181 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

### Chapter 181 - The Day-to-Day Life of Reincarnating as a Malicious Senior Sister (GL) **For a Lifetime, Never to Part—** The girl's voice was resolute, soft and delicate, with an undertone of possessiveness almost spilling from her throat. Such overwhelming attachment and infatuation made a scorching blush flood Jiu Ying's face in an instant. Before she could calm her frantic heartbeat, a sweet-scented warmth brushed past her neck. The next moment, the girl's fingertip landed, its forefinger tracing along her jaw to touch her skin silently at her right cheek. This tiny gesture of intimacy brimmed with affectionate cherishing. She hadn't had time to react before that restless hand disappeared. A gentle breeze brushed past, wafting an ephemeral scent of cool green plums in the air, in harmony with the lush greenery, making the fragrance even more enchanting. The source of the fragrance was beside her; Fu Ling turned slightly, nudging her nose toward the woman's neck, indeed catching that faint aroma once more. She loosened her grip from the woman's waist and allowed her wide eyes to fixate timidly on that slender, fair neck, reigniting a thought that had just settled in her mind. In such a blissful moment, she longed to engage in more intimate acts with her senior sister. As desire rushed forth, so did a pang of heartache. Having experienced the onset of her emotional parasite many times, she had grown almost accustomed to the pain. Even though her body trembled, she stubbornly refused to yield, her mind filled with a fanciful kiss. The stronger the yearning, the more intense the parasite's reaction, and the more frequent the heart's sharp pangs. Not daring to let her beloved perceive her abnormalities, she swiftly shifted her gaze away from that smooth neck and steered the conversation elsewhere. "This tree symbolizes vitality. It can save the Kun beast's life and also heal my wounds. Senior Sister, you needn't worry that my spiritual energy will be depleted." Bodies entwined closely, Jiu Ying vaguely sensed something amiss with Fu Ling. Yet, when she turned to look at that delicate face, she noticed nothing unusual. She reached out to touch the girl's abdomen, releasing a thread of spiritual energy through her fingertips that quickly passed through the fabric into the girl's body. As expected, the girl's previously empty dantian was now filled with five kinds of spiritual essence, countless celestial spiritual energies flowing through her meridians. Having lived twice, it was the first time Jiu Ying encountered such a miraculous scene. Jiu Ying was deeply astonished, her brow furrowing slightly before she couldn't resist letting her palm linger above the girl's dantian. It was at this moment that she noticed the subtle trembling of the other's body, so faint she hadn’t realized until now. She opened her mouth, about to ask what was wrong, when her lowered gaze caught a pair of eyes misted with watery emotion. Those eyes were filled with a hidden yearning, suppressed and restrained, discernible at a glance— Fu Ling's emotional parasite was acting up again. The parasite gripped her with pain. In her past life, unaware of the parasite, it was the sight of the sect's massacre and the deaths of her loved ones that drove her to break free from its clutches solely through hatred for Si Qi. Of her entire life, that was the only moment she truly felt the parasite's heart-devouring agony. So excruciating, it penetrated her very soul, and even now in this life, she is occasionally haunted in midnight dreams by the memories of such pain, tormented to sleepless nights. Having endured it once was unforgettable. How many times had Fu Ling in this lifetime suffered such agony already? The soft abdomen beneath her palm continued to tremble, so subtly that not even the surrounding branches noticed. Her heart had never ached more than at this moment. Sunlight spilled down, casting mottled shadows. Fu Ling believed she had masked her suffering well, unaware that Jiu Ying had already understood all of her pain. She bit her lip, forcing herself to ignore the anguish at her chest, one hand still wrapped around her beloved's waist while the other gripped a branch behind her, the rough bark pressing painfully into her palm, yet she felt nothing, only tightening her grip. "Senior Sister, I'm okay. Should we be preparing to head back?" Stared at intently by Jiu Ying for long, Fu Ling's face inexplicably flushed. She refused to acknowledge it, unwilling to let go. In moments unseen, she always masochistically recalled the few meager kisses shared with Jiu Ying. Each recollection was a rebellion against the parasite, a torturous ordeal. To escape the pain brought by the emotional parasite, the simplest way was to forget love, to flee from desire. But she didn't want to do that. She liked Jiu Ying, would forever like Jiu Ying, and nothing could stop her. Just like now, even while tormented by the parasite, she could still curve her lips into a smile for her beloved. "Senior Sister—" Whenever the emotional parasite flared, every call to her beloved drove the parasite to madness. Simply uttering those two words deepened the pain in her chest further. Jiu Ying's expression turned cold, a chill forming between her brows, her entire being resembling a beautiful ice sculpture. Beautiful, yes, but devoid of warmth. A breeze swept, tousling her long hair about her shoulders, a wisp brushing against her face, lightly resting against her tightly pressed lips, making her cheek's skin appear even fairer and flawless. Watching the scene unfold before her, Fu Ling felt a surge of infatuated love she couldn't suppress. She released her grip from the branch, subconsciously aiming to brush away the lock of hair blown by the wind over her beloved’s lips, only for her wrist to be firmly seized before she could touch the exquisite face. The sudden obstruction was unexpected. Before she could recover, her body was pressed against the tree trunk, her right hand raised high in the air pinned behind her. Looking up, a stunning, cold face appeared before her. "What are you thinking?" The woman's voice