Jiang Huai suddenly realized that, in a way, Fang Moye was also a two-faced person. When she wasn’t being suggestive, she was as pure, dignified, and holy as a goddess. But once she started being suggestive, she became exceptionally charming and seductive, even acting spoiled – a completely different persona. After being coaxed properly, Fang Moye obediently nestled in his arms, sleeping soundly.
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The second to last day until he would cultivate the Great Dao together with his Ancestral Master, Fang Moye. During the day, Jiang Huai continued to practice sword techniques with Ning Yuzhu. He still hadn’t understood the third move of the Junlin Sword Technique, and he was close to giving up. In the morning, upon seeing Ning Yuzhu, he first looked at her innerwear. The color beneath was fully visible. Fortunately, Ning Yuzhu merely gave him a disdainful look before lifting her skirt hem, showing him how her grey silk stockings today were wrapped around different underwear.
Fang Moye sat beside them, teaching Jiang Zhi cultivation. She was now a Divine Emperor, so teaching Jiang Zhi was naturally very easy. The two sat in the small pavilion, and Fang Moye deliberately isolated everything outside the pavilion. After finishing teaching Jiang Zhi cultivation, Fang Moye hesitated for a long time, wanting to speak but stopping herself several times. In the end, it was Jiang Zhi, who was lounging lazily against the back of her chair, who spoke first, “Senior Disciple Sister, what do you want to say?” Although Jiang Zhi was not younger than Fang Moye and Ning Yuzhu in age, the difference in time flow between the lower and upper realms meant she didn’t hold much reverence for Fang Moye. The gap between them was solely in cultivation level, which was clearly not important on White Dew Mountain.
“As Jiang Huai’s Dao Companion, I want to know… how do you view the fact that I will be cultivating the Great Dao with him?” Fang Moye finally managed to say. Jiang Zhi blinked innocently, “How else can I view it? What does your Dual Cultivation have to do with me?” Fang Moye suddenly felt a bit at a loss, not knowing what to say. After a moment, Jiang Zhi added, “Dual Cultivation is a matter between you two. Why bother asking my opinion?” Fang Moye was slightly taken aback and felt like it made sense. “If Senior Disciple Sister has anything you don’t understand or want to know, you can ask me?” Jiang Zhi suddenly chuckled, “For example, what kind of expression should you have when you clamp down hard on him and don’t let him move anymore?” “Those things… are not necessary to know,” Fang Moye turned her face away. “Then Senior Disciple Sister, don’t blame me for not warning you. The more you go along with him, the easier it is to be bullied. If you don’t show him some consequences, he’ll endlessly bully you until your pillow is covered in drool.” Perhaps because Jiang Zhi’s words were too frightening, Fang Moye hesitated for a moment before saying, “Then… please enlighten me.” Jiang Zhi chuckled. She naturally knew that after doing what she described, she would be severely retaliated against by Little Huai. She particularly enjoyed this kind of thing: first teasing him fiercely, then being ravaged fiercely. Telling Fang Moye now was just to see Fang Moye cry from being ravaged later. Yes, Jiang Zhi was always a fun-loving person.
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In the courtyard, Jiang Huai collapsed on the ground, panting and weak. Practicing swordplay was exhausting. Ning Yuzhu stood silently beside him, her grey silk little feet disdainfully kicking his waist. She said faintly, “Already tired?” “So tired, let me catch my breath.” Jiang Huai looked at the white and tender little feet stepping on his chest that came into view. He didn’t even have the strength to struggle. Ning Yuzhu looked down at him, “How did your conversation with Senior Disciple Sister go?” “It should be alright… at least it’s not as awkward and uncomfortable as before.” “Mmm,” Ning Yuzhu nodded gently. “After Senior Disciple Sister dual cultivates with you a hundred times and gives you all the spiritual qi her Heaven Mending Divine Art can provide, it will be my turn.” “Why must it wait until Senior Disciple Sister’s hundred times are done?” “Do you want me and Senior Disciple Sister to serve you together?” Ning Yuzhu’s white and tender little feet lifted his chin, her voice cold and full of disdain, “Despicable.” “Meaning there’s room for negotiation?” Ning Yuzhu turned her face away, her voice softening a bit, “I’ll get shy too.” “I didn’t say together, I just wanted to ask… when is it that I get to dual cultivate with Senior Disciple Sister?” “You’re hesitant when it comes to dual cultivating with Senior Disciple Sister, but you’re shamelessly asking about me?” “Because Senior Disciple Sister doesn’t have so many complicated thoughts in her heart.” “Isn’t bullying my buttocks enough?” Ning Yuzhu mumbled softly. “Of course, it’s different. Seeing Senior Disciple Sister being particularly satisfied when bullied is also very satisfying.” “It’s not bullying, it’s serving. Correct your attitude,” Ning Yuzhu snorted. “Alright, alright, it’s serving. So when can I serve Senior Disciple Sister?” Ning Yuzhu thought seriously again, “After you’ve cultivated with Senior Disciple Sister about seventy or eighty times… I’ll observe how Senior Disciple Sister reacts after dual cultivating with you many times.” “Huh?” “This way, I’ll have a better understanding.” Ning Yuzhu suddenly thought of something, her eyes brightening slightly, “If you dual cultivate with Senior Disciple Sister tomorrow night and need me to spectate, I can come.” “Absolutely not,” Jiang Huai refused without hesitation. “But I want to see someone as proud as Senior Disciple Sister melt into a soft and charming state.” “Senior Disciple Sister, think about it from my perspective. Would you want Senior Disciple Sister watching you when you’re being bullied?” Ning Yuzhu thought about it, “That’s true, it would be so embarrassing.” “But it also sounds quite exciting and interesting.” Ning Yuzhu’s eyes suddenly turned dangerous again. Jiang Huai quickly grabbed her slender ankle, “No, no, no, don’t think about it, don’t think about it.” Ning Yuzhu pouted, her disappointed gaze shifting away. It was at this moment that Jiang Huai truly realized that the second Senior Disciple Sister was ten thousand times more dangerous than the Ancestral Master.
