311 - It Turns Out, They Are the Protagonists

Web Fanfiction Community Search Fanfiction Complete Works Serial Works Leaderboard Home > Fanfiction > Turns Out, They Were the Protagonists All Along Turns Out, They Were the Protagonists All Along - Chapter 311 Author: ccc Her lithe fingers traced softly up Mù Zhī'ān's chest, gliding towards his lips. "I just want to hear you say it yourself." Mù Zhī'ān fell silent. If their prior interactions had been a physical and emotional duel—whoever reacted first would lose—then Mù Zhī'ān had now thoroughly lost. His face, growing ever warmer, his nerves, constantly teased by this woman, and the unmistakable primal response of his body... all signaled his surrender to Wèi Mèngróu. Indeed, it would be a challenge for any man to resist such circumstances. The delicate frame, wrapped in a yellow dress, pressed against Mù Zhī'ān's body. Her scent, a subtle mix of teasing allure, coupled with the radiant yet beguiling glances, the soft weight against his chest, and that seductive voice that seemed to tickle the heart... Who could refuse the advances of a once disdainful maiden with a gaze of contempt, especially when those long, jade-like legs are clad in contrasting black and white stockings? At this moment, Mù Zhī'ān felt as though there was a thermometer within him and each glance at Wèi Mèngróu made it rise uncontrollably, until it finally burst! Mù Zhī'ān took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his composure. Gently, he placed a hand on Wèi Mèngróu’s shoulder, drawing her a small distance away to better gaze upon her stunning features. Her rosy, enticing lips were so close; she tilted her head slightly, and her once cold eyes brimmed now with allure, drawing one's gaze irresistibly. He silently stared at Wèi Mèngróu for what felt like an eternity before releasing a resigned smile. "You've won." "Just as you said, it seems I do enjoy being scolded by you." Mù Zhī'ān admitted openly. "You're not even denying being a pervert...?" Wèi Mèngróu’s gaze betrayed a fleeting moment of disdain. But then, unexpectedly, Mù Zhī'ān held Wèi Mèngróu tightly around her slender waist, drawing her intimately closer. With surprise evident in her eyes, Mù Zhī'ān laughed softly, "But what kind of maid has the liberty to mock her master so freely?" He traced a finger gently over Wèi Mèngróu’s delicate face, then slowly pressed his lips against hers, making his affection clear through action. Though they had kissed before, the contrast of circumstances—her initiation versus his—felt vastly different. Wèi Mèngróu’s eyes opened slightly wider, and her previously composed heartbeat quickened uncontrollably. A nameless warmth coursed through her heart as she awkwardly began, her hands hesitant at first, before rising to wrap around Mù Zhī'ān's neck. Taking another step forward, she pinned Mù Zhī'ān against the door, transitioning from passive to active in her following kisses. From the awkwardness of their first kiss, Wèi Mèngróu gradually adapted, reciprocating Mù Zhī'ān's deepening engagement, offering him the taste of her devoted lips. Outside, the wind howled and the snow whirled, while candlelight flickered, casting a pinkish hue of intimacy. After what felt like an eternity, Mù Zhī'ān reluctantly parted, gazing at Wèi Mèngróu, who was slightly panting. Detecting his gaze, Wèi Mèngróu instinctively looked up. As their eyes locked, she understood Mù Zhī'ān's intent. Tenderly cupping his face in her hands, she closed in for another intense kiss. Each exchange of kisses seemed to communicate their emotions, never quite satisfying their mutual craving, always yearning for more. It was only after another parting that Wèi Mèngróu noted Mù Zhī'ān's fiery eyes and palpable yearning, prompting her to lower her gaze. "Don't forget, we still have to resolve the issue of the Heavenly Dao energy." Mù Zhī'ān nodded, "I know... but I will need your help." As he spoke, his eyes again roved over Wèi Mèngróu, remarking upon the elasticity and smoothness of the material wrapped around her. Beneath Wèi Mèngróu's golden dress, her shapely thighs were marked slightly by the black silk stockings, matching the white stockings on her right leg. The black and white ensemble enhanced her allure rather than clashing. In the flickering candlelight, her perfect features blushed with a tempting shade of red. Wèi Mèngróu tucked a loose strand behind her ear, meeting his gaze. "Have you looked enough?" "You're beautiful, Mèngróu, and the stockings suit you perfectly," Mù Zhī'ān genuinely praised. Wèi Mèngróu’s eyes narrowed intriguingly, "It wasn't a mistake by the staff, was it? From the start, you had them prepare stockings