DDT - Chapter 31
Chapter 31: School Tyrant × The Pushover (8)
Yi Shuhan had already prepared herself to see wounds, but she never expected that after Chi Junluo took off her short-sleeved shirt, she would see such a mess of purple bruises and white scars on her back.
The five or six long, purplish-blue welts on Chi Junluo's back were clearly from being struck by stray clubs during this morning's brawl. Two of the wounds had already broken the skin, oozing blood.
Just these welts alone were enough to make the well-behaved Yi Shuhan, who had rarely witnessed a fight, feel a pang of heartache.
But beneath these crisscrossing welts were… numerous old, white scars that shocked her even more!
Scattered across the already fair skin of her back were scars of varying sizes and lengths, all a paler shade of white. Yi Shuhan had been injured by accident before, and after it healed, that small patch of skin was a different, paler color than the surrounding area.
On Chi Junluo's back alone, there were no fewer than a dozen such scars.
The most eye-catching, and the most terrifying, was a slightly thick, white, linear scar nearly thirty centimeters long, stretching from Chi Junluo's right shoulder down toward her lower left back. Flanking the long white scar were two rows of small, white, dotted marks. Although Yi Shuhan had never seen such a wound, she could guess that these were the traces left behind by stitches. This scar looked like it had been caused by a sharp weapon and was severe enough to require suturing.
What kind of person would lay such a vicious hand on such a beautiful girl?
Thinking of the floor littered with wine bottles outside, Yi Shuhan's mind seemed to conjure up the source of these injuries.
She stood there in shock. In her worldview, even if a girl didn't have her parents by her side like herself, she should still be carefully protected. Yet in one night, she had seen a girl who should have been protected brawling in a dense crowd, and on that same girl's back were countless marks left by what looked like domestic abuse.
At this moment, Yi Shuhan found it difficult to describe her utter exasperation.
The tall girl sitting on the bed seemed to sense something. She turned her head slightly, asking what was wrong.
Then, Yi Shuhan watched as the girl seemed to remember something. A look of annoyance flashed across her face, and this time, that fleeting expression did not escape Yi Shuhan's keen observation.
It seemed the scars on Chi Junluo's body were from some time ago. So long ago that Chi Junluo herself had almost forgotten their existence.
At this thought, the ache in Yi Shuhan's heart intensified.
"Shuhan, it's nothing serious. You don't have to worry about my back," Chi Junluo said, a hint of awkwardness in her tone. She tried to turn around and put her shirt back on.
But then Chi Junluo felt a soft, boneless hand gently rest on her shoulder, successfully stopping her from turning to hide her back.
Chi Junluo was a little helpless, but in her mind, she was cursing the Heavenly Dao.
In her sea of consciousness, the Heavenly Dao, who had been snacking on melon seeds with an air of detached amusement, piped up: This is a great opportunity to advance your relationship with the heroine! Hurry up and move her! Make her cry for you! Then you can pull her into your arms…
Flustered and exasperated, Chi Junluo cut off the Heavenly Dao's incessant chatter in her mind: What do you mean, make her cry for me?! Am I playing the part of some tragic male lead?!
The Heavenly Dao wore an expression of utter disappointment: Are you stupid? You have less than half a year left. Your mission is to collect the Power of the Heavenly Dao and contract with the soul fragment! If you don't get closer to This Deity's heroine, get intimate, more intimate, how are you supposed to collect it?! How are you going to make her develop strong feelings in the end?!
Chi Junluo: That… seems to make some sense???
While Chi Junluo was having this internal battle, Yi Shuhan had already begun applying ointment to the wounds on her back.
The cool ointment made contact with her skin as a slender, gentle hand roamed across Chi Junluo's back.
Seeing Chi Junluo sitting perfectly straight and proper on the bed, Yi Shuhan thought to herself, how could such a well-behaved child have such bad luck…
At that moment, she had completely forgotten that the obediently sitting girl before her was Qingshui High's top tyrant, the fearsome Sister Chi, the big boss who showed no fear even when facing over a hundred thugs armed with clubs, one of the major school leaders in the Qingyun district.
Yi Shuhan carefully and meticulously spread the ointment along the wounds, not missing a single corner. Then, she began to gently knead the bruised areas with just the right amount of pressure.
Before meeting the Heavenly Dao, before her suicide attempt, Chi Junluo had never been in such intimate contact with anyone in over twenty years. She had already braced herself when she took off her shirt, tensing every muscle in her body, which was why she appeared to be sitting so straight in Yi Shuhan's eyes.
Right now, all she could feel was a soft hand caressing her back.
Everywhere that hand touched, it sent ripples through her. An unknown, slightly tingling sensation spread from that hand across her back, traveling through her limbs and rushing straight to her cerebral cortex.
Chi Junluo's body trembled slightly in comfort.
With her hand on Chi Junluo's back, Yi Shuhan felt that tremor and her heart skipped a beat. Did she hurt her?
So, she became even gentler.
