You Li did not urge her, only watched quietly.
Finally, Su Yu closed her eyes, leaned forward, and pressed her lips against the exposed skin below You Li’s collarbone.
You Li’s body tensed for a moment before slowly relaxing. She let out an extremely soft sigh. That once-unattainable body was now in her palm, learning to respond in the way she dictated, with the reactions she desired—an unfamiliar, secret tremor spreading quietly along the skin she touched, bringing an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
“Continue.”
You Li’s voice fell from above her head.
Su Yu’s eyelashes trembled, and a tear silently fell onto You Li’s skin. She moved her lips, following the line of the collarbone, leaving fragmented and intermittent touches.
Her movements were chaotic, pitifully clumsy. Her fingertips remained stiffly hanging at her sides, as if raising those hands would lead to something irreversible.
You Li still did not move, only tilted her head slightly, revealing more of her pale, fragile neck. Her dark hair slipped to one side as she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of those cold, trembling lips.
The air grew thick and ambiguous. The dungeon held only Su Yu’s suppressed breaths, the cold stone walls, the dim light, the half-slipped dark robe, the pale, trembling offering, and the closed-eyed controller who endured it all.
Su Yu’s lips moved to the side of You Li’s neck. There, a pulse beat gently beneath the thin skin, carrying the warmth of life—a strange contrast to the cold aura surrounding You Li. She paused, as if startled by that rhythm. Then, as if guided by an invisible thread, she tentatively pressed her lips against the pulsing spot.
No longer a hasty touch. She lingered for a moment, the steady, powerful pulse clearly felt beneath her cold lips—one beat, then another, striking her consciousness. A sudden, unfamiliar intimacy swept through her entire being.
At that moment, the Love Gu buried in her chest instantly awakened.
A strange, burning desire seized her—no longer satisfied with mere touch, she wanted to taste, to feel the texture of that skin and the warmth of that pulse with her tongue… The thought made her stiffen, almost fleeing once more.
From You Li’s throat finally escaped a soft, low sigh. As if a long-hollowed craving had been slightly filled by that touch.
The sigh made Su Yu jerk away. She staggered backward, stopping only when the silver chain around her ankle pulled taut. She wiped her lips fiercely with the back of her hand, as if to erase all traces of the scent and the terrifying, Gu poison-induced craving.
She looked at You Li.
You Li slowly opened her eyes. There was no haze of desire in her gaze, only the calm clarity of one whose control had been satisfied. She clearly saw the fleeting struggle and longing in Su Yu’s eyes.
“Continue.”
Su Yu lowered her gaze. After a long pause, she finally leaned forward once more. This time, under the silent urging of the Love Gu, her kiss was no longer a stiff press. Instead, her tongue slowly glided across…
…
Until You Li was finally satisfied.
She raised her hand, leisurely pulling her slipped collar back into place and tying the silk ribbon. Only after tidying up did she look at Su Yu, her gaze lingering for a moment on Su Yu’s swollen, moist lips.
“Passable.”
She rose and walked to the small side table, picking up the small mirror framed with black crystal to examine herself. Along the side of her neck and below her collarbone, aside from the faint damp flush, there seemed to be something more…
She brushed her fingers lightly over those spots, then turned to look at Su Yu, who remained frozen in place.
“Tomorrow, I’ll take you out.”
Without waiting for Su Yu’s reaction, she walked straight toward the cell door.
The door closed.
Silence returned to the dungeon, leaving Su Yu standing alone in the cold glow of the Moonlit Moss, trembling uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face in a silent frenzy, but when she raised a hand to cover her lips, her fingertips felt not only sorrow but also the lingering, searing memory of the Gu poison and the touch itself.
She slowly slid to the floor, curling into herself and burying her face deep in her knees. The soft, Smoke Purple dress gradually grew damp with tears.
Between her lips and tongue, she could still taste the coolness of You Li’s skin, the pulse of her heartbeat, and that trace of… her own lingering moisture. In her ears, You Li’s sigh of satisfaction still echoed.
To please… had she succeeded?
In this way. In a way that even she herself was beginning to lose control.