in two different colors, correct?" "Because I thought both colors would suit you," Mù Zhī'ān replied earnestly. "Or, you just like both colors." Wèi Mèngróu exhaled softly, a hint of shyness fading into calm collectedness on her face. Then, with a flick of her fingers, she extinguished the candle, plunging the room into darkness. "You didn't have to blow out the candle," Mù Zhī'ān remarked. "It makes things feel a touch more reassuring," Wèi Mèngróu murmured. She stepped closer to Mù Zhī'ān, their bodies nearly aligned, feeling every beat of his heart and every reaction. In the dark, she seemed to discern something, staring intently at Mù Zhī'ān. "What's wrong...?" Even Mù Zhī'ān felt a bit uneasy under her sustained gaze. Luckily, with the candle extinguished, there was a semblance of privacy. "Nothing, just surprised," Wèi Mèngróu’s voice held a playful tone, as her fingers trailed down Mù Zhī'ān's chest. "Who would have thought you truly enjoy being bullied by your maid." The sharp-tongued yet earnest maid briefly turned her head, a subtle smile playing on her lips. "Imagine what Ms. Ruòxī and the others would think if they saw this," she whispered teasingly into his ear, "Even they might think you're a bit of a pervert." Yet, even as a pervert, she liked him... even found his unusual requests unexpectedly agreeable. ---- Martial World. Boom! A golden light sword split into dazzling beams, casting an ethereal glow on Bái Ruòxī, a vision of divine grace like an angel descended to earth. With the final swing of Bái Ruòxī’s sword, the points in her token jumped from nine to ten. This signified the conclusion of the Martial World trial. Typically, cultivators could continue battling in the Martial World if they wished. Being at the top of the trial rankings afforded advantages during the subsequent Cloistered Ascension, as the top few bypass early 'selection' trials. Beside Bái Ruòxī, a girl in a pale blue dress, with innocent features, held a token and said, "Sister Ruòxī, it seems we can leave the Martial World directly now." She looked intently at Bái Ruòxī. Bái Ruòxī smiled gently, "Let's call it a day for the Martial World trial. We should head back to Tiānhé Courtyard to check on Mù Láng before anything else." Competing for the top spots could be left to others. Now, rather than these trivial matters, she cared more about Mù Zhī'ān’s situation. But with Mèngróu jie there, Mù Láng should be fine. After all, that's Mèngróu jie’s Heavenly Dao energy; she will know how to extract it. As for the maid at Mù Zhī'ān's side, Bái Ruòxī had full trust. Chapter 288 - No Carpooling Allowed! 5.5K Mù Zhī'ān had fancied various scenarios where his maid, with a look of deep humiliation and reluctance, would begrudgingly comply with his orders, guarding her chest with both arms and glaring at him disdainfully. But of course, he knew such fantasies would likely never come true. For one, Wèi Mèngróu’s nature wasn’t one to yield to orders, and on the other hand, even if he wanted to force her, their vast cultivation gap made it impossible. Given her monstrous cultivation speed, Mù Zhī'ān could only look on, envious. Yet, though unable to command her, he managed to realize his wish through 'request'... something he hadn't anticipated at all. At this moment, Mù Zhī'ān's eyes narrowed slightly, leaning against the door, with Wèi Mèngróu’s soft body pressed close against his, her flushed face oh-so-close. Her breath against his face carried a sweet fragrance, intoxicating like fine wine, captivating him to the point where he wished no longer to think. Even through the fabric of her stockings, Mù Zhī'ān could feel the smooth, supple touch of Wèi Mèngróu's thighs. He didn't make a move, simply holding her slender waist and savoring the fleeting sweetness of the moment. The night's events felt surreal to Mù Zhī'ān, as if he were dreaming. "Don't just stare like that, close your eyes," Wèi Mèngróu said, a hint of discomfort in her voice, clearly uneasy under Mù Zhī'ān's persistent gaze. With a chuckle, Mù Zhī'ān responded, "Why aren't you teasing me now?" Despite having the upper hand earlier, Wèi Mèngróu remained herself, retaining a deep sense of modesty. Especially when her young master was gazing at her so openly. "Close your eyes before speaking," Wèi Mèngróu insisted. Her eyes, looking at Mù Zhī'ān, held a touch of sternness, yet this chill was utterly disarmed by her charmingly cool yet alluring expression, adding a delightful contrast. "I'll close them in a moment," Mù Zhī'ān smiled. It wasn't often he saw Mèngróu jie in such a state, and he wanted to enjoy the sight a little longer. Besides, she had just teased him... he felt a small 