The Dimension Traveller's Daughter

Chapter 8

A few more days before the wedding, Han doesn’t visit, leaving me to my own devices. Although I often feel used and under his control when he lures me to do his bidding, I genuinely enjoy the pleasure of his touching and groping. For me to sink into the depths of an unexplainable sin is genuinely beyond me. Han calls me lusty, but nobody can talk to who would understand how I feel.

Tonight, he is busy preparing as a member of the Yang family rather than a son-in-law. Half an hour ago, I slinked away as I saw how excited Autumn is about their impending wedding. But after seeing how Han had her sash days ago, it makes me wonder if she cannot perform the duties of a wife. After all, how would Han be smelling of her fragrance and possessing the sash she wears over her clothes?

That night, my whole body burned. I know that I desire to fill the gap between my legs, and no doubt, I am embarrassed that I want him so desperately inside me. I had thrown away the contraceptive herbs that I have used to take without a second thought at his orders. But now, the idea of him marrying and bedding my older sister trumps over my fear of getting impregnated by him. Once, the senior physician has told me that I am encountering an inadequacy of the Yin element and, thus, am unhealthy. Indeed, I have not always had my period on time every month since I was thirteen. This, at least, reassures me.

I ensure my room door is bolted tightly, then slip off all my garments and my inner pants, leaving not a stitch on myself. I eye myself in the mirror, touching my tips right down to my round bottom. Han has used terms like a temptress, a seductive woman and possessing an attractive figure on me. In contrast to my sister, she has a relatively straight body devoid of any curves.

As far as I noticed, no other women in Tuyi possess such curves. I looked further into the books of historical women of earlier times, but most proved either chubby or too skinny. Perhaps, I tell myself I am different because I have a father of unknown heritage. Although he seldom speaks to us nowadays due to his rheumatism affecting him, my father speaks of a term named ‘genes’, although I do not understand what that means.

I recall how three nights ago, Han touched me all over and takes my hills, one at a time, in his mouth and nips desirously on them. At the same time, he spreads me apart and penetrates my cavity with his fingers. To prevent me from moaning too hard, he gags me with my sister’s sash. I am unable to control myself as I feel my fluids seep between my legs. He just laughs and calls me a lusty demoness.

‘If not for you, would I be lusty?’ I thought, but before he leaves after having his fill of s*x, he dumps a book on me as I lay, naked and exhausted, on a pile of dried leaves. I just feel like an object, but I am determined to make him change his mind about me because I love him. And he has to have feelings for me too. Otherwise, why is he so jealous of Cheng and punishes me because Cheng appears with me? I know he is possessive over me because he must have some feelings for me. Sadly, he has never told me he loves me. But still, I am on the winning edge as it is evident he hasn’t either said the same to Autumn.

I flip to a page of the book and run my eyes over the images of a girl pleasuring herself with the smooth rounded ends of what resembles a rod. Remembering how he makes me wet by fingering me, I do the same to myself, letting out a few soft moans. Imagining that Han is hovering over me, performing his naughty magic on me, I hear my moans getting louder until I convulse with what seems like a small pool of my wetness. I cleanse myself below with a cloth and take the other side of the bed to sleep.

My mind does not allow me to sleep, bothering me about the fact that Han will marry my sister tomorrow. Over the weeks, I have made painful thoughts towards my plans, and that is, to steal away with Han and undergo a life of eternal bliss with him. Feelings can be slowly accounted for as time passes, but I will regret it forever if I lose the golden moment.

I had decided that I would elope with Han, no matter what pain I would cause my sister, I prayed hard that she would be strong enough to undergo this cruel betrayal from her sister. Then, maybe, if there were such a thing as a next life, I would repay her if we were reincarnated again as sisters. Or I would even become her slave and serve her to the fullest in my next life.

I dressed slowly and pulled on a dark ‘thief’ outfit, before stealing downstairs. I take a peek at the hall, where my family members, excluding my father and brother, are preparing the decorations for the wedding. Surely my mother wouldn’t return to her bedroom that early, I tell myself, as I silently open the door to her room. Fortunately, it is unlocked, and I slip soundlessly into the room.

If I want to elope with Han, I will need a lot of money, which I fathom my mother has. As much as I understand what I am doing is wrong, I am left with no choice. My earnings from selling wooden figurines are barely enough to support the two of us, especially if we plan to explore the world beyond Tuyi.

Thinking about our secret relationship is just enough to destroy the entire village’s perception of us. It is an unforgivable sin, and the villagers already have their eyes and hearts on Han and Autumn as the perfect couple. But if we were to flee this place and begin a new life elsewhere where nobody knows us, maybe that would work. For the sake of Han, I will not let any chance between us pass.

First, I open my mother’s drawer but see nothing of economic importance. I close the drawer abruptly, contemplating if she has some gold stowed away. Maybe under her clothes, the bed or her pillow? After all, will a mother actually bear a grudge against her daughter taking some of her riches?

My heart beats suddenly as I pass a corner of her room before I can reach her bed. Something is gleaming in that corner, and I feel it is calling out to me without making a sound. The closer I get to the corner, I sense that the object, whatever it is, is connected to me. A strange force is making contact with me. I can feel powerful vibes.

I stop just as I feel the connection. A sharp feeling, though not very painful, forms in my chest. Crouching down on my feet, I see a red shroud that gleams in the dark corner of the room, sheltered by the shadows of my mother’s wardrobe.

Just, what is it? I bend low, exploring the unknown with my fingers, and draw out a jewelled weapon to my surprise. But before I can unsheath the weapon, I hear someone approaching and hide under the bed.

“Rufeng, are you not in?”

I heave a sigh of relief as I realise it is my father, and immediately he leaves the room, hearing my mother’s calls to him from the hall.

As I leave the room, with the sword tucked inside my robe, I steal a last glance across the hall at Han and Winter, both of who are smiling happily and my heart sinks even deeper.