Chapter 85: Extra · The Study
In the eyes of the eighteen-year-old Fang Jian, what kind of person was Gao Yunqu? She was undoubtedly powerful, undoubtedly a superior, undoubtedly a controller. Eternally composed, eternally noble and refined, like the moon in the sky—her clear, bright light inspiring an awe that permitted one only to gaze from afar, never to profane. But this Gao Yunqu would, at times, be touched by desire. Her desire was not one of direct aggression; more often, it was a perfectly measured control. She rarely hurt Fang Jian, rarely caused her pain, but she liked Fang Jian's compliance, liked Fang Jian's submission. She would not forcefully demand anything of Fang Jian, but when that teasing, meaningful gaze fell upon her, Fang Jian's legs would involuntarily weaken, and she would submit to her every demand, to be taken as she pleased.
Just like now.
When the two of them were in the study, there were usually no attendants present. Even Gao Yuan and Xiuzhu would only wait outside in the courtyard. Gao Yunqu possessed an enormous study—it was less a study and more a library. When Fang Jian first arrived, she had been filled with envy, and not just her; all scholars dreamed of having such a place. But Gao Yunqu did not treat this mountain of books with reverence. Her daily affairs depended on the study: handling documents, drafting memorials, holding internal and external discussions, and passing her leisure time. Most of her time was spent here, so it was all quite ordinary. Even sating her desires would happen here.
Fang Jian was dressed in a light skirt and blouse, her beautiful hair coiled into a simple bun on top of her head, secured with an exquisite dangling hairpin. As she walked, the hairpin swayed gently, and the loose ends of her hair behind her swung along with it.
Gao Yunqu sat behind the desk, watching her with great interest, occasionally directing her to find some book or another. The longer it went on, the deeper the flush on Fang Jian's face became. Her clothes were neat, but underneath she wore no undergarments; Gao Yunqu had forbidden it. She had been hesitant at first, but had yielded to Gao Yunqu's unquestionable gaze, dizzily complying with her request. And then she saw the smile on Gao Yunqu's lips, like a reward.
There was no one else around, but the empty coolness underneath her clothes always made Fang Jian nervous. As she moved, the rough outer fabric chafed her nipples, causing them to grow hard and erect. She quietly glanced down, feeling as if her breasts were pushing against the fabric, that the raised points might be visible. She felt hot, and the friction between her legs was strange.
Gao Yunqu called to her again. She answered, and, holding the book, she emerged from behind a bookshelf and walked quickly to place it on Gao Yunqu's desk. Gao Yunqu glanced at her, a look that seemed to question her less-than-swift response. She dared not speak, nor did she dare to look at Gao Yunqu. Gao Yunqu's eyes seemed capable of piercing through her, of seeing everything she tried to hide. Fortunately, Gao Yunqu did not press the matter and simply stated another book title. She didn't say where it was, only that Fang Jian should find it herself. But Fang Jian was not that familiar with the locations of the books, and sometimes she had to search for a long time. The more anxious she became, the harder it was to find. She could almost feel Gao Yunqu's scrutinizing gaze passing through the rows of shelves to land on her. And what was stranger still was that amidst this panic, she found herself becoming aroused. Perhaps it was the friction of her legs as she walked, perhaps it was her clothes chafing her nipples, or perhaps it was Gao Yunqu's gaze, which felt like it had hooks that were stripping her bare. The space between her legs began to grow moist, a little itchy, a little empty. She steadied herself against a bookshelf, panting softly.
Gao Yunqu seemed to have seen. She called her name again. So Fang Jian swallowed her shame, hid her desire, and pretended nothing had happened. She answered and walked quickly to Gao Yunqu's side, handing her the book.
But this time, Gao Yunqu did not name another title. She watched Fang Jian at her leisure. Though she was sitting, and thus lower than Fang Jian, Fang Jian felt as if she were being looked down upon and scrutinized.
No one spoke. The study suddenly fell silent. Even the dust motes dancing in the sunlight seemed to be snickering. Fang Jian still didn't dare to look at Gao Yunqu. She was always like a frightened little animal; the slightest disturbance would make her retract her outstretched hand. Her hands, hanging at her sides, pointlessly clutched her skirt, fiddling with the embroidery. She knew Gao Yunqu was watching her too.
