The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 58

Chapter 58: The Performance

“Xie Shiwei, I like you so much.”

Jiang Xi-yao’s fingertip lingered, stopping at the edge of the concave abdomen.

Xie Shiwei turned her head: “What’s wrong? Could it be designed to be too scary, and you’re afraid of scaring me to death? Or will removing that cloth make some kind of prank thing pop out? You didn’t put a snake or a centipede in there, did you?”

The girl guessed, taking a sharp breath.

Jiang Xi-yao stared at her intently, her dark eyes like a still, long river.

“What if…” she asked in a light voice, “There’s nothing inside?”

Xie Shiwei first breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, nothing inside, what’s so scary about—” Her words abruptly stopped, and her tone suddenly rose: “What do you mean, nothing inside?!”

Xie Shiwei’s eyes widened, and she looked at the spot where Jiang Xi-yao’s fingertip rested, her face pale.

The tragic past constantly reminded Jiang Xi-yao that she should stop here or use an excuse to divert Xie Shiwei’s attention, as the timid girl seemed on the verge of fainting and losing her memory again.

But a sudden surge of malicious delight took over, perhaps mixed with a certain expectation she didn’t even realize she held.

Jiang Xi-yao slowly lifted the bl00d-soaked black cloth:

“It means I had someone specially make a gory empty abdominal cavity prop and stick it to my stomach—”

“See, doesn’t it look real?”

The bl00d-drenched, dried, black-red empty cavity was suddenly revealed to Xie Shiwei.

It was like the maw of the abyss, showing its fangs to her.

Xie Shiwei: “!”

Her eyes were round as bells.

Under the silent gaze of the deep-black, drafty empty cavity, Xie Shiwei couldn’t help but scream: “Aaaaaaah!”

Even as she was terrified, Jiang Xi-yao let out a low, pleased laugh.

So obedient. She didn’t faint.

—It seems I guessed right this time.

Jiang Xi-yao suddenly spread her arms and fell back onto the cold floor, enjoying the extremely vigorous, non-stop screaming in her ears. She then flipped over and, in her tattered state, pressed against Xie Shiwei.

“I like it.”

Jiang Xi-yao narrowed her eyes. In the brightening light as the motion sensors in the corridor outside turned on one by one, she hugged Xie Shiwei. Her red lips rubbed against the girl’s ear, and the pleased low whisper sounded again:

“I like it so much.”

“Xie Shiwei, I like you so much.”

The body unconsciously absorbed a negligible amount of fear from its beloved. Jiang Xi-yao felt as if she were savoring an ultimate feast. Her sighing tone stretched out in satiation, and a blush of ecstasy rose on her snowy white cheeks.

“Ah~ You’re so wonderful~ Xie Shiwei~” The words of praise followed her kisses, landing on the girl’s cheek.

Xie Shiwei’s screaming abruptly stopped.

Her cheek felt faintly ticklish from the kisses, and the praising, ambiguous tone flowing into her ear at such close proximity made her turn her head. Seeing Jiang Xi-yao’s misty eyes, her expression became deeply complicated.

【Scaring me can make her this happy?】

【My girlfriend’s kink is really terrible. Seeing me this scared actually gives her an orgasm, doesn’t it? Is she the type who likes to do it while watching horror movies, or with a background of scary music?】

【So perverse. Really, so perverse.】

Even as Xie Shiwei thought this, her fingers unconsciously stroked Jiang Xi-yao’s flushed cheek.

The beauty, whose body temperature was naturally low, still had a cool touch to her delicate skin, even in this state of pleasure. It reminded Xie Shiwei of the tongue that tirelessly licked her every night—no matter how hot she got, that tongue was always cool.

Jiang Xi-yao narrowed her eyes, rubbing her cheek back and forth in Xie Shiwei’s palm.

Xie Shiwei looked at her. This creature was now acting like an obedient dog.

—The kind of obedient dog who, after venting its terrible energy through bad habits without regard for its owner’s life, fawns and eagerly clings to her.

Xie Shiwei let her nuzzle for a long time before sighing.

“Although I don’t know where you picked up this hobby, my courage is really small, and I can’t get used to it suddenly… Could you warn me next time before you scare me? I need to adjust gradually.”

Jiang Xi-yao considered it.

In order to completely lure her prey into depravity and make the death scene as real as possible, her shell would briefly lose consciousness the moment it lost its life signs.

She didn’t think she could guarantee she could precisely warn a nearby Xie Shiwei every time, before or after her “death.”

Her long, thick eyelashes blinked. She said: “I’ll try?”

Xie Shiwei choked up.

After a while, she found an excuse for the bad dog herself:

“Ah, I get it. You people who like to scare others love to see the most genuine expression in that instant, and you like to build your happiness on the fear of others, right? How nasty.”

