Behind the screen, Yan Zhen spread his arms wide, his little face flushed bright red as he let Good Big Sister undress him.
The stunning manager—clad in a red qipao hugging her curves, sheer black silk stockings, and glittering crystal high heels—towered a full head above him. She bent down slightly, her devastatingly beautiful fox-like face drawing close. Her porcelain-white, jade-smooth hands worked slowly to loosen his belt.
In that posture, the qipao clung even tighter to Ji Ya’s figure. The neckline strained under the weight of her pendulous pear-shaped breasts, as if it might split open at any moment. The hem rode up over her perky peach-shaped rear, an utterly tantalizing sight.
By all rights, Yan Zhen should have averted his eyes to avoid losing control and blowing his persona.
But things were different this time.
For the treatment to go smoothly, he needed to get used to Good Big Sister’s allure—to habituate himself to physical contact with her.
With that in mind, Yan Zhen suppressed his wandering thoughts and stared at her intently.
This wasn’t the first time he’d enjoyed such intimate service from a beauty.
The Beautiful Female Master had been the pioneer, back when she’d tossed him bodily into a medicinal bath, yanking his belt without ceremony.
Then there was Mentor Yu Xuan. When his arm was injured, she’d tenderly stripped him and tended to every inch of his body without missing a spot.
Later, while enjoying his meal with company, Yan Meng’er and Cousin Ruyu would help him out of his nightclothes—sometimes with flair. The two of them would flank him, each taking an edge of the collar in her mouth and slowly tugging it open before offering kisses charged with desire.
Good Big Sister’s touch felt entirely different from all that.
It wasn’t the Beautiful Female Master’s casual roughness, nor Mentor Yu Xuan’s flowing gentleness, nor the doting affection from Meng’er and Cousin Ruyu. Instead, it carried a shy awkwardness, like a young couple on their wedding night, facing each other naked for the first time.
As the chief manager of the Golden Jade Chamber of Commerce, wielding vast wealth and connections, Good Big Sister’s composure was far beyond that of an ordinary woman.
Yet she was still an unmarried maiden, undressing this “good little brother” she’d only known for a few days. A flush of bashfulness was inevitable.
Her fox-like face took on a faint blush, shedding some of its mature allure for a touch of innocent charm. She looked utterly captivating.
Seeing her so shy eased Yan Zhen’s own nerves, and a gentle smile spread across his face.
That calm held until only his last piece of clothing remained.
“Ji Ya Sister…”
“Good little brother, hold still~”
Ji Ya pressed her lips together and tugged downward with both hands. Her clear peach-blossom eyes suddenly reflected a fierce silhouette.
She blinked in a daze, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. A flicker of trepidation stirred inside her.
—Just as Little Sister-in-Law described, it’s so intimidatingly huge~ But… where are the dragon marks?
Driven by curiosity, Ji Ya summoned her courage. She reached out with delicate jade fingers, pinched gently, and examined it from every angle—up, down, left, right. No dragon marks anywhere. But under her touch, it grew even more intimidating, hotter to the handle.
“Ji Ya Sister, d-don’t fiddle with it like that~”
Yan Zhen’s voice came out unmistakably flustered.
Ji Ya yanked her hand back and looked up. Sure enough, his face was beet red, his breaths coming heavy. She apologized at once:
“Sorry, Yan Zhen Little Brother. It’s my first time seeing one like this, so I… couldn’t help taking a closer look…”
It wasn’t truly her first glimpse—not counting that fleeting peek during his treatment in her previous life, though the details were fuzzy now.
“Oh, uh-huh.” Yan Zhen wasn’t sure how to respond. “Guess I’ll get in the water then.”
“Wait.” Ji Ya stopped him with a coquettish smile. “Don’t you want to see how Sister undresses?”
“Ah? Better not!”
Yan Zhen shook his head vigorously, then plunged into the bath with a splash, sinking beneath the surface like a zombie bubbling away.
Ji Ya burst into delighted laughter, her body shaking with mirth.
When he finally surfaced—still pointedly facing away—she curled her lips in amusement. She let her fur stole slip from her arms, then undid the qipao’s slant clasp, hidden buttons, and side zipper. She slipped her jade arms free of the seven-eighths sleeves and shed the garment entirely.
She placed her crystal heels neatly beside her feet. Only the black silk stockings still sheathed her long, perfectly straight legs. The fiery T-back panties barely concealed her peach-like rear, while the scarlet demi-cups strained to contain her proud pear-shaped breasts. The red fabric contrasted beautifully with her creamy skin, making her all the more alluring.
She tossed her hair and planted a hand on her slender waist, calling out in a sultry voice:
“Yan Zhen Little Brother, turn around for a sec, okay?”
“Huh?”
Yan Zhen glanced back guiltily, like a thief caught red-handed. His eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.
Ji Ya’s gaze held a mix of shyness and anticipation as she said sweetly:
“Take a good look. Does Sister’s ‘lingerie’ set suit me? It’s all designed to your tastes, Yan Zhen Little Brother.”
Yan Zhen whipped his head forward again, clamping a hand over his nose, and enthused loudly:
“Awesome! Totally awesome!”
“Really that good? Then why’d you turn away so fast? Not gonna savor the view? You aren’t just sweet-talking Sister to be nice, are you?”
—It’s precisely because it’s so good that I can’t look! Black stockings and T-back panties—what kind of lethal combo is that? No one could withstand it!
Yan Zhen fumed inwardly.
Whatever. Time to silently recite the Original Clear Heart Technique and cool his ardor:
Good Big Sister is a huge perv! X3
“Yan Zhen Little Brother, cat got your tongue?”
Ji Ya’s voice drew nearer, accompanied by the splash of her entering the water. Then she was right behind him, her red lips nearly brushing his ear as she murmured:
“Is Sister that scary?”
Feeling a bit more composed, Yan Zhen turned to face her squarely.
The bath wasn’t deep—water lapped only at his waist. She’d shed her lingerie and stockings, her flawless nude form standing in the pool. Petals floating on the surface veiled her lower body, but her upper half was fully exposed to his view.
Ji Ya propped her chin on one hand, the other elbow in her palm. Strands of hair cascaded from her temples, draping just over the peaks of her snow-mounded pear-shaped breasts. Her skin gleamed like polished jade, a vision of breathtaking beauty.
His gaze traveled upward, tracing her collarbones and slender neck to land on that foxy, enchanting face. A pair of peach-blossom eyes met his with sultry affection.
Yan Zhen’s heart pounded wildly.
In raw beauty and figure, Good Big Sister fell a notch short of the Beautiful Female Master. But in sheer temptation, she was unrivaled in the world.
Ji Ya patted his head and smiled.
“You can’t get shy just from this. We’ve got more intimate stuff ahead.”
Yan Zhen swallowed hard.
“Intimate stuff?”
“How about starting with a hug? Nothing closes the distance like an embrace.”
With that, Ji Ya wrapped her snowy-white, flawless arms around his waist. Her perfect body pressed softly against him.
The plush, silky sensation at his chest made Yan Zhen catch his breath. In his mind, angel Yan Zhen and devil Yan Zhen clashed once more.
Angel Yan Zhen: Hold steady, we can win!
Devil Yan Zhen: Wrong—lock lips, we can score!
Core Yan Zhen: No fighting. Let the body’s parts vote instead.
Yan Zhen-Second Master: Score! o(▼▼メ;)o
(Brandishes Crescent Moon Blade)
And so—
Yan Zhen-Brain: Score ▄██●
Yan Zhen-Limbs: Score ▄██●
Yan Zhen-Heart: Score ▄██●
Core Yan Zhen: Well…
