Chapter 177: Being Teased
Of course, Yagyū Simozi didn't stab Jingūji with a kitchen knife but turned and walked into the room instead.
Because the kettle was boiling.
She turned off the stove, washed off the bloody smell from her hands, wiped them clean, then walked out and reached out her hand.
"Elder brother, hug me."
"?" Bai Wei was stunned.
The word "hug" in Japanese has a double meaning.
"Hug me," she repeated, this time in Ming Country's language.
"Uh, uh?" Bai Wei's reaction was still sluggish for a second, but Yagyū Simozi took the initiative to hug him.
She tiptoed to compensate for the height difference, her arms wrapped around the young man's neck instead of his waist, the embrace more resembling a lover than a family member.
Unlike Saki Jingūji, Yagyū Simozi had a slender and tall figure, light in weight, and a very well-proportioned and coordinated body.
Every time they teased her about being unable to withstand A, it was only when she embraced him that she realized it wasn't all smooth sailing like a princess.
At least... her ribs won't hurt anyone.
Unlike Fu Hua's mother, there was still room for development, and she wouldn't have to drink milk powder from an early age when she had children.
Yagyū Simozi was not a biological sister; their blood relationship was already dozens of generations apart.
At first, the two of them were not very familiar with each other, and even when they became familiar, Bai Wei would avoid too much physical contact with her.
Even if they were siblings, at a certain age, they would grow tired of each other, and even if it did happen, it would be the elder sister unilaterally beating up the younger brother.
Recalling their past interactions, the most recent one was years ago when the underage boy carried the thirteen-year-old girl for more than ten kilometers to the hospital because she had severe symptoms from acclimatization issues.
Such an embrace seemed to have never happened before.
Yagyū Simozi had always been reserved in expressing her feelings, so it was the first time she straightforwardly requested a hug.
Resting her chin on the young man's shoulder, Simozi glanced at Saki Jingūji with a meaningful smile.
...As long as this palace doesn't die, in the end, all of you...
Jingūji couldn't be bothered, lying on the grass with green above and below.
Hmph, this brother complex.
Hugging was a great way to relieve stress; it seemed like there were people in foreign countries holding up signs offering free hugs on the streets.
After Yagyū Simozi's embrace completely relieved her mental stress, although reluctant to let go, she still released her hand because the food was still on the stove.
Only when she was about to let go did she realize what a bold move she had made.
But since she had already done it, with a reckless attitude, she suddenly thought that kissing at this moment would make it even more reasonable.
She leaned closer, her breath quickening, her exhale brushed against the curve of his facial structure.
With just a few centimeters of distance between them, the girl pressed her lips together, a faint trace of pink lipstick lingering on them.
After a moment of internal struggle, she let go of her heel and rushed into the entrance without looking back.
“The dish is burnt!”
Bai Wei stood in place, the scent of perfume still lingering on his body.
He stood frozen in place, both his mindset and expression showing confusion.
“Time to eat.” Saki Jingūji deliberately scolded loudly next to his ear, then puffed her cheeks and walked towards the entrance.
“Emmm...” Bai Wei drew out a nasal sound, lost in thought.
Is this... me?
Did my own younger sister break through my mental defenses?
Slightly breached mental defenses, unable to maintain composure, why is my mouth involuntarily forming a smile, why is my mood becoming extremely good?
My mouth has betrayed me, what are you doing, my brain? Have you also betrayed me?
As a gentleman who has always idolized Confucius, how can I, who has prided myself on being reserved, suddenly lose control?
Bai Wei strangely circled the lawn a few times. If there wasn't anyone watching, he felt like he would punch or do a few somersaults.
Just like a young boy confessing his feelings for the first time, he was happy.
Is it necessary?
Is it necessary?
Is it necessary?
But, happy.
Why am I happy?
“Yeah, why indeed?" Bai Wei also wondered aloud in a strange manner.
It's just, being hugged for a moment, just a simple embrace between family members, although it has never happened before.
Bai Wei looked up at the starry sky.
“For the first time, I realize that my heart is actually lacking in love..."
It must be because I'm too lonely, otherwise, how could just a hug break through my defenses? It's impossible, it doesn't exist, it's simply a fantasy.
It seems like it has been a long time since anyone has hugged me, there have been embraces between men, of course, but this doesn't count.
