“It’s fine. It’s not like I’m dying.”
Though I didn’t see the wound myself, it must be that way. It would be a red mark at most, and at worst, a bruise here. I covered my neck with both hands this time.
“I can treat myself. Pupil, no, my student.”
“I have an excellent ointment for removing bruises quickly. Let me apply it.”
“It’s fine.”
It’s not the ointment that’s the problem, it’s you! I shook my head and stepped back hesitantly.
But I could not retreat any further. Because, as soon as he finished speaking, the 13th prince’s fake cherry blossomlike smile withered.
The smile bloomed again, but I had already seen his true expression that was revealed for a moment. The student asked, wearing a smile as though drawn with winter ice lake eyes.
“To apply the ointment, I must touch your neck. Do you dislike my touch, master?”
“That’s not it[—].”
“It looks like it.”
I tried my best to look good in front of my student, but I don’t know if it’s already creaking after a few days since regression. Worry flooded in like waves. Will I be killed by my student again?
But it can’t be helped. It’s better to earn hatred now than to bare my neck by taking off my top in front of my student.
My student must hate me now. At this time, I was drawing a line because I disliked my student.
Yes. At that time, I was drawing a line with my student. So let’s draw a line now. Let’s put off looking good in front of my student. My name is on my student’s death list, but the time for him to kill me is years away, right?
“I mustn’t touch my master’s body carelessly.”
But these words were of no use.
“It’s an order.”
I had to comply due to the word he whispered in my ear.
When I clenched my lips and glared at him resentfully, only then did the corner of my student’s mouth rise less hypocritically. It seems he likes my angry look.
I suddenly recalled that my student often smiled like that in my previous life. Back then, I thought that smile was just a habit. …Was it a smile he wore every time he mocked me?
(This is a time delimiter.)
I had to enter a room nearby at his command. But even after entering, I had to linger near the door, unable to sit down easily.
“Are you worried about what your student might do to you, master? I don’t know why you worry so much, being men together.”
Though my student smiled at me, belatedly pretending to be gentle, his words only tightened my heart further. I’m not a man, acting like a philanderer.
But this was only my concern.
“Block anyone from entering.”
At my student’s command to the lone bodyguard he brought, the guard replied “Yes,” and closed the door immediately. My student, still standing by the door, reached out to me.
“Your Highness……”
“Come here, master.”
Resisting was useless. I eventually approached hesitantly. Even as I stood there dumbly, my student pulled me and made me sit on a chair.
As I was forced to sit on the chair, my vision darkened.
He’ll ask me to take off my top to apply the medicine. Taking off one layer won’t immediately reveal that I’m a woman, but what if he asks to take off the inner clothing? Then it will really show.
With a sense of helplessness, my vision darkened. I clasped my hands and watched him open the ointment with fearful eyes.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
But unexpectedly, having dipped his finger in the ointment, my student gave this command.
“What?”
I looked up in surprise, and he repeated his instruction.
“Unbutton your shirt so the wound can be seen.”
“Ah… it’s not taking off the clothes, but just unbuttoning them?”
When I asked like a fool, a subtle smile surfaced on my student’s face.
“If you want to take them off, you can.”
“No, no, that’s not it.”
Idiot! Why did I say something like that when I could have simply unbuttoned my shirt? Before my mouth could spew more foolish words, I quickly unbuttoned and exposed my neck.
The disciple’s finger, dabbed with ointment, came up towards the wound. I was afraid that he might impulsively break my neck while applying the ointment, but nothing of the sort happened.
Rather, his touch was softer than I expected. Surprisingly so, if one considered the hatred he held for me.
“Your Majesty.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s not that… Your Majesty. May I ask you a trivial question?”
“Go ahead.”
“Do you save something delicious for later?”
I must tell my mouth to shut up.
“Why do you ask? Turn your head to the left.”
Why do you ask? It’s strange that my disciple, who hates me, is carefully applying this medicine.
But I thought it best not to speak further, so I kept my mouth shut. The disciple, noticing my silence, also refrained from speaking, just carefully moving his hand along the wound on my neck.
All I could do was tightly clench my fist so that my body wouldn’t react, all the while remaining tense.
Finally, when the disciple had applied all the ointment and retracted his finger, my shoulders involuntarily slumped as I relaxed. The sound of the ointment cap closing seemed similar to my heart’s sound at that moment.
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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