Chapter 83: To Please
When she woke the next day, the sun was already slanting in the sky. Gao Yunqu cursed Fang Jian through gritted teeth, then rolled over and sat up in bed. Her inner clothes were neat, and though she was a little tired, her spirits were quite high. As she dressed, she thought to herself, That's youth for you—such stamina.
"Someone!" She pulled open the door and called out. Xiuzhu hurriedly put down what she was doing and came over to await her orders.
Gao Yunqu raised an eyebrow. "Xiuzhu? Why is it you? Where's A'yuan?"
Xiuzhu replied, "The head steward also suffered a great deal and is still recovering. The Young Lady told me to come wait on you first. Will you make do with me for now?"
"Fine. Serve the meal and prepare my bath." Xiuzhu had originally been her personal attendant. Though she had been given to Fang Jian, she wasn't an outsider. Gao Yunqu ate her meal, sat for a short while, and then prepared to bathe. As Xiuzhu helped her remove her clothes, she saw the scattered marks on her body. Her breath caught. She had often seen such marks on Fang Jian in years past, but she never thought she would one day see them on Gao Yunqu. No wonder her ladyship seemed a bit ill-tempered today. The Young Lady truly had some skill.
Gao Yunqu paid her no mind, sinking into the water with a satisfied sigh. She had been working day and night recently, and her baths had been extremely rushed. It had been a long time since she'd had such a leisurely soak. Xiuzhu let down her hair, wet it, and began to gently wash it.
She leaned against the side of the tub, glanced at Xiuzhu, and asked in a cold voice, "Where is she?"
Xiuzhu answered obediently, "The Young Lady went to the office early this morning."
"Hmph," Gao Yunqu snorted, showing her displeasure. "Relying on her youth… Hah…"
Xiuzhu didn't dare reply, focusing on her task.
But Gao Yunqu had no intention of letting her off. "Xiuzhu, tell me, what happened after I left the capital?"
Alarm bells rang in Xiuzhu's mind. She said hesitantly, "Did the Young Lady not tell you?"
"Her? She's an expert at avoiding the important and dwelling on the trivial," Gao Yunqu sneered.
Xiuzhu screamed internally, I'm done for! Her voice trembled as she said, "My lord, you said before that I belong only to the Young Lady…"
Fortunately, Gao Yunqu didn't make things difficult for her. She gave a short, derisive laugh and said, "Then just tell me what everyone else knows. I'll find out one way or another after I return to the capital anyway."
Xiuzhu breathed a sigh of relief and recounted what she could.
Gao Yunqu said nothing. This, in turn, made Xiuzhu's heart pound with fear. She probed in a small voice, "My lord, are you not angry?"
"I've already been angry. It's not too far from what I imagined. It's something she would do," Gao Yunqu said calmly.
"The Young Lady knows she was wrong…" Xiuzhu tried to put in a good word for Fang Jian.
"Hah," Gao Yunqu snorted again. "No matter. From now on, I'll discipline her myself. I'll beat her every time she does it. We'll see if she can remember then."
Xiuzhu apologized to Fang Jian in her heart and dared not say more, concentrating on her work.
Gao Yunqu emerged from her bath feeling refreshed. Xiuzhu dried her hair and, at her request, briefed her on the official matters at the front. Hearing that everything was on the right track, Gao Yunqu relaxed. She accepted their good intentions and stopped worrying about official business, asking Xiuzhu to fetch her a book of miscellaneous stories to read.
Night fell before Fang Jian pushed the door open and entered. Seeing Gao Yunqu's cold expression, she stopped in her tracks, feeling apprehensive. She stood by the door, not daring to approach.
Gao Yunqu found it strange. "Fang Linshen, you've already done it, what is there to be afraid of admitting? What are you scared of? Come here."
Fang Jian obediently walked closer, knelt down, and rested her head by Gao Yunqu's leg. She said softly, "I'm afraid you'll be angry, my lord."
Gao Yunqu's hand landed on her neck, a light touch. Her voice, a tingling caress, fell upon her ear. "When you refused to stop last night, why weren't you afraid I'd get angry then?"
Fang Jian's face turned red, and she said nothing.
Gao Yunqu patted the space beside her on the bed. "Get up here," she told her.
Fang Jian obediently sat beside her, prim and proper.
