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“What do you mean, ‘you want to learn my cultivation techniques’?” Shu Yanyan stares blankly at Qiu Congxue, wondering if this is it and the ridiculous woman has finally lost her last remaining braincell.
“I want to learn your cultivation techniques,” Qiu Congxue repeats in exactly the same tone. “The art of plucking and replenishing. Dual cultivation. Sexual—”
“Yes, yes, okay, I get it!” Shu Yanyan suddenly feels underdressed for this conversation. She’s just come from a session with Helian Chu (who’s been trying his best to memorize poetry, poor thing; it’s sweet, but he’s terrible at it), and her current outfit could best be described as “a few scraps of lilac ribbon covering all the important parts”. She pulls a pure white robe from her storage space and throws it on, but Qiu Congxue’s eyes remain fixed on her—well, on her fucking boobs, Protector Qiu, where are you looking!!! She draws the robe tighter around herself, glaring, but Qiu Congxue doesn’t even seem to register her annoyance.
“Mine are smaller than that,” Qiu Congxue remarks, still staring at her chest. “Will they grow if I dual cultivate? That would be terribly inconvenient.”
She’d been staring at Shu Yanyan’s tits because she wanted to know if dual cultivating would make hers bigger? Shu Yanyan wants to bang her head against the nearest pillar. Anyway, what is there to grow? She shouldn’t have any flesh below the neck right now. Is she thinking that because the Flesh Mushroom seeped into her bones, she would— but no, that would require far too much reasoning for that empty head of hers. She’s probably just forgotten whether or not she has flesh again.
“No, I don’t think so,” Shu Yanyan says carefully, as though she’s explaining a delicate concept to a child. “Mine have always been this size.”
“Oh.” Qiu Congxue finally, blessedly looks away. “So will you teach me your techniques or not?”
“I can give you some manuals,” Shu Yanyan tries.
“I never learn anything from those.” Well, at least she knows herself well, Shu Yanyan thinks.
“I don’t have time to go through everything personally with you,” Shu Yanyan lies, even though she’s spent plenty of time doing exactly that with Sect Leader Yin. The difference here is that teaching techniques to him is beneficial to her—the longer he and the Venerable spend in seclusion, the more opportunities she has to put herself in a good position to take over the sect when they both inevitably ascend. Teaching anything at all to Qiu Congxue is a waste of time. The hungry ghosts in her head will just eat it up the way they’ve eaten through her pea-sized brain.
“I didn’t mean to go through everything,” Qiu Congxue says guilelessly. “At least half of them we wouldn’t be able to do, since neither of us has a penis the last time I checked. Unless you do?”
What?
Shu Yanyan tries to sort through that absolute mess of a statement. She’s already beginning to get a headache. “No, I do not,” she says.
“Oh. That’s all right.” Qiu Congxue sounds a little bit disappointed.
Shu Yanyan takes a deep breath and recites several sutras to herself before she opens her mouth again. “What do you mean that we wouldn’t be able to do certain things?” she finally says, very slowly and carefully. Every conversation with Qiu Congxue feels like navigating a minefield, but not in the way that conversations with clever, scheming people feel like minefields. It’s more that you’re liable to step on some incredibly weird thought she can’t help but share with you, and whatever it is will leave you ten times as confused as when you started.
“Well, don’t a lot of them involve penetration? Since you don’t have that part, and I don’t either, neither of us could do that.”
“That’s what strap-ons are for,” Shu Yanyan says, without actually thinking about what she’s just heard, and then it dawns on her. “Wait. You want to actually do all of these techniques, with me.”
“Yes, isn’t that what I said at the start?” Qiu Congxue tilts her head.
“I could lend you one of my boys,” Shu Yanyan says desperately, sorting through them all in her head. Which of them is least likely to run from the room screaming when Qiu Congxue takes her clothes off? They’re all kind of freaky in their own ways, but she doesn’t think any of them has a skeleton kink. Otherwise she’d be catching them all at the Hellfire Pavilion. “Uh. Helian Chu?” Maybe his newfound intellectual personality would help him see the situation rationally—ugh, no, there’s nothing rational about the situation! Nothing about this is rational!
“I’m not interested in any of them.” Qiu Congxue waves her hand dismissively. “You’re the best at this, and anyway I don’t care for men.”
