Chapter 20 "Why are there more marks on my lips?"
Bao'e said she was going to sleep, and she really did fall asleep.
Her head rested on the swordsman's shoulder, and with just a glance, he could see two strands of her dark hair sticking up on the side of her head.
With each breath she took, it trembled like fluffy clouds.
The swordsman's heart stirred slightly, and he forgot that she was a demon who rarely spoke the truth. He carefully moved aside, just to make sure she slept comfortably.
He had loosened the ropes for her earlier; although they weren't completely untied, they did reduce the amount of restraint she felt.
This wasn't a big deal, it just so happened that two little devils came running by.
He thought to himself that she was restless and if she was woken up, she would definitely swing her arms wildly, and the ropes would loosen, and the little demon might find out.
So he forced himself to turn to the side, moved his hands, and quietly pressed down on the back of her hand.
Sure enough, as soon as the two little devils arrived, they woke Bao'e up, saying, "That demon, the king said, he doesn't eat people, he only eats you."
"I'll teach you a damned beast!" Bao'e was about to raise her arm to hit him, but her hands were held tightly by the swordsman, and she couldn't move. She could only sit back down, panting, and said angrily, "You two little monsters, don't go crazy and lie to people. If you said he only eats people, why does he specifically want to eat me?"
The little devil wasn't afraid at all, and simply said, "The king only instructed me to ask you whether you want to eat it raw or dead?"
"What does it mean to eat something raw, and what does it mean to eat something that's dead?"
"Eating you to death means skinning you, removing your tendons and bones, chopping up all your flesh, and then stewing you into a pot of white soup."
Terrified, Bao'e exclaimed in shock, "Eating her alive is good! Eating her alive is good!"
“If he eats it alive, he will come with me to see the king. There’s no need to light a fire or build a stove. Let him chew and eat as he pleases.”
"No, no!" The fool didn't hear this and immediately transformed into his true form, with a deathly pale face, sharp teeth, and upturned eyes, scaring away the two little devils.
Once they had disappeared from sight, she transformed back into human form, panting, and said, "They're not human at all, trying to do this kind of thing that involves eating demons."
A bitter feeling welled up in her heart, and she wondered why she couldn't remember which of the eighty-one tribulations this was.
The swordsman said from the side, "He is already a ghost, how can he be considered a human?"
Bao'e then came to her senses: "Brother, why are you pulling me like this?"
The swordsman then truthfully told her his concerns.
Upon hearing this, Bao'e couldn't help but hum, "Those two little demons, though they deserve a beating, are just like the disciples and grand-disciples of the Old Man of the Moon."
The swordsman saw that her face was covered with a thin layer of sweat and that she had a smiling expression, and suddenly felt an itch in his heart.
He said, "Miss Zhu, why should you be afraid of him? That ghost doesn't eat living people; he's just telling you tall tales."
As he spoke, his warm breath fell on her cheek.
Bao'e felt an itch on her face and couldn't sit still any longer, so she twisted and turned to get closer to him.
He leaned back and said, "Hey bro, scratch my itch. I was all sweaty just now, and the wind makes my face so itchy."
“I have the will to help, but I’m bound so tightly, how can I be a helper?”
"Your hands are tied, but your head isn't bound tightly either."
The swordsman understood immediately.
He lowered his neck and touched her left cheek with his lips.
Finally, he asked, "Will this stop the itching?"
Bao'e was still glancing at the chanting monk with her bright black eyes.
She nodded: "Exactly, exactly."
Seeing that she was distracted, the swordsman kissed her on the cheek again.
This time, however, he didn't move away. Instead, he opened his lips slightly and gently kissed her warm cheek twice.
Bao'e snapped out of her reverie and, sure enough, her appetite was whetted. She turned her head to look at him and said, "Brother, you've worked so hard. Let me return the courtesy."
The swordsman lazily relaxed his eyebrows and eyes, still nuzzling her nose.
He asked with a smile, "How so?"
Good Bao'e, without any hesitation, boldly bit his lips.
When she heard him hiss in pain, she chuckled softly to herself, then licked his lips with the tip of her tongue, right where she had bitten him.
