Chapter 8-9: Stay Strong, We Can Win!
Behind the screen, Yan Zhen stood with his arms outstretched, his face flushed as he endured his “older sister’s” ministrations.
Towering over him in her red qipao, black stockings, and crystal high heels, the beautiful Head Shopkeeper leaned closer, her stunning face inches from his, her delicate hands slowly undoing his belt.
Her posture accentuated the curves of her already form-fitting qipao, the neckline straining against her ample bosom, the skirt stretched taut over her shapely hips. She was incredibly alluring.
He should avert his gaze, to maintain his composure and stay in character.
But this time was different.
For the treatment to proceed smoothly, he had to get used to her charm, to being physically close to her.
With that in mind, he suppressed his desire, his eyes fixed on her.
This wasn’t his first time enjoying such a service.
His Beautiful Sect Master had been the first. She had simply grabbed his belt and tossed him into the medicinal bath.
Then there was Instructor Yu Xuan, who had gently undressed him and cared for him after he injured his arm.
Later, during their “rice bowl” sessions, Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu would also help him remove his pajamas, even adding some playful touches, their lips tugging at the edges of his shirt before showering him with kisses.
Ji Ya’s approach was different.
It wasn’t as casual as his Beautiful Sect Master’s, nor as gentle as Instructor Yu Xuan’s, nor filled with the adoration and eagerness of his cousins. There was a hint of shyness and nervousness, like a newlywed couple on their wedding night, revealing themselves to each other for the first time.
As the Head Shopkeeper of the Gold and Jade Chamber of Commerce, wielding immense wealth and influence, she possessed a strength of character that surpassed ordinary women.
But she was still an unmarried woman, helping a “younger brother” she had just met undress. Her shyness was inevitable.
A faint blush colored her cheeks, softening her usual mature allure, replaced by a youthful innocence. She was breathtaking.
Seeing her shyness, his heart calmed, a gentle smile gracing his lips.
Until only his last garment remained, and his calm shattered.
“Sister Ji Ya…”
“Don’t move, Little Brother~”
She pursed her lips, her hands pulling at his boxers, her clear eyes widening as they reflected the sight of his… dragon.
She blinked, her throat tightening involuntarily. She felt a flicker of fear.
— It’s… quite fierce, just like my little sister said. But where’s the dragon mark?
Driven by curiosity, she boldly reached out, her delicate fingers gently squeezing and prodding, examining it from all angles. There was no dragon mark, but it was growing increasingly… imposing and hot beneath her touch.
“Sister Ji Ya, d-don’t do that~”
His voice was strained, his embarrassment evident.
She quickly released him, her gaze meeting his. He was flushed, his breathing heavy. She apologized.
“Sorry, Little Brother Yan Zhen. It’s my first time seeing… this, so I couldn’t help but… take a closer look…”
It wasn’t actually her first time. She had accidentally glimpsed it during his treatment in her previous life, but her memory was hazy.
“O-okay.” He didn’t know how to respond. “I’ll… get in the bath then.”
“Wait.”
She stopped him, a playful smile curving her lips. “Don’t you want to watch Older Sister undress, Little Brother Yan Zhen?”
“Uh, no thanks!”
He quickly shook his head, then jumped into the bath, sinking beneath the water like a zombie.
She burst into laughter.
Seeing him resurface, his back still turned towards her, she smirked, then removed her fur stole. She unfastened the buttons and clasps of her qipao, slipping her arms out of the sleeves, letting the garment slide down her body.
Her crystal high heels rested neatly beside her feet. Only her black stockings remained, clinging to her long, slender legs. The lacy thong did little to conceal her shapely bottom, and the red lace bra couldn’t contain her ample bosom. The contrast between the red fabric and her fair skin was incredibly alluring.
She ran a hand through her hair, placing her other hand on her slender waist, her voice a seductive purr.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen, can you turn around?”
“What?”
He hesitantly turned, his eyes widening as he took in her appearance.
She gazed at him, her expression a mixture of shyness and anticipation. “Take a good look, Little Brother. How do you like my… undergarments? I designed them based on your preferences~”
He quickly turned away, covering his nose, his voice a strained squeak. “They look great! Really great!”
“Are you sure? Why did you turn away so quickly? Don’t lie to Older Sister.”
— I turned away because they look too good! Black stockings and a thong? That’s a lethal combination! How can I possibly resist?
He felt a surge of frustration.
He ignored her, chanting the Original Pure Heart Mantra to calm his “dragon.”
Older Sister is a temptress! Three times!
“Little Brother Yan Zhen, why aren’t you saying anything?”
Her voice drew closer, followed by the sound of splashing water. Then, she was behind him, her lips nearly touching his ear.
“Am I that scary?”
Feeling his “dragon” calming down slightly, he turned to face her.
The bathwater wasn’t deep, reaching only their waists. She had removed her undergarments and stockings, her naked body on full display, her lower body concealed by the floating rose petals, but her upper body completely visible to him.
She rested her chin on one hand, her other hand supporting her elbow, her hair cascading down, partially covering her breasts, her beauty breathtaking.
His gaze traveled upwards, past her delicate collarbone and swan-like neck, landing on her alluring face, her eyes gazing at him with a seductive intensity.
His heart pounded.
In terms of beauty and figure, she might be slightly inferior to his Beautiful Sect Master, but in terms of allure, she was undoubtedly the best in the world.
She stroked his head, chuckling. “You can’t be shy, Little Brother. We still have to do some… intimate things.”
He swallowed. “Intimate things?”
“How about we start with a hug? Hugs are the best way to get closer.”
She reached out, her arms wrapping around his waist, her body pressing against his.
He felt her soft, supple curves against his chest, his breath catching in his throat. The angel and devil within him argued once more.
Angelic Yan Zhen: Stay strong, we can win!
Demonic Yan Zhen: You’re wrong, it’s “stay close, we can sin!”
True Yan Zhen: Stop arguing! Let’s have a body-wide vote!
Yan Zhen’s Dragon: We can sin! o(▼皿▼メ;)o (Unsheathes Crescent Blade)
And so…
Yan Zhen’s Brain: We can sin! ▄██●
Yan Zhen’s Limbs: We can sin! ▄██●
Yan Zhen’s Heart: We can sin! ▄██●
True Yan Zhen: Uh…
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