The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Crying – “Lick away all the tears.”

The unfamiliar feeling of her heart beating.

It reminded Jiang Xiyao of the person who had once shared a delicious story with her.

Before, she had only cared about how an innately good-hearted person would become an ultimate delicacy once their heart was thoroughly corrupted by darkness and filth.

Now, she belatedly remembered the feeling of a heart beating, a feeling also mentioned in her “friend’s” story—

“He told me that those idle gossips and whispers were the fault of the rumor-mongers, the fault of this world. What fault could I have? I was born beautiful.”

“He said he just liked a woman like me, different from everyone else. It was so strange; hearing that ‘like’ from his mouth, it made this heart of mine, which was born dead, come alive…”

“Jiang Xiyao, you must guard your heart well. Never in your life be curious about what it feels like to have it come alive. It will go against your instincts, drawing you to the one fatal poison—a prey’s love.”

“The Painted Skin is born from the deepest evil of the human heart. We are nourished by malice and thrive on it to maintain our beautiful exterior. Malice cannot kill us, but love can.”

“I truly hope you never taste the feeling of your most beloved’s intense love, which torments you constantly, turning into extreme fear and disgust the day they discover your true face.”

“This most delicious food only appears on the day your heart shatters.”

Jiang Xiyao used to regret that Xie Shiwei wasn’t worthy of a transformation, and she wondered if her emotions wouldn’t be tasty enough when she finally turned evil.

Now, having meticulously replicated the recipe steps from her predecessor’s story.

Jiang Xiyao stared at the person in front of her, who was standing up for her, feeling heartache, and shedding tears for her fate alone in a corner. Her attention on the story was now focused on the phrase “intense love.”

Is Xie Shiwei holding intense love for her at this moment?

Is it because Xie Shiwei loves her very, very much that she said those things and felt sad and upset for her?

Jiang Xiyao was rarely in a daze, thinking, Is this what it feels like to be deeply loved by someone?

[Senior has been staring at me for so long…]

The gaze on her was so prolonged that Xie Shiwei grew increasingly flustered, even blushing.

She blankly clenched the palm that had been lucky enough to have intimate contact with the senior’s soft tongue, secretly deciding not to wash her hand today.

At the same time, she couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed about the tears she shed from her emotional outburst.

[Oh, I was so immersed in feeling sorry for my past self that I accidentally used Senior as a substitute for my past self. I just went and said some nonsense on my own. I’m so sorry.]

Jiang Xiyao, hearing this out of the blue: “…?”

Her pitch-black eyes suddenly moved.

Xie Shiwei, however, abruptly noticed that the nearly peaceful aura around the beautiful woman had suddenly shifted into the ominous calm before a storm.

She blinked blankly, at a loss.

She desperately analyzed what had happened in this short half-minute to make the senior suddenly angry again?

After much thought, the only change was that she had stopped crying.

Xie Shiwei could no longer deceive herself. She realized that her crush was indeed a pervert who liked to see her cry. She could only try her best to squeeze out some tears from the corners of her eyes.

Her voice trembled as she tried to soothe the violent beauty: “Sen-senior…”

Jiang Xiyao nonchalantly forgot the fleeting illusion that “she loves me very much” and instead meticulously criticized her attitude:

“Pretending to cry? Faking it? Xie Shiwei, you’re getting bold now.”

“Can’t think of anything sad? Do you want me to help you create some?”

Xie Shiwei knew she was capable of doing what she said and immediately started crying for real.

She thought about how she had been worried for Jiang Xiyao’s safety when she heard she was missing, but all she cared about when she returned was making her cry.

Although Xie Shiwei had vaguely realized, from the previous compliments like “you look good when you cry” and “that was a good cry,” that Jiang Xiyao’s bullying was different from the others who had bullied her before.

But! Even if she was being treated as a “custom-made exclusive actress” for her crush, she still had human rights! Being asked to work on demand at any time and any place would make her lose her temper!

Xie Shiwei seemed to be crying earnestly with her head down, but in reality, she was secretly clenching the palm that had audaciously covered Jiang Xiyao’s lips and received an “unexpected reward.”

The hairpin on her head, which hadn’t eaten in a long time, was also moving with her thoughts, now that its owner was nearby—

As a hazy mist, like the dry ice before a stage performance, began to spread.

