To be fair, Meng’er was just a little over five feet tall, with a touch of baby fat that made her entire body soft and silky smooth to the touch. She was the perfect human body pillow.
Even with her pressing down on his chest like this, Yan Zhen didn’t feel weighed down at all. That generous 36D cushion made it downright comfortable, and the faint, heart-soothing fragrance wafting from her body helped him relax completely.
In other words, despite Meng’er’s usual prim-and-proper act, she actually had a real healing vibe to her.
Yan Ruyu, on the other hand, always came off so serious and proper—until she hit the bed, at which point she turned into a total succubus, leaving him stunned.
With that thought, Yan Zhen smiled knowingly and stroked Yan Meng’er’s hair. “I’m fine, really. You don’t need to worry. Go back and get some rest.”
Yan Meng’er stubbornly shook her head. “Meng’er wants to rest right here.”
Yan Zhen felt a bit helpless. “You’re not seriously planning to sleep on top of me, are you?”
She lifted her head, batting those big, sparkling eyes at him as she whined playfully. “Can’t I? Cousin, you’re so nice and warm~”
Yan Zhen rolled his eyes and glanced at the other two women nearby. “What about you two?”
Mi Xue’er clambered onto the bed, slipping past Yan Meng’er to the inside. She planted a quick kiss on Yan Zhen’s cheek. “Meng’er has the right idea. It’s so much warmer all together~”
Seeing this, Yan Ruyu lay down too, her pretty face flushed as she murmured, “Whatever they say. I’m just here to keep them company.”
The four of them crowded together on the bed, and Yan Zhen was instantly enveloped by the combined feminine scents. Their soft skin pressed against him, warm and inviting, giving him a massive headache—figuratively and otherwise. He grumbled without much enthusiasm, “Fine then. Tonight, you three have to take good care of me until I’m satisfied!”
The room fell silent in an instant.
Yan Zhen snorted inwardly. If I don’t put a little scare into you girls, you’ll think I’m some pushover!
But just as the thought crossed his mind, Mi Xue’er whispered in his ear, “That’s exactly what we had in mind. I’m glad you’re on board too.”
What? Yan Zhen blinked in surprise. Just the other day, Senior Sister Xue’er and Meng’er had been at each other’s throats, and now they were all in on this together? Talk about flipping the script!
“Weren’t you two fighting the day before yesterday?”
“Oh, come on, it wasn’t a real fight,” Mi Xue’er said with a carefree laugh. “Little Sister Meng’er was just a bit jealous. A little pep talk, and it was all sorted.”
Yan Meng’er immediately pouted. “Jealous? Please. It was Senior Sister Xue’er who was out of line, throwing herself at Cousin like that. Totally over the top. If Cousin Ruyu hadn’t talked me down, I wouldn’t be speaking to you!”
Cousin Ruyu? Yan Zhen turned to Yan Ruyu in astonishment, but she shyly covered his eyes with her hand, not letting him look at her.
“There’s no point in fighting anymore if you’re going to accept Xue’er anyway,” Yan Ruyu said softly. “Better to get along. Besides, she’s way better than most other women out there.”
From what her cousin had told her, Yan Ruyu knew about Yan Zhen’s future wives, including his feelings for the National Advisor—Huangfu Wenqing’s master. It left her feeling a bit sour inside.
Unlike most women, Yan Ruyu didn’t care much about official status. What mattered to her was how much Yan Zhen truly liked her. She feared it might all be one-sided, that he was only with her out of duty.
She both envied and resented the unseen Yun Xiu for that reason.
“You’re the best, Ruyu. It was worth all the times I helped you out before, hehe~” Mi Xue’er wheedled playfully. “Here’s a kiss for you, muah~”
Yan Ruyu shot her best friend a glare. “Save it. Just don’t pick fights with Meng’er anymore.”
“Of course! As the big sister, I’ll always defer to Little Sister Meng’er~”
Yan Meng’er pursed her lips. “I was here first, you know. By rights, you should be calling me ‘Sister Meng’er’!”
“Oh, we always do that anyway. Don’t sweat the titles. What matters is us sisters sticking together to take care of Little Brother Yan Zhen~”
“…”
Damn it, why did they make up so fast? This is not fair!
Yan Zhen regretted his earlier bluster.
With three of them, there was no way he could keep it together for long. The System-chan would probably ding him with a persona violation warning for sure.
Besides, his feelings for Mi Xue’er were complicated. It wasn’t mostly romantic attraction; more like the fondness you have for a good friend.
She was this bubbly, straightforward beauty of a senior sister—no schemes, always joking about “having his back,” but really the one who needed looking after. Hanging out with her was effortless.
Being her “little junior brother” had suited him just fine. This level of intimacy felt awkward now.
To put it bluntly, he just couldn’t get it up!
Yan Zhen racked his brain, then tried, “Uh, I just had a sudden breakthrough idea. I should go cultivate for a bit. Maybe tonight’s not the best— you girls can have the room.”
“Cultivation can wait; it’s not like it’ll vanish in a day,” Mi Xue’er cooed. “Besides, you went all out today picking a fight with that Third Prince for Senior Sister Xinyan’s sake. This is the perfect time to unwind.”
“Yeah, Cousin,” Yan Meng’er chimed in. “You can’t just cultivate nonstop. Gotta know when to take a break.”
“Don’t push yourself so hard,” Yan Ruyu added, her face red. “You’re already plenty strong.”
You girls are the ones pushing harder.
Yan Zhen muttered under his breath.
Before he could say more, Mi Xue’er cupped his face, turning it toward her own for a deep kiss. On his other side, Yan Ruyu darted out her little tongue to lick at the skin of his neck, her soft hand slipping inside his robes for a gentle caress. Meanwhile, Yan Meng’er scooted down a bit, deftly unfastening his belt to show off the new technique she’d picked up.
Assailed on three fronts, Yan Zhen felt the pressure mounting. His rationality crumbled under a tidal wave of desire.
This can’t go on…
Just as he was about to lose it, a knock sounded at the door, followed by Xiao Xinyan’s voice. “Junior Brother Yan Zhen? It’s me. Can you open the door?”
The three women froze.
Saved!
Yan Zhen’s eyes lit up like stars.
Perfect timing—no persona collapse and System-chan slapping me with a red warning screen. That thing is terrifying.
Without hesitation, he called out, “Door’s not locked, Senior Sister Xinyan. Come on in.”
He flicked his hand, sending a puff of qi to unlatch the door.
The three women paused, hearing the door creak open. They scrambled upright, hurriedly straightening their clothes.
But they barely had time before Xiao Xinyan stepped inside—and spotted the scene on the bed.
The three of them, faces flushed with arousal, were clustered around Yan Zhen, who had his robes parted and belt undone, looking every bit like he was about to be ravished.
Xiao Xinyan’s face turned scarlet all the way to her ears. She pointed at them, mortified and furious. “Y-You… how could you all—again—”
“Again what?” Mi Xue’er said, making no effort to cover up. “Lovers doing what comes naturally? Totally normal. You’re the one barging in at this hour with zero manners.”
“You… I…”
Xiao Xinyan was tongue-tied, unable to counter Mi Xue’er. She bit her lip, took a deep breath as if steeling herself, and declared, “—Me too!”
The four on the bed whipped around to stare at her in shock. Her face burning, Xiao Xinyan pressed on stubbornly. “I… I want to be Junior Brother Yan Zhen’s girlfriend too!”
With that, she untied her own belt and forced her way onto the bed, throwing herself into his arms.
“???”
Yan Zhen was dumbfounded. He’d thought she was here to rescue him, not join the ranks as the fourth succubus?!