Subconsciously, I've always maintained a chaste image, and there haven't been many chances for close contact with the opposite sex. On the other hand, I often sleep together with men, after all, good buddies share a bed. How else could I assemble a reliable army if not for this? It's all about persuasion, benefits, and personal charm. And then some doggone rumor started circulating, saying that the mentor likes strong and martial men... Ridiculous!
Bai Wei looked at his own palm, involuntarily recalling the series of sensations from earlier.
Hokusinn Kichyō's chest... It was tightly wrapped, but quite substantial.
Jingūji's waist... It was soft yet firm, delicate to the touch.
Simozi's embrace... It felt so good, so good.
“Huh?" Bai Wei immediately realized what he was reminiscing about, and his expression instantly became serious.
Then he quickly shook his hands and walked to the edge of the pool to rinse them repeatedly, cold water flowing over his hands, cooling the burning temperature of his palms.
He vigorously rubbed his hands, trying to treat this part of the reminiscent memory as a black history to be forgotten.
“Mating season, the mating season is approaching..."
“Instincts are stirring restlessly."
“Suppress it, suppress myself."
However, the more he tried not to think about it, the easier it was to recall the tactile sensation of physical contact and the recent restless stirrings.
In his past life, Bai Wei was an emperor, wielding the Golden Power. It was very easy for him to restrain his emotions and feelings; a single thought could discard them.
In this life, he no longer had such a convenient cheat. After enduring for so long, there was finally a possibility to cure the sexual frigidity brought about by the Golden Power.
In the past, he could calmly watch the snake dancer undulating her waist, dancing in an extremely provocative yet seductive manner, without being moved. His eyes witnessed everything, but his mind would only ponder the hidden motives and intrigues of the banquet, unaffected by anything else, as if watching a group of skeletons pose and play with their bones, dismissing it all with a smile.
Without the Golden Power, he was just an ordinary person, experiencing the seven emotions and six desires, able to appreciate the sweet and soft charm of women, no longer the merciless emperor and righteous mentor who would suppress desires completely.
He was being emotionally stirred, affecting his judgment.
Choosing to be human naturally meant falling from the clouds, transforming from an emperor who overlooked the mortal world into an ordinary person traveling thousands of miles.
Having flesh and blood also meant having emotions and desires.
Bai Wei also realized that he was beginning to be restless, but there was no other way to suppress it except by taking a cold shower, yet this kind of restraint was always temporary.
As everyone knows, the consequence of not easing oneself for a long time is that it will come out in dreams, and it can be quite terrible when the eruption happens.
But what can he do? He can only choose to suppress it.
Bai Wei is still not accustomed to his current self. It took him more than ten minutes to reconcile himself, but after eating, he hastily left his seat, looking as if he was running away, with a disheveled appearance.
But this appearance actually surprised Yagyū Simozi for quite a while.
“Did I go too far?" she muttered to herself, "Scaring my brother like that..."
“Really?" Jingūji asked while lying motionless on the sofa after finishing her meal.
“He was just avoiding me earlier."
“Yeah, he was also avoiding me just now," Saki Jingūji turned over, "But maybe it's a good thing."
“Why?"
If he remained indifferent, it would mean that he didn't care much, but now that he has reacted, it suggests that he is also somewhat unsettled. Isn't that a good thing?
Yagyū Simozi's disappointment disappeared in an instant, and her eyes lit up. "Yes, it's a good thing!"
She happily jumped up. This meant that she was being seen as an opposite gender, not just as a younger sister.
Jingūji tilted her head. She could understand Simozi's happiness, but she couldn't empathize well now and instead felt a bit uncomfortable.
In the past, she used to tease, "If I put in some effort, I could win your brother over. When I marry into the family, you have to address me as sister and serve me tea." But now, she didn't have such thoughts at all and instead felt a bit suffocated.
She changed her tone and mockingly expressed her emotions. "I used to think, Simozi, are you overly obsessed with your brother?"
Yagyū Simozi said strangely, "I'm not obsessed with my brother."
Saki Jingūji choked up.
Yagyū Simozi sat on the sofa, hugging her knees. "I really am not. I see my brother as the opposite gender... from the first time we met, I addressed him as brother, but I wasn't sincere... never have been!"
