The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Applying the Medicine

She wants Xie Shiwei to first open up this body to her. …

Jiang Xiyao stared at those pale pink lips.

The lingering warmth on her cheek’s skin constantly reminded her of the wonderful sensation left by that soft kiss.

So, she raised her hand, cupped the girl’s head, and corrected the aim of her lips, ensuring that Xie Shiwei only needed to lean forward again to easily kiss her full red lips.

“You kissed the wrong place.” Jiang Xiyao pouted her sensual lips: “Kiss here.”

Xie Shiwei: “!”

She violently shook her head, instinctively saying: “No!”

The smile lines at the corners of Jiang Xiyao’s eyes froze, and even the light in her pupils turned to cool ink: “Why not?”

Xie Shiwei choked.

“Because…” her tone was hesitant, as if she wasn’t even sure herself: “Kissing is something only couples do, right?”

After a pause, Xie Shiwei’s tone became certain: “Yes, only couples can do it.”

“Then let’s be a couple!” Jiang Xiyao said angrily: “I already snatched the love letter! Your confession was meant for me, and I generously accepted it! Aren’t we a couple yet?”

She pointed a finger at the wound on her face:

“Is it because I’ve become like this that you want to dump me? Xie Shiwei, I’m already this pitiful, and you still dare to not want me?!”

…How did the topic jump to dumping?

Xie Shiwei stared at her dumbfounded. For a moment, she actually felt that her Sister’s current unreasonable behavior was a form of emotional blackmail.

However.

As soon as she thought of the once arrogant and glamorous campus goddess now tragically disfigured and reduced to this state, Xie Shiwei couldn’t argue with her.

The girl’s lips were trembling, her clear eyes written with difficulty, and she seemed moments away from reluctantly compromising—

Yet, it was Jiang Xiyao who suddenly erupted again!

“No! No! Absolutely not! Who wants your pity, Xie Shiwei? If you dare to date me out of pity, I will absolutely not forgive you!”

Jiang Xiyao felt an inexplicable burst of irritation.

She had convinced herself that she would do anything to get this person—stealing, tricking, or even feigning pity—as long as Xie Shiwei belonged to her.

But after saying and doing those things, the first one to regret it was still her.

Jiang Xiyao frowned, thinking about the reason.

She finally concluded that Xie Shiwei’s expression was too unpleasant.

Yes, that’s right. Anyone dating the most beautiful woman in the world should be ecstatic. How dare Xie Shiwei not smile and pretend to be aloof?

Absolutely unacceptable!

She wanted Xie Shiwei to smile and agree to be her girlfriend!

If she couldn’t smile at her face now, she would go immediately and recover! She would return to her beautiful and seductive self, and then force Xie Shiwei to go through it all again!

Jiang Xiyao’s execution power had always been strong, and she was accustomed to getting what she wanted instantly. So, she stood up:

“I’m going out now to become beautiful again.”

She looked down at the stunned girl: “When I recover my looks, you must kiss me! And you must smile when you kiss me!”

Even this wasn’t enough for Jiang Xiyao: “After the kiss, you must kneel down and beg me with tears streaming down your face, saying you were blind and missed the best opportunity, and beg me to give you one more chance to agree to date me!”

Xie Shiwei: “…?”

Wait, how did the conversation jump to this? What kind of new fantasy script is this?

But seeing Jiang Xiyao about to leave in a fit of rage and disregard, she could only hug her slender waist:

“Okay, okay, fine, then I won’t pity you. How about I become your girlfriend when you are fully recovered?”

“In the meantime, I’ll go order the highest quality scar repair creams on the market. Please be patient. Once you pick the ones you like, we’ll apply the medicine and see how the wound heals, okay?”

Jiang Xiyao’s face was cold, and she pushed her away.

But as her palm extended, she saw Xie Shiwei lean in and start rubbing against her charmingly, which made her pause.

…She’s really like a puppy.

Jiang Xiyao had only ever experienced the force of canine teeth tearing skin and muscle, but at this moment, watching Xie Shiwei rub her face against her palm, she unexpectedly empathized with how humans felt when approaching those furry animals.

The position of the red mole on her cheek began to swell inexplicably—

As if something inside it couldn’t be contained and was on the verge of overflowing.

