Chapter 35: I Want to See His Face

One of Xu Qian’s hands gripped him tightly, moving in sync with her mouth.

Her other hand caressed the inside of Yang Xun’s thigh, her nails occasionally scraping lightly against his skin, sending a tingling sting through him.

The rhythm of her mouth changed, at times fast and deep, at others slow and grinding.

The tip of her tongue changed its angle and pressure, exploring every sensitive nerve ending with meticulous care.

Occasionally, she would let out deliberately provocative sounds.

"Mmm~~"

"Ahh~~"

Those breathy, nasal moans, combined with the unceasing motion of her lips... Forget Yang Xun, any other man would have surrendered long ago.

But Yang Xun remained as steady as a rock, looking down and enjoying the show, his eyes filled with triumph!!

’Oh, Xu Qian, Xu Qian!’

’You never would have guessed, would you? The man you’re so enthusiastically servicing right now is the very brother-in-law you despise!’

’You’re so fierce when you’re scolding your brother-in-law!’

’But when you’re taking care of him... you’re so gentle, so damn sexy!!’

...

「Forty minutes passed.」

Xu Qian’s jaw had begun to ache.

She had to stop. Rubbing her sore jaw, she looked up at Yang Xun, her face a mask of disbelief. "How are you doing this? Are you really the same guy who tapped out in eight and a half minutes two days ago?"

"Like you said, that was two days ago."

A smirk played on Yang Xun’s lips, and his voice was laced with smug satisfaction.

"Hmph!"

Xu Qian snorted, unconvinced, but a flash of undisguisable delight crossed her eyes.

’If this guy can really last for over an hour... I’m going to be rich!’

After a brief rest, Xu Qian moved in again.

This time, she tried a completely new approach.

Xu Qian ordered, "Get on the bed and lie down."

Yang Xun didn’t refuse. He lay down on the bed at once, lacing his hands behind his head in a posture of pure enjoyment.

Xu Qian knelt on the bed, spread Yang Xun’s legs, and knelt between them, leaning forward.

Her deep blue flight attendant’s skirt stretched taut over her round, pert bottom. The kneeling posture pushed the hem of the tight skirt high up, revealing the pale skin of her upper thighs and the lacy tops of her black stockings—an incredibly sexy and alluring sight.

’What a sight!!’

Lying on the bed, Yang Xun felt he could die a happy man.

Bracing one hand on Yang Xun’s thigh and gripping his base with the other, Xu Qian lowered her entire upper body.

This time, she didn’t take him in her mouth. Instead, she used the full mounds of her chest to gently envelop him.

The feel of her lace bra, combined with the impossibly soft flesh of her breasts...

"Oh my god!!"

Yang Xun nearly shot bolt upright. It was the first time in his life he’d ever experienced such a sensation.

Fifty minutes.

One hour.

One hour and ten minutes.

Still, Yang Xun felt no urge to finish.

The True Qi in his Dantian was as steady as a mountain, completely suppressing all the Primordial Yin Qi and keeping it docile.

Xu Qian’s mouth was going numb and her throat was desert-dry, but she knew the standard for the "interview" was one hour. Yang Xun had already far surpassed that.

But she didn’t want to stop. She had to know just how long this guy could last.

One hour and twenty minutes.

Xu Qian’s hands began to tremble, and her lips were becoming red and swollen.

"Are... are you even human?"

She panted, looking at Yang Xun on the verge of a breakdown, her beautiful eyes filled with utter disbelief.

"I’m getting close."

Yang Xun smiled, reaching out to gently stroke Xu Qian’s sweat-dampened hair.

’He could have finished long ago. He’d just been enjoying the pleasure of having his sister-in-law service him, deliberately dragging things out.’

’But this was long enough.’

Taking his cue, Xu Qian launched her final assault.

She unleashed every trick she knew. Her lips, tongue, and hands worked in unison, an offense as fierce as a raging tempest.

Meanwhile, her beautiful, black-stockinged legs kept shifting her kneeling position on the bed.

The hem of her flight attendant skirt swayed with her movements, creating an utterly decadent scene.

"Here it comes!"

A few moments later, Yang Xun grabbed Xu Qian’s head with both hands and gave a powerful thrust.

"Mmmph—"

A scalding torrent erupted into Xu Qian’s mouth like a volcano.

The volume was immense!!

Perhaps because it had built up for so long, this release was like a floodgate opening, a frantic, unstoppable deluge.

Xu Qian choked and coughed, but she stubbornly forced herself to swallow every last drop.

Not a single drop was wasted.

The torrent lasted for a full twenty-odd seconds before it finally subsided.

