ORCBRB – Chapter 65
Chapter 65
Sang Shi'an was woken up by something hard digging into her.
In a daze, she felt as if she had been thrown into a pit of sand and stones. There were hard, cold objects against her waist and legs, poking her painfully.
She was exhausted and impatiently reached out to grab them, only to find that they were all connected and couldn't be pulled off no matter how hard she tried.
It was so annoying. How could there be something like this in her bed?
Grumpy from being woken up, Sang Shi'an irritably opened her eyes. The moment she threw back the covers, she was blinded by dazzling golden gems. She recognized them immediately.
It was the kitty outfit she had worn before.
With its waist-baring design and extremely short skirt, the outfit had precious little fabric. Yet, from her collarbones to her waist and down her legs, countless slender gold chains were strung with gemstones, shimmering like a precious work of art.
There were still faint pink marks at the base of her thighs, and she couldn't tell if they were from last night or from the leg rings digging into her skin. Sang Shi'an calmly scanned her body; besides her thighs, there were similar marks beneath the other gold chains.
Everything crazy from the previous night flooded her mind, and Sang Shi'an's face instantly turned livid.
What Jian Cenyu said last night wasn't just something she blurted out in the heat of the moment. She said she would change her into the kitty outfit today, and she did.
So, which one was for tomorrow?
Oh, the vampire maid.
One outfit a day.
Until Sang Shi'an could figure out what exactly was on her mind when she first added Jian Cenyu using her Kitty account.
But was this really about making her think properly? Wasn't this coercion?
No, that wasn't right either. Sang Shi'an remembered that Jian Cenyu wasn't satisfied even when she said 'I like you.' Jian Cenyu was clearly using this matter to satisfy her own selfish desires.
Sang Shi'an was so angry she wanted to hit someone. The tie on her wrist had already been untied. She rolled over to get out of bed, but the large movement caused a sudden wave of discomfort as one foot touched the carpet. Her whole body pitched forward onto the rug, and the gemstone chains on her body swung against the nightstand with a clattering sound.
Sang Shi'an's expression grew even uglier.
She sat on the carpet, not daring to move, like a statue on the verge of exploding. She remained silent for a full few minutes.
Then, her bedroom door opened, and a perfectly proper-looking Jian Cenyu walked in anxiously.
“Why did you fall on the floor? Let me help you up.” Jian Cenyu knelt in front of Sang Shi'an and checked her legs.
Sang Shi'an slapped Jian Cenyu's hand away with a sharp sound. Her eyes, red from lack of sleep, glared. “What. Do. You. Think?”
She gritted her teeth. “Did I agree to you putting that in?”
“When did you put it in?”
“Jian Cenyu, you’d better give me a reason, right now!”
Jian Cenyu was quiet for a moment, selectively forgetting Sang Shi'an's questions. She said, “I chose the smallest size when I put it in, and I didn't make you bleed. It shouldn't have made you uncomfortable.”
Sang Shi'an was speechless.
Was this a matter of comfort? Last night, she had been completely pliant and wet, so a small object certainly wouldn't have caused any physical harm. But wasn't the most important thing that Jian Cenyu had done this to her while she was asleep?
Compared to the kitty outfit she was wearing, the object inside her was what was truly digging into her. The slightest movement made it feel like it was alive, tumbling around. Having absorbed moisture all night, it wouldn't dry out, and the more Sang Shi'an moved, the more it bounced and rolled wildly.
“Weren't you curious about insertable toys when you were watching those videos, An'an? I was worried you wouldn't be used to it, so I let you prepare for half a day. That way, it won't hurt you.” Jian Cenyu's words sounded incredibly considerate and gentle. “Since you feel uncomfortable and can't get used to it, shall I help you take it out now?”
Sang Shi'an: “Get lost.”
Jian Cenyu paused her movement of getting closer, her tone somewhat hurt. “Is An'an telling me to get lost?”
Sang Shi'an also felt the word was a bit rude, but since it was already out, she didn't want to admit she was wrong. Especially since what Jian Cenyu had done was truly despicable.
She propped herself up on the edge of the bed and slowly stood up. “I'll go to the bathroom and take it out myself. You're not allowed to follow me.”
Jian Cenyu stood up as well, watching Sang Shi'an's slow movements. Her fair, straight legs trembled slightly because of the foreign object, the gold filigree ornaments wrapped around them looking magnificent and dazzling, interwoven with mottled marks of varying shades, both holy and decadent.
Especially when all this appeared on Sang Shi'an, Jian Cenyu suddenly understood why someone on the Yanjing University forum had called the well-behaved Sang Shi'an a 'femme fatale'.
Jian Cenyu's gaze grew deeper and deeper. When Sang Shi'an bit her lip and staggered again, she ignored her protests and scooped her up.
Enveloped by the familiar warmth, Sang Shi'an struggled instinctively.
“I was also very tired last night. I don't have much strength right now,” Jian Cenyu said leisurely, stopping Sang Shi'an's movements. “I'm just taking you to the bathroom.”
Compared to taking another fall, Sang Shi'an 'humiliatingly' compromised, cooperatively wrapping her arms over Jian Cenyu's shoulders, her hands threading through her long hair.