was icy, drifting softly past her ears. Though spoken in a calm tone, she caught a hint of panic and unease. No, not a hint, but a flood. Jiu Ying was troubled. Fu Ling's breath hitched, the smile at the corner of her lips freezing in place. A peculiar silence enveloped them until her beloved's face edged closer once more, prompting her to exhale lightly, her expression resuming its natural calm. "What is Senior Sister talking about?" "I said—what are you thinking? Tell me, what do you want?" Jiu Ying's gaze fell, her voice now soft and gentle. Her words were clear—Fu Ling's heart raced, as if a stone clogged her throat, hampering her breath, each inhalation causing her chest to rise and fall heavily. She knew Jiu Ying had realized she was afflicted by the emotional parasite and had identified her shameful, forbidden desires. Being so young, it was embarrassing to have someone she liked reveal her secret so plainly. She remembered clearly how Sister Chun Xi had once said that to know if someone liked you, you should see if they harbor any desires for you. Evidently, between her and Jiu Ying, only she had harboring thoughts filled with desire, while Jiu Ying harbored no such intentions toward her. For no reason, she felt both ashamed and sorrowful. Perhaps to maintain her last shred of dignity, she deliberately put on an indifferent facade, speaking with a nonchalant tone as she uttered a lie. "I... want Senior Sister to hug me." A hug? Just a hug? If it were merely a hug, why had she touched her face with her fingertips akin to a kiss? Jiu Ying frowned, her expression subtly shifting. She lowered her gaze, glanced at the wrist she held. Down from that slender, fair wrist led five long, delicate fingers. Her palm moved downward, enveloping those five fingers. Bathed in sunlight, the girl's right hand's soft fingertips appeared tender and adorably enticing. Jiu Ying glanced up quickly, her brows furrowing with doubt before resolute determination settled in. She knew Fu Ling wasn’t being truthful. Shaking her head, her voice tinged with a touch of helplessness, she withheld her words, instead extending both arms to envelop the girl leaning against the tree into her embrace. "Between you and me, is there really anything to hide?" "I've always said, no matter what you want, I will satisfy." The soft, whispery words flowed from above, and before Fu Ling could fully react, her entire face was nestled into a warm, gentle embrace. She tried to lift her head, but just as she took a breath, a hand covered her eyes. In an instant, the world turned dark, obscured from her sight. Without vision, her other senses heightened. The cool fragrance of plum became stronger, closer, and before she realized it, their breaths intertwined. The atmosphere was astoundingly intimate, even the breeze carried hints of an amorous ambiance, each thread and wisp demanding attention, making it impossible for her to hide her internal desires anymore. As Fu Ling's body trembled increasingly violently within her embrace, Jiu Ying felt a sour ache in her heart, lamenting her past inability to prevent Si Qi from placing the parasite on Fu Ling, and her current inability to remove it. If she could, she would prefer to endure the parasite's torment herself, rather than let Fu Ling suffer. Loosening her lips, she placed one hand over Fu Ling's eyes and rested the other on Fu Ling's left cheek. Mirroring the earlier action, she gently brushed her fingertip across Fu Ling's face. A fleeting touch, quickly withdrawn. The gentle brush was reminiscent of their few shared kisses. This was what the person in her arms truly desired. Feeling the woman's fingertip movements on her face, Fu Ling flushed with heat, wanting to explain but unsure how, a panicked, pleading sound unintentionally escaping her throat. The desires of her heart intensified, her mind flooded with intimate thoughts, the pain from the parasite sharpening. This time, she couldn't suppress it, tears spilling over her cheeks. The sudden tears rolling down surprised Jiu Ying for a moment, and when she came to her senses, her eyes reddened as well. She withdrew her hand from Fu Ling's face, instead embracing her slender waist closely. Their bodies were not only intimately pressed but their noses nearly touched. "Don't think about it—" "Don't dwell on it—" Jiu Ying shook her head, her throat tight with emotion, rendering her almost speechless. Upon hearing this, Fu Ling's tears flowed even more. She understood Jiu Ying's words were out of concern for her suffering from the parasite, wishing for her to avoid thoughts that might intensify the pain. Biting her lip, she allowed a small looseness to her smile, choosing not to acknowledge her beloved's words, instead stubbornly speaking another sentence. Just one sentence, dismantling Jiu Ying's wall of rationality entirely. "I like Senior Sister—" Despite the parasite's torment, she remained unyielding. How could someone be so foolish? How could anyone be as foolish as Fu Ling? A persistent buzz rang in Jiu Ying's ears, her mind clouded with unidentifiable emotions. After what felt like an eternity, she quietly echoed two words, tears in her eyes— "Fool." The gentle wind caressed as her lips descended. True to her promise, she fulfilled all that Fu Ling wanted. The touch of their lips was soft, enveloped in each other's breath. A gentle kiss, concluded swiftly. With her eyes covered, Fu Ling barely registered the kiss before it ended. Stunned, uncertain of how to react, she clung tightly to her beloved's clothing, hoping it might calm her. In the midst of her turmoil, the woman's clear, chilled voice sounded again, this time uttering words that shattered her composure entirely. "Don't dwell on it—" "I care for you—" Before the voice faded, another kiss descended. As their lips met, she sensed something warm and soft invited closer. Gentle yet commanding in its progression, rendering her unable to resist. All she could do was open her lips to receive. A true kiss, the kind she'd dreamed about countless nights. In that moment, she finally forgot everything, her mind wiped blank. The pain inflicted by the parasite vanished completely within this kiss.