Perhaps it was male pride kicking in, but Yan Zhen didn’t want the four women to think he only had their bodies on his mind. That was why he had deliberately played the part of the perfect gentleman.
Unfortunately, he might have laid it on a bit thick. Instead of appreciating his restraint, the women grew uneasy, wondering if they held no charm in his eyes after all.
Seeing their pitiful, aggrieved expressions tugged at Yan Zhen’s heart. He apologized profusely, then proved his sincerity with actions rather than words.
The bed curtains fell, enclosing the luxurious canopy bed. Inside, Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er lay limp on the inner side, their breasts rising and falling unevenly with each breath, their legs still trembling faintly. Only Yan Ruyu and Xiao Xinyan remained entwined with Yan Zhen.
One sat astride his lap, her arms looped around his neck as she rocked back and forth. The other perched behind him, planting endless kisses along his neck, shoulders, and back.
It went on for a long while before the sounds finally died down. Yan Ruyu and Xiao Xinyan collapsed lazily beside the others, their pretty faces flushed with satisfaction.
Watching from nearby, Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er felt a twinge of reluctance. Cousin Ruyu’s strength was one thing, but how had petty Senior Sister Xinyan managed to last so long?
Yan Zhen chuckled and pinched their cheeks, thinking to himself that Senior Sister Xinyan had lasted because she’d spent most of the time kissing him—her actual performance had been about the same as Senior Sister Xue’er’s.
In any case, Meng’er was always dead last, folding after one thrust. Cousin Ruyu, even among all his confidantes, ranked near the top. The moment she mounted up, she exuded a warrior’s dominance, growing fiercer with every round.
Night had fallen, leaving the room dimly lit save for the seductive glow of the bedside lamp.
Yan Zhen slid naked from the bed and flicked a thread of mystic power at the glowstone embedded in the ceiling, bringing its light to life.
He grabbed the water pitcher from the table, poured himself a cup of cool water, and drained it in one go. Then, pitcher in hand and cup at the ready, he returned to the bed. First, he dropped a stamina recovery pill into the pitcher and let it dissolve. Next, he poured some into a cup and fed it to each of them in turn.
After drinking the medicated water, the four women perked up a bit. They fetched clean towels to wipe down Yan Zhen and themselves, then pulled him down to lie among them. They cuddled and murmured sweet nothings as they basked in the afterglow.
Yan Zhen told them that within half a year, he would become the Saint Son of Jialan Holy Land. At that point, he would bring them there to cultivate.
The women were thrilled yet surprised—it was far too soon. In his previous life as a reincarnator, Yan Zhen hadn’t earned that title until after they had graduated and gone to the Holy Land for advanced studies.
“Something happen?” one of them asked.
“Jialan Fairy is a reincarnator too, so she took me as her disciple.”
To spare them worry, Yan Zhen glossed over the recent drama and gave them a simple rundown.
Suddenly, it all made sense.
“Tomorrow, I’ll take you to visit Big Aunt Yu Yan and Little Aunt Yu Qing,” Yan Zhen said, lightly stroking the smooth backs of Meng’er and Senior Sister Xue’er. “For the next six months, I’ll be focusing on cultivation and might not come see you. If you run into any trouble, go to them for help.”
The four women nodded obediently.
“Don’t feel awkward about it,” he added. “Big Aunt Yu Yan and Little Aunt Yu Qing… well, cough… they’re already your sisters now.”
The women, who had been listening intently and on the verge of agreeing, froze. Their eyes widened in shock and confusion as they stared at Yan Zhen.
“Cousin, what are you saying?”
“Mentor Yu Xuan’s big aunt and little aunt too—?”
“Are you running a fever or something? Talking nonsense?”
“Junior Brother Yan Zhen, this is…”
They had steeled themselves to meet his other “sisters,” but those two were Mentor Yu Xuan’s actual elders!
Yan Zhen felt mortified, his toes curling in embarrassment. But he couldn’t dodge the truth—they needed to know ahead of time.
“It’s a long story. Things just… happened that way by accident. It’s not just Big Aunt Yu Yan and Little Aunt Yu Qing—Aunt Shui Bailan too. She’s staying at the Holy Land for now and won’t be back anytime soon.”
“…Does Mentor Yu Xuan know?”
“Of course.”
“And she’s not mad?”
“She was furious at first, but she’s come around.”
“You sly little devil, Yan Zhen.”
“Cough, cough—I didn’t make a move on them. It just… sort of happened naturally.”
“So how should we address them? Still ‘aunt’ or…?”
“Just stick with what you’re used to.”
“…”
An awkward silence descended.
Xiao Xinyan blinked, then ventured, “Don’t tell me Mentor Yu Xuan’s mother is—”
Yan Ruyu’s expression darkened as she shot Yan Zhen a sidelong glare. “Knowing your habits, it’s not impossible.”
Ahem, ahem! Yan Zhen coughed violently, ready to deny it—until he recalled that awkward bout of hiccups from before. Words failed him.
Even Yan Meng’er and Mi Xue’er, the hopeless romantics of the group, stared at him in speechless disbelief.
“Cousin…”
“Little Brother Yan Zhen…”
Yan Zhen cringed under their disdainful gazes, covering his face with his hands.
Yan Ruyu snorted coldly. “Don’t even think about my mother, or I won’t let you off!”
Yan Meng’er nodded vigorously. “Auntie’s old, ugly, and nagging. You better not go falling for her, Cousin.”
Yan Zhen nearly spat blood at their words. “What the hell are you two on about? Do you think I’m that kind of guy? And Meng’er, badmouthing your aunt behind her back again? Watch out or I’ll tattle.”
Yan Meng’er stuck out her tongue.
Yan Ruyu turned her face away.
That set Mi Xue’er thinking. She suddenly remembered her own mother once joking that if she’d met Little Brother Yan Zhen twenty years earlier, her father would have been out of the picture. Had she meant it?
Xiao Xinyan silently thanked her lucky stars. Thankfully, her mother had never crossed paths with Junior Brother Yan Zhen. Otherwise, with that woman’s shameless personality…
Both women shivered at the thought.
“Little Brother Yan Zhen, you can’t go seducing my mom.”
“N-No, exactly!”
Yan Zhen’s face turned pitch black. What the hell was in their heads? How did they even come up with this? Conversation over.
“I’m done talking to you lot. I’m going to sleep!”
“Meng’er’s sleepy too, Cousin. Gimme a goodnight kiss~”
“Scram!”
“Pleeease~”
“…”
The next morning, Yan Zhen rose early with the four women. They soaked in a hot bath together, did a bit of morning exercise, then changed into fresh clothes. He spent a full incense stick’s worth of time waiting for these ladies to finish primping before leading them to the Dean’s Building to visit Big Aunt Yu Yan and Little Aunt Yu Qing.
In their previous lives, Yan Meng’er, Yan Ruyu, and Mi Xue’er had all worked at Holy Land Academy and were somewhat acquainted with Mentor Yu Xuan’s elders. Now, with their newfound “sisterly” bond, they warmed up quickly.
Meng’er especially—sweet-natured and silver-tongued—quickly won Big Aunt Yu Yan’s favor. The two hit it off unexpectedly well.
Seeing them get along so well eased Yan Zhen’s mind at last.
Now he could return to cultivation without worry.
