Chapter 178: Goddess Training Class (2)

“Miss! At most, we do nothing.” Circumstances overpower people, I said in a soft voice. “You don’t have to tie me up, right? And especially not from behind like this—it’s really uncomfortable, you know!”

“Who told you to act like a hooligan!” Xin Mei pouted. Though she was the one tying him up, she still seemed dissatisfied, as if she had suffered some great injustice. “We still have to do what the elder instructed, but you’re not allowed to touch me.”

“How can you do it without touching me?” Yang Hao felt like dying, thinking that encountering such an unreasonable and ignorant woman was truly a tragedy.

Ke Xinmei even thought she understood everything. She pulled out a notebook from her pocket and started studying it diligently: “Your master wrote me a secret manual. As long as I follow this manual, I can successfully cultivate the main pill.”

Although Yang Hao was facing downward with his back toward Xin Mei, as soon as he heard that Hun Yuanzi had already prepared the secret manual in advance, he felt relieved. This master truly had no equal—thoughtful about everything. Having such a teacher, what more could one possibly ask for?

Therefore, Yang Hao no longer felt anxious. He simply stuck out his butt, waiting for the fairy sister to complete the remaining steps. Thinking that a goddess would actually be serving him, Yang Hao was practically bubbling over with delight.

Just as he was lost in his rambling thoughts, Xin Mei finally flipped to the crucial passage written by Hun Yuanzi. She read aloud: “During the act, all clothing must be removed. To enhance the mood, one person can be tied up with a rope and bound to the bed in the ‘Falling Wild Goose on the Level Sands’ position…”

Xin Mei kept reading while glancing at Yang Hao’s current state. Indeed, this guy was completely naked, tightly bound with ropes, and in a posture with his buttocks raised. Xin Mei nodded very satisfied and continued reading, “Then the other person can use a leather whip or similar object to strike forcefully. This method is called ** in the human world.”

“Why a whip? How could a whip possibly enhance the mood? But after all, she was a deity, and with a flick of her hand and a thought, a thick, black whip appeared in her grasp.”

Speaking of her, this woman was indeed quite clumsy. She actually read the book from beginning to end, and did exactly what it said. After grabbing the whip, she didn’t hesitate any longer and with one strong stroke, she lashed it onto Yang Hao’s body.

“Waah!!!” Yang Hao was happily immersed in a daydream, his face beaming with delight. He never expected to experience a fiery whipping instead of the beauty he had anticipated. Letting out a pained cry, he shouted, “Why are you hitting me!”

“I didn’t hit you at all!” Xin Mei pouted.

Yang Hao turned his head with great effort and spoke: “Didn’t you get hit? Then what’s that in your hand?”

“The whip again!” Xin Mei widened her eyes. “How can you accuse me of hitting you? I’m clearly following your master’s secret manual to enhance your pleasure.”

“Nonsense! How on earth does that spice things up? What the hell did that old bastard’s secret manual say?” Yang Hao roared in utter agony.

Xin Mei quickly flipped through the book and, with a sense of grievance, read the previous passage again.

Yang Hao heard this and couldn’t help but groan inwardly. That old man, Hunyuanzi, had to choose the worst possible time to teach… This was absolutely going to be the death of someone. Xin Mei didn’t understand anything else—except for how to beat people up.

“Did it… say who tied up whom?” Yang Hao asked hopefully, “Or how heavily they were beaten?”

“Nope!” Xin Mei flipped through the book but couldn’t find it.

“It’s like this,” Yang Hao said, cursing inwardly but striving to remain calm. “Fairy Elder Sister, my master is really senile—he has Parkinson’s combined with Alzheimer’s. What he wrote is truly unreliable. How about you put down the whip first, and then we can talk things over, exchange some ideas.”

Xin Mei actually listened carefully to Yang Hao’s suggestion. However, after tilting her head thoughtfully, she still gave him a hard whip across the back: “No! I think this is fun. If we just cultivate pills like this, it wouldn’t be bad to continue for decades either.”

Yang Hao was so furious that his intestines turned blue. If Yuanzi were still inside Yang Hao’s dantian, he would surely have been burned to death by the internal fire. However, no matter how angry Yang Hao became, he was completely helpless. Xin Mei’s ropes were tightly bound, and her whip strikes were heavy—Yang Hao was practically enduring unbearable torture.

Where in this world is there such a bizarre coupling? Listen to this room, filled with the crackling sound of whips rising and falling, Yang Hao’s painful screams, and Xin Mei’s crisp, giggling laughter.

Not until Xing Mei grew tired of the abuse did she stop her hands. Yang Hao finally caught his breath and, sobbing, asked, “Miss Fairy, have you f*cking had enough? Our excitement has already reached the peak. How about we proceed to the next activity?”

“What’s next?” Xin Mei seemed to just remember that whipping was only the prelude. The real main event hadn’t even started yet. She quickly flipped through the book, following the steps methodically. “Oh, so there really is a next step,” she said.

