Chapter 103
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Chapter 103: Title
"Complete hundred pages today, or stay confined!"
Locked in the study again, Suiyin slumped at her desk with endless sighs. Her head rested heavily in one palm while her other hand clumsily gripped the brush, leaving erratic ink blotches on fine rice paper.
Hours passed without producing a single proper character.
Suddenly she straightened, addressing the new brush in mock seriousness: "You’re grown now. Time to write by yourself. Go on – show me hundred pages."
She’d discovered this brush during market wanderings. Though indifferent to calligraphy and possessing mediocre skills, she’d been spellbound upon seeing it, carrying the treasure home like possessed.
Instead of practicing, she’d simply admired it – caressing the jade-smooth shaft, stroking the resilient bristles.
The precious brush never left her hand.
Suiyin couldn’t bring herself to use the jade-green brush for practice. She placed it aside and picked through the brush holder, searching for an unlucky one to accompany her through a hundred practice sheets.
“Don’t you like me?”
A woman’s voice suddenly rang out in the study—cool, low, and lazily alluring, exactly the kind Suiyin adored. Without questioning why a woman’s voice had appeared, she turned her head slightly and found a woman in a cyan qipao standing beside her.
The qipao fell long, revealing only jade-white ankles, but its sides were daringly slit, the openings reaching three inches below the armpits and tied loosely at the waist with a thin ribbon.
Suiyin was certain the ribbon would unravel with the slightest tug.
Seated on her wooden chair, she tilted her head back to see the woman’s face, her eyes widening involuntarily.
A goddess descended from the moon.
No other description fit.
A cool finger lifted Suiyin’s chin as a hypnotic voice murmured in her ear,
“Why won’t you use me?”
The husky tone melted Suiyin’s reason.
“What?”
The moonlit beauty raised a brush—the same jade-green one Suiyin had set aside earlier.
“One session. One sheet.” The woman leaned closer. Her gaze was clear, yet Suiyin felt irresistibly drawn in.
Though she didn’t understand the offer, Suiyin nodded blankly, already thinking she’d gotten a good deal. Just watching such beauty would make writing enjoyable.
“Come.”
The woman crooked a finger, eyes curving. Suiyin rose obediently, only to be eased back against the desk.
Dressed lightly for solitary practice, Suiyin’s thin clothing hinted at the soft lines of her waist under the lamplight.
“No ink means no writing.” Xia Shi sighed with mock frustration, brushing the bristles over Suiyin’s throat, watching it bob with a nervous swallow.
Suiyin fumbled for the inkstone. “Here—”
Xia Shi laughed, a silvery sound. Her fingers danced to Suiyin’s collar, undoing the top button to expose a delicate collarbone.
“Not that kind of ink.”
The brush’s teasing strokes made Suiyin arch her neck. A hand cradled her head, lifting her into a kiss—warm, soft, and cool as moonlight, gentle yet relentless, stirring heat beneath her skin.
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The brush traced characters across her body—the familiar strokes of the Thousand Character Classic, now rendered strange. The shapes she knew so well…
The brush tip glided…
“There’s no space left,” the woman muttered, torn between frustration and regret.
Suiyin panted softly…
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Another husky chuckle made her flush crimson, leaving no escape from the embarrassment.
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“Give you what?”
Suiyin nearly choked on her urgency, eyes brimming…
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“G-give me…”
Her plea quivered with tears. Moist eyes framed by blushing cheeks made her pitifully endearing.
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Scorching breaths grazed her mouth. When their lips parted after brief contact, a shimmering thread lingered between them. Xia Shi nipped at Suiyin’s swollen lips between gasps, words slurring against them: “What do you crave? Speak it.”
Suiyin recognized the deliberate torment, yet shame clamped her throat shut.
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Her mind emptied, but…the hollowness in her limbs only intensified afterward.
Dazed, she barely registered the woman slipping fingers into her mouth until salt bloomed on her tongue tip.
“Taste.”
Realization struck. Suiyin thrust her tongue against the invading digits, desperate to expel them.
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“Dislike it? I rather enjoy the flavor.” Xia Shi’s chuckle vibrated against her neck, indifferent to the glare beneath her…
The scene blurred Suiyin’s thoughts. Before recovery, demanding lips recaptured hers – no teasing this time, just deep, claiming entanglement…
Satisfied hums leaked through joined mouths… neither yielding dominance in the breathless clash.
Xia Shi’s lashes lowered as she relished…
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Her motions grew…
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Half-conscious, Suiyin found herself cradled onto leather cushions. Through foggy vision, the earlier writing desk wavered…
She buried her scarlet face in the woman’s collarbone, refusing to glimpse the evidence.
In the afterglow, Suiyin clung contentedly…
The woman’s jade-cool skin remained unaffected by passion, still smooth as polished brush handles.
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Alertness pierced Suiyin’s haze.
Too late…
“N-no more…”
“Not a chance.”
Xia Shi’s hoarse refusal brooked no argument…
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When desire overrode modesty, Suiyin gasped the raw truth.
Amusement crinkled Xia Shi’s eyes as she obliged…
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She branded Suiyin with bruising kisses, ensuring acute awareness of their joining.
Post-storm, Xia Shi cradled the unconscious girl, brushing lips against flame-red earlobes.
The delicate crest bore both lingering heat and a love-bite.
“I’ll return.”