Jiang Xi-yao was silent for a moment, then corrected her: “Just me, not ‘you people’—”

She wanted to be the only one in Xie Shiwei’s eyes.

Xie Shiwei: “?”

Is that the point?

The girl couldn’t help but raise her hand to push Jiang Xi-yao’s head away: “Did you ever consider that I only have one life, that I’m very fragile and could easily be scared to death?”

The dark-haired beauty looked momentarily stunned.

…Xie Shiwei could actually be scared to death?!

Jiang Xi-yao became anxious again.

Even the mole near her temple was flashing with unease.

“No, no, you are forbidden from looking for me anymore… Yes, I’ll only scare others, not you. You just stay home forever. You’re not allowed to leave the house!”

Jiang Xi-yao gradually thought of a good idea as she spoke: “Yes, as long as you stay in a safe place forever and don’t move, and wait for me to find you, that’ll be fine, right?”

Xie Shiwei couldn’t help but retort:

“Is there any place that’s safe forever? Even if I stay home, couldn’t a burglar break in? Besides, how could I not look for you when you’re here alone today? How dangerous is that?”

“What if you run into one of those especially bold perverts? The kind that isn’t afraid of horror scenes but sees you as a beautiful woman alone and gets evil intentions? Wouldn’t you be in even more danger?”

Jiang Xi-yao enjoyed the worry in her voice.

But she couldn’t help but kiss her soft mouth again: “I won’t be.”

A faint light shone in the woman’s black eyes.

“Xie Shiwei, I won’t die.”

“Didn’t your standard for choosing a partner have to be someone very resilient, someone who can really live? Someone whose life is longer than yours, right?”

“Since you chose me, you must believe me. I am the one who can live the longest. Whether burned by fire, drowned by water, suffocated, or subjected to potent poisons, strong corrosives, or even decomposition, I can survive.”

Xie Shiwei was momentarily speechless.

She had thought that when she pursued Jiang Xi-yao, she was completely blinded by her beauty and just went for it, but did Jiang Xi-yao actually pass this test of hers too?

However!

How could anyone prove their vitality? Who encounters life-and-death crises every day?

Xie Shiwei just took it as Jiang Xi-yao making a promise that she “wouldn’t easily die and leave her.” She raised her hand and helplessly pinched her lips:

“Alright, alright, I believe you can live.”

Since Jiang Xi-yao always liked to incite the people around her to do crazy things for her, her ability to live safely until today must imply some extraordinary self-preservation skills.

However—

“What person can guarantee they’re resistant to fire and drowning… What is all this nonsense? Fire temperatures easily reach over a thousand degrees. You’re not allowed to brag like that. You just don’t mind the heat and are good at holding your breath, right?”

Xie Shiwei automatically translated her words into a meaning she could understand.

She even couldn’t help but imagine an unfortunate childhood for Jiang Xi-yao.

Her girlfriend was so beautiful and rich, yet she had never mentioned any relatives. Maybe there were some dark secrets, like what you see on TV—rich people would stop at nothing to fight for inheritance.

Was Jiang Xi-yao poisoned once? Did she survive with great difficulty, and now she thinks she’s immune to poison?

It would be normal for a rich family’s child to have training in fire and underwater escape.

As for decomposition—she’d just assume Jiang Xi-yao was talking nonsense.

Since she was an art student, her imprecise use of some science and engineering vocabulary was understandable.

Xie Shiwei thus explained away Jiang Xi-yao’s words to herself. Since her waist pain had also subsided, she begged her girlfriend to check the injury on her lower back.

Jiang Xi-yao took a sharp intake of breath: “It’s bruised! It’s purple! Your bone must be broken!”

Jiang Xi-yao frantically called 120.

Due to her exaggerated tone, Xie Shiwei also became a little uneasy, afraid she had really sustained a serious injury.

However, after the ambulance rushed over, the nurse who came to lift the stretcher was so terrified when he saw Jiang Xi-yao that his legs turned to jelly. Jiang Xi-yao, however, righteously commanded him:

“Why aren’t you hurrying to lift her up? Be gentle. She hit herself very hard and is in a lot of pain.”

For some reason, Xie Shiwei found this scene so familiar.

It was as if there had been a time when Jiang Xi-yao was more severely injured than she was, yet the woman was still berating the doctors and nurses to look at Xie Shiwei’s insignificant injury.

The accompanying doctor was also stunned.

He couldn’t help but stare at the bloody marks on Jiang Xi-yao. He felt the direction of the bl00d spatter and the color of the coagulation matched emergency injuries he had seen, but for some reason, he didn’t smell any bl00d.