Jiang Xiyao suddenly withdrew her hand and placed it on her lips, trying to press this mole, which had been acting up lately, into submission.

At the same time.

Xie Shiwei felt the cool sensation against her cheek disappear and froze.

Then she realized, belatedly, that she had unconsciously developed so many small actions toward Jiang Xiyao.

Jiang Xiyao had only reached out normally, but she had assumed the intention was to touch, and even took the initiative to pull that hand closer and press her cheek against it.

…Since when did she become so accustomed to all physical contact with Jiang Xiyao?

She remembered that even after being deskmates with Chuchu for several years and being trusted friends, Xie Shiwei was always aware of their mutual identity as lesbians, even asking for confirmation before linking arms while shopping.

And the well-mannered Zhong Chuyao also upheld the basic courtesies between friends, never touching her casually.

But she and Jiang Xiyao had unknowingly crossed all safety boundaries.

—Just like a couple who was already dating.

Xie Shiwei was startled by the metaphor that popped into her head.

She turned to grab her phone, using the excuse of reordering the ointment to walk into the bathroom, turn on the faucet, and scoop up cold water to wash her face.

As the water droplets streamed down her cheeks, Xie Shiwei removed her glasses.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror and silently asked herself: “Do you want to be in a relationship with Jiang Xiyao?”

The answer surfaced instantly.

[No. I don’t.]

In the living room.

Jiang Xiyao, who heard this self-answered question, suddenly looked up.

A storm brewed in her black eyes, and she instantly appeared at the bathroom door.

But just before she could enter, the next inner thought surfaced.

[I’ve been separated from people since I was little. First my parents, then my grandparents, and even the friends I made along the way, whether sincere or not, all kept abandoning me.]

In front of the mirror.

Xie Shiwei was lost in thought, not seeing the corner of vibrant color reflected at the edge. She was immersed in her own world.

Xie Shiwei thought about her recent life. She had slowly faded the previous shadow and was no longer afraid of being hunted down by Jiang Xiyao’s fanatical admirers, but she still didn’t want to date this person.

—The problem wasn’t with Jiang Xiyao, it was with her.

[I really, really don’t want to be abandoned by anyone again.]

[But even Chuchu, who is so wonderful, ended up enrolling in a different university than me. Of course, I know we’re very close, and I know she made the best choice for herself. I can’t interfere with other people’s lives…]

[I know I’m immature, like an unreasonable child, but I just really want to see her every day.]

Xie Shiwei had been sensible since she was a child, never speaking those melodramatic words of retention because saying them wouldn’t make anyone stay.

But she always remembered every separation, and the pain and reluctance of those farewells.

[I’ve experienced family and friendship, only love is left. So, I want it to be perfect.]

[The lover I want must be the one who absolutely won’t leave me first. Even if they die, they must die after me.]

[That person has to be more reluctant to separate than I am, preferably clinging to me all the time, providing me with all the security I’m missing in life. Their “love-crazed” behavior should be a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred million times worse than mine!]

[Only then can I confidently and recklessly act spoiled in front of them, expose my anxiety, reveal my possessiveness, and show all my flaws… But isn’t that unfair? I want her to love me, but not for the sake of loving her wholeheartedly, but for the freedom to expose my bad temper without fear.]

Xie Shiwei answered herself in the mirror like this, but she was also very clear that such a person wouldn’t exist.

Throughout her growth, she had witnessed and heard many love stories. Even the best people at the start would forget their initial love after the day-to-day grind of life.

And once love changed, how could that promise of death be fulfilled?

If this kind of love wasn’t available, Xie Shiwei wouldn’t settle for any other.

—And definitely not Jiang Xiyao.

Because Jiang Xiyao was too beautiful, beautiful like a gust of wind, coming and going quickly. Xie Shiwei knew this wasn’t someone she could hold onto, and such a person could never give her the love she needed.

Xie Shiwei’s previous self-absorbed crush was actually a way to find motivation for school and work. Just thinking about seeing that person was like having an excuse and a reason to force herself to strive.

As for everything she did for Jiang Xiyao, it was all for her own gratification.

