Chapter 10: Late Revenge
Zhou Zhiruo just happened to be a little thirsty, so she took the cup and drained it in one go. The two of them chatted idly for a few more moments, and then the conversation died again. Zhou Zhiruo had no choice but to say, "It’s getting late. Let’s rest."
With that, she went to the bed and sat down, only to realize in surprise that Song Qingshu had followed right behind her. Her expression soured at once. "What are you doing coming over here? Your bed is over there."
Song Qingshu wore a strange smile and sat down by the bed. "I want to sleep in this bed."
A trace of irritation rose in Zhou Zhiruo’s heart, but thinking that he was already pitiable enough, she stood up. "Then I’ll sleep on the floor."
"No, no, I want to sleep with you," Song Qingshu said, his grin widening.
"You!" Zhou Zhiruo thought he must have lost his mind. She raised a hand to slap him, but suddenly her vision swam and all strength drained from her body. She collapsed onto the bed.
Song Qingshu looked at the half-open, half-closed eyes of the woman on the bed with a smile. "Wifey, how does this husband’s Ten Fragrance Soft Muscle Powder taste?"
Zhou Zhiruo remembered the cup of tea he had handed her moments ago and felt alarm shoot through her. She lowered her voice and snapped, "Song Qingshu, have you gone crazy?"
"Crazy?" Song Qingshu laughed oddly. "I really am crazy. Watching you and Zhang Wuji roll around in ecstasy right in front of me, while I still had to pretend I knew nothing about it."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhou Zhiruo’s face changed. She thought he had found out about the arrangement between her and Zhang Wuji, and in guilty panic said, "You know? Impossible, you aren’t..."
"Aren’t what? Aren’t I the one who was sealed in acupoints?"
Song Qingshu stroked her smooth cheek and said unhurriedly, "Luckily heaven still had eyes. By a stroke of luck I woke up. Later, after I was on guard, I forced out all the Ten Fragrance Soft Muscle Powder you’d prepared for us, and only then did I learn about the disgraceful things you two shameless dogs were up to."
If not for the fact that the two of them had pretended to treat his injuries while secretly sneaking off to meet one another, Song Qingshu would not have been so furious, and he would not have decided to get his revenge before leaving.
"Song Qingshu! What exactly do you want?" As he touched her face, Zhou Zhiruo only felt a prickling sensation running over her scalp.
"In such a perfect setting, you and I lying on the same bed, and we’re husband and wife. What do you think I want?"
Song Qingshu began undoing the buttons at her collar, one by one, very slowly, deliberately slowly.
"Song Qingshu, how dare you!" Watching her clothes be opened bit by bit until the color of the undergarment inside was revealed, Zhou Zhiruo flushed red and snapped at him.
"I’m your husband. What’s wrong with asking you to fulfill your duty as a wife?" At last Song Qingshu loosened the outer layers and admired the pale pink little garment underneath. "Oh? It’s even embroidered with mandarin ducks."
"Song Qingshu, I will definitely kill you!" With the cool air on her chest, Zhou Zhiruo thought of the nightmare that was about to follow, and trembled with rage.
"To die beneath a peony, even as a ghost I’d still be romantic. Getting one night of pleasure with a stunning beauty famous all over the world like you is worth it."
Song Qingshu wrapped an arm around her fragrant shoulder and helped her sit up. He loosened the bun pinned atop her head and let her black hair spill down over her snow-white skin. The beauty of it made Song Qingshu’s breathing hitch.
"Qingshu, please spare me. You used to be so good to me. Why are you doing this now?"
Seeing that threats did nothing to Song Qingshu at all, Zhou Zhiruo grew more and more panicked and could not help begging him in a soft voice.
"When I think of you lying beneath Zhang Wuji, pretending to resist while secretly welcoming him, the old Song Qingshu is already dead."
Song Qingshu said coldly. With a flick of his fingers, he opened the knot behind her neck, and the pink undergarment slipped silently down to her waist.
"You’ve misunderstood..." She had thought all along that Song Qingshu was furious because he had heard her agree to reconcile with Zhang Wuji and renew their old ties. Only now did she realize that was not the case at all.
"Misunderstood?" Song Qingshu gave a cold laugh. "I saw it with my own eyes. What misunderstanding could there be? Stop talking nonsense. It only makes me look down on you even more."
"I never did anything with him!" Knowing that any explanation was useless now, Zhou Zhiruo closed her eyes in pain. Tear after tear slid from the corners of her eyes.
