The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: The Villa

“Are you completely satisfied?”

The alarm clock beeped repeatedly. The deeply sleeping girl frowned in pain.

Xie Shiwei lifted her hand twice before managing to reach her phone.

Her eyes painfully opened, and a soreness that felt like she had been repeatedly plowed overcame her entire body.

—She didn’t even know if what she experienced last night was a nightmare or an erotic dream.

Until her eyes fell upon the blue and purple finger marks.

On her chest, her waist… most dramatically on her inner thighs and the inside of her knees, multiple overlapping finger marks served as proof of her intense struggle last night.

…It wasn’t a dream after all?!

Xie Shiwei tried to spring up like a carp, but failed.

Midway through tensing her waist, she collapsed back onto the bed, a short moan escaping her lips.

So sore, so painful!

It wasn’t just her waist. The spot that bore all her weight when she tried to sit up ached, instantly bringing back the memory of last night—

Her waist initially only trembled faintly, breaking out in thin layers of sweat.

Later, it began to convulse and shake. The muffled sounds suppressed between her lips couldn’t be blocked even by stuffing in more fingers.

“Mmm mmm… Hmmph mmm…”

Sweat-drenched strands of hair shook with her head.

All she wanted to say was “too much,” she couldn’t take it.

No matter which mouth.

But the monster that deprived her of her sight shamelessly displayed its malicious nature: “Hmm? Not enough?”

“You want one more, is that it? You’re impossible.”

“You’re so greedy. Are you completely satisfied?”

Xie Shiwei instantly became a white swan lifted by the neck!

Her body strained upward in vain!

But the grip confining her knees and inner thighs wouldn’t let her escape, regardless of how urgent the soft screams were in her throat, or how intense the plea for mercy was radiating from her entire body.

【No, no… that’s too much, ahhh… it’s too much, I can’t take it—I’m going to burst!】

【Stop, stop! Don’t, don’t… don’t do this…!】

Her already unclear thoughts were further muddled by the monster’s chaotic stirring.

Xie Shiwei’s mind raced, wondering: There were only a few fingers, so why could they move back and forth at different frequencies?

It was as if… they didn’t all come from the same hand.

The moment she finally realized this, the other arms, which had only been confining her body, began to stroke her skin again with varying degrees of force.

Lightly gathered, gently twisted, rubbed, firmly pinched…

Each force on different parts was unique, yet shared the common goal of trying to capture her distinct attention.

Xie Shiwei felt like she was going mad.

She couldn’t see anything. She suspected there was more than one monster in the room.

She was being played with by many, many monsters, many, many hands in turns.

As this realization hit her, along with the escalating sensory stimulation, Xie Shiwei’s body tensed, and she fainted!

To this day, she didn’t know whether she fainted from fear or from ecstasy.

—Or, perhaps, both.

The horrific finger marks were still densely patterned on her skin.

Xie Shiwei looked at the marks, which clearly exceeded the number of ten fingers. Ghost stories from her childhood in the countryside crept back into her mind.

It was said that water ghosts looking for a scapegoat loved to leave deep black five-finger prints on children, sometimes on their back, sometimes on their ankles.

Xie Shiwei felt exactly like she was haunted now.

The bedroom door was still locked as she had left it yesterday, the window was still only cracked open a sliver, and the room was empty save for the rumpled sheets where she had slept.

Her cowardly heart began to pound wildly again, and her fingertips started to tremble.

Despite her fear, Xie Shiwei made no move to flee in terror.

Because she somehow felt that the voice that had so intensely done her yesterday sounded like Jiang Xi-yao.

Her gaze shifted to the side.

The underwear she had frantically failed to remove yesterday was now lying quietly beside the pillow.

A single, incongruous red spot appeared on the bamboo-embroidered fabric.

Like a drop of bl00d that had accidentally fallen.

Recalling the delicate texture of the two pieces of cloth, their clinging nature, and now this inexplicable spot of vermillion red.

Xie Shiwei felt intensely that she had gone completely mad.

A dirty thing latched onto her, and she felt it was like Jiang Xi-yao. She had s3x with more than one invisible, terrifying entity, and she still felt Jiang Xi-yao was among them.

