Every night, Jiang Huai stayed in Wen Wanwan’s room.
Wanwan, with her brilliant plan, had already ensured all the other women were satisfied in the bathhouse. Tonight, it was her turn to be in the arms of the only one Jiang Huai hadn’t yet graced.
At this moment, Wen Wanwan was by the bedside, putting on thigh-high white stockings. The thin, sheer stockings gradually encased her jelly-like, white and tender skin. The edge of the stockings lightly pressed against her thighs. Wen Wanwan reached out and gently squeezed her leg, murmuring softly, “Husband?”
“Mm?” Jiang Huai tilted his head and looked at her.
“Wanwan wants to do it herself…”
“Oh…” So Jiang Huai obediently lay down. Wanwan’s body quickly leaned closer. Wanwan’s body had always been so smooth and warm; no matter where he touched, his hands were met with slipperiness. Jiang Huai inadvertently turned his head, looking at Ning Yuzhu, who was sitting innocently to the side.
Ning Yuzhu wasn’t just observing; she had set up an easel and was painting the two of them.
Jiang Huai leaned close to Wen Wanwan’s ear, “Why is Wanwan holding on so tight today?”
“I miss you so much, husband. Besides… Sister Ning is watching… Wanwan is shy.”
Wen Wanwan’s movements at this moment were careful and gentle, utterly ladylike, unlike her demeanor on the bed earlier. Jiang Huai gently stroked her flushed cheeks and said softly, “But I still want to hear Wanwan’s moans.”
“Husband is so naughty…”
“But I want to hear them.”
“Hmph… Husband is a scoundrel, going to the upper realm… and flirting with pretty fairies… Tonight… I’ll punish husband severely… Hmph… Hey, don’t… still, it’s not time yet…”
Wen Wanwan let out a pleading sound, akin to a soft cry. Her body was just beginning to reach its peak, not yet fully prepared, when she was unexpectedly touched in her sensitive place. Now, she trembled like a delicate flower meeting the rain.
She had to grab Jiang Huai’s hand, which was pressing on her waist, and pull it away. She gazed at him deeply for a while, puffing out her cheeks. Jiang Huai began to feel guilty out of self-consciousness. Then, Wen Wanwan straightened her waist and moved closer to Jiang Huai.
Ever since she gained the Fox Clan bloodline, she could always secrete some sweet fluid. And Wanwan’s favorite thing was to feed him while they were doing ‘bad things,’ muttering, “Do you like Mother’s offering…”
Regarding this “Mother” move, even if Jiang Huai used it on Luo Yueguan, Luo Yueguan would blush furiously. Only Wanwan could actively use this play to completely dominate Jiang Huai.
Later that night.
Wen Wanwan, fully satisfied, looked at Ning Yuzhu, who was now sitting on a chair with slightly flushed cheeks. Wanwan’s eyes were languid and seductive, devoid of the shyness and delicate compliance from the day. Instead, she playfully said, “Senior Sister Ning… are you craving it too?”
“I am,” Ning Yuzhu’s lips curved upwards as she answered softly.
But Wen Wanwan sat excessively on the edge of the bed, spread her snow-white, slender legs apart, and tilted her head, “Then, Senior Sister Ning, would you mind… cleaning me up first?”
Ning Yuzhu’s eyes remained as gentle as ever. She slowly stood up and leaned closer, but not in the way Wen Wanwan expected, with a wet wipe or handkerchief. Instead, she slowly lowered her head, her lips slightly parted, her delicate pink tongue smooth and warm.
“Does this kind of cleaning satisfy you, Sister Wanwan?” Ning Yuzhu’s eyes were still gentle, showing no hint of shyness. Instead, Wen Wanwan’s eyes brightened slightly, “Senior Sister Ning is so good at kissing.”
“Because when this guy was in the upper realm, he used to bully Senior Disciple Sister while forcing her to kiss me like this on the bed. He’s too much.”
