[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 5] Chapter 6

Chapter Six: Under the Hazy Moonlight

In Hangzhou, after a silent journey, Long Chi took his leave. He didn't mince words,

constantly pressing Yang Cun about Lin Guan's current situation. Yang Cun didn't know the truth about Lin Guan and had little to

answer. He seemed somewhat disappointed, but as if comforting himself, he didn't show much

dejection .

"The former Gu King of the Miao tribe…" The most wanted criminal of the court, the secret enemy of Prince Rong,

a notorious, bloodthirsty man? Yang Cun's mind was momentarily dazed. He didn't know why, in just

one night's encounter, although Long Chi was strange and sinister, his intuition couldn't connect him with a

villain .

Whether someone kills or not has nothing to do with good or evil; he didn't seem like

someone who indiscriminately slaughtered the innocent or was utterly depraved. As the saying goes, "Even Buddha has anger," perhaps in the eyes of moralists, Long Chi

truly was a heinous criminal. In Yang Cun's view, it's difficult to distinguish between good and evil in people. One

cannot generalize based on a single act of killing or a momentary act of kindness. The complexities of human nature are sometimes beyond even the understanding of the

individual .

Lost in thought, before he could even sort out the day's events, Yang Cun had already entered the city and walked for quite some time on

the . Only when he felt a cool breeze on his skin

did he suddenly realize he was standing outside the Yipinlou restaurant.

"Master, you're back." Under the night sky, outside Yipinlou, a tall and graceful figure

stood expectantly . Her white silk dress accentuated her beautiful figure. She looked anxious,

blowing warm air onto her cold hands. Upon seeing Yang Cun, she smiled happily, a blush of happiness spreading across her face.

"Why aren't you asleep yet? It's so cold here. Why are you standing here?" Yang Cun

's heart warmed at the

sight of the beautiful Gao Lianxin. He rushed forward, grabbed her icy hand, and held it tightly, looking at the trembling beauty with a mixture of tenderness and reproach.

"N-nothing, I just can't sleep..." Gao Lianxin's face flushed, and she looked at

Yang Cun with happiness and joy. Seeing that no one was around, she let Yang Cun hold her soft hand, shyly and joyfully resting her head

on his shoulder, like a wife longing for her husband to return home, her radiance almost blinding.

"You can't stay here in the cold. Come on, let's go inside!" Yang Cun tenderly rubbed her icy hand

against his face a few times, then immediately pulled her inside. Although it was the coldest time of winter,

the nights were still chilly and humid, with no sign of heat.

"My lord..." Faced with such affection, Gao Lianxin felt a little dizzy. When her mind

cleared , she immediately said, both shy and earnest, "I want to tell you something."

"What is it?" Yang Cun asked, his pace never slowing. In no time, he was leading her

back to his rented south courtyard.

"Nothing..." Gao Lianxin hesitated, looking at Yang Cun with a hesitant expression. Finally, she

lowered her head and said somewhat awkwardly, "My lord, in a few days... could you spare some time to accompany me on a trip?"

"Where to go?" Yang Cun immediately asked with a smile, "It's rare that you're in such high spirits. I'll try

to see if I'm free. Since we're in Hangzhou, it would be a shame not to enjoy the scenery

. Let's go together on a nice day. We can bring Qiaoqiao and the others; a spring outing would be quite nice." As

he said this, Yang Cun's expression suddenly became lewd, a lascivious smile spreading across his face,

almost drooling. Heaven and earth bear witness! Yang Cun knew he was neither a person who appreciated scenery and expressed his feelings, nor

a poet or writer who could be captivated by nature. When Gao Lianxin brought up this matter, what came to Yang Cun's mind wasn't

the beauty of green mountains and clear waters, but rather the image of a naked girl, both shy and

embarrassed, beneath him in that quiet yet exciting environment. Compared to a spring outing… thinking about it, having sex in the wild was much more interesting.

"Okay." Gao Lianxin was momentarily stunned, not noticing Yang Cun's extremely lewd expression, only

feeling a slight pang of jealousy.

