The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 64

Chapter 64: The Meal

She has to eat now!

Xie Shiwei’s voice was suppressed as she pleaded with the invisible presence.

Her words came out in muffled whimpers.

At that moment, the thin fabric that had only been slowly caressing her suddenly paused.

Then, it slowly sank towards the place she craved—

“Hmmph…”

Forgetting all shame, she spread her knees wider.

Every open pore on her body was screaming with anticipation.

Xie Shiwei’s eyelashes were soaked with tears. The water overflowed, sliding down the corners of her eyes, unable to bear the intensity.

Yet, she urged repeatedly: “Hurry, I’m ready, any way is fine… hurry and take me…”

The desire in her voice grew more urgent.

The sense of dangerous intrusion, however, suddenly stopped dead in its tracks.

Xie Shiwei was so parched that tears streamed down her face. Her heels scraped wildly against the sheets until they were red. But no matter how difficult or unbearable it was for her, the fabric made no further movement.

Even the force that had been roughly kneading her chest also came to a halt.

The will attached to it seemed to have suddenly withdrawn and vanished.

Or perhaps it hadn’t left, and it was now standing in a corner of the room, grinning and mocking the human it had teased.

Xie Shiwei’s senses plummeted from mid-air. She gasped for breath, her mind filled with the memory of Jiang Xi-yao’s coldness toward her recently.

The brief, restrained kisses, the controlled, distant hugs…

And the midnight snack she was used to being served every night. Even when she actively transformed into an inviting, ripe state, Jiang Xi-yao never came to pluck and taste her.

She suddenly opened her eyes, forgetting her fear of this invisible anomaly, her gaze brewing a rare fury.

“Even you despise me… even you don’t want me…”

“If you didn’t want to do it with me, why did you play with me earlier?!”

In her humiliated rage, she reached out, desperately tearing the two pieces of cloth from her body.

Xie Shiwei couldn’t understand why these two rags, merely similar in texture to Jiang Xi-yao’s skin, could inherit that dead person’s malicious personality.

Why did they both like to torment her so capriciously?

Why did they both enjoy watching her lose her dignity, begging yet unable to get what she wanted?

Xie Shiwei’s fingers trembled with anger, turning white from the force.

But the delicate fabric, which had just returned to its normal appearance, now clung tightly to her tender flesh as if glued on.

If the girl’s strength were greater, the scene would look like she was self-mutilating out of thirst, stretching her own soft flesh—

“Aaaaaah…”

Xie Shiwei was on the verge of madness.

“Get off! Go away… don’t touch me!” She cried tears of rage. Even the pain was lessened. She pulled haphazardly. When she couldn’t tear off the bra, she went for the other piece.

“Don’t touch me, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely don’t touch me!”

Her untrimmed nails, which had grown long, scraped the soft cloth, leaving chaotic red marks on her snowy thighs.

The thin fabric that had been tightly clinging to her heart softened, allowing her to pull it outward.

But the edges still clung to her reluctantly. Only the middle part she was pulling on, like chewing gum, let her stretch it outwards infinitely.

Xie Shiwei watched as her arm stretched to its limit.

The fabric pinched between her fingers became a thin thread.

Yet the thread never broke.

Xie Shiwei’s anger was suspended by the bizarre sight.

Her brain stalled too much, and the strength in her fingers suddenly let go—

“SMACK!”*

The fabric snapped back violently, making a sticky, muffled sound with a hint of moisture.

Xie Shiwei screamed unexpectedly, falling backward onto the bed in pain.

As her eyes glazed over from the sudden release and tears fell, the suspended anger surged back, more turbulent than before.

“Bastard… son of a b***h…” She gnashed her teeth, ready to seek mutual destruction with this eerie presence.

But she was never good at conflict. Even after racking her brains, she had no capacity for attack.

Waving her hands wildly at the air only made her look foolish.

Xie Shiwei miserably cried herself back into anger. She sniffled, clutching the blanket, and cursed with a heavy nasal voice: “Bad dog… bad thing… all b*stards…”

She angrily closed her eyes.

Xie Shiwei even began to pray: I’ll forget Jiang Xi-yao when I wake up!

She would never be heartbroken or sad over such a hateful person again. When she woke up tomorrow, she would use the Buddha amulet to burn these two rags. She would never go near these evil-tempered, wicked things for the rest of her life!

