In the bedroom on the fifth floor of the Dean’s Building, a musky, fragrant scent filled the air within the canopy bed.
Elder Yu Yan lay flat on her back, her younger sister pressing down on top of her. The two sisters were stacked face-to-face, their dazed expressions nearly identical.
Yan Zhen slowly withdrew, kneeling on the bed as he let out a long breath.
He blinked, gazing at the breathtaking sight before him that seemed ready to drip with allure. A Mystic sense of conquest—and a faint thrill of taboo—swelled in his heart.
When he had first arrived at the academy, his mind had been filled with thoughts of Zi Xunyi and Long Ying. He had treated Little Aunt Yu Qing and Big Aunt Yu Yan as nothing more than ordinary mentors, never imagining a day like this would come, where he would have them stacked together and filled to bursting like cream puffs…
He had been serviced by Little Aunt Yu Qing and Aunt Shui Bailan before, but Little Aunt Yu Qing was more like a fated rival to him, while Aunt Shui Bailan was her rival’s close friend and the peacemaker between them. Big Aunt Yu Yan, however, was entirely different.
During his days cultivating in the Inner Academy, Big Aunt Yu Yan had taken meticulous care of him, Long Ying, Wenqing, and Zi Ji, perfectly embodying the role of a kind and gentle elder.
And now, he had done this to that kind elder—
Thinking of his beautiful female master and Mentor Yu Xuan, Yan Zhen began to wonder if he had some special fetish for his mentors.
“…”
Yan Zhen scratched his cheek and looked up to find that Little Aunt Yu Qing had already rolled off to lie beside Big Aunt Yu Yan. Both beautiful elders had their hands covering their foreheads, their soft lips parting to release hot, ragged breaths. Their pupils were refocusing, clearly pulling their awareness back from that euphoric paradise to reality.
Noticing Yan Zhen’s gaze, the two women hurriedly clamped their jade-like, perfectly straight legs together. A hint of fear appeared on their delicate faces.
Yan Zhen couldn’t help but smile wryly. He didn’t bother defending himself and instead asked with concern, “The treatment is over. How are you feeling, Big Aunt?”
Elder Yu Yan touched her lower abdomen. “It’s… all warm and toasty. Feels really comfortable, but a little numb too. Kind of strange.”
“That means the medicine is taking effect. Remember not to refine it—just let it absorb naturally.”
“Mmm, I’ll listen to you, Little Yan Zhen~”
“Rest for now.”
“Little Yan Zhen, why don’t you… lie down too?”
“Alright.”
The two beautiful elders thoughtfully made space for Yan Zhen to lie down. They then each hugged one of his arms, planting a fragrant kiss on him before drifting off to sleep.
Yan Zhen gave a shy smile and closed his eyes as well.
Around midnight, Yan Zhen woke to find that Little Aunt Yu Qing and Big Aunt Yu Yan had already gotten up. He was the only one left in the bedroom.
Yawning, he stretched lazily, got out of bed, and strolled to the bathroom. Sure enough, the sisters were soaking in the bath.
Without any shame, he joined them.
Fortunately, the tub was spacious enough for three, so it wasn’t too crowded. Yan Zhen leaned against the tub’s edge, an arm around each of them as he weighed their charms. He discovered that Big Aunt Yu Yan’s bosom was even more ample and playful—one moment of carelessness, and it would hide away again, requiring some coaxing to emerge once more.
It was just like Amaterasu Goddess from the myths of the Violet Forge Continent, hiding inside the Heavenly Rock Cave. Only when the other gods beat drums, sang, and danced would she come out.
—In short, utterly adorable!
Big Aunt Yu Yan had always projected an image of mature poise and gentle warmth. This cute side created a striking contrast.
Little Aunt Yu Qing, on the other hand… well, she was cute too. She was usually so fierce and haughty, like a spoiled young miss throwing her weight around. But once he got his hands on her, she surrendered without a fight, whimpering for mercy and doing whatever he wanted. Her contrast was just as sharp.