"Well, it's settled then." Yang Cun chuckled, intending to grab Gao Lianxin and tease her, at

the taking advantage of her. However, he encountered Zhang Mama not long after entering the South Gate. Helpless, he could only pretend

to be a gentleman, politely and concernedly giving her instructions, gritting his teeth as he watched Gao Lianxin's sexy figure

gradually disappear.

Sigh, it's not that I don't have the guts to steal a kiss! Zhang Mama, you're being too strict! Yang Cun stared at

the incredibly alluring and sexy figure, gritting his teeth in hatred. While he lacked experience in stealing kisses,

who wouldn't want to take advantage of such a beauty? That wretched Zhang Mama! She kept following him around, never giving

him a chance. The old woman was so old; to talk about love in front of her—not only would Gao Lianxin be embarrassed,

but even Yang Cun, with his thick skin, couldn't bring himself to do it. Tragic!

"Sigh..." Yang Cun sighed, shook his head, and walked back to his room .

As he reached his door with practiced ease, he heard a series of soft, playful sounds coming from inside, followed by a

splashing sound like water. Yang Cun's heart tightened instantly, and he immediately pressed his ear to the door, listening intently.

The room prepared for Yang Cun was arguably the best single room in the entire Yipinlou,

elegantly yet undeniably romantic. The elegant and refined furnishings of the two-story house

exuded a scholarly atmosphere to anyone except Yang Cun. Aside from finding the second-floor

room very comfortable, he barely glanced at the rest of the house.

"I'm back," Yang Cun called out, listening intently but not quite hearing anything .

He then gave the door a shove! It was bolted. After a moment of surprise, he called out,

"Ah, wait a minute..." A moment of silence followed, then An Qiao's sweet voice, though now

sounded somewhat flustered.

This was no ordinary moment; Yang Cun waited until he was almost bursting through before the door

cautiously opened a crack. An Qiao's pretty face was flushed, making her appear both shy and incredibly alluring. Her

wet hair, fresh from a bath, was incredibly seductive, especially in her loose white dress.

She wasn't overtly sexy, but possessed an irresistible, refreshing allure. Her appearance alone made Yang Cun swallow

hard .

"Baby, just finished washing?" Yang Cun grinned lecherously, rushing in to embrace the incredibly

cute . While she stood there, surprised and stunned, he held her soft, delicate body, kissed her

adorable face, and then, without any restraint, gave her shapely buttocks a firm squeeze. Goodness, the elasticity was so good it made

Yang Cun's bones feel weak.

Just as Yang Cun was getting into the swing of things, the girl in his arms suddenly blushed crimson, her expression

even

stiffening with shock. She opened her small mouth as if to say something, but her cute cherry lips trembled, unable to utter a single word. It was clear she was terrified.

But as Yang Cun squeezed her tender buttocks harder, she could only let out a soft moan, almost frozen in embarrassment.

"It smells so good." Yang Cun smiled lecherously, and to her shocked surprise, he suddenly pressed

his lips to her half-open cherry lips. He abruptly pulled her petite and lithe body up, kicked the door shut, and carried the adorable

girl slowly upstairs.

Strangely, as Yang Cun greedily inhaled the fragrant scent after her bath, his tongue beginning its

wicked sucking at her cherry lips, a strange thought suddenly surfaced in his mind: Why isn't An Qiao

reacting today? Even when she was shy, she was usually docile and uninhibited when alone with him. Now,

she didn't react to his kisses, and when he pinched her little bottom, she was stiff

as .

Step by step, as Yang Cun climbed the stairs, before he could even process the question in his mind, he looked up and was

suddenly dumbfounded. The girl in his arms was struggling with embarrassment, and in front of him, that identical face

stared wide-eyed, looking at him with a mixture of surprise and resentment.

"Ah, Qiaoqiao?" Yang Cun's mind went blank for a moment, and when he suddenly looked, cold sweat immediately poured down his back.

"Sister..." An Ning, who was in his arms, broke free at this moment, her face flushed red, and

tears seemed to be welling up in her eyes. She hurriedly ran to the side and wiped the drool left by Yang Cun from her mouth, looking pitiful and shyly

at her dumbfounded sister.