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The next day, in the evening. “I don’t drink alcohol,” Fang Moye shook her head. Tonight was the time for her to cultivate the Great Dao with Jiang Huai. Looking at the wine pot Ning Yuzhu held up, she shook her head. Intoxication would affect her judgment, and she couldn’t use drunkenness as an excuse to deceive herself, hence she needed to remain clear-headed. So Jiang Huai didn’t drink either. After dinner, Jiang Huai and Fang Moye went for a walk on White Dew Mountain. They didn’t say anything. Jiang Huai gently held Fang Moye’s hand; her hand was slender and soft. They strolled around for a long time until the sky had completely darkened. They then returned to the courtyard. Jiang Huai thought for a moment and said, “Then… shall we bathe?” They went to different bathhouses. Misty vapor enveloped them. The distance was far, and they couldn’t see clearly. After bathing, they each put on their nightgowns and then went to Fang Moye’s room together. Fang Moye hesitated for a moment and extinguished the lights in the room, leaving only the serene moonlight to fall into the room. She was wearing a black nightgown, very short, with a hollowed-out back revealing her snow-white and smooth skin. She walked to the bedside and, after another hesitation, slipped into the quilt. She covered her upper body with the bedding, her waist pressed against the bed, but her buttocks were obediently sticking out. She hid herself under the quilt like an ostrich awaiting a storm. Her cold and aloof voice came from under the quilt, “I will guide the spiritual qi, you just need to cultivate under my lead.” “Okay.” It was only then that Jiang Huai noticed she was not wearing any underwear beneath her skirt. He slowly approached the bed, but he felt his body stiffen somewhat. Although he seemed carefree for the past three days, he had actually replayed the scene many times in his heart to overcome his guilt. “How about… we play a little game first?” Jiang Huai tentatively asked. After a few seconds, a sound came from under the quilt. This time, Jiang Huai no longer offered fingertip service but kissed her directly, making Fang Moye moist and slippery. Fang Moye silently bit her lip and waited, but after a long while, she still hadn’t gotten what she expected. “Ancestral Master.” “I… I’m ready,” Fang Moye said slowly. “I know,” Jiang Huai nodded and nuzzled her. Fang Moye’s body jolted, almost to the point of tears. The toes of her white and tender little feet curled up completely, but her ankle was grabbed by Jiang Huai, who lifted her calf. “I… slowly?” “Mmm,” Fang Moye responded very softly. Jiang Huai noticed a fine layer of sweat on her skin, making it even more tender and smooth. But Jiang Huai faintly heard sobbing from under the quilt. This made his movements slow down. Damn it, this damned sense of guilt again. After a slight hesitation, he suddenly stopped his actions, lifted the quilt covering Fang Moye’s body, and lay down beside her. Tears still streaked Fang Moye’s flushed cheeks, and her voice trembled, “I’m fine, it’s not your fault, I’m just… scared…” “I know,” Jiang Huai gently embraced her back, his voice becoming gentle, “Alright, alright, don’t be afraid…” “I’m not a child, you don’t have to coax me like this…” “I know, just cry your heart out if you want to, cry it all out at once,” Jiang Huai said softly. After a while, Fang Moye truly threw herself into his arms and cried bitterly, her shoulders trembling non-stop. It wasn’t until a long time later that she finally stopped crying. Jiang Huai gently lifted one of her slender snow-white legs and placed it on his body. He slowly leaned closer. At this moment, they faced each other, looking into each other’s eyes. Fang Moye’s body trembled, and she bit her lips tightly. But she didn’t close her eyes, just stared intently at Jiang Huai’s face, as if trying to etch this face deeply into her memory. Jiang Huai felt her gaze was terrifying, so he leaned closer and kissed her lips. While kissing, he carefully and slowly advanced, and then he was bitten. Their spiritual qi merged, and Fang Moye began to guide spiritual qi into his body. At this moment, doing two things at once became difficult for her. She had to give up merging spiritual qi first and sense everything happening in her body. Almost instinctively, she leaned closer and hugged Jiang Huai tightly. The dialogue she had rehearsed countless times over these three days was now completely forgotten. The moment he kissed her, everything she had thought of before vanished without a trace. Instead, she hugged him tightly, as if trying to merge him into her body. Although Little Huai was indeed inside her body at this moment. “Don’t… kiss me like this…” Fang Moye felt that the kiss at this moment exceeded her expectations, making her increasingly infatuated and unable to concentrate. But Jiang Huai completely ignored her, and her small tongue was being teased so obediently. Yet her body lacked the strength to struggle, so she could only be bullied like this. Gradually, her eyes were once again filled with tears. But precisely because of this, all her awkwardness and shame reached their limit, and she cast them aside. But it still seemed to be missing something. “It’s all because Ancestral Master tempted me earlier, Ancestral Master clearly is…” “Don’t say it… you mustn’t say it…呜呜… you mustn’t…” Fang Moye, who had never been so humiliated, was now beyond any explanation. Finally, the shame in her heart completely broke through her limits. No longer holding back her reserve and awkwardness, she stared at him intently, “I am… 呜呜… So what if I am… You, you wretched dog… If you… If you don’t serve wholeheartedly… From now on, you’re not allowed to… climb into my bed again…” At this, Jiang Huai could finally relax. He leaned into Fang Moye’s ear and said word by word, “I will serve Ancestral Master wholeheartedly for the entire night, until Ancestral Master says she’s satisfied.”
