Chapter 389: Endless Seduction

Sunlight streamed through the wooden lattice on the roof of the yurt, and Shui Miao opened his eyes. After several consecutive rainy days, the endless grey sky had finally cleared, and the crisp blue sky was visible once again.

More than three months had passed.

Shui Miao had not returned to Zhonghai City, nor had he stayed in the coastal city of Huanghai. Instead, he bought an RV and came to the vast grasslands of Hulunbuir.

In Shui Miao’s words, the air was fresh, the sky wide open, and the views breathtaking. Living here was not only good for physical health, but also beneficial for mental clarity.

However, in reality, the grasslands weren’t quite as idyllic as Shui Miao had imagined. There were winds and rains, wolves, and countless mosquitoes. If he wanted anything tasty to eat, he had to travel a long way into town to buy the ingredients, then cook them himself. In short, life was still full of tedious little chores.

Of course, Shui Miao wasn’t alone. He had the company of the “Four Beauties”—Lin Xue, Lin Zhiling, Sister Tang, and Xiao Shuang.

Chen Meiling, Shui Miao’s mother, Auntie Yang, and Chenxiang had only just returned to Zhonghai City a few days ago. Although life on the grasslands was relaxed and carefree, they still found it hard to get used to, especially with the increasingly cold weather. They simply couldn’t adapt, so they all chose to return to the milder climate of Zhonghai.

The reason Shui Miao stayed wasn’t just for leisure. He was here to build a large dairy farm by the Bayan River. The company was expanding into new industries and planning to establish a dairy group. That was why Lin Zhiling, known for her sharp mind and capable hands, had been transferred here.

Of course, the other three beauties were also top talents. For instance, Xiao Shuang was an expert in construction and accounting, a real master at managing finances. As for Sister Tang, she had voluntarily stepped down from her position as general manager of the catering department to personally come and take care of Shui Miao. She had even brought two assistants with her—when it came to meals, there wasn’t the slightest problem.

Then there was Lin Xue, the tomboy among women. She had also volunteered to come to the grasslands because she loved it here, loved the carefree life. She had even taken on the responsibility of tending the cows and driving off hungry wolves. Of course, she had brought along two adult Tibetan Mastiffs and three puppies. Because of their presence, packs of wolves had been forced to migrate north.

Shui Miao was the nominal chairman of the board, but he rarely got involved in the day-to-day operations.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to—he just found that these women were so capable that there was no need for him to intervene at all.

The sound of soft footsteps approached. Shui Miao knew it was Sister Tang sneaking in to check if he was awake. Lying in bed, he exhaled softly and said, “Come in already. No need to sneak around. Did you bring me sheep’s milk and egg pancakes again?” He really didn’t know what to do with Sister Tang—she kept bringing him all sorts of delicacies, never seeming to tire.

Guided by the philosophy that to win a man’s heart, one must first win his stomach, Sister Tang served Shui Miao diligently every day, showing a determination so fierce that it seemed she wouldn’t stop until she had captured him completely.

Sure enough, Sister Tang entered, carrying a fruit tray.

She was dressed in a surprisingly sexy little chef’s outfit. Her cleavage peeked through the top, and with quick little steps like a Japanese woman, she approached Shui Miao. Kneeling on the rug, she placed the tray on the coffee table, bowed politely, and then smiled sweetly, speaking in a cloying tone that could kill, “Master, you must be tired. I’ve carefully prepared two fried eggs, a sausage, and a glass of rich milk for you. Please eat quickly before it gets cold.”

“What!?”

Shui Miao looked at the fried eggs and sausage on the tray and felt a bit dizzy—the way they were arranged was just too suggestive. And paired with that glass of rich milk? It was the perfect, absurdly fitting combination.

“Sister Tang, are you trying to seduce me?”

Shui Miao scratched his head, unable to deny that Sister Tang’s outfit and the thoughtful presentation of the tray had stirred something in him.

“Master, what are you implying!?”

Sister Tang’s voice suddenly changed, imitating a childish, babyish tone.

She was clearly trying to seduce him!

Shui Miao’s heart raced, and he almost wanted to pounce on her and take her right there on the spot. But he was a very calm person by nature. Since he had nothing better to do anyway, he decided to see just how far Sister Tang would go with this little act. He coughed twice and said, “Well then, Japanese geishas usually dance, right? Dance for me.”

“Really? You want me to dance?”

Sister Tang blushed slightly, looking at Shui Miao.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I? It’s not like it’s a strip dance or anything. Unless… it *is* a strip dance. Then I’d definitely watch. I bet you wouldn’t dare anyway.”

Shui Miao didn’t believe she’d actually take off all her clothes.

“Fine, that’s what you said.”

Sister Tang raised an eyebrow, turned sharply, and with a bold gesture, she pulled down the curtain behind her…

“Hey, I said dance, not close the curtain!”

Shui Miao sensed something wrong and quickly tried to get dressed.

“Scared?” Sister Tang turned back, walking toward him while unbuttoning her clothes. In one swift motion, she took off her top, revealing her bra, then crawled onto the bed, her eyes sultry as she pressed against him. She even lifted her short skirt from time to time, revealing her smooth thighs…

“Scared? Me? Don’t make me laugh!”

Shui Miao said he wasn’t scared, but he was struggling to control himself. Sister Tang’s figure had gotten even better—her unique feminine charm was almost irresistible.