"You are An Ning..." Yang Cun realized that he had made a huge misunderstanding! It was also his fault for being so

lustful as soon as he entered the room and making a move without even asking. But then again, with the same body structure, why did An Ning

's cherry lips taste so different from her sister's?

"You...you bad guy, pervert!" An Ning didn't even dare to raise her head. In her shame, she hurriedly hid

behind her sister, looking at Yang Cun uneasily like a frightened little bird, and then looking up at her dumbfounded sister.

The tone was like that of someone coaxing a lover. The adorable girl was now slightly pouting, and her

usually brash her soft words, made Yang Cun's bones melt. Good heavens, that girl's bright, watery

eyes were irresistible. An Qiao had her gentle cuteness, and An Ning was mischievous, but he never

expected her small gesture to be so charming.

"Master, you're back..." An Qiao was momentarily at a loss, staring blankly at her sister hiding

behind her , then looking at Yang Cun with a hint of resentment. Although her tone was still gentle and charming, there was a faint,

unpleasant hint of jealousy in it.

"Oh, you're back." Yang Cun was also stunned, his words somewhat incoherent. Looking at the

extremely cute twin girls in front of him, he felt a little itchy. He felt no remorse for his frivolousness and carelessness,

and his lust was now uncontrollably stirring.

"Sister, I...I...I'm going to sleep..." An Ning blushed with embarrassment. Seeing the two staring at each other,

she was still a child at heart and didn't dare to care about losing her first kiss. She immediately tried to shy away.

"Oh, wait a minute," An Qiao looked at Yang Cun, then at her sister who was blushing, and after a

moment , she suddenly grabbed her sister who was about to leave. When she turned her head back, her face was not only uncomfortable

but also full of shy blush. She looked at Yang Cun hesitantly, and after a long while, she mustered up her courage, lowered her voice, and

timidly asked, "My lord, this servant...has something I want to ask you."

"Go ahead." Yang Cun sat down to the side, poured himself a cup of tea, took a big gulp, and looked at

the charming and lovely sisters under the candlelight. He felt a tickle in his heart and was also a little drunk.

"You...you've taken liberties with Ning'er, you...you have to take responsibility..." An Qiao stammered for a long time, her face flushed, looking at Yang Cun with

a resentful and helpless expression. After a long pause, her words came out stiffly and woodenly,

lacking any strength.

In this era that strictly prohibited physical intimacy, even looking at someone's feet was considered an act of devotion. For a girl from a respectable family to

be so wantonly taken liberties with before marriage was a huge deal. What she said wasn't unreasonable,

but Yang Cun was stunned. Firstly, his views were not yet fully integrated with the times, and secondly

, he hadn't expected An Qiao to say such a thing after hesitating for so long. It was too wonderful! If a beautiful girl asked you, "

I have a twin sister, do you want to sleep with her too?" and someone refused, even their parents would

want to beat them to death. That's a lifelong fate of masturbation.

"Hmm, I will take responsibility." A lewd glint appeared in Yang Cun's eyes, his heart raced, and he couldn't

believe his sudden good fortune. Yang Cun, however, maintained a serious expression, feigning pain and

self-reproach, saying, "It's all my fault. I was careless and acted recklessly without understanding. But

won't this hurt Ning'er?"

Damn it, I'm an absolute acting genius! My excellent facial expressions weren't exaggerated at all. Combined with appropriate

body language, the hoarse tone conveyed a deep sense of conflict, perfectly capturing

the melancholy and guilt of a good young man facing such a heavy responsibility. His youthful, affectionate, and regretful eyes subtly

touched on An Qiao's emotions. With my talent, even if I don't win a Golden Horse Award, I should at least be a seasoned

performing artist. That

painful and conflicted look expressed the helplessness and anguish of a man caught between his beloved and another girl.

Yang Cun grabbed his hair hard; this trick was indeed incredibly effective. An Qiao's

previously somewhat aggrieved face immediately turned panicked, and she hurriedly shook her head, saying, "No, no! Master, please don't overthink it,

Qiao Qiao didn't mean to blame you."

"I know, but this...it's too unfair to Ning'er." Yang Cun sighed, looking up, then immediately looked at An Ning, who was hiding behind her, with

a focused and guilty gaze.

