My Villainess Is Definitely Not a Black Lotus - Chapter 45

The steps to turn a woman into a Mo Jing are as follows

First, like slowly boiling a frog, gradually numb her senses by familiarizing her with your touch and confirming she doesn’t reject intimacy with women.

Once this is established, proceed to the second step begin subtly seducing her while carefully observing her reactions. If she reciprocates your feelings, congratulations—the play can continue.

Next comes the third step force the issue. Once she’s experienced the pleasures of women, she’ll naturally become dependent on them.

Ji Xiaoyu now stood on the threshold of this third step. She hadn’t been in a hurry initially, planning to wait until she was older and more mature. But now, she couldn’t wait any longer.

She couldn’t wait to confirm certain things.

However, to truly take this step, she still needed to make many preparations.

After work that day, Fu Jianxu naturally reached out to take Ji Xiaoyu’s hand, as she always did.

Ji Xiaoyu paused slightly, lowered her head, and bit her lip. Her voice was soft and hesitant Jiejie, I want to buy something first.

Fu Jianxu was about to nod in agreement when the girl continued, her voice even softer, tinged with uncertainty Jiejie… could you wait for me in the store?

Fu Jianxu froze, almost thinking she’d misheard. Hmm?

Misinterpreting her hesitation as rejection, Ji Xiaoyu’s fingertips unconsciously curled inward. She tilted her head up, her eyes glistening with a hint of pleading Is that not okay, Jiejie…?

Of course! Fu Jianxu replied almost immediately, her tone even more cheerful than usual.

How could she possibly act like one of those overbearing parents who restrict their daughter’s freedom?

She was just… a little surprised. This girl, who was usually inseparable from her and told her everything, suddenly seemed to have her own secrets.

Sitting in the shop, watching the shadows come and go outside the door, time seemed to stretch endlessly. It was nearly an hour later when that familiar, slender figure finally hurried back.

Fu Jianxu, who had been waiting so long she was nearly dozing off, was listlessly slumped over the counter. Hearing footsteps, she instinctively looked up and immediately spotted the girl.

Her eyes lit up, and she quickly stood up, rubbed the sleep-induced tears from the corners of her eyes, and reached out to take the girl’s slightly cool hand. All done? Let’s go home.

The girl nodded obediently and squeezed her hand back.

As they walked home, twilight deepened, the sky transitioning from dusk to darkness. Remarkably, there wasn’t a single breeze, and the air carried a tranquil warmth.

The weather’s lovely today, not a breeze in sight, Fu Jianxu said casually, kicking a small pebble along the road. Xiaoyu, how about a relaxing bath to unwind?

No thanks, Sister.

Fu Jianxu turned to look at the girl, noticing her distracted, absent-minded demeanor. The suppressed curiosity in her heart stirred again, poking its head out. She desperately wanted to know where Xiaoyu had been for the past hour, what she had done, and what she had bought that she needed to hide.

But then she reminded herself that Xiaoyu was growing up and deserved her own thoughts and secrets. As a self-proclaimed enlightened parent, she shouldn’t pry.

Forcing down the question that had nearly slipped out, she simply replied dryly, Oh.

To her surprise, the next day, Xiaoyu was acting the same way!

Fu Jianxu sat alone in the shop, waiting. Time stretched out like overcooked porridge—thick, suffocating, and making her heart itch with restlessness. She couldn’t sit still, her mind practically clawing at her chest!

Seeing her so bored she might as well sprout mushrooms, Chen Zhen sent her to the backyard to keep Chen Siwen company while he studied.

Staring at the page filled with dense, unfamiliar traditional Chinese characters—barely a few recognizable in each line—Fu Jianxu’s eyelids grew heavier than they had been while waiting earlier.

Before she could even process the first few characters, Chen Siwen’s clear, crisp voice rang out Aunt Fu, have you finished this page yet?

Fu Jianxu’s eyes glazed over, her mind a complete blank.

Finished? She had barely recognized the first few characters!

Yet, maintaining a facade of composure, Fu Jianxu nodded stiffly.

As if a university student like me would admit to not knowing how to read!

With a nonchalant air, Chen Siwen reached out and flipped the page.

The new page was even more densely packed with unfamiliar characters, resembling an ancient, indecipherable script.

Fu Jianxu’s eyes went vacant, her soul nearly escaping her body.

She endured until the familiar figure of the little girl appeared in the doorway. Feeling as if she had been granted a pardon, Fu Jianxu practically leaped up to escape the soporific desk, exhaling a long, relieved breath.

Strangely, though she had been intensely drowsy while facing the book, the moment she lay down in bed that night, all the suppressed suspicions from the day flooded her mind.

Fu Jianxu lay wide-eyed in the darkness, staring so intently at the ceiling that she felt she might bore a hole through it. She tossed and turned for most of the night, unable to figure out what the little girl had been doing these past two days to avoid her.

And she hasn’t brought home any new toys or anything…

Could it be… she’s met someone new?

The thought brought a strange tightness to her chest. But then she reminded herself that the girl was at a lively age, and making new friends was a good thing…

Yes, it’s a good thing.

She repeated this to herself, determined to be an open-minded and reasonable parent. She could suppress this inappropriate curiosity she didn’t mind at all.

But she never imagined that the third day, the fourth day… and for several days in a row, it would continue.

Her forced open-mindedness was finally wearing thin.

Whether it was that clueless kid or that blond-haired rascal, they were luring her child away every day! Being open-minded didn’t mean letting things go unchecked!

