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The sun was bright, and the air was fresh, the wind playful, playing with the leaves and easily carrying the notes of Chenqing throughout the hunting grounds of Baifeng Mountain. The mountain’s trees were a beautiful auburn with the chilling and playful edge of summer into fall, the seasons changes beautiful under the unrelenting glare of the sun– or at least, Wei Wuxian assumed the sight was beautiful.
She couldn’t see it, considering the black ribbon that she was using to cover her vision. The tree limb she was stretched over carelessly held a thick, scratchy bark that pressed upon her formal robes. Even in the shade, Wei Wuxian had to keep from fanning herself, as she was unable to channel her Qi to regulate her body temperature; her skin gathered sweat in the crooks of her uniform.
Personally, Wei Wuxian thought that was one of the worst parts of giving up her core, considering how much she had taken such a simple thing for granted. That was, of course, behind losing the chance to cultivate immortality with her Shixiong and Shimei, as well as losing her ability to unsheath Suibian– but beggars can’t be choosers!
A gentle breeze caressed her sleepy form. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but settle even more firmly against the tree limb as her eyes tiredly fluttered closed. Her breathing was only just starting to deepen when the woman caught the sound of careful footfalls entering the clearing she resided in.
Wei Wuxian perked up at the sound of the leaves crunching on the periphery of her senses, but she couldn’t see anything around her. “Hello? Gongzi, Guniang, who goes there?” Wei Wuxian called out, her lips pulling into a reflexive and friendly quirk while her voice stretched across the clearing like her flute song. Silence passed, the footsteps haltering and stilling.
Wei Wuxian shifted, stretching her senses to their furthest extent while she felt that stranger’s intense gaze linger upon her. It made her nervous, the presence this person carried, and so she giggled and raised her flute, twirling it in her hand.
“Ah~, don’t get mad at this humble one, Gongzi. All skills are fair in this match, perhaps your clan can sit back and watch the Yunmeng Jiang and take some notes, hmm?” She teased, bordering on the line of flirty and scholarly. Her body was outwardly calm, but her feet were firmly planted on the tree limb, helping her to dart away if needed.
She had noticed, since her vital role in the Sunshot Campaign, that men had grown even more envious and snide with her. Their lips turned to sneers more often than naught, and their gazes felt near wolf-like as they argued and pestered her Shimei about Wei Wuxian’s future and stability. Still, silence stretched beside the high giggles that Wei Wuxian let out, her body languidly splayed to best distract this unknown figure.
“Ahh, Gongzi must be shy with how quiet he is. Tell me your name and your sect, so this Wei Ying can properly greet Gege,” Wei Wuxian coaxed, her finely manicured hand gently pressed to her lip as she made to sit up. But then, the footsteps drew nearer, and the person suddenly jumped on the precarious tree limb and crowded in her space.
A firm hand clasped around her wrist, the hold strong yet the digits lithe and gentle as they settled around her pulse point. They didn’t bruise, but the suddenness made Wei Wuxian yelp in surprise. Especially as her lips were quickly smothered by another's, her startled cry of, “Gongzi–!!” Cut short with a desperate press.
Her hold on Chenqing tightened, and her knees drew up to kick the man off, skilled as she was in the martial arts despite her loss of her Golden Core. But her defense was halted as two gigantic and soft mounds pressed against her modest chest.
That cleared up quite a few things– this person wasn’t a man at all!
Wei Wuxian sighed against those thin lips for a moment, and then she began her struggle once more. How bold! Wei Wuxian thought as another hand wrapped around her other wrist, her legs weakly kicking out and struggling as the woman atop her deftly halted her movement. It was… kind of hot, Wei Wuxian found. The way she couldn’t see who was assaulting her, having to rely on her senses as she breathed in heavy sandalwood incense and memorise the feel of the woman’s body atop hers.
