Ha, Karma! – Chapter 46

Chu Zhaoqiu, you’re really done for.

Inside the study, Chu Zhaoqiu stood frozen in place, at a loss.

She could smell the fragrance on Fu Lianxue’s body and could clearly perceive the lingering softness on her lips.

It lingered on the surface, light and fleeting, yet enough to stir up waves in her heart that would not easily calm.

The kiss came too suddenly, as capricious and unrestrained as Fu Lianxue herself.

She had been kissed.

This time it wasn’t her cheek nor her forehead, but her mouth.

She had really been kissed…

Quickly, the kiss ended amidst the sound of her wildly pounding heart.

Fu Lianxue retreated back to her original position, appreciating Chu Zhaoqiu’s expression.

Her originally fair skin was incredibly flushed, as if the evening glow had fallen upon her face, even the tips of her ears were burning red.

Her expression was one of astonishment and bewilderment, but her eyes were bright and clear, seemingly surprised yet unable to contain her joy.

Like before, yet unlike before.

Fu Lianxue couldn’t help but reveal a satisfied expression.

She liked this Chu Zhaoqiu even more—trapped, with a straightforward sincerity.

But Chu Zhaoqiu seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

Before, she could at least manage to squeeze out a word or two, but now it seemed she couldn’t utter even half a syllable.

Fu Lianxue blinked, finding this even more amusing.

She wrapped both arms around Chu Zhaoqiu’s neck, her long, slender fingers, tipped with bright, dreamy purple nail polish, twirling strands of Chu Zhaoqiu’s black hair lazily.

“What’s wrong? Can’t speak after a single kiss?” She asked, her smiling eyes curving. “Young Master Chu, you’re so innocent!”

She saw Chu Zhaoqiu lower her eyes, not daring to look at her, as if enduring something.

“Don’t play like this next time,” Chu Zhaoqiu said.

Fu Lianxue asked, “Why? You didn’t like it?”

She gazed at her coquettishly, “But I see you’ve always wanted me to kiss you. You clearly liked it.”

Chu Zhaoqiu didn’t deny it.

“I liked it, but once is enough.”

Fu Lianxue asked again why.

This time, Chu Zhaoqiu truly didn’t know why.

“Because it’s not appropriate,” Chu Zhaoqiu said. “You know I like you…”

How could she tease her pursuer like this and yet not like her? She clearly wanted her to fall deeper, become more inextricably trapped, and then watch from the sidelines. How could she…

The words spoken, Chu Zhaoqiu realized she’d said something pointless. To have her affection become a tormenting retribution—wasn’t this precisely the effect Fu Lianxue desired?

As expected, Fu Lianxue laughed carelessly. “It’s precisely because you like me that I do this. Otherwise, what would be the fun?

“I only treat you like this. You should feel honored!”

Her breath was like orchids. Her fingers lightly caressed the back of Chu Zhaoqiu’s neck, her eyes full of temptation, fully displaying her enchanting demonic nature.

Chu Zhaoqiu grabbed her wrist, striving to maintain control.

“That’s still not allowed.”

Fu Lianxue glared at her. “Hey, Chu, you wanted me to kiss you too. Now I’ve taken the initiative, I’ve kissed you, and you’re acting like a self-righteous saint?

“You cultivators are truly annoying!”

Chu Zhaoqiu’s tone softened. “That’s not it.

“It’s because having received it, I know I should exercise more restraint, otherwise… I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Control yourself from what?”

“Control myself from wanting more.”

It was at this moment she realized that love was Pandora’s Box. Once opened, desire could no longer be contained.

Unexpectedly, her words only made Fu Lianxue’s expression instantly brighten, as if she’d discovered something even more amusing. The Dao Heart [道心 | dàoxīn | a cultivator’s unwavering resolve/moral center in Daoism] she had racked her brains trying to entice into her grasp millennia ago reappeared before her.

It was no longer elusive, no longer devoid of desires.

It had become mature, honest, and also vulnerable and easily wounded.

It seemed… she alone was enough.

Fu Lianxue embraced her, their bodies pressing closer together.

“You saying that makes me very interested,” she said, staring intently at her eyes, her lips. “Chu Zhaoqiu, let me see, let me see you lose control for me.”

She kissed her lips again.

The kiss grazed her lips, landing on the corner of her mouth, proactive enough to make one’s heart race.

But Chu Zhaoqiu remained calm.

She closed her eyes, seemingly still exercising restraint.

—This wasn’t the reaction she wanted to see.

Fu Lianxue, refusing to be defeated, started calling her name between kisses.

“Zhaoqiu…”

Her gentle voice was like a spring breeze blowing across the heart, making one’s heart itch.

“Why aren’t you moving?

“What are you thinking about? Thinking about your Dao, thinking about the world above the clouds?”

She lightly kissed her lips.

“Forget about those things. Your heart should only have me in it. Besides, the atmosphere is so wonderful, we should do something, do something… pleasurable.”

Fingers tipped with purple nail polish toyed with her black hair.

The peerlessly enchanting demon entangled the righteous demon hunter.

The demon hunter closed her eyes, concealing her thoughts, yet unable to stop the floral fragrance of love from growing stronger and more intense.

“You like this.”

Fu Lianxue placed a kiss at the corner of her eye.

She sensed her eyelids trembling slightly, like a heart teetering on the brink of losing control.

“Zhaoqiu, open your eyes. Look at me.

“You searched for me for so many years. I’m right here. How could you bear to not take a good look at me?”

She saw her eyelashes flutter, then slowly, she opened her eyes.

Their eyes met, gazes tightly entangled.

“Yes, just like that.”

