Jianheng was right next door, in front of her own mirror, doing the same thing.
Before she finished her cold shower, Yan Su received the message Lin Jianheng had left for her in the spiritual space.
【Do you need me to help you check your body, Sister Yan?】
Jian Lingxuan was indeed in a meeting at Lu Yuanchen’s hospital; she happened to have a collaboration to discuss.
Lin Jianheng found the office and strolled in casually.
The shareholders and partners below were used to this and only glanced at Lin Jianheng.
Lin Jianheng sat down next to Jian Lingxuan, looking just like a good-for-nothing hedonist from the family.
Jian Lingxuan gave her a subtle glare but didn’t chase her away.
They both had the surname Jian, so how could family matters not be Lin Jianheng’s business?
She listened for a while, analyzed the main points of the group’s discussion, and finding it uninteresting, started browsing the web on her optical computer.
As expected, there were no detailed reports online about the events of the past two days. The special ability outburst had been suppressed by the higher-ups, as anticipated, but a wanted notice had been issued for today’s incident.
Lin Jianheng took a look. The description on the wanted notice matched the one they had given Li Zhaoge, but no one expected it to actually lead to an arrest.
Aside from these matters, there was only one major event recently that had the entire Capital Star, and even the whole Empire, waiting in anticipation—Her Highness the Princess’s birthday.
The current princess was the daughter of the 52nd generation King, Canglin Jingyuan, and her name was Canglin Zhixian.
This year was the eighteenth since she hatched from her shell. According to the imperial calendar, Her Highness the Princess was also just coming of age.
King Jingyuan had no plans to have another child, so the future throne would likely fall to this princess.
Lin Jianheng didn’t know what connection she had to the royal family, or why she was called “Little Highness” in her memories.
But judging from Jian Lingxuan’s attitude, she was probably a member of the Jian family.
Lin Jianheng looked into the history between the Jian family and the royal Canglin family. It seemed they were something like founding retainers, and they had intermarried with the royal family in the past. No wonder they were one of the three great noble families of today.
In the past, all members of the Jian clan practiced martial arts. Now, in a high-tech society where spiritual power was increasingly important, Jian Corporation had shifted to developing optical computer technology.
Lin Jianheng felt this move had the undertone of pledging allegiance to the royal family. No military power meant no ability to rebel. If she were a Canglin, she would also feel more at ease.
Back to the princess. Logically, on such a momentous occasion as the princess’s coming-of-age birthday, so many things shouldn’t have gone wrong.
Yet so many incidents had occurred, and all of them were related to her.
Lin Jianheng had a feeling that she was in some danger.
Was there anything she could do to pledge her allegiance to the royal family?
She just wanted to be a multi-generational heir of the Jian family, lie flat, and be a salted fish.
Lin Jianheng watched for a while longer. When Jian Lingxuan finished the meeting, she abruptly started acting cute with her sister. “Sister, I want to buy the house next door.”
The one next to hers was empty. She could buy it and knock down the wall, giving Sister Yan Su a semi-home of her own where she could be more comfortable.
Jian Lingxuan glanced at her.
Fine, this little brat had become more and more improper since she came back. Every time she came looking for her, it was for money.
Now she was asking for a house directly.
“What for? To house your pile of lovers?”
“…Heh.” Lin Jianheng gave a friendly smile.
But her financial lifeline was still in Jian Lingxuan’s hands, so she had to change her expression in a second.
“Have some water, Sister.”
Jian Lingxuan gave her a light smack and transferred the money from her optical computer. “You have a card, did you forget?”
No wonder she felt something was strange about her sister’s return.
“I don’t have my memories, Sister. Everything I know about the past was inferred,” Lin Jianheng said matter-of-factly.
“…Go home and look for it. You used to leave your cards all over the place, I don’t know where it is either. Bring it to me when you find it.” So she had lost her memory.
To be able to act like this and infer so much without her memories. Good thing her sister didn’t come back a fool.
“I’ve transferred it to your optical computer for now. Go buy it. So extravagant, be careful.”
Her sister’s hand rested on Lin Jianheng’s head.
Lin Jianheng felt a little awkward. It was rare for Jian Lingxuan not to roast her relentlessly, and she wasn’t used to it.
“I could also rent it out.” She wasn’t being that extravagant, was she? The most expensive things she had bought since arriving were those two beds.
Now she had to replace them again. The previous beds were ordered through the AI Butler, and Lin Jianheng couldn’t trust that.
“You want to be a landlady?” Jian Lingxuan looked Lin Jianheng up and down and said it was possible.
Before Lin Jianheng could react, she tossed her a dozen keychains.
Lin Jianheng’s brain crashed.
Wait, so she could really be a landlady and fulfill her dream from her past life?
“They’re all vacant. Go find some tenants. And don’t forget to come to work.”
Jian Lingxuan said, waving her off. She was going to bond with her fiancée over dinner.
“…” Lin Jianheng was left standing there, utterly speechless.
She had a reasonable suspicion that Jian Lingxuan had dumped all this on her so decisively out of laziness.
And secondly, to exploit her and make her work.
Lin Jianheng huffed and puffed as she walked back to her room with the keys.
For the sake of her biggest dream from her past life, she would reluctantly help her dear sister who only ever dissed her.
Lin Jianheng returned to her hospital room and immediately went to the bathroom to clean up. She was covered in sweat after the re-examination and hadn’t had a chance to wash.
She stood before the mirror and looked at herself again.
As expected, she still preferred checking the pretty older sister’s body. Her own wasn’t much to look at.
No other thoughts, ah, she was purely appreciating art.
After her shower, Lin Jianheng dried her hair and sneakily opened the spiritual space.
No reply…?
Lin Jianheng couldn’t quite call it disappointment, but she had to console herself. Maybe Sister Yan Su just forgot to check the spiritual space.
Maybe Sister Yan Su was about to take a shower then, and now she hadn’t finished drying her hair, so she hadn’t had time to reply.
It couldn’t be that she had misunderstood, right?
Lin Jianheng shook her head, patted her cheeks, and buried her face in cold water to calm down for a moment.
Only then did she manage to compose herself and walk out of the bathroom.
But she saw a lump on her bed.
Lin Jianheng froze for a second, then quieted her steps.
Her heart suddenly sped up, but her steps grew slower and slower.
The lump squirmed a little, rising and falling with even breaths.
Lin Jianheng quietly lifted the blanket.
She saw the person who had just inexplicably connected with her in the spiritual space, the person she had been thinking about all this time, the person she had even imitated in front of the mirror.
Curled up in her bed.
She tilted her head up, her cheeks slightly flushed, her watery doe-eyes looking up at her.
Lin Jianheng’s hand, still raised in mid-air, froze.
A silent gaze.
Yan Su slowly turned red. The tips of her ears became pointed like an elf’s, and when they turned translucent, her blood vessels filled them with an ambiguous pink.
The heart on her tail also turned a pure red, looking extremely hot.
And on her body, she still wore only that white shirt.
The white shirt Lin Jianheng had worn.
The white shirt with two popped buttons.
The white shirt and nothing else.
She had come to find Lin Jianheng for a physical examination.
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