Now, even looking at a set of clothes stained with a red dot, she felt it resembled the mole on Jiang Xi-yao’s cheek.

Ha—

She truly was mad.

It was probably a good thing to be mad. If she was mad, she wouldn’t have to dwell on that person who died so long ago.

Xie Shiwei thought optimistically: See, her girlfriend just died, and her body is already able to accept having s3x with something invisible?

As long as her body forgot Jiang Xi-yao first, her heart would slowly forget too.

Xie Shiwei picked up the two pieces of cloth, intending to throw them onto the forgotten Buddha amulet at the foot of the bed and have them burned by the golden light.

She hadn’t forgotten the anger from her struggle with these rags yesterday.

The golden light reacted instantly, and the edges of the thin cloth recoiled in alarm.

Despite only the edges blackening slightly, the two pieces of cloth suddenly curled up.

There was no wind in the room, yet they rattled softly.

The light green fabric bulged two small corners, like two tiny, embracing hands, holding her fingertips and struggling away from the Buddha amulet. After a moment, they suddenly dropped again in self-abandonment.

Xie Shiwei somehow saw grievance and pity in two rags.

She felt like they were saying: ‘Please, spare me, I hurt so much~’

‘Are you still angry? Then just burn me.’

Before her mind could react, her fingers instinctively moved them away.

The Buddha amulet lost its target, and the golden light subsided.

Xie Shiwei looked at the two pieces of cloth and suddenly decided to let it go.

She hadn’t done anything to the dirty thing that slipped in last night during the storm while she slept. What harm could two pieces of lecherous cloth do?

Besides, according to the laws of novels, the more she tried to erase traces related to Jiang Xi-yao, the more deeply she would remember the original.

Finding a substitute was the correct way to forget the real person.

They were just two pieces of perverted cloth. Let them stay.

Having decided this, Xie Shiwei propped herself up on the bed, moving much more carefully.

Even so, her two weak, sore legs still gave way with a crisp “thud” when she stepped out of bed, collapsing onto the floor.

But there was something worse—

“Drip, drip, drop”

She looked down and saw one round water mark after another falling onto the floor.

Her body, before her mind, had learned the wrong shape.

A valve that had never been opened, once released for too long, could no longer be shut.

Xie Shiwei slumped by the bed, slapping the mattress with an angry, helpless palm.

Then she looked at the two pieces of cloth. Regardless of whether they could understand, Xie Shiwei grabbed them and fiercely threatened them:

“You like pretending to be this to take advantage of girls, right?”

“Then you better act like it! Remember your duty as underwear.”

“If you dare to leak a single drop and stain my pants today, I will burn you both.”

The two pieces of cloth lay still, either playing dead or in a stupor.

Xie Shiwei roughly flung them, making a rustling sound. “Did you hear me? If you don’t speak, I’ll take that as an affirmation.”

The moment the intimate cloth was put on again.

Xie Shiwei held the wall, slowly standing up.

She felt the opening in her body still hadn’t completely closed.

The instant a disastrous coolness descended—

“Mmm!”

A muffled sound escaped her throat.

At the same time, she heard a very clear “gurgle” coming from below.

Xie Shiwei hesitated for a moment, then quickly reached out and touched the thin cloth below her waist.

Her fingertips were completely dry.

But she was very certain that the moment she touched the fabric, the smooth surface suddenly bulged and pressed against her fingertip.

It was like… someone pouted their lips and kissed her.

And the current “gurgle” was that person opening their mouth and drinking up the “tears” she had shed.

The moment her thought registered, the bizarre sound of “gulu, gulu” became more frequent.

How perverse.

She felt like… she was wearing a living person.

Xie Shiwei picked up her phone and searched: “Do mentally ill people die earlier than average people?”

Her heart sank halfway when her eyes scanned over the answer: “Not necessarily.”

Until she looked further down:

“However, the proportion of accidents in mentally ill people is higher than in the general population.”

Xie Shiwei’s heart slowly lifted again.

Fine.

She prayed for a quick death.

She silently closed the hospital appointment page she had opened.