Gao Yunqu hooked a finger into the back of her collar and continued her command. "Take it off."
"My… my lord?" Fang Jian stammered.
Gao Yunqu softened her voice, coaxing, "Take it off. Let me see."
Fang Jian had already bathed before coming, having changed out of her official robes and into a simple house skirt and blouse. She hesitated for a moment, then obediently stood up, untied her sash, and let the skirt fall to the floor. Then she turned her back, sat down, and slipped off her top. Her bare back was revealed to Gao Yunqu, who leaned closer to examine the marks on her spine. There were some scratches on her shoulders, left by her the day before. Further down, several healed whip marks crisscrossed her back. She reached out and lightly touched the scars. Her fingers were a little cool, and the touch was slightly itchy. Fang Jian couldn't help but flinch.
Gao Yunqu was filled with some regret. "It was my fault. I was furious that day and struck too hard. It looks like these will scar."
"It's nothing. No one can see my back. It's good for it to remind me of this lesson." Fang Jian tried to pull her clothes back on, but Gao Yunqu stopped her. Gao Yunqu leaned down and pressed a kiss upon the scars she herself had left.
The skin of the back was extremely sensitive. Fang Jian trembled, a sound catching in her throat. Gao Yunqu wrapped her arms around her, her kisses traveling up from her back, tracing her spine all the way to her neck, where they lingered. She held Fang Jian from behind, her soft breasts pressing against Fang Jian's back through a layer of inner clothes. The soft, yielding sensation made her back grow warm, and her heart softened with it, melting into water.
Gao Yunqu kissed and held Fang Jian as they lay down, pressing down on top of her. Her dense kisses moved to the corner of her lips. Fang Jian parted them, letting her in. Their tongues tangled together, making wet, sucking sounds. It was no longer a one-sided taking, but a mutual comforting, a perfect blending. Their souls touched through the connection of their bodies, and an unprecedented satisfaction and joy filled them.
Gao Yunqu slid down and took the tie of Fang Jian's underpants between her teeth. She tilted her head slightly, pulling at the tie little by little until it came loose. Fang Jian, bare from the waist up, leaned against the headboard, watching her hold the tie in her mouth, her face flushed with passion. Blood rushed to Fang Jian's head. Her eyes could see only Gao Yunqu, nothing else. She reached a hand out to Gao Yunqu, but Gao Yunqu didn't take it. She sat up on her own, fumbled for the sash at her own waist, and pulled it free with excruciating slowness. The front of her inner robe fell open, revealing tantalizing glimpses of the scenery within. Fang Jian could bear it no longer. She sat up and embraced her, her hands slipping under her clothes. Her scorching palms cupped her supple waist, slid up her skin to hold her back, and then moved higher to peel away the thin garment. The clothes tangled around Fang Jian's own arms were also removed by Gao Yunqu. Now, both were bare-chested. They held each other tightly, like swans with necks entwined. Lips and tongues pressed against the tender flesh of necks, hands roamed over each other's backs, and breasts pressed together, erect nipples brushing against each other. Their gasps, though different in pitch, gradually fell into the same rhythm.
Gao Yunqu wrapped an arm around Fang Jian's waist and once again made her lie down. She stripped off both their underpants, letting their bare legs intertwine. Smooth skin rubbed against smooth skin, inevitably encountering the wetness between their thighs. Gao Yunqu bent her leg, using her thigh to grind against the space between Fang Jian's. The tide of moisture stained her thigh, and the sticky sound of their movements was clearly audible. Gao Yunqu reached a hand down, teasing with great patience, coaxing sounds from Fang Jian. The slick fluid between her legs pooled, drenching Gao Yunqu's hand. Her fingers circled the entrance for a moment before she tentatively pushed one inside.
The passage had not been visited for a long time. Fang Jian trembled slightly. Gao Yunqu kissed her earlobe and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Fang Jian shook her head, unable to bear it, and willingly spread her legs wider. Gao Yunqu then moved with confidence.
"Nn… ah…" A lovely sound escaped Fang Jian's lips, making Gao Yunqu's heart melt. Gentle kisses fell on her neck and between her brows as she called out, again and again, "A'jian… A'jian…"
"Mmm… my lord…"
Gao Yunqu's fingers stirred inside, making the spring waters within swell. Her own heart swelled with them, filled to the brim with an affection that felt like it would burst forth. The acts of the bedchamber were an outlet for desire, but when love was intertwined, carnal lust became secondary. Their souls entwined, wrapping each other in a blanket of love. Deep emotions flowed and exchanged between them during their intimate contact, like the most mellow wine, leaving one utterly intoxicated.
