Mist rose faintly from the warm pool.
Yan Zhen carried Yun Xiu—who was pretending to be an ostrich, head buried in denial—back to the center of the pool. He jostled her lithe, jade-like body gently at first, drawing muffled whimpers from the Palace Lord. Behind him, Huangfu Wenqing pressed close, her hands resting on his shoulders as she planted soft kisses along his broad back. Every so often, she cracked her eyes open to steal glances at her master’s alluring state, her heart pounding faster than ever.
“…”
Yan Zhen had accepted the reality, but he still couldn’t quite believe it. Why had Wenqing agreed so readily to share him with Yun Xiu? Something was seriously off here!
As he playfully spanked the stubbornly silent Yun Xiu, Yan Zhen pondered coolly. Then, a sudden realization struck him.
—Hold on. Didn’t Wenqing just say, “My master has no defenses against you”? Does that mean she’s known about my relationship with Yun Xiu for a long time?
—Did she figure it out from Cai Lian and Yun Xiu’s argument a few days ago? No, it had to be even earlier.
But before that, the three of them had never even crossed paths together.
Yan Zhen had met Yun Xiu by chance in the Demonic Dragon Mountain Range, deepened their bond in the City of Water, and first encountered Huangfu Wenqing at his own home—before drawing closer at the Holy Land Academy.
That left only one possibility.
With that thought, Yan Zhen picked up the pace. Moments later, Yun Xiu went limp and yielded obediently.
He slowly withdrew, then carried her utterly spent body to the pool’s edge. As he bent down to release her, his hands slipped from beneath her knees.
Without support, Yun Xiu slid powerlessly off him into the water, slumping lazily against the pool wall to catch her breath. Her eyes were glazed over, unfocused.
Huangfu Wenqing, watching from behind Yan Zhen, wore an expression of impressed confusion. Excitement and trepidation warred in her heart as she asked cautiously, “Master, are you all right?”
Hearing her disciple’s voice snapped Yun Xiu out of her daze. She glanced up to see Wenqing standing behind Yan Zhen, staring at her with wide-eyed wonder, and quickly squeezed her eyes shut, curling into herself like she was trying to escape.
“Don’t look at your master, Wenqing…”
Huangfu Wenqing swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to the imposing shaft that stood proud and dominant. The sinister dragon marks etched upon it emanated a wicked allure, sending her eyes into a haze as a fierce wave of desire surged through her body.
The girl leaned toward Yan Zhen’s ear and whispered sweetly, “Yan Zhen, I want to end up like Master too~”
He turned to his fiancée, scratching his cheek. “I might not be able to hold back. You won’t be getting out of bed tomorrow.”
“…I-I can handle it.”
“Tomorrow’s duel is crucial. We can’t half-ass it, or the others from Cloud Heaven Palace won’t buy it.”
“But I don’t want to wait anymore. I’ve waited so long already.”
“More importantly, I have something to ask you both. Let’s sit down first.”
Yan Zhen settled beside Yun Xiu, casually pulling her slick, supple form into his arms. He patted the spot on his other side, beckoning Huangfu Wenqing to join him, then drew her close as well.
One beauty in each arm: the voluptuous master on his left, the slimmer disciple on his right. The sensations were worlds apart—the true joy of a man with a harem.
Huangfu Wenqing nestled into Yan Zhen’s embrace, gazing at her master’s face so near at hand. A soft warmth bloomed in her chest, tamping down the tide of passion for the moment.
“What is it, Yan Zhen?”
Even Yun Xiu, feigning sleep, perked up her ears.
Yan Zhen spoke gravely. “You two master and disciple… you’re both reincarnators, aren’t you?”
The air went still.
Huangfu Wenqing guiltily lowered her head. Yun Xiu “slept” even more deeply.
“Looks like I guessed right.” Yan Zhen’s face soured. “No wonder you claimed love at first sight when we met, Wenqing. No wonder you didn’t mind me being a cripple back then. No wonder you altered our betrothal.”
Panic seized Huangfu Wenqing at his words. The bliss and sweetness she’d just tasted seemed about to slip away.
“It’s not like that, Yan Zhen! Listen to me explain—”
“Explain what?”
“In my past life, I did hurt you, but I’ve realized my mistake. After reincarnating, I’ve been doing everything to make up for it…” She wiped the tears from her eyes, sniffling pitifully. “I’ll keep doing it too. Let me stay by your side and make it up to you for life, okay?”
“Then what about hiding it from me all this time?”
“Um… I’ll give you my master as compensation?”
“Yun Xiu was mine to begin with.”
“It’s different! You have ‘Yun Xiu.’ I’ll give you my ‘fiancée’s master.'”
“You can do that?”
Yan Zhen lightly stroked his fiancée’s slender waist with one hand while pinching the soft flesh at Yun Xiu’s side with the other.
“What about you, Yun Xiu?”
Yun Xiu pressed her lips tight, silent as the grave, as if truly asleep. In her heart, though, she cursed her ungrateful disciple—after all these years of doting!
Yan Zhen had pinpointed the Palace Lord’s weakness. The stunning beauty in her post-coital bliss let out a faint grunt.
“Pretend to sleep again, and I won’t hold back.”
Pinned at her vulnerable spot, Yun Xiu couldn’t keep up the act. She opened her eyes, met his gaze for a split second, then quickly looked away, murmuring weakly, “Sorry~”
“That’s it?” Yan Zhen grumbled. “If you’re a reincarnator, why did you get hurt again in the Demonic Dragon Mountain Range?”
“I-I didn’t mean to deceive you. It was Jiu Youyue who ambushed me and sealed my acupoints. She faked her injury to get you to take care of us.”
Yun Xiu promptly sold out Jiu Youyue. Better a friend than herself. But Yan Zhen only grew angrier.
“Jiu Youyue too?! How are all of you reincarnators? And I’m the only one in the dark?”
“N-No, you misunderstand! Back then, we each thought the other was the only reincarnator. It was too unbelievable to explain outright, so we didn’t come clean… I planned to tell you everything after the duel—Mm~ S-Stop pinching! I was wrong, okay?”
“Not okay?”
“Ah~ No, it’s my fault. Not there, Yan Zhen~”
Grumbling, Yan Zhen released Yun Xiu. She pouted like a kitten, her face flushed as she panted. Then, appeasingly, she licked and kissed his neck.
“I didn’t mean to hide it from you. I just didn’t know how to bring it up. Don’t be mad, okay?”
Seeing this, Huangfu Wenqing mimicked her master, licking and kissing the other side of Yan Zhen’s neck to show her own contrition.
“Come on, Yan Zhen, calm down.”
With beauties murmuring soft pleas in both ears, how could Yan Zhen stay mad? He sighed helplessly.
System-chan was still upgrading, the progress bar over halfway. Who knew when it’d finish.
Such a huge revelation, and it drops the ball at the clutch moment. This System-chan was about as reliable as that deadweight teammate who only shows up after the squad wipes, then feeds the enemy the win.
“Tired. I want to sleep.”
Yan Zhen leaned his head back and shut his eyes lazily.
Yun Xiu chided him affectionately. “Not here—it’ll be uncomfortable. Let’s go to the bed.”
Huangfu Wenqing chimed in. “Yan Zhen, don’t be sulky.”
“It’s not sulking. It’s this thing—make it go away.”
Both women blushed simultaneously, then exchanged a glance.
Huangfu Wenqing ventured, “Master, teach your disciple how?”
Yun Xiu bit her lip, hesitating for a long moment before sighing and reaching out. “You start like this…”
