Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

A few days passed.

Chen Mo felt it was about time and planned to go to the Daoist Alliance in a few days.

Just as he returned to Yong’an Peak, Nangong Yue, who had been waiting, appeared at the cabin door.

As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Nangong Yue and Chen Mo hadn’t been apart for just a short while; they were always in front of each other, which made it even harder.

Because these days, Chen Mo had been entangled with those women brought back from the Land of Punishment, it had been some time since he had been with her.

Nangong Yue was a normal woman; having tasted the pleasure, she couldn’t sit still. She tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, and at dawn, she started dressing up, applying red lipstick and drawing dark eyebrows. She knew Chen Mo would have to return to the Daoist Alliance soon, and they wouldn’t be able to see each other for a while.

She wore a light yellow dress adorned with cloud patterns, a jade hairpin inserted between her hair bun, and for someone who never wore earrings, she was now wearing two white pearl earrings.

Standing outside Chen Mo’s cabin, she folded her hands at her waist, her lips curled into an enticing yet calm smile: ”Brother Chen Mo.”

After speaking, she spread her arms, actively asking for a hug.

Chen Mo bent his brows into a smile, picked Nangong Yue up, walked towards the cabin, used his foot to open the door, and then closed it with his foot, his hand gently rubbing Nangong Yue’s shapely bottom.

Nangong Yue had come specifically for this matter, so she did not refuse.

But her skin was thin, shyly burying her face in Chen Mo’s chest.

Chen Mo placed Nangong Yue on the wooden bed, then lay down beside her, his hands continuing their motions. He lowered his head, kissing Nangong Yue’s cherry lips.

Nangong Yue didn’t refuse, holding onto Chen Mo’s neck and kissing him back.

She had experienced kissing a few times, although still somewhat unfamiliar, she wasn’t completely clueless anymore, knowing how to move in tandem with Chen Mo.

During the intimacy, Nangong Yue’s body became somewhat out of control, actively accommodating Chen Mo, and eventually went limp in his embrace.

Chen Mo held Naveong Yue’s slender waist, lightly tugged on the waist tie, then leaned down to lift her leg, tracing upward from the ankle...

...

Nangong Xue received a letter from her family, saying that an elder of the clan had passed away.

This elder was from their immediate family line and had been very kind to Nangong Xue.

As an elder, Nangong Xue definitely needed to attend the funeral with her family, so as not to lose propriety.

Holding the letter, she thought for a moment and decided to take Chen Mo back to see her father and mother while he was still at the Shenxiao Sect, so the elders wouldn’t worry about their marital prospects.

So she first went to find her sister, and finding that she wasn’t in her room, she went to look for Chen Mo.

However, on her way to Chen Mo’s cabin, a strange feeling spread through Nangong Xue’s body, and she immediately understood something.

Sure enough, as she neared Chen Mo’s cabin, she heard a series of strange sounds emanating from within.

Nangong Xue’s breathing turned odd.

Just as she was about to leave, a transmission reached her ear.

At this moment, Nangong Xue had also broken through to the Golden Core Realm, awakening her Divine Sense.

”Xue’Er, come in quickly.” It was Chen Mo’s voice through transmission.

Nangong Xue’s cheeks turned even redder.

She hadn’t initially wanted to.

But remembering what she’d been considering earlier, Nangong Yue lightly bit her lip, dragged her somewhat exhausted body, pushed the door open, and quickly closed it behind her.

She raised her eyes to glance at the bed, her face flushing deeper.

Because Chen Mo was...

”Sister, help me quickly, I... I can’t keep up.” Nangong Yue knew that Nangong Xue had arrived, looked back at her with teary eyes, and said.

Though it was embarrassing, she genuinely couldn’t keep up anymore.

Nangong Xue’s delicate body trembled violently.

Whether it was out of bodily instinct, Chen Mo’s invitation, or her own intentions, Nangong Xue took a deep breath, directly untied the waist tie, and the white dress slipped from her body.

Nangong Xue slowly climbed onto the bed, hugging Chen Mo from behind.

Soon, rustling sounds began to echo.

...

In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived.

Chen Mo sat up on the wooden bed, stretched lazily, and his bones crackled slightly.

Turning his head, he saw Nangong Yue propping herself up with her hand, not minding at all that Chen Mo saw the view of her body, her ink-black hair cascading down. She glanced at Chen Mo, and seeing him beckon, she snuggled up to him willingly, without much shyness on her face.

Nangong Xue lay facing inwards, with the quilt covering her face. Unsure if she was cold or embarrassed to be seen, she maintained that position for a long time.

The two sisters’ personalities seemed completely swapped.

Indeed, though neither sister knew much about serving a person, because of the special connection they shared, being together made the feeling truly... otherworldly.

In any case, from yesterday until now, Chen Mo hadn’t rested for more than an hour.

And the reason he rested was mainly because the two sisters needed rest.

Otherwise...

Chen Mo wore a slight smile on his lips, pulling the pretending-to-sleep Nangong Xue into his arms, gently stroking the jade-like back of one in each arm, and said softly, ”In a few days, I should return to the Daoist Alliance, and I may need to stay there for a while.”

To this, the two sisters were understanding.

They couldn’t immerse themselves in this all the time.

Cultivation was important.

Moreover, they couldn’t accompany Chen Mo every day; they needed to cultivate too.

They aimed to become disciples of the Daoist Alliance by the next examination.

Still, at the thought of parting, the two sisters felt reluctant,

Nangong Xue remembered something, looking up at Chen Mo, and said, ”H-usband, may I ask you for something?”

Nangong Yue seemed to have an inkling and looked at Chen Mo with anticipation.

”What is it?” Chen Mo caressed Nangong Xue’s cheek and said.

”Could you accompany us home for the funeral?” Nangong Xue asked.

”Funeral?” Chen Mo was momentarily stunned, asking, ”Whose funeral?”

”An elder from the family. As juniors, Little Yue and I must attend, otherwise it would be discourteous. Mainly I... I want to take you back to meet my father and mother...” Nangong Xue said shyly.

”So it’s about meeting the family.” Chen Mo sighed in relief. Upon hearing ”funeral,” he had thought something happened to the sisters’ parents.

The sisters’ faces reddened, feeling a bit embarrassed to take a man home to meet their parents, especially since both their man was the same one.

”Of course, no problem, when do we leave? I’ll inform Yiren.” Chen Mo said.

”As soon as possible.” Nangong Xue said.

”Then let’s leave now.” Chen Mo stood up and said.

Nangong Xue was startled, then exchanged glances with Nangong Yue, and the sisters simultaneously jumped up, giving Chen Mo a kiss on either cheek: ”Husband, you’re the best.”

A morning workout was inevitable.