The first treatment session came to an end. Yan Zhen slowly withdrew his power and opened his eyes. Ji Ya gradually recovered from her dazed state, where she had been lying flat on her back with her head lolling. She lowered her head, bringing her face close to his in an intimate stare-down.
Ji Ya’s cheeks still bore the lingering flush of arousal. Her peach-blossom eyes held a seductive haze mixed with the lazy contentment of satisfaction, while her cherry lips glistened pink and moist.
Yan Zhen kept his arms wrapped around Good Big Sister’s sweat-slicked back, steadying her so she wouldn’t topple backward and hurt herself.
“How do you feel, Sister Ji Ya?”
Ji Ya’s hands rested on Yan Zhen’s shoulders, her legs clamped firmly around his waist. A shy springtime glow infused her brows.
“Sister feels so happy~”
“Uh…”
“I mean your body, Sister Ji Ya.”
“My body?” Ji Ya twisted her waist, savoring the sensation of him still inside her. In a coquettish voice, she purred, “It’s stuffed completely full~”
This…
“Sister Ji Ya!”
“Alright, alright. Sister won’t tease you anymore.”
Seeing the displeasure creep onto his face, Ji Ya quickly dropped the joke. She leaned in and planted an appeasing kiss on Yan Zhen’s cheek.
“Sister feels great. My body has never been this light before, and my mystic power flows so much more smoothly now. Even my cultivation has strengthened. With a bit of proper rest and adjustment, I might just break through~”
“After all, Sister Ji Ya, your cultivation has been stagnant for so long. Now that some of the blockages in your meridians have cleared and you’ve absorbed plenty of medicinal power, advancing is only natural.” Yan Zhen smiled faintly. “This is just the beginning. By the end of the full treatment course, you should reach around Seven-Star Mystic Master.”
Ji Ya was currently only at One-Star. Rocketing up seven stars in a little over a month might sound outrageous, but it was really just the accumulation from her past two or three years of effort. In that light, it actually felt a bit slow.
Her talent wasn’t exceptional, but with the vast resources of the Golden Jade Chamber of Commerce piled upon her, she wouldn’t face any bottlenecks in cultivation until she reached Mystic King.
Of course, Yan Zhen was only quoting the script’s projections. The results from Body Fusion Dual Cultivation would surely differ. With his essence nourishing her, she ought to climb another star or two, landing at Nine-Star Mystic Master by the end.
“What about you, Little Brother Yan Zhen?” Feeling his aura unchanged, Ji Ya asked in confusion, “Sister’s Primordial Yin should be quite nourishing. How come you haven’t advanced?”
“I haven’t refined it yet,” Yan Zhen explained. “Once I do, I should be able to charge straight to Two-Star or even Three-Star Mystic Scholar in one go.”
Though the Emperor Flame Technique had restrictions—requiring the refinement of a second Fire Seed to progress further in the Mystic Master Realm—it allowed for a little exploit. He could leap from Nine-Star Mystic Practitioner all the way up.
In the script, he had followed Beautiful Female Master’s advice, storing the medicinal power from Ji Ya’s body in his dantian until it was full, then breaking through to Two-Star Mystic Scholar. But now, thanks to Body Fusion Dual Cultivation, refining her Primordial Yin would get him there instead.
“I see.” Ji Ya nestled back onto Yan Zhen’s shoulder. “Good thing Sister isn’t completely useless. At least I can help Little Brother Yan Zhen ad—mmph—advance… Little Brother Yan Zhen, why are you getting excited again?”
Yan Zhen awkwardly turned his face away.
“It’s not like you weren’t squirming around.”
“Hee hee. Little Brother Yan Zhen really loves this position, huh? You nearly bit right through Sister’s heart.”
The sweet words slipped out unbidden. Ji Ya blushed at her own boldness, but her heart brimmed with sweetness and fulfillment.
Yan Zhen noticed the fingerprints and love bites marring Good Big Sister’s skin, which only deepened his embarrassment.
“Aiya, Sister Ji Ya, stop wriggling already. Focus on refining that dual cultivation essence completely.”
Otherwise, having him stay plugged in like this would be too weird!