"A'jian, can I add another finger?"
"Mmm…" Fang Jian answered with a soft, sweet sound.
Gao Yunqu carefully sent in a second finger. Seeing Fang Jian frown, she slowed her movements.
"My lord… move…"
And so, a familiar storm swept Fang Jian away. She once again became a small boat in a tempest, tossed about until she swayed with passion. But this time, she was held in Gao Yunqu's tender and loving embrace. With every kiss, every thrust, she could feel how much Gao Yunqu cherished her. Love filled her with warmth. She felt like a cup filled with water, full and heavy, the water cresting the rim, about to spill but not yet spilling, teetering on the brink. Unable to bear any more, she wanted to flee, but that final drop still fell, striking the overflowing surface. The moment it merged, the water surged over the edge, scattering and falling.
Her eyes lost focus as she gasped for air. Gao Yunqu withdrew her fingers, rubbing outside to prolong the afterglow, her comforting lips and tongue licking away the sweat from her temples.
Fang Jian raised an arm to cover her eyes, panting as she withdrew from the tide of passion. Gao Yunqu held her, stroking her, waiting for her to calm down.
Suddenly, Fang Jian let out a soft laugh.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You never used to ask before, my lord."
Gao Yunqu was silent for a moment, then asked, "Did I ever hurt you before?"
"Mm… rarely."
So there had been times.
Gao Yunqu thought to herself. She and Fang Jian had shared countless moments of physical intimacy, and she was undoubtedly skilled at taking the lead. Everything about Fang Jian excited her—her tears or her moans, her pleasure or her trembling. What she liked was every little thing Fang Jian revealed while under her control. But that was control, not pleasure.
But now, she wanted to please Fang Jian, to make her so happy she lost her senses, to make it so her eyes and mind were filled with nothing but her.
"Can I continue?" Gao Yunqu tightened her arms, holding Fang Jian close, and asked by her ear.
"As long as you wish, my lord, you may." Fang Jian kissed her jaw, giving her permission.
Gao Yunqu rose and covered her body, her words blurring between kisses. "If it's uncomfortable, tell me."
Her kisses were dense and tender, piously worshipping every inch of Fang Jian's body. The more sensitive the spot, the more attention it received. Fang Jian moaned and tilted her head back, her long neck arching in a suggestive curve. But Gao Yunqu had no time to pay attention to what was above. Her lips and tongue circled Fang Jian's abdomen, stoking her desire, before sinking down to press against the space between her legs.
Her warm mouth enveloped the jade pearl between her legs. The previous climax had left the pearl engorged, swollen, and exquisitely sensitive. A rough tongue licked and sucked at it, throwing Fang Jian into disarray. She arched her hips and raised her body to reach for Gao Yunqu, but Gao Yunqu caught her hands and pushed her back against the headboard. This gave her a vantage point from which she could clearly see how Gao Yunqu lowered herself to please her between her legs. Her heart pounded.
The temperature and texture of lips and tongue were completely different from a hand. In just a moment, Fang Jian was letting out alluring gasps, her hand tightening on Gao Yunqu's. Gao Yunqu's lips and tongue delved deeper, sucking at her flower, swallowing all the nectar that flowed out. She lifted her head, letting Fang Jian see her moist lips and the movement of her throat as she swallowed, looking like a demoness luring one into the abyss.
Fang Jian felt like she was about to explode. She watched, dazed, as that version of Gao Yunqu lowered her head again, her tongue probing into the passage. At a time like this, even a soft tongue could feel hard, thrusting in a way that made her want to flee, but Gao Yunqu didn't let her. She caught Fang Jian's hand, pulling her closer.
Fang Jian squeezed her hand tightly, unintelligible sounds escaping her lips, yet she couldn't stop herself from arching her hips to meet her. And then, very quickly, she poured forth, her body going limp.
Fang Jian panted and trembled. Gao Yunqu was breathing lightly as well, her hot breath fanning the space between her legs, making Fang Jian's heart itch. She tugged on Gao Yunqu's fingers, signaling for her to come up. Gao Yunqu obediently climbed up, propping herself up to meet Fang Jian's gaze. Fang Jian's cheeks were still hot. She wrapped her arms around Gao Yunqu's shoulders and back, pulling her close, letting their bodies press together, their chests resonate, their breaths synchronize.
