Chapter 28: Anything But the Main Event
Yan Zhen finally understood why Yi Xian’er had made him drink that tonic.
Under its long-lasting effects, despite his mind telling him that Ji Ya was watching, his body offered little resistance. He couldn’t muster the energy to protest, surrendering to his soulmate’s enthusiastic ministrations.
If not for his willpower, he would have transformed into a lustful beast, flipping Yi Xian’er over and ravishing her. He wouldn’t be lying there so passively.
He glanced at Ji Ya, finding her still smiling, but her eyes were devoid of light.
“Sister Ji Ya, I…”
He tried to explain, but Yi Xian’er, now in full cuckolding mode, silenced him with a kiss, his words muffled into groans. He quickly lost himself in her gentle assault.
Ji Ya’s eye twitched.
This mere soulmate from his past life dared to steal her “little brother” in her own bed? How audacious!
But she quickly understood. Yi Xian’er had witnessed their intimate dual cultivation last night, unable to participate, reduced to a mere spectator, playing a supporting role. She was clearly jealous, frustrated, and feeling left out!
That’s why she was provoking her.
How childish!
If she got angry, it would only make things difficult for Yan Zhen, caught in the middle.
As a good older sister, a future virtuous wife, she should prioritize her beloved’s happiness, showing him her gentle and understanding nature, setting herself apart from the other jealous “sisters.”
— That’s what she wanted to do, but seeing this scene before her, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger.
“Aunt Mu, take Jin Tong and Yu Nu back to their rooms. You don’t need to stand guard tonight.”
Aunt Mu glanced at the bed, her cheeks flushing as she saw the beautiful girl, her breasts half-exposed, diligently “planting strawberries” on Yan Zhen.
— No wonder the Young Mistress was screaming so loudly last night. This little guy might look innocent, but he’s quite… fierce down there.
“Then I’ll take my leave. Call me if you need anything, Young Mistress.”
She gestured for the twin bodyguards to follow her, and they left the room.
Ji Ya climbed onto the bed, drawing the curtains, a mischievous smile curving her lips.
“Little Sister Xian’er, Little Brother Yan Zhen is already… energized. You can let him go now. Older Sister will take over.”
No matter how much Yi Xian’er provoked or dominated, she could only kiss and touch. She couldn’t do the real thing. Therefore, Ji Ya held the psychological advantage.
The more aroused he is now, the more pleasurable it will be for me later. Why should I be angry?
She reached out, her hand attempting to push Yi Xian’er’s hand away from Yan Zhen’s… dragon.
Yi Xian’er didn’t budge.
“Before that, why don’t you lie down first, Sister Ji Ya?”
Huh? She was taken aback, then Yan Zhen grabbed her arm, pulling her down beside him.
He flipped over, pinning her wrists, his lips claiming hers in a hungry kiss.
She instinctively resisted, but his passion quickly overwhelmed her, her senses clouding.
Yi Xian’er’s voice, soft and chilling, whispered beside her ear.
“I forgot to tell you, Sister Ji Ya. I recorded last night’s treatment session.”
Her eyes widened, then a wave of heat washed over her, burning her to her core, a moan escaping her lips.
“I’ll be recording this session too.” Yi Xian’er’s smile was like that of a succubus. “I’m still inexperienced, you know? I’ll need something to study. You don’t mind, do you, Sister Ji Ya?”
She felt a surge of anger.
Yi Xian’er hadn’t been jealous. She had been trying to humiliate her!
She was already no match for him. And if he switched from gentle puppy mode to… rampaging beast mode, she would be utterly destroyed.
“You– Mmm! Gently, Little Brother…”
…
The treatment consisted of three stages. First, he would be on top, establishing a connection between their Mystic Power. Second, they would switch positions, with her controlling the pace of the dual cultivation, while he refined the accumulated medicinal energy within her body, condensing it into a pill for her to expel. Third, they would engage in actual dual cultivation to replenish their energy.
The entire process normally took only an hour. However, this time, only the second stage proceeded as usual. During the first and third stages, Yan Zhen was like a wild beast, completely unrestrained.
This was the effect of the long-lasting tonic. Once he gained momentum, he became completely immersed.
The third stage lasted a full hour. Finally, amidst Ji Ya’s pleas for mercy, the sounds of their activities gradually subsided.
The beautiful Head Shopkeeper lay limply on the bed, her body glistening with sweat, her skin flushed pink, her ample bosom heaving with each breath, her long legs twitching as she released him from their embrace.
He pulled away, turning to Yi Xian’er.
The future Queen of a Thousand Yins, her face filled with adoration, pulled him into a hug.
They couldn’t do the main event, but anything else was allowed.
…
He woke up the next morning to find both women gone, the bed empty.
His back ached, and his head felt heavy and dizzy.
He hesitated, then closed his eyes, deciding to go back to sleep.
…
When he opened his eyes again, he saw his Beautiful Sect Master.
“Master?”
He blinked, thinking he was hallucinating. He reached out to touch her face, but she caught his hand.
“Zhen’er, didn’t we agree to practice the movement technique today? It’s already noon! And you’re still in bed!” She chided him playfully, her finger pointed at him. “Did you… overindulge last night?”
He felt a surge of guilt. She had specifically warned him yesterday, yet he had ignored her advice. He was truly a terrible disciple.
“I’m sorry, Master. I drank some tonic last night, and… I think I overdid it.”
She frowned, noticing the numerous strawberry marks on his body, in various shades and shapes.
“Once or twice is fine, but too much is harmful to your body, Zhen’er. You need to learn moderation.”
“I understand.”
“Alright, go wash up and get dressed. And take this pseudo-pill.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He swallowed the “condensed milk candy,” or rather, the pseudo-pill, feeling his energy returning. He washed up, changed, and without greeting anyone, returned to the crystal space, ready to begin his movement technique training.
The technique she was teaching him was called Starry Sky Dance, derived from her cultivation technique, the Star Dance Divine Art, a Saint-level Mystic Skill she had created herself.
It allowed one to fly freely in the air before reaching the Mystic King realm, and at the Mystic Venerable realm, it granted the ability to traverse space, a power usually reserved for Mystic Saints.
Its only drawback was its feminine nature, better suited for a woman’s graceful movements. To teach it to him, she had modified it, replacing some of the gentler aspects with more forceful movements.
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