"I...I don't care, my sister said..." An Ning's heart raced when she saw this, and the

indescribable softness and unprecedented sensation of being forcibly kissed suddenly flashed through her mind. Her face turned red, and her

usually playful voice became incredibly soft.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. Yang Cun was engrossed in his performance and didn't know how to talk to

them , so he simply put on a look of deep regret. The An sisters, being

young and innocent, were already at a loss for words in this situation. Facing Yang Cun, they were extremely nervous,

their minds blank, and they couldn't say anything.

The air was heavy and oppressive. Even though the shy young sisters under the lamp were very alluring,

Yang Cun still considered their feelings and didn't pounce on them like a beast because of An Qiao's words. The two sisters were also

restless, staring at each other and stealing glances at Yang Cun, their lips pursed, unsure of what

to say.

"I'm sleepy," Yang Cun finally managed a feigned yawn after a long pause.

"Oh, then you should go to sleep first," An Qiao said considerately, snapping out of her daze. "The bedding is already made

."

"Aren't you two going to sleep?" Yang Cun pretended to rub his eyes as he walked towards the bed, his eyes catching sight of the incredibly alluring sisters

before him , and his heart began to itch again.

"I...I haven't showered yet..." An Qiao stammered shyly, glancing at her

bewildered . Suddenly, she gritted her teeth and, walking downstairs, whispered, "I...I'll go shower first

, let Ning'er keep you company for a while."

Damn, a man and a woman alone together, talking for a while could easily lead to pregnancy! Yang Cun's spirits lifted instantly. Looking at

the faint sorrow on An Qiao's face, he could roughly guess how much inner struggle this adorable girl had gone through before

deciding to give herself and An Ning a chance to be alone.

"I didn't take my clothes, I...I'm going down too." An Ning panicked. Before Yang Cun could react,

she immediately took small, graceful steps to follow her sister. The "thump-thump" of their footsteps was so fast that the two sisters were already

downstairs one after the other, giving Yang Cun no time to react.

Huh? The duck that was practically in his mouth, and someone else had practically fed it to him, had just flown away? Yang Cun was

stunned .

The sound of rushing water was muffled by a small wooden plank, but the sounds from downstairs were

like , making him restless and agitated, like a thousand ants crawling on his heart. Finding An Ning even for a moment was impossible!

Adorable twin girls bathing together—what a sensual and exciting scene that must be! Even without her captivating allure,

she was enough to ignite any man's hormones, especially Yang Cun, a man brimming with youthful vigor. But

Yang Cun wasn't a seasoned lecher; hearing the rushing water, even with his burning desire, he found it difficult

to act.

Ultimately, he had the desire but not the courage; to put it more politely, he had to consider the sisters' feelings. At this

moment, Yang Cun sighed, on the verge of tears, and could only console

himself in this almost inhuman torment. It wasn't that he lacked courage, but simply that he loved them and controlled

his burning lust, daring not to frighten them.

These days, being a conscientious lecher is far more challenging than being a despicable thief.

The rushing water sounded like a demonic chant, echoing in his heart; even calming himself was difficult under such circumstances.

Just when Yang Cun felt his humanity pushed to the limit, his animalistic instincts about to erupt uncontrollably, the agonizing sound

finally stopped.

Soon, a rustling sound and light footsteps could be heard. As Yang Cun's spirits

lifted, the delicate lotus-like steps slowly ascended the stairs. The light, alluring voice made Yang Cun's

mind race even before he could appreciate the beauty of the bathing woman. He couldn't help but swallow, his mind

wandering anticipating what would happen next.

Following the sound, at the corner of the stairwell, in the dim light of a room, two petite figures shyly

approached. Bathed in the dim light, they seemed like fairies descended from heaven, pure and lovely. Their

identical adorable faces, their fair skin now refreshed and rosy from the bath, and their long, wet hair

cascading over their shoulders, exuded an indescribable charm.

The soft, light, pure white silk draped their petite bodies, but the flawless white silk

couldn't compare to their flawless, jade-like skin. An Qiao, her face flushed, lowered her head, her eyes darting back and forth to Yang

Cun. Normally shy and timid, she walked ahead, holding the hand of the slightly hesitant An Ning,

protecting her like an older sister.

