Chapter 11 - The Past of Bai Yue


Bai Yue floated on the rooftop of Wu Manor, staring at the rising moon that cast a beautiful glow upon the earth. A cold breeze brushed against her cheek, blowing her long hair backward.
The tranquil moonlight gave off an elegant luster, and it soothed her chaotic mind a bit. However, the thoughts inside her head wouldn’t go away, tormenting her even now.
A few hours had already passed since that woman, Su Ling, mentioned that she had to dual cultivate with her own stepson. To her, this seemed like an impossible task. How could she do such a thing with Wu Yang?
But if she didn’t, he might not be able to recover. It was a hard decision to make. Should she be a good stepmother and heal him, or should she not because of her own sense of morality?
"Is it really impossible?" Bai Yue asked herself. "Would it be wrong of me to agree to such a thing?"
The answer was no. She knew that very well. It was something she could easily do in order to help Wu Yang, and yet she hesitated. Was it fear?
"You are still tormenting yourself even now. How foolish." Bai Yue looked at the moon and whispered, "I'm still not over it, am I?"
Those words brought back many old memories. Those memories flashed past her mind at an incredible speed, filling her entire being with mixed emotions. And among them was something she had always been afraid to think about. It was a painful experience from a long time ago.
It happened when she was still young. That time, when she had just reached adulthood, her clan arranged a marriage for her to preserve his bloodline. However, her partner turned out to be an old ancestor, who was left with a century or so of life remaining.
That wasn't even the problem. She could care less about that. The problem was that the ancestor's appearance looked like a disgusting old man. He had withered skin, thin hair, crooked back, and many other unsightly features.
It disgusted her to the core and made her sick, yet her clan still forced her into marriage and forbade her from leaving that accursed home. Because that disgusting old man had high cultivation and bloodline, her clan wanted her to bear his child for future generations.
This made her curse the clan's obsession with bloodlines and their ruthless way of dealing with issues.
For that reason, Bai Yue escaped from her marriage. She fled from the clan's wrath by escaping to the mortal world. And during their chase, she was injured severely.
Luck was on her side, though. A kind-hearted, young cultivator who didn't know her identity treated her wounds and helped her recover. Later, she fell in love with him, and he also fell in love with her.
That person was Wu Haoran, Wu Yang's father. At the time, his first wife had already died shortly after giving birth to Wu Yang. Haoran was taking care of the baby all by himself. After Bai Yue married him, she treated Wu Yang like her own flesh and blood, raising him with all her love and completely leaving her past behind.
However, now, the situation has become almost identical to that time. She had to have... intimate relations... with Wu Yang.
"This is completely different from back then," Bai Yue thought to herself. "Wu Yang is my most precious treasure. I've taken care of him every single day."
For the past year, watching him lie helpless in bed had broken her heart. She wanted nothing more than to see him healthy and alive again. She would give him anything, even her own life.
But after seeing his big, hard cock in the bathroom earlier, her feelings had started to get messy. She had bathed him and touched his body so many times when he was little, but seeing him fully aroused like a grown man made her heart beat fast. Her fierce need to protect him and nurse him back to life was slowly getting mixed up with feelings she shouldn't have.
"How will it feel if we really do it...?" Bai Yue whispered, her face turning red as she pictured him on top of her, filling her body with that huge thing.
"Ah! What am I thinking?!" Bai Yue held her hot cheeks in shame. She was his stepmother, yet she couldn't stop thinking about his naked body. But deep down, she couldn't deny the truth. She didn't just want to save him anymore—a part of her genuinely wanted to be held and touched by Wu Yang.
"What about Haoran, though? If he finds out, there will be nothing but hatred and bitterness in his heart..." Bai Yue pondered, staring into space.
Thinking of her husband, a strange feeling swept past her heart.
She loved Wu Haoran very much. But was that love strong enough for her to deny Wu Yang's recovery? Was it enough to stop her from wanting to experience the joy of being with Wu Yang—something she wouldn't allow herself to think of before today?
There was no way of knowing. All she knew was that she could not be certain about anything right now.
Her heart and mind were both a mess at the moment. No matter how long she thought about things, the answer wouldn't come to her.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell him," Bai Yue whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. "If Haoran doesn't know, then he won't have to deal with this torment. He can live a happy life in ignorance of this. He wouldn't have to know how far I'm willing to go to save Wu Yang. Or how much of a shameless woman I've become by desiring him."
With that thought in mind, Bai Yue closed her eyes. A single tear slipped down from the corner of her eye and fell to the floor below.
After a long silence, Bai Yue wiped her eyes and said, "Then... let's just do it. For Wu Yang... and maybe for myself too."