After a long, long time, she heard Gao Yunqu's voice. She patted her own thigh and said, "Sit here."
Fang Jian obediently sat sideways in her lap, instinctively raising her hands to hook them around her neck. Gao Yunqu wrapped her arms around her, and with both hands encircling her, she opened the book Fang Jian had just delivered.
"The clarity of water is what is meant by the goodness of nature. Therefore, it is not that good and evil are two opposing things within nature, each emerging on its own. This principle is the Mandate of Heaven. To follow it is the Way. To cultivate oneself by following this, so that each attains its proper share, is education1. What does it mean?" Gao Yunqu's tests were everywhere.
Fang Jian had not read this book before. She answered haltingly, based on a half-understanding of the literal meaning, her heart in her throat. According to past practice, failing to answer would likely result in punishment.
But not this time. Gao Yunqu seemed not to have heard her, and simply began to explain it herself, then continued lecturing from that passage.
Fang Jian listened intently, but after a short while, she couldn't help but shift restlessly. One of Gao Yunqu's hands rested on the book, but the other had lifted her skirt.
The rising hem brought a breeze. Her bare calves were the first to feel the coolness, and then they were grasped by Gao Yunqu's warm hand. The web of her thumb pressed against the round curve of her calf, kneading gently, then slowly moved upward, stroking past the bend of her knee to pinch and toy with her inner thigh. It didn't hurt, but it was shameful. The soft flesh of her inner thigh was connected to the secret place between her legs, and Fang Jian thought she could hear a sticky, wet sound coming from herself. A wave of shame and heat washed over her entire body. Her ears were so filled with these things that she could barely hear Gao Yunqu's lecture. She couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, trapping Gao Yunqu's hand between them. Gao Yunqu's lecture paused for a moment, then she pried her legs open with an authority that could not be questioned, spreading them even wider than before.
She didn't dare close them again, precariously enduring the violation. Gao Yunqu was satisfied, and the sound of her lecture resumed. Her hand caressed the bare skin of her thigh, a tingling numbness. The words of the sages were recited, clear and cold, right beside her ear. Fang Jian didn't know which to pay attention to.
Gao Yunqu's hand slid up her inner thigh and found the wetness between her legs. Her voice faltered for a moment, and Fang Jian's face instantly flushed crimson with shame. Gao Yunqu was lecturing her, yet her mind had wandered and she was soaked through. This was truly…
Gao Yunqu chuckled softly. Her palm found the heart of the flower and kneaded it roughly a few times. Fang Jian immediately moaned aloud. The wetness soaked Gao Yunqu's hand. She inserted a single knuckle, hooking and teasing shallowly, drawing out more fluid and Fang Jian's suppressed gasps.
But it was far from enough. Fang Jian panted against Gao Yunqu's ear, "Lord…" The invitation was unmistakable.
Gao Yunqu asked with a smile, "You want it?"
"Mmm…"
"Endure it."
The knuckle moved in and out, but only teased the entrance. More and more fluid flowed, soaking her dress. Fang Jian whimpered softly and shifted, trying to press herself against Gao Yunqu's finger, to secretly take in more. Gao Yunqu withdrew and pressed down on her lower abdomen, denying her satisfaction.
Fang Jian clung to her, nuzzling her neck like a small animal in a silent plea. She arched her chest and lifted her hips. Her long fingers suddenly sank into the soft, plump flesh. A flash of satisfaction rose in Gao Yunqu's eyes, only to be hidden again. She lowered her head and, through the thin summer blouse, took an erect nipple into her mouth.
The small pearl at the tip was hard and swollen. As her thin lips closed over it, a slight pain shot through her entire body. She licked it, her saliva soaking a circle on the fabric, outlining the nipple even more clearly. She sucked, as if she could truly draw something out, making Fang Jian's need even more unbearable. She arched her body, rubbing her sensitive spot against the fingers embedded in her flesh, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. But the relief was momentary. The next moment, Gao Yunqu pinched the other small pearl on her lower body, squeezing just hard enough to make Fang Jian's passion die down, stifling the desire within her. She begged for mercy, her voice thick with tears. Gao Yunqu released her, then toyed with the pearl gently. The light touch made desire climb again. Fang Jian couldn't help it; she arched to grind against her again, only to have her very soul seized once more.
