Chapter 519: Yan Qingjue, I will make you regret this!

Yan Qingjue's slender fingers gently rested on the collar of her plain white long dress, and her fingertips flicked slightly outward.

The collar on both sides loosened and slipped away along her shoulders, easily exposing her snow-white, rounded shoulders to the outside.

Immediately after, her hand slid down to her waist, pinching the tightly tied sash. With a hook of her finger, the sash was untied.

Losing support, the long dress fell from top to bottom along her graceful body, all the way down to her ankles until it landed on the ground.

Yan Qingjue's delicate and proud figure was fully displayed in front of Lin Yue.

Meanwhile, Ouyang Luoluo beside her wasn't having such an easy time taking hers off.

To showcase the heritage and extravagance of the Qingyun Sect, the wedding robe was designed to be tedious and complex, with layers inside and out.

Her hands groped around her waist for a long time, sweating anxiously, but she still couldn't find where the hidden clasp to untie the waistband was.

Lowering her head, Ouyang Luoluo grabbed the pearl buttons at the collar and pulled hard twice, but it didn't budge at all.

For a moment, she really wanted to recklessly tear this wedding robe apart, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

It was precisely Ouyang Luoluo's hesitant performance that gave Yan Qingjue an opening.

Without caring whether Ouyang Luoluo beside her had finished stripping or not, she stepped over the pile of clothes on the ground and strode toward Lin Yue.

Lin Yue was still thinking about how to lower her own presence when her vision suddenly went dark.

A wave of oppression washed over her face, and her wrist was grabbed by a cold hand.

"S-Senior Sister…"

Lin Yue cried out in alarm. Before her voice trailed off, a sense of weightlessness instantly struck, and Yan Qingjue, without another word, threw Lin Yue onto the large circular bed.

The bed was soft and comfortable. When Lin Yue made contact with the bed's surface, her whole body sank into it, and the scattered red threads and porcelain bottles around were shaken and rolled everywhere.

Before Lin Yue could recover her wits, Yan Qingjue knelt on one knee, straddled Lin Yue's waist directly, and pressed her tightly beneath her.

Her two hands respectively clamped onto Lin Yue's hands, pressed them toward the top of her head, and held them on both sides.

Lin Yue struggled, wanting to break free from Yan Qingjue's clutches, but Yan Qingjue was unlikely to give Lin Yue a chance to break free.

"Senior Sister… I haven't…" Lin Yue begged for mercy, "I… I'm not ready yet…"

Yan Qingjue lowered her eyes, staring at Lin Yue's neck.

There, strikingly printed, were one eye-catching pale pink hickey after another, left previously by Ouyang Luoluo.

After such a long time, not only had they not faded, but they had become clearer instead. It was definitely a mark that could only be sucked out after sucking for a long time.

Yan Qingjue narrowed her eyes, a trace of danger flashing through the depths of her eyes.

The irritation already weighing heavily on her heart could just use today's prime opportunity to settle old and new scores together.

She lowered her head, staring straight into Lin Yue's eyes: "Lin Yue, but I am ready. Why don't you try my punishment first?"

Hearing the commotion, Ouyang Luoluo looked over, and at a glance, saw that Yan Qingjue had already suppressed Lin Yue onto the bed, their bodies closely pressed together, ready to get down to business at any moment.

Her hands unfastening her own clothes were noticeably flustered, and she immediately stopped them loudly, saying in an anxious tone:

"Yan Qingjue! Did you set me up?! I should have known you would take off your clothes before me! This is obviously unfair! I'm not competing anymore!"

Yan Qingjue remained lying on top of Lin Yue, unmoved. She merely turned her head slightly, the corner of her eye glancing sideways at the jumping Ouyang Luoluo, and mocked:

"So what if I did? First come, first served! Those who arrive late only deserve to drink the leftover soup of those who arrive first."

"If you delay any longer, you might not even get to drink the soup. After all, I am crystal clear about Lin Yue's little switch."

Before Lin Yue could open her mouth to retort, Yan Qingjue had already lowered her head, her warm lips pressing against Lin Yue's neck, accurately covering those pink hickeys, and kissed down hard.

Greedily sucking on that patch of skin, scraping with her teeth, soft strands of hair fell onto Lin Yue's skin, sweeping back and forth with the movement. That sensation was ticklish and quite comfortable.

"S-Senior Sister, it's ticklish… Mm…"

Lin Yue let out a soft hum, the tail end of her voice involuntarily rising.

Her slender waist lifted involuntarily, twitching like a carp flipping over, but she was pressed down so tightly by Yan Qingjue that she could only continuously endure wave after wave of stimulation.

Ouyang Luoluo stood by the bedside, her line of sight blocked by Yan Qingjue's back, unable to see the expression on Lin Yue's face.

But listening to that soft, limpid voice and the shaking coming from the bed,

she could guess with her eyes closed that Yan Qingjue's technique was definitely superb, having already turned Lin Yue's entire body weak.

"Dammit…" Ouyang Luoluo cursed through gritted teeth.

Originally, she wanted to properly finish taking off her clothes before getting on, but now she couldn't care about that anymore. If she waited any longer, Lin Yue would be completely devoured by the other party.

Thus, kicking with both legs, she lunged onto the huge circular bed, on all fours, crawling to the side of the two of them using both hands and feet.

