707 How Could Master Be Like This?
From the current situation, Fang Moye’s plan to cultivate her mind seems to be quite successful.
For more than half a month, Jiang Huai spent half of his nights in the courtyard, sleeping alone. Fang Moye’s room was right next to his, but Fang Moye never quietly knocked on his door at night for a session of conjugal bliss.
Jiang Huai wondered if Fang Moye had truly changed her ways. Had his previous prejudice against Fang Moye been too great, making him believe her mind-cultivation plan was doomed to fail? Now, by staying by Chu Xianning’s side, Fang Moye seemed to have truly regained her senses. Not only did she refuse any nighttime intimacy, but even during the day, if Jiang Huai wanted to touch her white and tender little feet, she would wave her snow-white calf and push his hand away with a cold expression.
As expected, women are creatures who change their minds faster than they flip through a book.
Jiang Huai did not feel any sense of defeat from this. Instead, he considered it a good thing. If Fang Moye truly became so abstinent and found joy in it, then as long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.
Left with nothing to do, Jiang Huai could only trim the flowers and plants in the courtyard, occasionally visiting other courtyards, or playing new games with the succubi in their cave. Now, White Dew Mountain was nearby, where Ning Yuzhu, Jiang Zhi, and Jiang Ning lived, not too far away. Jiang Ning had even used her Daoist magic to construct a spirit bridge.
When Jiang Huai arrived at Jiang Ning’s courtyard, she was playing with a rubber duck in the bath.
It was summer, and the courtyard was sweltering. Jiang Ning disliked using spiritual energy to shield herself from the heat and cold, so she naturally found herself in the bath. The water rippled around her shoulders. Jiang Huai watched the girl in the bath. Jiang Ning lifted her white and tender little feet out of the water, splashing him directly on the chest.
At this moment, Jiang Huai, of course, was no longer as reserved as before. Instead, he leaped into the pool and joined Jiang Ning. The cool water of the bathhouse dispelled the summer heat, feeling especially soothing. Jiang Huai closed his eyes in comfort.
However, when he opened his eyes again, Jiang Ning, who was beside him, had suddenly transformed.
He paused for a moment, a little stunned.
No matter how many times he saw her true appearance, Jiang Huai couldn’t help but feel his heart race. He couldn’t describe the feeling in words. She was the embodiment of beauty: a slender figure, full breasts, and long, well-proportioned legs. Everything was so perfect, without a single flaw. At this moment, she was looking at Jiang Huai playfully, leaning closer and blowing lightly on his face.
“Why have you suddenly changed like this again…?”
“Suddenly remembered, it seems…” Jiang Ning’s fingers drew circles on his chest. “I haven’t done anything bad with you in this form yet.”
Before Jiang Huai could even speak, Jiang Ning had already leaned in. She gently wrapped her arms around Jiang Huai’s neck. Despite being completely unprepared, she was already leaning in close. Jiang Huai quickly embraced her slender waist. “Don’t you want a kiss first?”
“Hmph… this body is special, you know…” Jiang Ning whispered into his ear, her voice seductive and cool. “So… be restrained.”
In an instant, Jiang Huai felt as if he were enveloped in warm water. His nose caught a pleasant fragrance, and he couldn’t help but bury his face in her chest, greedily inhaling her scent. But after a moment, Jiang Ning pushed his head away and, within his sight, lifted her plump, round breasts. Her eyes held a mischievous arrogance. “Open your mouth.”
***
Jiang Huai vaguely returned to the courtyard.
His head was still a little dizzy, perhaps because Jiang Ning’s true appearance in this life was too overwhelming. Even the little Huai, who was usually very restraining, couldn’t help himself. He had “bullied” little Ning three or four times in the bathhouse until little Ning was in tears, begging for mercy. Only then did he finally regain some clarity.
What was worse, as he was leaving, Jiang Ning playfully prostrated herself on the ground, mimicking the scene he had seen in the bathhouse that day. She gently parted her buttocks and looked back at him, saying that when he came next time, he could play with it. Jiang Huai almost pounced on her again, but unfortunately, Jiang Ning managed to restrain him with just one finger, laughing heartily. After she had thoroughly unleashed his desires with her white and tender little feet, she finally let Jiang Huai leave.
In the courtyard, Fang Moye and Chu Xianning were playing chess.