“Rumble!”

Thunder shook the window, and a torrential downpour lashed down.

A white, misty curtain of rain enveloped the Zhong family villa, isolating all prying eyes.

In the rain curtain, a figure of brilliant color radiated anxiety.

Jiang Xi-yao, through the fragment connection, heard Xie Shiwei’s inner thoughts clearly. The coward hadn’t forgotten her this time, but was actually wishing to forget her—

How could that be?!

She just didn’t satisfy that little pervert’s request…

Why should she satisfy it?! The dead cream bun didn’t even recognize her fragment, yet she dared to seek pleasure from this thing, whatever it is!

No! Even if she recognized her fragment, it wouldn’t be allowed! Xie Shiwei was only allowed to seek her! Xie Shiwei could only plead with her! Nothing else—no messy, haphazard thing—was allowed to even kiss Xie Shiwei’s toes!

Jiang Xi-yao wished she could appear before Xie Shiwei immediately, forever confining that slender, warm body in her soft skin, using every means possible until the girl’s soul was also eternally branded with her mark.

Her black eyes, appearing to flow with silt-like ink, looked up at Xie Shiwei’s room. Though only less than five meters of street separated them, she couldn’t cross it.

An aura, invisible to mortal eyes, emitted a dazzling golden light in her sight, enveloping the entire Zhong house.

And the girl who set up the formation was currently sitting under the rainy porch. The rocking chair swayed gently. Zhong Chuyao had a book open on her lap, her lips moving as she quietly chanted.

Jiang Xi-yao quickly realized what book she was reading.

The torrential rain washed down, forcing the beauty’s black hair to cling stickily to her skin. Jiang Xi-yao’s eyes scanned down, and her close-fitting garment slowly turned red in the rain.

The bridal attire, born with her true form, gradually revealed itself.

Yet, she was frozen in place, like a statue allowing itself to be painted, unable to move.

That damned Zhong Chuyao! She’s actually chanting the Shurangama Mantra?!

That stinking Taoist, to deal with her, is even practicing a combination of Buddhism and Taoism?!

This King of all Mantras dictates that even if chanted by a mortal, all demons and monsters cannot leave and must wait until the chanting is finished before moving.

Jiang Xi-yao was certain Zhong Chuyao had glanced her way before chanting. And she was equally sure that Zhong Chuyao wanted her to stay right here.

—To stay at this distance where she could see Xie Shiwei, but could never, ever touch her.

The rain was heavy and urgent.

The monster, standing motionless in the rain, had her bridal attire grow increasingly demonic and scarlet, like vividly flowing bl00d.

If anyone were to open the window facing the street now, they would surely be terrified by this grotesque figure!

“Zhong, Chu, Yao…”

Malicious hatred quenched her eyes.

Her fingernails continuously grew longer, their edges razor-sharp, capable of easily penetrating a fragile human body and heart.

She would gut this stinking Taoist, tear her to shreds, and toss the rotten flesh to the insects!

The person under the pavilion seemed to hear her curses. Her eyelids calmly fluttered a glance in her direction, then quickly closed again.

The chanting, as if in retaliation, sped up.

Just as Zhong Chuyao held her breath, fully immersed in the chant, the red mole on the cheek of the beautiful monster in the rain curtain flickered.

Jiang Xi-yao disliked using this method unless absolutely necessary.

But the soft crying sound in her ear seemed to extend into the girl’s dream.

Xie Shiwei must have been asleep, her thoughts sluggish, but the intermittent, choked sobs didn’t stop even in her dream.

The red mole was restless, pulsing harder beneath the skin.

This scarlet figure, under the mantra’s reinforcement, also showed more non-human flaws.

Dark streaks seeped into her pale skin, turning it into waterlogged paper.

The rain intensified. With a sound of “crash,” a sudden, heavy drop of water broke through her forehead, like a bamboo skewer piercing a paper lantern.

The downpour, like a sharp blade, scrubbed the beautiful skin until it was unrecognizable. However, no one could see that the tiny red mole on the monster’s cheek was also slowly dimming.

…

At the same time.

In the second-floor side bedroom of the villa, near the window.

The thin fabric with the bamboo leaf embroidery on the girl’s chest silently drifted down, with no external force tearing it.

The light green fabric shrank into a flat, paper figure the size of a palm.

