Raunchy Torture . . .
In most circumstances, the realm of imagination tends to evoke stronger emotions than the tangible reality, a truth that remains self-evident.
Cha Eun Xiao found himself in a state of urgency, hastily activating a martial technique known as the Ice Heart Spell in an earnest endeavor to regain his composure, seeking solace amidst the turbulent tempest of his inner thoughts and emotions.
In the serene ambiance of the moment, where the gentle cadence of trickling water provided a soothing backdrop, the bewildered voice of Bing-Er pierced the air, addressing him with a phrase that possessed a captivating allure, "Brother Xiao…"
Brother Xiao...
The resonance of that appellation sent a shiver down Cha Eun Xiao's spine, its enchanting quality nearly causing him to lose control. In a valiant attempt to regain his composure, he cleared his throat and responded, "Yes?"
Curiosity laced Bing-Er's voice as she continued, her tone bespeaking a profound perplexity, "I find myself consumed by curiosity... regarding these two swollen protrusions on my chest. What could they possibly be? I have no recollection of their existence before. Initially, I conjectured they might have resulted from an impact, causing the swelling. However, numerous days have since passed, and there's been no discernible reduction. They neither cause discomfort nor itchiness, but..."
A sudden exhalation punctuated her words.
Cha Eun Xiao couldn't help but be inundated by a vivid mental image of those prominent contours, prompting his nose to betray him, releasing a crimson torrent akin to a fountain. He found himself slightly anemic as he wiped away the evidence, a sensation akin to wanting to weep but being bereft of tears. He reassured her, "Ahem. No harm has befallen you. These are simply signs of your maturation."
Bing-Er remained ensnared by confusion, continuing her inquiry, "Is that so? I've noticed changes in myself as well. I wasn't this tall previously."
"Furthermore, my facial features appear to have undergone a transformation... I can scarcely recognize myself..." Bing-Er's bewilderment remained palpable.
Cha Eun Xiao offered reassurance, "You are becoming increasingly beautiful."
Bing-Er's countenance brightened at the compliment, "Truly?"
"Indubitably. It is an unvarnished truth," Cha Eun Xiao affirmed with a nod.
"Nevertheless, these two prominent contours... They prove vexing. Their resilience is unwavering. They persistently stand so prominently," Bing-Er lamented, "Is there any way to make them more manageable? They are simply too large, hindering my ability to move freely. They have become burdensome."
She voiced her grievances.
Cha Eun Xiao exerted every effort to stanch his nosebleed, yet it obstinately resurfaced once more.
[Goodness gracious.
While countless women yearn for such perfect bosoms, here you are, wishing for them to droop...]
Cha Eun Xiao's eyes rolled upwards as he diligently wiped the remnants of blood from his nose, a task he had become all too familiar with.
"I just can't seem to get used to my top..." Bing-Er's voice continued to drift in the background, a murmur of discontent. "But there are hairs underneath..."
"Oh my god..." Cha Eun Xiao finally couldn't contain his distress any longer. He let out a mournful cry and swiftly buried his head beneath the quilt, thoughts racing. [Oh my god. Just let me die. I don't want to live through this... It's too much to bear...]
At last, the sound of the girl bathing ceased, and the soft footfalls gradually drew nearer. She approached the bed, and as she did, Cha Eun Xiao caught a whiff of a fragrance reminiscent of orchids and musk, an aroma that inexplicably brought him solace.
"Brother Xiao, what's the matter?" Bing-Er noticed the towel stained with blood on the bed and spatters on the floor. She gasped in shock and rushed to his side, snatching away the quilt that concealed him. "Brother Xiao, what happened to you? Why are you bleeding? Are you injured?"
Observing the blood flowing from Cha Eun Xiao's nose, she was stricken with fear. She clung to him tightly, her voice trembling with anxiety. "Brother Xiao, what's going on? Please don't die... Ohhh..."
Cha Eun Xiao felt his face enveloped in a soft, voluminous embrace, a sensation that brought him comfort. The fragrance in the air seemed to permeate his very being, and the blood surged forth from his nose once more...
"I've never met anyone who treats me as kindly as you do, Brother Xiao. If you were to die, I wouldn't want to live either..." Bing-Er's tears fell steadily.
Reluctantly, Cha Eun Xiao withdrew his head from her chest, although he would have preferred otherwise. He murmured, "Silly Bing-Er, don't cry. Your Brother Xiao is fine. I just have a slight fever. The nosebleed helps cool me down. Don't worry. See how well I am now."
Bing-Er scrutinized him closely, still recovering from her shock. Ultimately, a semblance of relief crossed her features. She spoke with confusion, "Are you sure everything is okay? You bled quite a bit earlier."
"I couldn't be better. Occasionally, a little bleeding isn't a bad thing," Cha Eun Xiao nodded with conviction, although he was nearly driven to madness by the breathtaking beauty before him, a paradox of a mature body and a six-year-old mind.
His nosebleed struck for the third time, leaving him feeling slightly anemic.
Bing-Er's anxiety finally ebbed away as she placed her faith in Cha Eun Xiao's reassuring words. She clapped her hand against her chest in relief, a motion that sent her bosom rippling like the undulating waves of the sea. "Then I don't need to worry..."
Cha Eun Xiao, however, found himself teetering on the brink of another nosebleed at the sight before him. Swiftly, he employed his martial arts to staunch the impending crimson tide.
In the blink of an eye, his quilt was lifted, revealing Bing-Er clad in nothing but a scant bellyband skirt. She gingerly maneuvered herself under the quilt, taking great care to avoid the injured area of her body. Gradually, she snuggled close to Cha Eun Xiao, enveloping herself in the warmth of the covers. With a sigh of contentment, she whispered, "This feels like a dream, even though I'm injured..."
Her delicate, supple arms adeptly encircled Cha Eun Xiao's frame, her soft body pressed tightly against his. She sighed once more, her tone one of profound satisfaction, "If I could hold Brother Xiao like this for the rest of my life, I would want for nothing, fear nothing... Brother Xiao, I care for you deeply."
Touched by her affection, Cha Eun Xiao gently stroked her head and assured her, "Bing-Er, you'll have a lifetime of happiness. I promise you."
A radiant smile illuminated Bing-Er's face as she joyfully nodded and planted two kisses on Cha Eun Xiao's cheek. "I know you're the best to me," she declared before settling down beside him, her breathing gradually evening out as she drifted toward slumber. She mumbled sleepily, "Such a blissful life..."
Yet within Cha Eun Xiao's heart, a different tumult raged. "Here it comes again," he lamented internally. "This is sheer torture... Oh, God, the agony is unbearable. Please, let me escape this torment..."
Cradling her tender form, he endured a sleepless night, unable to rest. Eventually, he reluctantly rose from his bed, commencing his cultivation of the East-rising Purple Qi.
With utmost care, he directed the East-rising Purple Qi and the Yin and Yang martial energy toward Bing-Er, who was deep in slumber. His goal was to restore order to her Jing and Mai, healing her and facilitating the mending of her bones.
Once more, he administered specialized drops of water to the most severely affected areas of her body, ensuring she could swallow them on her own. Thankfully, she managed to do so, sparing him the ordeal of having to feed her mouth-to-mouth—a prospect that would undoubtedly have triggered a fourth nosebleed.