150. Confession Night 1
Watching the two departing figures, Kiana seemed frozen in place, unable to recover for a long time.
Beside her, Raiden Mei took a deep breath, struggling to suppress her surging emotions, and her face regained its former gentle smile.
She took a step forward, wanting to approach Kiana, to gently comfort her as she had in the past, perhaps restoring their relationship to its former state.
"Yes, that's how it should be," Mei silently encouraged herself.
However, she had only taken two steps when Kiana's dazed murmur clearly pierced her ears:
"Did I lose?... Is this the end?... Just like that, I'm giving up, letting Sister Lemuen have it?"
A bad premonition instantly coiled around Mei's heart like cold vines.
Sure enough, Kiana, who had been dejected just a moment ago, seemed to have been injected with new vitality. Not only did she show no signs of dejection, but a strange spark of excitement even ignited in her eyes.
"What a joke! The Kaslana family has no rule against admitting defeat!" She clenched her fist, shouting defiantly, "Just you wait, see how I... I mean, how I'll win him back with charm and sincerity!"
Having finished her declaration, Kiana, completely oblivious to the petrified Mei behind her, rushed towards the direction where Xiling and Lemuen had left like a gust of wind.
Watching that familiar figure resolutely depart once again, Raiden Mei stood frozen in place, her mind seemingly frozen by Kiana's earth-shattering words—the phrase "...win him back" echoing repeatedly in her mind.
"Win... him back?"
After a brief blank, a flash of understanding, like lightning piercing through the fog, instantly illuminated her darkened heart.
"…Yes!"
An unprecedented smile, tinged with a resolute determination and a hint of darkness, slowly bloomed on her delicate face, her gaze fixed on the direction Kiana had disappeared in.
"Kiana…wait for me," Mei whispered, her voice unwavering.
"Just get her back…yes, yes, that's it."
...
"Sirin, could you please get off my boyfriend?" Lemeun's signature gentle smile was now strained under immense pressure, on the verge of cracking.
"No!" Kiana, clinging to Xiling's back, refused without hesitation, burying her face even deeper into the back of Xiling's neck, her arms and legs gripping him even tighter like an octopus. Her voice was muffled, filled with deep grievance and resentment: "I...I was the one who confessed to him first! Why did Xiling reject me?!"
Lemeun's eyes instantly lost their usual gentleness, becoming somewhat vacant.
She had thought that the other woman would at least back down after learning the truth, but she never expected this white-haired girl to dare to act so blatantly in front of her, the "official girlfriend," and even hug Xiling so intimately! Lemeun herself had never been so brazen with Xiling!
Watching Kiana's almost greedy way of breathing heavily against Xiling's back, a surge of intense anger and resentment uncontrollably rushed to Lemeun's head.
"A madwoman...she's simply an incomprehensible madwoman!" She gritted her teeth inwardly.
Meanwhile, Xiling, being used as a human-shaped body pillow, sat stiffly on the sofa, his face etched with exhaustion and helplessness, his heart screaming silently, "So... what exactly is going on here?!"
Strictly speaking, he and Lemeun had indeed confessed their feelings to each other, and were now officially boyfriend and girlfriend... right?
But this relationship seemed to have come too naturally. They were too familiar with each other, and establishing a relationship hadn't brought about the dramatic changes they had anticipated.
After dinner, they walked home side-by-side as usual, forgetting even the most basic couple's gesture of holding hands.
Then, upon entering the door, he was greeted by this white furball pouncing him like a tiger... and thus, this scene unfolded before him.
"Xiling has already rejected you," Lemeun began to remind her.
"But I won't give up! I love Xiling, I absolutely, absolutely won't let go!" Kiana stubbornly met her gaze, her arms tightening around Xiling's neck.
Lemeun's gaze shifted to Xiling, who sat helplessly on the sofa. Xiling's heart skipped a beat, thinking Lemeun wanted him to tear this stubborn leech off, and just as he was about to do so...
Lemeun silently moved behind Kiana, her hands gripping Kiana's armpits with the precision of iron clamps, and with a sudden upward pull!
"Whoa?" Kiana exclaimed, not having time to resist, she was instantly lifted off Xiling's back like a kitten being grabbed by the scruff of its neck.
Kiana stiffly turned her head, meeting Lemeun's empty, chilling eyes. Her previous self-righteousness deflated like a punctured balloon, leaving only guilt.
