Chapter 92: Bathing Together
Yan Zhen took a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing heart. However, his Beautiful Sect Master’s unique fragrance filled his senses, making it impossible to focus. He resorted to chanting his “Original Clear Heart Mantra”:
Beautiful Sect Master is a pig trotter!
— Uh, maybe not. If she hears that, she’ll skin me alive.
“Zhen’er?”
Her voice held a hint of impatience. He gritted his teeth. I can do this! I can handle it!
He stepped closer, his arms reaching around her from behind to untie the white sash at her waist.
The moment it loosened, her ample bosom, freed from its constraints, sprang forth, pushing the fabric of her robe open, a perfect demonstration of “bursting out of one’s clothes.”
From his angle, he had a clear view of majestic peaks and a deep valley, a boundless expanse of spring scenery laid bare before him.
He quickly averted his gaze, his hands gripping the collar of her robe as he slowly pulled it downwards.
The black robe slid down her milky-smooth skin, pooling at her feet. Her body, a masterpiece sculpted by the heavens, was reflected in the water below, a breathtaking display of ethereal beauty and purity.
Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, a silken curtain concealing her back and shapely buttocks, adding a touch of mystery.
Below her hair, her legs were as slender and smooth as jade pillars, her feet delicate and pristine.
“Alright, Master.”
His voice was barely a whisper, his head bowed, his face burning.
“Mmm,” she hummed, stepping gracefully into the pool.
The clear water reached her hips, wetting the ends of her silver hair, making it gleam.
The cool, gentle caress of the water against her skin elicited a soft sigh from her lips.
Turning, she saw him still standing there, his face flushed, his gaze darting between her and the floor. She suppressed a smile. “What are you waiting for, Zhen’er? Come in.”
“Huh? Master? Me too?” He pointed at himself, confused.
She feigned exasperation. “You silly boy. How can you help me bathe if you’re not in the water?”
“Y-you’re right…”
He quickly shed his clothes, remaining in his elephant-patterned boxers, and hesitantly entered the pool.
“What should I do, Master?”
He had no experience bathing another person, only being bathed. He was clueless. Should he scoop water from the pool and pour it over her? Or use a towel to scrub her back?
Although, as a Half-Saint, her body was inherently pure, untainted by dust or grime, scrubbing wasn’t just about cleansing. It was also a form of massage, a pleasurable experience.
— Scrubbing = massage = filial piety towards Master!
The realization calmed his racing heart, replacing his lustful thoughts with his usual reverence.
“Master, let me scrub your back,” he offered eagerly.
“Scrub my back? Alright.”
She gathered her hair and draped it over her right shoulder, exposing her swan-like neck, her smooth, white back, her slender waist, and, beneath the water, her round, shapely buttocks.
Yan Zhen, excited, reached for her back, then froze. He hadn’t brought a towel, and his storage ring didn’t contain such mundane items. His face fell.
“Master, do you have a towel?”
She shook her head. “I dislike having foreign objects touch my skin. Just use your hands, Zhen’er.”
“But…”
“Let’s begin. After you’re done, I want to relax in the water.”
Talk about shooting myself in the foot.
He grimaced. How could he scrub her back with his bare hands? It would be more like groping her! She would definitely be displeased. But if he hesitated any longer, she might be even more displeased.
Being a servant is hard.
“Alright, I’ll use my hands. Just tell me if it’s uncomfortable, Master, and I’ll stop.”
“Mmm.”
With her permission granted, he cupped his hands, scooping water from the pool and pouring it over her back.
Her wet skin gleamed, even more smooth and flawless than before.
He steadied his breathing, his hands gently resting on her back.
Her skin was as smooth and cool as the finest jade, sending a tremor through him.
Chen Xi shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her heart, unexpectedly, began to race.
This was only the second time her disciple had touched her so intimately.
The first time was when she had been feeding him medicine. He had suddenly grabbed her hand, startling her. She had thought she had been discovered.
Usually, she was the one initiating contact, guiding him. This reversal of roles was… intriguing.
His hands moved across her back, the water creating a slippery connection between their skin, the heat intensifying with each stroke.
But it wasn’t a burning heat. It was a gentle warmth.
She simply enjoyed the sensation of his touch. It made her feel closer to him, their bond deepening.
“How does it feel, Master?”
“It’s good. Continue.”
Really? His palms tingled. Compared to the friction of a towel, using his bare hands was definitely less effective.
After a while, he stopped, her back flushed a delicate pink, incredibly alluring.
“I think that’s enough, Master.”
Chen Xi, lost in the sensation, blinked, returning to reality. “Mmm,” she hummed, slowly sinking lower into the water.
The water level, which had previously reached her hips, now rose to her chest, most of her body submerged. A wave of coolness washed over her.
She closed her eyes, sighing contentedly. Then, she reached for his hand. “Come sit down, Zhen’er. Join me.”
He blushed. “I’m fine, Master. You enjoy the bath.”
“Sharing the bath is also part of your duties~”
“Oh… alright.”
He lowered his shoulders, sitting stiffly beside her, his gaze fixed on the water.
She turned to look at him, noting his awkwardness. He was even more reserved than during their dual cultivation sessions. Did this mean he was starting to care about her as his master?
“Zhen’er, you’ve been at the academy for three months now. Have you met any girls you like?”
Her question seemed casual, but he sensed a hidden danger. He quickly shook his head. “No, Master! I’m focused on my cultivation. I haven’t even thought about romance.”
After all, his persona was that of an emotionless, power-hungry protagonist. Though he wasn’t exactly nailing the performance.
But it wasn’t entirely his fault! Who knew this “no-female-lead, feel-good” world would be filled with such intense temptations? Especially Instructor Yu Xuan. She had nearly shattered his persona. Thankfully, the system’s timely reminders had helped him course-correct.
I’m struggling here.
“I’m glad to hear that, Zhen’er. Romantic entanglements are unnecessary distractions on the path of cultivation. A compatible partner, someone who shares your goals and supports your growth, is all you need. Anything else is just a burden.” Her words held a deeper meaning.
Yan Zhen, oblivious to the subtext, simply nodded along, agreeing with everything she said.
Seeing his obedient demeanor, she smiled, her hand reaching out from beneath the water to pat his head.
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