A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World

Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Seven Days of “Cultivation Assistance” (3)

Back in her room, Fen Ziyan sat stiffly by the window, arms folded tightly across her big, alluring chest. The cold night breeze brushed her cheek, but she barely noticed.

She hadn’t meant to linger outside Li Feng’s courtyard in the night like that.

She had only gone there because… it was quiet… and she didn’t want to be seen visiting him during the day.

That was all.

Yet what she’d heard…

A rhythmic creaking. Muffled sounds. And .. worse, his voice.

Relaxed. Shameless. Chuckling lowly like a man basking in comfort.

She grit her teeth, remembering that tone.

So there was someone else in there…

Her eyes narrowed.

Who?

She didn’t see anyone enter. But the noises…those couldn’t be imagination.

Her pride screamed that it was beneath her to care. That it didn’t matter what a shameless man like him did behind closed doors. And yet,

Was that why he turned me away? Because he was… busy?

The question stirred something unpleasant in her chest. Not heartbreak. Not jealousy.

Disbelief.

Disbelief that she, the princess of the Fen Dynasty, had been ignored. Rejected like some common girl.

Her fingers curled into a fist.

“Bastard…”

Even though she is complaining, the fact that she decided to visit already meant something.

Desperation.

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Night five,

Li Feng leaned back against the headboard, his robe half-open, expression utterly at ease.

The soft flicker of a lantern cast warm light across his bare chest and body, slick from the earlier bout of exertion.

Between his thighs, Yue Lan knelt.

Her face flushed, mouth working dutifully, eyes slightly unfocused as she slowly moved up and down. Her soft lips glided over his length with practiced care, tongue tracing the underside in a way that made him sigh in contentment.

“Mmm… this is the best,” Li Feng murmured, fingers gently stroking through her messy black hair. “Senior sister’s mouth… really does soothe the soul.”

Yue Lan whimpered softly at the praise, the vibrations of her voice sending subtle jolts of pleasure through him.

She didn’t know when she’d grown so docile to his words, but now… every touch, every sound of approval felt strangely rewarding.

Li Feng let her continue a while longer, letting his head fall back with a quiet groan.

Eventually, he tugged gently on her hair, guiding her off.

“That’s enough,” he whispered. “You’re improving so much at this… I might waste everything before the main course.”

He chuckled at her flushed, dazed expression, a thin line of moisture still glistening on her lips.

“Come,” he said, pulling her up gently.

He sat back with his legs stretched, and drew Yue Lan into his lap, facing him.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he adjusted her hips to straddle him.

The moment his little brother entered, her breath caught.

This position was different….more intimate.

Their chests pressed together, skin to skin, and she could feel every twitch, every warmth, every subtle throb deep inside.

Li Feng cupped her lower peach and whispered, “Ride me, senior sister.”

Blushing a bit, Yue Lan began to move, slowly bouncing in his lap, thighs trembling with every rise and fall.

Unlike before, she couldn’t hide her face in the sheets.

She had to look at him.

And he? He looked only at her.

At her fluttering eyelashes, her bitten lip, the small tears welling up in her eyes from the intensity, not of pain, but of overwhelming sensation.

Why does he always look at me like that? she wondered dazedly.

Li Feng’s hands roamed her back and hips, sometimes slipping up to knead her soft jade mounds, sometimes whispering praises into her ear.

“You’re so warm…”

“So tight…”

“So perfect, Senior Sister.”

Yue Lan suppressed moan leak a bit as she gripped his shoulders harder, her movements growing faster as his words stirred something deeper inside.

Each bounce sent shivers down her spine, each thrust met with her helpless gasps.

She wasn’t sure how long it lasted.

Time blurred into moans and heat and the intoxicating sound of skin on skin.

All she knew was that when he finally wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as he released inside, she clung to him like she never wanted to let go.

And when he whispered “Good girl…” again against her ear

Her heart skipped.

Even if she didn’t realize it yet…

She was already falling deeply into something.

Night Six,

Inside Li Feng’s room, on the bed, was a half-naked Yue Lan, her body moving back and forth in a slow, helpless rhythm.

Her upper body was almost on the floor, palms pressed against the cold ground and trembling as she struggled to crawl forward. Long black hair spilled in a messy cascade, strands clinging to flushed cheeks and damp lips. Her lashes quivered, half-lidded eyes unfocused, breathing ragged with every desperate stretch.

Smack… smack… smack…

Behind her, her hips were raised high, round, perfect, and swaying in a lewd, hypnotic motion. Each collision sent ripples through the smooth peach of her backside, while the soft jade at her front swayed softly beneath the loosened robe that now barely clung to her body.

She tried to crawl forward again, arms stretching as if freedom lay just beyond reach. Her slender back arched beautifully, highlighting the elegant curves of her slender body. For a brief moment, her lower body almost slipped past the bed’s edge-

Only for a strong hand to seize her small delicate waist and yank her sharply back.

The sudden pull sent her hips jerking high, her body quivering as her jade peaks swayed softly, the loosened robe sliding even lower to bare more creamy skin to the cool night air.