Jiang Xiyao thought with a blank expression:

Between the two of them, who is whose custom-made exclusive actress?

When she asked Xie Shiwei to cry, this custard bun still had the nerve to resist stubbornly. But what about her? Every time the girl put her in a high-definition censored film, did she ever ask for her opinion?

Just as Jiang Xiyao was speechless, the scene in front of her, as always, didn’t care about her life or death and began to play on its own—

[You like to see me cry? Hmph, are you envious of the crying bottom? The kind that’s great at being railed while tearing up? I won’t give you that.]

Jiang Xiyao: May I ask? When did I say I wanted that?

[Not only will I not give it to you, I’ll also force you to eat all your favorite tears, not letting a single drop escape!]

As the custard bun’s angry inner voice sounded, the scene once again became a close-up, a mirror image of her own beautiful face.

In the next second, the feeling of her own slender, jade-like hands lovingly cupping her chin and holding her cheek also appeared.

No matter how many times she saw it, Jiang Xiyao couldn’t get used to this overwhelming self-doing-self scene from Xie Shiwei’s point of view. She instinctively recoiled her neck.

However, in the scene, another hand didn’t allow her to escape, forcefully covering her face. Her vision instantly vanished, turning into a pitch-black void.

At the same time, her facial skin was slowly scraped by a hot, wet sensation that felt rough.

Jiang Xiyao, who was suddenly experiencing sensory deprivation, had nothing else to do and even came to a conclusion from this vague and non-specific touch:

Xie Shiwei has apparently never been treated like this before.

No one has ever licked away her tears like this, so she has no idea what a human tongue feels like as it slides across the skin.

As for that rough sensation…

Jiang Xiyao thought for a moment with her extensive experience in being “killed” and concluded: It seems like a dog’s tongue.

She sighed and held her forehead in defeat.

She wondered if she should be glad that Xie Shiwei had never been licked by a cat; otherwise, the tongue scraping her face would have to include a ridiculous, spiky texture?

No, wait.

Jiang Xiyao paused.

Xie Shiwei dares to fantasize that her tongue, which is licking away her tears, is like a dog’s?!

She decided to make a sound immediately to wake up this absurdly deluded person—

In the illusion, however, her own voice, and even one that was foreign to her in its docility, sounded:

“It’s all licked clean, baby. Don’t cry anymore, okay?”

Xie Shiwei’s soft, shy, and timid voice answered quietly: [It’s-it’s not licked clean. You’re lying.]

Jiang Xiyao, who was struck by the sickening pet name “baby” coming from her own mouth, was so shocked she was fried on the outside and tender on the inside: “…?”

In the next second.

Xie Shiwei’s voice trembled, but she insisted on finishing her answer:

[And, and there’s another place that’s also crying a lot. You, you have to coax it too.]

At the same time, the darkness covering her eyes vanished, and light returned—

From Xie Shiwei’s first-person perspective, Jiang Xiyao saw the top of her own head clearly, positioned below her.

The skin on her legs also simultaneously felt the cold, slight coolness of silk-like hair brushing against it.

The rough, hot, and wet sensation that didn’t belong to a human, which she had tried to protest earlier, had now moved to the side of her leg.

Perhaps she had been too obsessed with thinking about dogs earlier, but now when Jiang Xiyao heard her own voice answering, it also sounded a bit like a dog’s:

“I was too careless just now, baby. As a punishment this time, I won’t stop until I’ve licked away all your tears, okay?”

Jiang Xiyao couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Ha.

This person, who can sacrifice sleep in the middle of the night just to read trashy novels while camping, and who can make her sleep shorts turn into a diaper just from hearing her speak—can her tears ever run out?

What gave Xie Shiwei, with her Three Gorges Dam-like physique, the courage to punish someone by making them drink all her water?

Jiang Xiyao thought, Is this custard bun trying to find a new way to kill me, like by drowning me in a special way?

However, at the very moment she laughed out loud—

The mist, as if startled, suddenly scattered and fled.

Xie Shiwei, who had been so focused on her fantasies that she had even forgotten to cry, was startled by the sound. Her already red face instantly turned white.