Taking advantage of Yan Qingjue being deeply engrossed in kissing and not paying attention to her, she grabbed Yan Qingjue's shoulders and pushed her aside with all her might. The force was so great that Yan Qingjue was knocked over onto the floor.

The weight pressing on her body disappeared, and Lin Yue was reborn, but she still hasn't figured out the situation.

Thinking Yan Qingjue was going to change into some high-difficulty posture, Ouyang Luoluo then sat on her waist, cupped her cheeks with both hands, lowered her head, and kissed her unreasonably.

Yan Qingjue half-propped herself up on the bed to stabilize her figure. Having been pushed away so far, her expression turned gloomy as she stared at Ouyang Luoluo sitting on Lin Yue and retorted aloud:

"What are you doing?"

Ouyang Luoluo ended the kiss, let go of Lin Yue's face, and turned her head to raise an eyebrow provocatively at Yan Qingjue.

"What am I doing? Why should this Young Miss tell you what she's doing? I'm not doing it with you! Ridiculous!"

Dropping these harsh and sharp words, Ouyang Luoluo looked back at Lin Yue, one hand wandering all the way from Lin Yue's collarbone along the wedding robe to the edge of the hem.

"Lin Yue, this is the punishment for you eating Yan Qingjue first and not eating me."

"Let's see whose punishment tonight will make you unforgettable for a lifetime, and make you lose your wits and climax uncontrollably…"

"Lin Yue, shall I help you take off your clothes, or will you take them off yourself?"

Looking at Ouyang Luoluo's reckless and heavy-handed approach, Lin Yue was truly afraid of being strangled to death by the clothing ties, and quickly spoke up: "I'll do it myself…"

She tremblingly raised her hands to grope for the collar, but the moment her fingertips touched the collar, a plain white hand reached over from the side and grabbed Lin Yue's collar.

"No need." Yan Qingjue's voice sounded.

With force in her wrists, she tore to both sides, and the harsh sound of ripping echoed in the bridal chamber.

That priceless wedding robe split into two halves from the middle, buttons and gold threads flying everywhere, some even hitting Lin Yue in the face.

Lin Yue kept her hands raised in the posture of preparing to untie her clothes, her whole person stiffening in place, completely unresponsive.

Not only her, but Ouyang Luoluo sitting on top of her was also shocked.

Her eyes widened into round circles as she looked at Lin Yue's clothes instantly turning into tattered cloth strips, and then looked at the expressionless Yan Qingjue.

"Yan Qingjue! Do you not know what it means to cherish jade and value flowers? You tear clothes just like that?!"

Yan Qingjue said with an unchanged expression: "Don't you think it's in the way? Why do you need to wear so much?"

"But…" Ouyang Luoluo originally wanted to say that although it was a bit in the way, they definitely shouldn't use such brutal methods to ruin someone's clothes.

Before the words could leave her mouth, she was interrupted by Yan Qingjue again…

Yan Qingjue looked Ouyang Luoluo up and down, focusing her scan on her upper body and her chest, which remained flat even after wearing so many layers, and sneered aloud:

"Are you wearing so thick to cover up your weak points? Afraid of feeling inferior?"

These few words accurately stepped onto Ouyang Luoluo's minefield.

"Who's feeling inferior!"

Ouyang Luoluo went berserk and jumped straight up from Lin Yue's body.

With both hands grabbing the collar of her own wedding robe, simply not caring about whether it hurt her heart or not, she imitated Yan Qingjue's appearance and tore open the wedding robe on her body.

What couldn't be torn was directly snapped apart with brute force, and finally, a large ball of tattered cloth strips was forcefully thrown under the bed.

Standing unreservedly in the center of the bed, facing Yan Qingjue, she said in an unwilling tone:

"Although mine is indeed a little small, your other aspects might not necessarily be better than mine!"

Ouyang Luoluo wanted to find the opponent's shortcomings to prove her own advantages, but after looking around, she suffered a heavy blow.

Yan Qingjue was full-figured, her buttocks were very perky in a sitting posture, and her waist didn't have an ounce of extra flesh, crushing her in all directions.

Finally, she stared fixedly at Yan Qingjue's very bottom, stubbornly finding an excuse: "That place of yours isn't as small and cute as mine!"

"Lin Yue doesn't like small and cute things, and…" Yan Qingjue said: "Moreover, are you only a little bit small? How come I can't tell? Sorry, I can't see it at all!"

"Yan Qingjue! You… I will make you regret this!"

Ouyang Luoluo completely lost her mind.

Looking down at Lin Yue, who was still lying on the bed playing dead, a small red leather whip suddenly appeared in her hand, and she commanded: "Lin Yue, get up, come in front of me."

As soon as the words left her mouth, another even more forceful voice came from the side: "Lin Yue, come in front of me."

Yan Qingjue had also stood up at some point, holding a small black leather whip of the exact same style as Ouyang Luoluo's in her hand.

Holding the whip in one hand and akimbo with the other, her body leaned forward at just the right angle.

Whether it was posture or aura, she was obviously much more skilled than the dryly standing Ouyang Luoluo beside her.

The two of them stood on the left and right sides of the bed respectively, the two whips silently heralding the upcoming game, and the sense of oppression was suffocating.

Lin Yue felt like crying without tears. In order not to offend either of them, she could only drag her heavy body and cautiously crawl up, stopping right at the very center position between the two of them.