He muttered, “Halloween is over, and this kind of cosplay is truly crazy,” before walking over with a stethoscope.

It was an orthopedic doctor.

After auscultation and palpation, his expression was subtle: “This position doesn’t involve the ribs. It’s just a soft tissue contusion. Of course, if you’re worried, you can get in the ambulance and go to the hospital for an X-ray.”

Jiang Xi-yao rolled her eyes: “Of course we’re worried! Who knows if you’re some incompetent quack who can’t see the problem? If you delay—mmmph—”

Xie Shiwei stretched out her arm, pulled her down, and covered her mouth.

“I’ll go for the X-ray, but you go home and change clothes before coming, got it?”

Xie Shiwei couldn’t imagine Jiang Xi-yao wandering around the hospital in that terrifying costume.

The fierce dog, who always snarled and showed her bad temper to others, only blinked obediently at her owner and said, “Oh.” Jiang Xi-yao instructed:

“You have to wait for me to come.”

Xie Shiwei perfunctorily said, “Mhm, mhm, mhm.”

The hospital’s examination results reassured Xie Shiwei. It was indeed just a contusion. The doctor prescribed her some external medicine for bl00d circulation and bruising, but every move she made risked irritating the injury. Jiang Xi-yao took a leave of absence for her.

Xie Shiwei stayed home to recuperate and didn’t go to school or the play rehearsal.

However, everyone seemed to have tacitly reserved the role of the Wicked Queen for her.

She bit into a cherry that Jiang Xi-yao handed her, asking vaguely:

“Huh? Did the person who played the Huntsman disappear? Is there a replacement now?”

Jiang Xi-yao was extremely worried about her injury, staying home to care for her recently. She only occasionally left for a few hours, sometimes for the play rehearsal, and sometimes she just told Xie Shiwei she was going downstairs for a walk.

Hearing her girlfriend’s question, Jiang Xi-yao placed her palm by Xie Shiwei’s lips for her to spit out the pit:

“Who knows? That ugly thing isn’t worth a glance even if it died on the roadside. You aren’t allowed to think about it, either. That trash isn’t worth wasting a single brain cell on.”

Xie Shiwei said, “Oh,” and continued reading.

“They’ve finalized the performance costumes? What does my outfit look like? Can you check for me?”

Jiang Xi-yao raised her chin, showing contempt.

“The rags they found can hardly be called costumes. The fabric is terrible, and the dye is even poisonous. Wearing it for too long will cause skin cancer… Of course, I’ll make the most beautiful clothes for you.”

…

The Queen and the Princess

Thus, a fortnight later, Xie Shiwei saw her Queen’s luxurious dress.

The surface of the glossy blue-purple satin was interwoven with black lace. Full, clear crystals and purple crystals were connected by gold chains, making the entire long dress sparkle.

Jiang Xi-yao even prepared a magnificent crystal crown for her.

After Xie Shiwei changed into the opulent costume, she was pressed onto a vanity stool. Jiang Xi-yao, the irritable, bad woman who was rude to everyone else, showed extreme patience only when dealing with Xie Shiwei.

She patiently styled the girl’s long hair, put on the crown, and personally selected the most suitable lipstick shade.

Xie Shiwei looked at herself in the mirror at the vanity. The makeup showed an unprecedented fierce quality.

【I like it.】

This seemed to be the version of herself she most wanted to be. Under the identity of the Wicked Queen, she could shamelessly display her beauty, even an aggressive beauty.

—Just like Jiang Xi-yao.

However, despite being dressed this way, she didn’t feel an ounce of unease or fear.

Xie Shiwei looked at the woman standing beside her in the mirror.

It was precisely because this person was by her side that Xie Shiwei could become whatever she wanted so casually.

Because all the nasty judgments, critiques, scrutiny, and covetousness were directed only at Jiang Xi-yao.

In this moment, Xie Shiwei felt her love was contemptible. She couldn’t help but feel a secret joy that her girlfriend was able to shield her from all those misfortunes.

“Mmmph!”

Jiang Xi-yao, who had finished her makeup, cupped her cheeks and bit her lip.

Jiang Xi-yao didn’t like Xie Shiwei constantly self-reflecting because she allowed Xie Shiwei to treat her more excessively and more badly. Besides, she had promised to let Xie Shiwei use her this way, but the girl had forgotten due to her amnesia.

Watching Xie Shiwei’s painful surprise, Jiang Xi-yao licked the lipstick stain from Xie Shiwei on her lips and smiled: “That’s a bitten lip look. Not bad, very sexy.”

Xie Shiwei: …Whose bitten lip look leaves teeth marks?

Jiang Xi-yao chuckled, staring at the mark on her lip for a moment, then suddenly changed her expression.