She belatedly remembered that she hadn’t cried enough to satisfy Jiang Xiyao, so the difficult-to-please Buddha had not yet left.

But now, because her mood was interrupted, her bl00d flow was reversed, leaving her in an awkward state where she couldn’t connect with her emotions and truly couldn’t cry anymore.

So the tearful girl pursed her lips in a wronged expression and looked at Jiang Xiyao pleadingly, trying to send the signal that she was “unable to cry.”

Jiang Xiyao, however, was merciless and completely unmoved:

She has the nerve to feel wronged? My perfect tongue was fantasized to be like a dog’s, and did I say anything about it?

Xie Shiwei, trying to avoid working extra hours for her crush, found some courage from somewhere. She pulled a lollipop out of her pocket, which she kept with her to prevent low bl00d sugar episodes.

As she handed over the cheap lollipop, with no other options, Xie Shiwei decided to go down a crooked path:

“Senior, does eating candy help when you’re not happy?”

[Hurry up and insult me! Use that little mouth of yours to brutally humiliate me! I can’t cry without some emotion!]

[I believe in your mouth’s power, Senior. The chance of you making me cry is definitely higher than the chance of you turning me on!]

Jiang Xiyao looked at the lollipop she was being handed. Its plastic wrapper was wrinkled from being in a pocket for so long.

She wants to be turned on by my insults? No way.

She tore off the candy wrapper with a disgusted and irritated expression and angrily put the concoction of saccharin and flavoring into her mouth.

A moment later, Jiang Xiyao suddenly paused.

She slowly raised her hand, pinched the white plastic stick, and pulled the candy back out of her mouth.

She lowered her eyes, and with a look of concentration, she extended the tip of her tongue and slowly went around the candy’s surface.

If this dead custard bun, even with her glasses on, can’t clearly see my perfect tongue, I’ll use those messy animal sensations to replace hers again…

“Gulp.”

Xie Shiwei, as expected, swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the scene.

When she realized what she was staring at, she looked away with a particularly guilty expression.

However, the image of that crimson, flexible, and nimble tongue, like a small, reddish snake, coiling around the milky-white candy was deeply seared into her mind.

The fantasy that had been interrupted earlier uncontrollably resumed at this moment.

Thinking of a powerful, flexible tongue on Jiang Xiyao’s face, humbling itself to serve her…

“Mmm…”

A very short sound escaped Xie Shiwei’s throat, which she tried hard to suppress.

She lowered her head guiltily, consoling herself that the wind was strong in the wilderness, and Senior Jiang definitely couldn’t hear her movements.

Even if, by some chance, the innocent Jiang Xiyao did hear it, there was no way she could guess what had happened to her in such a short time.

Xie Shiwei squeezed her eyes shut, trying to eliminate the physiological tears that had just formed at the corners of her eyes.

In the next second, a hand suddenly reached out—

It pinched her chin, just as she had fantasized, forcing her to look up.

Jiang Xiyao, with the lollipop in her mouth, spoke with a half-smile, her words condescendingly flowing into Xie Shiwei’s ear:

“You still have the energy to cry, don’t you?”

As she spoke, the thumb on her chin habitually rubbed against it.

This, however, made Xie Shiwei tremble violently, giving her a sharp jolt!

Xie Shiwei felt her legs, which had just tensed up, twitch in a spasm. She even let out a hoarse sound:

“Don’t…!”

Don’t touch me right now…

The wave in her mind had just receded, and her entire nervous system was still at its most sensitive state. She had never known that being suddenly touched at this moment would magnify all her sensory effects.

Especially when Jiang Xiyao’s distinct and pleasant voice flowed into her ears from such a close distance.

From the night of being alone in the tent to now, talking normally with someone, two separate times, in inappropriate places, her body had a reaction, which her reason tried to suppress—

But both times, Jiang Xiyao’s actions and words had pushed her to the brink.

This time, Xie Shiwei couldn’t help but cry so hard that her waist was shaking.

A desperate thought popped into her mind:

Could it be that from now on, I can only get what I want by thinking of Jiang Xiyao?

No, no, no.

There’s something even more terrifying.

Could it be that from now on, whenever I see Senior Jiang, I won’t be able to stop myself from crying all over my body?