The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 27
Chapter 27: The Confession
“This is a love letter written to me, isn’t it?”…
After Xie Shiwei blurted out everything in one go, the music room fell silent.
She didn’t dare to open her eyes to see Jiang Xiyao’s reaction.
…Sister must want to get away from me as quickly as possible, right?
She was a girl who never dressed up, wore large, ugly glasses, and often lowered her head, seemingly out of shyness, but actually to hide the colorful filth in her mind.
In every way, I look like a poor, ugly pervert.
Just by imagining herself as Jiang Xiyao hearing her own words, Xie Shiwei felt suffocated.
—Even lesbians should have a bottom line, shouldn’t they? To get wet at the mere sight of your crush—that’s not normal!
Sister Jiang is definitely going to become homophobic, right?
Maybe she’ll even develop a psychological complex toward ordinary-looking girls like me from now on.
In the humiliation of despair, Xie Shiwei masochistically decided that she would never like anyone again.
She would probably never forget today: proactively revealing the darkest, most unpresentable side of herself to her crush, only to reap the most intense aversion and disgust.
She took several deep breaths, until she heard Jiang Xiyao getting up. She finally fluttered her eyelashes open.
She cruelly forced herself to witness firsthand how this stalking disguised as a crush would end brutally.
But before she could clearly see Jiang Xiyao’s expression as she left, a single blurry tear fell from her eye.
Before it could drop to the cold floor, however, a hand caught it.
Jiang Xiyao, who chose not to leave but walked up to her, looked down at the tear in her palm. As the girl blinked blankly, more tears fell unconsciously, gathering into a small, clear spring in her palm.
Jiang Xiyao suddenly smiled. “You want me to leave, but why are you crying?”
On her excessively beautiful face, in her pitch-black eyes, there was not a trace of the fear or disgust the girl expected. Instead, there was a complete and utter interest.
“I’ve never seen someone cry while saying they’re a pervert—”
The smile on Jiang Xiyao’s lips grew more prominent.
She said: “Xie Shiwei, how much of a pervert are you? Let me see.”
Saying this, Jiang Xiyao suddenly lightly patted the gathered, overflowing clearness in her palm back onto Xie Shiwei’s cheek.
Satisfied to see the streak of wetness flow over the girl’s small face, drip down her pointed chin, and seep into the gap under her collar, wetting her collarbone, Jiang Xiyao smiled and leaned in close:
“If you’re not perverted enough, I still have to punish you.”
Xie Shiwei was stunned.
She even forgot to cry.
She stared blankly at the breathtakingly beautiful face so close to hers. She instinctively licked her lower lip, tasting the bitter saltiness of her own tears.
In this moment, through the sheer malice Jiang Xiyao displayed, she could almost see what would happen in bed: if this arrogant princess accidentally got stained by the marks of someone else’s dirty desire.
She would definitely do the same thing she was doing now.
Wiping all the fluid back onto the other person’s face.
Perhaps it would be even worse.
For example, extending her long fingers and forcing the other person to carefully lick them clean, one by one.
Before her brain could even process how the situation had escalated to this point, Xie Shiwei’s body, already familiar with the taste, reacted first.
She suddenly shivered, her knees buckling. She slid down the wall, letting out a soft “oof.”
Before she could completely collapse to the floor, she was once again caught by a hand.
Jiang Xiyao frowned, looking at her bothersome outfit—a T-shirt and jeans that were practically shapeless. She suddenly used her other hand to lift the hem of the girl’s waist.
Xie Shiwei, just recovering from her daze, realized the action and belatedly began to struggle in panic:
“S-Sister! Sister, don’t!”
[Outside the classroom… there are people…]
Her intermittent, panicked inner voice was also transmitted.
Jiang Xiyao calmly stopped her fingers. In fact, no one was passing by within dozens of meters, which was why those noisy, vulgar sounds hadn’t entered her mind.
But she didn’t mention this. She only glanced at the window, which let in the sunlight, and turned to walk toward it.
The beauty took out several wet wipes, wrapped them around a corner support, and then, with extreme disdain, personally used the support to draw the dust-covered curtains tightly shut.
“So dirty.”
