Yan Zhen figured he had weathered plenty of world-shaking temptations by now. He had built up a solid resistance to beauty, and while Huangfu Wenqing was undeniably gorgeous, her slender figure didn’t hold much allure for him.
In other words, even if they bathed together, as long as things didn’t get too intimate, he could handle it!
Inside the bathing chamber, Long Ying sat obediently on a little stool, her bare body glistening. She kept her legs pressed together, her hands braced on either side, her pretty little face flushed with pleasure.
Her emerald eyes sparkled as they darted sideways now and then. Two dainty horns peeked out from her damp cherry-pink hair, glowing a cute shade of rose. Her long locks hung almost to the floor, straight and sleek despite the water.
Behind her knelt Yan Zhen, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hands were shaped like claws, covered in white foam as he gently scratched at her scalp.
After thoroughly washing her lengthy pink tresses, Yan Zhen told Long Ying to close her eyes. He scooped hot water from the bath bucket, rinsed her clean, then loosely wrapped her hair in a towel.
“All done. Go ahead and soak.”
With that, he scooped her up and deposited her into the nearby tub.
Long Ying was so petite that she had to cling to the rim with both hands to keep from sinking. Her short legs kicked playfully beneath the surface, but her emerald eyes fixed on Huangfu Wenqing with obvious displeasure.
Huangfu Wenqing perched on another stool, her smooth back turned to Yan Zhen. She clutched a towel to her chest, modestly covering her modest curves. Her dark green hair was swept to one side, lending her an air of mature elegance.
Her cheeks burned red, her gaze wandering. She was clearly nervous with an “outsider” present—alone with Yan Zhen, she would have been far more relaxed.
“Wenqing, I’ll start scrubbing your back now.”
“Mm… thank you.”
Gazing at his fiancée’s flawless, jade-like back, Yan Zhen steadied himself. He ladled warm water from the bucket and poured it slowly over her shoulders to wet her down. Then he squeezed some bath lotion onto a towel and began rubbing her back.
The towel’s texture left Huangfu Wenqing a touch disappointed. Deep down, she craved the direct touch of his hands.
He switched to applying the lotion straight from his palms, gliding them slickly over her skin. Once or twice, his fingers accidentally brushed forward, grazing the sides of her breasts. Her heart fluttered wildly, shame heating her cheeks.
Seeing her so flustered sparked a mischievous urge in her fiancé. He began teasing her all over—under her arms, along her waist, even giving her backside a playful squeeze. Finally, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his hands boldly exploring her most private places. She surrendered body and soul, crying out in a coquettish plea, “Mercy, my husband!”
The vivid fantasy flooding her mind left Huangfu Wenqing burning with arousal. Her thighs clamped together as she rubbed them restlessly. Down in her lower belly, the purple lust demon mark began to glow faintly, emboldening her. She twisted her head around.
“Y-Yan Zhen.”
He paused, blinking at her. “What’s wrong? Was I too rough?”
Huangfu Wenqing shook her head and glanced at Long Ying splashing in the tub. In a hushed voice, she said, “Could you… use your hands directly? The towel feels a bit rough. I-I’m worried it’ll irritate my skin.”
—Uh, you’re a Mystic Master powerhouse. Really?
Yan Zhen grumbled inwardly but nodded. “Sure.”
Hands it was, then. He could take it—this was the confidence forged from bathing with over a dozen top-tier beauties!
He set the towel aside and laid his palms directly on his fiancée’s back. The sensation was like warm tofu, so incredibly soft and smooth that it sent a ripple through him.
—Cough cough, no big deal.
He quashed the budding thought and solemnly resumed scrubbing her back.
The bare contact of his skin was worlds apart from the towel. Huangfu Wenqing shivered, her breathing slowing as she savored her fiancé’s attentive service.
Thanks to the lust demon mark, every brush of Yan Zhen’s fingers against her skin ignited a deliciously naughty thrill.
—So gentle, so blissful. I want him to keep touching me forever…
Abruptly, that soothing pleasure cut off as his hands left her back.
“That should do it. Time to rinse.”
The steaming water cascaded over her, and Huangfu Wenqing felt herself melting into bliss. Her eyes grew misty as she raised one pale, snow-white arm. In a soft, pleading tone, she said, “Yan Zhen, could you wash my arms too?”
Well… He hesitated but didn’t refuse. It was still within his limits.
“Sure.”
Yan Zhen moved to her side, took her small hand, and spread lotion from her slender wrist up to her fragrant shoulder. The yielding, bouncy feel was utterly addictive.
He finished with her right arm and looked up—right into her gaze, brimming with unrestrained desire.
That scorching stare turned Yan Zhen’s face beet red.
—Stay cool. We got this.
Pretending not to notice, he circled to her left side and cleaned that arm.
Truth be told, there wasn’t much to wash. Cultivators like her, who practiced Wind Mystic Power, stayed pristine much like Water Mystic Force users. Bathing was more about soaking and applying Drip Dew for a fresh scent—as Mentor Yu Xuan did.
At last, he finished the left arm. Yan Zhen exhaled in relief and smiled. “All set, Wenqing.”
Huangfu Wenqing eyed him wistfully. “Could you wash my feet too? It’s hard for me like this~”
—No way!
Washing her feet meant kneeling right in front of her, an angle ripe for disaster. One wrong glance and he’d spot her pink butterfly—who could resist that?
—You’re really putting it to the test, aren’t you!
“Yan Zhen, pretty please~”
It was rare for Huangfu Wenqing to act so coquettish.
Remembering how she’d nearly fallen victim to White Fang’s schemes because of him, Yan Zhen relented.
—It’s just a pink butterfly. Not like I haven’t seen one before. Zi Xunyi’s a Geng Gold Little White Tiger!
“Fine.”
He fetched a wooden basin from nearby, filled it with warm water, and sprinkled in some bath salts. Then he knelt before Huangfu Wenqing and guided her feet into it, beginning the foot wash.
Her cheeks flushed deeper as he cradled her jade feet, kneading them expertly. Waves of soothing relief coursed through her, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
“Mm~”
Yan Zhen felt a surge of pride. To pamper his beautiful master in the past, he’d studied massage techniques. He wasn’t a pro, but he was damn good for an amateur—and it always left his beautiful master purring with satisfaction.
Just as he aimed to wrap it up quickly, Huangfu Wenqing lifted her other foot and slyly extended it toward the towel around his waist. Her dainty toes, like a cat’s paw, prodded at it playfully.
Yan Zhen-True Self (startled): Whoa, what the hell~?!
Yan Zhen-Second Master (furious): Who dares trespass on Great Yan territory?!
