Chapter 136: Impotent?

HISS!!

In that instant, Yang Xun felt like he was walking on clouds. His whole body felt weightless, and the pleasure was so intense it made his scalp tingle.

He looked down at Chen Xiafang, and for a moment, it all felt like a dream.

The neighbor who had watched him grow up was actually kneeling on the ground, "disinfecting" him in this way.

Her pretty face was slightly flushed, her almond eyes half-open. Her long eyelashes fluttered gently like a butterfly’s wings. Her lips enveloped his most vulnerable part, her movements gentle and delicate.

Moreover, as a mature woman, Chen Xiafang’s technique was far better than any young girl’s. She was incredibly skilled and had her own unique approach.

Every slide of her tongue and every tightening of her lips was perfectly timed. She controlled the rhythm like an experienced maestro, pushing Yang Xun’s senses to their absolute limit.

’It felt better and better!’

Yang Xun couldn’t stop himself from placing a hand on Chen Xiafang’s head. His fingers sank into her soft, smooth hair, and he stroked it gently, as if petting a docile cat.

The moment he touched her, Chen Xiafang’s almond eyes lifted slightly, meeting his gaze.

A hint of shyness flashed in her eyes, but it was outweighed by a sense of satisfaction, of being validated. As if greatly encouraged, her efforts became even more fervent.

But deep down, a thread of guilt pricked her heart like a fine needle.

Just last night, her daughter had done *that* with the man before her, and now, here she was, taking that same man into her mouth.

This sense of transgression filled her with extreme shame, yet alongside the guilt, she also felt an unprecedented thrill.

"Auntie, you... you’re amazing!"

Yang Xun praised in a hoarse voice, stroking Chen Xiafang’s hair.

Hearing his words, a triumphant glint flashed in Chen Xiafang’s almond eyes. Her movements grew even more vigorous as she completely immersed herself in the task.

At the same time, a dense cloud of Primordial Yin Qi began to emanate from her, seeping slowly from her body like a pale red mist.

’Such dense Primordial Yin Qi!’

A look of delight washed over Yang Xun’s face. He immediately began circulating the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique, drawing the overwhelming Primordial Yin Qi from the air into his Dantian in a continuous stream.

His Dantian, like a ravenous beast, frantically devoured every wisp of Primordial Yin Qi, and his reserves of True Qi began to climb once more.

"Huh? Why isn’t it getting hard?"

Just then, Chen Xiafang released him, her eyes filled with confusion as she stared down at him.

She clearly remembered how yesterday, a single glance at her body had been enough to make him as hard as an iron rod.

But now, after she’d been pleasuring him with her mouth for so long, it was still hanging there, completely limp and unresponsive.

"Hmm??"

Hearing her, Yang Xun also looked down, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

It was, indeed, limp—a stark contrast to its previously majestic state. It was like a lifeless snake, utterly limp and devoid of any vitality.

’What the hell is going on??’

For a moment, Yang Xun was bewildered. He immediately sank his Divine Sense into his body and began searching for the cause.

"Don’t tell me... the burn made you impotent?"

Chen Xiafang’s words struck Yang Xun’s ears like a clap of thunder. Her pretty face instantly turned deathly pale as she spoke, her expression full of terror.

"N-no... that can’t be!"

Yang Xun was getting scared too, because he truly couldn’t feel anything.

Just now, when Chen Xiafang had taken him in her mouth, he should have been over the moon with pleasure. But after that first initial rush, he’d felt nothing at all!

’It was completely different from before!’

In the past, forget about a woman taking him in her mouth—just the sight of a beautiful woman’s body was enough to make him as hard as an iron pillar.

But now, with Chen Xiafang’s scorching hot body right in front of him, he felt absolutely no reaction!

"Come with me, I’ll give you a thorough check-up!"

Chen Xiafang’s heart was racing with panic. She grabbed Yang Xun’s arm and pulled him toward her room.

’There was only one thought in her mind now... I absolutely cannot let Yang Xun become impotent!’

Putting aside her daughter’s relationship with Yang Xun, just based on the years of friendship she’d shared with his parents as neighbors, if she’d scalded him and made him impotent, ending the Yang Family line... how could she ever face his parents in the afterlife?

Before he died, Yang Xun’s father’s greatest wish was for the Yang Family to continue its bloodline.

If her bowl of chicken soup severed the Yang Family’s line, she wouldn’t be able to face Old Yang even in death!

After they entered the room, Chen Xiafang locked the door behind them. She then hurried to the window and pulled the curtains shut, making sure they were tightly drawn.

The room was plunged into darkness, save for a sliver of light peeking through a gap in the curtains.

"Auntie, what are you doing?"

Yang Xun stood rooted to the spot, staring at Chen Xiafang in confusion.

"Xiaoxun, Auntie is going to give you a thorough examination to see if you’ve really become impotent!"

Chen Xiafang’s tone was incredibly serious, her almond eyes filled with anxiety and self-reproach.

With that, she reached out and pushed Yang Xun right onto the bed.

Yang Xun staggered and fell backward onto the soft mattress. Before he could even react, Chen Xiafang had already sat on the edge of the bed, her hands reaching for him down there.

First, she carefully examined its appearance. The swelling and redness had mostly subsided. Although the skin was still slightly flushed, it didn’t look much different than before.

Then, she extended a fair, slender hand, grasped him gently, and began to toy with him.

She kneaded, stroked, and tried a variety of techniques.

One minute passed. No reaction.

Two minutes passed. Still no reaction.

Three minutes... five minutes...

It lay limp in her palm like a dead fish. No matter how she tried to stimulate it, it didn’t so much as twitch.

’It’s over, it’s over. The burn must have ruined it!’

Chen Xiafang’s expression grew increasingly grim. Her almond eyes gradually welled up with tears, her face a mask of deep self-reproach and terror.

Meanwhile, Yang Xun lay on the bed, his own expression just as grave.

Even after being handled by Chen Xiafang for so long, he realized he felt absolutely nothing!

It wasn’t a matter of holding back; he genuinely couldn’t feel a single thing!

It was as if all the nerves in that area were dead. No matter how she stimulated him, it was like she was touching a block of wood.

’What... what the hell was happening!’

’Don’t tell me... I’m really fucking impotent now?!’