The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 49
Chapter 49: Lying
“See for yourself.”
A necklace?
Jiang Xi-yao froze for a moment.
It dawned on her belatedly that when she had climbed out of the manhole cover earlier, she had converted the absorbed malice into energy to dispel the foul smell that clung to her. This slowed down the healing of the wound on her neck.
And now, Jiang Xi-yao was standing in Xie Shiwei’s “malice vacuum,” where she couldn’t gain more strength.
She suddenly lowered her head, resting her chin on top of Xie Shiwei’s head:
“What necklace?”
“I told you we’re wearing couple’s outfits and couple’s accessories. How could I have jewelry that you don’t have?”
“It was probably just a branch that scratched me when I walked past.”
The tingling tremor in Xie Shiwei’s body hadn’t subsided, but her fingers gripped her tightly, and her sitting body tried to turn:
“Scratched? Does it hurt? Let me see? Should we go buy some topical medicine?”
Her girlfriend was so beautiful, with proportions even more exquisite than those of a handmade doll. How could Xie Shiwei allow such a delicate girlfriend to be injured?
【It won’t scar, will it? I heard some people have delicate skin or scar easily, and wounds are hard to heal. No, no, I can’t let my beautiful girlfriend be ruined in my hands! Buy medicine! Go buy the best medicine right now!】
【1’s beauty, 0’s honor! I must resolutely protect my girlfriend’s divine face!】
Jiang Xi-yao clicked her tongue inwardly.
She hadn’t expected Xie Shiwei’s post-amnesia enthusiasm to become so persistent.
The former Xie Shiwei was also easily distracted by these trivial things, but Jiang Xi-yao could easily shift her attention.
Was this new, investigative change a good thing or a bad thing?
The monster, who had never been in a relationship, didn’t know the answer.
Jiang Xi-yao only knew that in this dating game, she couldn’t expose any more of herself to Xie Shiwei before she decided to stop—
So, she diverted a portion of the energy that maintained her appearance and allure to repairing the scar on her neck.
On both sides of the mottled, reddish-purple wound, the snowy flesh came alive. Like the jagged teeth of a great white shark, the snowy white, paper-thin skin interlocked and bit down, swallowing the terrifying strangle mark.
“Rustle.”
Xie Shiwei heard a very subtle sound of paper crackling and rubbing.
She thought that she had accidentally crushed the printed PPT content and notes when she hurriedly rummaged through her backpack to avoid a passerby’s scrutiny. So, she hastily looked down.
Extra tears blinked away. Xie Shiwei nervously checked her backpack and found that the study materials inside were intact.
She sighed in relief and looked back at her girlfriend.
Sure enough, the so-called necklace she had fleetingly seen was now just a thin pink line.
If a pharmacist saw this kind of mark, they’d suspect the couple was showing off their affection to the point of being deranged.
But Xie Shiwei still raised her hand and touched the edge of the mark:
“Does it hurt? Do you want me to blow on it?”
Jiang Xi-yao narrowed her eyes and unhesitatingly lowered her head: “Yes.”
【My girlfriend is so cute.】
She heard Xie Shiwei’s endearing thought.
At the same time.
A breath lighter than the wind blew near the skin on her neck. Jiang Xi-yao suddenly lost control over that area of skin.
The healing wound stirred restlessly, feeling both numb and itchy. Jiang Xi-yao felt like it wanted to split open again—
So, she sharply retreated half a step.
Xie Shiwei remained in a pouting position, blinking at her, full of confusion.
After a moment, a look of realization dawned in her clear eyes.
【Is she shy? Or did I blow on a ticklish spot? Ta-da~ Found my girlfriend’s first sensitive area: the neck!】
【Love blowing, will blow again next time!】
Jiang Xi-yao silently ground her back teeth.
Hmph, sensitive area?
Sensitive enough to split open and swallow a person whole? Then yes, she was very sensitive.
Xie Shiwei saw her girlfriend press her hand to her neck and give her a meaningful smile.
Even though Jiang Xi-yao was the one who had been teased to shyness, Xie Shiwei somehow felt that she was the one about to be eaten.