Yes, Shu Yanyan thinks, I know that!! That’s why this entire conversation is insane! When the Venerable asked you what you’d do with a cheating lover years ago, you said you’d turn him into a ghost and eat him, but you wouldn’t have one in the first place! So why are you asking about dual cultivation!!
“I like women, though,” Qiu Congxue continues, simultaneously sounding as if this is new information that she’s discovering right now and as if it’s a simple statement of fact.
“Okay,” Shu Yanyan says faintly.
“You’re pretty enough.”
“Okay,” Shu Yanyan says again, feeling her world tilt on its axis. She’s never even fooled around with a woman! Not that she hasn’t thought about it; there are plenty of gorgeous women out there, but women don’t have the right kind of jing essence for most of the techniques she knows, so she’s never bothered with them. How is she supposed to show Qiu Congxue— wait, hang on, why is she even entertaining this idea in the first place?
“So—”
“Shut up. Just shut up for a little while, okay? Every time you open your mouth it gets worse.”
“What does?” Qiu Congxue asks, puzzled.
Shu Yanyan groans in frustration.
“Just. Be quiet. Let me think.”
Shu Yanyan has basically no experience with women. But, she realizes, she does have a lot of experience with empty-headed people. Most of the boys she keeps around don’t have two braincells to rub together, and she’s become adept at managing them and making sure they don’t get into any trouble. But Qiu Congxue—first of all, Qiu Congxue is her rival. Is this a plot to steal power?
She asks as much, because she knows Qiu Congxue will just answer like it’s nothing.
“No,” Qiu Congxue replies immediately. “I’m close to a breakthrough, but nothing is working. Baili Qingmiao mentioned that dual cultivation works for people on most cultivation paths, so I thought, who do I know who’s good at that? And—”
“And why should I let you cultivate to a breakthrough?” Shu Yanyan snaps. “Isn’t that just stealing power?!”
“Baili Qingmiao also said that dual cultivation increases both partners’ power, unless you’re using someone as a cauldron, which is evil. I’m not entirely sure what that means, though—is a cauldron filled with spiritual energy the way my body is filled with hungry ghosts? Wouldn’t that be useful for cultivation?”
“Heavens above,” Shu Yanyan mutters under her breath. “You actually think you’ll be good enough at this to increase my cultivation more than any of the men I cultivate with regularly? Dream on. Anyway, strap or no strap, where would it even go?” She pictures thrusting into the empty hole of a bone-white pelvis, and the image is so bleakly hilarious that she can’t help laughing aloud. How would Qiu Congxue even feel anything?
“Around my waist?” Qiu Congxue says, tilting her head again in the obnoxious way that reminds Shu Yanyan of one of those mangy little dogs that rich ladies sometimes carry around.
The mental image in Shu Yanyan’s head adjusts. Bone creaks loudly as Qiu Congxue, a harness flapping around on her empty pelvis and a bronze cock bouncing comically, tries to thrust into Shu Yanyan’s pussy and misses every time. She snorts.
“Sure,” she says, dismissive.
“All right!” Qiu Congxue perks up. Fuck. She’s completely missed Shu Yanyan’s tone. “Where should we do it? What are we trying first? I’ll do whatever you say.”
…
I’ll do whatever you say, huh?
“Wait here,” Shu Yanyan says. She cannot believe she’s even entertaining the thought of something this ridiculous. But… the same rotation of men all the time does get a little boring, even if she switches the toy and the position, no matter how good they are at it… and they’re all so obedient, always eager to be good boys for her. She sometimes likes a partner with a little bit of fight in them, someone who will challenge her.
Qiu Congxue certainly won’t be a challenge intellectually, but she could be fun to break in bed, couldn’t she…?
“Everyone out,” Shu Yanyan announces, sweeping into her cultivation grounds. “Go wherever you like. You have the day off. No, scratch that, the next week.” The words may sound optimistic, but she’s only estimating that long on account of the cleanup she’ll inevitably have to do when Qiu Congxue destroys gods know what.
“Is there anything in particular you want us to do while we wait, mistress?” asks one of them, whose name she has currently forgotten. He’s pretty, a delicate little mole on his cheekbone; she probably doesn’t pay him enough attention, she decides.
“I don’t care,” she says magnanimously. “Cultivate, if you want. Fuck each other if you feel like it, or go find other girls in town, I don’t much care. Or go and see your families or something. Don’t bother me.”
“Yes, mistress,” echoes throughout the cultivation grounds, and there’s a flurry of activity as they pack up their things and leave the various spots where they’d been lounging on the room-sized bed or on stacks of pillows on the floor.
