I don't want to be trained by my senior sister!

Ning Qian was practically gritting her teeth.

Fang Xuan, who was clearly suffering from yang poisoning but still stubbornly trying to escape, was dragged and pulled into an abandoned side hall.

Disobedient junior brothers need to be severely punished.

The furnishings inside the hall were dusty, with several overturned tables and chairs scattered around, and some blurry fragments of meridian scrolls hanging on the walls.

Judging from the layout, it looks like a long-abandoned sect academy.

Ning Qian looked around and spread her divine sense to confirm that the place was indeed deserted and uninhabited, which calmed her down a bit.

She used force to push Fang Xuan down into the chair.

Fang Xuan leaned against the hardwood, looking down at Ning Qian, whose face was frosty but whose ear tips were red.

While inwardly applauding the system's uncanny prediction, she continued to feign resistance: "Senior sister...this is outside...this isn't appropriate..."

"Shut up." Ning Qian's voice was very low. She leaned down slightly and kissed his cold and aloof face again, her breath warm.

"I've scanned the area with my divine sense; there's no one within a ten-mile radius."

At that moment, the mission instructions echoed in Fang Xuan's mind again: [Please demonstrate a stronger stance of resistance!]

Fang Xuan took a deep breath, trying to put on a serious expression, and pushed Ning Qian away: "Alright, Senior Sister, stop fooling around..."

"Stop fooling around?" Ning Qian grabbed his wrist as he pushed her away, her cool eyes staring straight into his.

She pressed her tongue tightly as she spoke: "Then what about what you said before? If you're lying, then... I'll teach you a lesson."

She never wanted to be just his senior sister; she cared about every word he said.

I don't want to think... this is just nonsense.

She also felt wronged.

.......

The word "training" came out clearly from her mouth.

Fang Xuan was visibly taken aback.

This system is so powerful.

[Mission complete, reward settled: Basic reward - Spirit Power Bun, upgraded to Brown Sugar Spirit Power Bun! Discipline Value +500!]

[Current suggestion: Host Fang Xuan, please give up resistance and immediately, unconditionally offer your body to your master Ning Qian for her to play with.]

For the first time, Fang Xuan felt that the system was actually quite good to him.

The mission is now complete.

After so much foreplay, he simply couldn't resist.

Why go through all this trouble? He prefers things to be direct...

Just as Ning Qian's momentum eased slightly.

He, who had been pinned to the chair, stood up and slammed Ning Qian against the wall.

...The situation reversed in an instant.

Fang Xuan lowered his head, his hot breath spraying onto her sensitive earlobe, and then he opened his mouth and gently bit her small, jade-like earlobe.

"Mmm...!" Ning Qian trembled all over, as if an electric shock had tingled half of her body.

The bit of formidable aura that had just been gathered dissipated almost entirely in an instant.

Her clear, cool eyes were also misty with a hazy, watery fog.

"Senior sister, of course I mean it."

"What...do you know..." Ning Qian's voice softened, but still carried a hint of grievance.

The junior brother doesn't understand anything and doesn't know about her feelings that even she herself can't figure out.

I have no idea of ​​the weight and scheming in her heart.

I wonder what kind of almost obsessive fear of losing him lies beneath her current facade of strength...

"I don't understand, but all I know is... I like my senior sister, and she likes me too."

Ning Qian was slightly taken aback by Fang Xuan's words and began to calm down.

The obsession that had arisen from the fear that he would "run away" or "be taken away" was gradually replaced by a more shameful feeling.

Only then did she belatedly realize what she had just done... shoving her junior brother into the abandoned schoolroom, pinning him to a chair, and saying things like "training" him...

That was too impulsive.

Not only outside... but here it's also dimly lit and abandoned.

However, right now, he was pinning her down, and she couldn't break free for the time being.

......

"Okay...okay..." Ning Qian turned her head away, trying to avoid his hot breath, her voice barely audible.

"Let's go back first... This place... is really not suitable..."

.......

Senior sister has appeased him.

Their momentum waned, and they realized they were embarrassed and wanted to back down.

But he was still obsessed.

"Senior sister," he said, gripping Ning Qian's wrist as she tried to push him away from his chest, gently pressing it against the wall, their fingers intertwined.

"Now... it's not up to you to decide."

"No...not here..." Ning Qian struggled for a moment, but her strength was weak, more like a reluctant acceptance.

Fang Xuan didn't give her a chance to continue speaking. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, which she still wanted to protest.

At the same time, his other hand was not idle either. He found the tie of her plain white dress at the waist and gently tugged it.

The ties were loose, and the hem of the garment was slightly open.

Her delicate hand slipped under the edge of her dress, reaching her waist, and caressed her smooth, slender waist.

Then it slides down, over the flat stomach.

Finally, his gaze fell upon her long, straight legs, which aroused his lust at first sight.

It feels incredibly smooth and delicate against the skin.

"Ugh...!" Ning Qian tensed up, stimulated by his bold movements and the unfamiliar touch on her legs.

Barely regaining a sliver of consciousness from the deep kiss, she pressed her hands against his burning chest, utterly ashamed.

"Junior brother...this place...is really not good..."

"Don't talk..." Fang Xuan frowned, his tone tinged with impatience. "Your clothes are stuck. Take them off yourself."

He shook his head, then started to feel a little disoriented again.

This constitution is really too addictive.

It might take at least seven or eight hours to resolve this.

Ning Qian's head was spinning from the kisses, and she obediently replied, "Oh... okay... okay."

Then, with trembling hands, she began to fumble for the buttons on the cumbersome dress she was wearing...