It was merely Xie Shiwei finding a reason to coax herself, to trick herself into having a little sweetness in her bitter life.

She was willing to occasionally give tirelessly for that little bit of sweetness.

This kind of liking was like the last-place student crushing on the top student, using “liking” as a reason to coax herself into studying hard; it was also like an ordinary person being a fan, drawing the strength they desired from the idol’s aura.

If she confused fantasy with reality, believing she could actually have the fantasy relationship she longed for with the person she admired, the consequences would be dire.

Ding-dong, ding-dong!

The doorbell for the medicine delivery rang.

Xie Shiwei scooped up another handful of water, giving her face one last rinse.

She warned herself that maintaining the current distance from Jiang Xiyao was best—not to retreat, but not to move forward either.

However, in the short time it took her to wash her face, when she returned to the living room with the medicine, the person who had been adamantly refusing to cooperate was now surprisingly quiet and compliant.

Jiang Xiyao not only let her apply the transparent, sticky ointment to her face but also sighed and looked at her with a pitiful expression.

“Xie Shiwei.”

The disfigured beauty sighed: “You are so pitiful.”

After a pause, Jiang Xiyao suddenly changed her tune: “No! You are so great! How can there be a person like you in this world? Mortals are simply not worthy of breathing the same air as you. Those vile, filthy scum should be kneeling down and worshipping you!”

The mere thought that Xie Shiwei was willing to give so much for her, even at that insignificant stage of distant admiration and unrequited crush, without expecting anything in return—

She compared her to the people who had surrounded her before, those robbers who would ask for ten times more for one given, or who wanted to take everything and give nothing.

Compared to them, Xie Shiwei was simply a mythical deity descended to the mortal world!

Those damned mortals who dared to overlook such a precious and wonderful emotion—Jiang Xiyao instantly wanted to kill all the ungrateful wretches Xie Shiwei had encountered in the past!

So, she suggested solemnly:

“Why don’t we buy tickets to Sichuan right now, have the Leshan Giant Buddha step down, and let you sit on its pedestal? That way, everyone will only be able to look up at you, and they won’t even be worthy of kissing your toes!”

Xie Shiwei slowly: “…?”

She even paused the motion of applying the medicine.

After a long hesitation, she said with a subtle expression: “Sister, did I do something wrong? Or are you still angry about earlier? Why don’t you just tell me directly instead of being sarcastic?”

Xie Shiwei couldn’t help but recall what she had done to make her Sister think she was being so “saintly.”

Jiang Xiyao answered her resolutely: “No, you are the best! You are not allowed to doubt yourself, Xie Shiwei. The eyeballs of all those who don’t cherish you and don’t see how wonderful you are should be dug out and fed to the dogs!”

Now, Jiang Xiyao couldn’t help but smile whenever she thought of Xie Shiwei’s criteria for a partner.

—So she likes the type that will cling to her forever, dying and coming back to life, never letting her go. Isn’t that an exact description of herself?

Hmph.

Sure enough, Xie Shiwei was destined to belong to her from the moment she was born.

Jiang Xiyao decided to help this custard bun recognize her inner love and suggested with a smile: “Tonight…”

Before she could finish her sentence.

Xie Shiwei suddenly interrupted, as if remembering something: “Oh, that’s right. Sister is injured today, and my leg is also inconvenient. If we sleep on the same bed again, we might accidentally bump into each other’s wounds at night.”

She then remembered the sofa that the furniture brand had promised to send over.

“It’s perfect. I need to study during the New Year holiday, so I’ll be sleeping late. Sister, you should rest early in the master bedroom and get your beauty sleep. I’ll sleep on the single sofa in the study. They said it would be delivered soon.”

Jiang Xiyao’s face fell, and she glared at her.

“You dare to sleep on the sofa and not with me?”

Xie Shiwei looked at that stunningly beautiful face, the hideous, scarred gashes now covered with a sticky, uneven layer of ointment. Despite her own poor application skills, she couldn’t help but gasp.

Jiang Xiyao suddenly stopped talking.

Then, she angrily grabbed the gauze from the table, and disregarding the correct way to stop bleeding and heal, she wrapped her face tightly, deliberately creating sharp angles, blocking all the scars and only exposing her eyes and red lips, allowing a sense of mystery to spread.