Jiang Xiyao complained unhappily, and then exaggeratedly took out several tissues to wipe her fingertips.
Yet, she didn’t forget to look back and command Xie Shiwei: “Change your clothes. What you’re wearing is ugly.”
And inconvenient.
Xie Shiwei’s mind was still in a state of shock. Unconsciously following her instruction, she walked to the box from last time. Opening it, she saw a new skirt set.
It was still the same design as Jiang Xiyao’s black and gold cheongsam today, but the top and the skirt were shorter. Xie Shiwei realized the top was so short it would expose her waist.
She began to retreat again: “Sister, these clothes are too short. They’re not my size…”
“Xie Shiwei.”
In the dim classroom, the beauty stood by the dark red curtains, assessing her with her arms crossed: “Did you come from the Qing Dynasty?”
“…”
The scolding came too suddenly.
Xie Shiwei shrank her head. Turning her back, as she slowly changed her clothes, she gradually regained her composure.
She had completely abandoned her pride and revealed her darkest secrets, yet it hadn’t scared Sister away. Instead, she had trapped herself in this ambiguous, private situation with Jiang Xiyao again.
…What should I do?
Is it just talk? Does Sister not believe me? But if they continued this unclear entanglement, the terrifying events that happened at home would surely repeat.
Xie Shiwei fastened the knotted button at the collar. A few seconds later, her face was scarlet, and she resolutely made a new decision.
She turned around, looking at Jiang Xiyao, who had returned to her seat in front of the Guzheng.
At the same moment, the beauty also looked up, as if sensing her intent.
The light, like a darkroom, didn’t affect Jiang Xiyao’s sight. She instantly saw Xie Shiwei in her new outfit. The complex black and gold colors emphasized her snow-white waist, which looked barely graspable.
But her belly button seemed to inherit its owner’s timidity, shyly closed off, showing only a very faint line.
Jiang Xiyao relaxed her eyebrows. Sure enough, this little custard bun looked good in any color, just like her.
She lifted her chin and, after the girl obediently approached, deliberately said:
“I’m going to teach you how to play the zither. Where’s your pervert? Are you ready to show me?”
Seeing Xie Shiwei’s face flush increasingly red, Jiang Xiyao intensified her teasing, reaching out to pull her closer:
“I’ll give you the length of one song. Prepare well.”
Just as her fingertips were about to touch Xie Shiwei and pull her into her arms, Xie Shiwei suddenly countered, grabbing Jiang Xiyao’s delicate wrist.
Determined to scare Jiang Xiyao away.
Xie Shiwei, deciding to go all the way, brought the hand down to the edge of her pleated skirt.
And then further.
Until she confirmed that the severely germaphobic beauty’s fingertips had touched the impossible-to-change layer of cold, damp fabric on her body.
The dim light gave her boundless courage. She delusionally thought it was good that she couldn’t see the expression on Sister’s face so close to her. That way, when she was pushed away, it wouldn’t hurt as much.
Her palm was burning and trembling with shame, but Xie Shiwei never relaxed her grip, determined to scare Jiang Xiyao for good.
She even squeezed out the difficult words through clenched teeth:
“S-Sister, I told you, I really will… stain your dress.”
“So, I-I can’t sit on your lap.”
“Can you, can you let me stay far away from you, please?”
The words were meant to be a threat, but because of the speaker’s overwhelming shame, the end of every word trembled, turning it into a helpless plea.
Jiang Xiyao narrowed her eyes, watching the girl turn her face away out of embarrassment. She even noticed the girl’s shifting gaze, beginning to look for a suitable direction to fall if she were pushed away—
She suddenly smiled faintly.
The next second, her fingertips hooked lightly.
Amidst Xie Shiwei’s sudden gasp, Jiang Xiyao yanked off the piece of damp fabric stuck to her leg, asking with exceptional thoughtfulness:
“It’s wet. It must be uncomfortable to wear it all the time, right? Do you want to let it air out for a while?”
Having said that.
She didn’t wait for Xie Shiwei’s answer.
Jiang Xiyao simply lifted the slit of the skirt that draped over her leg. Before anyone could clearly see the textured white of her thigh, she held the girl’s waist and, without question, made her sit down on her lap.
