Although there were a few hiccups, they ultimately fell right into Yan Zhen’s trap, slipping into a state of dazed infatuation.
The first clause of the Role-Playing Requirement was complete!
Now came the second: remain unmoved in the face of temptation and detoxify them.
He had already adjusted his breathing right after shattering the Lust Sac and hadn’t inhaled much of the aphrodisiac gas. Aside from a bit of warmth in his body, he felt no surge of desire—like the mild stirrings one might have upon first waking in the morning.
The real problem was Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue.
Facing an assault from two peerless beauties, no ordinary man could hold out, poisoned or not.
Fortunately, Yan Zhen was no ordinary man.
This wasn’t his first time being sandwiched between stunning women.
The cousin sisters, Good Big Sister and Xian’er, Good Big Sister with Aunt Mu and Jin Tong, Yu Nu… and before that, in the cave, Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue had pressed in on him from both sides to massage his bruises.
Having indulged in so many such group encounters, Yan Zhen had built up a certain resistance. He wouldn’t crumble instantly like the Little Child Emperor.
Of course, holding back still wasn’t easy!
In the script, Yan Zhen hadn’t held back at first. He had pulled the two enchanted women into his arms, kissing one here and nuzzling the other there, one hand groping a breast while the other roamed a thigh. For a moment, the pleasure had been overwhelming.
Only when Yun Xiu gasped in pain, saying, “If you ruin my chastity, I’ll kill you once I wake—then end myself,” and Jiu Youyue added, “Touch me again, and I’ll cut it off,” did he snap out of it. Gritting his teeth, he shoved them away, fought down his primal urges, and fed them pills to suppress the poison.
In other words, the moment they uttered those resolute warnings was when Yan Zhen would step in to help them.
Until then, he needed to play along, pretend he was just as lost in the heat of the moment.
…
Yan Zhen wanted to pull off a left-right embrace like in the script, but his left hand was trapped by Yun Xiu, squeezed between her breasts, and his right was pinned by Jiu Youyue, clamped between her thighs. There was no way to manage it, so he responded to their advances with his mouth instead.
The moment Yun Xiu paused to catch her breath, Yan Zhen turned toward Jiu Youyue. She immediately released his earlobe, cradled his face, and kissed him.
The demoness’s kiss wasn’t as gentle as Yun Xiu’s. It was wild and unrestrained, her slick little tongue probing aggressively into his mouth while flooding it with saliva.
For cultivators at Mystic General rank and above, producing saliva effortlessly was the norm.
Yan Zhen was forced to swallow Jiu Youyue’s saliva, which tasted like fresh spring water—plain, with just a hint of natural sweetness.
Seeing her spot usurped, Yun Xiu grew dissatisfied even in her enchanted haze. She shoved at Jiu Youyue but couldn’t budge her, so she turned to kissing Yan Zhen’s neck and collarbone instead.
Each kiss was deliberate, leaving vivid strawberry marks in its wake.
Yun Xiu tried to venture lower, but his clothes blocked the way. With a slight flex of her hands, she tore his shirt open.
Rip! The sharp sound jolted Yan Zhen back to his senses. Close call—he’d nearly lost himself. That demoness was getting dangerously good at this!
As he gathered his wits, Yun Xiu’s lips descended to his chest, kissing haphazardly until she latched onto the tip of his heart, making his breath hitch and a gasp nearly escape him.
His hands were held too tightly for any retaliation. Without his counterattack, Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue wouldn’t snap back to clarity for their warnings, and the plot couldn’t advance.
At this rate, he’d be the one to fall. Human willpower had its limits—unless he stopped being human altogether.
His arms couldn’t move, but his fingers still could.
His left palm rested against Yun Xiu’s ribs, while his right was wedged right at the heart of Jiu Youyue’s thigh—the perfect spots for a counterstrike!
Inspiration struck. Yan Zhen silently called on the system. “System-chan, activate Special Trump Card: Golden Finger!”
【Acknowledged.】
The card triggered. A faint platinum glow coated his ten fingers, and Yan Zhen immediately felt them transform into the world’s most deft instruments—fingers more nimble than Lang Dalang’s on the qin, more masterful than Kato the Eagle at the intimate arts!
Counterattack launched!
Once they felt their most private spots under sudden assault, they’d surely force themselves awake and warn him to stop.
Even a Demon Domain demoness cared fiercely about her virtue, let alone the supremely chaste Cloud Heaven Sword Immortal.
As Yan Zhen began his retaliation, the two women soon let out intermittent whimpers, clutching his arms even tighter.
“Yan Zhen…”
“Little Zhen Zhen…”
Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue opened their misty eyes one after another, gazing at him with raw desire—like little girls passing a candy shop, suddenly craving a lollipop.
They were awake! The effect was immediate!
Yan Zhen redoubled his efforts, and two phrases suddenly flashed in his mind.
Soy milk: a soy protein drink.
Clown: a mildly derogatory term for a performance artist.
Cough, cough. Chinese culture truly was vast and Mystic!
Their whimpers gradually turned to sobs as they writhed in his embrace, their heated bodies twisting in what seemed like both resistance and relish.
It was about time, right? Yan Zhen could feel his own body heating up more and more. Continuing like this wouldn’t end well.
Come on, you two—say your lines!
Yet Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue merely twisted like serpents, their mouths emitting nothing but ums and ahs, no sign of their scripted words.
Still not saying it? Not stimulated enough? Can’t feel their bodies being invaded?
Yan Zhen gritted his teeth, steeling himself. His left hand slipped cleverly into the Cloud Heaven Sword Immortal’s gaping collar, while his right delved under the demoness’s skirt. Finding their most vulnerable spots, he unleashed his Golden Fingers.
If there existed clowns comparable to mystic cultivators—
Yan Zhen was now, without a doubt, the ultimate cocktease—er, no, the Cocktease Emperor, ready at any moment to tease straight through the heavens and make the waters of the heavenly river burst forth, flooding the mortal realm.
In fact, he had actually accomplished just that.
He felt the two soft bodies cradled in his arms suddenly go rigid, then convulse as high-pitched moans escaped their lips.
Yan Zhen secretly wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.
—This should calm them down now, right?
He looked toward the two women, and they lifted their delicate faces to gaze back at him.
Then Yan Zhen realized that their eyes were hazy with lust, their pupils shaped like hearts. They were clearly even more aroused than before.
—Why aren’t they snapping out of it?
Right! Yan Zhen suddenly remembered that men’s and women’s reactions weren’t the same. Men had sage mode, but women basically didn’t!
His golden finger hadn’t offended them at all. On the contrary, they were utterly immersed in it because it felt too damn good!
Yan Zhen froze, filled with extreme regret deep down!
—I shouldn’t have freaking used my golden finger!
It was all over now. Cheating had brought karmic backlash!
“Yan Zhen~”
“Little Zhen Zhen~”
The two women sprawled atop him, panting heavily as they stared at him like lionesses eyeing their prey.
Yan Zhen’s scalp went numb. He wanted to struggle free, but he couldn’t budge an inch.
After all, they were both Mystic Lord powerhouses!
“You—you two, calm down a bit. We can talk this out nicely.”
The two women exchanged a glance, then moved in perfect sync, one straddling him from the front and the other from behind.
