Dean Yu Qing stared blankly at the two people locked in a passionate kiss. She gulped nervously, her thoughts drifting far away.
Would this little scoundrel kiss her too? Or would she have to take the initiative before he made a move?
It took a good while before the two finally parted reluctantly, their gazes hazy as they stared into each other’s eyes.
Dean Yu Qing felt as though she had waited an eternity. Seeing them finally break apart set her heart fluttering wildly.
Was it coming? Was it finally her turn?
Sure enough, Yan Zhen slowly turned his head toward her. His burning gaze made it impossible for her to refuse whatever he might ask.
Dean Yu Qing hurriedly closed her eyes and tilted her chin up slightly, ready to receive the kiss that was surely on its way.
But she waited and waited, with no sweet press of lips against hers. So she opened her eyes again, blinking in confusion, her expression utterly bewildered.
There was Yan Zhen, giving her a knowing smile without a word. Realization dawned on her in an instant, and her face flushed crimson.
“What are you doing, Little Aunt? Don’t tell me you want a kiss from me?”
Dean Yu Qing bit her lower lip, feeling deeply aggrieved yet unable to lash out without reason. All she could do was lie through her teeth.
“N-No, I don’t.”
“In that case, I must have been presumptuous. I’ll just kiss Aunt Bai Lan instead.”
“…”
Before Dean Yu Qing could say another word, Yan Zhen leaned in and kissed Shui Bailan. His movements were gentle and meticulous, drawing a lovely hum from her best friend, whose face was alight with pleasure.
It should have been her turn. This wasn’t fair at all.
Dean Yu Qing watched the kissing pair with pitiful, jealous eyes. Her body and heart alike stirred restlessly, envy gnawing at her fiercely.
Another kiss ended, and Shui Bailan collapsed limply into Yan Zhen’s arms, her beautiful eyes so alluring they seemed about to drip with desire. Even after they parted, she leaned in to pepper his cheeks and chin with lingering kisses.
What made it even worse for Dean Yu Qing was that Yan Zhen released his hold on her with his right arm. He tenderly tucked a damp strand of hair behind Shui Bailan’s ear, as if the pool held only the two of them and she was nothing but an outsider.
Wu… A faint whimper escaped Dean Yu Qing’s throat, so soft even she didn’t notice it.
When Yan Zhen turned back to her again, he found his sulky little aunt on the verge of tears, looking for all the world like a pet abandoned by its owner.
Yan Zhen blinked, feigning sudden realization.
“Does Little Aunt want to kiss Aunt Bai Lan too? I can lend her to you for a bit.”
Dean Yu Qing couldn’t hold back any longer.
“You… you’re just a big bully!”
With that, she finally took the offensive, pursing her red lips and leaning in to claim his.
To her shock, Yan Zhen dodged, then said righteously,
“What are you doing, Little Aunt? Don’t tell me you’re trying to steal a kiss from me. That’s not right.”
Humiliated and furious, Dean Yu Qing ignored him. She cupped the face of her beloved young man with both hands, preventing any escape, and kissed him fiercely.
Mwah~
—Finally, she had kissed him.
Dean Yu Qing’s heart trembled. All her shame, tension, frustration, and resentment melted away like wisps of smoke, leaving only joy and bliss behind.
Like an obedient little kitten, she suckled at her lover’s lips, little muffled hums escaping her nose as she drank him in greedily.
Just as Dean Yu Qing tried to deepen the kiss, Yan Zhen suddenly pulled away. With a calm tone, he said,
“That’s enough. Kissing too long isn’t good.”
Dean Yu Qing’s arms looped around Yan Zhen’s neck. She licked her lips, which glistened temptingly in the light, plump and inviting.
Hearing his words, how could she not understand what this rascal was up to? She hesitated briefly, then flushed and murmured,
“I want… one more kiss.”
Her voice was tiny, but all three of them were powerful cultivators—they heard it crystal clear.
