The sky was a deep blue, and rain pattered against the window lattice.
Jiang Huai rose and went to Chu Xianning’s room. He knocked lightly on the door. As expected, Chu Xianning was no longer in her room. His Master had probably already gone to the secret chamber at the foot of the mountain. Jiang Huai didn’t dare to imagine what she was doing at this moment.
He simply prepared a love-themed breakfast in the courtyard and then carried the food container to Wen Wanwan’s courtyard.
After a knocking sound, Wen Fufu opened the door, bouncing with excitement. The sling-strap black dress she wore could barely contain her full breasts. Jiang Huai averted his gaze. “You’re up so early?”
“Sister is teaching me sword practice,” Wen Fufu’s eyes were bright.
Jiang Huai placed the breakfast aside. A fine drizzle was still falling in the courtyard, and the sisters were wielding wooden swords. Their dresses were slightly dampened by the raindrops, clinging to their snow-white bodies. Jiang Huai had only intended to watch, but he suddenly realized that the sisters seemed to be wearing no undergarments beneath their dresses. Now that their dresses were wet and clinging so tightly, he hesitated to look too much. He could only let his gaze linger on Wen Wanwan, but looking at Wen Wanwan was like looking at Wen Fufu; after all, the two sisters were minted from the same mold.
What was he thinking? Why was he having such strange thoughts?
It was clear they had only recently woken up, still wearing their nightgowns from the previous night. After practicing swordplay for a while longer, until Wen Fufu’s cheeks were flushed and she was out of breath, the sisters finally put down their wooden swords and walked towards the bathhouse. Wen Fufu even winked at Jiang Huai, “Brother-in-law, do you want to join us for a bath?”
Jiang Huai glared at her disapprovingly. Wen Wanwan, however, wasn’t the least bit shy or annoyed. Seeing Jiang Huai’s expression, she smiled helplessly. Then, she casually swatted Wen Fufu’s butt. Her hips swayed slightly, and Wen Fufu, looking wronged, covered her snow-white buttocks and bounced away with her sister towards the bathhouse.
***
When the two sisters emerged from the courtyard, Jiang Huai, who was eating freshly fried mochi balls, suddenly froze.
It was probably because the two sisters were wearing identical maid dresses, the hemlines reaching their knees. Jiang Huai could distinguish them by intuition based on their slender calves below the hem. The one wearing white stockings was Wen Wanwan, and the one wearing black stockings was Wen Fufu. They were even wearing the same black chunky-heeled leather shoes. Jiang Huai’s vision blurred for a moment, until the two sisters sat down in front of him and picked up their chopsticks to eat breakfast.
Wen Wanwan seemed to sense Jiang Huai’s confusion and gestured for him to look at her. Jiang Huai lowered his head and watched as her fingertips grasped the hem of her skirt, lifting it to about three feet above her knees. She then whispered, “Wanwan is wearing over-the-knee white stockings.”
The stockings had lace trim, tightly binding Wen Wanwan’s slender, fair thighs. As she spoke, Wen Wanwan used her fingertips to gently pull the stocking band and flick it, the lace trembling slightly as it pressed into her soft flesh.
“Fufu isn’t wearing those,” Wen Fufu looked innocently at Jiang Huai. “Fufu is wearing suspender stockings. Brother-in-law, do you want to see?”
“No, no, I don’t want to see.”
“Just take a peek, it’s fine,” Wen Fufu said, her fingertips gently lifting her skirt hem. Jiang Huai quickly saw the garters connecting the stocking tops to the waist. The snow-white thigh skin seemed as soft as jelly, and Jiang Huai’s head began to spin.
If there had only been one succubus, he could have resisted. But with double the succubi, his head was simply spinning.
After breakfast, Jiang Huai practiced his punches in the courtyard while the sisters continued their sword practice. Wen Fufu had just entered the Qi Refining stage. Fortunately, her sister had prepared the best cultivation resources for her. Wen Wanwan was now at the Second Level Transc, receiving three thousand spirit stones from the sect each month. If she had special needs, doubling this amount wouldn’t be difficult.
This was the treatment of a Saintess of the sect. Positions like Saintess and Saint Son were more like banners for the sect, representing its heritage and glory.
Jiang Huai was the previous Saint Son of the Tian Xuan Sect. In fact, the Sect Master had never said anything about revoking his Saint Son status. However, with his cultivation level now gone, he naturally couldn’t shamelessly claim his spirit stones anymore.
While practicing his punches, Jiang Huai couldn’t help but glance at the two sisters in the courtyard. Spiritual Qi enveloped Wen Wanwan, so not a single drop of rain fell on her. Wen Fufu, however, was not yet skillful in controlling this technique, and her dress gradually became damp again, clinging to her snow-white skin and accentuating her curves even more seductively. During practice, her small face was flushed, and the way she panted softly during breaks always reminded Jiang Huai of how Wen Wanwan panted in his arms when she was tired.
He dared not think further and focused on his punches.
According to the usual routine, Chu Xianning would probably not return until evening. Jiang Huai practiced his punches until he was exhausted and sat on the ground, panting heavily. Wen Wanwan came to his side and blinked innocently at him. “Shall I carry Senior Brother Jiang Huai to bathe?”
“Ah?”