Now Fang Jian finally understood. Gao Yunqu would not allow her pleasure, would not allow her release. She was a little lost, not knowing what she had done wrong. She pleaded softly, "Lord…"
"Be good. Endure it." Gao Yunqu understood her confusion. The hand that had been on the book now wrapped around her, coming out from the other side to grasp one of her breasts. Still through her blouse, the soft flesh was shaped by the fabric, kneaded, and teased. The other breast was tended to by lips and tongue—licked, lightly bitten. The pearl below was played with simultaneously. This three-pronged attack instantly made Fang Jian lose her senses. She was like a rope pulled taut, so tight that the slightest bit more force would snap it. She struggled and wept on this verge of breaking. The jewels on her hairpin swayed, reflecting the light, making tiny clinking sounds that accompanied the rhythm of the kneading and Fang Jian's sobbing gasps. The sight was indescribably beautiful, filling Gao Yunqu's reddened eyes and her restless heart. Her desire was born from Fang Jian, and only by Fang Jian would it be quelled.
After an unknown amount of time, Gao Yunqu finally stopped. Fang Jian gasped for air, seizing the chance to rest. In a daze, she heard Gao Yunqu's smiling question, "Where was I in my lecture?"
Fang Jian nervously clutched Gao Yunqu's wrist. How could she possibly remember?
Gao Yunqu twisted her wrist, breaking free. Instead, she captured Fang Jian's hand and guided it under her own skirt. "You weren't listening, were you? A'jian, touch yourself. Ask yourself what you've been doing."
Gao Yunqu made her touch her own wetness, then pressed her fingers inside her own body. Fang Jian felt her own wet, tight passage and trembled. Gao Yunqu knew exactly how to control her. Just a few words had made her flood with wetness, all of it now blocked inside by her own hand, making her feel very full.
Gao Yunqu added one of her own fingers, moving them together. Fang Jian, suddenly filled, instinctively shrank back, but Gao Yunqu's other hand pressed against the small of her back.
"Why are you running? Weren't you being very forward just now?"
Gao Yunqu guided her hand to the deepest point, then withdrew. The soft flesh opened and closed, pulsing an invitation for them to enter. So she was guided deep inside again.
"Touch it. How does it feel?" Gao Yunqu curled her fingertip inside her, touching the walls of her passage. Fang Jian's hand felt like it wasn't her own. She did as she was commanded, and when she realized what she was doing, the sensation intensified.
Shame, immense shame. But the shame made her clench around the two fingers, tightening herself. Gao Yunqu sensed the change. She held her close, letting her bury her head in her neck, and suddenly accelerated the movements of her hand.
"Ahhh…" Fang Jian's legs went rigid, assaulted by the sudden thrusts. She could no longer suppress her voice. Her mind was shattered by the fierce wave, utterly destroyed, collapsing in ruins.
She came around two fingers, unable to close her legs. This orgasm was especially violent and long. She could feel herself still trembling from time to time. Gao Yunqu slowly moved her fingers in and out, prolonging the afterglow. The movements made gurgling sounds that were exceptionally clear in the quiet study. The white light faded, and reason returned. Fang Jian belatedly saw her current state: debauched, disheveled, depraved. She was a prisoner of desire, and the other end of the chain was in Gao Yunqu's hand. Gao Yunqu could always control her. This was what it meant to be a bird in the palm.
She moved her wrist, trying to break free from Gao Yunqu's grasp. Gao Yunqu did not stop her. She pulled her hand from her own wet cunt. Her fingers were pale from the moisture. She slumped limply in Gao Yunqu's arms. Gao Yunqu kneaded her blood-engorged clitoris for a moment, enjoying her sensitive, frightened state after orgasm, then also withdrew from inside her. The entrance, no longer blocked, twitched open and closed, hidden under her skirt, a secret only Fang Jian knew.
Gao Yunqu held her, closed her legs, and lifted her up a bit, letting her nestle softly in her embrace. She kissed her temple.
This was the reward. An obedient little pet deserved a reward.
Author's Notes
1From Reflections on Things at Hand. The same passage Gao Yunqu asked Zhong Yao about in Chapter 65.
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