“This Seat naturally knows how to make Peach Blossom Pastry as well!”
“However, they were only successful after Tianyu’s intensive guidance!”
Ning Wan’s beautiful eyes shimmered with a misty allure. She glanced inconspicuously at Deng Tianyu, her crimson lips parting slightly.
She had indeed made Peach Blossom Pastry before, and they were deeply loved by her Precious Disciple.
For instance, that time on Crimson Flame Mountain, when the Yin Sha within her body had erupted.
Or that other time at Xiaoxiang Elegant Garden, in the wing room right next to Qu Qirong’s, giving Deng Tianyu an unforgettable birthday celebration.
Hearing this, the corner of Deng Tianyu’s mouth twitched. He was speechless.
He couldn’t find any fault in his Shizun’s words, but his expression was extremely strange.
He just didn’t know why, but his mind wandered to his Light Peck Fine Suck Divine Ability!
Qu Qirong, on the other hand, revealed an expression of sudden understanding. “So that’s how it is!”
She knew her Tianyu possessed extraordinary talent in the culinary arts. It wasn’t surprising that he could also make Peach Blossom Pastry.
“Tianyu, do you think the Peach Blossom Pastry Madam makes is better, or the ones I make are better?”
Just then, Ning Wan’s smile remained just as enchantingly seductive. Under the table, her silk-clad lotus feet crossed over each other. The soft arches and the tops of her feet worked in tandem, tightly clamping his shaft between them, the sole of her foot pressing against the shaft, constantly rubbing.
Whose Peach Blossom Pastry was better?
This was truly a life-or-death question.
Deng Tianyu suppressed the restlessness in his heart, acting as if nothing was wrong. He spoke softly: “The Peach Blossom Pastry Aunt Rong makes is fragrant and pleasant, sweet but not cloying, refreshing to the heart and soul.”
“The Peach Blossom Pastry Shizun makes is fresh, sweet, and delicious, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth, its aroma lingering long after.”
“In summary, each has its own unique characteristics!”
He didn’t say which was better. Instead, he gave a gold-plated, all-purpose answer.
Say both elders’ Peach Blossom Pastry were equally good?
Absolutely not!
Saying they were the same, or saying one was better than the other – neither would work.
At a time like this, he could only say each had its own unique traits.
His Shizun, too, never played by the rules. She always loved throwing these life-or-death questions at him.
As he expected, Qu Qirong revealed a doting, affectionate smile. “If you like it, eat a few more pieces.”
Ning Wan folded her slender hands, propping up her smooth, jade-like chin. The corner of her lips also curved into a bewitching, enchanting arc. Her soft, silk-clad lotus feet subtly shifted, forming a pressing, threatening posture.
The slightly curling, beautifully shaped jade feet brought an increasingly intense pressure. Her toes lightly flicked his glans, the minuscule, teasing scrapes making Deng Tianyu itch uncontrollably.
Then, she once again planted her jade feet on his burning, erect shaft, rubbing it deftly and gently.
The ink-black Cheongsam, stirred by the constant movements of her slender feet, began to sway and ripple gently.
Clatter!
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.
A bamboo chopstick fell to the floor, landing right beside Qu Qirong’s embroidered shoes.
Deng Tianyu, already feeling overwhelmed, now had a face turning black. He looked at his Shizun.
It was his chopstick, but his Shizun had accidentally knocked it off the table.
Meeting her Precious Disciple’s gaze, Ning Wan’s alluring eyes were like a pool of spring water, intertwined with threads of seductive charm, making one utterly unable to resist sinking into their depths.
Beside them, Qu Qirong also noticed the bamboo chopstick beside her embroidered shoe and moved to bend down and pick it up.
“Aunt Rong, no need to pick it up. If a chopstick falls, just switch to a new pair!”
At the critical moment, Deng Tianyu hurriedly said.
If Aunt Rong bent over and saw something she shouldn’t, disaster would strike.
He seized the opportunity to glance downwards. His Shizun’s snow-white lotus foot was stretching out her toes. Those small, cute toes, barely visible beneath the silk stockings…
Their smooth outlines were softly wrapping around his shaft. The tips of the stocking-clad toes constantly twisted and rubbed against it.
Deng Tianyu didn’t even know what he was feeling right now.
To describe it, it was 30% helplessness, 30% excitement, 30% nervousness… basically a pie chart of emotions.
He used to think that pie chart representations of emotions were exaggerated.
But ever since he’d acquired this bewitching, charming, mature beauty of a Shizun, he had personally experienced this very thing several times.
“In that case, Tianyu, use these.”
Hearing this, Qu Qirong took a fresh pair of bamboo chopsticks from the side and handed them over.
Deng Tianyu took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of Peach Blossom Pastry, and used it to calm his nerves!
He increasingly felt that the scene before him was even more perilous than exploring a Secret Realm.
One moment of carelessness, and social death awaited.
……
At the same time, in the Back Mountain.
Inside a medicine field brimming with dense spiritual energy.
The little fox Yingying was leading Bai Zhi, along with Hongxue and Moxue. She walked with an extremely elegant gait among the stalks of spirit flowers and spirit grasses.
“Ying~ying!”
Her steps paused. She extended a small paw to bat at the petals of a crimson-red spirit flower, telling the three little ones behind her that this was her favorite one.
“Squeak~squeak!”
“Chirp~”
Hongxue, Moxue, and Bai Zhi leaned in to sniff it, overwhelmed by the intensely rich, refreshing fragrance. They tasted a petal, then immediately let out cries of utter delight.
The little fox Yingying sprawled contentedly on the medicine field, a stalk of spirit grass in her left paw, a spirit flower in her right. Like a bull chewing on peonies, she stuffed everything indiscriminately into her mouth.
