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Threesome where the girls devour the boy (✓)
Yan Zhen had schemed and planned for everything, but in the end, he still miscalculated.
He had originally thought the difficulty of this mission lay in whether or not he could hold out. What he overlooked was that Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue were Mystic Lord powerhouses in their own right.
In the script, how was Yan Zhen supposed to break free from the pincer attack of two Mystic Lord powerhouses, then use pills and special massage techniques to help them neutralize the poison?
But they weren’t that obedient at all. Far from being “limp and helpless for him to toy with,” they were frighteningly strong. From start to finish, they had pinned down a mere Three-Star Mystic Scholar like him.
First, Jiu Youyue was on top with Yun Xiu below, then Jiu Youyue swapped places with Yun Xiu. Her long legs clamped around his waist as she rocked her hips wildly. Meanwhile, Yun Xiu kept kissing him, grabbing his hands and shoving them into her cleavage, greedily craving his touch.
Throughout the whole thing, Yan Zhen lay flat on the ground. Aside from moving his hands a little or thrusting his hips, he couldn’t do anything else.
To be precise, he didn’t dare to do anything else. He could only desperately suppress the raging urge of his inner pervert.
Because he had to meet the standard of “keeping it together despite the temptation”!
…
An entire hour passed. Only after Yan Zhen had filled each of them twice did Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue finally slow to a halt. They lay on either side of his chest, panting softly, their beautiful faces flushed with satisfied afterglow.
The two women were still dressed in their skirts, but the garments had been torn ragged by their own hands—Yun Xiu’s at the collar, Jiu Youyue’s near the hem.
Beneath the disheveled clothing, their snow-white, delicate skin was covered in red marks—some from their own nails, others from Yan Zhen’s grip.
Yan Zhen himself wasn’t in much better shape. His neck, collarbone, chest, and lower abdomen were littered with hickeys, planted even more densely than Mentor Yu Xuan could manage. And his lower body was utterly soaked, some from himself but mostly from Yun Xiu and Jiu Youyue.
Yun Xiu had already drifted off to sleep with even breaths, her jade-like face serene. Only Jiu Youyue remained awake, her slender fingers tracing circles on his chest.
With his hands finally freed, Yan Zhen let out a silent sigh. He gently stroked their hair, offering comfort.
“Little Zhen Zhen, you’ve taken both me and Senior Sister. What do you plan to do about it?”
Yan Zhen pursed his lips. Thinking of how his mission might fail, he said somewhat aggrievedly, “You two are the ones who forced yourselves on me.”
“Well, that’s true, but the one who punctured the Lust Sac was probably that weapon of yours, right? Thinking about it, the only possibility is a fragment from the explosion.” Jiu Youyue blinked her lovely eyes. “Sure, it was an accident, but in the end, it was your doing, Little Zhen Zhen~”
Yan Zhen broke out in a cold sweat, inwardly relieved they hadn’t realized it was on purpose. Otherwise, he was done for!
“I-I’ll take responsibility.”
“How exactly?” Jiu Youyue reached up, hooking her arm around Yan Zhen’s neck and crawling closer until their faces nearly touched in an intimate press. “Are you going to marry both of us junior and senior sisters?”
Yan Zhen blinked, weighing the meaning behind her words.
If he answered wrong, would she fly off the handle and cut it off?
“If you’re willing…”
“And if we’re not?” Jiu Youyue rubbed his cheek, a mischievous smile curling her lips. “What if you could only marry one of us?”
Uh… Yan Zhen was at a loss for words. Death question right after the deed—how was he supposed to answer that?
He glanced at Yun Xiu, figuring she wouldn’t wake up anytime soon. Should he just pick Jiu Youyue?
After all, in the script, Jiu Youyue ended up as half a wife, while Yun Xiu was just his first love from start to finish.
No, no—that would be idiotic. He needed a clever dodge.
Yan Zhen’s mind raced, and he quickly replied, “Ahem, as a little Mystic Scholar, how could I have the right to choose which Mystic Lord powerhouse to marry? It should be up to you whether you pick me or not.”
Jiu Youyue pouted in dissatisfaction. Damn kid was too slick—he’d dodged it!
She had originally planned to coax him into picking her while Yun Xiu pretended to sleep.
“You’ve taken our precious bodies, and now you talk about us picking you? Hateful~” Jiu Youyue huffed coquettishly. “Do I have any choice besides marrying you?”
Yan Zhen chuckled awkwardly.
“But whether Senior Sister picks you is still up in the air—Senior Sister, do you want to marry Little Zhen Zhen with your little junior sister?”
At her words, Yun Xiu’s slender eyebrows twitched.
“Oh come on, Senior Sister, drop the act. We’re both Mystic Lord powerhouses—how could we be worn out and asleep after just four or five rounds? You’re not fooling anyone here.”
Pretending to sleep? Yan Zhen looked closely and sure enough, Yun Xiu’s eyes had opened. She just kept her face buried against his chest, unwilling to lift her head.
He inwardly rejoiced that he hadn’t picked Jiu Youyue just now. Otherwise, the consequences would have been dire.
Yun Xiu might look like an aloof sword immortal, but she had a fiery temper and was prone to jealousy.
“Senior Sister, say something. Do you want to marry Little Zhen Zhen or not?”
“I don’t know.”
“So that’s a no?”
“I-I… If you don’t shut up, no one will mistake you for a mute!”
Yun Xiu snapped in embarrassment and anger. If not for Jiu Youyue’s meddling, she never would have fallen for it.
Jiu Youyue giggled gleefully.
“Oh dear, someone’s getting feisty. I’m not saying who~ Little Zhen Zhen, who do you think it is?”
Yan Zhen’s hand snaked around from behind Jiu Youyue, gently covering her mouth to signal her to stop.
Yun Xiu was thin-skinned and valued her chastity deeply. In the script, she was so resolute she even talked about killing him and then herself. Yan Zhen worried she might get hung up on it.
After a brief thought, Yan Zhen took the initiative. “Yun Xiu, I’m sorry. It was my fault for asking you to stay, and then this happened.”
“Don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault.” Yun Xiu shook her head lightly and sighed. “It was just fate playing tricks. You don’t need to apologize. Consider it… my way of repaying your life-saving grace.”
Hearing this, Yan Zhen felt a pang in his heart. “I already told you, I don’t need your repayment.”
“…In any case, I can’t marry you.” Yun Xiu sounded dejected. “You deserve a better partner.”
Was she referring to Huangfu Wenqing? She must be conflicted.
But Yan Zhen planned to have Huangfu Wenqing call off their engagement anyway. Falling for her mentor Yun Xiu would give Huangfu Wenqing the perfect reason to dump him in disappointment.
Two birds with one stone!
“In short, let’s pretend this never happened.” Yun Xiu sat up, turning her back to Yan Zhen as she adjusted her collar, tucking away her proud breasts. “If word gets out, it won’t be good for either of us.”
“Yun Xiu…”
Yan Zhen was momentarily speechless.
“Pretend it never happened? Senior Sister, that’s not right.”
Jiu Youyue, still nestled in his arms, chuckled smugly. She then pulled a Reflecting Light Mirror from her storage ring, channeling qi into it to play back the recording.
In the mirror, the two women took turns riding Yan Zhen, their hips twisting in ecstasy. Though their moans were muffled, they were still sultry enough to make one’s face burn and ears ring.
“I’ve got it all recorded. How are we supposed to pretend it never happened?”