Not until she felt the warm human body press against her skin without the slightest gap.
Did she slowly begin to straighten Xie Shiwei’s pleated skirt.
“This way, you won’t stain your clothes. Isn’t that right?”
Xie Shiwei sat stiffly on her lap, losing all means of resistance and strength.
In her periphery, she could only see the beautiful skirt spread open, like a drooping trumpet flower.
Her top and skirt were perfectly neat, but if anyone passed by and glanced down at the thin fabric trapped between her knees, they would guess—
That if the most vulnerable part of her dared to shed a single tear at this moment, someone would notice before she did.
In this way, she certainly wouldn’t stain her clothes anymore.
But…
Xie Shiwei thought blankly, Why did the solution Sister came up with feel even more inappropriate?
Never before had she experienced learning while feeling the insecurity of a cool breeze passing over her legs. Xie Shiwei bit her lip anxiously as the zither strings began to vibrate.
Her fingers unconsciously gripped the fabric on Jiang Xiyao’s waist. She wanted to stand up and run away without a second thought, but she absolutely didn’t dare to.
She was afraid to see what might appear on Sister’s flawless white thigh the moment she stood up.
Such as the red marks pressed by her unrestrained weight.
And above the red mark.
A connecting, elongated line of glistening fluid.
But what one fears most is what often happens.
Just as Jiang Xiyao pressed down on the strings, plucking a rapid, trembling note, Xie Shiwei’s constantly tense mind also jumped. With that jolt, she felt like a perpetually closed clam in a deep-sea current.
The hard shell only wanted to open to breathe a little oxygen, but it inevitably let out a gulp outward.
A faint “pop” sound echoed.
Jiang Xiyao abruptly spread her fingers at the same moment, pressing down on the uncontrollably vibrating strings—
Her dark eyes, carrying a hint of a smile, looked at her knowingly.
“You’re not focusing…”
Before she could finish, her red lips were tightly covered by a hand whose knuckles were pink.
Then, as if that wasn’t enough, Xie Shiwei covered Jiang Xiyao’s eyes with her other hand, burying her head in the sand.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Sister. I, I, I have to go to the bathroom.”
Xie Shiwei wished she could dig a hole and crawl in. Now, she felt she could never face Jiang Xiyao again. She noticed the other person maintaining her relaxed posture without moving.
She hastily grabbed the fabric between her knees with one hand and tore off a wet wipe with the other, pressing it onto Jiang Xiyao’s leg.
She quickly wiped, then rushed to the door at a speed she never imagined she possessed.
Unlocking, exiting, closing the door—all in one swift motion.
…
After returning from the bathroom, Xie Shiwei still didn’t have the courage to step back into that room. She sat weakly by the wall outside the door, spacing out.
After a long time, a bold idea popped into her head:
Should I just run now?
Sister seemed to have too high a tolerance for perverts. She had genuinely run out of ideas. If she couldn’t scare the person away, she could only try to escape for dear life.
The more Xie Shiwei thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. Especially when she saw her backpack—which she had left outside because she thought it was too heavy when she arrived—perfectly positioned by the door. She quietly grabbed the strap, fully intending to continue asking Chu Chu for more time off.
Although she really craved that scholarship, if she stayed at school and kept interacting with Sister Jiang, she felt she might not live long enough to collect the money—
“…Xie Shiwei?”
A sweet, curious voice came from nearby.
She looked up and saw Le Qiong, who had, at some point, squatted down next to her backpack.
Le Qiong saw her beautiful outfit and, for a second, didn’t even recognize her. Then, deep jealousy emerged in her eyes.
But quickly, her attention was drawn to something else.
Le Qiong poked the half-exposed paper, which was caught in the slightly open zipper of her backpack: “What is this?”
The moment she touched the yellowed paper, Le Qiong recalled the perfect, magically resonant violin she had just bought from the music store. The body and the strings had the same captivating texture.
She had been so engrossed in her solo practice that she had completely forgotten her appointment with Xie Shiwei, yet she felt no guilt upon seeing her.
What could this person, who knew nothing about music, possibly understand? Why did I bother asking for input from someone with no sense of aesthetics?