Her meaning was clear: this medicine field belonged to her. She’d eat however she wanted, and let whoever she wanted eat.
Seeing this, the three little ones, after receiving the little fox Yingying’s approval, also sprawled on the medicine field and began to feast merrily.
Eating spirit grass and spirit flowers, occasionally nibbling on a sweet, delicious spirit plant, the little fox Yingying felt utterly blissful.
Not long after, five exceptionally beautiful Spirit Butterflies arrived at the medicine field from afar. They surrounded the tallest crimson-red spirit flower and began taking turns gathering its pollen.
Sometimes they paired up in twos, dancing a duet; other times, all five lined up and leapt together, dancing gracefully and enchantingly, displaying utmost elegance and refinement.
The little fox Yingying, enjoying her delicious spirit delicacies, watched with great interest and didn’t disturb them.
Unaware of her gaze, the five Spirit Butterflies labored diligently, hoping to gather enough pollen today.
……
Inside the courtyard, Deng Tianyu was just putting a piece of Peach Blossom Pastry into his mouth.
He was desperately trying to distract himself, because his Shizun’s pair of lotus feet had become increasingly outrageous. He felt he was about to lose control.
Those two tender soles were cupped together, forming a gap just barely able to envelop his shaft.
As the pair of feet slowly began to rub, translucent fluid continuously oozed from the tip of his glans, then spread evenly over the silk stockings.
Soon, fine silver threads stretched between her two tender feet. Ning Wan stretched out her toes, constantly teasing the glans. It looked glistening and translucent, utterly lewd and obscene.
Being toyed with like this by his Shizun, Deng Tianyu’s shaft had long since become fully erect to the extreme.
Unable to speak, he could only look at his Shizun with pleading eyes, hoping she would let him off.
“Tianyu, don’t you like Peach Blossom Pastry? Have another piece~”
Ning Wan picked up a piece of Peach Blossom Pastry and brought it to his mouth. Meanwhile, under the table, she let one foot slowly press down on her precious disciple’s testicles, grinding them gently.
Deng Tianyu hissed inwardly. That soft, slightly cool sensation of pleasure stimulated his glans, making his body tremble uncontrollably.
“Tianyu, what’s wrong?”
Qu Qirong immediately noticed Deng Tianyu’s unusual state and looked at him with concern.
“Mm… the Peach Blossom Pastry was a bit dry, I just choked a little…”
Deng Tianyu casually made up an excuse, then poured himself a cup of water and downed it in one gulp, masking the strange expression on his face.
But Ning Wan had no intention of letting him off so easily.
Her pair of tender feet toyed with his shaft like a plaything, constantly grinding against it. First, she focused both feet on stimulating Deng Tianyu’s glans, until veins bulged on his shaft.
Then, she pressed his shaft firmly against Deng Tianyu’s lower abdomen. Her two soft soles kneaded the shaft, massaging it, repeatedly pushing and stroking from the base all the way to the tip and back again.
Gulp!
Deng Tianyu drank another cup of water, looking at his Shizun, again sending her a pleading signal.
Ning Wan seemed not to see it. She merely tilted her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on him, smiling charmingly.
Her two silk-clad tender feet, now somewhat damp, sheathed his shaft, pumping it forcefully up and down, the pressure sometimes relaxing, sometimes squeezing tight.
The combined sensation of silk stockings and tender feet had long since pushed Deng Tianyu past the point of no return. In no time at all, a stream of scalding semen shot out.
Deng Tianyu seemed to feel a chill and shivered violently!
Ning Wan felt it too. Her beautiful eyes intertwined with seductive charm and watery allure. She took a light sip of her fragrant tea, while simultaneously, her slender hand silently stirred ripples, isolating any aura, as if covering something up.
Under the table, her tender sole reached towards his shaft, softly sheathing the tip. That stream of hot semen made the sole of her foot feel slightly burning hot.
After a brief moment of silence, Deng Tianyu let out a long, turbid breath. He looked at the mature noblewoman before him: “Aunt Rong, since you’ve come all the way to Purple Cloud Sect, let me show you around!”
He felt that sometimes, he really couldn’t let Shizun and Aunt Rong be in the same room.
Otherwise, Shizun would always brew up some trouble.
Although every time, it was a close call with essence, but no harm done…
“Mm, I was just thinking the same.”
Qu Qirong slowly rose to her feet. Her gaze swept over the flowers, trees, and plants in the courtyard, finally landing on the pavilions in the distance. She spoke softly, “Tianyu, I want to see the Back Mountain!”
She wanted to understand the environment of the residence where her Tianyu had lived for these sixteen years.
“Mm!” Deng Tianyu naturally wouldn’t refuse a request from his elder. But his expression was slightly odd.
Then, he looked at his Shizun, Ning Wan. “Shizun, I’ll show Aunt Rong around!”
Qu Qirong also politely greeted Ning Wan, then swayed her mature, voluptuous figure and followed her Tianyu deeper inside.
Watching their retreating figures, Ning Wan instinctively slipped back into the lavender high heels she had kicked off earlier.
Immediately after, her elegant brows furrowed involuntarily. She wiggled her delicate toes inside the shoes. That slippery, sticky, damp sensation was truly unpleasant.
With a flick of her slender finger, space warped. She returned directly to her boudoir.
“Naughty Tianyu!”
Recalling that scene just now, Ning Wan’s jade-like face felt hot. But the corner of her alluring lips curved into an extremely bewitching, enchanting arc. She murmured softly.
Afterwards, she removed her high heels, along with the flesh-toned stockings wrapped around her long, shapely jade legs…
