Chapter 103: A Shocking Discovery
According to Mystic Academy regulations, students who reached the Ninth Star Mystic One rank and secured a position on the Nine Star Rank were exempt from attending classes. They could choose to study under their instructors or cultivate independently, their schedules more flexible.
Therefore, Yan Zhen spent the entire afternoon in Instructor Yu Xuan’s office, engaging in a… marking session.
She sat on his lap, her arms around his neck, leaving a trail of love bites on his cheeks, neck, collarbone, and even his chest.
One kiss, one mark. Then, she would gently lick the mark with her tongue, infused with Water Mystic Power, erasing it completely.
She seemed addicted to the process, unable to stop. She had transformed the “Sage Yan Zhen” into “Dragon Yan Zhen,” then played the role of the merciful Guanyin, subduing the dragon and pacifying the pearl.
Her beautiful face, flushed with passion, held a hint of resentment, as if to say, “Your instructor is angry. You need to appease me.”
This was Instructor Yu Xuan. Usually gentle and forgiving, but once her temper flared, she expressed her displeasure in her own unique way, far more difficult to appease than Yan Meng’er and the others.
However, once her anger subsided, she realized she had gone too far. Her cheeks burning with shame, she climbed off his lap and dabbed at the dampness on his skin with a handkerchief.
“I’m sorry, Yan Zhen. I… I lost control. Are you alright?”
Yan Zhen, who had experienced an afternoon of both pain and pleasure, slumped in his chair, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the imaginary starry sky above. He felt enlightened, on the verge of transcending his worldly desires and embracing a life of monasticism.
Free from all earthly lust.
After a while, he recovered, gazing at her with a hint of reproach. “You’re a lecher, Instructor.”
Her face burned even brighter. She bit her lip, her voice a soft whisper. “It’s all your fault.”
The atmosphere turned intimate once more.
Fortunately, the four girls returned from class, their arrival breaking the spell. Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er, competing for his attention, each grabbed one of his arms and dragged him out of the office.
Yan Ruyu and Xiao Xinyan, embarrassed by their behavior, wanted to distance themselves, but they also feared those two troublemakers might do something drastic. They reluctantly followed.
Instructor Yu Xuan, having regained her composure, her face serene once more, joined them.
The sight of the four academy flowers and the top-ranked student walking together was already eye-catching. Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er’s blatant jealousy only added to the spectacle.
Students stopped to stare as they made their way from the office to the academy gates, their gazes following them until they disappeared from view.
The gossip-loving students knew this was big news!
The others, consumed by envy, were practically in tears.
That damn Yan Zhen! Making two academy flowers fight over him! It’s so unfair!
*Handkerchief-chewing intensifies*.
There were also those who were busy shipping couples:
The childhood-friend cousins? The older-woman-younger-man dynamic of Senior Sister Xue’er and Yan Zhen? There were even those who shipped Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er.
Yan Zhen, sandwiched between his cousin and his senior sister, their arms clinging to his, felt their bodies pressed against him.
Yan Meng’er’s bosom was more ample, while Mi Xue’er’s was firmer.
However, he was currently in “Buddha mode,” his eyes vacant, his reactions muted.
They finally released him when they reached the house. He quickly retreated to his room, bolted the door, and escaped to the Crystal Stone Space.
He hadn’t visited his Beautiful Sect Master last night, but he had informed her beforehand.
He stepped onto the altar platform, the disorientation brief and familiar.
“Master.”
Chen Xi opened her eyes, a smile forming on her lips as she saw him. Then, she noticed his pale complexion.
“Zhen’er, what’s wrong?”
“Huh? Nothing’s wrong.”
She frowned. “You look pale, and your aura is unstable. Don’t tell me you actually… did something with that Xue’er girl?”
Oh, no. He had indulged in three or four rounds of “treatment” that afternoon and hadn’t fully recovered.
“No, Master! I just… I was just…”
He couldn’t bring himself to say it. Damn you, Instructor Yu Xuan! How am I supposed to explain this to my master?
“Just what?” She eyed him strangely. “It’s normal for a young man your age to… relieve himself. But you need to know your limits. Depleting your vital energy will affect your cultivation.”
“I’m sorry, Master. I’ll be careful.”
“Good. Come rest for a while. We won’t cultivate today.”
She clapped her hands, and the stone beneath them rose, forming a bed. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she conjured curtains, a mattress, a blanket, and pillows, her Spiritual Power shaping the air itself.
He climbed onto the bed, lying down obediently, his head resting on her lap.
“Are you tired, Zhen’er?”
“A little.”
“Let me massage you.”
“Thank you, Master~”
He drifted off to sleep, lulled by her gentle touch. He didn’t wake until nightfall.
…
His stomach growling, he went to the kitchen and ate the leftovers before heading to the bathroom for a bath.
When he returned to his room, he found Instructor Yu Xuan waiting for him. He nearly turned and fled.
“Instructor, I… I’m not up for it today.”
Her face flushed crimson. He makes it sound like I’m the one who can’t control herself! She would never!
“I’m just here to bring you some soup.”
She opened the lid of the container. The aroma of herbs and meat filled the air, making his mouth water. She had clearly put a lot of effort into the flavor.
“I was wrong this afternoon. It won’t happen again. Please don’t be angry.”
— You said that last time too.
He grimaced inwardly. She might appear pure and elegant, but when it came to… intimacy, she was surprisingly passionate, even more so than him.
If he had known his instructor would also be…
Well, he was feeling a bit drained. A nourishing soup wouldn’t hurt.
“I’m not angry, Instructor,” he said with a smile. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have provoked them.”
Her smile returned. “Good. Now drink your soup. I adjusted the recipe. It shouldn’t be too bitter this time.”
“Really? You’ve gone through so much trouble.”
“Do you want me to feed you?”
“Ahem, I can manage.”
He drank the soup, the warmth spreading through his body, chasing away his fatigue. He even broke out in a light sweat.
It’s so effective… She’s not even a Mystic Refiner, but she’s so good at making these medicinal soups. She must have done a lot of research.
Did she learn all this because she knows she’s a… “juice extractor”?
— A shocking discovery.
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