52: Chapter 52 My wish comes true! My junior sister's exclusive pampering

The air in the guest room gradually became scorching and thick amidst their interlaced breathing.

Gu Yi braced one hand beside Junior Sister Lin Wanying's ear, while his other hand gently cradled the back of her head, his fingertips slowly weaving through her soft, dark hair.

"Mmm..."

Junior Sister Lin Wanying let out a soft, delicate hum, like a little kitten that had just had its fur stroked smooth.

Her slender arms, which had originally been wrapped around Senior Brother's neck, tightened involuntarily, responding to Senior Brother's demands with clumsy, instinctive fervor.

The light yellow immortal-lingering dress had already been somewhat disheveled from their earlier playful scuffle, and now, under the friction of their bodies, it slipped even further down below her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of skin as delicate and fair as coagulated cream.

Gu Yi straightened his body slightly, creating a sliver of distance.

To deal with an elder like Liu Qingwan, who was accustomed to issuing orders, one needed to use toughness and dominance to shatter her facade.

But when facing a little girl like Junior Sister Lin Wanying—who was usually spoiled and possessive, but in reality, deeply insecure—being too rough would only frighten her.

What she needed was a form of extreme pampering where she was completely led and thoroughly dominated.

Gu Yi's thoughts stirred as he sent a wisp of his Divine Sense into his mind.

[System Store, redeem 'Amorous Immortal-Binding Rope'.]

With the deduction of two hundred Villain Points, a soft rope, pale pink in its entirety and woven from top-grade heavenly silkworm silk mixed with some kind of strange Spiritual Plant, appeared silently in Gu Yi's palm.

This rope carried no offensive or defensive Formation; its only function was an extremely soft texture that would never leave even the slightest mark on the skin, and it carried a faint, lingering fragrance that could relax one's mind and spirit.

A wicked smile curled the corners of Gu Yi's mouth. With the hand holding the binding rope, he gently pinched Junior Sister Lin Wanying's cheek, which was slightly flushed from their long kiss just moments ago.

"Junior Sister's little mouth is indeed much sweeter than before, but this temper is still a bit too spoiled."

Gu Yi's voice was very low, carrying a bewitching magnetism, "Biting people at every turn—that's not a good habit. Today, Senior Brother must properly set some rules for you."

A trace of confusion flashed in Junior Sister Lin Wanying's large, watery eyes. Before she could even ask what rules were to be set, she felt a warm, soft sensation on her wrists.

Gu Yi wrapped the pink Amorous Immortal-Binding Rope twice around Junior Sister Lin Wanying's fair, slender wrists, then seemingly casually tied an intricate slipknot. Immediately after, he nonchalantly tied the other end of the rope to the thick rosewood bedpost above the bed.

"Ah!"

Junior Sister Lin Wanying only felt her hands being guided by a gentle force, involuntarily lifted above her head. She instinctively tried to struggle, only to find that although the rope was soft, no matter how hard she tried, she could not break free in the slightest.

The faint, lingering fragrance emanating from the rope drifted into her lungs with her breath; far from causing her panic, it actually caused her tense body to relax miraculously, turning into a puddle of strengthless spring water.

"Senior Brother... what, what are you using to tie me up..."

Junior Sister Lin Wanying's voice carried a hint of shyness and panic. She looked up at the pink rope binding her hands, then at Gu Yi, who was looking down at her from above with eyes so deep they seemed as if they would swallow her whole, and her already crimson cheeks instantly flushed to the roots of her ears.

For a Sect Master's daughter who had been pampered since childhood, this posture of completely losing control and exposing herself without reservation to the other's gaze was a kind of extreme, heart-racing shame she had never experienced before.

"This is a little trinket Senior Brother prepared especially for you."

Gu Yi unhurriedly untied the moon-white dharma robe he was wearing and tossed it onto the footstool at the edge of the bed. The Creation Immortal Body, perfect as if carved by a knife and axe, full of explosive power, was revealed completely in the morning light.

"Lest Junior Sister acts like a little wild cat again later and scratches Senior Brother's back."

"I wouldn't..."

Junior Sister Lin Wanying instinctively wanted to retort, but when her gaze touched Gu Yi's solid chest and his body, which faintly exuded a sense of oppression, the rest of her sentence got stuck in her throat. She swallowed nervously, her slender waist twisting uneasily on the bedding.

...

She wanted to reach out and hold tight to the man who brought her endless tremors, wanted to bury her face in his embrace to escape this suffocating shyness. But the binding rope on her wrists ruthlessly deprived her of this right.

The corners of Junior Sister Lin Wanying's eyes were completely red, and large teardrops slid down from the corners of her eyes, seeping into the mandarin duck play-in-water brocade quilt beneath her. Her voice was thick with sobbing; it was an instinctive plea for mercy issued under the interweaving of extreme pleasure and helplessness.

Gu Yi stopped his movements.

He raised his head, reached out to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked into those large eyes that had become blurred and unfocused due to desire.

"Lin Wanying, are you ready?" Gu Yi lowered his head, his voice frighteningly hoarse.

Junior Sister Lin Wanying did not answer, only bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembling violently. Those bound hands struggled weakly against the bedpost, and finally, she relaxed her body as if resigned to her fate.

Gu Yi did not retreat, but instead leaned down, using all his gentleness and patience to kiss away the tears on her cheeks, continuously whispering soothing words in her ear.

"Be good, it won't hurt for long."