'revenge' was warranted in Mù Zhī'ān’s name. However, just as he spoke, he inhaled sharply, feeling an icy chill from Wèi Mèngróu's legs ensnaring him, coupled with her frosty stare that sent a shiver down his spine. He quickly raised his hands in surrender. "I was wrong..." His name was less important than his own well-being... some things weren't to be joked about. After all, his future was now quite literally in her hands. --- Outside Liángyí Sect. Bái Ruòxī rode her sword like a beam of light, flying towards the sect's mountain entrance. Following not far behind was a young girl in a light blue coat and sky-blue dress that fluttered in the wind, revealing a glimpse of her pale calves. Her little feet were tucked in white socks, peeking from light boots. Delicate ribbons cinched her waist, accentuating her already developed figure. The two said little along the way, their minds occupied with concerns for Mù Zhī'ān, focusing instead on their swift journey. Within Liángyí Sect, many disciples were discussing the recent harsh Martial World trial. As Bái Ruòxī and Yè Qian passed, numerous senior and junior disciples took note, with one exclaiming, "Look, someone's returning to the sect early!" This drew many eyes upward, leading to buzzing conversations. "The trial was brutal this time. Noble sons from the South Desolate, geniuses from the Western Regions, and several prodigies from the Eastern Continent were eliminated. Yet even Junior Sister Bái and Junior Sister Qian'er..." "Perhaps they've passed the trial and returned to the sect?" a senior sister from Cānghǎi Peak speculated, observing the figures. "If I recall, younger brother Mù rushed back to the sect in a hurry recently. Could their rush be related to that?" At this, the crowd's interest grew even louder. "That junior brother Mù truly showed grit, wreaking havoc in their numbers, sending off twenty prodigies with a Heavenly Tribulation. Though it seems he paid a price in doing so." "The Master's jade slip can prevent severe injury, but failure in the tribulation must have left side effects." For a moment, a wave of sympathy washed over the disciples for Mù Zhī'ān. To use up a tribulation opportunity for the Martial World trial, and to risk himself... it seemed hardly worth it. Failure could mean a severe loss in cultivation rank. Even with protection, only his life was ensured, not his cultivation level. "He was too reckless," someone commented. "They say he was enraged because his maid was attacked. If that’s true, I’d feel at ease having such a partner," another sister chimed in, defending Mù Zhī'ān’s actions. Among the disciples stood elders from various provinces, their expressions cautious as they feared any of their followers might have perished in Mù Zhī'ān's tribulation. The Ascension Conference was crucial. Even without securing the top spot, achieving a top-ten rank was a powerful demonstration to others. Failing the trial would be mocking. Amidst the speculation on the Martial World, Mù Zhī'ān remained indoors, enjoying the grace of his maid. He silently reflected on the situation. Such a pity not to encounter Yáo Yuè during the trial; otherwise, he might have requested more Nirvāna silk, the material that made the stockings feel like a second skin. Gazing upward, Mù Zhī'ān felt he had reached a pinnacle in life. It wasn't exaggeration; he never imagined Wèi Mèngróu would willingly use her legs—which he had long desired for their smooth, tender feel—to guide the essence from his inherent furnace. From the sensation of skin through the stockings to the fragrance Wèi Mèngróu exuded, everything about the moment was irresistibly captivating. Watching the faint blush on Wèi Mèngróu's exquisite face, Mù Zhī'ān found himself momentarily entranced. "I told you to close your eyes," Wèi Mèngróu glanced at him, her eyes dreamy. "Mèngróu jie, you're so beautiful. I seem to be captivated by you." Mù Zhī'ān gently caressed her softly flushed cheeks, soothing her hair, speaking tenderly. "How many others have you said that to?" Wèi Mèngróu shot him a skeptical look, obviously unconvinced. Yet even her derisive stare seemed to excite Mù Zhī'ān, tingling his senses. --- Chapter Start Previous Chapter 311/718 Next Chapter End Directory Previous: No One Knows Being a Villain Better Than Me Next: Multi-Anime: Becoming a Superhero Recommended Reading! Martial Arts: Infinite Blood Points, Invincible Throughout the Jianghu I, the Quasi-Immortal Emperor, Awaken After Millennia Join a Chat Group Voyage: Summon the Thunder God, the Sweet-Scented Blade Destroys Kaido The Three-Body Problem; I Am an Insect, the Bug Race's Insect! 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