Chapter 112: An Exciting Morning

The speaker was Xu Yue!

BOOM!!

In an instant, Yang Xun and Xu Qian felt as if they’d been struck by lightning, freezing in place with their minds completely blank.

Yang Xun’s first reaction was to look downstairs.

He saw Xu Yue dressed in a sharp business suit, its gray, form-fitting skirt perfectly accentuating her tall, slender figure.

Her long, black hair was tied up high, revealing a long, fair neck.

She carried a dark brown handbag on her left arm and held car keys in her right hand, clearly ready to leave for work.

She was standing next to her Volvo, head tilted up, staring with a puzzled expression at Xu Qian, who was leaning on the second-floor windowsill.

As for Xu Qian, she was scared stiff.

She leaned on the windowsill, hands pressed against the glass, staring blankly down at Xu Yue. Her mouth opened and closed, then opened and closed again. Her mind was a complete muddle, and she had no idea how to respond.

Behind her, Yang Xun remained in the same position, buried deep inside her, not daring to move an inch.

"Qianqian?"

When her sister didn’t answer for a long moment, the puzzled look on Xu Yue’s face deepened. She asked again, "What are you doing leaning on the window so early in the morning? Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

Just as Xu Qian was about to cry from anxiety, Yang Xun quickly assessed the angles and their position. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Don’t worry. From this angle, she can only see your head and shoulders. She can’t see me, and she definitely can’t see what’s happening down below!"

Hearing this, Xu Qian felt as if she’d grasped a lifeline. The tension in her body eased just a fraction.

She took a deep breath, forced a smile, and called down, "Sis... Sister, it’s nothing! I just woke up and wanted to lean on the window and get some fresh air. The morning air is so nice!"

"Get some fresh air?"

Xu Yue eyed her suspiciously for a moment, then shook her head and said with a sigh, "You, silly girl. Did you stay up late again last night? Look at those dark circles under your eyes. You look like a panda."

"N-No! I went to bed really early last night!"

Xu Qian gave a dry laugh, her voice trembling slightly.

Just then, Yang Xun’s hips shifted. The movement was slight, but it pressed right against her most sensitive spot.

"Nghh!!"

Xu Qian’s entire body shuddered violently. A muffled moan almost escaped her throat, but she quickly bit her lip, forcing it back down.

Her left hand shot behind her, slapping desperately at Yang Xun’s thigh, signaling him to stop moving.

However, not only did Yang Xun not stop, he grew even bolder. He began to thrust gently, over and over, at an excruciatingly slow pace.

The force of each thrust was gentle and the rhythm slow, yet every movement was impossibly precise. It was accompanied by penetrating wisps of True Qi, magnifying the pleasure several times over.

’Bastard! You absolute bastard!!’

In her mind, Xu Qian cursed eighteen generations of Yang Xun’s ancestors. But her legs had gone completely limp with pleasure, and she didn’t have a shred of strength left in her body. She was powerless to stop what the animal behind her was doing.

The only thing she could do was bite her lip hard and grip the edge of the windowsill tightly, trying not to let a single sound escape.

"Sis... do you have a meeting at the office today?"

Xu Qian forced herself to ask, her voice faltering.

"Yeah, there’s a board meeting at nine. I have to get there early."

Xu Yue glanced at her watch, her expression turning anxious.

"Then... you should get going. Don’t be late!"

Xu Qian’s voice was starting to tremble.

"Are you sure you’re okay?"

Xu Yue still looked unconvinced, her worried gaze fixed on the second floor.

"I’m fine, I’m fine! Really!! You should go, Sis!!"

Xu Qian urged her on, her face a mask of desperation.

Because Yang Xun’s damned rhythm had quickened again, and the intense, tingling pleasure was washing over her body in wave after wave.

She felt like she couldn’t hold on much longer.

"Alright, I’m leaving then."

Xu Yue didn’t ask any more questions, opening the car door and getting in.

Soon, the Volvo sedan slowly drove out of the yard.

