7 – Don’t touch his feet
It seems only Yan Zhen’s own Mystic power can be absorbed by the mysterious crystal.
Since the novel didn’t mention it, Yan Zhen wanted to try it out.
As he expected, the protagonist’s privileges are exclusive – others cannot unlock them!
Although he was slightly injured, the result left Yan Zhen very satisfied and in a great mood.
“Cousin, what is this little bead?”
Yan Menger was somewhat curious, but heard Yan Zhen rebuke her:
“It’s none of your business, why ask so much!”
“Oh, then Menger won’t ask anymore.”
“Clean up, then go back to your own room. I need to cultivate.”
“Menger wants to cultivate together with cousin Yan Zhen.”
“But I don’t want to cultivate with you.”
Because he didn’t want to trigger additional plots!
Yan Menger left dejectedly, thinking there was still a long way to go before Yan Zhen reverted to his former self. She needed to be more proactive.
For three consecutive days, Yan Zhen stayed in his room cultivating, allowing the mysterious crystal to be well-fed in preparation for its timely opening after he got divorced.
Yan Menger came morning, noon and night, bringing him food while also trying to get intimate to close the distance between them.
Unfortunately, Yan Zhen didn’t give her any opportunities, sending her away after eating!
After all, he was still a “waste” with an “anguished” mentality at the moment. Normally, he would just cultivate more. What was getting intimate with the little slave girl from his childhood romance? It would deviate from his role.
[The system is very relieved that the host can have such thoughts.]
“Shut up, you useless system. If you could actually do something, why would I need to consider all this?!”
[……]
On the third evening, Yan Zhen’s grandfather Yan Lie came again, saying the Huang Fu family had arrived in Wudang City and would visit the next day. He asked Yan Zhen to wake up early and go with them to welcome the guests, not neglecting the visitors!
Yan Zhen had no objections as long as it followed the plot.
“Zhen’er, I heard Menger has been clinging to you recently?”
“Ah?”
“What ‘ah’? You two are not young anymore. It’s fine to have feelings, but some things still need to be minded. Don’t cause any trouble.”
“I understand, grandfather.”
Being reminded of such matters by one’s own elders felt quite awkward.
If the old man knew Yan Menger had become his slave, who knows if he would slap Yan Zhen to death.
Refuse domestic discipline, starting with me… Oh wait, here cousins can intermarry.
It is domestic discipline, but not completely.
……
Deep into the night, the moon hung high, and all was silent.
A black figure slipped out from an inn, relying on extraordinary movement skills and a Mystic artifact to conceal their aura, sneaking into the lord’s mansion.
Avoiding the patrolling guards, the black figure reached the small courtyard where the lord’s son resided, hiding on the roof to peer through the skylight into the room.
The masked figure had just caught sight of a figure when a knocking sound came from the door.
“Who is it?”
“Cousin, it’s me.”
Hearing such a soft, adorable female voice, the masked figure’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief.
“Menger? Why are you here so late?”
Yan Zhen opened the door to see Yan Menger outside holding a wooden bucket filled with steaming hot water.
“Cousin Yan Zhen, I drew some hot water for you to soak your feet and do a foot massage.”
“No need.”
As Yan Zhen tried to close the door, Yan Menger quickly stepped forward, blocking it with her body.
“Wait, cousin~ Menger noticed you haven’t been sleeping well lately, so she wanted to help. The Huang Fu family is coming tomorrow, and cousin can’t look haggard when greeting the guests, right?”
“…Alright.”
Once Yan Menger entered, Yan Zhen casually closed the door behind her.
After all, it was already late at night, and it wouldn’t look good for others to see a man and woman alone together.
Inside, Yan Zhen sat on the bed, removing his shoes and socks to put his feet into the wooden bucket.
Yan Menger then half-knelt before him, her jade-like hands skillfully and precisely pressing on the acupoints of his feet, causing pain accompanied by intense pleasure – truly “painful yet pleasurable”!
Where did this Yan Menger learn this? She was quite skilled.
The script didn’t describe much about Yan Menger, so Yan Zhen didn’t understand her very well. After spending these few days together, he unexpectedly discovered this girl had the demeanor of a virtuous wife and caring mother, greatly improving his impression of her.
If this continued, Yan Zhen might not be able to maintain his “cold persona.”
“How is it, cousin? Is Menger serving you well?”
“Not bad, I suppose.”
“As long as cousin likes it~ If it hurts, just let me know, and Menger will be gentler.”
“Mmhm.”
Their conversation seemed normal, but to the masked figure on the roof, it felt quite inappropriate.
“Yan Menger? How could she… Could she also—”
Watching Yan Menger grasping Yan Zhen’s feet, pressing, kneading, pinching and pulling while Yan Zhen occasionally let out pleasured moans in response, the jealous masked figure was about to split apart, feeling an urge to go down and beat her up!
—Let go! Let go of your grubby hands! Don’t touch his feet!
—Be gentler there on the toes. Lighter, lighter! Can’t you hear his voice change when he’s in pain?
—Hey, just wash his feet! Why are you going further up?! Don’t continue going up!
The masked figure gritted her teeth, screaming inwardly, but no one could hear.
After a while, Yan Menger finally finished washing Yan Zhen’s feet, drying them with a clean cloth.
The masked figure’s emotions also calmed down.
“All done, cousin. How was it?”
“Quite nice, it does help relieve fatigue.”
“Actually, just a foot massage isn’t enough. It’s best to have a medicinal bath afterward followed by a full body massage. That would better eliminate any potential internal injuries or risks from the cultivation process.”
Even without her saying it, Yan Zhen understood, because that’s what he did after formally starting his cultivation, except the beautiful senior’s massages weren’t as gentle.
“If cousin wants, Menger can try.”
“We’ll see next time. It’s getting late, go rest.”
“…Then next time!” Just this vague promise made Yan Menger extremely happy. “Good night, cousin. I’ll come get you in the morning.”
Yan Menger left cheerfully, leaving Yan Zhen alone in the room.
The masked figure on the roof hesitated briefly before quickly disappearing into the night.
……
The next morning, the Huang Fu family’s convoy arrived for their visit. The old lord Yan Lie personally went out to welcome them, accompanied by the First and Second Elders, as well as the young master Yan Zhen – the highest protocol.
Leading them was the white-haired Huang Fu Xiong, wearing a… never mind, who cares about him? Yan Zhen’s eyes were only on the young lady beside Huang Fu Xiong.
His former fiancée, Huang Fu Wenqing.
Huang Fu Wenqing was undoubtedly very beautiful, with dark green hair and a light green dress, like a forest elf emerging from the woods.
Her appearance surpassed Yan Menger’s, though her figure was slightly inferior.
Just look at her arrogant, peacock-like demeanor. She had indeed come to call off the marriage, huh?
Then there was no problem.
[Key Plot Commencing]
[Current Plot – Chapter 3: The Huang Fu Arrival]
[Role Requirements: After being divorced, propose a ‘two-year battle pact’]
[Completion: 0%]
Yan Zhen casually dismissed the automatically popping up system interface and followed the group to welcome the guests into the mansion.