"Th-that... Sister Lemeun, I was wrong..." Kiana's voice trailed off, her eyes unfocused.
"Oh?" Lemeun's voice was deep. "Then tell me, what did you do wrong?"
Kiana, who had never seen Lemeun like this before, subconsciously swallowed, tentatively asking with a glimmer of hope, "…Shouldn't I have given you two some more private time…?"
Lemeun's lips slowly curled upwards.
"Heh…You're completely missing the point."
Seeing Lemeun's attitude, Xiling on the sofa couldn't help but swallow as well—the other party was angry!… He was just about to quietly get up and slip away when Lemeun's icy voice stopped him:
"Xiling, you just sit there. Don't move."
"Uh…this…isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Xiling said, but his body betrayed him, and he sat back down, giving Kiana a helpless look.
A bad premonition washed over Kiana. The next second, Lemeun grabbed her and turned her around, sitting on the sofa herself, then flipped Kiana over—making her lie face down on her knees! Kiana's face was now facing Xiling, who was covering his face on the opposite sofa!
The cool touch of her skirt being gently lifted made Kiana stiffen.
"Naughty child..." Lemeun's deep voice clearly penetrated Kiana's ears, "... have to be punished."
*Smack!*
A crisp, loud slap echoed in the room!
A searing pain instantly spread from her buttocks, and Kiana couldn't help but gasp, her face flushing bright red!
"Wait... Sister Lemeun! Wait!" Kiana, both ashamed and anxious, struggled to explain or beg for mercy.
However…
*Slap! Slap! Slap!*
Lemeun didn't give her a chance to speak. Her hand, imbued with divine power, mercilessly rained down, the slaps landing precisely on Kiana's pert bottom like dense raindrops, making her howl and kick her legs wildly.
She had never suffered such humiliation in her life! Especially…
"Waaah… no, not in front of Xiling!" Kiana cried out, her voice trembling with sobs, the intense shame almost overwhelming her.
The burning pain in her buttocks and Xiling's covered face with his eyes peeking through his fingers, with a mixture of helplessness and embarrassment, intertwined to create a strange, indescribable feeling that made her whole body numb.
Xiling, seeing this, couldn't bear it any longer and weakly said, "Um… Lemeun, maybe… You should let it go?"
Lemeun merely turned her head slightly, and Xiling instantly choked on his words. He immediately raised his hands in surrender, giving Kiana a look that seemed to say, "I tried my best, hang in there."
However, when Xiling met Kiana's deep blue eyes, which were glistening with tears from pain, shame, and struggle, even veiled by a strange mist, he had a feeling that... she might be enjoying it?
Thinking this, Xiling's initially somewhat reluctant gaze instantly turned into one of disgust.
"This kid deserves it."
However, Kiana, noticing Xiling's disdainful look, became even more...excited!
Lemeun, who also noticed this, was exasperated and immediately told Xiling to leave. Back in his own room, Xiling listened to the increasingly loud and rapid slapping sounds outside, along with the girl's cries of pain, and smiled silently.
After an unknown amount of time, when Xiling, sitting in his chair, finished reading and replying to Durandal's message, the sounds outside finally stopped.
Not long after, Xiling's door opened, and Lemeun walked in with a helpless expression, closing the door behind her.
Seeing her like this, Xiling couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"What's wrong? Didn't you already punish her? Why do you still look so sullen?"
Xiling's laughter made the previously somewhat helpless Lemeun chuckle.
"I never realized before that the child's personality was like this."
"People, after spending time together for a period of time, will have their true nature naturally reveal itself. This is just her true self," Xiling answered with a smile.
"You seem to know her quite well?" Lemeun said, taking a step towards Xiling.
Xiling didn't deny it: "I know her a little bit, just like you."
"Really?" Before the words were finished, Lemeun was already in front of Xiling. She gently wrapped her arms around Xiling's neck and sat on his lap, the two of them facing each other.
At this moment, a gentle smile returned to Lemeun's face: "How does it feel?"
"What… do you mean?" Xiling tilted his head.
"You know perfectly well what I mean," Lemeun laughed, putting her arms around his neck, "Of course, what I mean is—how does it feel to have such a beautiful girl like me confess to you?"