“No. Everyone can see this mark. Forbidden.”

The monster was trapped in a dilemma: she wanted everyone to know Xie Shiwei was hers, yet she also wanted to hide Xie Shiwei completely, from the strands of her hair to her toes, forbidding anyone from seeing her.

Xie Shiwei clearly saw the stubborn possessiveness in her eyes.

She felt that Jiang Xi-yao was fully capable of meticulously dressing her up one moment and forbidding her from going on stage the next.

So, Xie Shiwei urgently stopped the bad dog’s desire from spreading:

“Other people will see this mark, but only you can see the other marks on my body.”

Recently, Jiang Xi-yao had been considerate of her waist injury, not touching her at all, day or night. This left Xie Shiwei’s body, which had become accustomed to being caressed with various forces, feeling empty.

Her boldness had also been greatly indulged by Jiang Xi-yao.

Seeing that the dressing room belonged only to the two of them, with doors and windows tightly closed, Xie Shiwei raised her hand, pulled down the neckline of her gown a millimeter, and hinted nervously:

“Can you leave a mark here?”

Jiang Xi-yao raised an eyebrow: “Just there?”

Xie Shiwei’s face started to heat up. She tentatively raised the stakes: “The other side, too.”

But the bad dog, having tasted much sweeter snacks, remained unmoved.

Xie Shiwei’s face crumpled. She squeezed out a sound from her throat: “…Where do you want to bite?”

The dark-haired woman’s gaze slowly drifted downward.

The girl swiftly refused: “No!”

Jiang Xi-yao stood by the door and casually turned her head away: “Fine, then. This boring performance is canceled.”

The president happened to knock on the door then, flatteringly asking if Jiang Xi-yao was ready. It was almost time, and the other actors were already set.

Jiang Xi-yao opened her mouth to say: “No—”

The rest of the sentence was muffled by Xie Shiwei.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ve already changed. Don’t worry, President…” Xie Shiwei raised her voice to answer the president, but he knocked again, saying he was delivering her prop.

Jiang Xi-yao stubbornly held both of the girl’s hands down, forbidding her from opening the door for anyone else.

Xie Shiwei struggled hard in her arms but couldn’t break free. The president’s knocking on the door was loud enough to shake them. After more than ten seconds, Xie Shiwei couldn’t help but bite her ear:

“Anywhere is fine! Let go of me now! Please, please!”

Jiang Xi-yao’s expression softened. She looked at her smugly: “You begged me to bite you.”

Xie Shiwei hurried to push her away and open the door.

The so-called prop was just the poisoned apple the president was delivering for the Witch character she would later play.

Xie Shiwei looked at the ordinary-looking “poisoned apple” in her hand, her expression complex.

The president, however, stared at her ominously: “You won’t forget your lines on stage, will you? This is the poisoned apple you have to trick ‘Snow White’ into eating—the poisoned apple that will keep her from ever waking up.”

Xie Shiwei nodded.

Jiang Xi-yao, behind the door, couldn’t tolerate a supporting character being a nuisance at this moment. She kicked the door shut again. The door slammed back, and Xie Shiwei thought she heard the president cry out in pain.

But the girl quickly had no mind to worry about outsiders.

Because her wide, luxurious skirt was lifted up at that moment.

The person who ducked under her skirt was also wearing a beautiful gown, dragging a section of the sky-blue and yellow interwoven hem of Snow White’s dress on the floor.

…Was this some sort of grand Wicked Queen delivery scene?

This thought popped into Xie Shiwei’s chaotic mind.

But in the next second, she suddenly bit the back of her hand, squeezing out a suppressed plea between her teeth:

“…Be gentle!”

A muffled, light laugh came from beneath the complex layers of fabric.

“Why do I think you prefer it harder?”

When the teasing words mingled with a vague, wet, smacking sound, Xie Shiwei couldn’t help but feel dizzy.

Her eyes were unfocused for a long time before she realized she was unconsciously holding the apple the president had given her up to her lips.

A faint apple scent was mixed with another smell.

Xie Shiwei’s mind wandered, recalling the almond juice her grandparents used to buy her as a child to “boost her brain.”

—Almond scent?

No, it smelled slightly bitterer than that, pungent but bitter.

Xie Shiwei stared at the apple. Just as she vaguely spotted a pinprick on it, the woman who emerged from beneath her skirt suddenly reached up and snatched the apple away.

She subconsciously lowered her head, following the force.

The woman’s already seductive red lips were stained with another shade of lipstick, now smudged with moisture.

Jiang Xi-yao slowly extended her tongue upwards, gently licking away the messy traces from Xie Shiwei’s lips.

“…Thank you for the meal, Mommy.”