Parent Fu Jianxu had reached her breaking point!

And when she reached her breaking point, there was no need to endure any longer!

On the fifth day after work, Fu Jianxu took several deep breaths, composed her expression, and resolved to get to the bottom of this today. She strode out of the kitchen, ready to speak—

Only to find the girl already waiting there, her smile as radiant as a flower. She greeted Fu Jianxu warmly, naturally slipping her arm through hers. Her voice was soft and gentle Sister, you must be tired today! Let’s go home.

All the carefully rehearsed questions and pent-up emotions were instantly choked back by that sweet smile and affectionate gesture, dying before they could be uttered.

Fu Jianxu’s breath caught in her chest, her cheeks flushing slightly. For a long moment, she couldn’t utter a word, allowing the little girl to pull her along in a daze toward home.

Ji Xiaoyu, keenly sensing the change in the person beside her, slowed her pace and tilted her head up to ask softly, Sister, what’s wrong? You don’t look well.

Fu Jianxu frantically shook her head, exerting all her willpower to swallow the questions and the Damn it! that had surged to her lips. Her voice came out dry, N-nothing. It’s nothing.

The little girl remained unconvinced, her eyes filled with deeper concern.

She stopped walking, stood on tiptoe, and reached out her cool, soft hand to gently press it against Fu Jianxu’s forehead. Are you feverish from exhaustion?

The tender touch sent a wave of heat rushing through Fu Jianxu’s face, turning it crimson. She almost clumsily pulled the little girl’s hand down, clasping it in her own. No, no fever! Really… I just… I was just a little distracted.

Seeing the lingering doubt in the girl’s eyes, Fu Jianxu, terrified of further questioning, tightened her grip and practically fled forward, dragging Xiaoyu along.

Ji Xiaoyu stumbled slightly as she was pulled, but her gaze remained fixed on the retreating figure ahead—a back view that bordered on a panicked escape.

Her sister’s guilty, breathless demeanor, so desperately trying to maintain composure, was utterly captivating.

Having teased her once, she couldn’t resist teasing her again.

A faint smile slowly bloomed in her eyes.

Sister, are you… ready?

Fu Jianxu was far from ready.

During dinner, she ate without tasting, her gaze drifting repeatedly to the quiet girl across the table. The carefully rehearsed words churned in her throat, rolling over and over, only to be swallowed down with her rice—she wasn’t ready.

As she washed up in the steamy kitchen, the gentle, caring questions she had rehearsed countless times in her mind seemed to blur into the mist—still not ready.

Finally, just before turning off the lights and getting into bed, she took a deep breath, clenched her fists in the darkness, and felt the carefully crafted inquiry—which she believed to be both non-offensive and fully expressive of parental concern—etched into her heart.

This time, I’ll ask naturally!

Determined, she whirled around, ready to speak. But the moment her eyes landed on the scene before her, all her meticulously prepared words crumbled into fragments too shattered to piece back together.

She froze completely, her pupils dilating slightly in shock, even forgetting to breathe.

Ji Xiaoyu lay on her side, facing her, wearing only a thin, nearly transparent white silk nightgown. The moonlight traced the contours of the girl’s just-developing figure, hinting at the delicate curves beneath the fabric. Her skin and undergarments were faintly visible through the sheer material.

The young girl’s long, jet-black hair spread across the pillow, accentuating her fair, innocent face. Yet her eyes, fixed on Fu Jianxu, shimmered with a wet, seductive allure that starkly contrasted her pure appearance—bold, direct, and as if those fox-like eyes held hooks.

What truly short-circuited Fu Jianxu’s mind was the striking red silk ribbon tightly wound around the girl’s wrist.

Seeing Fu Jianxu freeze, Ji Xiaoyu didn’t flinch. Instead, she propped herself up slightly, allowing the slippery fabric to cling even more closely to her curves. Her voice, soft and gentle, felt like a feather tickling the most sensitive part of Fu Jianxu’s heart.

Jiejie… she murmured, drawing out the last syllable with a hint of coquettishness. Didn’t Jiejie say I look good in red?

Fu Jianxu’s throat went dry. She swallowed awkwardly, her heart pounding like a drum, bl00d rushing to her head, and her cheeks burning intensely.

Jiejie, why are you staring at me without saying a word? Ji Xiaoyu’s gaze drifted slowly over Fu Jianxu’s stiff body, her tone suggestive. Does Jiejie want to… do something else?

Fu Jianxu’s mind went blank. She watched helplessly as Ji Xiaoyu chuckled softly and leaned closer, her cool, smooth hand boldly caressing Fu Jianxu’s burning cheek.

Immediately afterward, those bound hands, despite their restraints, began to roam her body. They slowly slid downward, probing and hooking toward the sash of her nightgown.

The moment Ji Xiaoyu’s icy fingertips touched her skin, Fu Jianxu jolted violently, scrambling backward in a panic. Her voice cracked with alarm. Xia-Xiaoyu! What… what are you doing?!

Ji Xiaoyu seemed to have anticipated this reaction.

Instead of retreating, she pressed closer, her knee casually pinning down a corner of Fu Jianxu’s nightgown, trapping her in place.

Tilting her head back, Ji Xiaoyu gazed up at her with dewy eyes, her voice carrying a naive yet stubborn allure.

Didn’t you want to know what I’ve been doing these past few days, Elder Sister? she whispered, her warm breath ghosting across Fu Jianxu’s jaw. I went to buy this…