At the same time, Jiang Xiyao cursed through gritted teeth: “You dead custard bun.”

Xie Shiwei guiltily touched her nose, and in a surge of guilt, she carefully asked: “Does Sister like custard buns too? We don’t have any in the fridge, should I order some?”

Jiang Xiyao stared at her intensely: “I have my own ways of eating what I want to eat.”

The intensity of that gaze was too much, and Xie Shiwei couldn’t help but look away first.

She had decided not to become overly reliant on the unpredictable Jiang Xiyao to avoid a repeat of her previous insomnia. So, after the sofa was delivered, she quickly locked herself in the study.

The wooden desk and chair were polished very smoothly, perfectly fitting Xie Shiwei’s skeletal curve.

She even found that after sitting down, the angle of the desk lamp didn’t require much adjustment.

Xie Shiwei had never studied in such a comfortable home and was unsurprisingly distracted.

One moment she was thinking about when Jiang Xiyao’s face would heal, and the next she was wondering what the meaning of her bizarre compliments earlier was—

She really is moody, Sister Jiang.

Xie Shiwei dozed off while lost in these random thoughts, her head resting on the desk.

In the corner.

The sofa, which had been quietly sitting there, suddenly rippled its surface. As if alive, it began to bulge outward from the inside.

The skin closest to the carpet swelled into several large bumps. It suddenly stood up and lumbered, its heavy, round body creeping toward the desk.

The cool, delicate white skin moved to press against the girl’s body from the side, and as it seamlessly pressed against her, it quietly pushed the wooden chair out from under her.

“Squeak”

After a slight sound, the person sleeping on the desk gently tumbled into the sofa, completely undisturbed.

The warm yellow light illuminated her pale, long legs under her nightgown, casting a sliver of light on the turned-up edge of the gown.

But the light from the desk lamp was too intimate. The sofa’s skin, with a strong sense of possessiveness, propped up to block it.

The drowsy girl murmured, “Mmm,” as if she was dreaming of being covered by Jiang Xiyao again. She instinctively opened her arms, wanting to hug this cool, delicate softness tight.

This action, however, made her completely defenseless and face-down, sinking entirely into the soft sofa.

The cool, slick skin, clinging to her soft curves, suddenly shuddered. As if it had a built-in massager, the beige skin began to vibrate constantly—

Xie Shiwei felt like she was truly starving.

She was even dreaming of Jiang Xiyao.

She dreamed that Sister Jiang was rubbing the injury on her knee, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. At first, the injured area was pleasantly tingling, but then the palm moved away and started to move upward constantly.

By the time Xie Shiwei realized what was happening, she had shamelessly propped up her back on her own.

Using her soft body to entice Sister’s cool, delicate palm, until she couldn’t help but clench her fists.

Xie Shiwei even muttered in her dream, wondering why Sister was so good at massaging her heart? Did she practice on herself when she had period pain?

Waaah, I like it, I really like it!

But before she could enjoy it enough, the sensation suddenly vanished, and her collarbone area was left cold and slightly cool.

In its place, that delicate, slender palm moved to cup another part of her body…

A place she had also been envious of, and had long since been craving and drooling over.

Relying on her experience of having this dream many times, Xie Shiwei was completely uninhibited, only concerned with her own enjoyment. She not only fully cooperated with the caresses but also deliberately offered up the neglected areas, charmingly sending them over.

Finally, like eating from a buffet, she pressed and rubbed herself against it—

Until the sunlight from outside, filtering through the wind-blown curtains, fell onto her eyes.

Xie Shiwei suddenly felt aching all over. She opened her eyes in confusion, only to find that she had been sleeping face-down on the lazy sofa all night.

Her chin was pressed against the sofa, her head suspended outward, and her neck was stiff.

But that wasn’t the main point.

“Hiss…”

Xie Shiwei gasped, struggling to get up from the sofa. She realized that due to her prolonged craving, just sleeping had caused her nightgown to ride up to her collarbone.

She only had to look down to see two areas that had been tirelessly rubbing against the sofa, now red and swollen.

What was more bizarre.