She recovered for a moment, then lifted a leg and slid it between Gao Yunqu's. The skin between her thighs was cool and slick. She pushed up, hearing Gao Yunqu, buried in her neck, let out a muffled moan. She whispered against Gao Yunqu's skin, "Do you want it, my lord?"
"Mmm…" Gao Yunqu admitted frankly.
So Fang Jian wrapped her arms around her and rolled over, reversing their positions. Fang Jian's kisses were even more feverish than Gao Yunqu's, surging forward with her intense passion. Gao Yunqu closed her eyes and accepted everything she had to give.
Countless lonely, unbearable nights; countless times she wanted to reach out but forced herself to act indifferent; countless times she tossed and turned, savoring the memory of a warmth she once possessed… Gao Yunqu's heart had never been like still water when it came to Fang Jian. Those desires were incredibly real. She had only been using the title of teacher and student to frame herself, to imprison her own desires in a cage of that name. She had once let desire transgress morality, but as Fang Jian's weight in her heart grew heavier and heavier, she could no longer casually say they were each just taking what they needed. To love someone was not to control and possess them, but for two equal souls to draw close. Their beginning had been a mistake; how could she continue to compound it? So she gave up, she stopped. But thankfully, Fang Jian did not.
Pleasure made Gao Yunqu break out in a fine sweat. Her body felt a little sticky, but at a moment like this, she found she still had the mind to reminisce about the past. She wrapped her arms around Fang Jian's equally damp neck and spoke to her in broken phrases.
"A'jian… do you know, I'm a terrible person… hah… what kind of good person would entice a seventeen-year-old you to do this?"
Fang Jian bit her shoulder lightly, making her feel a sting of pain. "Of course I know. My lord, what do you think I was thinking when I knelt before you? I was thinking that I would make you lose your head over me, and then I would use your influence to summon the wind and rain… You see, what kind of noble person does that make me?"
Fang Jian put some force into her thrusts, crashing wantonly inside her. Gao Yunqu curled up, unable to bear it, rendered speechless.
"My lord, can you guess how much I used to want to treat you like this? I even fantasized countless times about returning everything you ever did to me, right back onto you. In my dreams, you were utterly wretched… For countless nights, I used such fantasies to console myself before falling asleep…"
"You… you still can… if you want…"
"I can't bear to. I've found that when I truly can do anything to you, all I want is to make you happy… happy because of me." Fang Jian took Gao Yunqu's hand and pressed it against the pillow. Her fingertips climbed from her palm, little by little, until they finally squeezed between her five fingers and tightened. Their two hands were now entwined in an extremely intimate posture, just like their bodies.
Fang Jian ground against the most sensitive spot inside Gao Yunqu, over and over. Waves of dizziness washed over Gao Yunqu. Her fingers tightened unconsciously, her hand clasped with Fang Jian's. The base of her fingers ached from the pressure, but all they felt was satisfaction.
Gao Yunqu sucked in a breath, suppressing her voice. She was close. Forcing back a moan, she whispered in Fang Jian's ear, "I'm sorry…" For her past condescending arrogance.
"No. I like it when you treat me that way. Only I have that privilege, right?"
"Mmm…" Gao Yunqu felt her body and soul screaming. She hugged Fang Jian with all her might, with a force that seemed to want to melt her into her own body. Amidst the crashing waves of passion, tears welled up as she responded, "You win, A'jian. You win…"
"There is no winning or losing. This is our mutual benefit. You entrust your heart to me, and I entrust mine to you. From now on, we are inseparable, following each other in life and death. Is that not so?"
Gao Yunqu fell from a great height. Her heavy body broke through the wind, plummeting down. Her soul seemed to leave her body, drifting, not knowing where it was going. Then someone caught her. Her soul re-entered its vessel, filling her limbs and bones once more. The pleasure of body and soul becoming one made her tremble.
Fang Jian's voice was sometimes distant, sometimes near, but it landed clearly in her heart. "My lord, life is finite; without you, what joy is there! I have told you of all the days and nights I have adored you. For the rest of our lives, will you walk with me?"
"Yes."
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