Her body still remembered the helpless and weakened feeling of being alone in that open space earlier. Xie Shiwei instinctively feared experiencing it again and frantically searched for a topic:
“Are you a warm olive skin tone? I feel like you’re not as fair as you were last night at home.”
She only mentioned it casually, but after speaking, she couldn’t help but stare at Jiang Xi-yao again.
In the sunlight, the skin, which should have been beautifully pale and translucent, had a faint yellow undertone.
It looked a bit like aged… paper?
Xie Shiwei quickly added: “But you’re still very beautiful!”
Jiang Xi-yao’s face immediately darkened.
She knew it. This cream puff was an extreme beauty fetishist.
The person could see clearly even if her beauty diminished by half a point.
She turned and walked away without hesitation, heading toward a place where crowds gathered and desire flowed.
Xie Shiwei stared blankly as she left with a heavy expression, standing rooted to the spot, at a loss.
She realized she had said the wrong thing and only chased after her after a good while.
By a coincidence, she ended up following Jiang Xi-yao to the school library.
During final exam review week, and since it wasn’t lunchtime yet, students still on campus were either holed up in their dorms or forcing themselves into the scholarly atmosphere of the library.
Students sitting by the windows only had to look down to see that most noticeable, enchanting figure followed by a fresh little tail.
“I was wrong, I was wrong…”
The girl chasing Jiang Xi-yao had a face full of tearful distress.
Someone with quick eyes captured the scene.
In the picture, the dark green figure was blurred, but her sharp aura was unmistakable and highly recognizable. But what the gossip-hungry students were more interested in was the fresh, tearful, pure face trailing behind.
“Whoa, who’s this little beauty? Why is she so oblivious as to provoke Jiang Xi-yao?”
“How did Jiang Xi-yao mess with her? She looks like she’s about to cry. How badly was she bullied?”
Someone, tired of studying, rolled up their book and walked to the window, calling out to the ground floor:
“Hey. If you don’t want to suffer a terrible fate, it’s not too late to kneel and beg her now—”
Xie Shiwei looked up in astonishment.
She saw the boy who spoke was clearly enjoying the spectacle.
Perhaps because Jiang Xi-yao rarely came to the library area, people on the second, third, and fourth floors had opened their windows.
Xie Shiwei’s already flushed face grew even redder because of the suggestion.
【D-do I have to kneel? Can’t I just kneel on the bed at home, qaq?】
【I don’t really mind, but begging for forgiveness in public like this, it’s like suddenly proposing with a diamond ring and flowers in public. It carries a suspicion of moral coercion, like forcing my girlfriend to agree.】
She hesitantly shot a look at Jiang Xi-yao.
Her fingers were nervously clutching the hem of her skirt, seemingly ready to comply.
Jiang Xi-yao naturally didn’t fall for it, turning to look at her with a cold expression: “Before I decide whether to forgive you, dare to take matters into your own hands and try that?”
Xie Shiwei gave a small “Wuwu.”
Just then, her roommates also arrived at the library with their study materials.
They immediately saw Xie Shiwei, forced by Jiang Xi-yao, bowing her head and sniffing back tears.
“Hey, Jiang Xi-yao, don’t go too far.”
Fan Hui thought that her sending Xie Shiwei’s photo to the student council group chat, effectively declaring war on Jiang Xi-yao, had been relayed to her, which was why Xie Shiwei was so quickly targeted.
“What, is our department’s new department flower a threat to you? Are you that afraid of someone stealing your spot? Well, look closely at your face—it’s nothing special now. Has fear made you ugly?”
Fan Hui said this, unable to hide the glee as she stepped forward.
Jiang Xi-yao’s face shifted, seemingly angered, her black eyes narrowing dangerously.
Xie Shiwei looked left and right, unsure whether to first calm her girlfriend down or silence her roommate. But Jiang Xi-yao had already made her choice.
She walked straight toward Fan Hui—
Jealousy, intense jealousy. This was her favorite thing.
But it wasn’t enough. She needed more.
“I was wondering where that duck sound came from. Turns out it’s you, the one who likes to solicit male escorts, with terrible taste and no vision? My face is nothing special? Should I dig out your eyeballs, wash them, and let you look again?”
