Jiang Huai was adept at arguing. He would present facts when facts were on his side, and rules when rules were on his side. But the most terrifying thing about women was that when neither worked, they would muddy the waters.
“I didn’t mean to humiliate you…” he quickly replied.
“It doesn’t matter,” Fang Moye lowered her gaze. “In your eyes, I suppose there isn’t much difference between me and a slut anyway.”
“That has never been the case. I have always respected my Ancestral Master.”
“Respect? Do you mean that when I forbade you from bullying my buttocks, you still took advantage of my weakened state to start bullying me? You truly believed I was inviting you in then, didn’t you?”
Jiang Huai wanted to retort that she had practically presented her buttocks when he “brushed” against her. However, he felt that saying so would hurt Fang Moye’s pride. He decided to leave a sliver of room and took a step back, replying, “No, that’s not it. It was I who lost control when lust took over. Blame me.”
But Fang Moye shook her head. “No, I was indeed inviting you in.”
“Huh?” Jiang Huai’s eyes widened, and his body instinctively recoiled.
When a woman is no longer ashamed, you must be extremely careful, because she has nowhere left to retreat. Prepare yourself for a storm.
“Perhaps Yu Zhu was right,” Fang Moye’s tone, contrary to Jiang Huai’s expectation, calmed down slightly. She said indifferently, “My innate charm is also a part of my body. The one driven by lust is me. There’s no point in escaping.”
“I enjoy the process of dual cultivation with you, which is why I’m often distracted when I should be circulating spiritual qi. Because I want to do it more times, I don’t feel you owe me anything, nor do I feel I owe you anything.”
“Naturally,” Jiang Huai replied softly. However, he couldn’t guess what Fang Moye was truly trying to say. So, he remained silent, simply gazing into her eyes.
Fang Moye slightly lowered her gaze. “Before I met you, I had planned everything for my future. I lived my life exactly as I had envisioned. After meeting you, you disrupted all my plans and left me flustered.”
“This…”
The fact was indeed as she said.
“This makes me very uneasy,” Fang Moye’s voice became even softer, no longer so cold. Instead, it revealed a hint of vulnerability.
“The more uneasy I am, the more I’m driven by lust, the more I try to escape through chaotic thoughts, and the more we dual cultivate, the more chaotic and immersed I become. That’s why I refused your final proposal.”
“The Ancestral Master’s refusal was reasonable and logical. Of course, you don’t need to blame yourself.”
Fang Moye glanced at him sideways. “Who told you I’m blaming myself?”
Jiang Huai was momentarily speechless and suddenly wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
“I just want to tell you the reason for my refusal. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with you. You don’t need to be disappointed.”
“Who told you I was disappointed?” Jiang Huai retorted immediately.
“Ning Yu Zhu told me. She said you were a little disappointed.”
Jiang Huai covered his face with both hands, instantly looking like a defeated rooster, his once proud and arrogant demeanor completely gone.
“So why are you suddenly talking about all this?” Jiang Huai tried to change the subject, hoping to quickly move past this topic. He wasn’t good at arguing with women, or rather, he couldn’t argue with Fang Moye. After all, they had spent countless wonderful nights in bed together. How could he truly exchange harsh words with her?
“If some things aren’t clarified, they can’t be resolved. That’s why I want to talk,” Fang Moye replied softly.
“Alright, then does the Ancestral Master have anything else to say? I’m listening,” Jiang Huai wasn’t impatient. He just looked up at her.
A gust of wind blew, slightly ruffling the hair at her temples. She looked into Jiang Huai’s eyes and, at this moment, slowly spoke, “I want to ask you for a favor.”
“Ancestral Master, please speak.”
Jiang Huai didn’t understand how he could help Fang Moye, so he cautiously observed her expression. He subtly noticed her characteristic awkwardness returning to her face. She slightly turned her head away and said softly, “I owe Ning Yu Zhu forty-seven Divine Emperor Pearl Shards.”
“So, so what?”
“I want to trigger a mission with you to return all those Divine Emperor Pearl Shards to her.”
“But I…”
Jiang Huai was about to reply that he no longer had any missions with Fang Moye when he suddenly glanced at his system’s pending mission list. In fact, there were a large number of strange “play” missions with Fang Moye, and the rewards were also Divine Emperor Pearl Shards, quite a lot of them.
His abrupt pause made Fang Moye notice something. She said seriously, “This time, you can refuse as you wish. But if you intend to play with my body, please help me.”
Jiang Huai didn’t rush to answer. Instead, he silently browsed through those peculiar missions. For example, when her innate charm caused her to lactate, he was to grab her breasts and feed them to her mouth. Or, to put a rabbit tail on her and bully her while making her crawl on the ground. Or, to have her seal her own cultivation, bind herself, and be forcibly forced until her body convulsed. Or, to be forced to wear high heels filled with liquid and dance in the courtyard in front of Ning Yu Zhu and Jiang Zhi. Or, to place a jade toy under her loose Daoist Robe and act as if nothing was wrong in the courtyard…
Damn it, did he really have so many perverse and excessive desires in his heart?