Jiang Xi-yao, who was clinging to her, suddenly felt irritable.

She didn’t like Xie Shiwei’s self-doubt, nor did she like her current state of self-torment and forced madness. She suddenly wanted to reveal her true form immediately.

She wanted to stand in front of Xie Shiwei, even if her body was still a paper figure, even if her features were all squeezed onto a flat surface, even if she wasn’t beautiful, even a little frightening.

She wanted to tell Xie Shiwei: “I didn’t break my promise. I didn’t betray you.”

The light green fabric suddenly loosened a bit.

Xie Shiwei sensed something, and her gaze angrily dropped, but was then drawn away by the commotion outside the window.

“Dee-doo, dee-doo, dee-doo—”

She truly hated that sound.

But Xie Shiwei had no choice but to prop herself up and nervously look out the window: “Chuchu!”

Zhong Chuyao hadn’t left the pavilion since last night.

But she was still very annoyed. This immortal monster… is it really as her mother said, utterly unkillable? She clearly destroyed that thing’s main body last night! Why could it still cause trouble!

The sharp-featured girl walked out of the pavilion, her eyes sweeping toward the second floor, her sharp gaze softening slightly:

“Careful! Weiwei, stand back, you’re going to fall!”

As she said this, her arms were already raised, looking for the best position to catch Xie Shiwei.

The girl saw that her friend was safe and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing her body and half-hanging on the window ledge:

“You scared me to death… I never want to see an ambulance or police car again. If I ever unfortunately get into an accident, and you happen to be there, please, please don’t call anyone for me. I just want to lie quietly by the roadside.”

Zhong Chuyao frowned at her: “Why are you saying such depressing things?”

Xie Shiwei awkwardly fell silent.

She didn’t want to worry her friend, so she casually looked around:

“Whose house called the police? Your houses in this neighborhood are so far apart, yet you can hear it so clearly, like it’s right in my ear. It really scared me to death.”

Zhong Chuyao simply “Mm’d” and calmly soothed her friend: “I’ll go check it out. You stay home and don’t wander.”

With that, she turned and left.

She actually knew what had happened.

The news had spread throughout the neighborhood owner’s chat group.

In the neighboring house, a thief had broken in during the heavy rain last night. The thief was startled when he got inside because there was a metal cage in the homeowner’s basement, and in the center of the cage was a human-shaped concrete block.

The thief didn’t leave. He quietly snuck out in the middle of the night, found a small electric drill, and planned to steal the concrete lump.

The sound of the drill was masked by the thunder, and the sleeping homeowner didn’t hear it.

The next morning, scarlet bl00d leaked out from the basement door seam. The homeowner, who routinely went to the basement to investigate, saw the empty, fragmented concrete block. Enraged, they called the police, claiming their house had been robbed.

The thief was even angrier: “I want to call the police too! These two are murderers! They killed someone! They poured a person into concrete! If you don’t believe me, piece together the fragments on the floor—it’s a human shape!”

He was furious.

When he approached the concrete last night, he distinctly heard a beautiful woman’s moan coming from inside, alluring and captivating: “Save me… won’t a good person save me?”

As the drill whined, removing the solid concrete skin, he even saw a flash of a black-and-white eye through the crack.

He momentarily lost control of his strength—

The drill pressed deeper, splashing bl00d.

He heard a shriek, followed closely by an angry curse. He apologized frantically, grabbing his phone to dial 911 while trying to placate her: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll save you, I’ll pay to cure you…”

“Who wants your wretched money? Money that follows a pauper like you must smell just as sour and stinky as you do. So disgusting, I don’t want it, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting…”

He suddenly seized the drill! He drilled into it recklessly!

Gray skin flew, bl00d flowed, the basement door opened, and the thief and the villa owner outside stared at each other.

Although Zhong Chuyao only heard the owners in the group chat mocking them as being “dogs eating dogs,” the darkening black aura around the house told her that the monster was nearby.

She had to quickly find the fragment and suppress and destroy it again.

The golden formation left at home was still running. As long as Xie Shiwei didn’t leave, she would be safe.

The Zhong house would be Xie Shiwei’s safest haven.

