Room One.
After the earlier interruption, Yan Zhen found it impossible to focus his mind. His attempts at drawing talismans were unsteady, preventing him from continuing the forging of the Gold Silver Fire Sword Embryo.
This left him feeling irritable.
“Why not take a break?” Mentor Yu Xuan suggested softly from nearby, fetching the fruit platter from the table. “Have some fruit and relax a little.”
Yan Zhen nodded. After all, this was painstaking work that couldn’t be rushed.
Carrying the fruit platter, Mentor Yu Xuan sat down affectionately beside him and smiled. “What would you like? Let me get it for you.”
Without a second thought, Yan Zhen replied, “Grapes.”
Mentor Yu Xuan plucked a grape from the bunch in the platter, holding it delicately between her slender fingers like a scallion root. She fed it to him. “Open up~”
Yan Zhen blinked twice, noticing the smile on her face, and didn’t refuse. He carefully took the grape from her fingers with his lips and ate it.
It was crisp in texture, juicy and tender, and quite sweet—a true delicacy.
No sooner had he finished than Mentor Yu Xuan offered another one, watching him with a smile but saying nothing.
Yan Zhen leaned in to take it with his mouth again, but she pulled her hand away just in time, leaving him with nothing.
She slipped the grape into her own mouth, held it there, then turned her head and pressed her lips to his.
“!”
Yan Zhen’s eyes widened in surprise.
Their lips met, and with her tongue, she pushed the grape into his mouth. Her soft, slippery pink tongue followed, teasing playfully.
As she pursued him relentlessly, the grape bounced around between his lips and teeth, spurring a flood of saliva.
Like a desert traveler finally finding water, Mentor Yu Xuan sucked greedily and urgently until she had drained every drop. Only then did she pull back her plump lips, panting heavily, a satisfied look on her face as she gazed at him, her eyes misty with desire.
“…”
Yan Zhen chewed the grape that had nearly melted in her mouth. Before the sweetness could fully hit his taste buds, he swallowed it—along with the trace of her saliva lingering on his tongue.
“Want more?” Her voice was still soft, but now laced with temptation. “There’s plenty left.”
Yan Zhen licked his lips and wiped the remnants from the corner of his mouth, hesitating whether to refuse. The soundproofing here didn’t seem great, and if they were discovered, it would leave her utterly humiliated.
But that small gesture made Mentor Yu Xuan’s heart skip a beat. Her mind grew feverish, igniting her desire in an instant.
Before he could answer, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She gently pushed him down and straddled him, her legs parted like she was riding a pony.
Yan Zhen fell back onto the bed and blinked up at her, her face flushed with arousal. He somewhat regretted mentioning the grapes.
“Mentor, this is on the Shuttle Airship…”
Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes brimming with affection as she fixed her gaze on his face, unable to look away. Lacking confidence, she stammered, “I-I just want to help my precious student relax a bit.”
As she spoke, she plucked another grape from the platter nearby, chewed it up, and leaned down. One hand braced against his chest while the other tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She parted her lips slightly and let the sweet juice, mingled with her saliva, pour onto her lover’s mouth.
Yan Zhen had no choice but to open up and accept it.
Seeing his compliance, the affection in her eyes deepened. After transferring the juice, she swallowed the pulp from her mouth, then extended her pink tongue to lick away the droplets on his lips and chin, like a kitten or puppy grooming its face.
Once finished, she kissed him again until they were both gasping for breath.
She straightened her slender waist, then suddenly felt a nudge against her rear. Glancing back, she covered her mouth and let out a soft laugh.
Yan Zhen awkwardly turned his face away.
She could never resist seeing him like this—honest and taken advantage of. Her gaze burned hotter as she whispered, “Don’t move. Let me calm it down~”
Propping herself up on her hands and knees, she slid down his body to the right spot and lay down again. With practiced ease, she released the seal on the Dragon Pattern Great Vessel.
The simple sketch-like Evil Dragon Mark activated, emanating a bewitching aura that only made her more eager. She reached out with her two soft, tender white hands, gripping it one above the other. Even so, nearly half still protruded past her palms, its dazed appearance somehow endearing to her eyes.
Seeing glistening droplets at the tip, she swallowed hungrily, rubbed it a bit, then parted her cherry lips and lowered her head. She first licked it all over, then took the blunt tip into her mouth, teasing the slit to draw out more fluid, which she sucked clean one by one.
Mentor Yu Xuan had improved again… Yan Zhen drew a deep breath, nearly letting out a girlish whimper. He closed his eyes, pressed the back of his left hand to his forehead, and used his right to stroke her head, responding to her devoted service.
But at that moment, a knock sounded at the door, shattering the heated atmosphere between them. Then Yan Ruyu’s voice came through.
“Mentor, are you there? It’s Ruyu. I need to see Yan Zhen about something.”
—Damn, speak of the devil!
Yan Zhen jolted in fright and patted Mentor Yu Xuan’s head, signaling her to stop.
But she swatted his hand away without ceremony. Far from pausing, she redoubled her efforts, choosing one side and locking it in her mouth.
Ohhh~~~ Yan Zhen couldn’t help but let out a strange moan.
Fortunately, Yan Ruyu knocked again just then—tap tap tap—perfectly masking the sound.
“Mentor? Have you gone out?”
Yan Zhen figured it best to pretend he was cultivating and ignore her, but Mentor Yu Xuan suddenly released him, licked her lips, and responded softly, “What is it, Ruyu? Yan Zhen is cultivating right now.”
She wrapped her voice in Mystic Power before letting it carry outside, indirectly signaling that he shouldn’t be disturbed.
“It’s like this, Mentor. Yan Zhen’s fiancée, Miss Wenqing of the Huangfu Family, has come looking for him.”
What?! Yan Zhen thought he’d misheard. Did his cousin just say fiancée?!
Fiancée meant Huangfu Wenqing, right? She’d come looking for him? No way!
As the Young Sect Master of Cloud Heaven Palace, why wasn’t Huangfu Wenqing cultivating in her sect? What was she doing on the Shuttle Airship to Holy Land Academy? Was she heading there too?
Mentor Yu Xuan was stunned as well. Hadn’t the engagement been called off ages ago? Why was she still his fiancée? And why seek him out now?
As the two pondered, another female voice came from outside.
“Um, Mentor Yu Xuan, I’m Yan Zhen’s fiancée, Huangfu Wenqing. Could you open the door so I can see him?”