“Of course there is!” Yang Hao’s groan was practically forced out from between his teeth.

Then…

“And then what?” Yang Hao’s heart was filled with anticipation. After being drained for half a day, he finally had a chance to relax and planned to make up for his losses.

“Then you can use acupuncture, dripping wax, or even knife cuts!” Xin Mei read the sentences from the secret manual at her leisure.

Yang Hao almost fainted. In his life, his greatest failure was having a master who was a pervert and a sexual deviant. Even the secret manual for refining pills was filled with steps detailing sexual torture. No wonder the Pill and Tripod Cultivation Sect had been regarded as a heretical sect and wiped out.

“Wa!” Xin Mei became increasingly excited as she read on, “There’s more—handcuffs are needed too, certain body parts should be roasted over fire, and hairs should be pulled out one by one…”

“Skip it!” Yang Hao shouted with all his might, his voice trembling as fear coursed through his entire body.

“Skip a step?” Xin Mei eyed Yang Hao with suspicion. “If we skip a step, won’t the effect of the pills we refine turn out worse? Maybe we should just follow the instructions carefully.”

“No, no, no!” Yang Hao shook his head mechanically, “I’m the senior disciple of the Dual Cultivation Sect of Dan and Cauldron, and no one understands better than me how to refine this pill. Those are just minor details; paying too much attention to them only makes it easier to lose control of one’s inner energy. Let’s just skip them all.”

“Alright then.” Xin Mei, apparently still in high spirits from the previous fight, now surprisingly complied willingly. She flipped through the book with a rustling sound, but when she reached a certain page, she seemed to encounter a problem. She showed the secret manual to Yang Hao, “What is this thing here? It looks really complicated.”

Yang Hao focused his gaze and saw, to his shock, an explicit illustration on the notebook page. The drawing, rendered in crude lines, depicted a man and a woman—one lying beneath, the other above—engaged in sexual intercourse in a rear-entry position.

Yang Hao sighed in relief. Fortunately, Hunyuanzi still knew how to draw something serious: “It’s this one. Just follow it exactly. This painting is the true secret manual. As long as you strictly follow its instructions, you will be able to complete the mission entrusted to you by the elders.”

“That’s great!” Xin Mei also seemed somewhat impatient. She had no intention of playing around with Yang Hao; the sooner they finished, the better. However, the painting by Hun Yuanzi was so crude and rough that Xin Mei couldn’t grasp its essence even after examining it for a long time, leaving her no choice but to copy it mechanically. Xin Mei slowly climbed onto the bed and moved closer to Yang Hao.

Yang Hao was secretly delighted. He was just waiting for Xin Mei to untie his ropes, and then he could finally show off his skills. Although he had been mistreated quite badly just now, Yang Hao was absolutely confident that once he was freed, he would definitely make this goddess experience ecstasy beyond imagination.

Just untie it.

Yang Hao’s idea was good, and his future prospects were also wonderful, except for a tiny little glitch that occurred.

Xin Mei did not untie Yang Hao; instead, she pulled the rope even tighter.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Yang Hao asked in confusion.

“I’m about to start working. Of course, I need to tie you up more securely; otherwise, what if you start fidgeting around again?”

“Tying me up like this, how do you expect us to get any work done?” Yang Hao couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated.

Xin Mei, however, remained calm and composed: “I can do it myself, so there’s no need for you to bother.”

“Are you going to do it yourself?” Yang Hao murmured inwardly. Although it wasn’t as comfortable as being untied and then showing off his skills, having a goddess serve him personally brought immense psychological satisfaction. Therefore, Yang Hao felt quite pleased and said, “Alright then, you’d better work hard at it.”

Just as Yang Hao was tied up and ready to fully enjoy the goddess’s tender embrace, Xin Mei merely climbed onto his back and hugged his neck with her hands.

They need to explain this posture in detail now.

That bed was soft and warm, and Yang Hao’s body was **. However, Yang Hao’s current posture was quite undignified—he had his hands tied behind his back, was kneeling on the bed, face down and bottom up, in a classic rear-entry position.

Xin Mei pressed her body on top of Yang Hao, adopting the standard rear-entry position with the man on top.

However, … made a mistake.

The so-called rear-entry position, of course, implies penetration. But now, with the woman on top and the man underneath, the two are going their separate ways—there’s absolutely no way penetration could happen.

Yang Hao was pinned down for quite a while before he finally came to his senses. “Hey, big sister, what exactly do you want to do?” he asked.

“What are you doing? I’m working hard here,” Xin Mei said, clearly unaware that she herself had made a mistake. “Why are you spacing out? Hurry up and start refining the pills. Once we’re done, we can finish up and go.”

“Alchemy… I wonder what is required to refine the Mixed Heaven Scolding Girl Pill?”

“Of course I know!” Xin Mei said loudly. “Your master even said that the two of you should sleep together!”

“But do you know how to share a bed with someone?”