When they’ve all cleared out, Shu Yanyan takes a deep breath and rummages through her storage space for a selection of toys. She has little hope that most of them will even work; she selects a few dildos—at least the impossible woman has functioning hands—and spiritual tools that vibrate when inserted, because she had better at least get one orgasm out of this.
She stalls for an incense stick’s time. Building anticipation probably won’t even work on Qiu Congxue, but she needs the time to work herself up to this. She tidies away every loose object she can find, goes back to her storage space and pulls out some rope, and then, after a bit of thought, a selection of gags and a muzzle. She considers some of the harsher implements, the whips and paddles, and makes herself giggle again with the image of trying to spank Qiu Congxue’s ass and the whole thing just dissolving into bone dust.
She’s doing this because she’s bored and because it will be funny, she tells herself. She’ll probably end up getting herself off while Qiu Congxue gets distracted by a particularly interesting spot on the wall.
Leaving the last thing to last, she strips off her clothes entirely, tucking them away inside her storage space along with the other various objects she’s removed from the room. She might as well remove any potential for them to get destroyed, she reasons.
She sends a message talisman to summon Qiu Congxue to her cultivation grounds (and not to tell anyone why she’s going there, though that’s probably an entirely lost cause at this point), and settles in to wait.
Qiu Congxue shows up naked.
She has skin, which is a surprise. All of it, from the looks of things. And what looks like a perfectly functioning vagina, not that she knows what to do with it.
“Did you walk all the way here like this?” Shu Yanyan asks, not really wanting to know the answer.
“Just from the main hall,” Qiu Congxue says casually. “Since my robe has ghosts in it and all, I didn’t want any of them to interfere with this new cultivation technique.”
“That was very considerate of you,” Shu Yanyan says, gritting her teeth. “Do you not wear anything under the one robe…?”
“No, why should I?”
“...Forget I asked.”
Qiu Congxue looks around the room, already distracted. “This whole room is just one big bed?”
“Use that singular braincell of yours and think about it for a moment,” Shu Yanyan says patiently, crossing one bare leg over the other. “What do you think I do in here all day?”
“Sex?” Qiu Congxue says, correctly. “But all of it is just in a bed? Aren’t there more interesting places to do it?”
“I assure you that I’ve had plenty of sex that wasn’t in a bed.” Shu Yanyan regrets her nakedness, because she is really wishing she had some jewelry to fidget with and perhaps crush in the palm of her hand right now.
“So then—”
“Do you want to fuck or not,” Shu Yanyan snaps.
“Oh, yes, I do.” Qiu Congxue stands up straight, her long hair falling elegantly over her shoulders. How is it fair that she’s actually pretty? Her body isn’t too bad, either—tall and slender, pretty much flat everywhere including her tits (though they’d be nice handfuls, something in the back of Shu Yanyan’s mind says quietly), prominent hip bones and collarbone… She’s kind of all leg, isn’t she, now that Shu Yanyan gets a good look at her?
“Turn around,” Shu Yanyan says, expecting to be obeyed immediately, as she always is.
“Why?”
…and she’s forgotten who she’s dealing with here. “I want to see what your ass looks like,” she says, crude but honest.
“Why didn’t you just say so?” Qiu Congxue frowns and turns, standing stiffly in the same position she’d been in before.
Well, it’s as bony as the rest of her, but at least it’s not actual bones. And the way her hair falls over her back and just brushes her tailbone is kind of unintentionally seductive. Shu Yanyan could never teach Qiu Congxue to seduce anyone, but she might be able to teach herself to find Qiu Congxue attractive.
“Acceptable,” she says aloud. For some of her boys, this would make them shiver, already getting into the headspace where they’ll do anything she says without even thinking. Some of them love it when she’s mean and dismissive, barely treating them like dirt under her shoes, and some like it when she’s gentle, guiding them through what they need.
Qiu Congxue just shrugs.
Sighing, Shu Yanyan motions her to sit on the edge of the bed. She’ll have to think about what she wants to do. Her initial plan had been to get Qiu Congxue to try eating her out, have her inevitably fail (hopefully without any unfortunate injuries), kick her out, and get herself off. She’s done the exact same with a few of the men who’ve failed her basic tests to become one of her cultivation partners.