The body was firm and able to comfortably pin her; it felt as though she was engulfed by the woman. Her limbs seemed long and her waist willowy, their knees knocking together as Wei Wuxian kicked her heeled boots out to gauge the woman’s height.
Once she had her way with Wei Wuxian, perhaps she would be able to point the woman out just from the way she had blindly mapped that body. But who would believe her? A woman assaulting another woman– if it were a man, these boorheaded cultivators and leaders would only then believe her. If they didn’t question her authority or try to turn it into a political dick-measuring contest, that is.
A spot deep in her stomach was slowly kindling into a heavy fire as she struggled to throw this insurmountable beast of a woman off. She was so strong, and her lips were attempting to ravish Wei Wuxian with a wicked tongue, desperately lapping at the seam of Wei Wuxian’s plush lips.
How was she balancing in this awkward and precarious position? In this warm darkness, Wei Wuxian could only gasp as a firm thigh shifted into a more stable position. Suddenly, pressure was placed upon her crotch, and those large breasts halted their goal of smothering her as the woman leaned back to watch Wei Wuxian arc into the touch with a choking moan.
That heavy, hot gaze made heat burrow into the demonic cultivator, the cold yin energy accumulating around them as her cheeks flushed with the attention. Chenqing was at risk of falling because of how much Wei Wuxian’s fingers twitched. That slender hand trailed from her wrist and took the flute, leaving Wei Wuxian shaking and wide-eyed as she was left almost entirely defenseless against a cultivator of Lan Wangji’s caliber.
“Hmm, Jie–erm, Gege,” Wei Wuxian lowly murmured between rushing breaths, her thighs weakly and futilely attempting to rub together as that woman moved to pin her. She was tempted to drop the ruse of some unknown man assaulting her with how quickly her mind put together these clues.
The incense, the breasts (she had accidentally stared at countless times while under the Gusu Lan tutelage those years ago), the deep yet feminine breaths that ghosted around her chin and nose. There was only one woman she had intentionally riled up recently, to the extent that she would finally snap and take advantage of Wei Wuxian’s arrogant display.
Those hands tightened, possessively, and Wei Wuxian inwardly crowed with delight at the sensation. Outwardly, she squirmed and gasped, unable to reel in the dramatic edge to her voice as she twisted her head away from the woman.
“Gongzi takes advantage of this Wei Ying– he must take responsibility!” She told the person atop her, her chest heaving as she put on an act of outrage. In reality, Wei Wuxian was so wet, it was difficult for her to string together a series of thoughts given how lewd this display was.
Behind the black ribbon, she could see Lan Wangji in her mind.
Her face was peerless and as pale as the mutton jade that she and Lan Xichen were often compared to. That inky black hair was a striking slice of brute color against the snow-like vision she made, what with her stern and cold face. Even as a teen, Wei Wuxian had been stricken dumb by how beautiful the young woman was, and her aloof and solemn temperament only encouraged Wei Wuxian closer to her goal of making the other teen smile and be her friend.
But to imagine that pure, rule-abiding girl taking advantage of Wei Wuxian in such a bold, careless manner– it was enough to have Wei Wuxian’s heart racing and her face aflush.
“Gege took my first kiss!” She pouted, whining as she arced her chest closer, attempting to smush herself against Lan Wangji’s chest. “Ta–” Her goading was cut short as those lips crashed back into hers, their teeth clanking while a nearly feral growl vibrated into Wei Wuxian’s mouth.
Firm abs pressed down into her own, finally toned frame, and those square hips filled the space of Wei Wuxian’s legs. A nailed hand dug into her crooked knee, forcing her to open further while her hands were restrained above her head in a firm grip. Wei Wuxian’s eyes rolled as she felt fingers quest down her thigh toward her groin, a firm pelvic bone rolling against her clit, and a decisive thumb aiming to slide under her sash.
Wei Wuxian tossed her head aside, attempting to escape from the deep kiss she was caught in. Teeth dragged and bit on her plush lips, whimpers and gasps falling from her lips as the woman busied herself with tasting Wei Wuxian’s cheek and neck.