Fu Lianxue curved her lips into a smile. Her delicate hand gently pressed against Chu Zhaoqiu’s chest, like a feather falling upon the strings of her heart, a gentle tease.

“With me, at this moment, you don’t need to restrain yourself. You should indulge yourself fully, confront your desires directly.”

She kissed her soft lips once more, her voice incredibly seductive.

“Let me know how much you love me, how much you want me.”

As her words fell, the hand on her chest was grasped.

Immediately after, her waist was embraced.

That hand on her waist, firmly pulling her into an embrace.

As if receiving a response, Chu Zhaoqiu finally stopped avoiding her seduction.

“I truly… missed you so much.”

Not “want,” but “miss,” missed her deeply. The kind of missing where she’d searched painstakingly in other people’s stories, the kind that persisted every day since their reunion.

—How could I be so lucky to meet you again?

Fu Lianxue was stunned.

This answer was different from what she had imagined.

But what followed didn’t give her a chance to react—

Chu Zhaoqiu kissed her.

She imitated Fu Lianxue, kissing every part of her face, pouring all her love into it.

Passionate, yearning kisses filled with longing, intensified by the strong floral scent and the permitted indulgence.

Beautiful and lingering, lush and dazzling, their love overflowing.

Chu Zhaoqiu became exceptionally proactive.

Her proactiveness even carried a possessiveness and aggressiveness, boldly invading Fu Lianxue’s territory.

As the kiss plunged into the deepest depths of intimacy, she couldn’t help but pry open her teeth, conquering and plundering.

She wanted to be closer to her, as if out of control.

The hand around Fu Lianxue’s waist pressed down firmly, deeply.

As if afraid she would leave, afraid they would be separated again, for one day, two days, a thousand years, ten thousand years, or even forever.

Fu Lianxue gradually lost control.

She felt surprised, then lost herself in the kiss, even unconsciously responding to her between ragged breaths.

In the end, she didn’t push her away, not even once.

Chu Zhaoqiu, that block of wood from a thousand years ago, had lost control and become emotionally moved because of her today.

But the floral fragrance on this block of wood was truly pleasant… she really liked it.

Ambiguous sounds continued without a break.

Steady breaths were disrupted, mixed with a few uncontrollable moans.

Love and desire blended seamlessly; they lost control within this space, entangled together.

They’d already forgotten how long they’d kissed.

They only remembered the slightly disordered breathing and the hazy, blurred eyes of the other when they finally parted.

Reason slowly returned, everything understood only in hindsight.

—They had actually… been so reckless.

Fu Lianxue hadn’t yet processed what happened.

How had she obediently opened her mouth just now, kissed into a daze?

How had she let Chu Zhaoqiu seize the initiative?!

She didn’t even feel any resistance to taking things further with Chu Zhaoqiu—this was the person she hated!

It’s over, it seems I’ve really become an unprincipled demon…

But the Chu Zhaoqiu across from her clearly wasn’t much calmer either.

She saw her entire face flushed beyond words, as if scalded by the kiss.

Following that, she felt her waist embraced, then saw Chu Zhaoqiu lower her head, burying it in the crook of her neck. A whispered apology followed:

“I’m sorry…”

Fu Lianxue: “?”

Chu Zhaoqiu was overwhelmed with shame.

She had been too reckless just now, she had actually… She was sorry to Fu Lianxue, she had offended her.

“I’m sorry, Lianxue, I’m sorry…”

Fu Lianxue was momentarily stunned, then amused.

She’d seduced her into losing control, and the result was her feeling guilty afterwards? Is this what a righteous demon hunter is like?

Ah, no, a demon hunter who’s become very easy to hook.

“I never thought you had this side to you.”

Fu Lianxue’s lips curved into a slight smile. She generously embraced Chu Zhaoqiu’s neck, playing with her hair, with a touch of schadenfreude. “Our Young Master Chu, your Dao Heart doesn’t seem so firm anymore.”

“What about you?” Chu Zhaoqiu suddenly lifted her head and asked.

Fu Lianxue didn’t react immediately. “What?”

Chu Zhaoqiu said, “Why were you willing to kiss me?”

Fu Lianxue froze, a flicker of unexpected guilt flashing through her.

Then she remembered she was a charm demon, and said as if it should be obvious, “Jiejie is a charm demon. Using a few little tricks to seduce you humans in order to consume your seven emotions and six desires [七情六欲 | qī qíng liù yù | joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and the six desires, often referring to basic human drives], is that so hard to understand?”

Chu Zhaoqiu didn’t reply.

Fu Lianxue also remained silent.

They maintained their ambiguously intimate posture, silent on this question.

After a long while, Fu Lianxue heard Chu Zhaoqiu say, “Then could you… only use them on me?”

“What?”

“Only treat me like this. Don’t treat others like this.”

“And why should I?”

“Because none of them are as good as me.”

Fu Lianxue was taken aback.

Chu Zhaoqiu, rarely taking the initiative, compared herself to others. “In terms of magical skill, in terms of appearance, in terms of family background, in terms of how much I like you, I’m not bad, not necessarily worse than those outside.

“I can give you all the seven emotions and six desires you want, so couldn’t you just seduce me alone?”

Fu Lianxue: “…”

At this moment, she unexpectedly saw a faint reflection of her younger self in Chu Zhaoqiu, the self who always used Ji Hanyan as a comparison.

She was completely unaware of what this implied.

Looking at the person before her again, she couldn’t help but smile faintly.

“Chu Zhaoqiu, you’re really done for.”

She’s hopelessly mired in her affections, even starting to ask this demon for special treatment—she’s really finished!

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