A red mole first appeared, swimming freely on the “skin” like a red carp in a pond.

Black hair, facial features, and the body shape followed immediately after…

The thin skin inflated like a balloon. The red mole moved more slowly, finally resting by the side of those bloody red lips.

The graceful figure sat on the bed, leaving no crease in the sheets. Jiang Xi-yao looked down at her current form, muttering an unhappy “Tsk” in her heart.

The edges of her palms were still ink lines, her skin was still paper-pale, and the sharp angles of her finger joints were as hard as an artist’s lines.

She didn’t need a mirror to know that if Xie Shiwei opened her eyes now, she would surely get the screaming-and-amnesia combo—

But this time, she didn’t want to leave.

Even if she could only temporarily manifest this terrifying paper-figure form through the fragments she arranged, she wanted to stay by Xie Shiwei’s side.

From the moment the long knife pierced her heart, the hard, grating road, the high-temperature incinerator that crackled with heat, the cold, stuffy, and cramped urn…

Nothing was more unbearable than being separated from Xie Shiwei.

Her heart was constantly beating wildly. Even if only a millimeter of her fragments had just recovered their form, she wanted to fly back to Xie Shiwei immediately.

I want to see her, I want to see her, I want to see her…

The mind that had always been able to contain the chaotic thoughts of countless prey was now filled with only this single, simple thought.

No, her mind couldn’t even contain this longing!

The longing grew wild like weeds, bursting out of her skull, clamoring to rush out and find Xie Shiwei.

And at this moment, the one she loved was right before her eyes.

Jiang Xi-yao lowered her eyelids. Possessiveness flowed wantonly from her black eyes, tracing the girl from her scattered hair down to her toes, as if custom-building a transparent cage for her.

“Mine, mine, all mine…”

Jiang Xi-yao’s red lips opened and closed, marking every inch of delicate skin with words.

But it wasn’t enough—

She stretched out her arms, slowly embedding this warm figure into her paper body.

“Shua, shua…”

The girl’s skin rubbed against hers, making a bizarre sound.

The sleeping person seemed to sense something, letting out a very soft groan.

Jiang Xi-yao closed her eyes contentedly, seeing a tear still lingering at the corner of Xie Shiwei’s eye. She extended her scarlet tongue, unhesitatingly sweeping it up.

“Mmm…”

The incomplete touch of the paper figure caused a large area of redness near the girl’s eye, as if scraped by coarse sandpaper.

Xie Shiwei unconsciously turned her head, trying to hide.

Jiang Xi-yao’s eyes darkened slightly. She immediately pinched the girl’s face, changing her point of attack—

Her stiff tongue clumsily pried open her lips and teeth. She persisted in going further in.

“嗚!”

Xie Shiwei awoke from her light sleep, her eyelids fiercely struggling.

The moment her eyelids opened and closed, she heard two “crack, crack” sounds.

The paper skin on Jiang Xi-yao’s shoulder cracked, wantonly producing a third arm. The paper-white palm firmly covered the girl’s eyes, forbidding her from seeing her current non-human appearance.

At the same time, Jiang Xi-yao kissed her more deeply.

The girl’s lips and teeth were completely blocked. Her breathing was intermittent, and not a single complete syllable could be hummed from her nasal cavity.

【What… what is this…】

【Am I dreaming? I must be crazy with lust, right? Didn’t eat enough before bed? Still having a continuous drama in my dream?】

Dream?

Jiang Xi-yao’s eyes darkened with displeasure. Her peripheral vision swept over the warm white body, and she suddenly changed her mind.

She was simply too desperate to possess Xie Shiwei.

All those ridiculous notions of ‘endure so you can have a better meal,’ and ‘wait for Xie Shiwei to ask for it so it will be more satisfying,’ were tossed aside by Jiang Xi-yao now—

She’s a monster full of desire in the first place, why should she learn to endure?

She has to eat now!

But she hadn’t had enough of Xie Shiwei’s sweet lips and soft tongue yet, and she couldn’t bear to end the kiss so soon.

Jiang Xi-yao’s dark eyes rolled, looking at the third hand covering the girl’s eyes, and a flash of inspiration suddenly struck her.

The next moment.

The last piece of fabric tightly clinging to the girl also silently slipped off.

The thin cloth collapsed, splitting in the middle into many tiny paper pieces.

