Yan Zhen finally understood why Yi Xian’er had made him drink that medicinal juice.
Under the influence of its long-lasting aphrodisiac effect, even though his rationality screamed that Good Big Sister was watching, his body barely mustered any resistance. After a token struggle, he lazily surrendered to the eager ministrations of his beautiful confidante.
If he hadn’t possessed such strong self-control, he would have long since turned into a savage beast, flipping Yi Xian’er over and ravaging her wildly. Instead, he lay there obediently, letting her have her way.
He glanced at Good Big Sister and saw that although she maintained her smile, her eyes had lost their spark.
“Sister Ji Ya, I…”
Yan Zhen tried to explain, but Yi Xian’er—now lost in a jealous frenzy—silenced him with her mouth. He could only manage muffled sounds before succumbing once more to her tender onslaught.
Ji Ya’s eye twitched violently.
To think that this confidante from his previous life dared to steal bites of her precious little brother right on her own bed. She was practically begging for trouble.
But Ji Ya quickly pieced it together. Yi Xian’er had watched their loving dual cultivation the entire night before, helpless to join in, reduced to the role of a mere handmaiden providing support. Naturally, she was jealous, anxious, and utterly broken by it!
That explained the repeated provocations.
How childish!
If Ji Ya truly lost her temper, the one who would suffer most would be Yan Zhen, caught in the middle.
As his good big sister—and his future wise wife—she needed to prioritize her beloved, letting him feel her gentleness and understanding. That was the way to stand out among all those petty, jealous sisters.
—Easier said than done. Seeing the scene before her still ignited a spark of anger.
“Aunt Mu, you can take Jin Tong and Yu Nu back to your rooms to rest. No need to stand guard today.”
Aunt Mu glanced at the bed, where the beautiful girl with her ample bosom half-exposed was immersed in lavishing oral attentions and planting love bites across his body. A flush crept over her stunning features.
—No wonder the Eldest Miss had cried out so fiercely last night. The young master might look fair and tender on the surface, but he was shockingly impressive down below.
“I’ll take my leave then, Eldest Miss. Call if you need anything.”
With that, she signaled the twin bodyguards, Jin Tong and Yu Nu, to follow her out.
Ji Ya climbed onto the bed and drew the gauze curtains shut, a sweetly malicious smile blooming on her lovely face.
“Little Sister Xian’er, Little Brother Yan Zhen is already raring to go. Let him loose now—leave the rest to Big Sister.”
No matter how provocatively Yi Xian’er acted or how arrogant she became, she could only kiss and fondle from the sidelines. Ji Ya held an innate psychological advantage.
The more aroused she got Yan Zhen now, the more blissful she would be later. What was there to be angry about?
She reached down to push aside the hand working below.
Yi Xian’er didn’t budge.
“Before that, Sister Ji Ya, why don’t you lie back down first?”
Eh? Ji Ya froze. In the next instant, Yan Zhen seized her tender white arm and yanked her down beside him.
He rolled over atop her, pinning her wrists with both hands as he kissed her with frantic urgency.
Ji Ya instinctively resisted at first, but soon his passion overwhelmed her, drawing her into a haze of desire.
Then Yi Xian’er leaned in close to her ear and murmured, “Sister Ji Ya, I forgot to mention—I recorded last night’s treatment session.”
Ji Ya’s beautiful eyes widened. A scorching pain followed, searing straight into the depths of her soul and wrenching a involuntary moan from her lips.
“I’ll record this one too,” Yi Xian’er said with a demoness’s grin. “Little Sister lacks experience, so I can study it later. You wouldn’t mind, would you, Sister Ji Ya?”
Ji Ya realized she’d been tricked.
Yi Xian’er hadn’t been acting out of jealousy at all. She just wanted to watch Ji Ya make a fool of herself!
She was no match for Yan Zhen on a normal day. If he shifted from gentle puppy mode to full savage beast, she would surely shatter.
“You—mmph! Good little brother, slower…”
The treatment had three phases. First, Yan Zhen on top, Ji Ya below, linking their mystic power. Second, positions swapped with Ji Ya in control, guiding the dual cultivation while Yan Zhen refined the medicinal qi in her body into a core, which she then expelled. Third, a true dual cultivation to restore their spent energies.
The process should have taken only an hour. This time, however, only the second phase proceeded normally. In the first and third, Yan Zhen went utterly feral, as if unleashed.
Such was the aphrodisiac’s effect—once he seized the initiative, he dove in deeper.
The third phase dragged on for a full hour. Amid Ji Ya’s pleas for mercy, the sounds from within the gauze curtains finally quieted.
The beautiful manager of the Golden Jade Chamber of Commerce lay dazed on the soft bedding, her sweat-slicked body glowing with a faint pink flush. With each soft pant, her full breasts heaved, and her trembling legs—still too weak to close—slid down from her lover’s waist.
Yan Zhen withdrew and turned to Yi Xian’er beside them.
The future Thousand Fiends Queen opened her arms, drawing him into an embrace brimming with indulgence.
She couldn’t join the main event, but in other words, everything else was fair game.
The night passed uneventfully.
The next day, when Yan Zhen awoke, both Ji Ya and Yi Xian’er were gone, leaving him alone on the bed.
His waist ached, and his head felt foggy and uncomfortable.
After a brief hesitation, he closed his eyes again, intending to catch some more sleep.
When he opened them the second time, he found Beautiful Master standing there.
“Master?”
Yan Zhen blinked, wondering if it was a hallucination. He reached out to touch her face, only for her to catch his hand.
“Zhen’er, didn’t we agree you’d come in today to learn the movement technique? It’s already noon, and you’re still lazing in bed.” Chen Xi chided him, pointing accusingly. “Were you indulging yourself again last night?”
Yan Zhen felt a pang of guilt. Beautiful Master had specifically warned him yesterday, yet he’d disobeyed by evening. What a worthless disciple he was.
“I’m sorry, Master. I drank some tonic last night, but it seems I overdid it.”
Chen Xi wasn’t pleased, especially seeing the variety of love bites covering his body.
“Once or twice is fine, but too much really harms the body. No matter what, you must learn moderation.”
“I understand.”
“Alright, go wash up and get dressed—then come over. Take this pseudo core.”
“Thank you, Master.”
After swallowing the pseudo core—sweet as candy—that Beautiful Master had refined for him, Yan Zhen felt invigorated. He washed up, changed clothes without greeting anyone, and returned to the Crystal Stone Space to begin his movement technique lesson with Beautiful Master.
The technique she planned to teach him was called Starry Sky Dance, derived from her Star Dance Divine Art. It was a Saint Mystic Technique of her own creation.
It allowed free flight through the air even before reaching Mystic King realm and granted Mystic Saint-level spatial traversal at Mystic Venerable.
Its only drawback was its feminine flair, better suited to women’s graceful forms. For Yan Zhen’s sake, Chen Xi had reworked it, replacing the softer aspects with more forceful paths.