Only when the car had completely disappeared from sight did Xu Qian finally let out the breath she’d been holding.

"Yang Xun! You animal!!"

The next moment, Xu Qian turned her head. Her beautiful eyes were bloodshot, and tears welled within them. Her voice trembled with a mixture of anger and grievance.

But when she saw Yang Xun’s face, she froze.

His deep eyes were filled with a mischievous grin and a triumphant look, yet they also held an indescribable... charm.

The thrilling sensation of their illicit tryst right under her sister’s nose now transformed into a scorching emotion, surging violently through her.

"Bastard!!"

Xu Qian cursed softly, wrapped her arms around Yang Xun’s neck, stood on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips fiercely against his!

Their lips and tongues tangled in a frenzy, like two blazing fires colliding.

Yang Xun took the opportunity to sweep Xu Qian into his arms, striding over to the bed. The two of them fell heavily onto the soft princess bed.

The velvet bedding crumpled beneath them, a pillow flew to the floor, and a small string of lights was knocked about, casting flickering shadows on the wall.

The curtain rose on an even more frenzied battle.

...

「Two hours later!」

Yang Xun slipped out of Xu Qian’s room without a sound.

He poked his head out to scan the hallway. After confirming it was empty, he tiptoed back to his own room and locked the door behind him.

PHEW!!

Yang Xun fell back onto his bed, hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling, unable to suppress the smile spreading across his face.

From last night to this morning, they had been at it for a good three or four hours.

Especially that scene this morning, with Xu Yue standing right downstairs chatting with Xu Qian, while he was behind her, secretly up to no good...

The feeling of tension so thick his heart could have exploded, combined with the thrill of being discovered at any moment, was simply out of this world.

What made him even more triumphant was that Xu Qian, a woman proud to her very core, had ended up kissing him on her own initiative and even clung to his neck, refusing to let go.

’What does this mean?’

’It means I’ve completely conquered my little sister-in-law!’

"Hehehe..."

Yang Xun couldn’t help but let out a wicked chuckle.

But after his laugh, he quickly composed himself and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Closing his eyes, Yang Xun began to circulate the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique, slowly guiding the Primordial Yin Qi he had absorbed from Xu Qian into his Dantian.

Rich streams of red vapor flowed into his Dantian like trickling brooks, where they were refined, absorbed, and converted by his True Qi.

Inside his Dantian, the total amount of his True Qi was slowly climbing.

Unlike with Huang Qi, from whom he was unable to absorb any more Primordial Yin Qi after they were together, Xu Qian’s Primordial Yin Qi was still quite plentiful.

Even though they had been intimate several times, the amount of Primordial Yin Qi he absorbed each time was still substantial.

’Interesting...’

Yang Xun sensed the changes in his Dantian, his brow furrowing slightly as a theory began to form in his mind.

’Different women possess different total amounts of Primordial Yin Qi.’

’Some women have abundant Primordial Yin Qi, allowing for continuous absorption even after many encounters. Others have very little, and it might be completely depleted after just one or two times.’

’Take Huang Qi, for example. Her Primordial Yin Qi was clearly on the low side; by the second time, I couldn’t absorb anything at all.’

’But Xu Qian’s Primordial Yin Qi is exceptionally abundant. At this rate, I could be with her several more times and still absorb a good amount.’

This discovery thrilled Yang Xun.

After finishing the refinement process, Yang Xun felt mentally drained, so he fell onto the bed and sank into a deep sleep.

...

RING RING RING!!

The urgent ringing of his phone startled Yang Xun from his sleep.

He groggily opened his eyes, rubbed his temples, and glanced out the window. The sun was bright and high in the sky; he figured it must be around noon.

Yang Xun fumbled for the phone by his pillow and glanced at the caller ID.

Murong Wei!

Yang Xun froze for a second, then quickly pressed the answer button. "Hello, Teacher Murong, what’s up?"

Murong Wei’s anxious voice came from the other end of the line. "Xiaoxun, something terrible has happened! That prescription you wrote—it’s made someone seriously ill!!"