Chapter 222: Saving Myself From An Overly Early Grave.
Vulely: “…”
Perhaps one might (reasonably) think that her reaction was overkill; isolating and now unjokingly threatening to kill me. Well…to be fair to her, that moan was quite extreme. I mean, it sounded like something you’d hear in hentai; not a noise that I’d ever expect such a woman to emit.
I can very easily assume that Guanyu is always the top in bed, and that she doesn’t sound out her pleasure to that kind of vocal level; even if the Cultivator’s cold knife wasn’t at my neck. While a sister wife, and somewhat her adopted daughter, I still don’t find it that strange that Guanyu is so disturbed by me hearing that moan.
Vulely: “Hm…I can’t help but notice this knife. It seems to be…the one t-that Nia gave Celia.” I voiced with a shaky tone.
Guanyu: “Yes, that’s correct. How I’m able to use it?… Well, I’ll leave that to your imagination, dear.” She replied with a warm voice, likely showing off a nice smile, which I cannot see.
Vulely: “…”
Guanyu: “Vulely, you haven’t consented to my threat. Quite odd, as I don’t see you as the type of person to spread gossip; even to our wife.” She added, her blade now pressed tighter upon my neck, almost close enough to draw blood.
Clearly, this woman has some rose-tinted glasses on when it comes to me. I am the first person to spew gossip! If it wasn’t for her words back then, I’d have ratted both Guanyu and Nemu. Hm? Wait…maybe she is trying to give me an out?
Vulely: “Listen, who’d even believe me if I told them that you…” An even tighter hold stopped my words.
Guanyu: “Do not play games with me, child. You’re far too young to ever mouse your way out of my grasp. Though, mere words wouldn’t be effective, that much is true.” She sternly lectured.
Vulely: “Exactly! So it is all fine and…” The knife ended my words again.
Guanyu: “Except, you can just lazily replay the memory of that…event, in the highest clarity possible, make them feel as if they were present and witnessed it themselves.” She lovingly corrected.
Vulely: “( ’-’ ~)”
Okay, I’ll admit to that one being on me. But…can I truly be blamed? This Cultivator is so prideful that, instead of just erasing my memories of the moan, Guanyu would rather straight up end my life. Of course, such a blatant detail would slip past my mind, when I’m in this level of horrible danger!!!…
Vulely: “I won’t tell anyone about it, Guanyu, I swear! Also, can’t you just, like, erase my memories?” I said with a deeply fearful tone.
Guanyu: “Doing so would be an insult to our relationship, Vulely; I respect you more than would allow me to be willing to do that.” She replied with a serious tone.
Vulely: “…”
Guanyu: “No one, especially not Celia…has heard me make that kind of moan. So, please understand my position; this is about my purity as a wife, and the stability of my dominant position within the harem, as well as in Celia’s heart.” She continued, something in her culture that I’m just not aware of, which is the cause for her being so extreme over this small thing.