But… how should she ask that out loud? Because Qiu Congxue would probably hear “eat me out” and think “turn me into a ghost and eat me”!! She’d already be doing it by the time Shu Yanyan could correct her! Despite everything, Shu Yanyan is still a little afraid of her, even without her ghosts surrounding her— which, by the way, doesn’t that mean she’s considerably less powerful right now? Shu Yanyan could easily get rid of her if she wanted.
…That wouldn’t be as entertaining.
“Cunnilingus” is too complicated a word for Qiu Congxue to understand. “Eat my pussy”... no, no, too literal again! “Lick my vagina” sounds ridiculous—ugh!
Shu Yanyan slides to the edge of the bed and spreads her legs. “Go and kneel with your head right here,” she says, motioning between her legs. “And don’t ask a thousand questions. Just do as I say.”
Surprisingly, Qiu Congxue actually listens. Her breath is a little chilly, but not the chill of the grave that Shu Yanyan had half been expecting.
“Lick,” Shu Yanyan commands.
Frowning, Qiu Congxue licks the inside of her thigh.
“More to the left,” Shu Yanyan says, exasperated.
Qiu Congxue gives an experimental lick and manages to catch the edge of one of her labia. There are no teeth, which is good. Shu Yanyan has lowered her standards so much.
“Keep going,” Shu Yanyan says through gritted teeth. “A little bit more inward.”
Qiu Congxue’s long nose bumps against Shu Yanyan’s clit as she tries again. “Oh,” she says, the words buzzing through Shu Yanyan as she keeps her mouth right where it was. “It’s wet.”
“That is the idea, yes.” Shu Yanyan tips her head back, rolling her eyes at the ceiling. “Have you even had an orgasm before?”
Qiu Congxue makes a noncommital noise, her mouth much closer to Shu Yanyan’s clit this time. “Don’t think so,” she says. “I know what they feel like, though.”
“How? Why?”
“I’ve eaten lots of ghosts,” Qiu Congxue says, as if this explains fucking anything. Does she have some kind of spiritual orgasm every time she eats a ghost? Has this whole thing been a ploy to turn Shu Yanyan into a ghost and eat her after all?? Is Shu Yanyan making a horrible mistake?
“What the fuck does that—ohhh what the fuck. What—” Shu Yanyan can’t hold the thought in her head. Qiu Congxue is doing something with her tongue that should not be possible and feels, unfortunately, really good. How long is her tongue? Because it feels like it’s probing against Shu Yanyan’s G-spot and that can’t be right.
She risks a glance downward and nearly chokes on her own saliva. Qiu Congxue’s eyes have gone completely black, her sclera consumed by it. Her mouth is open wide, far too wide, and something long and thin that must be her tongue is thrusting in and out of Shu Yanyan’s entrance like she’s trying to burrow her way all the way inside Shu Yanyan’s body.
…Unfortunately, Shu Yanyan finds that she’s into all of these things.
Has she been the one with the skeleton kink all along???
“That’s—hah—that’s really good actually,” she says grudgingly. “You can use y-your hand. On my clit. Wait, never mind, you won’t even be able to find oh fuck.”
Okay, so maybe she will be able to find it. Shu Yanyan gasps, fisting her hands in the sheets, and briefly entertains the idea of trying not to come. Then, because it feels really good and she wants to see what would happen if she comes on Qiu Congxue’s face, she gives up on that entirely and starts working with the other woman, rolling her hips and fucking herself forward onto that long tongue until she comes explosively with a soft gasp.
“Is that supposed to happen?” Qiu Congxue says, licking her lips. Shu Yanyan has, she notes with no small amount of satisfaction, managed to squirt in her eye. It serves her right, for… for… all of the annoying things she’s done.
Shu Yanyan considers telling her that it’s because she did such a terrible job, and that it hadn’t actually been an orgasm but her body trying to expel the foreign invader. For about the space of three breaths. Which are… quite labored, due to the force of the orgasm that just hit her.
“It happens sometimes,” Shu Yanyan says, grudgingly. “When. Someone does a good job. Of hitting the right spots for me.”
“Oh,” Qiu Congxue says, beaming.
“It’s good for you, too. All that essence. It’ll clear your skin.”
“Clear it from what?”
“Never mind,” Shu Yanyan says. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“With what?” Qiu Congxue asks, seemingly demonstrating that she had not, in fact, understood what a strap-on is. Then she elaborates, “There are lots of spiritual tools here.”
Oh. “Yes.”