“G–Gongzi bites like a dog! Be gentle with Wei Ying,” she scolded, her words slurring as she moaned and sighed, her legs clenching around that clothed figure, and the bark digging into her back as that wicked hand touched the skin of her stomach.
“Hnn~,” Wei Wuxian groaned, her legs kicking out slightly as the hand angled toward her clit with a narrow-minded focus. They only had so long before they were noticed; someone only needed to look up and find them in this shameless manner.
Cheeks aflamed, Wei Wuxian panted as she grew even hornier at the idea of that bastard and the peacock coming across them. Those cooly sneering lips pulling into aghast expressions as those golden-clad cultivators stumbled upon the illustrious Hanguang-Jun, assaulting poor little Wei Wuxian. Oh, they wouldn’t believe it– but a true horror would fill them as they looked upon them and their lewdness.
Would Lan Wangji be fully clothed still, her pristine robes flashing between Wei Wuxian’s nude body? Though she was still clothed, the image of Lan Wangji being fully unaffected, leading these outsiders into a false sense of security before they viewed Wei Wuxian on full, unwanted display– helplessly, Wei Wuxian’s pussy clenched, and a shudder tore through her at the shamelessness of it all.
“Quickly, before someone comes upon us like this!” Wei Wuxian urged, her voice begging and low as those digits slicked themselves across the folds of her pussy. She bit her bottom lip, her legs drawing up on that sharp hipbone as she was played with by those dastardly fingers.
It was as though the woman were playing a guqin with how her fingers expertly fluttered and elegantly inched their way across the expanse of her quivering hole and clit. Soon, the tip of a finger was inserted into the tight hole, stretching Wei Wuxian’s virginial hole and making her quake around the foreign sensation.
She’d never felt this touch, the firm drag of a finger entering her in this manner. When that finger bottomed out, she could feel how slick Lan Wangji’s palm was within the hot and awkward space of her pants. Lips pressed open kisses to her neck, sucking in the corner toward the back of her neck where she’d have to lower her ponytail to hide such an indecent mark.
But when the wind caught the locks, anyone could see the evidence left behind this assault. Their eyes would wander over Wei Wuxian’s ruffled robes and narrow as they scrutinized every male cultivator. But they would never know the truth, given how unaffected Lan Wangji would look.
The already warm day grew impossibly hotter as she was subjected to this wicked touch. Even more so, that cruel yet wonderously long finger was thrusting up into her despite how tightly she was clenching around it.
It was forcing her to feel good.
“Ahgnn! Too much, Er-Jie!” Wei Wuxian whined as a second finger was slowly inserted alongside its sister. And like that, the body atop her stilled into a hesitant pause, lips dragging from her pulse point with a solemn air at being discovered.
Whether it was shame or guilt, Wei Wuxian couldn’t care less as her pussy desperately clung to that carefully withdrawing hand.
“No! Stay– don’t cruelly cast aside A-Xian,” Wei Wuxian wobbled her lip in a pout, her eyes tearing up outside of her helpless maiden act as her heart thudded with fear. She couldn’t be abandoned like this; no man or woman could handle being rejected by the illustrious Hanguang-Jun after such an experience.
Have your way, Lan-er-Jiejie!
Silence stretched between them as those golden-hued eyes looked down at her, the image seared into Wei Wuxian’s memory from how often they glared at her in solemn condemnation. Summoning the entirety of her shamelessness, Wei Wuxian fluttered her lashes behind her ribbon and pouted up at the retreating woman.
“Take responsibility for this one– Yunmeng Jiang will not let this go unanswered if A-Xian is left in such a state,” she declared, her hands moving to intertwine and clasp around Lan Wangji’s free hand and wrist. Gently, slowly, as though not to startle the strong-willed woman, Wei Wuxian brought the hand to her lips and kissed the back of that long-digited hand.
