Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Venerable Qianhua smiled serenely, her voice carrying a lazy composure mixed with a seductive charm unique to a woman of her age, inexplicably stirring one’s heartstrings.

"I really like your presumptuous clarity and rebelliousness. It makes you worth the effort to tame..."

As she spoke, she leaned back, stretching her right leg in front of You Su even further, nearly bringing it to You Su’s mouth.

Under the thin black silk, her exquisite jade toes looked like strands of dark pearls.

"Do you want to eat it?"

"You haven’t washed your feet."

The tip of You Su’s nose could almost feel the warmth emanating from the jade foot.

Venerable Qianhua giggled knowingly. She certainly wouldn’t be angered by You Su’s provocation. As a Venerable of the Void Realm, her feet wouldn’t be sullied even if unwashed.

She tapped downward with her foot again, whether intentionally or unintentionally, brushing the tip of You Su’s nose ever so lightly with her toes:

"Lie down, submit to me, and I will reward you."

"You’re using the backsword binding; my hands are tied behind me, so if I lie down directly, my face will hit the ground first."

An unusual glint appeared in Venerable Qianhua’s eyes, "You also understand this art of rope binding?"

You Su remained silent, neither affirming nor denying.

Venerable Qianhua arched an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over You Su’s muscles accentuated by the binding ropes, her smile growing more satisfied:

"You can’t see it yourself, but I can tell you, your face genuinely pleases this Pavilion Master. So you needn’t worry. Just lie down; as long as I’m here, I won’t let your face be harmed..."

Under no protection, no sane person would allow their face to hit the ground.

Venerable Qianhua’s trick was precisely to force You Su to relinquish instinctive resistance and instead trust and submit to her.

Yet You Su remained still, shaking his head and saying:

"No, you wouldn’t. You’ll let my face hit the floor solidly, then press your foot on the back of my head, pinning me so I can’t lift it. Simply lying down wouldn’t sufficiently vent your anger. You want to humiliate me utterly and then give me a little sweetness, so I’ll feel grateful and adore you."

The beautiful woman with gold-rimmed glasses was stunned, her voice rising slightly upon having her intentions exposed:

"I never expected that despite your outward appearance of restraint and propriety, you’re actually one of my kind. Interesting, truly interesting."

"Please do not slander me. I am not one of your kind; I just happen to have read a lot of books."

You Su maintained his usual calm tone, neither angry nor despondent.

"So, it seems you’re a scholar?"

Venerable Qianhua countered with interest, sneering coldly:

"My favorite toying with is a self-righteous scholar like you, but they’re all falsely noble, truly worthless! Just seeing me, they long to flatter, disregarding any sense of propriety, righteousness, integrity, benevolence, filial piety, loyalty, or faith. Such uninteresting playthings, I don’t even want to look at them, they’re not even as amusing as the stubborn young girls in my pavilion..."

The cold yet stunning beauty spoke with increasing excitement, her reflection flickering in the candlelight, revealing a hint of morbidity:

"But you’re different... Not only have you truly angered me, but you’re also a blind man who won’t covet beauty! You’re even skilled in the art of rope binding, just like me! You’re simply a treasure heaven sent to me!"

"Please don’t flatter yourself. I’m not a treasure sent to you by heaven; I’m a punishment sent to you by heaven."

You Su knew well that dealing hysterically with such a control-obsessed person would only further excite her, and complying too easily would make her lose interest.

And such tepid provocation was the best way to infuriate a woman like her.

"I really wonder if, in hindsight, you’ll feel ashamed of your current demeanor?"

"You can think to your heart’s content. You must have a rich imagination to design so many exquisite clothes."

You Su mercilessly mocked.

Venerable Qianhua adjusted her glasses and suddenly stood up from the bed, a waft of faint fragrance enveloping the air.

Her fragrance was a cool yet enticing scent. You Su felt that a woman’s body scent, to a certain extent, reflected her true character. This woman was just so repressed, wanting to show her transcendent pride while also wanting others to become obsessed with her.

Venerable Qianhua was unaware of You Su’s thoughts, she was merely retrieving something from the bedside cabinet—a thin leather whip.

She slightly lifted her chin, her mouth curling into a cold smile, lightly caressing the whip, producing a sound that made one’s heart palpitate.

"You’re also the first man to kneel here, so I’ll make an exception and reward you a bit; they must strive greatly to earn such a favor..."

As she spoke, she pressed a foot against You Su’s chest, making him lean back entirely, bound hand and foot, lying prone on the ground.

She lashed fiercely, the whip traced a shadow in the air, and a loud crack echoed.

You Su clenched his teeth in pain, the sensation piercing straight to his core.

Venerable Qianhua observed You Su’s tense and trembling mouth, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes.

But she made no further move, raising her foot to step down imposingly, steadily.

She stepped as if crushing a loathsome insect, lightly swiveling her toes, grinding unceasingly.

You Su couldn’t describe the feeling, pain intertwined with beauty, following closely.

Venerable Qianhua was eagerly engrossed, while You Su remained silent.

The beautiful woman reveled in the moment, You Su’s resilience invigorating her spirit.

"I really wasn’t wrong; you are the best toy I’ve ever encountered."