【Words Carry the Way (Test Mission): Use currently effective teaching methods to guide the Elder of the Transmission Hall completely onto the path of literary cultivation, thereby winning her heart!】
Lin Yu: “!!!”
Feeling that his senior had started crying, Lin Yu initially planned to pause.
After all, she was an innocent young woman suddenly subjected to such intense treatment.
It was only natural for her to cry out of nervousness, her emotions spiraling out of control.
But just then, the 【Soul Cultivation Bond】 mission arrived?
And from the system’s prompt, it seemed Tang Yimian’s heart was still thanking him?
So these were… tears of joy?
She liked this kind of thing?!
For a moment.
Lin Yu was genuinely confused.
Should he stop or not?
From the very beginning, he had warned Tang Yimian.
If it became too much to bear, she could say “stop.”
And he would halt immediately.
But she hadn’t said it yet…
Could she have been too overwhelmed to remember?
Lin Yu’s mind raced, quickly devising a compromise.
He lifted his head, gently wiping away the tears at the corners of Tang Yimian’s eyes.
Then, in a slow yet overwhelmingly commanding tone, he whispered into her ear:
“Why the tears? Is the floor too hard, or did you think I’d go easy on you?”
“Let’s move to the bed. I want you to watch… as I ruin you.”
Lines that once made him cringe now, under these circumstances, carried a strangely thrilling sense of roleplay.
He’d never tried it before.
But it seemed… intriguing!
Effortlessly scooped up into Lin Yu’s arms, Tang Yimian instinctively grabbed his pajamas to steady herself.
The tears were just an outpouring of emotion.
She still hadn’t fully decided whether to use the “safe word.”
Though she hadn’t articulated her feelings in words during the fright that made her cry,
those sensations were now deeply etched into her heart.
Impossible to forget.
Given time, she could surely translate them into words for her novel.
Right now, though,
whether to continue became her dilemma.
Lin Yu, ever the consummate student, performed so convincingly that Tang Yimian felt he could rival even drama majors.
If she stopped now, would she be wasting a golden opportunity to learn and grow?
Would a moment like this ever come again?
But if they continued…
She’d already been reduced to tears when Lin Yu kissed her neck.
What came next—would it be a punishing kiss?
She wasn’t mentally prepared to surrender her first kiss under these circumstances!
After a brief internal struggle,
she realized she’d missed the best moment to say “stop.”
As if heaven itself conspired to set the mood,
a flash of lightning pierced through the curtains, illuminating the room.
The instant she was tossed onto the bed,
Tang Yimian barely managed to prop herself up, catching a glimpse of Lin Yu’s sharp profile and—
the well-defined contours of his torso as his shirt slipped off.
“Boom!”
A clap of thunder shook the sky.
Tang Yimian’s throat tightened, her heart pounding wildly.
Instinctively curling inward, her fingers clutched at Lin Yu’s sheets.
It was as if the thunder had stolen the oxygen from the air, leaving her breathless.
She should run.
She had to run!
But why did her legs feel so weak, utterly useless?
He was coming closer…
Lin Yu approached.
Then,
Tang Yimian distinctly felt the mattress dip under his weight.
With her legs failing her, she could only rely on her arms to push herself backward.
Until her back hit the headboard—nowhere left to retreat.
“Calm down, we should… Ah!”
Before she could finish,
her feet were yanked forward, dragging her smoothly back to the center of the bed.
Her pajamas slid open at the waist, crumpling unevenly above her navel.
Another bolt of lightning split the darkness.
This time,
Tang Yimian fully understood what it meant to be admired like a plaything…
She reached to pull her clothes back over her exposed skin,
but the moment her fingers caught the fabric, Lin Yu batted her hand away.
Then,
his lips crashed down.
Not a tender exploration, but a ruthless conquest, grinding against hers with bruising force.
Overwhelmed past her limits, Tang Yimian still couldn’t bring herself to call for it to stop.
Her mind went blank.
All she could register was the invasion—his tongue prying past her teeth, claiming her with relentless dominance.
She tried to gasp for air, but each breath was stolen before it could reach her lungs.
When she instinctively turned her head to escape,
Lin Yu seized the back of her skull, fingers tangling roughly in her fragrant hair.
His other hand tilted her chin up, forcing her to maintain the position.
So her novels hadn’t exaggerated.
There really was no escape.
Fear and tension surged like tidal waves, threatening to drown her completely.
……
She had no idea how much time passed.
When a sliver of air finally returned to her,
Tang Yimian could only weakly whimper, “Stop…”
Like a machine receiving its command, Lin Yu immediately pulled away.
Tang Yimian lay there, chest heaving, unable to steady herself.
Every sensation from the experience was etched vividly into her mind.
“Click.”
Lin Yu turned on the bedroom light before sitting back down beside her.
Bathed in the sudden brightness,
Tang Yimian scrambled upright, desperate to hide her disheveled state.
Her thoughts were a tangled mess, words failing her entirely.
The acting exercise had been undeniably effective.
Half the hollow scenes in her novel now felt filled.
But after the lesson…
“Senior, how was it? I… sigh…”
“Since you never said to stop, I had no choice but to keep going.”
“That’s just how I am—when I commit to something, I see it through…”
“And that… was my first kiss. In twenty years of life.”
Lin Yu spoke weakly,
his tone laced with melancholy, as though he’d sacrificed something precious for her sake.
This post-session monologue
instantly triggered Tang Yimian’s “apology-prone personality.”
She was the older one here, after all.
Hearing how her junior had selflessly offered up something so valuable to help her,
she immediately scooted closer, stammering:
“Lin Yu, I didn’t expect things to go this far. I just…”
“This is my fault. If I’d said ‘stop’ sooner, it wouldn’t have happened.”
“Don’t be upset, okay? I don’t know how to make it better—I’m terrible at comforting people. Ugh…”
Listening to her,
Lin Yu inwardly cheered.
This was going even smoother than he’d hoped.
He’d effortlessly shifted the post-event blame onto her.
“Haa…”
He exhaled deeply, pretending to compose himself.
Then turned to face Tang Yimian:
“It’s fine. Every guy goes through this at some point. And if it’s with you… that’s not so bad.”
【Ding!】
【Masterful maneuver! Your magnanimous, affection-laced words leave the Elder of the Transmission Hall steeped in guilt!】
【Reward: 20 Spirit Stones】
Tang Yimian: “……”
She hadn’t anticipated Lin Yu saying something like that.
For a moment,
her tongue tied itself in knots.
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Yu pressed further:
"Senior, you stopped talking after that... I wonder if you noticed..."
"Do you think the acting exercise method actually works?"
...
(Second update for today, with an extra chapter coming later!)
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