The same face, but the usually playful and adorable An Ning now appeared so delicate and charming. It was unclear what An Qiao had said to her while the two

sisters bathed, but now the lovely girl

resembled a frightened little bird, shyly hiding behind her sister, looking even more pitifully fragile.

"Master…" An Qiao led her younger sister to the bedside, her head bowed shyly, her face as red as peach blossoms in March, exceptionally

beautiful. She pursed her lips, looking at Yang Cun with embarrassment, her face slightly sweaty with nervousness.

Both girls were dressed in pure white mourning clothes, an appearance that made Yang Cun's head

spin for a moment. Although Yang Cun was somewhat mischievous, he knew the meaning behind a woman wearing mourning clothes; it was only appropriate to wear them in front of her

husband , not even her father. These were items from inside the room. If they were to appear in public dressed like this,

it would be an obvious suggestion in this era, a temptation that would make one's blood boil.

"You...you're so beautiful." Yang Cun swallowed hard, staring at

the twin , feeling a little dizzy. This incredible scene made his corpus cavernosum rush blood to his brain,

leaving him dazed and unable to think.

"Ning'er, come here." An Qiao was secretly pleased by the compliment and gently pulled her younger sister, who had been hiding behind her, over.

"W-what are you doing..." An Ning was pulled in front of Yang Cun, appearing shy but also somewhat

flustered . Her hands, which were clasped in front of her, kept fidgeting nervously, and her head was lowered, not daring to look up

at Yang Cun.

Before they could even exchange two words, An Ning had already nervously squeezed to the side. Yang Cun, dumbfounded,

swallowed , looking like a lecherous man. An Qiao, seeing this, chuckled and became less nervous. Looking at her sister, she

shook her head helplessly and said, "Master, let Qiao Qiao help you bathe."

"Oh, okay." Yang Cun's mind went blank for a moment. Faced with these incredibly alluring twin sisters, this

sudden romantic encounter made Yang Cun somewhat flustered. After all, he was a virgin who had just graduated, and his nervousness was

no less than that of a virgin about to consummate their marriage.

"Sister, you stay with me..." An Ning, seeing An Qiao had finished dressing, immediately grabbed her sister's hand, her face full of

shyness .

"Ning'er, lie down for a while, I'll be right there." An Qiao looked at the already excited

Yang Cun, then at her nervous sister, unable to weigh the options.

"No, I...I'm scared..." An Ning shook her head shyly, clutching An Qiao's sleeve tightly.

She gave Yang Cun a reproachful, slightly annoyed look, then immediately lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Master, look..." An Qiao felt awkward and had no choice but to pass the problem to Yang Cun.

"It's alright, I can wash it myself." Yang Cun was itching to do something. However, he

had been quite affectionate with An Qiao lately, so he didn't have such a strong urge. Seeing An Ning so uneasy, he felt a pang of pity and

immediately grabbed his clothes and ran downstairs in a flash.

"So funny!" An Ning found Yang Cun's impatient manner quite comical and couldn't help but chuckle, which

eased her tension considerably.

"Really? What's the rush? Are you in such a hurry for me?" An Qiao smiled shyly beside her, teasing her sister as she finally relaxed

a bit.

"Sister, you're doing this again!" An Ning blushed instantly, gave her sister a charming glare, and then

asked somewhat nervously, "Sister, you're not lying to me, are you? It really hurts a lot, and then feels good?"

"Yes, you silly girl." An Qiao gently hugged her younger sister's head, lovingly combing her

slightly messy hair, and said softly, "Ning'er, don't be afraid. Although the Duke is young, he is

a man who cherishes women. Even though our family has fallen on hard times, he has never looked down on us. Compared to those hypocritical and boastful people,

he is a truly good person."

"I know..." An Ning chuckled, "Just like Father said, he's not that kind of hypocrite, he

's that kind of true villain, right?"

"Don't say that!" An Qiao immediately put on a stern face, but thinking of Yang Cun's usual frivolous manner, she couldn't be serious anymore

, and a soft, charming smile appeared on her lips.

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