Their chess skills were equally matched. After greeting them, Jiang Huai went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. During dinner, Jiang Huai drank a little alcohol and poured some for Chu Xianning and Fang Moye as well. After eating and drinking their fill, Jiang Huai lazily leaned back in the bamboo chair in the courtyard, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky.
Chu Xianning and Fang Moye went to bathe.
Chu Xianning rarely bathed with others. Even when her long-time friend Luo Yueguan sometimes wanted to bathe with her, Chu Xianning would hesitate. But with Fang Moye, it seemed to be no problem. Jiang Huai happily guarded his immortal master’s bath time in the courtyard every day.
Today, Chu Xianning was wearing a light pink nightgown, which softened her demeanor, making her appear hazy. Her snow-white and tender calves beneath the skirt were slender and long. At this moment, water droplets slowly dripped down her skin. On her fair white and tender little feet, she still had the lotus-pink nail polish that Jiang Huai had applied for her a few days ago.
So cute.
Jiang Huai found himself unable to look away. He inadvertently glanced at Fang Moye. Fang Moye was wearing a light purple nightgown. Compared to Chu Xianning’s slender figure, her figure was much more seductive. She had always been the type who could place her chest on the table. In the past, when Jiang Huai did bad things, he enjoyed playing with her plump, round breasts. Seeing her cheeks flush with a mixture of shyness and annoyance made him particularly happy.
But Jiang Huai quickly averted his gaze after just one glance at Fang Moye.
He had actually been well-behaved and restrained these past few days, never initiating any teasing with Fang Moye.
In an instant, Jiang Huai shifted his gaze back to Chu Xianning. Chu Xianning’s eyes were clear and gentle at this moment. Looking into her eyes, Jiang Huai suddenly whispered, “I want a hug, Master.”
After giving him a sideways glance, Chu Xianning was silent for a moment before coming to him. She gathered her skirt and then naturally sat on his lap. Jiang Huai immediately gently embraced her slender waist, resting his chin on her shoulder and nuzzling her ear. “Hmm? Why is Master so agreeable today?”
“A reward.”
“Hmm? Why are you rewarding me?” This time, Jiang Huai was a little bewildered.
“You’ve been very obedient,” Chu Xianning replied calmly.
A moment later, Jiang Huai understood. By “obedient,” Chu Xianning meant that he had truly not harbored any improper thoughts towards Fang Moye these days. In the next moment, Jiang Huai began to push his luck. “Then can I sleep holding you tonight, Master?”
Chu Xianning thought about it seriously, then nodded softly. “Yes.”
And so, Jiang Huai slept all night holding Chu Xianning’s fragrant and soft body. He didn’t have any strange thoughts all night, sleeping particularly soundly.
***
Early morning.
Jiang Huai felt enveloped in moisture again. He groggily opened his eyes. At first, he was slightly taken aback, and then he saw Fang Moye straddling him. Fang Moye was biting her lip slightly, her body tense, as if trying cautiously not to wake him. But how could that be possible?
“Yeye?” Jiang Huai thought for a moment, then changed his address. “No, Ancestral Master… Isn’t it better to tell me directly if you want to cultivate? Why are you sneaking around again?”
“Can’t… endure it…” Tears seemed to glisten in the corners of Fang Moye’s eyes. Her gaze was full of longing. As her buttocks swayed and her waist sank, a look of satisfaction instantly appeared on her face.
Jiang Huai didn’t intend to resist, nor did he intend to cooperate. He merely rested his hands lazily behind his head and then pouted with dissatisfaction. “Aren’t you afraid of waking Ningning?”
“Ningning… won’t wake up… I set up… a soundproof… formation…”
“Instead, it will make you bite tighter, right?” Jiang Huai looked at Chu Xianning’s sleeping profile beside him and suddenly wanted to angrily slap Fang Moye’s voluptuous breasts. But he thought that this would be too much of a reward for her, so he remained motionless, just watching Fang Moye’s own efforts to twist her waist and wiggle her hips.
Fortunately, Fang Moye was accustomed to this position from before. Her skills were exceptionally proficient. After a while, she still hadn’t had her fill, but she had already “drained” Little Huai. She panted lightly on Jiang Huai’s chest and leaned close to his ear. “Your turn.”
“No,” Jiang Huai decisively refused Fang Moye’s suggestion.
Fang Moye immediately let out a displeased whimper of begging for mercy, nuzzling against him like a spoiled child. But even when she leaned in to kiss Jiang Huai, he remained perfunctory and motionless.
