"So strange…"
Luo Huangjun thought to herself, still savoring the wondrous sensation lingering between her lips and teeth.
But then, she suddenly felt as if something was attacking her. Puzzled, she turned to look in that direction.
"What is this rebellious disciple hiding?"
Curious, yet temporarily unable to speak, Luo Huangjun had no way to ask. She simply reached out and grabbed it instead.
Chu Ge noticed her movement, but didn't think much of it at first.
Until—
Hiss!
Chu Ge sharply sucked in a breath of cold air!
As if jolted awake from a dream, he instantly realized what had happened—his Master had actually…!
This was bad… very bad!
Chu Ge hurriedly stopped what he had been doing to block her mouth, staring at Luo Huangjun in shock.
"M-Master… y-you…"
Even his speech carried a trembling note.
That instinctive reaction was noticed by Luo Huangjun.
She herself was somewhat surprised.
"Rebellious disciple! Speak—what is this?"
Seeing Chu Ge suddenly become so weak and powerless, Luo Huangjun felt her masterly authority begin to revive. Struck with curiosity, she asked.
Her voice returned to its usual chill, carrying a faint oppressive force.
Strangely enough, the object she was holding seemed to be about seven inches in size.
And after she grasped it, Chu Ge truly acted as though his "seven inches" had been seized—utterly miraculous.
"Uh…"
An awkward expression rose on Chu Ge's face, mixed with no small amount of astonishment.
His Master's knowledge in this regard was truly far too blank.
She was actually completely ignorant of such things.
Seeing that Chu Ge had now entirely lost the imposing dominance he had displayed earlier, a trace of triumph welled up in Luo Huangjun's heart.
Watching the "splendid" changes in Chu Ge's expression caused by her movements, a playful urge arose in her.
She no longer cared what exactly this thing was.
'So just like this… I can make this rebellious disciple submit?'
She muttered inwardly. Recalling how overbearing Chu Ge had been before—how her masterly dignity had been utterly swept away—a sense of long-awaited vengeance and exhilaration rose in her heart.
"Master… don't!"
Chu Ge's expression turned extremely dramatic. Because of Luo Huangjun's movements, he sensed that something was going very wrong.
"Hmph! Begging for mercy now? Too late!"
"Rebellious disciple, how did you offend your Master just now? This is your punishment!"
"Do you know your mistake now?"
Luo Huangjun lifted her chin slightly, her words pouring out like rapid-fire shots.
A satisfied, gleeful smile curved at the corner of her lips.
Although she didn't understand why doing this made Chu Ge behave as though his vital point had been seized—
Luo Huangjun couldn't be bothered to think too much about it. Now that she had finally caught hold of an opportunity, how could she not properly discipline this rebellious disciple?
"Uh, hehe… this disciple… this disciple knows his mistake now."
If at the beginning Chu Ge had still wanted to stop her, now he only hoped that Luo Huangjun would apply even greater force.
Such a soft, boneless, delicate jade hand—although it wasn't direct contact, the sensation it produced was still exquisitely wonderful.
He no longer wanted it to stop.
As for the so-called "punishment" Luo Huangjun spoke of—
Heh. If this could be considered punishment, then Chu Ge would gladly accept more of it.
In fact, he'd welcome it several times a day.