Hearing him say that, Yun Xiu couldn’t help recalling that time in Cloud Heaven Palace when Yan Zhen had carried her just like this to find Wenqing. It had nearly mortified her.
There was no way she would agree. She shook her head repeatedly and glared at him stubbornly, her expression saying, “Bully me again, and I’ll bite you.” It was clear she was on the verge of getting angry.
Though Yan Zhen enjoyed teasing Yun Xiu, he wouldn’t truly upset her. So he changed his approach.
“Then should I call Wenqing over?”
“No!” Yun Xiu shook her head again. After a pause, she said shyly, “We… let’s finish up quickly. Then you can go visit Wenqing. No playing favorites. You’ve gone and charmed so many girls; this is the least you can do.”
Yan Zhen’s heart stirred with warmth. Tenderly, he said, “As you wish.”
Feeling her lover’s gentleness, Yun Xiu slowly began to sway her hips. She was still a bit reserved, but there was now an authentic rhythm to it. As she rocked, she leaned in to kiss him. Her eyes drifted half-closed, her lovely face alight with pleasure.
This was tremendous progress for her.
Yan Zhen matched Yun Xiu’s pace, sending waves rippling through the surrounding water. Moments later, he suddenly sensed a familiar presence outside the room. He was a bit surprised.
Yun Xiu, utterly immersed in the bliss, noticed nothing. She arched toward her lover in a classic beauty’s pose, offering herself invitingly. He couldn’t resist the temptation and dove in, making the Palace Lord quiver delicately as her soft moans rose like a tide.
Yun Xiu’s eyes seemed about to drip with moisture, reflecting Yan Zhen’s current posture. She especially loved it when he was this docile and sweet—because he was usually so overbearing, not the least bit adorable.
As the old gamer’s adage went, “lolis own daddies, and twinks melt cougars.” She’d first been drawn to his innocent, earnest charm. But after his cultivation advanced and he matured, he’d turned wicked: endless sweet talk and clever tricks to toy with both her and her disciple.
And yet they had fallen completely, trapped forever in his embrace~
It was a good long while before Yan Zhen lifted his head again. He whispered in her ear, “Let’s head to the bedroom, Yun Xiu. It’s too cramped here.”
Yun Xiu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Yan Zhen cupped her buttocks in both hands, her legs wrapping around his waist. Slowly, he rose from the water and stepped out of the tub.
With a splash, they trailed a puddle behind them.
Carrying Yun Xiu to the bed, Yan Zhen circulated Extreme Flame Mystic Power over his skin, instantly evaporating the moisture.
Steam billowed upward, cloaking the room in a thick white mist.
Just then, a muffled thud came from the door. Yun Xiu, still clinging to Yan Zhen, and Huangfu Wenqing lurking outside both jumped in unison.
Yan Zhen turned his head and spotted Huangfu Wenqing. Feigning surprise, he called out, “Wenqing?”
Yun Xiu’s breath caught. She twisted to look as well. “Eh?”
The green-haired girl in her green skirt shuffled awkwardly into the room, head bowed like a child caught red-handed.
“Yan Zhen, you’re out of seclusion. Master and I have been waiting for you forever.”
“Wenqing, when did you get here?”
“I… um… I sensed your aura, so I came to check. Just arrived, really.”
“…”
Yun Xiu was dumbfounded and speechless. Her inner panic made her body go rigid, which only heightened the sensation for Yan Zhen.
Feeling her disciple’s gaze wandering over her, Yun Xiu nearly lost her composure. She wriggled faintly. “Yan Zhen, quick—put me down.”
Yan Zhen planted a kiss on her. “Since Wenqing’s here now, there’s no rush. We can take our time… together.”
“No—don’t.”
Ignoring Yun Xiu’s protests, Yan Zhen turned to his fiancée. “Wenqing, you okay with that?”
Huangfu Wenqing blinked her beautiful eyes and murmured softly, “Of course~”
Her fiancée’s playful response sent Yan Zhen’s heart soaring. He carried Yun Xiu to the edge of the bed and shot Huangfu Wenqing a meaningful glance.
She bit her lip, a flicker of excitement in her eyes. Following her fiancé’s cue, she knelt behind her master’s hips.
She much preferred playing support over taking center stage—a natural backup dynamo!
Truth be told, watching other women get cozy with Yan Zhen thrilled her to no end. When the woman was her own master, it added that delicious taboo edge, plus the pure joy of shipping the ultimate power couple. Simply irresistible~
—In her past life, she’d secretly hoped her master would end up with Yan Zhen… and take her along for the ride.
Yun Xiu sensed something was off and hurriedly said, “Wait, Wenqing—don’t listen to him—mmph!”
Her words cut off abruptly as Yan Zhen sealed her mouth with his own. To make matters worse, her disciple joined the fray from behind, teaming up with her lover in a devastating pincer attack.
It wasn’t long before Yun Xiu surrendered utterly, slumping in Yan Zhen’s arms like a broken doll.
But Yan Zhen showed no mercy. He spun her around to face Huangfu Wenqing, her back to him, and resumed with his fiancée’s help, launching a second wave of torment.
For whatever reason, messing with Yun Xiu always fired him up like nothing else. He wasn’t some sadist; he just adored watching her shift from stoic endurance to blissful submission, from pouting resentment to dazed abandon.
No one else compared. In his heart, Yun Xiu was utterly unique.
The same went for his beautiful master. His Saint Lord master treated him wonderfully, but she could never displace the beautiful one in his affections.
Heavenly, soaring moans filled his ears. Yan Zhen watched the scene before him with wide eyes and suddenly recalled a natural wonder on Holy Son Peak called the Spring in the Stone. A jet of water burst from a crevice in the cliff face, pooling below into a crystal-clear pond.
He had once probed it with his divine sense and found no underground stream. The water’s source remained a Mystic mystery.
When the torrent finally ebbed, Yun Xiu melted into a puddle of boneless goo, sprawled lazily across Yan Zhen’s chest. Sweat beaded on her forehead, dampening her bangs. Tear tracks stained her cheeks, her eyes still red-rimmed—like a delicate flower battered by a storm, evoking pity in any who beheld her.
Huangfu Wenqing, standing before them, looked equally disheveled, soaked through like a drowned rat. She licked her lips and, seeing her master was done for the moment, rose and headed to the bathhouse.
It took Yun Xiu quite a while to recover. Seeing Yan Zhen still gently comforting her eased some of her resentment, though plenty remained—like an ocean ready to drown anyone nearby.
“You bad guy! You might as well have killed me! How can I ever show my face in this world again!”
Yan Zhen knew he’d gone too far this time. He poured on the sweet words, soothing the Palace Lord’s wounded heart.
After much coaxing, he finally calmed her down. When he withdrew, it drew another round of aggrieved whimpers from his Sword Immortal wife.
He settled her on the bed and tucked her under the quilt. Then Yan Zhen headed to the bathhouse himself. Before long, he emerged carrying Huangfu Wenqing—precisely as he had with Yun Xiu.
Huangfu Wenqing’s endurance barely outlasted Meng’er’s. Yan Zhen soon deposited her atop her master.
Yun Xiu, for all her lingering grievances, couldn’t help doting on her disciple. She cradled the girl and soothed her tenderly.
“…”
The moon hung high amid thinning clouds.
