Yan Zhen took a deep breath, hoping to calm his racing thoughts. But all he inhaled was the unique, intoxicating fragrance wafting from his beautiful female master’s body. It made staying composed utterly impossible. In desperation, he silently recited the Original Clear Heart Technique:
The beautiful female master is a big pervert!
—Ugh, that didn’t feel right at all. If she overheard him, she’d flay the skin right off his back.
“Zhen’er?”
Her tone carried a hint of impatience now. Yan Zhen gritted his teeth, steeling himself inwardly. I can do this. I can hold it together!
He stepped closer to his beautiful female master, slipping his arms around her from behind to reach the white sash at her ribs. With a gentle tug, he loosened it.
The moment the bindings gave way, that pair of ultra-heavyweight G-cup peaks burst free like caged rabbits, forcing her robe’s collar wide open in a perfect display of “bursting seams.”
From his vantage point, Yan Zhen had a clear bird’s-eye view of those majestic summits and the deep valley between them—an endless spring vista laid bare.
He didn’t linger on the sight. Instead, his hands seized the collar of her robe and slowly peeled it downward.
The entire black wide-sleeved gown slid silently down her milk-smooth, flawless skin, pooling in layered folds at her feet. The heavenly masterpiece of her immortal figure reflected perfectly in the pool below, radiating purity and breathtaking beauty.
Her silver-white hair cascaded straight down like a waterfall or a sheet of silk, artfully veiling her back and perky rear with a tantalizing hint of mystery.
Below the tips of her hair, her long legs stood straight as jade pillars, her dainty feet pristine as if freshly washed.
“All done, Master.”
Yan Zhen’s voice came out as faint as a mosquito’s buzz. He kept his head lowered, his little face flushed a solid crimson.
Chen Xi hummed in acknowledgment and stepped gracefully into the pool brimming with spirit spring water.
The crystal-clear water lapped right up to her hips, wetting the ends of her silver hair and making it gleam even more lustrously.
The cool, silky wetness against her lower body drew a soft exhale from her vermilion lips—a breath scented like orchids and musk.
Glancing back, she saw Yan Zhen still standing there, face red as a beet, frozen in that awkward pose of wanting to look but too scared to. Chen Xi stifled a laugh and said calmly,
“Zhen’er, what are you standing around for? Come on in.”
“Huh? Master? Me too?”
Yan Zhen pointed at himself, utterly baffled.
Chen Xi feigned a helpless sigh.
“You’re such a child. If you don’t come in, how can you help your master bathe?”
“R-Right you are…”
In just a few quick motions, Yan Zhen stripped off his outer clothes, leaving only his boxer shorts patterned with long-trunked little elephants. He shuffled bashfully into the pool.
“What should I do, Master?”
He had no experience serving others in a bath—only being pampered himself—so he was at a loss. Should he scoop water with a wooden ladle and pour it over her? Or grab a towel and scrub her back vigorously?
True, his beautiful female master was a Half-Saint powerhouse whose body stayed pristine and dust-free. But scrubbing a back wasn’t just about cleaning; it was like a massage, pure bliss.
—Scrubbing back ≈ massage = proper filial devotion to one’s master!
That thought dimmed the naughty flickers in Yan Zhen’s mind, restoring his usual reverence and affection.
He volunteered eagerly,
“Master, let me scrub your back?”
“Scrub my back? Sure, that works.”
Chen Xi reached back, gathering all her hair to one side and draping it over her chest. This exposed her swan-like slender neck, the creamy expanse of her bare back, her slim waist that a single hand could encircle, and—even underwater—the radiant curve of her moon-white rear.
Yan Zhen was thrilled and about to dive in when he realized he had no towel. His storage ring held no everyday sundries either. His face fell instantly.
“Master, do you have a towel?”
Chen Xi shook her head.
“Your master dislikes anything foreign touching her skin. Just use your hands, Zhen’er.”
“This…”
“Hurry up and start. After you’re done, your master wants to soak properly.”
Talk about shooting himself in the foot.
Yan Zhen pulled a long face. How was he supposed to scrub with his hands? It’d just feel like groping around blindly, and she’d hate it. But if he kept delaying, she’d be even more displeased.
Serving others was no easy task.
“I’ll use my hands then, Master. Tell me if it feels off, and I’ll stop right away.”
“Mm.”
With her permission, Yan Zhen cupped some pool water and poured it over his beautiful female master’s back.
The wet skin gleamed even pinker and smoother.
Steadying himself, Yan Zhen placed both hands side by side on her back.
The silky, flawless sensation under his palms felt like caressing supreme-grade jade, sending a ripple through his heart.
Chen Xi shivered faintly too, a melodic hum escaping her throat as her heart suddenly raced.
This was the second time her own disciple had touched her so proactively.
The first had been while feeding him medicine—mid-bite, Yan Zhen had suddenly grabbed on, startling her half to death. She’d thought her cover was blown.
Usually, she was the one guiding him. Now, with the roles slightly reversed, it felt delightfully novel to Chen Xi.
A pair of small hands worked up and down her back, the pool water gluing their skin together. With his motions, it gradually warmed—not a scorching heat, but a soothing warmth.
Truth be told, Chen Xi simply loved the feel of her precious disciple’s touch on her skin. It sparked a sense that their bond was growing ever closer, ever more intimate.
“How’s it feel, Master?”
“Not bad. Keep going.”
Was it really? Yan Zhen felt a faint tingle in his palms. Compared to the friction of a towel, hands clearly fell short.
After a good while, he finally stopped. Her bare back now glowed a uniform pink, like it had been dusted with powder—irresistibly alluring.
“That should do it, Master.”
Chen Xi, somewhat lost in the sensation, snapped back to attention. She hummed and slowly sank lower into the water.
What had only reached her hips now submerged up to her chest, enveloping most of her skin in waves of cool refreshment from every angle.
With a contented sigh, Chen Xi closed her eyes. Then she reached out, pulling her disciple’s hand, and said,
“Zhen’er, sit down too. Soak with your master.”
Yan Zhen’s little face burned as he replied,
“I’ll pass, Master. You just relax on your own.”
“Accompanying your master in the bath is part of the service, you know~”
“Ah… well, alright then.”
Yan Zhen hunched his shoulders and sat primly beside his beautiful female master, eyes fixed downward on the water.
Chen Xi turned to study his profile, thinking, This child is even more reserved than during their dual cultivation before. Does that mean he’s growing to care more about his master?
“Zhen’er, you’ve been at Mystic Academy for three months now. Has any girl caught your eye?”
The question sounded casual, but Yan Zhen sensed danger. He shook his head vigorously.
“To report to Master: None! I’ve been focused solely on cultivation—no time for romance.”
After all, his persona was that of an emotionless upgrade machine. Though he hadn’t played the part perfectly.
But who could blame him? In this no-female-lead power fantasy world, the temptations on the spicier side hit way too hard—especially Mentor Yu Xuan, who’d nearly shattered his persona once. Thankfully, System-chan’s warning had pulled him back in time.
This was too hard for him.
“If you think that way, Zhen’er, your master is gratified. On the path of cultivation, you don’t need excessive romance. A like-minded partner to aid each other suffices—the rest are mere shackles.”
Chen Xi’s words carried layers of meaning.
Yan Zhen didn’t catch the nuance, merely nodding along on autopilot. Whatever his beautiful female master said, he’d agree.
Seeing his obedience, Chen Xi grew even more pleased. Her jade arm rose from the water to pat his head affectionately.
