Chapter 195: The Woman on the Bed

"Mmph... mmmph..."

As the scalding torrent surged, Yue Feifei choked, her face losing all color. Pained whimpers escaped her lips.

She instinctively raised her hands and pushed hard against Yang Xun’s abdomen, trying to escape the suffocating pressure.

But Yang Xun was a Cultivator at the Fifth Layer of the Qi Refining Realm. His strength was simply too immense. His hands were like iron clamps, holding the back of Yue Feifei’s head. Her feeble struggles were useless against him. She could only tilt her head back and silently endure the violent, successive waves of his assault.

The strange sensation deep in her throat made her want to gag, but there was no escape. Countless little "tadpoles" ultimately flowed down her throat and flooded into her stomach.

After a long dozen seconds, Yang Xun finally finished his frantic, drawn-out release.

He let out a long, cloudy breath, finally releasing his grip and taking a step back.

Without his support, Yue Feifei’s tense body immediately went limp.

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the cold, dirt floor. Propping herself up with her hands, she gasped for air, her delicate face flushed crimson. A few involuntary tears even welled in the corners of her eyes. Her expression was one of pure agony.

COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!

Yue Feifei coughed violently, feeling as if her throat had been scalded raw.

Seeing this, Yang Xun felt he might have been a bit too rough. He quickly squatted down and reached out to pat her back comfortingly. "Feifei, are you okay...?"

"Bastard, don’t touch me!"

Yue Feifei exploded with fury. She snapped her head up and glared at Yang Xun, cursing him out. "Yang Xun! You son of a bitch! You fucking pervert! You... you actually came in my mouth and forced me to swallow it! You’re sick!"

Faced with Yue Feifei’s murderous glare, Yang Xun put on an innocent act.

He shrugged, spreading his hands. "Hey, now that’s not fair, is it? You’re the one who agreed to it in the car. You said I could finish in your mouth this time and that you wouldn’t resist. How come you’re getting mad now that I’ve done exactly what you promised?"

"I..."

At his words, Yue Feifei was rendered speechless, freezing on the spot.

She opened her mouth, her cheeks burning red, but couldn’t think of a rebuttal.

Because Yang Xun was right. This was a condition she had personally agreed to. Back then, to get his help in retrieving the antique calligraphy and paintings, she had held her nose and accepted even this humiliating term.

She just hadn’t expected that not only would Yang Xun actually go through with it, but that there would be so much. He had completely filled her up!

Seeing Yue Feifei’s defeated look, Yang Xun found it secretly amusing. But he knew the girl was thin-skinned; if he kept teasing her, she’d probably get genuinely angry.

He took the opportunity to reach out, grab her arm, and help her up from the ground. He said in a serious tone, "Alright, alright, don’t be angry. My stuff isn’t like a normal person’s. It contains extremely pure energy that’s very beneficial to the human body. Not only does it strengthen you, but it also has beautifying effects. Other people couldn’t get it from me even if they begged. You’re the one who’s come out ahead."

"Pah! Stop your bullshit!"

Yue Feifei shot him an irritated glare and wiped her mouth forcefully, her face full of disgust. "What kind of benefits could something so disgusting possibly have? Do you really think I’m a three-year-old you can just fool?!"

Seeing that Yue Feifei didn’t believe him, Yang Xun didn’t argue further.

After all, the fewer people who knew he was a Cultivator, the better. Besides, he had already verified the beautifying effects of his essence on his sister, Yang Cai. The results were comparable to an Immortal Pill. Yue Feifei would naturally discover her skin improving later.

Yang Xun went along with her, offering a few more placating words and coaxing her gently for a while. Yue Feifei’s anger finally started to subside.

It was already past three in the morning, and there was no way to get a taxi from the abandoned factory area.

The two of them had no choice but to walk under the moonlight along a remote path for nearly half an hour before finally reaching a main road.

With the cool night breeze on her face, Yue Feifei’s emotions finally calmed down completely.

After waiting for over ten minutes, they finally hailed a late-night taxi.

They got in the car and rode in silence as it drove steadily back to the city.

When they reached an intersection in the city, the two prepared to part ways.