As she spoke, Jiang Xi-yao moved infinitely closer to Fan Hui.
Threads of black mist surged from Fan Hui and flowed into her skin.
Perhaps it was Fan Hui’s illusion, but the closer this face got, the more she felt an eerie, demonic power. The initially faintly dull face became more vividly enchanting with every inch it approached her.
Fan Hui, who had intended to let Xie Shiwei vent her anger, suddenly lost her nerve.
It was impossible.
No one could be more beautiful than this face. This was the most beautiful face in the entire world! Dammit! Curses!
Jiang Xi-yao stopped her movement just then, giving a lazy yawn:
“Tsk, so ugly. If I look any longer, I’ll have to ask you to reimburse my ophthalmologist appointment fee.”
“Ugly things should know their place. Don’t wander around making a spectacle of yourself, and definitely don’t treat the beauty of other beautiful women as your own bragging point, okay?”
Amidst Fan Hui’s furious, flushed face, Jiang Xi-yao yawned lazily and turned her head.
Xie Shiwei stared, transfixed.
【My girlfriend seems to be the type who gets more beautiful when she’s angry? Is it because anger accelerates bl00d circulation?】
【So cute. She’s like a hero in a game who gets stronger when they build up rage points. No, she’s clearly more beautiful the angrier she gets. Anger seems to be her supplement. I’ll eat it, I’ll eat it, I’ll eat it all—】
Jiang Xi-yao’s eyebrows twitched.
She suddenly confirmed that the current Xie Shiwei was more perceptive than before.
But she would no longer trust the girl’s inner thoughts and words as she had before.
Jiang Xi-yao expressionlessly interrupted her internal monologue.
“You, come with me.”
Xie Shiwei nervously swallowed. Was her girlfriend finally ready to forgive her?
Fan Hui suddenly spoke up:
“Don’t go! Xie Shiwei! Ignore her. Her methods are despicable. She just wants to take you to a deserted corner and do something awful to you. If you don’t record it, you won’t even be able to report her!”
Xie Shiwei couldn’t help but push up her glasses, lowering her head to hide her flushed face.
【Doing “that” in a deserted corner? I’m so excited.】
【Oh, why would a couple need to record their games? Hiss, I’m even more excited now.】
She hesitantly spoke, asking: “If I go with you, will you forgive my past mistakes?”
Jiang Xi-yao folded her arms across her chest, squinting at her: “Whether I forgive you depends on your sincerity and performance. If you don’t do well enough, I still won’t let you off the hook.”
Xie Shiwei’s mind was fixated only on the word “performance.”
How should she perform? There wasn’t anywhere in the school where she could perform well, was there?
She followed Jiang Xi-yao, her mind elsewhere.
The two walked all the way to the restroom on the top floor lending section of the new library.
It was exam week, but the library administrator was already on vacation. Since the entire floor had no study rooms, no one was around. Jiang Xi-yao nudged the “Under Maintenance” sign aside with her foot.
Besides building their campus near a scenic area and having luxurious decor, this trendy school also invested heavily in its newest library. Not only were the first and second floors connected with a spiral staircase for the collection area, but the restrooms were also meticulously designed.
Black marble tiles, square, pristine white sinks, and dazzling pink crystal lights overhead.
Every time Xie Shiwei walked into this library’s restroom, it felt like she had stepped from an ocean of knowledge into a decadent paradise. She thought the designer was a genius, perfectly solving the problem of being unable to concentrate on studying in a bar.
And now, standing in the restroom, she felt dizzy, her eyes glazed over as if she were drunk.
“Bend over, arch your hips higher.”
Xie Shiwei lay prone on the cold porcelain counter, looking at her reflection in the sink mirror.
She looked like she was doing the cat pose in yoga. While supporting her body weight with her hands, she had to push her waist and hips up even higher.
But Jiang Xi-yao was still dissatisfied.
She hooked her index finger into the ice-silk fabric she had gifted Xie Shiwei this morning and maliciously tugged backward:
“You were trembling and crying a moment ago. Were you just lying to me?”
“Didn’t you say you were soaked? How come there’s no trace at all?”
“Xie Shiwei, how should a lie be punished?”