“Don’t the Divine Emperor Pearl Shards count as a favor, too…” Jiang Huai replied plaintively.
“I know,” Fang Moye bit her lip lightly and replied, “Forty-seven Divine Emperor Pearl Shards. Before we return to the lower realm, you can stay in my room for forty-seven nights as your room fee.”
A glimmer of hesitation appeared in Jiang Huai’s heart for a moment.
Because he truly craved Fang Moye’s body. It had little to do with her as a person. No, her body was a part of her. How could it not be related? He desperately wanted to see the currently cold and dignified Fang Moye writhing in pleasure beneath him, especially when “Little Huai” intentionally stopped, forcing her to beg for it. Yes, he was such a despicable and shameless bastard.
“Five.”
“Four.”
Fang Moye suddenly began to count down, as if unwilling to give him too much time to consider. Jiang Huai suddenly realized he was being completely suppressed. The seemingly naive Fang Moye was not so simple either. She was using Jiang Huai’s desires to set a trap for him. Now, she was just waiting for him to fall for it after she finished counting. From then on, Jiang Huai would become a heartless stud machine, only focused on pleasing her, a toy who would get aroused at the sight of her white and tender little feet. No, don’t do this, you can’t do this.
Reject her quickly! Reject her quickly! Don’t let her succeed so easily!
“Three.” Fang Moye suddenly reached out her hand and grabbed the hem of her Daoist Robe, gently lifting it bit by bit. She revealed her snow-white and slender legs beneath her skirt. Those were one of Jiang Huai’s favorite parts. For many nights, he had loved to caress her legs, playing with her warm and jade-like long legs. When his fingers became restless, Fang Moye would obediently part her legs, letting him indulge himself. In moments of passion, she would clamp his hands tightly with her legs, her slender waist arching involuntarily, letting out moans of both surrender and satisfaction.
Fang Moye’s Daoist Robe was lifted to her waist. At this moment, Jiang Huai realized she was not wearing underwear beneath her skirt. And she was indeed a beauty, her skin tender and smooth like jade. He clearly remembered the hot, tight, moist touch, as if all his worries would disappear instantly. Moreover, she was his Ancestral Master. While he felt guilty towards Chu Xianning, this only intensified the stimulation.
“Two.” Fang Moye’s voice paused slightly. She parted her legs a little, as if to give Jiang Huai a clearer view. She seemed completely unconcerned that her posture had become extremely unrestrained. Under Jiang Huai’s gaze, he could clearly see her skin becoming slightly moist.
Her body was already exceptionally sensitive. Just being held and kissed would make her wet. Jiang Huai remembered several times when she sat on his lower abdomen, being embraced and kissed, and the wetness soaked his lower abdomen. But at this moment, just being looked at like this, she had reached this point.
“One.” Fang Moye suddenly let go of the hem of her skirt. The skirt fell back down to her ankles, concealing everything.
Her expression instantly turned extremely cold. Jiang Huai let out a long sigh of relief. He had withstood the temptation. He should have felt triumphant and proud, but at this moment, a sliver of regret welled up in his mind.
He should have agreed.
Fortunately, it was too late for regret.
Jiang Huai couldn’t tell if he should feel relieved or disappointed. He looked up into Fang Moye’s eyes. At this moment, Fang Moye was also looking at him. Her eyes were still as cold and placid as a still lake, revealing no emotion. Jiang Huai couldn’t fathom what she was thinking. He understood Chu Xianning’s micro-expressions at a ten-level mastery, but he didn’t understand Fang Moye.
As if sensing the meaning in Jiang Huai’s eyes, she suddenly asked, “How do you think I should feel right now? Disappointed? Astonished? Or regretful, ashamed?”
“Rather than making me guess, Ancestral Master, why don’t you just tell me?” Jiang Huai replied weakly.
“I find it interesting,” Fang Moye replied.
Jiang Huai was slightly taken aback, a hint of astonishment in his eyes.
“I thought you would agree,” she said.
“Haha, so in the Ancestral Master’s eyes, I’m just a bastard who gets aroused by any pretty woman, right?” Jiang Huai threw Fang Moye’s previous words back at her in a similar manner.
“Yes,” Fang Moye replied indifferently. “But when it comes to self-control, you do better than I do. I’m not as good as you.”
Fang Moye no longer stood beside him. Instead, she brought over a bamboo chair and lay down not far from him. She took off the jade-colored high heels below her ankles, exposing her white and tender little feet to the air. Her small feet were delicate and fair, now bathed in sunlight. They were warm and lustrous under the sun, like white jade and blossoming lotuses, or like fine porcelain, elegant and pure.
“Ancestral Master?” Jiang Huai suddenly thought of something and asked warily, “You won’t hate me, will you?”
Rejecting a woman was a deeply hurtful act. Love and hate were intertwined, not always opposed. Fang Moye turned her face and glanced at him indifferently, simply saying, “You guess.”