Almost enticingly, her pussy gave a weak yet controlled clench, and she gave a soft, shy roll of her hips to show her interest. An amused huff sounded above her, the woman still silent as she settled atop Wei Wuxian once more. Without further discussion, Lan Wangji slowly stretched and worked her second finger into Wei Wuxian’s cunt.
The air felt even heavier, now that Wei Wuxian had made it clear that she knew who was touching her. Bafflingly, Lan Wangji seemed almost shy now as her shameless gusto fled her. Awkward and blushing like the virgin she was, Wei Wuxian shyly wound her arms around the Lan cultivator’s shoulders.
A huff left her as she clumsily arced to plant her lips to where she guessed Lan Wangji’s lips were. She kissed unblemished skin, and the slight curve of a chin, and then the woman atop her shifted so they could connect. Steadily, confidence built once more between them as their tongues sloppily wound around each other.
A high-pitched yelp left Wei Wuxian’s lips as she was suddenly, harshly pushed back, a cool wrist guard resting against the hollow of her neck in a bracing posture. The suddenness almost left her dizzy, but the conflicting sensations of biting bark and pleasurable scissoring had her quickly moaning.
It was difficult to control her voice with how masterfully the woman moved her fingers, the exploring yet steadfast motion making it clear that Lan Wangji was confident as she observed Wei Wuxian’s thrashing form.
She was being studied, tested to see what was most pleasurable. It was driving Wei Wuxian wild.
“Does, does Gongzi do this to every fine face he comes across?” Wei Wuxian lightly wheezed, softly smirking as she shifted back and fully let her senses hone in on the mix of sensations. There was an embarrassing, wet squelch, squelch, squelch that was muffled by Wei Wuxian’s pants, but in the calm clearing around them, it sounded absurdly loud.
Those fingers thrust up harshly, lightly incensed from Wei Wuxian’s teasing, while those teeth once more found the crook of her neck, and air flooded Wei Wuxian’s lungs as that arm withdrew. The woman’s silky hair slides over Wei Wuxian’s gaping robes, the cool texture tickling and making her nipples harden at the unintended teasing. Bitten yelps attempted to tear through Wei Wuxian’s lips as a pattern of relentless, firm thrusts suddenly assaulted her.
Their hands intertwined, Lan Wangji’s free hand sliding up to hold Wei Wuxian prone once more.
Sweat and slick dripped and gathered across the palm of Lan Wangji’s palm, the skin searingly hot as it pressed against Wei Wuxian’s hairy mound and enveloped the stretches of her plush, delicate skin. A shiver tore through the demonic cultivator as those cool hair fibers tickled her breast encompanied by the sound of robes shifting. A nose and fine lips pressed to the top of her chest apologetically as she gentled her thrusts back to that sedate, sensual twist and stretch.
“Hnnn,” Wei Wuxian’s head rolled, lax while the hand pinning her wrists released her, the digits moving downward to tug at her robes before they pressed against the top of her pants. Gently, Lan Wangji pulled her fingers from Wei Wuxian with a pleasant stroke, her hand sliding out of the pants so she could tenderly disrobe the demonic cultivator. Wei Wuxian shivered as her sweaty chest, wet thighs, and groin were exposed to the air, her freed hands instinctively jumping down to cover her intimate parts from that searing gaze.
“Nnn,” Lan Wangji’s disapproving hum startled Wei Wuxian into relenting, her hands clenching up to her face in mortification as she was put on full display. She couldn’t even imagine how she looked, stretched out and partially clothed with her robes rumpled as though an animal had torn into her black and red uniform.
The feeling of actually being nude in front of someone else was much different from how she initially thought. Especially since she couldn’t see Lan Wangji’s face, gauge how much she liked or didn’t like what she saw. Her cheeks felt so hot, and she was panting and trying to calm herself in preparation.
“...Have mercy,” Wei Wuxian begged, her voice high-pitched and nervous as she felt that gaze look at her in consideration. She didn’t know how Lan Wangji could further bring her this sweet and devastating destruction, but she was hoping to at least be able to stand by the end of it.
