Chapter 111: Bewitching—Losing One’s True Heart
When Su Keke rushed over, what she saw was a scene of a boy and a girl tangled together. Zhao Kexin’s eyes were hazy, and strange, warped sounds slipped from her throat.
Although the hem of her skirt covered their bodies, and Su Keke was still rather innocent about such matters, she had caught countless ghosts—she understood at once what was happening.
Fire surged in her chest. This thing actually dared… actually dared…
At that moment, the masked boy slowly turned his head. The smiling mask on his face stared straight at her.
Fresh blood still clung to the corner of the mask’s mouth.
“Blood… tastes so good.”
Su Keke flew into a rage. “Evil beast! I’ll kill you!”
It actually dared… it actually dared to take a maiden’s blood!
She didn’t know exactly how it did it, but she knew how precious that blood was—each woman only had it once. Once taken, it was gone.
Su Keke gripped her peachwood sword and slashed furiously at the mask on his face.
The mask instantly flew off.
The instant the mask separated, the boy pressing on Zhao Kexin fainted.
And at the same time, Zhao Kexin’s dazed eyes gradually cleared. She looked at the boy on top of her—plain-looking, face full of acne. It was Zhang Songtao, the class sports rep.
With the sensations in her body so painfully clear, a scream jammed in her throat.
In a split second, Zhao Kexin understood what had happened. Her head swam, and it felt as if her sky had collapsed.
How could this happen? How could this happen…
Her stomach churned. She wanted to vomit…
Staring blankly, Zhao Kexin vaguely heard someone in the distance calling Su Keke. Something flashed through her mind. She suddenly shoved the boy off her, calmly straightened her own clothes, and—forcing down the nausea—also tidied the boy’s shirt and pants. Then she moved far away from him, hugged her knees, and sat there in a daze.
“Zhao Kexin? Did you see Keke?” Qin Xing and Luo Man rushed over.
Even though Su Keke had told them to stay where they were and not move, they heard commotion from this side and feared something had gone wrong, so they ran over.
Zhao Kexin pointed at the boy beside her. “Zhang Songtao was acting weird just now. The mask on his face actually flew by itself—it scared me to death. Keke already chased after it.”
“Don’t be scared, don’t be scared. Keke’s amazing,” Qin Xing hurried to comfort her.
Zhao Kexin’s face was ghostly pale—she really was badly frightened.
Su Keke kept chasing the mask out of the villa’s small courtyard.
“You spirit-creature—where do you think you’re running?”
The mask hung high in the night, tilted slightly, as if bending down to look at her.
Unfortunately, it was still only a mask.
By a twist of fate, that smiling mask had once stumbled upon men and women in the middle of illicit acts. It fed on essence and awakened spiritual intelligence. After drifting through several turns, it ended up in Jiang Yueyue’s villa.
At first it wanted to “nourish” itself on Jiang Yueyue, but its intelligence had only just awakened. It was still timid, and without the right opportunity, it never dared to strike.
Today, it noticed Su Keke, and understood that a filthy thing like itself would definitely be taken by her. So it decided: in for a penny, in for a pound—first it had to quickly strengthen itself.
“You nosy stinking Daoist! I haven’t harmed anyone—don’t you dare try to collect me!” The smiling mouth on the mask drooped slightly, and it spoke in a voice that was neither male nor female.
“Bewitching people and taking a woman’s blood to cultivate—this is what you call ‘not harming anyone’?”
“You forced me! Before you came, I had evil aura but no filth. This is my first time taking blood to cultivate!”
“Was it that you didn’t want to… or that you never found a chance?”
Su Keke didn’t waste words. She flung the feng shui compass in her hand straight at it.
The smiling mask was trapped within the small square of space covered by the compass. No matter how it struggled, it couldn’t fly out.
The smiling face on the mask suddenly changed into a look of panic.
“I’m not willing! Not willing! Give me time, and I’ll definitely defeat you!”
“But you won’t get that chance!”
Su Keke charged forward, kicked off the trunk of a big tree, and leapt high into the air. With her peachwood sword aimed at the mask, she chopped down hard.
“Ah—!”
The smiling mask let out a shrill scream. When it hit the ground, it had already split into two halves.
And along the cut surface, red blood flowed—like a human’s.
Su Keke tossed an evil-dispelling talisman onto it and burned the mask into ashes.
Afterward, Su Keke reunited with Qin Xing and the others.
She instinctively glanced at Zhao Kexin, not knowing how to comfort her.
In ancient times, women valued those few drops of blood even more than life—people said it could only be shown to one’s future husband.
But modern customs were more open. It should… be much better, right?
Su Keke felt guilty. “Zhao Kexin, I’m sorry about tonight. If I’d realized earlier that it was a spirit-creature and not a ghost fiend, and I’d come sooner, you wouldn’t have—”
“Keke!” Zhao Kexin suddenly cut her off. Her face was still pale, but she forced a smile at Su Keke. “I’m fine. I was just scared a little. We don’t need to talk about this.”
Su Keke hurriedly nodded.
This kind of thing really was best known by as few people as possible.
Qin Xing said, “Zhao Kexin, you’re way too timid. We had protection talismans—demons and evil things can’t get close.”
Zhao Kexin tugged the corner of her mouth. “Yeah. That’s why I’m fine. I was just startled. Oh right, Keke—can you give me another protection talisman?”
At the mention of the talisman, Su Keke couldn’t help frowning, but she nodded anyway and pulled out a neatly folded protection charm from her bag and handed it to her.
In fact, she usually only gave one person a protection talisman once. If they asked again later, they had to buy it.
But today, because Zhao Kexin had been bled due to Su Keke’s mistake, Su Keke felt she owed her. How could she still care about such a small matter?
Still, she didn’t understand. That spirit-creature had been crafty, but its power was weak. Su Keke’s talisman should have been enough to block it completely.
Zhao Kexin must not have been wearing the talisman Su Keke gave her. Why did she lie?
What benefit was there in lying about that?
But no matter what, this incident began because of Su Keke.
Su Keke pressed Zhang Songtao’s philtrum. After he woke up, he clearly didn’t remember what happened afterward. He only thought he had drunk too much and passed out outside the villa.
Inside the villa, everyone kept partying. Only two or three hours later did the revelry finally end.
For students who could stay out overnight, Jiang Yueyue arranged places to sleep. Her villa was huge—if they squeezed a bit, basically everyone could fit.
For students who didn’t want to stay out overnight, Jiang Yueyue arranged cars and personally sent everyone home—she was very considerate.
Along the way, Zhao Kexin was silent, her gaze dim and heavy.
Su Keke worried about her and kept glancing at her from time to time.
But those looks made Zhao Kexin feel worse—like a constant reminder that not long ago, because of her stupidity, she had lost her first time.
Actually, she wasn’t as open as other girls. She also longed to give herself to the boy she loved most.
But back then, she had been bewitched.
If… if there had been no Su Keke, would she have avoided all of this?
For a brief moment, Zhao Kexin truly hated Su Keke. But she quickly pressed that thought down.
It was because she hadn’t held steady to her true heart. Just because she thought she was in a dream—did that mean she could do that kind of thing?
So it turned out… there was a part of her that was this shameful.