The corner of Jian Cenyu's mouth curved up imperceptibly before she quickly flattened it again.
When the bathroom door closed, Sang Shi'an looked suspiciously at Jian Cenyu's blurry figure through the glass door and even locked it as if guarding against a thief.
Sang Shi'an had never done something like this before. Her face remained relatively calm, but her palms were slick with cold sweat.
The person in the mirror bent over, her fingers gradually disappearing under the hem of her skirt. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and she bit her lips until they turned white.
It was no use.
She couldn't get it out at all.
Forget getting it out, she didn't even dare to probe with her hand.
Sang Shi'an cursed Jian Cenyu in her mind for the umpteenth time before raising her voice, “Jian Cenyu—”
Footsteps approached. “Yes?”
The bathroom door opened again, and a beet-red Sang Shi'an suddenly reached out and tugged on Jian Cenyu.
“Come in and help me with something.”
She paused, lifted the hem of her skirt, and lowered her trembling eyelashes. Her voice was soft and slow. “I don't know how. Help me take it out.”
Jian Cenyu's heart skipped a beat.
Her hand caressed Sang Shi'an's face, trying to turn her around to face her.
Sensing Jian Cenyu's intention, Sang Shi'an clamped her hand firmly over her own mouth. “I haven't brushed my teeth. No kissing. Just do what I tell you to do.”
The hand over her mouth made her voice sound muffled. The en-suite bathroom was exceptionally small, and with another person squeezed inside, the air became scorching and unbearably hot.
Jian Cenyu let go and looked at Sang Shi'an quietly, her voice incredibly soft. “Okay.”
As Jian Cenyu's hand slid to her waist, Sang Shi'an pretended not to care and picked up her toothbrush to start brushing her teeth.
Accompanied by the faint hum of the electric toothbrush, Sang Shi'an found it increasingly difficult to stand steady. Even her collarbones began to flush and burn.
“Are you not done yet?”
Jian Cenyu's suppressed voice came through. “Wait.”
After Sang Shi'an forced herself to finish brushing the left side of her teeth, she couldn't help but urge again, “Hurry up.”
“It's too slippery, I can't get a grip.” Jian Cenyu's fingertips gently rubbed the edge, her breathing quickening.
The heat transferred to Sang Shi'an, and her fingertips tightened abruptly. She paused her movement to open the facial cleanser and chose to wash her face with just water instead.
But with one careless move, the round, exquisite, and cunning little ball slipped further inside with a squish. The water it brought out trickled down three of Jian Cenyu's knuckles. Jian Cenyu sighed with some regret, “Ah, it seems I can't get it out either.”
Sang Shi'an finally realized what a terrible mistake it was to call Jian Cenyu in.
As Sang Shi'an finished brushing her teeth and was rinsing the foam from her lips, Jian Cenyu suggested, “I'll go get the tool that comes with it. That should make it slide out on its own.”
Sang Shi'an was a little skeptical. Having been tricked since last night, even someone as slow as her should be on guard. But she had no other choice. She couldn't really keep it inside all day, could she?
At most, it would be a tool like tweezers—a bit sharp, a bit cold, but still an inanimate object. It had to be much better than Jian Cenyu's hand.
After careful consideration, Sang Shi'an thought she might as well agree. Better to get it over with quickly than to prolong the suffering.
And so, Sang Shi'an nodded.
But when Jian Cenyu returned with a remote control, and when Jian Cenyu pressed one of its buttons, only one thought remained in Sang Shi'an's mind—she was an idiot.
Otherwise, how could she have thought Jian Cenyu was going to get something like tweezers?
As the small ball jumped and vibrated, probing every inch, Sang Shi'an regretted her decision so much she could have kicked herself. She completely lost her footing and sank to her knees, only to be held by Jian Cenyu from behind. While her body went limp and trembled, she cursed Jian Cenyu with incoherent words, telling her to stop and get out of her room.
Jian Cenyu was unmoved, keeping her hand with extreme restraint just outside, then moving up a knuckle, holding Sang Shi'an in her embrace. “Bear with it. It'll be fine once you're wet.”
Sang Shi'an was speechless.
Sang Shi'an finally chose to give up resisting. The beautiful yellow gems on her body chimed with her movements, and the bathroom light refracted into halos that were dazzlingly bright.
Just as she could no longer even kneel steadily, Jian Cenyu's hand caressed her face, and she leaned in to kiss her.
Sang Shi'an made muffled sounds of protest, trying to push Jian Cenyu away.
Jian Cenyu's eyes darkened, and she said with a smile, “Don't bite.”
Her voice was very soft and full of affection. When it reached Sang Shi'an's ears, it sent a shiver through her entire body, and she bit down even harder.
—She wasn't referring to Sang Shi'an's teeth.
When the kiss ended, Sang Shi'an's gaze was unfocused. Forcing back a broken sob, she asked in a small voice, “Is it still not working?”
“Almost. Why don't you try it yourself?” Jian Cenyu reached for Sang Shi'an's hand.
“No,” Sang Shi'an refused decisively.
She couldn't. She really couldn't get this wretched little ball out.
