This was a flesh-eating demon, and judging from her manner, she seemed ready to swallow him whole.
“Senior apprentice sister Xiao Chun, do you think my bosom looks good?” You Man’er’s delicate hands, soft and boneless, wrapped around Lin Fan’s neck. Her light veil half-covered her body, stirring Lin Fan’s blood with every subtle glimpse. If this continued much longer, something serious might actually happen.
Lin Fan always upheld the principle of gender equality. Although You Man’er was acting so seductive, Lin Fan never looked at her with biased or lustful eyes.
Right now, with Man’er openly asking him to judge the beauty of her bosom, Lin Fan naturally had no intention of pretending to be a hypocrite, pretending not to look while secretly stealing glances.
Man’er looked at Xiao Chun, a faint smile playing on her lips. She loved teasing young disciples who were new to the ways of the world—it was fun and amusing.
Yet just then, Man’er suddenly froze. The innocent Xiao Chun, who everyone considered a pure junior apprentice brother, was staring fixedly at her chest—something she hadn’t expected at all.
“Junior apprentice brother Xiao Chun, do you think my bosom is really beautiful?” Man’er puffed herself up, making her already full chest seem even more generous from Lin Fan’s perspective.
White, round, and unforgettable.
“Beautiful, truly beautiful,” Lin Fan said without hesitation. He was an honest man, never hiding his admiration for true beauty.
“Junior apprentice brother, why do you sometimes furrow your brow? Could it be that you’ve seen something even more beautiful than my bosom?” Man’er’s voice was soft, her slender hands slithering like snakes across Lin Fan’s body.
“Senior apprentice sister, when I saw your beautiful bosom just now, I was so moved that I composed a poem on the spot,” Lin Fan said with a sigh.
Man’er shivered slightly, her smile blooming like a hundred flowers, “I never thought junior apprentice brother Xiao Chun was such a refined and cultured person. I really want to hear the poem you composed for me.”
Her voice was incredibly seductive, sweet and tender, enough to make anyone weak in the knees.
“Senior apprentice sister, why don’t we go to the bed? I’ll tell you all about it slowly,” Lin Fan suggested.
Man’er’s soft, boneless body clung tightly to Lin Fan, “Junior apprentice brother, you’re so impatient. I’m too weak to move—carry me over, won’t you?”
Lin Fan rolled his eyes. “Damn, she’s so flirtatious—it’s practically indecent. But no matter, I’ll show her who’s boss soon enough.”
He was determined. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arm around Man’er’s slim waist and effortlessly lifted her, walking toward the bed. Her body was light as a feather, her skin smooth and tender—truly a temptress.
“Senior apprentice sister, lie down. I have an ancestral massage technique that I’ll use on you. You can enjoy it while listening to my poem,” Lin Fan said.
“You’re so considerate, junior apprentice brother. I wish we could be like this forever,” Man’er coquettishly replied. She followed his suggestion, lying down and pulling the veil off her back, revealing her smooth, delicate back.
Lin Fan placed his hands on her back—cool, soft, and slippery to the touch.
“Junior apprentice brother, come on. I’m ready,” Man’er said with her eyes gently closed.
Lin Fan nodded, recalling an ancient poem of passion from the mortal world, one he could adapt for the occasion.
“Bosom, breasts they be. On a woman’s chest they rest, two in number, balanced and fair. They bloom in youth, mature by sixteen. By day they hide, by night they shine. Called ‘titties,’ ‘boobs,’ ‘twin peaks,’ or ‘flower houses.’ They are battlegrounds for beauties and havens for heroes,” Lin Fan softly recited.
The Xuan Huang World was vast, filled with many martial cultivators. Though scholars were not rare, in a martial-obsessed empire like the Yan Dynasty, literary men held little status, so exchanges among refined scholars were seldom seen.
…
Man’er, eyes closed in bliss as she received the massage, smiled slightly at the poem.
“What color are they? Like winter snow. What texture? Like fresh summer cotton. What scent? Like spring peaches and plums. What form? Like autumn waters rippling. In motion, like trembling rabbits. At rest, like lazy doves. High, quivering, tender, and fresh—stealing men’s souls and stirring women’s passions.”
“Bury my weary head, explore your twin peaks. Like a ship entering harbor, or an old man returning home. Leaving behind the cold rain, diving into a warm, boundless sea. Deep sucking, gentle swaying, intoxicating, soaring…” At this moment, Lin Fan seemed possessed by the spirit of a poet, reciting words that shook the heavens.
“Junior apprentice brother Xiao Chun, did you really write this for me?” Man’er asked, her eyes sparkling with emotion.
Lin Fan was taken aback. He hadn’t expected such a reaction—after all, he had just recited a little and improvised slightly. But he simply nodded.
“Yes, senior apprentice sister. Do you like it?” he asked.
“I love it. I love it so much,” Man’er whispered, her slender shoulders trembling slightly, lying on the bed, softly weeping.
These were tears of excitement, of emotion, of joy.
Lin Fan gently stroked her head, her strands of black hair silky and fragrant between his fingers.
“Senior apprentice sister, you’re such a passionate person,” Lin Fan murmured.
“Junior apprentice brother…” Man’er, overwhelmed with emotion, wanted to repay him with her body and guide him to the peak of life.
“Senior apprentice sister, I’m here to save you,” Lin Fan said tenderly.
“Junior apprentice brother, I love you so much…”
“Slap!”
At that moment, Lin Fan’s hand, gently stroking Man’er’s head, suddenly struck.
Man’er immediately fell into a daze.
“Hehe, trying to seduce me? You’ve got nothing,” Lin Fan chuckled, glancing at Man’er before beginning to search her.
He lifted Man’er’s small hand and removed the ring on it. Examining it, he found a large number of Xuan Huang coins quietly lying inside.
Lin Fan placed all the coins into his backpack. As long as he confiscated the Xuan Huang currency, everything else was settled.
He hesitated slightly at other items in the storage ring. He had come to rescue someone, not to rob her. But then he reasoned:
After all, I just saved her life—I’m her savior. And this savior happens to be a bit short on cash lately. Borrowing a few things shouldn’t be a problem.
Once I become an invincible overlord, I can return everything double.
With that thought, Lin Fan stopped hesitating. He took whatever he could carry. As for the cultivation techniques, he wasn’t particularly interested.
After all, those were meant for women. What would a real man need with them?
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