“It feels… a bit like a dream,” Jiang Huai scratched his head.
While he often had strange fantasies, some of them dark and depraved, he never actually expected to have two girls so intimate with him at his side.
Truthfully, just having one would have been enough to satisfy him, let alone two? Jiang Huai had a persistent feeling of being in a dream. His mind would often wander into even stranger scenarios, wondering if one day he could have Qingyu and Wanwan in the same bed. What if he could have Wanwan pressed against Qingyu, restraining her, then he’d tease one, then the other? Thinking this, Jiang Xiaohu couldn’t help but fiercely pinch his own thigh, only then did he sober up slightly from the pain.
This is utterly too much, Jiang Xiaohu!
“Wipe your mouth, you’re drooling,” Bai Li said with a cheerful laugh. Jiang Huai actually reached up to wipe his mouth. Where was the drool? At most, his expression had been a little strange when he was fantasizing about weird things just now.
Bai Li stretched and turned to look at him, “Are you satisfied now?”
“Super-duper incredibly satisfied,” Jiang Huai nodded vigorously. Bai Li reached out and patted his shoulder, “Didn’t you say men’s goals are the stars and the sea? Are you satisfied with just two?”
“A Mu Mu said that. He wrote about so many women to expand the plot and increase the word count. If there were really that many women, how could anyone handle it…”
“So your kidneys can’t handle it?”
Jiang Huai’s back straightened immediately. “Who said my kidneys can’t handle it? They’re perfectly fine. I mean, mentally exhausting. If I can’t take care of one’s emotions, it would inevitably make them sad. You know me, I’m timid, cowardly, and small-hearted, how could I have the capacity to make everyone happy?”
“A Mu Mu can do it, but Jiang Xiaohu can’t. How weak.”
“Heh heh, this is called contentment, understand or not?”
Bai Li tilted her head, looked at Jiang Huai, and nodded, “Indeed, you are too content.”
Jiang Huai always felt her interpretation of contentment was different from his own.
As they were talking, the Spirit Boat had already arrived at the Tian Xuan Sect. So, Bai Li took to the air on her sword, and Jiang Huai stepped onto it. Because he was afraid of heights, he gently embraced her waist. As he leaned closer, his nose seemed to catch a faint fragrance, belonging to Bai Li.
Night had fallen, and everyone’s Spirit Swords landed. Wen Wanwan returned to the courtyard first. She hadn’t seen her sister for half a month, and with so many things happening in the Daoji Ancestral Land, her sister was naturally worried. She had to rush back to reassure her sister.
Meanwhile, Jiang Huai took Bai Li to the bathhouse. While she was bathing, he prepared a room for her in the courtyard and made her bed. After he finished preparing her room and walked out, he came to the courtyard. In the courtyard, Luo Qingyu was dancing silently under the light of the Firefly Stones.
Luo Qingyu’s black Qipao clung tightly to her body. During those months in the Immortal Spirit Secret Realm, her figure had developed even more. If she had been a slender and soft girl before, now she had a bit of a commanding aura, like a young lady. Her figure had perfectly inherited the traits of Luo Yueguan—slender in the right places like willow branches, yet full in the right places like ripe, juicy peaches, making one want to lean in, cover their face, and sniff, then take a gentle bite.
The girl’s calve glowed with a jade-white light under the Firefly Stone lamps. Her eyebrows and eyes were curved in a smile as she danced with particular focus. Jiang Huai stood quietly under the scholar tree, watching from afar. When the dance ended, Luo Qingyu walked towards him, her lips curving slightly. Suddenly, she seemed to recall something and said softly, “Can we sleep together tonight?”
“Of course, of course, you can.” Jiang Huai looked into Luo Qingyu’s eyes, always feeling a hint of cunning in them at this moment.
The girl’s fingertip extended, gently tapping Jiang Huai’s chest, and she suddenly laughed, “Qingyu has a small request, she wants Jiang Huai Gege to agree.”
“Hm? Qingyu, just say it.”
“For these three days, Qingyu wants to sleep with Jiang Huai Gege every night.”
“Hm? Is there a problem with that?”
Luo Qingyu’s tone shifted, her eyes now showing a trace of innocence, “But Jiang Huai Gege must practice abstinence for these three days. No ‘risqué’ things can be done, neither with Wanwan Jiejie, nor with Qingyu.”
Jiang Xiaohu was stunned. “Why is that?”
Luo Qingyu threw herself into his arms, slightly on tiptoes, and whispered in his ear, “I want Jiang Huai Gege to endure it for three days. During these three days, you can only think about it. The more uncomfortable Jiang Huai Gege is, the more you’ll anticipate it, and the more you’ll desire Qingyu’s body. After three days, when Jiang Huai Gege’s endurance reaches its peak, then fiercely, without mercy, torment Qingyu… like breaking her…”
Jiang Huai embraced the girl’s slender waist and looked down, “Qingyu’s idea is very dangerous…”
“But when I think about it… I get so excited…” Luo Qingyu began to coo softly and act spoiled, “So… Jiang Huai Gege, please agree to Qingyu’s request… okay?”
She was most skilled at this pitiable, spoiled act. Jiang Huai had no reason to refuse, so he nodded with a wry smile, “Okay, okay, I’ll do as Qingyu says.”
“Mhm, then it’s settled,” Luo Qingyu chuckled. Then she suddenly leaped into his arms, her snow-white calves clamping around his waist. “Alright, Jiang Huai Gege, let’s go to sleep.”
Jiang Huai gently held her and returned to the room.
***
Initially, Jiang Xiaohu hadn’t realized what Luo Qingyu’s strange request truly meant.