She was convinced that the music she played on that violin would utterly surpass Jiang Xiyao’s on stage! She would steal all the attention from that hateful woman!
With her confidence soaring, Le Qiong yanked out the paper before Xie Shiwei could react.
The moment she saw the sentences on the paper, Le Qiong’s expression became even more elated:
“This is—”
“Written to me, isn’t it?”
She stared unblinkingly at Xie Shiwei, this person Jiang Xiyao was so deeply interested in and even made an exception for. Clenching the paper in her palm, she tried to force a warm, gentle smile.
But the overwhelming triumph and pride distorted what should have been a slightly shy, kind smile.
She saw Xie Shiwei shrink back in fear.
Le Qiong paid it no mind, only focusing on confirming: “This is a love letter written to me, isn’t it?”
“Little junior, you like me? You fell in love with me at first sight, right? Are you going to confess to me? Confess using this love letter? Shouldn’t a confession be a bit more formal? I want a crowded place, okay?”
“Tomorrow, you’ll wear this outfit, but look even better. You should wear a little makeup, but not too flashy. I don’t like flashy makeup.”
She chattered excitedly, imagining a grand, passionate public setting.
Everyone would see the girl Jiang Xiyao liked confessing to her!
Le Qiong began planning suitable confession locations: “How about the study hall? Outside the dorm building? The sports field? The cafeteria? Or the top of the tallest Mingde Building?”
Xie Shiwei couldn’t get a word in.
Hearing her choose increasingly embarrassing public places and even planning to rent a loudspeaker, she finally managed to muster her courage and open her lips—
“Whose dog is barking?”
An irritated voice came from the music room’s slowly opening door.
Jiang Xiyao had been patiently waiting for her return in the room.
Staring at the damp mark on her leg, she thought unhappily, Some people call themselves a little fountain? This? You call this a fountain? Is it a dry season?
Yet, she was patient, waiting for Xie Shiwei to get over her embarrassment and obediently come back. But after a long wait, all she heard was the noisy chatter outside the door.
The thick music room door should have been soundproof, like the other office doors in the building.
But it couldn’t block the frenzied sounds of some ignorant fool.
When she heard, [The person Jiang Xiyao likes is obsessed with me], she finally reached her limit!
The moment she opened the door, Jiang Xiyao saw the familiar “skin” clutched in Le Qiong’s hand.
Her surging rage briefly paused imperceptibly.
No wonder the person she had scared was still foolishly coveting what was hers. It turned out the person was already delusional!
A slight, contemptuous sneer appeared on Jiang Xiyao’s lips. Her gaze then gently settled on Xie Shiwei.
In the midst of the madness, she had already heard everything clearly and naturally saw the subtle, passionate words written on her “skin.”
Since it was a love confession written on her skin, it was naturally meant for her, right?
Thinking of the tears Xie Shiwei couldn’t help but shed when she rejected her, and the constantly frantic heartbeat when she sat on her lap, Jiang Xiyao reluctantly reined in her domineering nature.
In the softest voice she had ever used, she coaxed her:
“Xie Shiwei, ignore her. You tell me, who did you write this love letter for?”
The girl whose name was called trembled lightly, as always.
Biting her lip, her eyes quickly darted between Jiang Xiyao and Le Qiong, then quickly lowered again.
Jiang Xiyao watched her bite her lip deeper, remembering her timid personality—which contradicted her bold inner thoughts—and waited a few seconds, then spoke again:
“Even if you don’t give it to anyone, it’s fine—” She had all the time in the world to wait.
Before she could finish.
She was suddenly interrupted by a weak voice: “It’s for Sister Le Qiong.”
Jiang Xiyao paused, thinking calmly, Oh, there must be a problem with the skin on my ears, causing temporary hearing loss. So she didn’t even change her tone:
“What did you say? Say it again?”
Xie Shiwei saw the gentle smile on Jiang Xiyao’s lips freeze.
Even the light in her black pupils paused instantly.
The coward’s instinct realized that answering this question incorrectly would lead to something terrifying.
Yet, she found a strange courage. Firmly and resolutely, she closed her eyes, and then, in one breath, raised her voice:
“The love letter is for Sister Le Qiong.”
“Sister Le Qiong, where do you want to accept my confession?”