After pushing the other person away, Lin Xinyi kept wiping the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, clearly not expecting such a sudden ambush—especially while she was feeling a bit tipsy.
“You ungrateful disciple!”
“You still have the awareness to resist? I thought Master was already drunk…”
Qin Huaiyin said this with a look of regret, holding the wine flask.
But in truth, she knew Lin Xinyi wasn’t drunk; she just thought it would be amusing to suddenly kiss her like that.
Lin Xinyi realized she had been toyed with.
She flared up for a moment, then just picked up another cup of wine and drank in melancholy—after all, getting angry was about all she could do.
“If you think this is fun, let me tell you, it’s not…”
“I suppose so. But seeing that Aunt Yun is completely drunk, I thought Master might also have a low tolerance~”
Lin Xinyi sneered upon hearing this.
Back in the day, she was known as one who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.
After advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, even strong liquor was like water to her.
“She gets drunk after two cups. Pathetically weak…”
“So, Master, you’re saying you can hold your liquor well?”
“Are you kidding? I can drink like a champion, alright~”
As soon as Lin Xinyi said this, she felt something was off—especially a chill running down her spine.
Qin Huaiyin slowly pulled out another wine flask.
“Just now, Aunt Yun told me this flask contains high-grade spiritual wine. She said she plans to challenge you to a drinking contest later.”
“High-grade spiritual wine? There are grades to spiritual wine?”
As a Nascent Soul cultivator, Lin Xinyi had never heard of such a thing.
She thought to herself that Yun Yiyi had some good stuff.
Curious, she downed the wine in her cup and then held out the empty cup, wanting to taste this so-called high-grade spiritual wine.
“That girl got drunk after just one cup of ordinary spiritual wine, let alone this high-grade stuff. Perfect for me—I’ll try it.”
Qin Huaiyin obediently took the cup, slowly filled it from her flask, and the moment it was full, ethereal spiritual energy instantly perfumed the air.
Just a single whiff was enough to make Lin Xinyi feel the intoxicating, heart-stealing fragrance.
It was the first time she had ever encountered such a rich wine aroma.
“Can spiritual wine really smell like this?”
After filling the cup, Qin Huaiyin handed it back.
Lin Xinyi looked at her own reflection in the wine, suddenly curious about the taste of this so-called “warning” spiritual brew.
But as she downed it in one gulp, she found it smelled wonderful but tasted like plain water.
“What kind of high-grade spiritual wine is this? It doesn’t even taste like wine. Where did you get this?”
“What wine~?”
Lin Xinyi was puzzled, but when she looked up, she met Qin Huaiyin’s expression of complete control.
Her heart jolted, and the wine cup fell from her hand.
The sound of shattering glass echoed through the grotto-heaven.
Yet even so, Yun Yiyi remained fast asleep, showing no reaction.
Lin Xinyi, however, felt deeply uneasy.
“What—what’s going on? Why can’t I move?”
She struggled to lift her arm.
Though she could still move slightly, she lacked the strength even to make a fist.
She realized she hadn’t drunk any high-grade spiritual wine at all—it had been plain water.
“What did you do?!”
“Added a spice that mimics the flavor of alcohol, plus a kilogram of bone-softening powder. How does it taste, Master~?”
“Not—I’m already like this, and you still drugged me?!”
Lin Xinyi was furious, but then her limp, soft body was lifted and pressed down onto the table.
Her heart began to pound with fear, uncertain of what the other intended.
“What are you doing? Are you insane? This—this is someone else’s grotto-heaven! She’s right here!”
Her weak body laid on the table, legs naturally dangling over the edge.
Her most vulnerable rear was now facing the most dangerous person behind her—any way she looked at it, it seemed like the other was about to do something terrible.
“I want to see Master in an even more indecent state~”
As soon as Qin Huaiyin said this, Lin Xinyi felt a chill on her rear.
Then came the sound of tearing fabric behind her.
Turning her head, she saw Yun Yiyi still sleeping face-down on the table.
Now Lin Xinyi was face-to-face with her, with that rapacious disciple standing behind her.
All she could do was pray desperately that Yun Yiyi would not wake up.
“St—stop! Do you know what you’re doing?! If—if you want to do it, can we go back home first? I’ll do whatever you say!”
Lin Xinyi pleaded even as she spoke, but suddenly felt her ankle being lifted.
Then, long fingers began tracing circles on the sole of her foot.
She bit her lip, trying not to make a sound.
At this point, even the slightest noise would make everything much worse.
“Mmph!!”
Tears welled in Lin Xinyi’s eyes—tears of helpless humiliation.
Lying on the table with her legs dangling, feeling utterly powerless like a plaything, the shame was overwhelming.
She had lost count of how many times this disciple had humiliated her.
When a sharp crack rang through the cave and a burning pain spread across her rear, Lin Xinyi covered her mouth tightly, tears streaming.
“Master is so tantalizing~”
Qin Huaiyin gently caressed the soft skin.
The tender flesh yielded under her palm, even bulging slightly between her fingers when pressed.
She licked her dry lips, the more she looked, the more fervent she became.
Whenever Lin Xinyi used the “rope” to calm the dragon’s blood in her body, Qin Huaiyin—who was supposed to be the dominant one—found herself unable to leave that alluring form.
At night she only wanted to hold her and sleep, to fully possess that soft, supple body.
Beneath Lin Xinyi’s beautiful exterior lay a twisted heart, yet nothing could stop the addictive, sinking feeling that her body gave.
“You didn’t get enough enjoyment today, did you~?”
Qin Huaiyin slowly leaned down, pressing from above against Lin Xinyi’s back, whispering demonic words into her ear.
Lin Xinyi shook her head frantically.
Hadn’t the torment she suffered earlier today been enough?
And now she had to endure this humiliation as well?
“This ungrateful disciple has gone far enough! Everything you do now is just adding fuel to my anger—I’ll remember it all once I recover!”
“So, Master, what are you trying to say…”
“I suggest you neutralize the drug on me right now! If you want to do these things, do them when we get back—I won’t object. Is that acceptable?!”
Though Lin Xinyi spoke in a threatening tone, her request was pitifully small, almost desperate.
At this point, she just wanted him not to do this in front of someone else.
“That sounds like a very tempting offer…”
“Y—you know it. Now put my clothes back on, take me home, and you can do whatever you want. Just don’t—”
“But I refuse.”
As Qin Huaiyin said this, she suddenly tore open the back of Lin Xinyi’s robe, exposing the beautiful lines of her back.
Lin Xinyi felt her last defenses stripped away.
She was now completely helpless, like fish on a chopping board.
Slightly cool fingers slowly traced down the lines of her spine.
Lin Xinyi’s body trembled slightly, because she knew what awaited her.
“Master, you’re shaking a lot~”
“Please don’t… please don’t do this…”
“Master, do you realize how pathetic you look right now? You’re already begging me after just this much~”
As she spoke, Qin Huaiyin reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from behind Lin Xinyi’s ear.
Normally, Lin Xinyi might have made harsh threats, but now—if Yun Yiyi suddenly woke up and saw this—everything would be ruined.
“What’s this? So you’re that kind of person, carrying on ambiguously with your own disciple. And I thought I could be friends with someone like you…”
“N—no, it’s not like that! Let me explain! It’s not what you think…”
“Don’t bother. I’m going to let the entire sect know what a vile face you have…”
Just imagining the scene that would follow made Lin Xinyi’s body begin to tremble in fear.
The so-called noble dignity that supported her was nothing but a flimsy cover.
“Master, the more you beg me, the more I feel like destroying you~”.