The paper pieces inflated and stretched one by one, turning into many paper-shaped arms, becoming a bed full of white paper hands.

One hand moved to the girl’s neck, lingering down her collarbone. One hand repeatedly caressed the slender waist until the soft waist trembled and turned red as if allergic, but that was not all…

Two arms worked together, supporting the backs of her knees, pulling them out to the sides.

The girl’s crimson body, in the center of this absurd and terrifying scene, was like a peach slowly ripening on a branch.

Jiang Xi-yao wantonly churned her lips and teeth, crushing all the sounds escaping her throat and swallowing them along with her breath.

At the same time.

Jiang Xi-yao sat up, releasing the hand pinching her jaw, and lightly leaped over the surface of this warming body.

Heading all the way down.

Hot skin, delicate bone structure. Every exposed part of the girl was repeatedly rubbed by Jiang Xi-yao’s currently dull palms, trying to deepen the memory.

By the third time she caressed the body, she saw a large patch of dark dampness spreading on the sheets.

“So greedy…”

Jiang Xi-yao let out a low laugh.

At the same time, the red mole on her cheek suddenly brightened!

She activated the full connection and shared sensation of all her fragments. In an instant, the wonderful feeling of touching every inch of Xie Shiwei flooded her mind—

The fingertips that replaced her lips and tongue to part her girlfriend’s lips were moist and hot; the palm that kneaded her girlfriend’s soft flesh was soft; the fingers that mischievously and repeatedly inserted between her girlfriend’s fingers were tight…

I like it.

I really like it.

She liked every part of Xie Shiwei’s body.

【Damn ghost thing… actually harassing me in my dream…】

【Hateful, hateful, hateful! Bad thing, bad thing, go away!】

【*Useless dog thing, I see you’re just as impotent as that bad dog Jiang Xi-yao. All talk and no action. I’m going to curse you to be the bottom for other lonely ghosts later! A bottom forever! *】

The girl, whose mouth was full and couldn’t utter a sound, had her inner thoughts starting to protest irritably.

Xie Shiwei had experienced too many abrupt stops.

She even felt that she had been broken by Jiang Xi-yao and had lost the ability to perceive ultimate pleasure for the rest of her life.

But Jiang Xi-yao was her girlfriend, the bad dog she was willing to keep. What right did this thing, a mere low-grade substitute, have, whether it was a ghost or some other monster?!

Jiang Xi-yao sighed very lightly.

There was relief that Xie Shiwei wasn’t scared, but also dissatisfaction that Xie Shiwei didn’t recognize her, the awkwardness of being her own stand-in, and a sense of helplessness at the possibility of actually being cursed.

And the girl’s breathing became shallow, but her inner monologue didn’t stop.

【Go away, go away! I’m going to curse you to be instantly scattered and never have a s3x—】

The word “life” in her inner monologue was suddenly cut off.

Xie Shiwei’s lips parted blankly.

Tears filled the paper-white gaps covering her eyes, overflowing before being slowly absorbed.

Even her thoughts came to a standstill.

After a long time, only one word emerged dazedly:

【…Huh?】

She hadn’t realized what had happened yet.

Or perhaps, she knew what had happened, but she couldn’t believe it.

Jiang Xi-yao narrowed her eyes. Her pale face silently moved closer. Relying on the fact that her current voice was high-pitched and different from her real voice, her lips, like two pieces of red paper, opened and closed, making a sound:

“Is one enough?”

The girl was stunned for a long time, then suddenly struggled violently. However, her wrists, ankles, and waist were all restrained. Even her tongue was clamped by two fingers, losing its freedom.

“Mmm mmm…”

She began to struggle fiercely.

Her inner monologue cursed even harder!

Jiang Xi-yao sighed very lightly. When she didn’t give it to her, she cursed.

Now that she abandoned her complete skin, and used her fragments to satisfy her, she still cursed.

—But a dog that has bitten the bone would never let go of the meat in its mouth.

The sound of rain outside had not stopped.

The person in the pavilion chanted the mantra one after another, watching the lifelike scarlet paper skin crumble piece by piece in the raindrops.

In the room.

The paper figure’s sharp voice carried a wicked laugh: “Not enough? Do you like two?”

Immediately after.

A long, suppressed whimper emerged from Xie Shiwei’s throat.

【So full…】

Her mouth was filled with the monster’s fingers.