The day I fell for my senior sister, I wiped out my enemies' entire sect. With my revenge complete, I felt wonderful.
The sect leaders, elders, chief disciples, and divine lords of the entire immortal realm used everything they had learned in their lives to capture me.
Ancient formations, sinister talismans, divine swords, magical artifacts: they all came crashing down on me.
They called me a traitorous disciple, a fiend who had fallen into the ghost path and committed every evil imaginable.
Only my senior sister... Even after her sword pierced my heart, her hand was still shaking badly.
Her eyes were bloodshot, so unlike her usual cool expression.
Was that pity, with a trace of... pain?
I smiled at her gently, thinking with malicious delight:
So you really do care about me.
My dear senior sister, I'm going to die.
Will you regret it for the rest of your life?
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She didn't regret it for the rest of her life.
She was getting married tomorrow.
Sitting in a bustling teahouse, I wondered calmly how best to crash the wedding.
If she found out that my feelings for her were still as twisted and malicious as ever, would she hate me so much she'd kill me again?
In full view of everyone, I carried her away.
She didn't resist or say a word. She let me pin her to the bed and kiss her gently on the lips.
“Is that all?”
She looked at me. Her pale red lips glistened with moisture, but her cool eyes were just as haughty as ever.
I couldn't stand her.
At that, I kissed her several times in disdain, until she could barely catch her breath.
Only after she flipped me over and pinned me down did the warm breath against my ear, and the quiet laugh beside it, make me uncertain.
“So you really don't know how.”
I'm the Ghost Lord. All the evil spirits in the world bow their heads and show me the utmost respect.
What could I possibly not know how to do?
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Later, my soul entered the human world, and I became a mortal.
A fortune-teller told me that an immortal from the heavens was looking for me.
She'd been searching for a thousand years.
Scammers sure know how to make things up these days.
I went home and tossed some money to the fair-faced, rather pretty beggar, then snapped, “Eat your fill and get lost.”
She looked at me and smiled, her pale red lips curving slightly. “Could I stay the night?”
Talk about pushing your luck!
Whatever.
“Then leave after we sleep together.”
After all, I'm kindhearted. Letting her stay one night is no big deal.
It's just that this beggar always carries a sword at her waist.
It's really worrying.
That night, she pinned me to the bed. Her warm lips pressed against my neck, her breathing intimate and unrestrained.
That's when I started regretting not throwing her out sooner.
“Still don't know how, do you, good little junior sister? Your senior sister will just have to teach you for the rest of your life.”
Older top, two strong leads.
A lovesick, spoiled Ghost Lord who dishes it out but can't take it x a master senior sister who talks herself into love, keeps a cool face, and kisses her until she melts
Theme: Never give up.
