81 Who Dares Invade the Territory of Great Yan?
Yan Zhen considered himself a veteran of countless temptations, possessing considerable resistance to feminine charms. Although Huangfu Wenqing was beautiful, her figure was, in his opinion, somewhat lacking, holding limited appeal.
In other words, even bathing together, as long as there wasn’t excessive physical contact, he could control himself!
Checkmark.JPG Inside the bathroom, Long Ying sat naked on a small stool, her legs together, hands on either side, her cute face slightly flushed with pleasure.
Her emerald eyes, sparkling brightly, glanced around occasionally. Two small, fleshy horns peeked out from her wet, cherry-blossom pink hair, which reached almost to the floor, perfectly straight.
Behind her, Yan Zhen, only a towel wrapped around his waist, knelt on the floor, his hands, covered in white foam, gently massaging her scalp.
After washing her long hair, Yan Zhen told Long Ying to close her eyes, scooped warm water from the tub, rinsed her hair clean, and then wrapped it in a towel.
“Alright, you can soak in the tub now.”
Yan Zhen lifted Long Ying and placed her in the bathtub.
She was too short to stand, so she held onto the edges of the tub, her little legs kicking in the water, her emerald eyes fixed on Huangfu Wenqing with a look of displeasure.
Huangfu Wenqing sat on another stool, her back to Yan Zhen, clutching a towel to her chest, covering her small breasts. Her dark green hair was gathered to one side, giving her a mature, almost matronly, appearance.
Her face was flushed, and her gaze wandered, clearly a bit nervous. Having an “outsider” present made her uncomfortable. She would be more at ease if she and Yan Zhen were alone.
“Wenqing, I’ll start scrubbing your back now.”
“Mm-hmm… thank you.”
Looking at his fiancée’s smooth, flawless back, Yan Zhen steadied himself, scooped warm water from the tub, and gently poured it over her shoulders, wetting her skin. He then squeezed some body wash onto a towel and began scrubbing her back.
The feel of the towel disappointed Huangfu Wenqing. She wanted his hands on her skin.
She imagined him applying the body wash directly, his hands gliding smoothly across her back, occasionally straying towards her front, his fingers brushing against the side of her breast, making her tremble with a mixture of shyness and excitement. Seeing her reaction, her playful fiancé would tease her further, touching her underarms, her waist, even her buttocks, then pulling her into his embrace from behind, his hands exploring her body, making her surrender completely, crying out, “Husband, spare me!”—
The images in her mind made Huangfu Wenqing’s body flush with heat, her legs pressing together, rubbing against each other. The purple lust mark on her lower abdomen glowed faintly, emboldening her, and she turned to him.
“Yan… Yan Zhen.”
Yan Zhen paused and blinked. “What’s wrong? Am I scrubbing too hard?”
Huangfu Wenqing shook her head, glanced at Long Ying playing in the water, and whispered, “Could you… use your hands? The towel is a bit rough, and I-I don’t want to damage my skin.”
—Uh, you’re a Mystic Master. You shouldn’t be so delicate.
Yan Zhen thought this, but he still nodded. “Alright.”
Hands it was. He could handle it. He had the confidence of a man who had bathed with over a dozen top-tier beauties!
Yan Zhen put the towel aside and placed his hands on his fiancée’s back, the smooth, soft skin making his heart skip a beat.
—Ahem, piece of cake.
He suppressed the flicker of desire and continued scrubbing her back diligently.
The direct touch of his hands was completely different from the towel. Huangfu Wenqing trembled, her breathing slowing as she savored the sensation.
Because of the lust mark, every touch from Yan Zhen sent shivers of pleasure through her.
—So gentle, so comfortable. I want him to keep touching me…
Suddenly, the pleasant sensation stopped as Yan Zhen’s hands left her back.
“That’s enough. I’ll rinse you off now.”
The warm water cascading down her back felt heavenly, Huangfu Wenqing’s eyes becoming moist. She raised her arm, her skin as white as snow, and said softly, “Yan Zhen, could you… also wash my arms? Please?”
Ah, this… Yan Zhen thought for a moment, then agreed. It was still within his limits.
“Alright.”
Yan Zhen moved to her side, took her hand, squeezed some body wash onto it, and gently washed her arm from her wrist to her shoulder, enjoying the soft, smooth texture of her skin.
He carefully washed her right arm, then looked up and met her gaze, her eyes filled with desire.
Her heated stare made Yan Zhen blush.
—Stay… stay calm. I can do this.
Yan Zhen pretended not to notice and moved to her other side, washing her left arm.
There wasn’t much to wash, actually. As a Wind Mystic Cultivator, like Water Mystic Cultivators, she was naturally clean. Bathing was mostly about soaking in the fragrant water, like Instructor Yu Xuan.
After finishing with her left arm, Yan Zhen sighed in relief and smiled. “Alright, Wenqing.”
Huangfu Wenqing looked at him and asked softly, “Could you also wash my feet? It’s a bit… inconvenient for me right now~”
—Absolutely not!
Washing her feet meant kneeling before her, a very… dangerous angle. He might accidentally see her… you know. And that would be too much for him to handle.
—Don’t you think you’re pushing it a bit too far?!
“Yan Zhen, please~?”
Huangfu Wenqing rarely acted so coquettishly.
Remembering how she had been targeted by the White Fang because of him, Yan Zhen couldn’t refuse her request.
—It’s just her feet. It’s not like I haven’t seen… such things before. Zi Xunyi is even a… white tiger cub!
“Alright.”
Yan Zhen brought over a wooden basin, filled it with warm water, added some bath salts, then knelt before Huangfu Wenqing and gently placed her feet in the water, beginning to wash them.
Huangfu Wenqing’s face flushed even deeper. The feeling of his hands on her feet, massaging and caressing them, sent shivers of pleasure through her, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Mmm~”
Yan Zhen felt a sense of satisfaction.
He had learned some massage techniques to… serve Beautiful Master. Although he wasn’t a professional, he was quite skilled, always pleasing her.
Just as he was about to finish, Huangfu Wenqing lifted her other foot and, her toes like a cat’s paw, gently touched… his groin beneath the towel.
Yan Zhen – Ego (startled): Hey, what are you doing?!
Yan Zhen – Lower Half (enraged): Who dares invade the territory of Great Yan?!
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