“But Little Brother Yan Zhen must still feel uncomfortable, right? Since Sister caused it, naturally I have to take responsibility.” Ji Ya leaned to his ear, her voice a bone-melting whisper. “Let Sister shake it out for you~”
“—Shake what?”
Yi Xian’er, seated behind Yan Zhen, suddenly flicked Ji Ya’s forehead. The sharp snap jolted her from her enamored haze. In a cool tone, Yi Xian’er said, “The treatment’s over. Separate already.”
Ji Ya focused her gaze on Yi Xian’er.
Earlier, Yan Zhen had Opened the Cauldron on her, leaving her eyes rolled back and gushing endlessly. Thankfully, Yi Xian’er had lent a hand from the sidelines, ambushing Yan Zhen from behind and giving her a moment to breathe. But after the treatment, when Ji Ya received Yan Zhen’s Reverse Nourishment and regained some composure, she went right back at it. Naturally, she no longer needed outside help—and now Yi Xian’er just seemed like a nuisance.
Alliance? What alliance? Was there ever such a thing?
In this embarrassing predicament, anyone else might shrink back meekly. But against Yi Xian’er, Ji Ya’s competitive spirit overpowered her shame.
She clamped her legs tighter and hooked her arms more securely around Yan Zhen’s neck. With a beaming smile, she said, “Sister’s been ill for so long and is still weak. I need Little Brother Yan Zhen to give me more of his rain and dew. If Little Sister Xian’er is getting impatient, why don’t you go rest first?”
Yi Xian’er shot Ji Ya a look of utter disgust. This scheming merchant sister— not a word out of her mouth could be trusted. She deserved to be strung up from a streetlamp!
“If you’re weak, go eat some tonics!”
“Little Sister Xian’er, have you forgotten? Sister can’t take medicine for this illness.” Ji Ya laughed. “Besides, Little Brother Yan Zhen needs Sister too. It’s mutual~”
“You’re the one stimulating him again! The grand Chief Manager of the Golden Jade Chamber of Commerce, taking advantage of your own little brother like this—have you no shame!” Yi Xian’er wrapped her arms around Yan Zhen from behind and tugged him backward. “Get off already!”
Ji Ya hooked her fingers behind Yan Zhen’s neck and pulled him toward her.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen says get up, and Sister will. No need for Little Sister Xian’er to overstep.”
“I’m his assistant. Of course I care about Yan Zhen’s well-being!”
“Then let him enjoy himself fully!”
“Big talk from the one who was just writhing and on the verge of turning into a puddle.”
“Er heh heh. Sister was just inexperienced with man-woman matters. Now that I’ve got the hang of it, I won’t be so helpless. Little Sister Xian’er worries too much.”
The two women clashed like crossed swords, any talk of pleasant cooperation long forgotten.
Yan Zhen found himself sandwiched between them like a filling in a sweet bun. As they tugged and pulled—one forward, one back—soft, beautiful skin brushed every inch of him. The wild frenzy building in his heart was nearly at its limit.
Just as Ji Ya hooked him again, trying to pull him down onto her, Yan Zhen seized the momentum. He pushed her forward instead, sending her sprawling back onto the fragrant couch. Then, like a rabid wolfhound, he pounced atop her.
The wide gauze canopy trembled faintly, ripples spreading like waves across a flower sea stirred by the wind.
Outside the canopy, Aunt Mu and the twin bodyguards soon heard Ji Ya’s pleas for mercy mingled with Yi Xian’er’s gleeful mockery.
“Wasn’t it supposed to be over? How is it starting up again…”
Aunt Mu’s mature, glamorous face flushed visibly red. Seeing Jin Tong and Yu Nu still licking those lollipops, she snatched them away and flung them far off.
—These weren’t needed anymore!
Jin Tong and Yu Nu blinked, tilting their heads at Aunt Mu in confusion. Why had Auntie given them candy only to toss away what they hadn’t finished?
The two licked their lips, savoring the lingering sweetness. In perfect sync, they popped a replacement food pill into their mouths, chewed it up—crunch crunch crunch—and swallowed.