“This one looks a little hard to use.” Qiu Congxue frowns, picking up the muzzle and turning it over in her hands. “Do these straps go over the hips? How does it go in?”
Shu Yanyan wants to scream. “It’s for your mouth,” she says shortly. “For the ones who like to bite. Are you going to bite?”
“I don’t think so,” Qiu Congxue says, putting the muzzle aside. “This one looks a little hard to control.”
That is because it is: A fucking ball gag.
“How do you make sure you don’t lose it inside of someone?”
“Because, again, it goes in your mouth,” Shu Yanyan says, attempting patience. She can be so patient. She can have the patience of a fucking saint. “I’m seriously considering using it on you, but I do want to hear the kinds of sounds you make when you lose control.”
“Oh,” Qiu Congxue says. She slips the gag into her mouth. “Feels weird,” she says, muffled. Then her jaw does something funny and she says, much more clearly, “What is it supposed to do? I feel like I’m going to swallow it by accident.”
Shu Yanyan leans over and grabs it back from her. “It’s supposed to keep you quiet,” she snaps. “But clearly you’d break it, so we are not going to use it. Can you actually be quiet so I can think, please?”
Blessedly, Qiu Congxue finally shuts up.
Shu Yanyan scans over the selection of dildos she’d picked out earlier, thinking it over. She wants to be a little mean—especially after the nightmare of a conversation they’ve just had—so she selects the biggest dildo, a heavy bronze thing designed to look like a real (if unrealistically proportioned, for most men) cock, with a fat head and fake balls molded at the base.
“It will probably take a while to get you ready to take this,” Shu Yanyan says, dismissive. “Why don’t you finger yourse—”
Frowning, Qiu Congxue picks up the dildo, hefts it in her hand, and then. Shoves it. Into her pussy. In one smooth movement.
What the fuck.
“Feels weird,” she says, and pulls it out again.
“Uh.” Shu Yanyan gapes at her. “Didn’t that… hurt?”
“Hm? No, should it have?”
Something is so very deeply wrong with this fucking woman.
“You need to put some lubricant on that next time,” Shu Yanyan lectures her. “You could have torn something.”
Qiu Congxue shrugs. “Most things will fit in there, I think. Don’t really need any extra moisture.”
Most things will— what has she been putting in there?!
“Okay. All right. Give the dildo to me.” Shu Yanyan takes a deep breath, busying herself with the straps of the harness to avoid thinking about whatever the fuck that just was. This one has a little piece of carved jade at the base of the ring where the dildo fits into the harness, positioned perfectly to vibrate against her sensitive spots with a little application of spiritual energy. She doesn’t top for free.
Now, what position… Shu Yanyan doesn’t want to be staring at her stupid face the whole time, but on the other hand, the idea of watching her face while she gets wrecked is appealing. In the end, she decides to have Qiu Congxue get on her hands and knees, just so she can have the satisfaction of pushing her down into the bed and pinning her hips in place.
She doesn’t bother with prep or trying to find the best angle, just spreads Qiu Congxue open and thrusts inside. Clearly she can take it.
“Still feels weird?” Shu Yanyan asks, setting a punishing pace.
“It’s—hng—it’s good,” Qiu Congxue gasps, and there it is. After this, Shu Yanyan decides, she’ll make the other woman choke on her strap. This little hint of hoarseness in her voice is surprisingly appealing—Shu Yanyan wants to hear what she sounds like when she’s had cock stuffed down her throat for a while. Maybe she’ll have Qiu Congxue warm it for her—wait, Shu Yanyan thinks, that’s actually brilliant. What a way to shut her up! Any time she gets too annoying, Shu Yanyan can just get out the strap and have her suck on it until she decides to let her stop! This whole “having sex with the insane ghost cultivator who could probably eat her” thing is great, actually!
Grinning wildly, Shu Yanyan pounds into her, setting the vibration of the toy at the base to her favorite rhythm and letting herself forget where she is and what she’s doing. Automatically, she channels spiritual energy through her lower dantian and into the toy, like she’s done so many thousands of times before. She’s not expecting to get anything back, honestly—she nearly pulls the energy back when she realizes—but then something ice-cold travels up through the connection between their bodies, flooding into her. It feels like it’s forcing open her veins and meridians, filling her to overflowing, and it’s all she can do to get it under control and send it back through their connection.
She has never, she realizes, dual cultivated with someone this powerful before.
