Chapter 4.1 - Seducing (1/2)

Translator: Superbulat

The wind was refreshing in the mountains during twilight.

Song Mo, however, felt very hot, and the clothes on his back were already soaked.

Don’t look at her . H e closed his eyes. Don’t touch her . He was cautious. As a result, his actions slowed down. The slower he went, the more torturous it became, but due to the concerns previously mentioned, he could not end it quickly.

When he was tying the strings of her inner pants, his fingertips accidentally touched the skin on her stomach, which was so tender and smooth that it caused a ripple in his heart. Just as he was about to divert his attention to forget the sensation, she suddenly let out a weak soft cry, seemingly shocked, frightened, or shy, drifting into his ears along with the mountain breeze.

Song Mo was going crazy.

Why did he have to go down today to sell mountain products? 1 If he had left a few hours earlier or later, he wouldn’t have to go through this!

However, if he had not encountered them, this Little Master would have been bullied…

She was so young and even a little nun at that. That man had no conscience at all!

The anger gradually ceased the fire in Song Mo’s body that shouldn’t have ignited. He reached out for her outer trousers. Because she was already wearing the inner pants, putting on the outer pants was much easier.

He turned around, opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the gray robe lying quietly on the grass. As soon as he put this on, he would be liberated.

Tang Huan looked at his tall back and smiled.

Pants could be worn lying down, but what about the upper part? She couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do.

Song Mo paused for a while, looked at the thick locust tree next to him, and thought of an idea.

He picked up the robe. When he had returned to Tang Huan’s side, his eyes were already closed. “Little Master, I shall carry you to dress under the tree. Pardon my actions,” he said.

Tang Huan hadn’t expected him to come up with such a method. She had thought he would let her lean on his arms.

But it didn’t matter because she had another plan.

“Sorry again for the trouble, donor,” she said fearfully and shyly.

Song Mo didn’t say another word. After spreading the robe on top of her and fumbling around to make sure that she was properly covered, he opened his eyes and carried her towards the tree.

To help her get dressed, he still had to close his eyes.

So he didn’t notice Tang Huan quietly loosening the straps of her dudou .

After placing her to lean against the tree trunk, Song Mo half-kneeled on her right side. He slid her right arm into the sleeve of the robe, then supported her head with his left hand while steadily holding the robe with his right hand, intending to pass it through her back.

With such a posture, if someone were to look from behind, it appeared as if the man was hugging the woman.

Being in between Song Mo’s arms, his sturdy chin was right in front of Tang Huan, and she could see his pursed lips and closed eyes when she tilted her head.

She never knew how much fun it was to tease an upright person.

Just when he was about to drape the robe over her left shoulder, Tang Huan exclaimed, “Ah!”.

Song Mo’s hand trembled and his voice was shaky as he asked, “What’s wrong?” He was already scared, and all he wanted to do was to finish this task as soon as possible. He didn’t want to get involved in any more trouble.

Even though she knew that he couldn’t see, Tang Huan still pretended to close her eyes shyly and stuttered, “Donor, j-just now, when you carried me over, m-m-my strap loosened…”

Strap? Did she mean the strap on her trousers?

No, he remembered making a really tight knot.

“Got it. I’ll re-tie it later.” Song Mo gulped and continued with what he was doing.

Tang Huan guessed that he had misunderstood, and her voice became as soft as a mosquito. “Donor, i-it-it’s the strap of my dudou ,” she explained.

Song Mo’s body stiffened, and the sight he had seen just now flashed through his mind. Her dudou was rolled up by the bastard, revealing a plump, snow-white roundness. Under the dim twilight, a little red plum stood quietly on top of the glittering pile of snow.

An inexplicable fire rushed up from his lower abdomen, burning his mouth and tongue dry.

Song Mo didn’t know why he had such a reaction. He told himself over and over again not to think too much, trying to remain calm, and then said, “I-I will help you put on the robe first. After I bring your junior sister here, you can ask for her help.”

Tang Huan stared at the beads of sweat on his forehead, thinking of her countermeasure. “Donor, I-I also know that I shouldn’t be asking for help with something like this, b-but my junior sister and I have had a falling out. I didn’t want to ask for her help, because I was afraid that she would tell others after we returned if she saw me in this condition. Donor, although I am uneducated, I also know that it only takes three people to confirm the sighting of a tiger 2 . Once this matter spreads through the mouths of my senior and junior sisters, I will not be able to live anymore… Donor, don’t worry. I’m a nun, and I only have Buddha in my heart. You are just helping me. As long as you don’t think I’m troublesome, I will only feel grateful towards you, nothing else.”

Song Mo was silent. He believed her. Disputes happen everywhere. There were social rankings even amongst monks and nuns, and there were bound to be bad seeds among them.

But, tying that for her was not something that he could do with his eyes closed.

When Tang Huan noticed him hesitating, she bit her lip and cried in a low voice, “Forget it, donor. You can leave. Just pretend like you have never seen me. I had already been…bullied by the wicked man. Even if he didn’t succeed in the end, I don’t…I don’t have the face to go on living in the world. I should have ended my life sooner. Being greedy to live is already the wrong thing to do. How could I trouble you any further…”

Song Mo’s heart was in turmoil. “Don’t say that. You are innocent.”

“But I…” Tang Huan huffed and puffed.

“Fine.” Song Mo was perturbed by her crying. “Since Little Master is worried about being found out by other people, then I-I…”

“Donor, please help me one more time,” Tang Huan hurriedly pleaded. “You can be rest assured that I will keep my mouth shut and will never damage your reputation…”

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山货 (Mountain products): Generally refers to the wild edible animals and plants that grow on the mountain and have not been artificially cultivated or bred, such as wild vegetables, wild fruits, fungi, pheasants, hares, and so on. Later, it was extended to some local products, medicinal materials, fruits, spices, and food brought from the countryside to the cities. 三人成虎 (Three people becomes tiger) (Idiom): A rumor can build up to a mighty story when only a handful confirm it; the power of rumors.