Confined to Eden's body, Elysia watched her broken self being played with by a man she had just met. An indescribable feeling churned within her.
She wanted to leave, to get it out of her sight and out of her mind.
She wouldn't even mind burying her head in the sand, but as Ye Feng had said, he held the highest authority over the NPCs here.
Her will was only secondary.
As long as Ye Feng commanded her to stand here, Elysia could not leave.
Moreover...
"You're not allowed to look away."
He had even demanded that of her.
What a sick sense of humor.
The pure and flawless Pink Elf could only stand there helplessly, forced to watch as "she" was manipulated into various poses by Ye Feng, right here on the public street.
Although she tried her best to deny it, the scene unfolding before her eyes and the decadent sounds assailing her eardrums were incredibly potent.
One could even call it violent! A violent, almost brutal stimulation.
Elysia didn't know if her consciousness was influencing her body, or if the body was naturally this way, but her current form was gradually heating up, and her breathing had become slightly ragged...
"...Guh, how can this be..."
"Damn you, Ye Feng! I will never, ever forgive you!"
---o---
A waterside pavilion, a small bridge over a flowing stream. It was a scene of picturesque lakes and mountains, fresh and elegant.
Sunlight slanted down, casting two shadows within the pavilion built by the water.
"Hm? Did Master Diviner just make a sound?"
Qingque, holding a long whip made of red string, felt her heart tighten as she looked at Fu Xuan suspended in mid-air.
"...Could it be that Master Diviner has entered as well?"
Qingque tightened her grip on the red whip, holding her breath as she stared at the Grand Diviner hanging before her.
She was doing something utterly disrespectful.
Restraining her superior and carrying out private punishment.
If this happened on the Xianzhou, it would be far more serious than simple dismissal.
But to know something was wrong and do it anyway, leading to the current situation... it just went to show how much stress Qingque had really accumulated.
Qingque had one dream: to live each day in leisure.
This small, insignificant wish should have been easy to achieve.
However, reality had dealt her a heavy blow.
During the day, she was squeezed dry by Fu Xuan. At night, she was squeezed dry by Ye Feng.
And being squeezed was one thing, but what annoyed Qingque the most was that Ye Feng would vanish halfway through, tossing her aside like an unwanted doll.
Rage meter up↑
She couldn't possibly start 'taking matters into her own hands', could she? Don't look down on me, you bastard!
...Although, she did often win at Celestial Jade with a 'self-draw'.
It just so happened that Master Diviner was passing by, so Qingque had tied her up here.
She had to admit, whipping her superior was a fantastic way to release stress.
Even her mood had improved significantly.
To hang one's dog-headed boss up and give them a good thrashing—that was probably the ultimate dream of every wage slave.
And Qingque had achieved it!
But if Master Diviner really had arrived here, Qingque was still a little panicked.
It wasn't about any "suppression from a superior" or anything like that. It was that her dark side, which she had been freely unleashing here, would be exposed to someone else—especially someone she knew in reality. The social death would be immense.
However, the first step is always the hardest. Like many things, it's either zero times or countless times.
After experiencing the thrill of hanging and whipping Master Diviner, it was hard for Qingque to refuse such an experience again.
Qingque nervously observed Master Diviner before her.
She had to say, being suspended like this, Fu Xuan had lost some of her stern majesty and gained a thread of alluring delicateness.
Her petite, well-proportioned body, full of a mature charm, hung quietly in the elegant, ancient pavilion.
Her silky, smooth pink hair, held in place by a gilded, iridescent hairpin, was split into two ponytails that fell to a stop beside her round, pert buttocks, whose sweet, plump outline was faintly visible.
Her intricate, antique-style dress was a gorgeous palace gown of pale purple adorned with many ornaments. The carefully tailored dress was an off-the-shoulder style, revealing a large expanse of translucent, jade-like skin across her chest and shoulders. Luxurious, elegant silk-cotton material was tightly woven into a beautiful skirt, which was paired with delicate silk stockings that outlined her shapely, jade-like legs.
Her charmingly small and delicate feet were encased in short boots, inspiring the imagination of any who peeked.
Looking at her like this, no one would ever guess that she was the Grand Diviner of the Xianzhou, the one who devised strategies and held the world in her hands.
At this moment, Fu Xuan's long, thin eyelashes trembled. Her heavy eyelids struggled to lift, and her amber-colored pupils reflected a dazed image, as if viewing flowers in a fog.
'...Where... am I...?'
Fu Xuan's blurry vision was filled with double images, making it impossible to focus.
She felt extremely weak, as if she had just been pulled from the water. Her body was so heavy and exhausted that she didn't want to move a single finger.
Fu Xuan could even sense that she was suspended by her raised hands, but she had no desire to move at all.
She tried her best to look forward, where she could vaguely make out a cyan silhouette.
'...Qingque?'
Before she could react, she saw Qingque strike her body with a whip.
"?? "
Fu Xuan froze for a moment. Then, rage ignited within her.
She tried to open her mouth to scold her, but found that she couldn't speak, as if this body didn't belong to her.
Fu Xuan felt like a Suiyang trapped in a cage of flesh.
She could only watch helplessly as Qingque whipped her, unable to react.
But the pain was still there.
However, more than the physical pain, it was the psychological humiliation that stung the most.
She, one of the esteemed Six Charioteers of the Luofu, the head of the entire Divination Commission, was being hung up and whipped by her own subordinate?
If word of this got out, wouldn't she become a laughingstock?
Ugh, no... it would be much more serious than a mere laughingstock.
Fu Xuan felt like she might as well move to another planet.
But while Fu Xuan's consciousness was vaguely aware, her body remained immobile, just like sleep paralysis. She could only watch the blurry cyan figure that looked like Qingque whipping her.
Time seemed to pass very quickly, and yet also in an instant.
And now, Fu Xuan was trapped in this swamp-like stagnation.
She could feel Qingque circling her, muttering something under her breath, but she couldn't hear the words clearly.
Not only her vision but her hearing was also extremely fuzzy.
'...Am I dreaming...?'
Fu Xuan focused her mind, trying to clear her thoughts.
However—
Crack!
The whip landed hotly on her back, instantly throwing her mind into chaos.
'...Qingque!'
Fu Xuan grit her teeth internally—only to find she couldn't even perform that simple action.
She could only hang here, like a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
PS: This is the only chapter for today. I forced myself to finish it while fighting off drowsiness and exhaustion. I really can't go on... At least I didn't miss a day...
Good night, brothers.
My perfect attendance for this month is gone. Next month, I'll do my best to get it. And I'll pay back the chapters I owe. It's ten chapters, right?