“Woof! Woof!”

Just as Shui Miao was about to lose control, two barks from a Tibetan Mastiff rang out.

From the sound, it was Lin Xue returning.

“What bad timing. You got lucky today…”

Sister Tang sighed in disappointment, quickly got up, dressed, and left with the tray.

Lin Xue was such a rough, masculine woman that even Shui Miao was a little afraid of her—Sister Tang even more so.

Shui Miao wasn’t hungry at all, but he teased her anyway, “Hey, I haven’t even eaten yet!”

“Hmph! Now you want to eat? Too late!” Sister Tang stopped at the door, gave him a seductive smile, then made a slicing motion across her neck, “Tonight, I’ll make sure to finish you off…”

“Uh…”

Shui Miao was taken aback. This woman was truly terrifying. His constant attempts at restraint had only seemed to fuel her aggression!

In recent days, Shui Miao had come to a realization—he should start enjoying life and the company around him.

But even with that thought in mind, his heart remained heavy.

On the surface, he was surrounded by beauties, being served and pampered, living a life of ease and freedom.

But in truth, he constantly found himself thinking about his seven brothers—men who shared the same soul essence as him. He worried about how they were doing, whether they were being tricked or facing hardships. This sense of concern was uncontrollable, a natural result of their shared soul. As a fragment of that original soul, Shui Miao had a special emotional bond with those seven brothers.

Another issue weighing on him was cultivation.

Although the middle-aged Confucian scholar had stripped Shui Miao of all his special abilities, Shui Miao could still enter a meditative state and retained a faint trace of his soul-devouring power. If he truly wished to, he could start all over again with that sliver of power.

As for Buddhist cultivation, it was precisely because he constantly thought about it that he had maintained his purity, keeping his body as precious as jade. Even with beauties around him, he remained calm and composed. But over time, he found it increasingly hard to suppress worldly thoughts. His mind couldn’t help but wander to things that any normal man might think about—like beauty and desire.

“Hmph!”

Lin Xue didn’t care what Shui Miao was doing. She simply yanked open the curtain, pulling it aside to let more light into the yurt.

Shui Miao let out a sigh of relief. Being with Lin Xue was so much easier—like two guys hanging out, almost to the point of showering together naked.

“Hehe.” Lin Xue wore a pair of jeans, tall boots, a red hat, and even a pair of black glasses perched on her nose. Smiling, she pointed the horsewhip at Shui Miao and plopped down beside him, “Little Shui, I saw Sister Tang leaving your place just now. She didn’t even have her clothes on right. Spill it—did you two do *it*?”

“Do what?”

Shui Miao looked at her innocently. She had clearly just come back from a horse ride, covered in sweat.

“What do you mean ‘do what’? Don’t play dumb! You know what I mean—man and woman, naked, hugging each other!” Lin Xue said casually, as if it were nothing. She set down the whip, took off her denim jacket, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, “It’s so hot! And you’re still in bed? Be careful—you’ll get fat.”

Lin Xue didn’t treat Shui Miao like a man. The two large mounds beneath her shirt swayed temptingly, nearly blinding him.

Shui Miao rolled his eyes, “Lin Jie, you’re really not being modest. You didn’t even wear a bra! Are you trying to seduce me?”

“Bra!”

Lin Xue looked down, suddenly realizing, and blushed slightly before glaring at him, “Pfft, do I really need one? You’re practically a monk already. Even if I took it all off, what could you do? Would you dare?”

That was a brutal jab—a direct insult.

Shui Miao’s face flushed with heat. He wanted to show her who was boss, but his devilish side held him back, keeping him in check.

“You little brat, peeking at me! No way—I want to peek at you too!” Though she tried to act calm, Lin Xue was clearly excited. Suddenly, she turned and rudely reached under the covers, grabbing hold of Little Shui Miao. But the next moment, she yanked her hand back, her face flushed red. She stood up quickly, stomping her foot, “You’re disgusting! Hiding a flashlight under the blanket? I have things to do—I’m not playing with you anymore!”

Lin Xue hurried out of the yurt, her chest heaving and swaying, captivating to watch.

“…”

Feeling a strange mix of pleasure and discomfort, Shui Miao scratched his head in confusion and quickly got up to dress. But the thing between his legs was as stiff as a flashlight, making it impossible to zip up his pants.

“Shui Miao! Shui Miao, are you there?”

Just at the worst possible moment, Xiao Shuang showed up.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here…”

Shui Miao quickly turned his back, instinctively responding.

Xiao Shuang chuckled and walked in, seeing Shui Miao hunched over, fiddling with something, “Hey, what are you doing?”

“N-nothing, just the zipper’s broken. No big deal…”

Shui Miao didn’t know what else to say.

Xiao Shuang, pure and cheerful, smiled warmly, “I thought it was something serious! Let me help you. Little repairs like this are best left to us girls.”

Xiao Shuang was skilled and eager to help, but Shui Miao quickly turned away from her, “No, no, I can do it myself.”

“Oh come on, Shui Miao! We don’t need to be so formal!”

Xiao Shuang insisted, grabbing his arm. With a “zip!” sound, she pulled up the zipper—but the pants bulged out awkwardly, a large lump visible.

“Wow! Look at you! You’re grown up, but you still can’t dress yourself properly. Let me help…”

Xiao Shuang’s delicate hand reached directly for that bulge.