“Ew… Husband, so naughty.” Wen Wanwan gave Jiang Huai a look of disdain, but turned to Ning Yuzhu with renewed tenderness. She extended her hand towards Ning Yuzhu, who then naturally got up and nestled into her arms. Wen Wanwan leaned close to her ear and whispered playfully, “Senior Sister Ning smells so good.”
“Then does Sister Wanwan want to kiss me too?”
“May I?”
“You may.”
Wen Wanwan didn’t kiss her directly but started from Ning Yuzhu’s cheeks, kissing her all the way to her neck and collarbone. She also stealthily removed Ning Yuzhu’s dress. This skilled action gave Jiang Huai a peculiar sense of déjà vu.
He was often the one doing such things, and now Wen Wanwan had stolen his moves.
Wen Wanwan was the “bad woman” who had once again won the championship in the courtyard’s kissing competition. As the saying goes, women understand women best. In no time, Ning Yuzhu’s body became soft and weak from the kisses. Wen Wanwan then embraced her from behind, cupping her legs. At this point, Wen Wanwan smiled slyly, “Alright, Senior Sister Ning has been subdued by me. Husband… you can do naughty things to her now.”
Jiang Huai began to wonder when he would die in Wen Wanwan’s bed.
***
After that, Jiang Huai didn’t return to Chu Xianning’s courtyard for three days.
After all, it had been a long time since they last met. Furthermore, Jiang Ning and Ning Yuzhu had just arrived, so Jiang Huai had to introduce them around more. Ning Yuzhu quickly became acquainted with the girls in the courtyard. Her demeanor there was much like Wanwan’s, often gentle as water, occasionally childish, and she took charge of everyone’s meals, keeping track of each person’s tastes and preferences. The dishes she made daily were never the same, and she never put on airs, calling the girls in the courtyard her sisters and occasionally guiding them in their cultivation.
Jiang Ning, on the other hand, was quieter. She retained her delicate appearance but was very friendly. She gifted everyone in the courtyard a present she had specifically chosen from the upper realm. Having understood everyone in the courtyard intimately, she had been observing Jiang Huai since he was a child, witnessing all his interactions. In fact, she ended up having a very good relationship with Luo Qingyu.
Perhaps because Luo Qingyu had also called Jiang Huai “Jiang Huai Gege” before, they often played chess together. They had even slept together last night. She told Luo Qingyu many stories about when Jiang Huai was still her brother.
On the fourth day, Jiang Huai went to pick up Xu Qing and Mu Yao. They had made some minor gains in the Secret Realm, and their cultivation levels were already close to the Seventh Realm… but he wondered if they would feel like their trip to the Secret Realm was a waste of time when they returned to the courtyard and found that all the sisters there were already at least at the Eighth Realm.
The sisters in the courtyard had naturally benefited from Jiang Huai’s diligent efforts these past few days. With his current Divine King cultivation, the improvement he gave to his partners from a single session of Dual Cultivation would take a long, long time to fully refine. Furthermore, Jiang Ning had specifically improved the incantations of the Yin-Yang Joy of Union Secret Method, even turning “bullying buttocks” into a form of Dual Cultivation… how wicked.
On the Spirit Boat, Jiang Huai first appeased the impatient Mu Yao. Xu Qing, however, was still somewhat shy, covering her lips and unwilling to let out excessively intimate moans. Her cheeks were always flushed, and if Jiang Huai asked her to obediently twist her waist, she would be too shy to even look him in the eyes.
After bringing Xu Qing and Mu Yao back to the courtyard, Jiang Huai stayed there for several more days. Nearly seven days later, he finally returned to Chu Xianning’s courtyard.
***
Speaking of which, after not seeing Chu Xianning for seven days, Jiang Huai also hadn’t seen Fang Moye for seven days.