The sofa material didn’t seem to absorb water. A small puddle of liquid had collected in the depressed area underneath.

Some overflowed the edge of the sofa and streamed down the leather onto the carpet below, darkening a large patch of the carpet’s color.

Xie Shiwei stood rooted to the spot, feeling the sore muscles in her legs, which couldn’t be closed. She couldn’t believe she was so exhausted lately, as if she had taken a spring fever drug, to have worked herself up to this state just by sleeping!

And the leg that was already lame was now soft as noodles as she walked out of the study.

Xie Shiwei cautiously peeked out, looking into the living room, and also cocked her ears.

Almost half a minute later—

Yay! No one in sight and no sound heard! Sister must have gone out or is still sleeping!

Like a thief, she lightened her steps and tiptoed, wanting to go to the bathroom to change into a softer bathrobe because the hem of her nightgown was already stained with faint white, dried residue.

“Whew…”

She stood still in the bathroom, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Xie Shiwei raised her hands to lift the nightgown. As the fabric covered her head, she suddenly heard a voice very close by:

“Wow. So swollen.”

As the girl was startled enough to nearly jump in place.

The black-haired beauty, still wrapped in bandages, was bent over, her dark eyes level with her chest.

When she spoke, her breath brushed over the already overwhelmed area, making Xie Shiwei instinctively groan and arch her back to recoil:

“S-Sister?! When did you wake up?”

Jiang Xiyao didn’t answer her question. Instead, she escalated, extending a crimson-tipped finger to lightly graze her left side.

As one side of Xie Shiwei’s body flushed red and her breathing became unstable, Jiang Xiyao finally spoke slowly:

“Who was it that said she was going to the study to review textbooks last night? And the result? What did you review?”

“Xie Shiwei, were you secretly doing this behind my back?”

Xie Shiwei’s back was pressed against the cold tiles of the wall.

Because she was standing so straight, she looked instead as if she were shamelessly displaying the now vividly colored, highly aroused areas.

Her back was freezing, and the front was filled with shameful redness and heat.

Xie Shiwei had been in a hurry to tear off the thin nightgown, which caused her wrists to get caught in the fabric.

The girl, who now looked like she was trapping herself, explained helplessly: “N-No! I didn’t!”

Jiang Xiyao tilted her head: “Didn’t you?”

“—Then let me check another spot?”

After speaking, she didn’t give her a chance to refuse.

Jiang Xiyao suddenly squatted down, seeing her two long legs tensed up, her knees practically touching.

But what was the use?

Some areas had no hair, and there was no way to hide them.

“It’s redder than the top.” Jiang Xiyao propped her chin on one hand, her two black eyes curved. As she looked up from below, her teasing expression was like she was sharing an interesting discovery with Xie Shiwei: “It must be more swollen, too? Doesn’t it hurt?”

Xie Shiwei: “…!” Ah, ah, ah, ah!

She raised her two hands, trapped by the nightgown, wanting to push away that overly scorching gaze.

But faced with the fully wrapped bandages, she had nowhere to put her hands and could only hang them in the air in vain.

Jiang Xiyao was not so hesitant.

The person squatting on the floor reached out and grabbed the nearest slender ankle, pulling it to the side—

Xie Shiwei instinctively leaned against the wall, and as she tried to steady herself, the gust of wind reminded her of what had happened.

She looked down.

She saw Jiang Xiyao’s slightly narrowed eyes, intently observing something.

“Sister…” perhaps having experienced too much social death, Xie Shiwei could still speak: “Could you let go of me?”

Jiang Xiyao tightened the grip on her ankle, nonchalantly licked her lips, and then suddenly suggested:

“Do you want me to apply the medicine for you, Xie Shiwei?”

Then.

In the girl’s surprised, seemingly tempted expression, she raised her other hand, pulled the fabric at Xie Shiwei’s wrists, and dragged her two hands down.

Jiang Xiyao ensured the height of her fingers hung to her satisfaction, and then said carelessly:

“I can apply the medicine for you—”

“However, you have to show me how you managed to play with this area to this extent.”

“Do it again. Show me.”

Jiang Xiyao had already figured out the first step to force Xie Shiwei to open her heart to her.

She wants Xie Shiwei to first open up this body to her.