In the Fire Refining Starry Sky, atop the altar, Chen Xi dispersed the bed under the complicated gazes of the Evil Consort and the Jialan Fairy. In its place, she conjured a spacious bath, then pulled Yan Zhen into the hot water with her, blissfully ignoring her best friend and arch-rival.
“Chen Xi, you’re going too far,” the Jialan Fairy said, a sour taste in her heart. “Yan’er is still so small right now. How can you—”
Chen Xi squeezed her legs together and murmured wistfully, “He’s not small at all. Zhen’er is gifted beyond measure. Even at his smallest, he’s never small.”
“You two are perverts, one more twisted than the other!” the Evil Consort snapped. “If Yan’er keeps spending time with you, you’ll corrupt him completely!”
Chen Xi paid her no mind. Gazing at her precious disciple’s slightly dazed expression, she felt a deep satisfaction in her heart.
“This is just a bit of fun, a spice to enhance our bond. Zhen’er and I discussed it beforehand. You two, on the other hand, keep forcing him with your authority as his masters. Aren’t you ashamed?”
Though the Jialan Fairy felt she shouldn’t look, she couldn’t help stealing glances at Yan Zhen. The more she looked, the stranger she felt inside.
“Chen Xi, you should let go of Yan’er now. He hasn’t made a sound in ages. He might be uncomfortable.”
Chen Xi stroked the little head in her arms and grumbled, “That’s all because you barged in so suddenly. If you scared Zhen’er, I won’t forgive you.”
The Evil Consort grew even more irritated at Chen Xi’s loaded words.
“Don’t get smug, Chen Xi!”
No sooner had she spoken than mystic power wrapped around her like black mist. It transformed her black silk hollow nightgown into a black bath towel, tied around her like a tube top skirt that barely skimmed her hips.
She strode boldly into the pool and approached Chen Xi’s side, reaching out to snatch Yan Zhen away.
“You’ve had him long enough. Time to give him back to me!”
Chen Xi wasn’t about to yield.
“Zhen’er was never yours to begin with, so what do you mean ‘give back’? Besides, he’s resting. Don’t disturb him.”
Unable to wrest him away and unwilling to use too much force, the Evil Consort leaned in closer and gently stroked Yan Zhen’s back.
“Are you all right, Yan’er?”
Yan Zhen lifted his head groggily. His soul still felt adrift. Even their first time years ago hadn’t been this intense. It was as if he’d nearly merged completely into his beautiful master’s body, lost in indescribable bliss that was almost too much to bear. It was simply exquisite.
In the future, he could consider starting big and going small—handling one-on-many before a perfect finish, so everyone got a good experience.
Of course, he wasn’t sure if all the ladies would accept him in this state, so that would need discussion.
“Evil Consort Master, I’m fine,” Yan Zhen exhaled heavily. “How did you and Saint Lord Master get in here?”
“Were you about to be devoured whole? Did you expect me to just sit by?”
“…”
“‘Devoured whole’? Such crude words.” Chen Xi cupped Yan Zhen’s bottom with both hands. “Zhen’er and I are mutually devoted. If you’re jealous, go take a new disciple yourself. And stop crowding in, you wicked woman. We’re not that close!”
“Yan’er is my disciple!” The Evil Consort shoved against Chen Xi and wrapped her arm around Yan Zhen’s little waist. “He and I are mutually devoted too. You won’t monopolize him!”
“Exactly.” Somehow, the Jialan Fairy had appeared on Chen Xi’s other side, now dressed in a sexy bikini that accentuated her mature, alluring figure. “Chen Xi, don’t act like Yan’er belongs only to you. I have a share too. And I was the one who turned him small like this in the first place.”
With that, she also reached out to encircle Yan Zhen’s little waist.
The three women pressed tightly together. Chen Xi was sandwiched in the middle, while Yan Zhen was pinned immobile by four arms, feeling utterly embarrassed.
“And you have the nerve to say that, Jialan?” Chen Xi shot a glare at her only best friend. “While I was away, you secretly forced Zhen’er to shrink so you could play with him. All those times you nagged me about propriety, and here you are, poacher extraordinaire!”
“That was just one way of doting on Yan’er.” No matter what, the Jialan Fairy always had an excuse. “Chen Xi, don’t make a big deal out of it. Come on, let me hold him too.”
Chen Xi replied coolly with two words: “No way.”
The Jialan Fairy’s brows furrowed delicately.
“Chen Xi, this isn’t right. Since Yan’er has three masters, he should enjoy the love of all three.”
The Evil Consort chimed in mockingly, “Someone so stingy shouldn’t be Yan’er’s master. Why not go squabble with the other girls over petty jealousies?”
Outnumbered, Chen Xi’s momentum faltered slightly. After a moment’s thought, she said indifferently, “Fine, I can step aside for a bit. But Zhen’er is just one person. Which of you goes first?”
“First come, first served!” The Evil Consort flashed a mysteriously confident smile. “I proposed it first, so I go first.”
“No, Little Yan’er was supposed to belong only to me.” The Jialan Fairy refused to yield. “You’ve each taken your share already, and now you want mine too? That’s unfair.”
“Chen Xi’s willing to share, Jialan. Don’t make trouble.”
“Why don’t you yield then, Evil Consort?”
“Are you picking a fight, Jialan?”
“I’m just reasoning with you, Evil Consort.”
“Hmph, you sound like you’re chanting scriptures.”
“You’re the one who’s too hot-headed.”
“…”
“…”
Chen Xi ignored the bickering at her ears and leisurely held her disciple close, casually washing his bottom for him.
As a woman, who couldn’t pull off a bit of feminine tea arts? She just rarely bothered with it.
The Evil Consort and Jialan Fairy naturally saw through Chen Xi’s ploy, but their relationship was never good to begin with. They had to argue it out—no one wanted to back down or show weakness.
Yan Zhen shriveled up like a ball. He hadn’t wanted to speak, but he couldn’t just watch his two masters fight, so he looked up at his beautiful master.
“Master, change me back. Then Evil Consort Master and Saint Lord Master won’t fight over me anymore.”
Chen Xi smiled faintly.
“All right.”
—She’d had her fill anyway.
The two women paled at his words. Before they could stop her, Chen Xi cast her spell, dispelling the Spirit Mystic Force in Yan Zhen’s body and restoring him to his original form.
Yan Zhen examined his hands, clenched them experimentally, and nodded in satisfaction. Then he turned to the Evil Consort and Jialan Fairy.
“You two masters, I’m back to normal now. No need to fight anymore.”
No sooner had he spoken than both women grabbed his arms at the same time.
“Whether small or big, you’re my Yan’er. I won’t yield!”
“You stole my little Yan’er, so I’ll steal your big Yan’er.”
Ah… Yan Zhen was dumbfounded. He’d thought they just wanted a taste of the novelty, but apparently, he’d misunderstood.
Seizing the moment, Yan Zhen grasped their hands in turn, looking left and right before speaking gently.
“Evil Consort Master, Saint Lord Master, we’ll always be together from now on—endlessly so. No need to fixate on this moment. We have plenty of time ahead. All right?”
The two women froze, falling silent.
Chen Xi gazed resentfully at her precious disciple, thinking to herself, greedy ghost.
