Meng’er was done for!
After she slipped into the dog costume, Yan Zhen’s pace quickened and his thrusts grew devastating. Each one drove Yan Meng’er to the brink of madness, leaving her utterly unable to unleash the secret technique she’d just grasped. That scorching heat felt like it could melt her very heart.
After enduring hundreds of those amped-up thrusts, the mere +1 from Yan Meng’er finally broke. She begged for mercy until, with a wild cry of ecstasy, she surrendered completely.
The girl collapsed limply onto the bed, her cute childish face glazed over with unfocused eyes and her pink tongue lolling out. Her snow-white legs slid down from Yan Zhen’s shoulders, but she still couldn’t close them. Her calves and toes trembled faintly.
“…”
Yan Zhen blinked, looking down at Meng’er in her current state.
The pink dog costume came complete with floppy ears, a perky tail, paw gloves with plush balls, a jingling collar, a generous bra, and skimpy panties. On her, it made her look like an adorable little pink bitch in heat—Yan Zhen almost wanted to pat her head.
So he did, stroking Meng’er’s hair to comfort her. Then he pulled Yan Ruyu, who had been clinging to his back, around to the front. He positioned her on all fours atop Yan Meng’er, gripped her hips, and began slamming into that full-moon ass of hers.
Yan Ruyu wore the cat costume—pointed ears, a slender tail, dainty paws, and a spherical bell on her collar. It was quite different from the dog set.
She was far stronger than Yan Meng’er, but in such an embarrassingly vulnerable state, even she couldn’t withstand the +13 power. Especially since Yan Zhen had only just come down from his own peak before sending her soaring right back up.
Three times in a row, each more intense than the last. At last, she received his reverse nourishment and collapsed in a sweaty heap atop Yan Meng’er, her limbs giving out completely.
Still a 1+3 ending—but this time, it was their 1+3, not his.
Yan Zhen let out a long breath and pulled away.
The two women recovered a bit and crawled to his legs like little cats and dogs, obediently licking him clean with their tongues. They’d fully immersed themselves in the role of devoted pets.
Yan Zhen reached out with both hands, gently caressing their hair as he watched their two flower-like faces press close together, doing their utmost to please him. His heart swelled with tenderness.
Once it was over, he scooped one under each arm and tucked them in under the covers.
The two cousins pillowed their heads on his arms, one on each side, and drifted off to sleep.
Though Yan Zhen wasn’t entirely satisfied, it was a perfect excuse not to shatter his persona. He tamped down his lingering desires and joined them in slumber.
The next morning, half-awake, Yan Zhen felt something nibbling at him under the covers. He snapped his eyes open.
Peeking beneath the blanket, he saw the little pink bitch and blue kitty beside him up to no good.
The sisters were tracing the simple dragon mark with their soft pink tongues—from bottom to top, then top to bottom. After several passes, they each took one side of the blunt tip into their mouths, sucking away the treasure liquid that beaded there. Their rhythm was a bit clumsy, but every motion brimmed with earnest care.
When they noticed Yan Zhen awake, Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu lifted their heads. They shifted into position on all fours without a word, turning back to gaze at him with eyes full of coquettish need.
Yan Zhen scratched his head. With a sigh, he joined them for some morning exercise.
…
It was nearly late morning by the time the three finally emerged from the room.
Yan Ruyu’s cheeks were still flushed more with embarrassment than joy, her gait a little awkward. Yan Meng’er, as usual, clung to Yan Zhen’s arm with a beaming smile, though no amount of sweetness could hide the mature allure in her eyes.
In the dining hall, the other three women sat at their places, sipping porridge. When they spotted the trio, their gazes turned distinctly odd.
—It was just that the sisters had cried out so enthusiastically the night before, and they were still at it come morning. Utterly shameless!
The atmosphere grew awkward in an instant.
Yan Ruyu knew exactly why. Mortified, she wanted to crawl into a hole.
Yan Meng’er’s cheeks warmed too, but with her thicker skin, she stayed composed. She greeted them calmly, ladled out bowls of porridge for herself, her cousin, and her cousin-brother, then ate as if nothing had happened.
As for Yan Zhen, he played the oblivious eater, pretending not to notice a thing.
“I’ve got things to handle—heading to the academy first,” Mentor Yu Xuan said as she rose. “Yan Zhen, come by at noon. We need to talk about the graduation ceremony.”
Yan Zhen nodded.
“Got it, Mentor.”
Mentor Yu Xuan smiled faintly and glided out of the dining hall with elegant steps, leaving her students exchanging wide-eyed glances.
“I’m off to cultivate at the academy too. See you.”
Mi Xue’er set down her bowl and chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and left.
“…”
Xiao Xinyan slipped away silently after her.
That left just the three from the Yan Family in the dining hall.
Watching their retreating figures, Yan Ruyu remarked, “Xue’er and Xin Yan have been working really hard lately. Looks like they’re pushing to break through to the Mystic Master Realm…”
She glanced at Yan Zhen, hesitating as if she wanted to say more.
“It’d take them at least a month to break through,” Yan Meng’er shook her head, not optimistic. “The graduation ceremony’s right around the corner—they won’t make it in time.”
“Mm.”
Yan Ruyu understood all too well. They wouldn’t be able to join Yan Zhen at Holy Land Academy after all. Her mood sank.
“Hey, Cousin Sister, don’t make that face,” Yan Meng’er said, seeing right through her. “Sure, we can’t advance to Mystic Scholar in time, but if we want to go to Holy Land Academy with Cousin Brother, there’s still a way.”
Yan Ruyu’s eyes lit up.
“What way?”
Yan Zhen looked at his silly cousin sister curiously too.
“Can’t spill the beans,” Yan Meng’er said mysteriously. “Cousin Sister, you don’t have to do a thing—just leave it to me. Getting into Holy Land Academy? Piece of cake~”
Yan Ruyu eyed her suspiciously but nodded anyway.
She hoped it was true; if it really was, that would be perfect.
“Relax, Cousin Sister. The three of us aren’t splitting up—no matter what, right, Cousin Brother?”
Yan Zhen shot his silly cousin a sidelong glance and said flatly, “If you’d taken cultivation seriously sooner, you’d probably be a Mystic Scholar by now.”
Yan Meng’er planted her hands on her hips and declared righteously, “Cultivation’s got nothing on Cousin Brother!”
“…”
Seeing Yan Zhen’s speechless look, Yan Ruyu burst out laughing. Yan Meng’er quickly joined in.
“Anyway, Mentor Yu Xuan, Senior Sister Xue’er, and Petty Senior Sister are all gone now. It’s just the three of us in the house.”
Yan Meng’er’s tone shifted slyly, her eyes blinking rapidly as she feigned innocence.
Yan Ruyu instantly caught on to her cousin’s intent. Her cheeks heated, and her heart pounded.
Yan Zhen, having just finished his porridge, set down his bowl and frowned. “What are you scheming now?”
Yan Meng’er bit her lip and whispered, “Um… should we try it in the dining hall?”
—What?!
Yan Zhen nearly spat out his porridge.
