Chapter 44 I will serve my master. Master, kiss me!
Shen Que stared intently at the person approaching gracefully. Dressed in red, she was even more stunning. Above her slender and full figure was a face that defied description. Especially with the makeup on, her eyes were like autumn waves, clear and lively, and her red lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something.
The woman was indeed beautiful, but what caught Shen Que's attention was that her appearance bore a striking resemblance to his master.
This made him very upset. He was also a little drunk, and he staggered forward, wanting to shout angrily, while guessing that the woman must have been sent by his group of idle subordinates.
Over the years, these subordinates, in an attempt to curry favor with him, have always brought in women who resemble their master. However, how could their master be compared to these ordinary women? It's utterly absurd.
As he thought, Jiang Yuemian was almost in front of him. She opened her mouth and said, "Ah—"
"shut up!"
As soon as she uttered a word, Chen Que opened his mouth to interrupt her.
The two words were spoken loudly, startling Jiang Yuemian.
Seriously? Five hundred years have passed, and Ah Que's temper has gotten so bad? Did he not recognize her? Even if he didn't recognize her, he shouldn't talk to a girl like that, especially since she hasn't said anything yet.
[Mianmian, look, Shen Que is getting more and more rude. I think he was just faking it all along!] 001 took the opportunity to put a bad word to Shen Que.
It didn't like Shen Que and Mianmian being together; after all, no best friend would find her best friend's boyfriend pleasing to the eye.
Jiang Yuemian ignored 001's divisive words and continued to watch Chen Que.
Five hundred years had passed, and Shen Que had grown taller. In modern terms, he would definitely be 1.9 meters tall. Jiang Yuemian then turned her gaze to Shen Que's face. His features were no longer those of a boy; they possessed the charm of a mature man, yet he wasn't as dashing as most men. In the simplest terms, Jiang Yuemian would describe him with two words: "beautiful."
He was the kind of beautiful man who was impossible to look away from; his face was like jade, and under the light, his skin appeared even whiter. His lips, after drinking, looked even redder, truly a picture of rosy lips and white teeth. Not to mention his hazy, drunken eyes, which made one want to hold him in their arms and steal a kiss.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yuemian's gaze became even more unrestrained, as if she wanted to make up for all the things she hadn't seen in the past five hundred years.
Although Shen Que's consciousness was blurred, how could he not feel Jiang Yuemian's burning gaze?
Moreover, he is now a Demon Lord in the Nascent Soul stage, with extremely sensitive perception. Therefore, this woman is indeed extremely presumptuous. Chen Que was displeased and then said, "I don't care who sent you. Go back and tell him not to waste his time. Fake—"
His voice was somber as he continued, "It's a fake." His master was a unique treasure in the world.
Jiang Yuemian smiled after hearing his words.
Ah Que's temper has grown over the years, but she's not angry. Ah Que is actually happy with her, which means she holds a high place in Ah Que's heart.
Sigh, Jiang Yuemian had imagined the scene of reuniting with old friends. Meeting her senior brother and the others might bring tears to her eyes, while meeting her mortal enemy Shang Yi might lead to mutual disgust. But she couldn't imagine Ah Que.
Oh no, there's no need to think about it now, they've already reunited. One of them is standing, and the other is sitting. Ah Que is very rude to her.
Jiang Yuemian felt a pang of heartache for no apparent reason, wondering if A-Que had witnessed such a scene many times before, and whether he always ended up heartbroken with hope but ultimately despair.
Jiang Yuemian dared not think about it anymore, so she decided to show her joy through actions, if Aque gave her that opportunity.
“Ah Que, I am your master.”
Jiang Yuemian spoke up, wanting to see Shen Que's reaction.
Upon hearing this, Shen Que was momentarily sobered up from his drunkenness. He slowly raised his head, but after one glance, he looked away and lowered his head to continue drinking.
Shen Que drank too quickly and choked and coughed before he could even take a sip of wine.
"Cough cough..."
"Ah Que!" Jiang Yuemian stepped forward worriedly, wanting to touch Chen Que.
Shen Que shrank back, preventing her from touching him, and muttered softly, "Even the alcohol is bullying me..."
Jiang Yuemian had no mind to think about anything else; she was just heartbroken, truly heartbroken.
The servants around him kept a close eye on the situation in the middle. Seeing that the Demon Lord was really drunk and had started talking nonsense again, they did not step forward to help. In their opinion, with beauties serving him, why would it be their turn? They did not want to ruin the Demon Lord's good time.
While Shen Que was still muttering to himself, Jiang Yuemian took a step forward, wanting to hug him, to hug her baby.