Shui Bailan narrowed her dewy eyes, a faint smile of relief on her pretty face. Her silly best friend had finally taken a step forward.
Yan Zhen grinned.
“Does Little Aunt want to kiss me that badly?”
Dean Yu Qing bowed her head and let out a barely audible “Mm.”
“I just can’t say no to you, Little Aunt. One more time it is, then.”
A strong arm wrapped around her waist once more. Dean Yu Qing’s heart leaped with joy, and she lifted her head to kiss him again, taking the lead.
This time, she was even more fervent, as if unleashing all the passion and longing pent up in her chest. Even Yan Zhen, that seasoned ladies’ man, found himself struggling to keep up.
—He recalled Mentor Yu Xuan doing the same. Were all the women of the Yu Family this skilled with their lips?
Luckily, Dean Yu Qing was a novice who didn’t know how to press her advantage. Once Yan Zhen’s sneaky hands strayed elsewhere, her rhythm broke. She quickly crumbled, ending up a boneless heap in his arms, softly panting.
Yan Zhen stopped teasing Little Aunt Yu Qing then. He nuzzled her hair tenderly, and she obligingly narrowed her eyes in contentment.
“Good Little Aunt gets a treat. Be naughty, and there won’t be any.”
Dean Yu Qing huffed in protest but didn’t argue back.
Shui Bailan pillowed her head on Yan Zhen’s left shoulder and reached out to stroke her best friend’s hair, soothing her emotions.
The three of them soaked in the pool, skin pressed to skin, their body heat steadily rising.
Suddenly, Shui Bailan spoke up.
“We’ve been soaking for quite a while now, Yan Zhen. Why don’t we get out?”
Yan Zhen asked innocently,
“Can’t wait any longer, Aunt?”
Shui Bailan buried her face in embarrassment and weakly protested,
“Of course not. I’m just worried we’ll get dizzy from staying in too long.”
Yan Zhen turned to the other side.
“What about you, Little Aunt? Ready to get out?”
Dean Yu Qing tried to sound nonchalant.
“Whatever… Though I am feeling a bit sleepy. Yawn~”
She even let out a little yawn for emphasis.
“Alright, then.”
Yan Zhen released the slender waists of Little Aunt Yu Qing and Aunt Bai Lan. He stood up from the water, then reached down to help the two beautiful elders out, leaving the bath together.
Hiss~
With a surge of mystic power, the water on their bodies evaporated in an instant, turning into a hazy white mist that filled the bedroom.
In the hazy mist, the young man pulled the two mature beauties to sit on the edge of the bed. He lowered the silk curtains on both sides, and their long night of passion began.
It was impossible to say how much time passed before the swaying of the bed curtains finally slowed to a halt, and the soft moans inside faded away.
Yan Zhen parted the curtains and reached out. With a gentle tug of spiritual power, the teapot on the table flew into his hand.
He grasped it with one hand and tilted it straight to his mouth, gulping down the entire pot to replenish his fluids before casually tossing the empty vessel back.
“Whew.”
Yan Zhen glanced at the two elder beauties now sleeping soundly, then at himself, a wry helplessness crossing his face.
These women in their thirties weren’t even as enduring as young girls—barely half an hour, and they were spent.
Little Aunt Yu Qing had only lasted a bit longer than Meng’er thanks to her superior cultivation. She was fierce on the outside, but when it counted, she fell short—an absolute case of all talk and no action.
No, wait—it wasn’t even that her talk was strong; her lips just weren’t up to the task.
As for Aunt Bai Lan, perhaps because their elemental affinities clashed, she was extra sensitive and hadn’t fared much better.
From now on, he’d probably need to pair up with his mentor or Great-Aunt Elder for a proper go.
The thought brought the image of Matriarch Mother-in-Law to mind, and Yan Zhen hurriedly shook his head.
—Things were outrageous enough already. Add her in, and his mentor might actually grab a kitchen knife.
“Come to think of it… I broke another taboo.”