After all, Fang Moye hadn’t gone out much during these seven days, staying in Chu Xianning’s courtyard, drinking tea and playing chess with her. They were both very capable of enduring loneliness, and even so, they wouldn’t feel bored. Jiang Huai cautiously pushed open the door. Inside, Chu Xianning was trimming flower branches with Fang Moye.
Upon seeing Fang Moye in her black Daoist Robe, Jiang Huai thought of the times in the upper realm when she rarely wore underwear. He couldn’t help but wonder if Fang Moye was wearing any today, but with Chu Xianning right there, he didn’t dare to lean in and lift Fang Moye’s Daoist Robe as he would have in the upper realm.
“You’re back?” Chu Xianning said faintly.
“Mm,” Jiang Huai nodded.
He had mostly made arrangements for Wen Wanwan. As for Jiang Ning, she placed White Dew Mountain at the edge of the Tian Xuan Sect’s mountain. The moment White Dew Mountain appeared, the Worldly spiritual energy in the entire Eastern Region underwent a qualitative change. The spiritual energy in the entire Tian Xuan Sect became terrifyingly dense, so much so that Li Qiushan even sent a message, tremblingly asking Jiang Huai which immortal he had brought back from the upper realm, and how he possessed such terrifying means. But when Jiang Huai told Li Qiushan of his current cultivation level, Li Qiushan was so shocked he almost fainted.
Now, Jiang Huai’s cultivation level in this world was akin to a multidimensional entity descending to Earth. He could tear through space and go anywhere he wished in an instant. He had used spatial tearing to pick up Xu Qing and Mu Yao a while ago; returning by Spirit Boat was only because he wanted to appease them on the boat, which caused some delay.
After that faint question, Chu Xianning said nothing more. She simply picked a small flower and, suddenly recalling something, leaned in and tucked it into Fang Moye’s hair. Fang Moye smiled gently.
Upon returning to the courtyard, Jiang Huai began preparing lunch. After lunch, Chu Xianning took a nap. In the courtyard, Jiang Huai and Fang Moye sat by the chessboard. Jiang Huai thought for a moment and mumbled softly, “Does Ancestral Master want to come to my room tonight?”
Fang Moye’s white and tender little feet under the table kicked him, then her eyes subtly glanced at Chu Xianning’s door, as if signaling Jiang Huai to be quieter. But a moment later, she changed her mind, “I want to learn ‘cultivating the heart’ from Ningning.”
“Huh?”
“In terms of mindset, I find myself far inferior to Ningning. From now on… I will gradually try to control my mindset with ease. You are not allowed to tempt me into doing naughty things with you anymore; only when I wish it, can you Dual Cultivate with me.”
Fang Moye’s expression was cold and serious at this moment, looking quite convincing.
But Jiang Huai took out a pearl chain woven with purple jade beads, with a small bell at the end. He merely shook the pearl chain, and Fang Moye’s legs under her skirt couldn’t help but press together.
This was likely because every time Jiang Huai used it to tease her, the small bell would make a crisp sound. Now, hearing this crisp sound, she had a conditioned reflex. Her eyes shot Jiang Huai a look of exasperation, “I’m serious!”
“How serious?”
Jiang Huai then accidentally dropped two small bamboo clips from his sleeve. These two small bamboo clips had once been clipped to Fang Moye’s sensitive peaks, causing her to gasp in pleasure. Fang Moye’s cheeks flushed again instinctively, as if she had been wronged, “I’m telling Ningning that you bullied me.”
The next moment, Jiang Huai put everything away. He instantly put on a serious expression and said with clear sobriety, “I also think it’s good for Ancestral Master to cultivate the heart. Cultivators should be able to control their desires at will. I wish to cultivate the heart together with Ancestral Master. Ancestral Master, please do not knock on my door tonight. If you do, I will have to tell Ningning.”
Fang Moye was choked by him again, and she angrily raised her small feet under the table to kick him. However, this time Jiang Huai caught her ankle. Thus, her Snow Lotus feet under the Daoist Robe were reluctantly forced into his palm, allowing him to play with them as he pleased.
