Yan Zhen was led by the hand by Mentor Yu Xuan into her private office, which was filled with the fragrant scent wafting from her body.
Mentor Yu Xuan gestured for Yan Zhen to sit in her chair, then closed the door behind her. Without preamble, she said, “Take off your pants. I’ll treat the wound on your leg first.”
Yan Zhen’s face flushed red as he politely refused. “It’s just a minor injury, Mentor. No need to go to such trouble.”
“It’s minor now, but there’s residual mystic power from a Mystic Master lingering at the wound site. If you don’t dispel it promptly, the injury will keep worsening until his mystic power fully dissipates. Do you want to be in pain for several days?”
“Uh, I-I can dispel it myself.”
“You’re only at the Mystic Initiate Realm. Dispelling a Mystic Master’s mystic power isn’t that easy.”
“Er.”
In truth, it was quite easy for him. After all, he had refined the Gold-Silver Fire, making it a simple matter to scatter foreign mystic power within his body.
But he couldn’t explain that. Though he trusted Mentor Yu Xuan, Yan Zhen had no intention of revealing his trump card.
Always keeping an ace up one’s sleeve was essential for any xianxia protagonist!
“Don’t be shy. Hurry up and take off your pants.”
As she spoke, Mentor Yu Xuan squatted down right in front of Yan Zhen and reached for his belt, deftly unfastening it.
At this moment, she exuded an aura of unquestionable authority, utterly different from her usual gentle and alluring demeanor. It felt refreshingly novel.
So she had this side to her too. The script hadn’t mentioned it at all.
Seeing how tense she looked, Yan Zhen released his grip on the waistband of his pants, letting Mentor Yu Xuan pull them down. He was still wearing his boxer shorts patterned with long-trunked little elephants, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
On one side of his thigh was a patch of dark red bruising, glaringly obvious.
Mentor Yu Xuan extended her tender white jade-like finger and gently stroked over the wound.
“Ah!”
Yan Zhen flinched in pain, his body jerking as he cried out.
Mentor Yu Xuan glanced at him, then circulated her Water Mystic Force, gathering it in her palm before pressing it lightly against the spot.
“Bear with it. It won’t hurt for long.”
Yan Zhen’s eyes bulged. He managed to stifle his scream, but his expression twisted into something bizarre.
Mentor Yu Xuan massaged the wound as gently as possible, dispersing the residual mystic power left by Zhang Wei.
With her Five-Star Mystic Master cultivation and the special properties of Water Mystic Force, it wasn’t difficult. Soon, she had cleared it all away.
A moment later, the bruising faded, revealing the superficial scrape beneath.
Mentor Yu Xuan took out some ointment from her storage ring and applied it with a small wooden stick.
Yan Zhen furrowed his brow, hissing through his teeth.
Though the bruising had dissipated and it didn’t hurt as much as before, it was still quite uncomfortable.
The two of them focused—one on treating, the other on enduring—unaware that a pair of sly, mischievous eyes outside the window was staring at them in utter shock.
During the lunch break, Yan Meng’er had been waiting at the entrance to the beginner class for her cousin to come find her. When he didn’t show up after a long wait, and she heard from other students that something had happened up ahead—involving Mentor Yu Xuan losing her temper—she hurried over. She arrived just in time to see Mentor Yu Xuan pulling her Cousin Yan Zhen away.
Yan Meng’er quickly pieced together what had happened and followed them. Before she could even say hello, she watched as Mentor Yu Xuan and her cousin entered the office and locked the door!
When she circled around to the side window and peered through a gap in the curtains, this was the scene that greeted her:
Her Cousin Yan Zhen was sitting in the mentor’s chair without his pants on, while Mentor Yu Xuan squatted shamelessly at his knees, her hands gripping something. With her movements, Cousin Yan Zhen kept gasping, looking like he was in ecstasy down to his bones!
It was enough to shock Meng’er for a whole year!
Earlier, when Yan Meng’er had seen her cousin enter Mentor Yu Xuan’s room and not emerge for a long time, she had grown suspicious but hadn’t suspected anything improper. After all, a girl in love naturally felt a bit vigilant around pretty women near her crush.
But she never imagined that her cousin and Mentor Yu Xuan had already progressed this far—and they’d only known each other for less than ten days!
Was Mentor Yu Xuan’s charm really that overwhelming? Surpassing her by over a decade in just ten days!
She had only just kissed her cousin on the lips, and here Mentor Yu Xuan was already kissing the important spot. She hadn’t even deliberately touched it herself.
Yan Meng’er felt incredibly wronged.
Sure, Mentor Yu Xuan was beautiful with a great figure, a gentle personality, excellent cooking skills, and the status of a mentor. But she wasn’t bad either—she had a baby face with massive breasts, had become much more well-behaved lately, and her cooking might not be top-tier but was definitely among the best for her age. Plus, she was his cousin with a bit of blood relation.
How had she been overtaken so thoroughly all at once?
Huangfu Wenqing had gotten ahead of her, and now Mentor Yu Xuan too. It was just too unfair!
—Cousin was a big dummy!
Yan Meng’er couldn’t bear to watch any longer. She stormed off, fuming and teary-eyed.
Inside the room, Mentor Yu Xuan finished applying the ointment to Yan Zhen’s leg and put it away. Next, she examined his left ear.
The earlobe was only lightly scraped, but it had swollen noticeably. Ears were more delicate than thighs, with denser nerves, so the pain was doubled.
Mentor Yu Xuan moved behind Yan Zhen. The moment her fingers brushed his ear, he shrank back with a yelp.
“Does it hurt that much?”
Yan Zhen forced out an ugly smile. “Maybe my ears are just extra sensitive.”
—Damn it, I want to skip this!
Right—if he treated it himself without interacting with others, he should be able to skip it!
Yan Zhen’s eyes lit up. “Mentor, why don’t I handle it myself? It’s easier to endure when you’re doing it to yourself.”
“How would you even do that? You can see the wound on your leg, but your ear isn’t convenient.” Mentor Yu Xuan chided him lightly. “Let your mentor handle it. I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
“But it still hurts a lot.”
“There’s a way that won’t hurt.” As she said this, Mentor Yu Xuan’s cheeks tinted pink. “Close your eyes and don’t overthink it.”
Yan Zhen was a bit puzzled but complied.
After a brief hesitation, Mentor Yu Xuan leaned down. Her right hand covered his eyes from behind while her left cradled his chin. Then her lips parted slightly, and her soft, rosy petals silently enveloped his earlobe.
A gentle surge of Water Mystic Force flowed from her mouth. As her nimble tongue danced over his earlobe, it steadily seeped into the wound, dispelling the foreign mystic power and clearing the bruising.
Yan Zhen’s body jolted. He understood what she was doing after just a moment of confusion. Remaining seated, he didn’t dare move a muscle.
A mix of sharp pain, tingling numbness, and slippery smoothness emanated from his ear, heating his brain and blurring his consciousness. It felt like a soul-draining device was clamped over his head.
Only after a good while did Mentor Yu Xuan release her mouth, breathing lightly as she asked, “Does it still hurt, Yan Zhen?”
Yan Zhen slumped limply against the back of the chair, a thread of glistening saliva at the corner of his mouth, his gaze dazed.
“N-No, it doesn’t.”
“Is that so?”
Mentor Yu Xuan blinked her beautiful eyes, her gaze drifting. “It looks like there’s still some bruising left. To be safe, let’s make sure it’s all gone.”
“Ah—huh?”
Before Yan Zhen could recover, his injured left ear was once again enveloped by the wet, soft warmth of her mouth.
