Yan Zhen truly hadn’t intended for things to go this way when he emerged from seclusion. But he could tell that Little Aunt Yu Qing and Aunt Bai Lan were both uneasy because of Cai Lian—especially Little Aunt.
Some people were timid when it came to emotions. They only dared to like those who liked them first. Until they confirmed the other person’s feelings, they would never admit their own, no matter how strong they ran.
Little Aunt Yu Qing was exactly like that.
Mere verbal promises weren’t enough to set their minds at ease, so Yan Zhen had gone along with their wishes and taken their bodies.
“Sigh, I’ve broken another precept. Master won’t really punish me this time, will she?”
Though the beautiful female master had accepted his proposal, she was still his master. Her expectations in cultivation wouldn’t loosen even slightly because of that.
“Whatever. Time to rest first. I haven’t slept properly in days.”
Yan Zhen patted the bedsheet. It was damp, but barely tolerable. The blanket, however, was a lost cause—he’d thrown it over the sheet earlier.
Most of the mess was Little Aunt Yu Qing’s doing. As a water-attribute mystic cultivator and a Mystic Ancestor expert at that, she was juicy and tender beyond even his mentor.
“Good thing I planned ahead.”
Yan Zhen climbed out of bed, fetched a fresh blanket from the wardrobe, and draped it over the two beautiful elders. Then he slipped between them and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Unbeknownst to him, a spatial rift slowly opened after he drifted off. Yu Shizun, her face veiled, stepped out from within.
Taking in the disheveled scene on the bed, she frowned slightly and murmured to herself, “Looks like I’ve come at a bad time again.”
But how was this Yu Qing and Bai Lan? Things had progressed that quickly?
“Can’t understand these youngsters these days.”
She shook her head and retreated into the spatial rift, vanishing from sight.
The night passed quietly.
In a daze, Yan Zhen felt like he’d returned to his childhood. Back then, he had a white cat and a black dog that would lick him awake every morning. Still half-asleep, he’d drag the dog along while hugging the cat for their daily walk.
He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar bed canopy, momentarily disoriented. But he quickly remembered where he was. Glancing left and right, he saw that Little Aunt Yu Qing and Aunt Bai Lan were gone. Peering under the blanket, he met two pairs of hazy, innocent eyes.
Before Yan Zhen could speak, Dean Yu Qing flushed crimson and yanked the blanket back up to cover them both.
Yan Zhen gave a wry smile.
Their first night together, and they were already pleasing him like this. How could these mature, composed elders be so adorable?
“Little Aunt, Aunt, come out. I want a kiss.”
Two muffled whines came from under the covers. They ignored him, seemingly focused on figuring out how to do better.
Yan Zhen simply closed his eyes again, savoring the earnest yet clumsy double attention.
It was a long while before the two women emerged, shooting him reproachful glares.
“Not satisfied yet?”
“Little scoundrel, are you doing this on purpose?”
Yan Zhen beamed with pride. “On purpose~”
Still smug about it… The women huffed and dove back under.
“Do that again and we won’t help you.”
“Exactly.”
Yan Zhen chuckled leisurely. “I need to see Aunt and Little Aunt to get in the mood.”
No response, but the little hands clutching the blanket withdrew.
Yan Zhen lifted the blanket once more, patted their heads, and said, “Enough fussing. Let’s go wash up in the bath.”
The two women rose obediently, one arm covering their ample chests. Their eyes held a shy yet alluring gaze as they looked at Yan Zhen. Seeing him stretch out his arms lazily, each grabbed one and pulled him to his feet.
The three of them stepped off the bed, the thin blanket draped over them like a wrap, covering everything perfectly.
In the bathroom, Dean Yu Qing released Yan Zhen’s arm. She crouched by the pool, dipped her hand into the water, and circulated her power. The entire pool came to a boil.
This was her mystic power trait, “Boiling Water”—manifesting as water but concealing a fire attribute within.
Seeing this, Shui Bailan exhaled a breath of icy chill, cooling the temperature just a touch.
One hot, one cold—the water was perfect.
The trio slipped into the pool and sat shoulder to shoulder against the edge, just as they had the night before.
But things were different now. Last night, their feelings had been ambiguously flirtatious. Today, they had confirmed their hearts and joined deeply as one.
“It feels like a dream.” Shui Bailan nestled in Yan Zhen’s arms and murmured, “I thought I’d have to wait longer before you’d accept me.”
Yan Zhen gently stroked the soft flesh at her waist. “Aunt is both beautiful and gentle. Any man would be moved—and I’m no exception.”
“Smooth talker.” Shui Bailan pouted coquettishly. “You were completely indifferent before. I had to beg and plead…”
Yan Zhen scratched his cheek. “Er, my bad. I should’ve noticed Aunt’s charms sooner. Won’t happen again.”
A familiar “Hmph~” came from the other side. Little Aunt was at it again.
“A man’s words are as deceptive as ghosts.”
Yan Zhen shot her a sidelong glance. “Little Aunt’s already sick of me?”
Dean Yu Qing tilted her head against his shoulder, eyes blissfully narrowed. “Always have been.”
“Then no more kisses from now on.”
“Who says? I’m kissing you anyway. What’re you gonna do? You can’t beat me.”
“Heh, not sure who was begging for mercy last night.”
At that, Dean Yu Qing’s face turned beet red. She’d never imagined herself so helpless, reduced to a ragdoll for this little scoundrel to maneuver.
Utterly humiliating, no matter how you sliced it.
“T-That was because I had no experience! Once I get the hang of it, we’ll see who taps out first!”
“Oh? And how will Little Aunt ‘get the hang of it’?” Yan Zhen grinned wickedly. “Force yourself on me? No way, no way~ Good girls don’t do that.”
Dean Yu Qing realized she’d said something even more embarrassing. Furious and mortified, she lunged to nip his cheek.
“Whoa, Little Aunt, you got a dog’s bite or what?”
Yan Zhen hastily dodged toward Aunt Bai Lan.
Dean Yu Qing planted a big, sloppy kiss instead.
Shui Bailan watched their playful tussle with a smile, her heart brimming with sweetness.
She’d never dreamed of a day like this—cuddling with her best friend in the same man’s arms, feeling such pure happiness.
She couldn’t quite pinpoint what she loved about Yan Zhen. She just knew that with him around, her mood lifted, especially when he bantered with Yu Qing. She couldn’t help but smile.
That time he’d risked his life to save her had merely cracked open her defenses. Even before then, she’d held strong affection for him.
“This is wonderful~”
With that thought, she leaned in for a kiss of her own.
The three of them frolicked in the bath for a full hour before emerging. Afterward, under the attentive care of his two beautiful elders, Yan Zhen donned fresh clothes. He shared farewell kisses with them before returning to his cave dwelling.
The dwelling was still empty. Yan Zhen perked himself up and entered the Fire Refining Starry Sky.
He planned to explain the situation with the Yu Family elders to the beautiful female master.
Just then, his messaging talisman chimed.
Yan Zhen pulled it out and saw it was from Yu Shizun.
【Yu Shishi: You free?】
Not just this one—there’d been a message last night too. Had Yu Shizun wanted to see him then?
“Right, Yu Shizun’s treatment. It’s been nearly a month since our last dual cultivation. Oh no…”
Yan Zhen hurriedly replied that he was available. Moments later, a spatial rift yawned open before him, and the veiled Yu Shizun stepped forth.