"To be honest, I don't feel anything particularly special," Xiling admitted, "We're still the same as before, I trust you, just like I trust Kevin, and the Tarnished."
"But you still accepted my confession, didn't you?" Lemeun tilted her head slightly, her gaze searching.
"If even I refuse, who else can accept you?" Xiling chuckled softly; his eyes were gentle.
However, the instant those words left his lips, a clear image flashed through his mind—a white-haired girl at a brightly lit party, smiling as she reached out her hand to him, forcefully pulling him onto the stage; the image was vivid yet jarring.
In that moment of distraction, Lemeun's eyes seemed to catch something; that emptiness vanished in an instant, almost imperceptible. A smile bloomed on her face, her body soft and boneless as she slowly pressed against Xiling, her warm chest gently against his. She tilted her head back, her voice carrying a subtle, alluring quality:
"So… with such a beautiful girlfriend like me around, don't you want to do something?"
Xiling blurted out almost without thinking, "I want to go to sleep early."
Lemeun's smile froze instantly, leaving her speechless.
"...Are you serious?"
"What else?" Xiling stood up, still holding Lemeun's legs, and walked to the bedside, intending to put her down.
However, Lemeun didn't let go; instead, she pulled hard! Caught off guard, Xiling was pulled down and fell heavily onto the bed. Lemeun lay on her back, her gaze fixed intently on Xiling, who was on top of her.
"Who starts thinking about this and that right after confessing?" Xiling said irritably.
"But I've been waiting for so long." Lemeun's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible grievance.
After saying that, she gently closed her eyes, her arms around his neck not loosening at all. Xiling could easily break free with a little effort, but...
The other's feelings and expectations had been so clearly shown; he should respond.
Xiling slowly lowered his head, approaching Lemeun, who was waiting with her eyes closed.
Their lips gently touched. Just as Xiling's kiss was fleeting, and he was about to lift his head, Lemeun's legs suddenly tightened around his waist! Her arms around his neck also tightened, pinning him down, unable to move.
That initial gentle touch was instantly ignited. Lemeun, as if suppressing something for a long time, began to demand fiercely and greedily. She took control of the kiss, deepening the entanglement until she was almost suffocating, then pantingly pushed Xiling away.
A thin, ambiguous silver thread connected their parted lips.
Lemeun's cheeks flushed a beautiful red. Under Xiling's gaze, she raised a hand to gently touch her burning cheeks, a hint of satisfied slyness in her eyes:
"Thank you for the treat."
"Should I reply with 'You're welcome, guest'?" Xiling wiped his mouth, his expression subtle.
With that, he stood up, grabbed his change of clothes, and headed straight for the bathroom.
Xiling had just locked the door and taken off his clothes when he heard a sharp "click" from the lock—the door had been forced open. He turned around abruptly to see Lemeun walking in with a sly smile.
"...Is my door alright?" Xiling asked helplessly, looking at the damaged lock.
"You'll probably have to call someone to fix it," Lemeun said nonchalantly, gently closing the door behind her.
"I'm taking a shower. What are you doing?" Xiling instinctively tried to hide himself.
"I need to take a shower too," Lemeun said matter-of-factly, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"We can do it together~ Don't be shy, and yours…" she deliberately dragged out the last word, "It's not like I haven't seen it before, is it?"
"No! What kind of suggestive language is that?" Xiling nearly choked on his saliva.
"And… what do you mean, 'It's not like I haven't seen it before'?"
"Hehe," Lemeun just chuckled smugly, offering no further explanation. She slowly raised her hand and began unbuttoning her blouse, then her skirt.
When the girl was wearing two layers of clothing, she opened her arms.
"My love~ could you do me a small favor~ help me untie this."
"…Can't you do it yourself?" Despite his reluctance, Xiling walked up to the girl and removed the final shackles.
Soon, the girl's flawless white body was displayed before Xiling without reservation.
In the next room.
Kiana, her bottom sticking out, her face almost pressed against the cold wall, her little face full of displeasure. She strained her ears, but could only faintly hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom; she couldn't catch anything else.
"Sister Lemeun was too rough..." she grumbled, rubbing her still-aching bottom, "I said I didn't mind sharing... Ouch, my bottom still hurts!"
She rubbed her ear against the wall again, angrily muttering, "What are they doing in there? Why is there no other sound besides the water?"
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[T/N]: Sorry for the late update got sick since yesterday