Shen Que is a man who upholds male virtues, how could he let a strange woman touch him? He has to keep his chastity for his master.
He cast a spell, and Jiang Yuemian remained motionless.
He then smugly boasted to Jiang Yuemian, "Hmph, I won't let you touch me. I can only belong to my master."
"..." Jiang Yuemian was both annoyed and amused. Why was A-Que acting so childish when he was drunk?
She remained silent, watching Shen Que's performance quietly. After a while, Shen Que's mood became depressed: "What about my master? I want my master." As he spoke, he picked up the wine pot again and began to drink.
As if thinking of something, his eyes reddened, and he whispered, "Master...please take care of me..." His voice was broken, making one feel sorry for him.
Jiang Yuemian could no longer hold back. She waved her hand to break Shen Que's spell, then squatted down and used her strength to lift Shen Que's head up. Amid his surprised and flustered expression, she kissed him heavily on the lips.
After that, she ground it heavily, going deeper and deeper, until she finally resisted and let go.
The whole process lasted only a second or two, but the servants' eyes were already wide open.
"hiss--"
They chirped softly.
"Did you see that? Did you see that? Our Lord was forcibly kissed?"
"Shh, keep your voice down. It might just be His Majesty and his beauty having some fun. If we speak loudly and they hear us, we'll be the ones in trouble."
"Oh, but Your Majesty actually likes this?"
Jiang Yuemian could hear their voices. After reshaping her body, her cultivation level not only did not decline, but also improved. Therefore, she could hear what they were saying, and even hear it very clearly.
However, Jiang Yuemian certainly didn't care what they thought. It would be best to tie her and Aque together forever. Thinking of this, she smiled and then observed Shen Que's reaction.
Shen Que was clearly stunned. He was stunned by the kiss. The familiar force and scent made Shen Que afraid to speak. However, his small actions betrayed him. Under Jiang Yuemian's gaze, he stuck out his tongue and licked his red lips, as if he was savoring the memory.
Jiang Yuemian couldn't take it anymore after just that.
She coaxed, "Ah Que, I'm your master, shall we go back to our room?"
Shen Que was already 80% convinced that she was his master, and since he was drunk and his mind was muddled, he was 100% convinced. So he readily agreed: "Okay."
"Good girl," Jiang Yuemian thought.
"Ah, let's go then."
"good."
Shen Que stumbled and led the way, and the servants around him dared not look up, only glancing at them out of the corner of their eyes as their lord led the beauty into the inner room.
I sighed inwardly, thinking, "This guy's about to rise to the top in one step. He's really lucky."
......
Inside the room, Shen Que had already obediently sat down in a chair. He started to pull at his clothes, but his vision was blurry and he couldn't untie them no matter what he did, which made him a little annoyed.
Shen Que was sulking, but Jiang Yuemian found it adorable. She stepped forward, took Shen Que's hand, and then, with a meaningful look in her eyes, helped Shen Que untie his hand.
One by one, until only the inner garment remained.
She bent down and carried Chen Que to the bed.
Shen Que felt somewhat uncomfortable and protested, "No way!"
Jiang Yuemian looked up: "Why not?"
"I can only be close to my master!" she said breathily.
Jiang Yuemian looked up, her face turned towards Chen Que's, and affirmed to him, "Yes, I'm only close to Master."
Then, a passionate, wet kiss landed on Shen Que's lips, sucking, tasting, and then going deeper, their lips and teeth intertwined, the only sound in the room being the sound of water, making one blush and their heart race.
Jiang Yuemian only released Shen Que when he could no longer breathe.
Jiang Yuemian preemptively retorted: "Didn't you say you were close to your master?"
Shen Que obediently listened to the kiss: "But I can't breathe..."
Jiang Yuemian smiled again: "Okay, then I'll go slowly."
"Then Master, please be gentle."
Shen Que's words were like adding fuel to the fire. Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuemian's rationality vanished instantly. She was like a starving wolf who had never eaten meat, wanting to devour Shen Que whole, leaving not even a trace.
Shen Que felt as if he were drowning in the tide. He could only cling to the person in front of him, otherwise, he would fall into the abyss again if he was not careful.
They could hear each other's breathing, but how could five hundred years of longing be satisfied with just a kiss? Jiang Yuemian's hand had already moved down, but unexpectedly it was grabbed by Chen Que.
He spoke incoherently: "I...have come to serve my master..."
Jiang Yuemian was taken aback, suppressing her anger, wanting to see how Shen Que would serve her.
When Shen Que saw Jiang Yuemian stop, his eyes lit up. He pressed Jiang Yuemian down on his body, then lowered himself, his clothes rustling as he looked down.