The fabric in Jiang Xi-yao’s hand was extremely elastic, seemingly able to stretch endlessly.
But the longer it stretched, the narrower it became in width, until it was practically a rope pulled by the woman, cutting into Xie Shiwei’s delicate skin—
And because the person holding it had a terrible temper and no patience, she was also shaking it from side to side as she asked the question.
Xie Shiwei lay draped over the sink, her waist trembling, and her two slender, pale legs, with slightly pink knees, buckled as if from exhaustion.
“I… I wasn’t lying…”
A tremor ran through her voice.
Her mind was hazy. She thought that when she was sitting on the stone stool outside, she clearly felt a rush of heat. Since the fabric was cold, she hadn’t paid attention to whether the coolness was mixed with dampness.
How could it be dry? Was the sun too strong on the way here? No, it was chilly outside today.
Could it be that this fabric had special water-absorbing properties?
Xie Shiwei’s muddled thoughts were pulled apart by Jiang Xi-yao’s tugging. The torture of the thin string digging into her skin, mixed with a chilling slight pain, quickly made her breathing erratic.
Unable to breathe enough through her nose, Xie Shiwei unconsciously opened her lips to pant.
“Ngh…!”
Her bent knees suddenly locked in a single moment.
The half-foot supporting the remaining weight of her body also strained to the extreme, like a ballerina’s pointed toe—
“Snap.”
The sound that reached Xie Shiwei’s ears was Jiang Xi-yao suddenly letting go, allowing the fabric to snap back against her body.
The sound was not crisp; rather, it was muffled.
Because the skin the rebounding fabric touched was very damp.
Xie Shiwei’s breathing hitched. She didn’t know where she found the courage, but she invited her girlfriend again:
“Now, can you check again, please?”
…
Meanwhile, inside the library.
Fan Hui and her other roommates were flipping through their study materials, the image of Xie Shiwei’s pure, innocent departure with Jiang Xi-yao still in their heads. They couldn’t help but make dark speculations:
“That idiot Xie Shiwei actually believed Jiang Xi-yao. I wonder where she was taken to be bullied. I heard she really likes to bully people. Do you think she’ll make Xie Shiwei take off her clothes and take naked pictures to threaten her?”
The other roommates hesitated before replying: “It wouldn’t go that far, would it? Xie Shiwei isn’t stupid. Would she really do whatever Jiang Xi-yao tells her? There’s no fool like that.”
“Exactly, she’d resist at least a little, right? She wouldn’t just let Jiang Xi-yao run rampant like that.”
Everyone was speculating on how the beautiful, terrifying presence of the campus queen would torment the pure, pitiful girl.
…
Inside the restroom.
Jiang Xi-yao pressed the hem of the dress into the girl’s mouth, embracing her from behind, looping her arms under Xie Shiwei’s knees so that both her feet were perched on the edge of the sink counter.
“See for yourself,” the black-haired beauty whispered into the girl’s ear: “Where is it wet? It’s perfectly clean.”
This position left Xie Shiwei feeling completely insecure. Her hands were reversed, clinging to the woman’s neck. With her mouth biting the fabric of the skirt, she couldn’t utter a word in protest.
She could only look into the mirror, her eyes red-rimmed.
Her clear eyes looked at the skin-friendly, tight, thin, light-green ice-silk fabric.
Perfectly dry.
No trace of anything.
It was as if all the dampness Xie Shiwei had felt earlier was an illusion.
She felt disbelief.
【No, didn’t everyone say that love makes a person moist? Why am I drying up instead? Where is my water? Where is my waterfall of water? It makes no sense. I’m failing already before I’ve even gotten to the happily-ever-after?】
【Impossible, absolutely impossible. I swore that if I found the world’s best top, I would use my ocean to drown her, suffocate her, and soak her until her skin wrinkled—】
Xie Shiwei was instantly struck by reality and lost her composure.
She forgot her shame.
She suddenly let go of one hand and pushed the light-green ice-silk aside.
Jiang Xi-yao curved her lips imperceptibly, enticing her in her ear:
“Keep going.”
“The outside is clearly a lie. Shall we check the inside together?”
She paused, then Jiang Xi-yao’s tone became cold:
“Pull it apart.”