This realization suddenly made Yan Zhen suspect he was falling for a case of playing hard to get. After all, unlike Big Aunt Yu Yan, Little Aunt Yu Qing had been eyeing his body for a long time—quite the pervert!
Yan Zhen glanced to his right. Little Aunt Yu Qing was sulking at Second Master, jabbing at him repeatedly with her jade finger as if avenging an earlier shot. She looked just like a child.
Big Aunt Yu Yan, ever considerate, scooped warm water with her soft, tender hand and poured it over his chest, washing his body.
—No comparison, no harm. Big Aunt was the perfect wife and mother, while Little Aunt was a total rogue. Tsk tsk.
“You’ve worked hard, Little Yan Zhen. Are you still uncomfortable?”
“It’s fine, Big Aunt. I still need to check on those four girls.”
“I see… If you really are hurting, tell me. I—I know a little about it.”
“Thanks, Big Aunt.”
“I should be the one thanking you… I thought I’d spend the rest of my life alone. Having someone by my side feels wonderful.”
“—Too bad it’s a philandering carrot not worth entrusting your life to.”
Little Aunt Yu Qing suddenly cut in with her usual disdainful tone. Yan Zhen pursed his lips and shot back, “So why did you come over then, Little Aunt?”
“To keep you from ruining other good girls, obviously!”
Instant comeback!
“Oh? Does that make you a bad girl, Little Aunt?”
“How else would I handle a little scoundrel like you!”
She looked awfully smug. Yan Zhen chuckled coldly. “I, Yan Zhen, specialize in taming bad women!”
—Flying Dragon Probes Claw!
“Eek!”
“…”
Moments later, Little Aunt Yu Qing was meekly curled in Yan Zhen’s embrace, not daring to spout any more childish tough talk.
Elder Yu Yan watched the two “children” bicker with a fond smile. Seeing her little sister defeated by her lover, she reached out to pat her head consolingly.
As they soaked, the trio reignited the battle until dawn. Only then did Yan Zhen leave the Dean’s Little Building and head to the Yan Huang society’s headquarters.
Currently, Yan Huang consisted only of Yan Meng’er, Yan Ruyu, Mi Xue’er, and Xiao Xinyan—all Mystic Masters. Yan Ruyu and Mi Xue’er could barely hold their own against a Mystic General, so their collective strength was negligible in the Inner Academy. They had long lost the prestige of the Top Ten Societies, but they still held this vast headquarters unchallenged.
For one, Yan Zhen’s lingering reputation deterred anyone—no need to offend that legendary prodigy over a mere building. For another, the Top Ten Society Transformation Butterfly had extremely good relations with Yan Huang.
Yan Zhen arrived at Yan Huang’s headquarters and found the four women absent, so he headed to the Firmament Nine-Story Tower.
Firmament Nine-Story Tower.
The tower gates suddenly swung open. Yan Meng’er, Yan Ruyu, Mi Xue’er, and Xiao Xinyan emerged with the crowd.
“Phew~ Finally advanced. That was tough!”
“Congrats, Xue’er.”
“Sigh, with my past life’s experience, why can’t I just break through straight to Mystic King?”
“Meng’er, is your dream the kind you have during the day?”
“I’m just saying! Doesn’t Sister Xue’er want to restore her previous life’s cultivation directly?”
“Of course I do, but it’s just a pipe dream… By the way, a few days ago, I felt Little Brother Yan Zhen summoning me.”
“I sensed it too! Could something have happened to Cousin?”
“With Mentor Yu Xuan and She Ji there, he should be fine.”
“Ruyu’s right. Better to focus on cultivating than worry needlessly. Let’s enter the sacred grounds soon.”
“Hmph, you’re the one with the lowest cultivation, you petty little thing…”
“Wanna fight? Bring it!”
“Hey, Sister Xue’er, Senior Sister Xinyan—don’t fight~ If Cousin sees you like this, it’ll just worry him.”
Both women huffed in unison!
Yan Meng’er twitched at the corner of her mouth. “…In a way, you two are pretty in sync.”
As they spoke, a group of people suddenly blocked their path.