Every second became an agony as the temperature in the bathroom gradually rose. As if deliberately tormenting her, Jian Cenyu's movements were light and slow. “I've almost got it.”
Sang Shi'an's tightly shut eyelashes trembled ceaselessly, unable to even utter a word of urging.
“An'an is doing so well. But we shouldn't get your clothes dirty, right?” Jian Cenyu added another finger, the tips pressing and making a faint sound, as if she were genuinely concerned for her.
Sang Shi'an's lips parted uncontrollably, the tip of her tongue peeking out, glistening with saliva. It was so alluring that it prompted Jian Cenyu to kiss her wetly again, stirring a dizzying ripple.
As the familiar, uncontrollable sensation washed over her, Sang Shi'an thought: if she had known Jian Cenyu would do this to her in her sleep, she would never, ever have closed her eyes.
“Mmm…”
Clack—
The sound of the small ball falling out echoed at the same time as Sang Shi'an's cry. Her legs tensed, and her pupils dilated.
Following it was Jian Cenyu's long, fair hand, coated in a layer of crystalline fluid. The gathered droplets hung, about to fall but not quite, with one long strand connecting to the small ball and trailing to the floor.
As if seeking praise, Jian Cenyu kissed Sang Shi'an's cheek and said, “The skirt isn't dirty.”
Sang Shi'an's face was flushed ripe red. She pushed Jian Cenyu away and went to throw the ball away, but Jian Cenyu beat her to it.
Sang Shi'an turned her head in disbelief. “...You're going to keep it?”
Jian Cenyu hummed in agreement, hiding the hand holding the ball behind her back. “Is An'an angry?”
Sang Shi'an didn't want to answer, instead shooing her away. “I'm going to take a shower.”
“How about I take you to eat first? I ordered a light hot pot for you,” Jian Cenyu suggested. “You have no strength right now; you'll get dizzy if you shower.”
Sang Shi'an silently sized up Jian Cenyu for a long time before asking, “Last night, did you calm down?”
Jian Cenyu was surprised for a moment, then smiled. “So, was An'an trying to cheer me up just now?”
Sang Shi'an didn't really want to admit it, but that was a small part of the reason. Breaking up was something that required momentum; your resolve is strong at first, wanes with the second thought, and is gone by the third. If they couldn't break up in the heat of the moment, she was even less inclined to do so after a night's sleep.
Sang Shi'an said, “Don't you dare put that kind of thing in me again without my permission.”
Jian Cenyu nodded and led her to the dining room.
The hot pot base and dipping sauces were very bland and tasteless. After eating for a few minutes and regaining some strength, Sang Shi'an put down her chopsticks.
Jian Cenyu passed her a glass of juice. “Not to your liking?”
Her voice was gentle, with a faint smile.
Sang Shi'an took a couple of sips of juice. Unable to bear Jian Cenyu's intense gaze any longer, she asked, “Don't you have to go out today?”
“No. Since you're home, of course I have to be here to accompany you,” Jian Cenyu said as if it were the most natural thing in the world, considerately wiping a bit of hot pot sauce from the corner of Sang Shi'an's mouth.
A chill ran down Sang Shi'an's spine. She said coldly, “I'm not a child. I don't need you to accompany me.”
Jian Cenyu looked up, and the doting, indulgent smile in her eyes vanished without a trace. “An'an, I thought you understood yesterday.”
Her long fingers caressed Sang Shi'an's fair cheek. They were a little cool, and with every inch they touched, Sang Shi'an tensed up a little more.
She could feel the emotions Jian Cenyu was forcibly suppressing. Sang Shi'an didn't want to gamble on what would happen when those emotions erupted.
Sang Shi'an closed her eyes, then opened them again, her tone strained. “This won't work, really… I have exams on Thursday and Friday. I can take the Principles of Marxism exam on Thursday without studying, but Macroeconomics on Friday is a major course with a lot of credits. I have to review…”
“Macroeconomics?” A smile bloomed on Jian Cenyu's face again. “Did you forget that I got into Yanjing University through the national postgraduate entrance exam? I can highlight the key points for you, read them to you over and over again. I also have plenty of past exam papers.”
Sang Shi'an was speechless.
Sang Shi'an tried again. “It's not just about exams. Su Ningyue and the others will ask me out, too. And it's strange for us to just stay at home all the time.”
“I haven't touched your phone. You can find it wherever you left it before you went to sleep. As for us staying at home—” Jian Cenyu's thumb rubbed the corner of Sang Shi'an's eye again, pressing gently. “It's because An'an can't quiet her mind to think, so I'm specially helping you.”
Jian Cenyu's face was filled with an expression that said, 'I'm helping you, you should be grateful.' Sang Shi'an was completely stunned.
Wait, it's been a whole night. Hasn't Jian Cenyu been crazy long enough?
Is she still hung up on whether or not I liked her when I added her as Kitty?
“You need to spend more time with me so your judgment won't be clouded by other things.” Jian Cenyu stood up, cheerful and satisfied. She turned off the hot pot and pulled Sang Shi'an up from the table. “Let's go. I'll take you to continue thinking about the answer.”
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