He had merely thought that Luo Qingyu enjoyed this kind of process or game, so he obediently agreed to her request. In the past, after being with Luo Qingyu for so long, he hadn’t harbored many greedy thoughts about her body. It was just a small matter of enduring for three days, what could be so difficult?
But gradually, Jiang Xiaohu began to notice something was wrong.
When Luo Qingyu took off her clothes, leaving only her bandeau and the soft undergarment covering her snow-white buttocks, and curled up in his arms like a kitten, sleeping obediently, Jiang Xiaohu suddenly realized that his heart couldn’t calm down so easily.
Moreover, Luo Qingyu excessively lifted one of her snow-white, tender legs, gently clamping his waist. Her body was soft and warm, so much so that Jiang Huai didn’t know where to place his hands. It seemed no matter where he placed his hands, they were met with soft, slippery skin. Luo Qingyu’s breath fell on his chest, making him feel ticklish, as if ants were crawling on him.
He was no longer the “pure love warrior” Jiang Xiaohu. He had completely fallen, and there was no turning back.
“Be good and sleep,” Luo Qingyu suddenly mumbled softly.
“I’m getting ready to sleep obediently,” Jiang Xiaohu retorted stubbornly for a moment. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, holding Luo Qingyu’s body, and began to force himself to think of things that could calm his mind. However, the more he tried, the more his head burned. It wasn’t until Luo Qingyu was asleep in his arms that the strange thoughts in his mind gradually melted away, and he obediently closed his eyes.
***
The first day Luo Qingyu arrived at the courtyard.
Jiang Huai woke up early and made breakfast. When he returned to the room to call Luo Qingyu, her sleeping posture was disheveled. Her black lace underpants covered her snow-white buttocks, and her legs were clamped around the quilt, exposing a large expanse of “spring scenery,” provocatively alluring. Jiang Huai turned his face away and began to gently call Luo Qingyu to wake up. Luo Qingyu sat up, rubbed her drowsy eyes, and then began to act spoiled, “Jiang Huai Gege, help me get dressed…”
She raised her arms high. Jiang Huai retrieved her clothes and, while helping her dress, inevitably touched her snow-white, tender, and soft skin. After putting on a dark-colored Ru skirt for Luo Qingyu, she slightly swayed her calve, “And the socks…”
So, Jiang Huai helped her put on black silk stockings. Luo Qingyu lay obediently on the bed, and Jiang Huai’s fingertips sank into the girl’s snow-white, soft leg flesh. His head became increasingly dizzy. After putting on her clothes, Luo Qingyu obediently got up. The four of them then ate breakfast together in the courtyard.
The sunlight shone brightly. During breakfast, Jiang Huai’s heart seemed to quietly settle. In the courtyard, he accompanied Luo Qingyu and Bai Li as they practiced sword techniques. They had both made progress in their sword skills during their time in the secret realm, and Jiang Huai summarized and organized their techniques. They practiced until the girls’ hair was slightly damp from sweat. Bai Li went to bathe and change first, while Luo Qingyu’s eyes blinked innocently at Jiang Huai, “Let’s bathe together later, okay? Jiang Huai Gege.”
“Didn’t we agree to no ‘risqué’ stuff?”
“It’s just bathing together.”
“Then does Qingyu need me to help scrub the bubbles?”
“Not for these few days. Qingyu will scrub herself. If Jiang Huai Gege needs Qingyu to help scrub bubbles, Qingyu can do it.” Luo Qingyu’s expression was obedient and gentle. After Bai Li finished bathing, he went to the bathhouse with Luo Qingyu.
The bright summer sunlight fell on the girl’s porcelain-white, snow-tender skin. Every line of her body seemed so perfect. Jiang Huai watched as her body submerged into the water. Luo Qingyu walked closer and came to his side, applying flower dew to him. Her white and tender little hands were warm and soft. Jiang Huai, however, only saw the rippling water, not daring to look directly at Luo Qingyu before him, always worried he might not be able to resist pulling her into his arms and doing something bad.
“Want me to scrub bubbles for Qingyu too?”
“No way,” Luo Qingyu playfully dodged with a laugh and splashed water at Jiang Huai. Jiang Huai splashed water back at her as well. They acted like childish children, having a water fight in the bathhouse. Luo Qingyu’s bathrobe had long been soaked by the water, and it now clung to her body. The hazy temptation, like a partially veiled beauty, made Jiang Huai’s head spin even more.
After bathing, Luo Qingyu still sat by the edge of the bathhouse, carefully applying flower dew to her white and tender little feet. Seeing Jiang Huai putting on his clothes, she deliberately slowed down her application of flower dew. Her crystal-clear toes wiggled slightly, and soon she began to act spoiled again, “Jiang Huai Gege, come help me apply it.”
Jiang Huai crouched before her and diligently spread the flower dew evenly on her white and tender little feet. However, his mind inexplicably conjured the image from two days ago on the Spirit Boat, where the girl’s white and tender little feet were bare, obediently placed together, her toes slightly curled in a seductive manner.
Luo Qingyu’s white and tender little hand suddenly reached out to Jiang Huai, gently cupping his face. Her hand was slightly cool, and her voice was soft, “Jiang Huai Gege’s body seems very hot.”
“Is it? It’s just too hot today.”
“When Qingyu was getting dressed just now, Jiang Huai Gege turned his head away and didn’t look, so I’m afraid Jiang Huai Gege might not know. I’ll tell you quietly…”
“Tell me what?”
“There’s nothing under Qingyu’s dress.” Luo Qingyu’s voice was innocent and childlike.
