Even in her anger, Mentor Yu Xuan’s inherent gentleness—like water itself—was impossible to hide completely. Her tone carried a bit more weight, but her voice remained so soft that no trace of fury could be discerned.
Yan Zhen knew full well, however, that once she truly laid hands on him, she wouldn’t show the slightest mercy. Zhang Wei’s recent fate was the perfect example.
He obediently let her maneuver him, sitting ramrod straight in the chair without so much as breathing too loudly.
Was he about to receive another lesson from his mentor?
Guilt weighed on him, leaving him unable to utter a single “no” to her actions. He could only accept his fate.
As Mentor Yu Xuan slowly crouched down before him, Yan Zhen felt a mix of unease and anticipation. The unease stemmed from his fear that his protagonist persona might shatter; the anticipation arose from the raw impulses of youth.
Her princess braids fell straight down as always, her glossy black hair with blue undertones smooth as silk. Her refined, beautiful face still held a hint of pique, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.
The loose-fitting mentor’s robes draped over her ample figure. In her squatting position, the fabric stretched taut across her chest and hips, accentuating her alluring curves. The ankle-length skirt was caught between her shapely thighs, revealing her feet in low-heeled shoes—her toes small and sparkling like scattered diamonds.
Last time, she’d held him from behind, blocking his view of everything. This time, facing her directly and looking down from his angle, he had an unobstructed vista of his mentor’s stunning form. There was even a sense of conquest, as if he lorded over her.
Was this the better reward she’d meant? His mentor really knew her stuff—understanding how different angles brought different pleasures. She truly was a masterful teacher!
Yan Zhen’s heart pounded wildly, his cheeks flushing as his bright, dewy eyes fixed unblinkingly on Mentor Yu Xuan.
Her gaze was too intense for her not to notice. She glanced up at him, her eyes brimming with affection.
The hunger in the boy’s eyes stirred a flicker of delight in her chest, though it also brought a blush to her cheeks. Her ears burned hot—even the chill from the Snow Wind Pearl whirring in the room couldn’t cool her down.
She retrieved a black blindfold from her storage ring and placed it in his hands.
Yan Zhen blinked in surprise.
“What’s this?”
“Put it on,” Mentor Yu Xuan said, her tone much softer now, laced with a touch of shy coquettishness. “No peeking, or I won’t help you.”
He didn’t dare disobey. He slipped on the blindfold with practiced speed, eager for it to start—and end—quickly.
He enjoyed the indulgence, but he couldn’t let himself go like this. He had to steadfastly uphold his protagonist persona.
After last night’s events, that persona had evolved from a “ruthless upgrade machine” to a “ruthless and ascetic upgrade machine.” Even if his mentor made her move, he couldn’t yield!
With the blindfold on, darkness enveloped his vision, sharpening his other senses.
He could hear his mentor’s faint breaths, smell the fragrance wafting from her body.
—Seal released, the furious dragon broke free!
Yan Zhen sucked in a sharp breath as a soft, boneless jade hand delivered a familiar sensation, traveling from below upward to his brain, numbing his thoughts.
He fought not to sink into it, picturing himself meditating under a waterfall, letting the cascading water cleanse him.
Suddenly, he sensed someone beside him. Opening his eyes in the vision, he saw Mentor Yu Xuan.
She wore the same white daoist robes as him, her body soaked through by the waterfall’s rush, the fabric turning semitransparent and teasingly revealing the infinite allure of her curves.
Blood streamed from Yan Zhen’s nose in a torrent.
Meditation failed!
The fantasy shattered, pulling him back to reality. He felt himself drawn into a warm, moist, tender, and slippery vortex—a delicate, agile pink serpent facing off against a savage, one-eyed behemoth of a dragon.
The little snake circled restlessly before the dragon’s single eye, occasionally darting inside, aiming to conquer from below.
“Mm!”
Yan Zhen had never endured such exquisite pleasure. A jolt shot up his spine, his waist going limp as he slumped lazily in the chair, gasping for air.
But it wasn’t over yet.
The serpent and dragon tangled once more, quickly reigniting the fire and restlessness in his heart.
Just then, a knock came from outside the door, followed by Xiao Xinyan’s voice.
“Mentor, are you in? It’s Xinyan. I have something to tell you.”
Both Yan Zhen and Mentor Yu Xuan jolted to attention, freezing in place. Their breathing grew shallow with tension.
Blindfolded, Yan Zhen flailed his hands in the air, as if trying to signal his mentor. She quickly caught them, urging him to stay still.
“Is something the matter, Xinyan?” Mentor Yu Xuan replied simply, showing no intention of opening the door. She lowered her head again right after, as if nothing took precedence.
Outside, Xiao Xinyan assumed her mentor was in secluded meditation and thus a bit curt. Apologetically, she said, “Sorry to disturb your rest, Mentor. My father wants to invite you to our home for dinner in the next couple of days. Do you have time?”
As Xiao Xinyan’s mentor, Yu Xuan had long been an object of the Xiao Family’s overtures.
After the incident with Zhang Wei, the vice dean had personally apologized to her, drawing the attention of those in the know. They’d quickly pieced together that Mentor Yu Xuan was a second-generation learner from Holy Land Academy, here for a stint of practical experience. That sparked their desire to curry favor.
The Xiao Family, connected through Xiao Xinyan, had moved faster than the rest.
Even so, Xiao Xinyan knew her mentor wasn’t easy to invite—the city lord himself had been politely turned down before.
“Sorry, Xinyan. I’ve been quite busy lately. I’ll visit your home another time to impose on your hospitality.”
“Oh, alright—wait, Mentor, you mean you’ll come?”
Xiao Xinyan lit up with joy. She’d braced for rejection. Could it be her mentor was agreeing out of affection for her disciple? Her mentor really did care!
“Got it. I’ll tell Father to prepare in a few days—I-I won’t disturb your rest anymore, Mentor. Goodbye!”
The voice outside faded away. Mentor Yu Xuan stole a glance at Yan Zhen, seeing no issue, and resumed her “tailored instruction” per the book’s techniques.
Yan Zhen surrendered completely in short order, his mind going blank. His body arched back against the chair rest, looking thoroughly spent.
Twice—that was enough.
She tilted her head back and swallowed hard, then covered her mouth as she rose. She took out her personal handkerchief, wiping herself first before tending to Yan Zhen.
—Seal reactivated, dragon returns to dormancy.
Mentor Yu Xuan took a deep breath, checked herself in a small mirror to ensure no odd traces remained, then removed the blindfold from Yan Zhen’s face.
The boy tilted his head, gazing at her with hazy eyes—like a greedy child who’d devoured his share of candy and now wheedled for more.
“Mentor.”
The way he looked at her, all coquettish and pleading, melted her heart. After a brief hesitation, she stepped forward, cradling his head against her proud bosom and murmuring softly, “There, there. Moderation, now. Next time, your mentor will pamper you more.”
Good boy~
Yan Zhen closed his eyes, basking in Mentor Yu Xuan’s tenderness. He felt he could drift off to sleep like this forever.
【Ding! Detected host excessively indulging in desires, deviating from the protagonist persona. Please take note, please take note.】