Because he felt a little depressed in his heart.
Fang Moye wanted to cultivate her mind, so he couldn’t engage in Dual Cultivation with her. But Fang Moye could seek him out. This was an unequal treaty from the start. However, because he had been rewarded and compensated by Chu Xianning, Jiang Huai wasn’t angry, just still depressed.
So he decided not to cooperate with Fang Moye.
Fang Moye’s desire had been accumulating for nearly a month. At this moment, she was like a female beast in heat. Yet, even though she was already cultivating with Jiang Huai, she still felt something was missing in her heart. Gradually, she suddenly realized that perhaps what she liked more was when Jiang Huai thrust into her from behind, patting her buttocks, leaving red marks on them, and even excessively humiliating her, making her cheeks flush and causing her to cry aggrievedly.
But at this moment, Jiang Huai had become like a cold, unfeeling tool. He remained motionless, as if she were trying her best to please Jiang Huai, but Jiang Huai was completely indifferent.
It was only now that Fang Moye suddenly realized that the one on top was the passive party.
“Your turn…”
Fang Moye’s body was pressed against him, trying her best to lift her hips and move up and down. Tears were about to fall onto Jiang Huai’s chest, but Jiang Huai just watched her aggrieved and anxious appearance with enjoyment, still motionless.
Enjoy it!
Let’s see you cultivate your mind!
In the past, there were times when Fang Moye would ride on top of him, leaning back and bringing her white and tender little feet to Jiang Huai for him to play with and kiss. But now, even if she struck such a pose, Jiang Huai remained indifferent, as if he had no interest in the white and tender little feet before him, completely disenchanted.
Fang Moye still hadn’t achieved satisfaction.
Little Huai, however, had comfortably ejaculated twice.
“Are you angry with me?” Fang Moye suddenly realized at this moment. Her beautiful white face was pressed against his chest. Softly and tenderly, she began to beg for mercy. The cold and dignified demeanor she had displayed earlier in the courtyard, by Chu Xianning’s side, had vanished without a trace.
“I, I’m actually not trying to cultivate my mind… it’s just… it’s just… I felt I should have some dignity as a Master in front of Ningning, so I said that…”
“These past few days… I’ve been thinking about it every night… but, but out of consideration for Ningning… I had to… had to do this…”
Jiang Huai looked down at her completely earnest plea and tapped her head. “Heh heh, so last night I slept with Ningning, and it made you, who had been holding back for so long, extremely jealous, which is why you deliberately came to find me at this time, right?”
“No… it’s not… that’s not right… not entirely… it’s just that the more I thought about it, the more wronged I felt, and then… then I completely broke down… couldn’t hold back anymore…”
“So you admit it was just you being prideful?”
“Yes…” Fang Moye looked at him aggrievedly.
“Actually, even if you hadn’t said anything to Ningning, she wouldn’t have blamed you, right? It’s clearly because you’re too proud that you’re acting like this. Even if you had told Ningning from the beginning that you just wanted to do bad things with me, she wouldn’t have been displeased, would she?”
“I know… but I… but I…”
“Heh heh, you want both face and comfort? There aren’t that many good things in the world.” Jiang Huai angrily slapped her buttocks. With a “pop,” this actually lessened Fang Moye’s grievance by a lot. She rubbed her face against his chest. “Do you know you were wrong?”
The familiar feeling returned.
This was Fang Moye’s true self in bed. Jiang Huai had thought Fang Moye had truly turned over a new leaf.
He sneered and finally picked up Fang Moye’s body. He let her support herself on the bed with her knees and elbows. Fang Moye quickly assumed the most suitable position, her slender waist almost flat against the bed. She was too skilled.
Jiang Huai calmly grabbed her buttocks and suddenly said, “Do you know I just disabled the soundproof formation?”
Fang Moye froze for a moment. But in the next instant, her body tensed, her toes curled, and as she stiffly turned her head, she saw that Chu Xianning was indeed lying on her side, her eyes still maintaining their usual coolness, just looking at her calmly.
Gradually, a complex emotion appeared in Chu Xianning’s eyes. She let out a sigh.
She reached out and touched Fang Moye’s face, pinching her jade-like, delicate pink cheek.
“Master, how could you be like this?” Her tone held a hint of helplessness, but the coldness had receded, revealing a trace of gentleness.
