Chapter 3.2 - Dressing the Nun (2/2)

Translator: Superbulat

“Don’t worry. She’s alright now.“

Song Mo asked her with a puzzled expression on his face, “You really can’t move?” Could it be that she had been drugged?

Tang Huan stared at him with tears in her eyes.

Song Mo turned around and walked away.

“Where are you going?” Tang Huan asked anxiously.

“I’ll check on your junior sister. If she’s awake, I’ll get her to help you,” Song Mo said without turning his head.

Tang Huan secretly scolded her master for creating a ‘junior sister’ in the dream. “D-don’t go,” she eagerly pleaded, “I-I’m afraid of someone walking by unexpectedly. Can you help me put on clothes first before you go to my junior sister? Donor, I’m really scared, so please help me first! If someone sees me in this state, I’ll be too ashamed to see anyone anymore!” She could call him ‘donor’, but Tang Huan really didn’t want to address herself as ‘poor nun’ 1 .

Song Mo stopped in his tracks. Indeed, she was almost stripped bare, with only his jacket covering her body. Anyone who saw her like this would think the wrong way.

But for him to put on clothes for her…

“Donor, please, I beg you…” Tang Huan pleaded, her voice weak and delicate.

She had a beautiful voice. If Qiao Liu had heard this, he would have picked up on the seductive tone in her voice. But Song Mo only heard the pitiful pleading of a little nun, her worries and fear.

Song Mo had to bite the bullet and walked towards the nun. He didn’t dare to look at her. He pinched her arm through his jacket and confirmed with her again. “You really can’t use your strength at all?”

“Yes.” Tang Huan looked at him with watery eyes.

Probably due to his identity in this dream, Song Mo was slightly tanner here, but his handsomeness had not diminished in the least. On the contrary, his cold aura had been replaced with an air of calmness. He still appeared aloof, but not as unapproachable as before. It made sense, though. How could a forest ranger have the same demeanor as a martial arts expert?

However, if her master hadn’t pointed it out to her, she wouldn’t have noticed any ‘expert aura’ in him. She had only thought that he was very cold and attractive.

Tang Huan was bewitched by his handsome face.

Fortunately, Song Mo was too preoccupied with figuring out the best way to put on the clothes for her to notice her adoring gaze.

“Well then, Little Master, please excuse my actions,” he said calmly as he closed his eyes.

Tang Huan returned to her senses and said softly, “Donor, you have saved my life, and now I have to trouble you again to help me. I only have appreciation for you in my heart.”

Song Mo didn’t say anything else.

He tossed his jacket aside and reached for Tang Huan’s legs with his eyes remaining shut.

In the heat of the summer, she only wore inner pants 2 and outer trousers.

After wearing the inner pants, the outer trousers would be much easier to put on.

His hands found her inner pants and slowly pulled them up, being careful not to touch her legs.

It was easier for the calves, but once he got to her thighs, he had to lift her hips to put on the pants for her.

Tang Huan secretly laughed at the man who was kneeling beside her, watching as his face began to sweat. She was slightly disappointed that he didn’t take the bait but also thought that the man looked amusing. When her master ‘picked flowers’, they were all single men. Most of the seemingly indifferent men were unwilling at first, but after being teased by her master a few times, they all succumbed to the temptation. Although their expressions remained grim, their thrustings were merciless.

She wondered if Song Mo was different from them?

“You…try and see if you can move now?” Song Mo asked after a long moment of hesitation.

Tang Huan looked at the dim sky and said in a mournful tone, “I still can’t…donor, p-please help me put them on. I only think of Buddha in my heart.”

Song Mo suddenly felt guilty for no reason, but at this point, he could only continue.

He pulled his sleeve down to cover his palm, then placed his hand under the woman’s waist and slowly hoisted her up.

Tang Huan’s body was lifted mid-air by Song Mo’s strong arm. When she looked down, she saw him struggling to pull her pants up with only one hand. As the pants were designed to be tighter around the waist, he could only inch upwards little by little, alternating between dragging the left and right sides, while trying not to touch her legs.

A drop of sweat gathered on his chin, dripped, and slid down the inner part of her naked thigh, causing an indescribable itch.

“Mhm……”

Tang Huan moaned. She’d learned how to make sounds that could arouse a man from her master.

The arm that lifted her waist visibly trembled. “What’s the matter?” Song Mo asked her.

Tang Huan panted and said in a low and soft voice, “No, it’s okay. I’m just a little tired.” He took a long time putting on her pants, so her waist was indeed sore from being lifted up for so long.

Song Mo regretted his decision.

He thought that it would be an easy task, but he had no idea how difficult it would be to dress a woman.

Her scent and delicate voice exuded a sensuality that made him itch.

He was not a hesitant man.

Rather than the slow torture, it was better to quickly cut through the tangled hem 3 . He had already crossed the line anyway.

Thus, he pulled Tang Huan towards him. Her soft body fell into his arms, with her head resting on his shoulder, as he finally pulled her pants up with both hands.

Finally. Song Mo quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

But at the back of his ears, he felt something warm and soft.

Song Mo’s body stiffened, and his brows furrowed. He heard the little nun say timidly, “Donor, please put me down. It’s so uncomfortable like this…” As she spoke, her lips touched his skin a few more times.

Was it unintentional?

Song Mo hurriedly laid her back on the ground.

Tang Huan stared at his flushed cheeks with satisfaction, and after a while, she whispered, “Donor, please hurry up, I’m afraid someone might see…”

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T/N: I feel like I have to warn y’all… This novel is not very smutty compared to the other smuts. Plot is still the main focus and snu snus are not very explicit since it’s a novel hosted at JJWXC, but still a lot more smutty scenes than the other novels on that site…

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贫尼 (Poor nun) or 贫僧 (Poor monk) are the way monks and nuns (humbly) address themselves. The long white pants as part of the zhongyi previously mentioned in Chapter 1. (Not very sexy lol) 快刀斩乱麻 (Lit. Quick sword through the tangled hem): Make a decisive action in a complex situation.