"Smells so good!" Song Qingshu lifted his head from her chest and felt the moment was about right. He loosened her belt and pressed his whole body down over hers.
"Zhiruo, though your mouth says no, your body’s reaction is the exact opposite." Song Qingshu lifted a finger slick with glistening moisture and waved it in front of Zhou Zhiruo.
"Shameless!" Zhou Zhiruo felt utterly humiliated, and hated the reaction of her own body at that moment. She said coldly, "If a dog bites you, it hurts too. Does that mean you like being bitten by a dog?"
"You can call me a bad guy if you want, just like you call Zhang Wuji one."
Hearing him mention Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo’s heart clenched. At the same time, she felt a hot, hard thing pierce through her body, and she knew her innocence was gone. Her mind went blank.
Song Qingshu spent about the time of one incense stick moving on top of her. Unsatisfied with merely kissing her skin, he remembered the lingering sweetness of her mouth and went searching for her lips.
Zhou Zhiruo struggled to dodge him and keep him from getting his way. She said viciously, "I may not have any inner strength left, but if your filthy tongue dares come in here, I’ll bite it off for sure!"
"If you dare bite, I’ll strip you naked and hang you on the city gate for the whole world to admire the body of the Emei Sect leader."
"You! Mm... mm..." The moment Zhou Zhiruo opened her mouth, he seized the opening and forced his way in. For a moment she really did not dare bite down, and could only let the other man taste her fragrant tongue as humiliating muffled cries spilled from her mouth.
Zhou Zhiruo silently endured his wanton abuse of her body. At last Song Qingshu lay motionless on top of her.
Her sensitive body could tell that he had left far too much of himself inside her. Fighting back a wave of nausea, Zhou Zhiruo secretly gathered the scattered strands of true qi.
"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked down and saw the red stain on the bed. Shock flashed across his face. "You... how are you still... a virgin?"
Zhou Zhiruo shot him a look full of hatred, biting her lip hard without saying a word.
At this point, after his initial shock, Song Qingshu instead felt a burst of wild delight. After resting for a moment, he felt the soft, beautifully curved body beneath him and quickly got aroused again.
But he was not in a hurry to continue. Instead, he took out a dagger and measured it against Zhou Zhiruo’s throat. "Zhiruo, I know that once you recover your martial arts you’ll definitely kill me, so I have no choice but to strike first."
Zhou Zhiruo was startled. The traces of true qi she had just managed to gather scattered once more. She suddenly realized that since he had figured this out, and assuming he was of normal intelligence, he really could not possibly let her go. Thinking of that, she actually calmed down. "If you want to kill me, then kill me. If you think you can use this to force me to promise not to seek revenge afterward, that’s a fool’s fantasy. Even if I become a ghost, I still won’t let you off."
"Fine, I’ll give you a chance to get revenge," Song Qingshu said with a strange smile. "I know you were just trying to recover your power, and such a heavenly beauty as you is a pity to waste. So I’ll try a few more times and see whether you have the ability to restore your strength in that span of time. If you agree, nod. If you don’t, I’ll send you straight to the other world right now. Anyway, while it’s still warm, we can always do it one more time."
Thinking that even after death she still would not escape his humiliation, Zhou Zhiruo felt a chill. At this moment she hated Song Qingshu to the bone. Since she had already been used by him anyway, a few more times did not amount to much. She just needed to seize the chance to recover her strength; as long as she could kill him, it would all be worth it.
"Still haven’t made up your mind?" Song Qingshu looked at her with a smile that was not quite a smile, the sharp blade roaming along her throat.
"Mm..." Zhou Zhiruo felt ashamed, but in the end she could only nod helplessly.
"This time you’re the one begging me to have you. Don’t forget that from now on." Song Qingshu’s words nearly made Zhou Zhiruo spit out a mouthful of blood.
The red waves were tossed over and over. Song Qingshu sweated like rain on top, while Zhou Zhiruo lay below him, her face flushed crimson.
Each time Zhou Zhiruo barely managed to gather a little internal force, the other party would slam into her hard by accident, jolting her so badly that her heart and mind shook, and she had no choice but to start all over again.
That night, Song Qingshu was driven nearly mad with exhaustion. In the end he released himself a full six times, while Zhou Zhiruo still could not gather any internal power at all and could only lie there limp all over, surrendering to fate as she closed her eyes.