Some of her men are cauldrons. Okay, a lot of them. They’re fully aware and perfectly happy about it, but their job is to let her use their bodies to refine her own spiritual energy and pull it back into herself. A few of them are strong cultivators in their own right, but nothing close to this. Some of them barely even have a golden core.
It hurts a little, honestly, but it also feels… really, really good.
Shu Yanyan gets caught up in bouncing spiritual energy back and forth, feeling it build and build in her core as her arousal does. She barely even notices when Qiu Congxue cries out beneath her, only realizing that the other woman must have come when she meets even less resistance than before on her next thrust.
Well. She can take it.
Shu Yanyan keeps going, picking up the thread of cold spiritual energy and twining it with her own warmth, and, to her credit, Qiu Congxue doesn’t give in. She obediently lies there and takes it, her bony thighs occasionally twitching with overstimulation, until Shu Yanyan feels herself start to come and lets the thread of energy snap the way she’s been taught.
It’s so much more intense than dual cultivating with one of the boys. Shu Yanyan gasps, grinding down hard onto the base of the toy where it’s buried deep inside Qiu Congxue, and tries to estimate how much of a boost this has given her. Why hasn’t she been doing this the whole time?
“Are you. Are you done,” Qiu Congxue pants, lifting her head blearily from the sheets. There’s drool at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes are red-rimmed and teary. It only makes Shu Yanyan want to wreck her more. “I know what an orgasm feels like now, I think.”
“Need another?” Shu Yanyan asks, feeling magnanimous. “It’s impressive you were able to come without me even touching your clit, though.”
“Another? Oh, wait wait wait—”
Shu Yanyan, ignoring her protests, spits on her hand and strokes two fingers in a circular motion over her clit, grinding into her at the same time.
“I don’t know, if I, oh—oh, wait, I think—” Qiu Congxue goes uncharacteristically quiet, her legs trembling wildly. “Is this—am I going to—”
“You can come one more time for me, can’t you?” Shu Yanyan leans over, pressing her breasts to Qiu Congxue’s back, and nips at the shell of her ear. “Do you need a little more here?”
She slips a finger in alongside her strap—Qiu Congxue really is loose; Shu Yanyan could probably fit her whole hand inside with little difficulty. Furrowing her brow, Shu Yanyan adds another, and thrusts.
Qiu Congxue makes a truly incomprehensible noise, jerks in her hold, and comes.
They both lie on their backs on the bed an arm’s length apart, both panting softly. Shu Yanyan, who has never once relaxed in this woman’s presence, feels… pretty serene, actually.
“We should use the ropes next time,” she says, stretching.
“Okay,” Qiu Congxue agrees easily.
“I can tie you down and ride you. I think I’ve got a harness that will fit, though it’s anyone’s guess whether you’ll actually have flesh the next time I see you. Are you going to go and lose it again?”
Qiu Congxue frowns; clearly, this is a sore spot for her. “I wish I could,” she says. “This stupid mushroom.”
She does not elaborate.
“Ah,” says Shu Yanyan, refusing to ask, and reaches into her storage space for a warm cloth to clean herself up. She tosses another at Qiu Congxue’s head; the other woman stares blankly at it.
“Oh, for— just do what I do,” Shu Yanyan snaps, dabbing at her sticky thighs with the cloth, then folding it over and wiping herself down between her legs. Qiu Congxue follows her instructions, to her credit, and then just… uses the cloth… to also wipe her face… the side of it that’s already covered with slick…
Rolling her eyes, Shu Yanyan grabs another and does it for her.
“I thought the ropes were for something different,” Qiu Congxue comments, reaching over for one of them as Shu Yanyan dabs carefully at her cheeks.
“Do I want to know what?” Shu Yanyan already knows she doesn’t.
“Well,” Qiu Congxue says thoughtfully. “I was wondering how it would work, actually. Because they’re silk, aren’t they? So how would they, you know, stay still, when you’re…”
“When you’re what,” says Shu Yanyan.
“Well, putting them into your pussy, I guess,” Qiu Congxue says, not at all embarrassed by the words coming out of her mouth.
“Never mind. Never mind. We are never doing this again. Get out.”
“What did I do?” Qiu Congxue asks, muffled around the cloth Shu Yanyan is currently shoving in her mouth.
“You were yourself,” Shu Yanyan tells her, slamming the door in her face.
…She’ll wait a reasonable amount of time and then send a message talisman to summon her again. Is a day reasonable? Maybe two.