As the pain subsided, the swordsman felt a numbness in his lips.
He couldn't help but hook her tongue and gently rub it up and down.
Their tongues touched, and a tingling, itchy sensation spread in all directions.
Bao'e squinted her eyes, humming softly as she tried to hug him, but her arms were still loosely bound by ropes, and she couldn't break free.
The swordsman also panted, somewhat impatiently.
He looks carefree and unruly, but he's a novice.
His kiss was awkward; after gently licking and rubbing her tongue, he didn't know how to react, so he tentatively pressed his lips to hers, biting or sucking.
Poor Bao'e, who finally managed to bring out her craving, only to be left stuck in this awkward situation.
Unfortunately, his biting was somewhat rough, as if he were pouring all his affection into it, as if afraid she wouldn't know.
He bit her again, and she couldn't help but complain, "Brother, don't mistake your teeth for an axe and my mouth for firewood to chop."
The swordsman was already panting heavily, and his chest heaved more noticeably due to his rapid breathing.
He chuckled, panting, "I fear teeth as axes, but I fear words as whips."
As he spoke, he kissed her lips and began to lick them.
He had already figured out some of the techniques, using a slow, deliberate licking motion, occasionally lightly brushing against her tongue, until the pain dissipated and a sour, itchy sensation was aroused.
After a long, gentle whipping, Bao'e was so dizzy and her vision blurred that her cravings were somewhat satisfied and her interest was heightened.
But with the rope binding them and their awkward posture, they were ultimately uncomfortable.
Before long, Bao'e got tired and refused to talk anymore. Just then, the two little devils came again, so the two of them decided to stop for the time being.
The two little demons, fearing her true form, dared not approach. From a distance, they said, "Demon, the king asks you whether you will sleep here tonight with the sky as your blanket and the earth as your mat, or go back to your room and rest on a soft bed with soft pillows?"
Bao'e remembered Young Master Nie's cold face and feared that he would try to devour her in the night, so she said repeatedly, "No, no! The journey to the West is not easy, and besides, I have to stay here to guard my master."
The two little demons went back and told each other what they had been told.
Not long after, the two of them returned, looking as if they had been scolded, their faces furrowed in worry.
The little demon called to her again: "I can't do as you say. By order of the King, I'm taking you to his bedchamber."
They tied her up, and perhaps because they were worried, they didn't notice that the ropes binding her were a little loose.
The swordsman also wanted to go, but was bound even tighter.
He was unaware of her affair with that young master Nie, and simply told her to be careful.
He whispered in her ear, "That Young Master Nie is a ghost. If you want to capture him, you need to know where his body is buried. If you have the chance, you can inquire about it carefully."
Bao'e nodded in agreement and was led away by the two little demons.
After the fight, Nie Guiyu's residence was destroyed.
The luxurious and elaborate ornaments were broken on the floor, the door was damaged, and even the gauze curtains covering the bed were only half intact.
She saw a person sitting cross-legged inside the gauze curtain, the figure indistinct and unclear.
The person inside the tent said coldly, "Could it be that you're not satisfied with being tied to that pillar? You even know to come over here."
Bao'e said blankly, "I don't know, I don't know, it was you who used those two little devils to tie me up."
"You!" The curtain was suddenly pulled back, revealing a deathly pale face. He sat back down, sneering through gritted teeth, "I almost forgot, you're the most honest of all, you vixen."
Bao'e looked around, searching for Wukong.
She had forgotten much of the original plot, but she remembered that the traveler was a master at catching demons.
"Don't bother looking anymore. I kicked your senior brother out; don't even think about coming back in." Nie Guiyu said expressionlessly. "Come here first."
That fool really knew what was good for him; seeing there was nowhere to hide, he stepped forward.
She was a little afraid of him, so she stood a few steps away and asked him what he wanted.
Nie Guiyu glanced at her.
Look at her messy hair, the lingering red marks on her neck, and her arms tied behind her back.
His gaze fell on her lips, and he suddenly frowned: "Come closer."
Bao'e was shocked: "You wretch, are you really going to eat me alive?!"