Before Jiang Huai could refuse, Wen Wanwan had already extended her hands. Jiang Huai stared in daze for a moment, then looked at her with a wry smile and extended his own hands. He was then carried into Wen Wanwan’s arms. The soft Wanwan also possessed a lot of strength. Jiang Huai was carried to a chair by the bathhouse and sat down obediently. Wen Wanwan began to untie his clothes.
When his clothes were all removed by Wen Wanwan, and he was about to walk into the bath, Wen Wanwan put a hand on his shoulder and winked playfully. “Sit here obediently.”
Jiang Huai was startled. Then, the Wen Wanwan in front of him leaned closer and kissed his lips with her delicate pink lips. After a while, she gradually moved downward, until it seemed as though Jiang Huai’s entire body was left with a trail of dampness. Wen Wanwan’s knees were on the ground, and her hair had already been tied up.
***
Whenever this happened, Jiang Huai always felt a little guilty, as if Wanwan was willing to do anything to please him. So, he often liked to kiss Wanwan as well, considering it to be even steven.
But Wanwan was becoming more and more provocative. She clearly wasn’t from the Snake Clan, yet she had mastered things Bai Li could easily do through sheer skill. Jiang Huai gently stroked Wen Wanwan’s head. Just as he inadvertently glanced back, he noticed a pair of bright eyes outside the bathhouse curtain.
Jiang Huai’s eyes widened. Just as he was about to speak, Wen Fufu had already run away in a panic.
Jiang Huai whispered in shame, “Fufu was peeking just now.”
But Wen Wanwan at this moment was stammering and couldn’t speak. After a long while, Wen Wanwan finally looked up innocently at Jiang Huai. “Then… Senior Brother Jiang Huai, can you punish Fufu later?”
“Why don’t you do it?”
Jiang Huai was already afraid of Wen Fufu. How could he dare to punish Wen Fufu casually? Wen Wanwan nodded innocently, then lifted her skirt hem and sat on Jiang Huai. Jiang Huai gently hugged her waist and leaned into her ear, “Under your skirt, how…”
“Hmph, didn’t Senior Brother Jiang Huai see it when we were practicing swordplay with Fufu earlier?”
***
Normally, bathing took only a few minutes, but this time it took nearly an hour before Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan emerged from the bathhouse. Wen Fufu was lying innocently on the lounge chair, still holding the candy Jiang Huai had given her in her mouth.
Wen Wanwan walked up to Wen Fufu, her expression unreadable. “What were you doing while Sister and Senior Brother Jiang Huai were bathing earlier?”
“I was lying here enjoying the breeze,” Wen Fufu replied innocently.
“Senior Brother Jiang Huai said he saw you.”
“Brother-in-law must have made a mistake.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Sister, do you believe Brother-in-law or me?” Wen Fufu pouted, looking wronged.
“I believe Brother-in-law.”
“Then, then what do you want me to do?”
“Do you want me to teach you again?”
“I, I understand,” Wen Fufu looked timid and wronged, her eyes red. Jiang Huai always felt as if he were some villain. But the Wen Fufu in front of him had already turned over and was lying on the lounge chair. She arched her back, lifting the hem of her skirt with both hands, revealing the black lace underpants beneath. She looked back at Wen Wanwan and whispered, “Sister… gently…”
Wen Wanwan stood beside Wen Fufu, her fingertips lightly hooking the edge of her underpants. Jiang Huai immediately felt something was wrong.
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
He couldn’t watch, couldn’t watch this. How could he watch this? Wrong…
Soon, Wen Fufu’s piteous pleas and soft gasps echoed through the courtyard. Wen Wanwan merely reprimanded her sternly, her voice cold. “Will you be obedient from now on?”
“I, I will be obedient…”
Wen Wanwan then turned to Jiang Huai innocently. “I’m punishing Fufu right now. Didn’t Senior Brother Jiang Huai ask me to? Why isn’t Senior Brother Jiang Huai watching properly?”
“I, I can’t watch.”
“If you don’t watch properly and let her know shame… next time Fufu might not be obedient,” Wen Wanwan said nonsense with a straight face. Jiang Huai’s cheeks were burning, but Wen Wanwan’s eyes were still as innocent as before. “Or, does Senior Brother Jiang Huai want to punish Fufu himself?”
“This is wrong, it’s a trap,” Jiang Huai finally realized. “I think Wanwan should also be spanked.”
“Eh?” Wen Wanwan showed the same wronged expression. She withdrew her hand, and Wen Fufu turned over again, lying on the lounge chair. But after Jiang Huai said that, Wen Wanwan obediently leaned closer, and then pressed herself down onto Wen Fufu. Like Wen Fufu, she arched her back, lifting her skirt hem. The two sisters then pressed tightly against each other. When Jiang Huai saw Wen Wanwan look back at him, she still didn’t forget to act wronged. “Senior Brother Jiang Huai… come on?”
Jiang Huai’s head was spinning. He leaned closer.
But Wanwan was not Fufu. Fufu might cry if spanked, but Wanwan wouldn’t. Wanwan only…
Jiang Huai’s head was about to explode.
“Fufu, close your eyes obediently,” Wen Wanwan suddenly whispered close to Wen Fufu’s ear.
Wen Fufu obediently closed her eyes, while Wanwan looked back at Jiang Huai, mouthing, “Want…”
As she spoke, she reached out and gently grasped the thin fabric with her fingertips, pushing it aside.
Jiang Huai was about to explode.
