Chapter 591 - 383: Tokyo Journey (12)
Chen Yuan wanted to press the issue, hoping to find out what plan made Jiangg Yao so confident. But Jiangg Yao, tired of his pestering, just kept giving him dismissive answers.
The way they were interacting, it was as if their roles had been completely reversed. Chen Yuan was like a dissatisfied newlywed, begging for more, while Jiangg Yao was the passionless husband, shooing him away.
When she got utterly fed up, she would even give her "wife" a few warning punches.
"What’s the harm in just telling me? I won’t use your idea on Ningning. Am I that kind of person? I’m just genuinely curious. Why can’t I think of a solution like that at all?"
"If you’re not that kind of person, who is?" Jiangg Yao gave him a sidelong glance. "Of course you can’t think of it. You haven’t been her sister for twenty-six years. Maybe it’s not too late for you to become her sister now. You wouldn’t even need twenty-something years—you’d probably figure it out in ten~"
"Who can wait that long?"
"Nothing to be done if you can’t wait, then."
Seeing Jiangg Yao’s detached, dismissive attitude as she casually combed her hair, Chen Yuan lost the energy to press her any further.
But honestly, he was getting desperate.
It was as if the sweetest fruit in the world, a gift from a Saintess, was right before his eyes, yet his hands and feet were bound.
He was as restless as an agitated monkey, scratching his ears and cheeks in frustration.
A moment later, Chen Yuan rolled over, using it as an excuse to kick Jiangg Yao in the butt.
"Holy shit—" she yelped instinctively.
Jiangg Yao, who had been combing her hair, shot sideways across the large bed, sliding more than a meter. Her smooth butt skidded in an arc across the sheets.
"What are you doing?" Jiangg Yao demanded, her eyes wide with shock.
"Huh? It wasn’t on purpose. I was just trying to stretch."
"You kick me more than a meter away just by stretching? Who do you think you are, Sun Wukong?"
"I might have used a little too much force, but it really wasn’t~ on purpose!"
As he spoke, Chen Yuan pulled a pillow over and yawned. The shameless way he acted all innocent after bullying Jiangg Yao was infuriating to watch.
The next moment, another pillow flew through the air and smacked him on the head.
"Oops, my hand slipped. So sorry, Young Master~ *Sumimasen*~"
"You’re looking for a fight, aren’t you?" Chen Yuan glared at her.
"I already said my hand slipped. Why are you so mean... I’m so scared," Jiangg Yao said, placing a finger on her moist lips and putting on a pitiful act.
"You’re quite the drama queen, aren’t you? It seems I’ve been too gentle with you..."
After he spoke, there was a brief silence.
Chen Yuan lunged like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. He grabbed Jiangg Yao’s ankle, dragged her toward him, and forcibly pinned her underneath him. He completely ignored her startled cries, using his strength to lock down her wrists until only her legs were left kicking.
Against the full strength of a grown man, Jiangg Yao was completely powerless to resist.
The side of her face was pressed into the mattress, her hair spilling out around her.
"*Sob*— You’re hurting me!"
"It’s supposed to hurt," Chen Yuan said. He was never as careful with Yaoyao as he was with Jiangg Ning, which in itself was a testament to their intimacy. "This is for giving me the cold shoulder all the time! Take that!"
SLAP—
His palm made intimate contact with Jiangg Yao’s soft, bouncy butt.
Jiangg Yao’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson with shame. She cried out in pain, but didn’t stop protesting.
"Why are you spanking me?! I’m not a little kid! Let me go!"
The shame flooding her mind was far more intense than the pain.
The shame was especially potent because she was completely pinned down, like a fish on a chopping block, utterly at Chen Yuan’s mercy.
Her feeble struggles hardly even counted as resistance; if anything, they would only serve to excite an assailant.
Chen Yuan showed no mercy. He had finally gotten his chance for revenge.
He wasn’t about to let it go.
It was as if he was taking out all his frustrations with Jiangg Ning on her as well.
Poor Yaoyao. She had only committed her own sins, but she was bearing the wrath meant for two people.
Jiangg Ning had long suffered at her sister’s hands; the heavens themselves had long suffered at Yaoyao’s hands.
"Stop... Stop it! You’re going to make it swell! I’m begging you, Young Master... I’m really begging you. I was wrong, okay?"
"Weren’t you being pretty defiant just now?"
"I wasn’t... I just lost my head. I forgot my place, okay? It’ll never happen again. Please let me go?"
"Do you even believe what you’re saying?"
"Then what do you want from me?" Jiangg Yao asked, turning her head with a wronged expression. In half a second, her eyes welled up with tears, complementing the intoxicating flush on her cheeks. "Let me up, Young Master. I’ll make it up to you, how about that?"
"How are you going to make it up to me? I’m listening."
"Whatever you want to do, we’ll do... okay? Please? You’re the best Young Master. You always take the best care of your Yaoyao~"
"Easy for you to say. What if you get up and go back on your word?"
"Then you can just pin me down again, it won’t be too late. Young Master, don’t you really want your Yaoyao to make it up to you? This cute Yaoyao, this~ this obedient Yaoyao... all yours, okay? Won’t you even consider it?"
As she finished speaking, she lightly bit her lip and gave Chen Yuan a wink.
It was no exaggeration.
The effect was so devastating, Chen Yuan couldn’t take it for a second longer.
He unconsciously let go of Yaoyao’s hands, his head spinning from her charm.
No one could resist Jiangg Yao when she acted cute. Never mind a softy like him; even the iron-willed Jiangg Ning wouldn’t last more than a few moments against it.
Jiangg Yao’s sweet voice still echoed in Chen Yuan’s ears. His gaze was fixed on her lips, and for a moment, he was in a daze, as if he’d been hit by a Charm spell.
Seeing her plan had succeeded, an irrepressible, mischievous smile crept onto Jiangg Yao’s lips.
However, just as she was about to scramble up...