Just as Nie Guiyu was about to twitch her lips, she suddenly remembered something and pressed them flat again.
"So what if I eat you?" he said. "I told you before, a wicked demon like you will only behave if you are eaten."
Bao'e's mind raced, and she was about to transform into a whirlwind and escape when Young Master Nie was one step ahead, leaning forward and pulling her to the bedside.
He held her chin, his fingertips rubbing her lips, and frowned: "Why are there more marks on your lips?"
“You bit me,” Bao’e said without thinking.
Nie Guiyu paused, feeling annoyed, angry, regretful, and resentful all at once.
All these complex emotions were mixed together. He withdrew his hand and suddenly said, "You said before that your master had a monkey as a protector, and he just happened to leave you here to arrange a marriage."
Bao'e said blankly, "I was advised by the Bodhisattva to follow my master in cultivation. I am not worthy of marriage and have never thought about such a thing."
Feeling stifled and oppressed, Young Master Nie's expression grew even colder: "You said that a house, regardless of its age, only needs four walls and a roof tile?"
She replied, "Brother, you're confused. I'm on my way to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures; how can I carry a whole house on my back?"
He countered, "You say you have no land but have barren mountains, so you can cultivate the land and establish your own business?"
She replied, "With my lifespan spanning countless millennia, how could I possibly cultivate fields for countless millennia?"
His face was as cold as frost: "You still say that having hands and feet to command is better than ordering around that servant."
She chuckled and said, "When I go west, even your band of bandits can't be commanded. A few will die of exhaustion after walking a hundred miles, a few will be frightened to death by monsters in the deep forest, and a few will be nagged to death by my master. No, no, that would be committing a crime of killing."
Young Master Nie was so enraged that he wished he could swallow the demon whole and find peace and quiet.
But as soon as he raised his eyes, he suppressed his anger.
"Bao'e," he suddenly called out.
Bao'e's eyelids suddenly twitched, and she felt inexplicably flustered.
She asked, "Brother, why are you calling me?"
Nie Guiyu forced a smile.
“Bao’e, you truly have the devotion to the pilgrimage.” He shifted his right arm and placed it on his bent right leg, adopting a nonchalant demeanor, and his clothes were also opened, revealing his chest crisscrossed with wounds.
"Having received the Bodhisattva's decree, I am naturally devout."
"Yes, indeed, what sincerity you have shown." Young Master Nie did not let go of her hand with his other hand, his fingertips gently pinching hers. "Did the Bodhisattva ask you to teach and enlighten sentient beings?"
He would say a few words, then subtly pinch her fingertip.
Bao'e didn't understand his intentions and just nodded.
Then Young Master Nie took her hand again and guided it to the wound on his chest.
“Good bodhisattva, I said before that I endured these injuries in order to become an immortal or a saint. I don’t think you would mind.” As he spoke, he guided her fingertips to trace the wounds.
Bao'e's hand was pulled over and touched his soft, supple skin. She watched as his fingertips sank in and pressed out thin red marks. She also heard his breathing tremble slightly. She was immediately alarmed and exclaimed: What should we do? What should we do?
Is this ghost going wild?
A note from the author:
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The children made some revisions, and the revised chapters are marked.
Some of the main changes are as follows:
1. Strengthening the transmigration setting. After the change, Bao'e knows she's transmigrated into a heavily modified version of Journey to the West, but because she's only briefly read the original and is lazy, she doesn't carefully read the modified version. Also, because she's been in the book for so long, her memory of the original is rather vague; she only remembers parts of the plot. I'll write about some of her complaints about the plot later. (Changes are concentrated in Chapters 2 and 3)
2. Knowing the journey to the West would be difficult, Bao'e initially didn't want to go. However, upon meeting Tang Sanzang, she was momentarily deceived by his appearance and became his disciple. (Mainly Chapters 4 and 5)
3. Bao'e knew she had been transmigrated into Zhu Bajie, but when Tang Sanzang named her Bajie, her reaction changed to: "Bao'e will accept it, but she does not want to be called 'Bajie'. She only wants him to call her Wumiao."
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