The strange sensation was already magnified several times in the quiet room. Chi Junluo found herself unnaturally wishing the wounds on her back would hurt more, just to distract her from her shameful focus. But to her surprise, the person behind her not only didn't increase the pressure to hurt her but became even gentler. The kneading had almost turned into a literal caress.
Yi Shuhan probably had no idea just how seductive her technique was right now!
The small hand on her back was still "diligently" working to improve blood circulation, but the person beneath it had already started to silently grit her teeth, enduring an unfamiliar, unknown palpitation.
As that delicate hand roamed "wantonly" across her back, Chi Junluo secretly clenched her fists.
A strange fire began to burn within her. Even on an early spring night, Chi Junluo, who had already removed her top, began to feel a creeping heat.
She subconsciously felt that this sensation was a bit wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Yi Shuhan wasn't experiencing the same turmoil as Chi Junluo. Her right hand moved over Chi Junluo's back, from left to right, top to bottom. The uneven texture under her palm, the different sensations from the fresh and old scars, made her heart ache. She suddenly felt that living in a family like hers, though lacking companionship, she had plenty of food and clothing, grew up safely, and lived in comfort and wealth. Why had she been so dissatisfied before?
Two more welts stretched across the small of Chi Junluo's back. Without much thought, Yi Shuhan moved her hand there.
Yi Shuhan had been using her right hand all along. During the process of applying ointment and massaging, their bodies were in contact, and Chi Junluo was already collecting the Power of the Heavenly Dao. The point of contact between Yi Shuhan's hand and Chi Junluo's back was already warm. Now, as Yi Shuhan's hand suddenly moved to her waist, the fiery touch returned, beginning to "dance" across her lower back with the movement of Yi Shuhan's hand.
Wave after wave of strange sensations rushed to her mind.
"Mm…" A low moan escaped Chi Junluo's lips, startling them both.
Yi Shuhan immediately stopped what she was doing, thinking this spot must be badly injured for a light touch to make Chi Junluo, who had been enduring the pain, cry out.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Yi Shuhan asked, her brow furrowed with concern. This girl in front of her truly made her feel heartache and distress. "It's okay, if it hurts, just say so. There's a lot of bruising here, so I might have to use a bit of force to break it up. You don't have to hold it in. It's just the two of us here."
Three black lines streaked across Chi Junluo's mind. That sound had escaped her completely involuntarily. It wasn't from pain at all. Now, hearing Yi Shuhan say it so seriously, she felt that her own reaction had been strange. But before she could figure out why, she felt Yi Shuhan's hand begin to carefully knead the wound again.
Chi Junluo: …Please just put me out of my misery.
That ticklish, tingling sensation hung in her chest, offering no release, no outlet. Meanwhile, the Heavenly Dao was grinning from ear to ear, watching the steady stream of its power flow into Chi Junluo's body. The Heavenly Dao thought this fight was good, wonderful, absolutely fantastic!
As for Chi Junluo's torment, perhaps only she herself could understand.
She was in a bit of a daze tonight. It was as if an invisible wall was blocking her from understanding that strange feeling. Something seemed to be breaking through the soil in her heart, but she couldn't figure out what it was.
Unintentionally, Yi Shuhan saw Chi Junluo's tightly clenched fists and seemed to understand. Mm, she must be trying hard to endure the pain.
At this thought, Yi Shuhan remembered how, when she was little, she had bruised her finger, and Auntie Wang had lifted her hand and blown on it. Auntie Wang had said that blowing on it would make the pain go away. Yi Shuhan nodded to herself. Then, she leaned down slightly and began to gently blow on Chi Junluo's wounds.
Chi Junluo: ?!!
Chi Junluo felt a cool breeze on her waist. Her already sensitive lower back was completely tense, and now, with this gust of wind, she was so startled she almost jumped up.
She knew immediately what Yi Shuhan was doing. She was blowing on her wounds!
Chi Junluo: ! Who gave you permission to blow on me! Young lady! You're adding fuel to the fire!
If this were an overbearing CEO novel, Chi Junluo probably would have been unable to resist turning around and saying: Woman, you're playing with fire…
Yi Shuhan was obviously unaware of Chi Junluo's rich inner monologue, or the thoughts of the Heavenly Dao who had been enjoying the show all evening.
Finally, Yi Shuhan finished her grand massage project. She stood up, moving away from Chi Junluo's back, and began to tidy up the bottles and jars on the bed. Over there, Chi Junluo felt the seductive heat source depart and finally let out a sigh of relief. Heaven knows… no, not even heaven knew how hard she had struggled to endure that period, terrified that she would accidentally make some strange sound she herself couldn't comprehend.
While Yi Shuhan was organizing the ointment containers, Chi Junluo waved her hand in the air, trying to cool herself down.
Seeing Chi Junluo's action, Yi Shuhan was a little puzzled. Was it already this hot in early spring?
Little did she know that she herself was the "culprit" behind the heat.
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