“...Mn,” Lan Wangji allowed, her tacky fingers gently caressing Wei Wuxian’s stomach and sides. The demonic cultivator shuddered as the remnants of her drying juices wandered over her exposed torso with that touch. Wei Wuxian jumped as those hands suddenly wrapped around the entirety of her breasts, those fine digits easily securing their bounty as they shamelessly groped her.
“Mmmm,” Wei Wuxian twisted, her teeth clamping around her fist as she was played with. Those fingers expertly plucked, stroked, and even twisted her perky nipples, almost as masterfully as she played Wangji in the few moments Wei Wuxian had peeked at the woman's training figure. The poor dusky pink buds and goosebumped flesh shuddered, and she attempted to squirm away from the possessed, assertive attention pressed upon them.
“M-must you focus on these like, uhhnn, like this?” Wei Wuxian complained, her nail-clad hand clasped around one of those firm wrists, her sharp nails glancing off the firm wrist guards. Despite her squirming and pouting, Wei Wuxian arced her chest upward into the touch, wordlessly encouraging the woman to explore– rational fears of being found leaving her mind while her brain was slowly cooked in this amorous heat.
Emboldened, one of those fingers drifted back down the span of her torso to her flat stomach. Something wet suddenly wrapped around Wei Wuxian’s nipple as those deft fingers once more plundered her quivering, hungry pussy. It slobbered and rolled with unrestrained passion, savoring and winding around Wei Wuxian’s nipple all while that evil mouth sucked.
Wei Wuxian’s teeth clamped on her lip, her freed hands wavering as she gasped and moaned at the combination of sensations. Her upper half and lower half were terrorized by Lan Wangji’s attentive and all-consuming desire. In this dark, stifling limitation of the ribbon, Wei Wuxian could do nothing but close her eyes and be swept away.
The stretch was quickly becoming comfortable–desirable even, now that she was left empty for so long. The seconds in which those hands had been absent had felt like hours, her inner walls throbbing in a way that she never thought they would. With her hands freed, Wei Wuxian was able to blindly touch the woman, taking such space and liberties with her body to explore with finger tips.
Her fingers dragged through those perfect strands of hair, her fingers wrapping into a tight fist as Lan Wangji lapped and sucked on her nipple to an over-stimulating degree. Wei Wuxian’s thighs quivered through the fast fingering, those digits pushing and applying a sturdy pressure as they crooked and methodically noted her reactions.
“Is G-Gongzi A-Ying’s Baobei? The-re, there’s no milk there for you,” Wei Wuxian found herself weakly muttering, her lips pulling into a quivering smirk as she attempted to gain some of her composure. “Not yet, anyways—” She gasped as her nipple was pinched between a punishing pair of teeth, the bite softening as the woman sucked and nibbled a hickey around Wei Wuxian’s areola.
At the same time, another cruel finger was inserting alongside the two that were scratching and clawing into her walls. The stretch was everything she wanted, alighting her nerves with that delicious and slick grind. Yet it made her want to run away as she remained vulnerable to Lan Wangji’s skilled hands and passionate mouth. Without words, Wei Wuxian could feel the intensity of the woman’s feelings being pressed into her skin.
The way those hands possessively curled into and clung to her hip and pussy. Wei Wuxian gave a startled gasp as it felt like a geyser was tearing through her core and lower half. Her already hot cheeks flushed even further as liquid spurted from her pussy, her legs shaking as she clung to Lan Wangji’s head in a tight hug toward her chest.
Bliss unfurled through her, the sound of Lan Wangji’s panting and the touch of her breath and tongue upon her breast cementing itself into Wei Wuxian’s mind. She shuddered as her walls clamped and quivered upon those steady fingers, the way they molded and touched her slick pussy. Wei Wuxian could think of nothing more while her euphoric-drunk mind committed these sensations to memory.