This action left Jiang Yuemian's mind blank. What was he doing?
When Shen Que looked up again, his lips were glistening with moisture. Jiang Yuemian felt a little shy, but then she remembered it was A-Que, and she wasn't so shy anymore.
Therefore, she intends to reciprocate.
In the instant Shen Que's gaze went unfocused, he seemed to hear Jiang Yuemian's laughter, but he was too tired and simply fell asleep.
"Ah Que?" Jiang Yuemian called out.
The only response was the sound of deep, steady breathing.
"Alright, let's leave it at that for today."
Jiang Yuemian cast a cleansing spell on herself and Shen Que, then embraced Shen Que and drifted off to sleep contentedly.
As for 001? He was locked in a dark room just before the inappropriate content for children was shown.
......
When Shen Que woke up, the sunlight shone into his eyes. He half-opened his eyes and half-shielded the light with the back of his hand, and then moved.
Then, he stopped moving and looked in astonishment at his side.
A woman who looks remarkably like his master is sharing a bed with him?!
He jumped out of bed in a flash.
Shen Que's movements were anything but gentle, waking Jiang Yuemian up.
Jiang Yuemian frowned, opened her eyes, and scolded, "A-Que, what are you doing? Sleep a little longer."
Ah Que? He called him Ah Que? What kind of woman dared to impersonate Master?
At this moment, Shen Que had completely forgotten the scene of him kissing and hugging Jiang Yuemian yesterday. He only felt very angry. He touched his clothes and found that there were hickeys on his body and his lips were burning.
He was defiled because he didn't uphold the proper conduct of a husband.
Shen Que pursed her lips, her eyes red-rimmed. What was she to do? How could she explain this to her master when he returned? Could it be that she could never be with her master again?
In his grief, he looked at Jiang Yuemian, who was still fast asleep. It was all because of her; he would not let her off easily.
Shen Que used a spell to pull Jiang Yuemian to his side, preparing to attack her.
Jiang Yuemian woke up even though she didn't want to. She said in an annoyed tone, "Chen Que, you're turning your back on me now that you're comfortable? My hands are still sore."
Regardless of Jiang Yuemian's annoyance, Shen Que had gone too far; how could he disturb her sweet dreams so early in the morning?
Shen Que was stunned and stood there in place.
......
Once things were out in the open, Jiang Yuemian also recounted what had happened to her over the past five hundred years.
Shen Que remained silent, his eyes reddening.
Jiang Yuemian could only coax, "Okay, dear, it's okay."
Shen Que said he felt sad, but it was more like heartache. He felt heartache for his master who was pierced by a thousand arrows, and heartache for his master who had a wisp of divine consciousness that had drifted for a hundred years before finally being able to rebuild his physical body.
At this moment, he had completely forgotten that he had also gathered his soul for five hundred years five hundred years after Jiang Yuemian left, and his heart was filled with nothing but his master.
His heart felt empty, a void that only Jiang Yuemian could fill. He closed his eyes briefly: "Master, kiss me..."
Jiang Yuemian couldn't let this opportunity slip by, and immediately pounced on her, leaving Chen Que no time to think about anything else but her.
Jiang Yuemian still had the mind to tease: "A-Que, do you like it?"
Shen Que was speechless, only looking at her with tearful eyes.
When everything was over, Jiang Yuemian held Shen Que in bed, and Shen Que shyly rubbed Jiang Yuemian's hands.
"Ah, now both of my hands are sore."
He remained silent, his face flushed, and he exerted force with his hand.
"Ah Que, you're so hard." Jiang Yuemian touched Chen Que's abdomen and couldn't help but sigh. Ah Que's figure is really good, and it feels great too.
Shen Que blushed even more, ultimately failing to ask which "hard" his master was referring to.
After rubbing her hands, Jiang Yuemian changed her position and straddled Chen Que: "A-Que, were you comfortable just now?" Jiang Yuemian's voice was sincere and her attitude was genuine, as if she were truly a student humbly seeking knowledge.
Shen Que could only bite the bullet and answer, but secretly she felt a sweet warmth in her heart: "Mmm."
Jiang Yuemian nodded, and then, while Shen Que was blushing, she gritted her teeth and said, "Alright, since this matter is settled, let's start settling accounts."
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Author's note: So sleepy, so sleepy, ahhhhh I'm so tired. I got up at 7 a.m. this morning and didn't get home until after 4 p.m. Also, a big thank you to Dou Sha Bao for pointing out the bugs so many times.
I didn't forget the bonus chapter for the nutrient solution! I've already updated 15,000 words this week, hehe, how about one more chapter tomorrow?
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