…

Meanwhile, on the second floor.

Xie Shiwei tilted her head, watching her friend’s retreating figure, confusion creeping into her heart.

Since when was Chuchu so fond of gossip? Before, if there was a commotion on the street, Chuchu was always the first to pull her away, telling her not to go near trouble to avoid accidental harm.

Thinking this, Xie Shiwei still leaned against the window.

In reality, according to her normal life trajectory, she should be out looking for a part-time job.

She had many professional courses last semester, so she had chosen high-credit electives. This semester, her professional courses were concentrated over two or three days in the week, making it more convenient for her to find a part-time job.

But she hadn’t moved.

What good would it do to pay off the loan? She completely felt that the world was meaningless now. Even if she lived, she wouldn’t meet anyone who made her heart race more than Jiang Xi-yao…

Hmm?

Xie Shiwei’s eyes involuntarily turned towards the corner of the distant street.

Was it her hallucination? She thought she saw a very glamorous figure. The hair that flew up when she turned was so black, so bright, it seemed to shine.

“Pat-ta, ta-ta…”

Before her brain could react, her body had already slipped out the front door in floppy slippers.

Xie Shiwei’s knees were shaking, and her thighs were trembling. In just a few dozen steps, her back was covered in sweat. Finally unable to hold on, she stumbled and leaned against the street corner wall.

She looked around frantically. The surroundings were silent, not even the sound of the wind.

It was as if the back view she had just seen was merely a hallucination.

“Ha…”

She rested her back against the wall, slowly sliding down.

The sound of her exhale was like self-mockery.

Who is it that says she doesn’t love, yet rushes after even a similar shadow with a flushed face?

She opened her hands and covered her face, a soft murmur escaping her fingers: “It’s an illusion, right?”

Her mental illness was progressing quite quickly.

First, she saw moving underwear, then she had s3x with a ghost. Now, she was even seeing the dead person come back to life!

“Ha… hahaha…”

Xie Shiwei started to laugh, and tears followed.

When she collapsed onto the ground, the rough asphalt road should have bruised her skin, but beneath her, it felt like a soft cushion had been placed, cushioning her entire fall!

But Xie Shiwei paid no attention to this.

She was focused on the fact that she had completely gone insane.

Until a voice, melodious like the clinking of jade, reached her ear.

“What are you laughing at?”

Xie Shiwei shook her head and waved her hands, not wanting to scare innocent passersby, nor wanting anyone to see her current pathetic state.

Mid-motion, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of an exquisite high heel.

The arch of the foot was white and radiant, and the toenails were delicately painted with deep-red polish.

—Such a perfect foot. Such a familiar foot.

A half-red, half-white rose was attached to the snow-white strap. As the other person moved, the rose swayed backward:

“If you won’t say, then fine, you stingy thing.”

Xie Shiwei instinctively reached out, grasping for the fragile rose, her tear-stained face suddenly lifting.

Her eyes met a regal face.

Black hair hung down, willow eyebrows curved, and even the distinctly black-and-white eyes flickered with a familiar malice.

Xie Shiwei’s palm trembled uncontrollably.

Until her gaze landed on the woman’s cheek, and she saw a… dimmed red mole.

Her fear and trembling suddenly stopped.

—It wasn’t her! It wasn’t her!

The ‘Jiang Xi-yao’ looked at all the girl’s reactions.

The despair of grabbing the last straw of hope turned into hope, then quickly transformed into fear, until the fear disappeared, leaving only a deep disappointment…

What did that mean?

No one had ever shown disappointment upon seeing this face.

“Hey,” she took a step forward, elegantly leaning down, “You ugly… stinky… gloomy-faced thing—”

The words she was accustomed to using for insult simply wouldn’t come out.

This messy face, tear-stained and utterly pathetic, should have looked worse than a stray cat in sewage, so why couldn’t she curse her?

The ‘Jiang Xi-yao’ moved closer out of curiosity.

Her dark eyes slowly and stickily crawled over the girl’s face, like a winding snake.

She licked her lips and suddenly spoke, saying something she hadn’t expected herself to say:

“Can I eat your tears?”