“How’s the water temperature, Yan Zhen?”
“It’s just right.”
Yan Zhen turned his head to look at Mentor Aunt on his right. She had taken off those slightly dorky silver-framed oval glasses, revealing a bewitchingly gorgeous face. Her silky white hair was simply pinned up.
His gaze drifted downward. Dazzlingly pale skin met his eyes. Above the waterline, her slender neck, fragrant shoulders, and delicate collarbones exuded sensuality. Below it, her full breasts, slim waist, and perky hips stirred the heart.
She seemed a bit shy but didn’t try to cover herself, like a snow lotus bashfully blooming.
Though she was already a mature beauty in her early thirties, she carried a hint of youthful innocence. The blend of those qualities sparked an intense desire for possession.
Yan Zhen blinked, feeling that this was Mentor Aunt’s truest self. The cold, stern ice queen Grand Mentor was just her professional facade.
Shui Bailan grew even redder under his stare.
“Is there something on my face, Yan Zhen?”
Yan Zhen smiled faintly.
“Auntie looks even prettier than usual.”
“Really?” Shui Bailan felt a flutter of joy in her heart as she touched her cheek. “It must be because I took off the glasses. I always felt they didn’t suit me anyway.”
“Then why wear them?” Yan Zhen asked, puzzled. “Come to think of it, you’ve worn glasses before too, haven’t you, Mentor?”
“My cultivation revolves around Ice Mystic Force. I’m skilled at creating Ice Mirrors to fight enemies, but without special glasses, I’d end up confusing myself. As for Xuan’er, she’s probably just sealing away her beauty to avoid attracting unwanted attention.”
“I think you look good either way, Mentor—with or without glasses. They’re different kinds of beauty. Of course, so are you, Auntie.”
Shui Bailan smiled radiantly.
“Such a sweet talker. No wonder you’ve got Xuan’er all head over heels.”
Yan Zhen looked a bit smug.
“Heh heh, and what about you, Auntie?”
Shui Bailan immediately ducked her head in embarrassment.
“Ahem, ahem!”
Dean Yu Qing coughed loudly from the other side, as if reminding Yan Zhen it was time to compliment a different beauty. So he turned to her.
Unlike the mature, alluring, and graceful Mentor Aunt, Little Aunt Dean had a lithe figure that gave off the vibe of a fresh-out-of-the-nest girl. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with bright confidence.
Even now, flushed with shyness, she lifted her chin defiantly, refusing to back down. She just kept her legs pressed together and her arms subtly covering the rosy peaks of her breasts.
A total tsundere young lady temperament. If this were a fantasy world, Little Aunt Dean would be the blonde twin-tails drill-head type, strutting around arrogantly to provoke the protagonist—only to get thoroughly thrashed and end up whimpering in defeat.
She must have been spoiled rotten by Elder Great-Aunt, never suffering any real setbacks on her path, which forged that personality.
For now, she could still put up a fight. But once she broke through to the Mystic Lord Realm, he’d punch her into tears and see how long she cried.
Yan Zhen thought with a touch of malice.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Dean Yu Qing cracked under the scrutiny and snapped at him out of habit. “Keep it up and I’ll give you a pair of panda eyes, you little pervert!”
Yan Zhen was surprised.
“Little Aunt knows about pandas too?”
Did this world even have pandas? If it did, they’d probably be called Iron-Eaters or something.
Dean Yu Qing puffed up proudly.
“I’m the knowledgeable Outer Court Dean—what don’t I know?”
Shui Bailan immediately exposed her best friend.
“Yu Qing loves spirit beasts. She watches footage of them on the Reflecting Light Mirror all the time, so she’s familiar with that stuff.”
“Bailan! Whose side are you on anyway?”
“It’s not like it’s a secret. Besides, it’s pretty cute.”
Yan Zhen hadn’t known Little Aunt Dean had this hobby—it wasn’t in the script. Curious, he asked, “If you like spirit beasts, why not raise one?”
Dean Yu Qing replied coolly with two words: “No time.” Shui Bailan explained,
“She doesn’t know how to care for them. They all die on her. Ever since Crocodile Tyrant passed away, she hasn’t kept another one.”
Crocodile Tyrant? Yan Zhen broke out in a sweat. What kind of pet was that? He’d imagined something fluffy and chubby.
Noticing Yan Zhen’s weird look, Dean Yu Qing felt utterly mortified. She sank into the water with a gurgle and snuck behind Shui Bailan, her little hands mercilessly pinching at her breasts.
“Eek!”
Shui Bailan let out a sharp yelp from the sneak attack.
“I’ll get you for spilling my secrets, you traitorous, heartless vixen!”
“Wait, Yu Qing—”
The two women tussled playfully, their splashing sending sprays of water everywhere and glimpses of bare skin flashing by. Yan Zhen’s ears burned and his heart raced.
Yan Zhen – Second Master: ┗|｀O′|┛ Aoo~~
Yan Zhen – Main Body: You’ve been on vacation lately—stop overworking yourself!
Splash.
A wave hit Yan Zhen in the face as the playful duo collided into him. Their fragrant, soft, tender, and slippery bodies pressed tightly against his.
Yan Zhen didn’t hold back. His arms swept out dominantly, pulling them both into his embrace.
The two women froze stiff, instantly stopping their horseplay. Blushing furiously, they huddled together, resting their heads on Yan Zhen’s shoulders.
Yan Zhen cupped one in each hand, comparing them.
“Auntie’s are a bit bigger in size, but Little Aunt’s are springier. Each has its charms.”
Dean Yu Qing and Shui Bailan felt a tingling numbness shoot straight to their hearts, dulling their thoughts. To avoid letting embarrassing sounds escape, they pressed their lips tight and squeezed their eyes shut, letting him have his fun.
After a good while, Yan Zhen finally gave them a break. He seemed to sigh.
“Both Auntie and Little Aunt are powerful cultivators with peerless beauty—Heaven’s Proud Daughters with hordes of admirers inside and outside the academy, including plenty of outstanding Heaven’s Proud Sons. So why pick me of all people?”
Dean Yu Qing opened her eyes and glared at the brazen little pervert.
“Don’t get cocky. We’re just making do with you for now—ah~!”
Before she finished, her most sensitive spot was tweaked. Dean Yu Qing bit her lip hard, not daring to keep talking, though she cursed him inwardly as a little scoundrel.
Shui Bailan lightly stroked Yan Zhen’s chest muscles, gazing up at his side profile—which was evolving from handsome boy to dashing man—and whispered,
“I never imagined things would turn out like this. It’s all fated. I know it’ll be hard for you to fully accept it right away, but I’ll wait patiently—ah! D-did I say something wrong?”
Seeing her aggrieved expression, Yan Zhen snorted coldly.
“Auntie’s being too humble. It makes me sound like the bad guy.”
Shui Bailan shot him a coquettish glance.
“Should I act like Yu Qing then?”
Yan Zhen pursed his lips.
“Little Aunt’s too arrogant. Not cute at all.”
Shui Bailan couldn’t help but smile at that, while Dean Yu Qing fumed.
“You—mm~!”
Instantly silenced.
Dean Yu Qing was mortified but couldn’t fight back.
Seeing her best friend deflated put a schadenfreude smirk on Shui Bailan’s face—until that certain someone’s hands turned on her next.
Shui Bailan gazed at her beloved youth with misty, seductive eyes. Her slender fingers trailed to his lips, sliding gently across them.
“Yan Zhen…”
“Yeah?”
“I… I want to kiss you.”
“Oh.”
“…”
Seeing his teasing smile, Shui Bailan could hold back no longer. She tilted her head up and pressed her lips to his.