Crawl forward.

Dragged back.

Crawl forward.

Dragged back.

Smack….smack….smack..

Her hips swayed harder with each cycle, rolling like sinful waves, the peach rippling with every sharp pull.

Slap. The sound cracked again as a firm hand landed on her soft flesh, sending a jolt through her trembling frame. A muffled gasp escaped her lips, half shock, half something else entirely.

In that moment, with her perfect figure bent low, hips raised high and swaying under an unrelenting grip, Yue Lan no longer looked like the untouchable fairy of the sect.

She looked like a fallen immortal, trapped in a inescapable web , unable to break free.

Night seven,

The room was a mess. Pillows lay scattered across the floor, the bedsheets twisted and damp with sweat. The faint scent of passion lingered in the warm night air, heavy and intimate, mixing with the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window.

Yue Lan lay flat on the bed, completely spent. Her long black hair was a tangled mess, strands sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her robe had slipped open, barely hanging on her shoulders, exposing the soft curves of her chest and the smooth line of her stomach.

Her legs were parted just enough to reveal the aftermath of their indulgence, a thin trail of cloudy white liquid sliding down her inner thigh, glistening faintly under the moonlight.

She didn’t notice or care right now.

Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, her body trembling lightly from exhaustion. Her arms rested weakly at her sides, fingers still curled as if she had once clutched the sheets for dear life. A dull soreness lingered between her legs, mixing with a strange warmth that made her heart beat faster whenever she thought about it.

Li Feng sat nearby, shirtless, one leg resting on the edge of the bed, the other hanging lazily. He looked completely relaxed, smug even, like a man who had just finished a satisfying round of “cultivation.”

His eyes roamed over her bare form, lingering on the pale skin, the parted thighs, and that white liquid trail running down her leg. He chuckled softly.

“You look like you’ve been through a storm. So soft… so messy.”

Yue Lan didn’t respond. She only turned her head slightly, her half-lidded eyes hazy, lips still parted as if words had abandoned her.

Li Feng reached out and pulled her thigh gently, reveal right where the white essence glistened.

“Tsk… look at that. Can’t just leave my hard work dripping everywhere.”

He patted his thigh and gave her that lazy grin.

“Come here. Please help clean me up.”

For a brief moment, Yue Lan just lay there, dazed, staring at him. Then, without a word, she slowly pushed herself up. Her robe slid even lower, exposing more of her bare skin as she crawled toward him, moving like she was in a dream.

She settled between his legs, her delicate fingers wrapping around his little brother, and lowered her head without hesitation. Her small red lips parted, and warmth engulfed him.

Li Feng exhaled, satisfaction curling on his lips. One hand slid into her messy black hair, guiding her gently, while the other trailed down to cup her soft jade once more, still warm, still dripping.

“Mm… good girl,” he murmured, hips shifting slightly. “After this… maybe I’ll give you a massage. A reward for being so helpful.”

Yue Lan’s cheeks turned crimson, but she didn’t stop her mouth and tongue. She is also too tired to think at the moment so she just go with his flow.

So now all that remained was him, his touch, his voice, his scent, filling every part of her body.

The Next Morning

Sunlight slipped through the window, lighting up the mess in the room. The bed was a wreck, sheets twisted, pillows on the floor, robes tossed everywhere. The air still smelled faintly of sweat and something more intimate.

Yue Lan lay on her stomach across the bed, completely out of strength. Her hair was a tangled mess, sticking to her flushed face. Her robe was gone, replaced by a thin sheet barely covering only her hips. It had slid so low that the smooth line of her waist and the upper curve of her peach were exposed.

One leg was stretched out, the other bent slightly. Her pale skin still glistened faintly, and faint red marks trailed down her back and thighs. Between her parted legs, a thin stream of cloudy essence slowly trickled down onto the sheets.

Li Feng stood nearby, half-dressed, fastening his sash, eyes lingering on the scene. The proud fairy of the sect… reduced to this. Her breathing was shallow, her body twitching faintly with exhaustion.

He couldn’t help but feel proud. For a moment, he wondered if he might have gone too far last night since this is the last night.

“Senior Sister,” his voice was low, calm, almost gentle, “rest well. From now on, focus on getting used to your new strength until the tournament starts.”

Yue Lan’s lashes trembled. Slowly, as if even that was an effort, she gave the faintest nod against the pillow. Her face was flushed, but her aura… her aura had grown stronger, like a sword that had been tempered to its peak.

Even in this disheveled state, with marks and trails staining her smooth skin, she radiated strength. Through these seven day of consuming flawless grade pills and cultivation, she had successfully reached the peak of the 9th Realm of Qi Refinement.

Li Feng allowed himself one last look at the sight before him, a half-bare immortal fairy lying ruined on his bed, yet stronger than ever before standing up and heading for the door.

The door close shut behind him, just as he feel refresh and stretched lazily.

Ding!

A crisp notification rang in his mind, as if it had been waiting for everything to conclude.