Xu Qian collapsed onto the bed, covering her mouth. Her face was flushed, her eyes were brimming with tears, and a faint milky-white trace lingered at the corner of her lips.

She gasped for air, as utterly exhausted as if she had just run a marathon.

Her flight attendant uniform was a mass of wrinkles, her hat had rolled off to who-knows-where, and her long, dark hair was strewn messily across her cheeks and shoulders. Her disheveled state was a stark contrast to the polished, elegant flight attendant from before.

But her eyes burned with an unconcealable, ecstatic excitement!

PANT, PANT, PANT!

Xu Qian pushed herself into a sitting position and glanced at her watch, her voice trembling. "You lasted an hour and a half!!"

"How about that?"

Yang Xun lay casually on the bed, hands laced behind his head. His expression was one of breezy nonchalance, a faint smile playing on his lips, as unruffled as if nothing had happened at all.

"How did you do that? The day before yesterday, you lasted eight and a half minutes. Today, an hour and a half? It’s unbelievable!"

Xu Qian’s face was a picture of shock. She desperately wanted to rip off Yang Xun’s mask and see just what kind of man was hiding underneath.

"I told you, I was just weak before. Now that I’ve had some time to recover, I’m back to my normal self."

Yang Xun replied matter-of-factly.

"This is great! This is fantastic!!"

Completely forgetting her composure, Xu Qian clapped her hands excitedly on the bed and babbled, "Do you have any idea how much money I can make with a partner like you? You’re huge, you have incredible stamina... The rich old ladies in the chat are going to go absolutely wild!"

She grew more and more excited as she spoke, practically floating with glee.

"So, a hundred thousand a month. That shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

Yang Xun asked calmly.

"A hundred thousand?"

Xu Qian waved her hand magnanimously. "Based on your performance today, a hundred thousand a month is more than fair! Let’s go with that. You can officially start tomorrow!"

’A hundred thousand a month, secured!’

Yang Xun was inwardly thrilled, but he kept his composure on the outside.

However, a thought occurred to him. He looked at Xu Qian and asked timidly, "But... I’m a little tight on cash right now. Is there any chance I could get a small advance?"

"Of course!"

Without a moment’s hesitation, Xu Qian pulled three stacks of cash from a drawer and tossed them into Yang Xun’s lap. "Here," she said generously.

"Thirty thousand. Consider it an advance. Is that enough?"

"It’s enough!"

Yang Xun stuffed the thirty thousand into his pocket, a thrill running through him.

While this money wasn’t nearly enough to buy the ingredients for refining a Celestial Spirit Pill, at least he and his sister wouldn’t have to struggle so much.

"Alright, I’m heading out. What time is the livestream tomorrow?"

Yang Xun got dressed, adjusted his mask, and asked.

"I’ll let you know ahead of time!"

Xu Qian sat cross-legged on the bed. Though utterly exhausted, she couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across her face, her beautiful eyes curving into happy crescents.

She looked at Yang Xun as if he were a walking money tree.

"Alright, I’m off then."

Without another word, Yang Xun strode out.

...

Xu Qian sat on the bed, rubbing her sore jaw. As she replayed the entire experience in her mind, her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

’This guy... he was born for this!’

Muttering to herself, she pulled out her phone and checked the income records from her past few streams. Then she closed her eyes and did some quick mental math.

’With his assets and stamina, combined with her "instructional" content, the revenue from each stream could increase at least fivefold.’

’In a single month, she could conservatively earn six to seven hundred thousand!’

’Pay Yang Xun a hundred thousand, and she’d still clear five or six hundred thousand for herself.’

’It was a veritable windfall!’

But soon, a different kind of glint appeared in Xu Qian’s eyes.

She put down her phone and her gaze drifted to the door. Tapping a finger lightly against her chin, she was lost in thought.

’This man... his endowment was unbelievably huge, his physique was flawless.’

’And his stamina was simply off the charts.’

’The only thing was...’

’...his face was hidden.’

’What kind of face was hiding behind that mask?’

’Judging by his physique and general aura, he probably wasn’t ugly.’

’But judging by how he’d rather die than take off the mask, he definitely had a secret he couldn’t afford to have exposed.’

HUFF!

Xu Qian took a deep breath, a chilling glint in her eyes. She pulled out her phone, found a number, and dialed.

"Hello? It’s me, Xu Qian."

"Brother, I need your help with something."

Xu Qian got up and walked to the window. Peering through a gap in the curtains, she looked down just in time to see a figure in a silver-white mask disappearing into the night on an electric scooter.

"I need you to investigate someone for me."

"What I need is simple. I want to see his face... a crystal-clear photograph of it!!"