Yang Xun needed to go back to Xiaoxie Village, while Yue Feifei was heading home.

Before leaving, Yue Feifei stood by the car door, her tone becoming extremely serious as she warned, "Yang Xun, Young Master Zhou’s plan to lure the snake from its hole is good, but those people are ruthless. You have to be careful on your own. If you run into danger, contact me immediately. Don’t confront Xie Haitao head-on, understand?"

Hearing her words of concern, Yang Xun’s heart warmed slightly. He nodded with a smile. "Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing."

"Okay, I’m leaving then."

Yue Feifei gave him a deep look, then turned and got into another taxi.

Watching Yue Feifei’s taxi disappear into the night, Yang Xun hailed another car and headed toward Xiaoxie Village.

By the time he returned home to Xiaoxie Village, it was already past four in the morning.

The courtyard was silent, without a single light on.

Yang Xun quietly pushed open the main gate and entered the courtyard. He saw that the rooms of Mi Ting, Yang Cai, Chen Xiafang, and the others were all dark. They were clearly fast asleep.

Not wanting to disturb them, he navigated through the dark by feel, a path he knew well, to his own room, pushed the door open, and went inside.

Without even turning on the light, Yang Xun casually stripped off his jacket and pants, leaving him in just his underwear. He eagerly threw back the covers and dove into bed, ready for a good night’s sleep.

However, the moment he lay down, his body suddenly stiffened.

’Something’s wrong!’

’The bed is warm!’

And his arm had just brushed against a soft, warm, smooth body!

’There’s someone in my bed!’

Yang Xun froze for a second, then a wry smile touched his lips.

’No need to even think about it. Who else but Mi Ting and Chen Xiafang, that exquisite mother-daughter pair who, having tasted the forbidden fruit, now craved more, would sneak into my room and crawl into my bed in the middle of the night?’

’I just conquered that mother-daughter pair last night, and now they’re already serving themselves up on a platter again tonight?’

’This mother and daughter duo... they really are clingy...’

Yang Xun grumbled to himself. The wicked fire inside him that had just been extinguished was instantly rekindled by the soft touch.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he rolled over, wrapped his powerful arms around the woman lying with her back to him, and pulled her tight into his embrace.

The woman’s body gave off a faint, clean scent of body wash, and her skin was as smooth as silk.

Yang Xun’s mind instantly began to race as his practiced hands started to roam freely.

His left hand climbed up her slender waist, cupping her soft breast and kneading it gently. His right hand, meanwhile, traveled down past her flat stomach, probing directly for the mysterious valley below.

"Mmm..."

The woman in his arms was clearly sound asleep. Half-consciously feeling someone touching her, she squirmed involuntarily, letting out a soft, continuous hum.

"Mmm-hmm..."

Hearing that nasal sound, which was somewhat childish and endearing, Yang Xun’s movements abruptly stopped. His eyes flew wide open.

’That voice is wrong!’

’That’s not Mi Ting’s voice, and it’s definitely not Chen Xiafang’s!’

At the same time, he keenly registered a huge difference in what he was feeling.

The size of the breast in his left hand was clearly wrong. Both Mi Ting and Chen Xiafang were incredibly buxom and well-endowed. But what he held now, while perfectly shaped and perky, was much smaller—barely a handful.

What made his scalp tingle even more was that what his right hand felt was also completely wrong!

It was incredibly smooth and delicate down there, without any obstruction. There wasn’t a single hair!

In an instant, Yang Xun broke out in a cold sweat, his mind racing frantically.

He clearly remembered that both Mi Ting and Chen Xiafang had hair down there; neither of them was completely bare.

And among all the women he knew, only one was naturally hairless like that... his sister, whom he had depended on his whole life...

Just as Yang Xun’s heart pounded in his chest and his thoughts were in turmoil, the woman in his arms seemed to be fully awakened by his actions. She instinctively rolled over to face him.

By the faint moonlight filtering through the window, Yang Xun looked down.

Through a few messy strands of hair, he clearly saw a face as pretty as a picture, pure and flawless.

BOOM!

The moment he saw that face clearly, it was as if a clap of thunder had exploded in his mind!