Chapter 12: Unbridled

The Eldest Miss Really Is Hard to Please

Just during the day, Xing Yue had repeatedly assured Bo Wuxue that given another chance, she would definitely refuse. Now, truly presented with a choice, she was wavering.

Xing Yue was thirty-five. Though she hated admitting the anxiety brought by age, the surrounding environment constantly pressured her, limiting her options. Her parents urged marriage, the company pressured her from all sides—she genuinely needed a way to release the stress.

“I’ll go take a shower.” She still shamefully accepted, lacking the firm resolve she had during the day, wanting in her heart, yet denying it with her mouth, to share a serpent’s kiss with Bu Yao.

Xing Yue opened her wardrobe, her hand sliding over the rod specifically for sleepwear. Finally, she picked out a black nightgown with a tie-front bodice, the fabric almost transparent, and also fished out some garters.

This sight made Bu Yao’s eyes burn. Even without seeing it on Xing Yue’s body, the mental image was already forming.

She knew Xing Yue wore black stockings, but rarely, only pairing them with a black body-hugging hip dress. Speaking precisely, there had never been a time she deliberately wore them for her viewing pleasure.

While she was lost in fantasy, Xing Yue took these two items and placed them into her hands.

“You wear them tonight?” Xing Yue asked.

Bu Yao hesitated, then reacted, her face flushing with heat, almost instinctively refusing: “How could I?”

She had never touched these kinds of things… Her usual attire was primarily elegant and noble. Even when she dressed sexily, it was of a highly sophisticated sense. She had never touched this kind of clothing that barely covered anything.

Watching her reaction, a bit coy, Xing Yue chuckled: “It’s new, washed, never worn.”

Bu Yao retorted emphatically: “Is that the issue?”

It wasn’t a matter of new or old at all.

Xing Yue didn’t insist. Originally, she was just teasing to lighten the mood, never truly intending for Bu Yao to wear it.

Before entering the bathroom, she also took the medicine the hospital had prescribed for Bu Yao. She took a simple shower, read the instructions, filled a basin with warm water, dissolved the medicinal powder, and draped a brand-new towel over the edge.

When Xing Yue came out, she held the basin with both hands, her gait lazy. She had casually tied her hair into a low bun, slightly messy, a few strands near her forehead half-wet, half-dry. She wore a wine-red satin kimono-style sleepwear, making her skin gleam brilliantly white.

The cross-collar neckline of her sleepwear was a bit low, the deep cleavage dotted with misty water droplets…

Xing Yue had done nothing at all, yet the simple act of casually walking over, every step landed squarely on the tip of Bu Yao’s heart. Besides the footsteps, the only sound left in the bedroom was Bu Yao’s pounding, restless heartbeat.

The restlessness tonight was far from over.

Bu Yao stared blankly, not even reacting when Xing Yue was right beside her. Suddenly, a slap landed on her calf—

“Smack!” Crisp and clear, the sound echoed through the room.

The slapped area reddened instantly. The force wasn’t light, a bit painful, yet she didn’t want to dodge it…

Xing Yue placed the diluted medicinal solution on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed, pressing down a corner of the blue-black sheets. “Where’s your little tail? Big sister will apply your medicine.”

Hearing that self-given title, Bu Yao’s entire body flushed red, almost fully ripened. Xing Yue had never called herself “big sister”—it was a nickname she had deliberately used to curry favor when they reunited last night.

Seeing Bu Yao take so long without revealing her tail, Xing Yue leaned close to that shy, embarrassed face and husked: “Need a foot kiss again? The Eldest Miss really is hard to please.”

Bu Yao could clearly distinguish that Xing Yue was teasing her, and it felt different from the annoyed tone she used at the hospital.

She turned her back, lay down on the bed, buried her face in the crook of her arm—she absolutely could not look at Xing Yue anymore…

The bedroom gradually filled with the scent of overripe camellias. Xing Yue was no stranger to it; it was Bu Yao’s unique courtship scent.

Those two legs on the bed, half-hidden under the velvet blanket, began sprouting petal-shaped snake scales. First the ankles, then quickly the calves, spreading relentlessly upwards. The alluring snake scales interweaving with tender white skin possessed an indescribably bewitching beauty.

Soon after, a snake tail poked out from under a corner of the blanket, exploring and slithering across the bed, before Xing Yue grabbed it.

The tip of an adult’s tail wasn’t particularly thin. Her palm could just grasp it; any further up and she wouldn’t have been able to hold it completely. It was a voluptuous snake.

“Is the water temperature okay?” Xing Yue placed the tail tip into the medicinal water, then scooped some water with her hand to splash over the tail’s surface.

So terribly delicate. The doctor prescribed medicine, yet she didn’t apply it herself, requiring her to tend to it. Remembering how Bu Yao still couldn’t put on her own shoes even now, Xing Yue suddenly tightened her grip, squeezing the tail.

“Ah…” The woman who had been silent all along cried out in surprise. Dazed, she turned her face to look at the mischievous Xing Yue.

“Who does the Eldest Miss plan to call for help tomorrow?” Xing Yue’s face betrayed no excess emotion. On the contrary, this face made her look gentle and virtuous, seemingly harmless, yet secretly doing bullying things. “My house—outsiders aren’t allowed in.”

Bu Yao didn’t understand her meaning. She sat up from the bed, autumn waves swirling in her eyes. “Will you help me put them on?”

Her eyes curved into crescents, smiling slightly. Xing Yue ruthlessly parted her lips: “Refused.”

Xing Yue wouldn’t let the wolf-tailed little assistant into her house, yet she herself was also unwilling to put shoes on for Bu Yao.

The woman, who moments ago had eyes hazy with lust, felt as if doused with a bucket of cold water. Her expression froze. “So I go out barefoot?”

Xing Yue stated with certainty: “You won’t.”

The Eldest Miss cared about face. With her status and class, there was no way she’d go out without shoes.

Not knowing what exactly Xing Yue meant, Bu Yao was somewhat angered. With a slap, she flicked her tail, splashing water from the basin. The wine-red sleepwear was soaked and clung stickily to Xing Yue’s body.

Xing Yue smiled mockingly. “Figure it out yourself.”

This, without a doubt, provoked Bu Yao further. Her snake tail slapped the water again, splashing even more, soaking the bedsheets.

Xing Yue seemed to have discovered a new continent. The fact that this tail hadn’t slapped her across the face was already a major improvement for the Eldest Miss Bu’s temper.

“Oh my,” she kneaded the tail in her hand, saying with amused novelty, “The Eldest Miss knows how to sulk now.”

Bu Yao furrowed her brows tightly. Her tail lifted once more, about to smack the water’s surface fiercely, as if doing so would relieve something. But just as she was about to strike, the tail was suddenly seized firmly by Xing Yue. Snake scales and palm rubbed together. She was dragged over by Xing Yue.

Without the slightest preparation, she fell flat onto the bed. Xing Yue suddenly loomed over her, five fingers gripping both sides of her face. An intensely invasive serpent’s tongue kissed her ferociously, plundering all her oxygen. Soft, warm lips pressed and ground against her roughly.

The snake tongues intertwined, deeply indulgent and unrestrained.

Xing Yue kissed until sated before ending it. One hand grasped the back of Bu Yao’s hair, pulling back some distance. She chuckled lowly: “The Eldest Miss can’t learn to put on her shoes, so she’s just mad at herself, huh.”