Ships and Love

Tears

Jiang Cheng x Lan Jingyi

Lime, Fluff, Angst

Happy Ending

Past

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Their relationship wasn't one others should've known. Lan Jingyi knew that fact. Everything would come back down at them...Especially if people found out.

Just earlier, Head of the Jiang Sect was acting 'improper' towards him. He could've acted as a victim in this matter, but somehow, he couldn't and was prepared not to.

The Head himself initiated this 'mutual agreement'. To protect himself, he told the head that he would not have anything to do with the problems that arose with the Head's so called 'agreement'.

It was at first, he thought that he would be able to let it go in the future, let himself go of all the problems once the time finished. But every time the Head came to himself to renew the 'agreement', he agreed. Slowly, he became infatuated by the head, not knowing why.

In every meeting, sometimes even the Head went over to Gusu after the curfew and snuck into his room. Every time, he woke up as a tired mess and almost everyone made fun of him. Sizhui was concerned, but it must be hidden.

He didn't know why the Head chose him in the first place. Out of any ordinary Lan Sect disciple, he was chosen. What was different about him? Probably the style of his hair that wasn't really fitting with the others, or was it the way he conducted himself? Either reason, he believed that none of them should've caught the Head's eye.

He usually just let the Head did whatever he wanted. He didn't know what to do or what happened to his body. He knew it was pleasurable and that his body became increasingly more sensitive by time. He got weird looks during lectures because of his jumpiness after a night of pleasure.

And the sensitivity seemed to have grown more each time the Head visited.

Like any other day, he let the Head do whatever he wanted. The rough hand of the Head roamed around his body indecently. Every place he touch burned, turning pink. He was shy, still shy, even though it wasn't the first few times they had did it. This type of agreement wouldn't last long.

Even though he felt like getting the long end of the stick, he felt unable to remove himself from the pleasurable touches that was brought upon him by the Head. It was ironic. He was a bright disciple of the Lan Sect, yet he wouldn't be able to separate himself from pleasure. How would he become the otherworldly cultivator if he held on to mortal cravings?

Though, by time, it didn't seem like he was craving the touches... Rather... Something else.

As if he was looking for something within the touches that he wanted. Gentle, rough, long, or short. Each time he was searching for something...

And when it stopped, he didn't know what came over him.

The Head stopped looking for him altogether. Every time he saw the Head, he never spared a glance at him. He was confused, but he had no authority to confront the Head. Not only the authority, he also lacked the courage. Why would he want to look for the Head? Because he felt disadvantaged?

He chuckled at himself, he felt like a virgin woman getting her purity taken away. Once a woman was no longer pure, she wasn't able to do anything. She was of no value to anyone...