With a groan, Wei Wuxian stiffened as her head shot up from where it lay on the tree limb. “Ah! Lan-er-jie! I, I didn’t mean to!” Wei Wuxian panted, finding her arms unwilling to physically remove the limpet of a woman clinging to her in return. “Let go, Jiejie will get this ungrateful Wei Ying’s fluids on her,” Wei Wuxian whined in embarrassment, her euphoria short-lived as she grew increasingly uncomfortable and aware of how exposed they were.
A frantic energy sparked in her chest, all while that tongue and nose languidly kissed and pressed into her cleavage. Tickling, the woman lapped and pressed lazy kisses, all while her thoroughly wetted hand remained wrapped around Wei Wuxian’s mound. Leisurely, those fingers continued to swirl and slow from that frantic thrusting, treating her more like a lover than some violent stranger. That palm gingerly pressed to Wei Wuxian’s clit in a sensual grind that had the demonic cultivator torn between flinching away from the overstimulation and pressing into it for more.
Her pussy felt like it was fluttering, the way it tightened, and her walls twitched. “Mnn, enough. We’ll definitely be caught now,” Wei Wuxian squirmed, her heart racing and her sweat chilling in the breeze. Wei Wuxian slowly sat up when those fingers left her pussy, and the woman’s weight shifted.
“Wait,” Wei Wuxian hissed, her lips pouting as she blindly gripped Lan Wangji’s forearm, her other hand moving to pull off her blindfold. “I don’t want you to leave yet,” she quietly admitted, her head dipping and her eyes closing as she pressed her face to rest her cheek on the woman’s prim and dry chest.
The sun was bright and piercing after being blinded for so long. So it took a few blinks for Wei Wuxian to raise her gaze toward the woman’s solemn expression. Wei Wuxian’s eyes flicked over those fine features, and then the quiet woman was tidying up her robes as a distraction.
It seemed as though Lan Wangji was willing Wei Wuxian not to say anything at all, despite the intimacy they shared. But Wei Wuxian couldn’t bear to have this be just a moment of shamelessness that the Lan disciplinarian later on punished herself for. Wei Wuxian was interested in something more.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighed fondly, those prim hands efficiently bringing her back to a proper display with some shuffling. If anyone were to question her flushed disposition, they could draw their own conclusion that she had partaken in the strenuous event. Her lapel and sash were tied impeccably, as though Lan Wangji had been doting and dressing her for years.
Wei Wuxian’s chest grew warm, and she couldn’t help but clasp her hand around the woman’s forearm, halting her. “...Did you?” The demonic cultivator trailed off with a blush as she watched the Lan cultivator lean back to her heels on this precarious limb, moments from jumping off and away from Wei Wuxian.
The woman paused, her glowing red ears on full display as she turned to give Wei Wuxian a questioning gaze. When she followed Wei Wuxian’s flushed gestures and pointed gazes toward her pristine, taismanned pants, her eyes flicked away, and her shoulders subtly hunched closer toward Wei Wuxian.
“Mn,” she nodded, her features deceptively calm as she fought her way from Wei Wuxian’s hold, delightfully surprised giggles filling the clearing, and a loud thud sounding out as Lan Wangji jumped to the ground.
Resting for a moment, Wei Wuxian grinned as she watched that perfectly postured set of shoulders briskly walk away from this clearing. Lan-er-Jiejie’s face truly is so thin at times, but when she grows bold and unobstructed– Wei Wuxian shuddered and licked her lips. Her gaze lingered on the dripping, slick splatter on the tree limb, Chenqing secured in her sash, before she forced herself to turn and jump off the limb.
She couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if she were to fully take that ribbon off, instead of lightly clasping it between her fingertips. Wei Wuxian shuddered and paused, considering this fate. Her thighs quaked together while her calming cheeks heated once more as her pussy throbbed in interest.
Wei Wuxian couldn’t wait to test out her theories someday…