After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 136
Chapter 136: Past Life (12) – Hidden Beauty
Yin Buqi truly didn’t let her go.
Step by step, he explored her, clumsy at first, but driven by instinct, he quickly grasped the essentials, and at last, they consummated their relationship.
He had now learned wickedness—and learned it fast.
In matters of intimacy, he was entirely self-taught, his fingers igniting flames on her body.
He laughed lowly beside her ear, his gaze deep and voice husky to the point of madness.
“Master, look at me.”
Jiang Niannian couldn’t help but curse, “Bastard…”
Before she could finish, his scorching lips sealed hers.
“You said it would be just one…”
“How could that ever be enough?”
Yin Buqi, seeing her astonished expression, felt an even greater surge of pleasure.
Rage, ecstasy, hatred—all these tangled emotions burned like oil over fire.
“Master, you are truly naive. How could you believe the words of a wretch like me…”
“Wicked disciple!”
“Ah, this term, I quite like~”
Yin Buqi chuckled.
“But I’d prefer it if Master called me ‘husband.’”
Jiang Niannian thought he had gone mad.
“You call me ‘Master’ but want me to call you ‘husband.’ Don’t you find it unethical? Doesn’t it sound off to you?!”
“Not at all.”
His black hair, disheveled, cascaded over her body like silk.
“Right now, your disciple dares to do anything, desires everything—completely unrestrained, my dear master.”
His red lips curled into a smile, his pale complexion accentuating the ruthless glint in his eyes, a twisted and decadent desire lurking within.
Jiang Niannian’s throat was hoarse.
All she could see was the taut muscles of his back, veins bulging, betraying a tightly restrained yet fervent desire.
—
Heavy snow pressed upon the green pines, yet they stood tall and straight.
To know the purity of the pine, one must wait for the snow to melt.
The night passed.
The rain that had poured all night finally ceased, and as the morning light warmed, birds chirped incessantly.
Jiang Niannian was drenched in sweat, strands of hair not belonging to her tangled upon her skin.
Forcing her eyes open, she caught sight of a loosely draped inner robe—beneath it, a lean, firm torso.
He was still asleep, yet he had wrapped both his arms and legs tightly around her, clinging close.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Jiang Niannian heard the sound of a heartbeat.
Hers. And his.
She recalled all that he had done last night, and anger flared within her, obliterating whatever joy she had felt at his return.
Jiang Niannian’s expression wavered between laughter and tears in her fury.
Her disciple—though often troublesome—had always been obedient to her.
How had he become like this?!
Her limbs weak, she still tried to gather her strength, enduring the searing pain in her spiritual veins in an attempt to break free.
Afraid of making a sound and alerting him, she bit down hard on her arm.
The pain made cold sweat bead upon her forehead, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, its metallic scent spreading through the darkness.
Yet she remained silent.
After a while, she felt something wet on her neck.
Yin Buqi was licking her.
Jiang Niannian shut her eyes.
He was awake.
Though she couldn’t see Yin Buqi’s gaze, she could sense the ice and daggers hidden within.
“Master, don’t waste your energy. This seal was created especially for you—you won’t break it.”
As he spoke, he trailed his tongue along the veins in her neck, lips pressing and sucking, his tongue teasing the bruises left from last night, drenching them, leaving them imbued with his scent.
“Master, you’re bleeding… quite a bit.”
Jiang Niannian’s body stiffened, and a low chuckle reached her ears.
“Master, what are you thinking? Your disciple was merely saying—you’re sweating a lot.”
Seeing her remain silent, Yin Buqi’s red eyes darkened.
“How long does master plan on pretending to sleep?”
Jiang Niannian let out an imperceptible sigh.
This must be what they meant by ‘raising a disciple well, only to be devoured in the end.’
A hundred years ago, upon hearing of his death, she refused to accept it.
A hundred years later, Yin Buqi had returned—but Jiang Niannian had no choice but to accept that the disciple she once knew was truly “dead.”
The man before her, who had so brazenly violated her and used such sinister means against her—how could he still be her disciple?
She still ignored him, struggling against the seal, enduring the agony, her body trembling slightly.
Smelling blood, Yin Buqi grew impatient.
He pried her hand away and said coldly, “Master, you’d best behave. Don’t try any tricks, or I can’t promise I won’t do something truly unforgivable.”
Jiang Niannian whispered, “Buqi, whether you believe it or not, I never meant to kill you.”
Yin Buqi’s red eyes studied her, his thoughts unreadable. After a long silence, he finally spoke.
“Master, marry me. If you do, I’ll let go of the past. How about it?”
Jiang Niannian was stunned.
Could he… be serious?
But…
As she hesitated, Yin Buqi casually conjured a wedding robe, lifted her from the blankets, and earnestly dressed her.
The embroidery and luster were unlike anything mundane, the fabric resembling Fire Silk—a material guarded by ancient divine beasts, possessing immense defensive power and an almost ethereal beauty.
Using it for a wedding gown was sheer extravagance.
After dressing her, Yin Buqi’s gaze softened slightly.
“Master looks beautiful like this… Once I find a phoenix coronet worthy of you, we shall be wed.”
Jiang Niannian suddenly felt suffocated.
She didn’t want to deceive him, but she had to restore her cultivation.
For now, she had to bide her time.
After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Niannian nodded.
“Alright, I agree. Now, release the seal.”
Yin Buqi was far too perceptive.
He could easily tell whether she was sincere.
His gaze cooled, and he fed her a pill before finally breaking the seal.
“What did you just give me?”
“Master needn’t worry.”
Yin Buqi pecked her lips, his touch chilling her heart.
“It’s a special Bone-Softening Powder I crafted just for you. It contains my own blood. Every three days, you must… be with me, or else your meridians will shatter, your face will rot, and you will die.”
Under Jiang Niannian’s furious glare, he deliberately paused, lightly biting her earlobe before laughing softly.
“Master, aren’t I thoughtful? Does this arrangement please you?”
Casually draping a robe over himself, he stood and looked at the countless jade mirrors embedded in the walls.
With a wave of his hand, all the reflections shattered into nothingness.
“This barrier is still too crude—it doesn’t suit my master. Once we return to the heavens, I shall build you a palace, vast beyond measure.”
Turning back, he flashed a sly grin.
“I’ve long tired of playing the obedient disciple, master. Now, I want to play at keeping a hidden beauty in my golden house.”
