[Fantasy] Cultivation and Desire for a Slave Wife (Complete) - 22-24

Chapter 526 [Hidden Danger]

"Are you afraid I don't have enough money?"

Yokota Yasutaro immediately became angry. Accustomed to being fawned over in Japan, he was always treated as an honored guest in China. When had a sumo wrestler ever been treated like this? He casually pulled out a wad of red bills from his pocket and threw them directly at the manager's face.

"I've booked the whole place today! Is this enough? If not, I'll write you a check!"

Yokota Yasutaro's arrogant actions did not force the tea restaurant manager to back down.

"I'm sorry, our establishment does not currently offer private bookings!"

The tea restaurant manager remained neither arrogant nor humble, his smile unchanged. Yang Fan, however, caught a hint of sarcasm in the manager's unchanging smile.

Doing business is all about making money, and the tea restaurant manager's behavior of pushing customers away was truly baffling. Just as he was about to continue watching the spectacle, a shout came from outside the door, interrupting Yang Fan's enjoyment.

"Yokata, what are you still doing here? The boss sent me looking everywhere for you!"

A tall, thin man strode over, rushed up to Yokota Yasutaro, and launched into a tirade.

"Have you forgotten what day it is today? How dare you cause trouble everywhere? What happened to your clothes? You're disheveled, what a mess!"

Yokota Yasutaro's face first showed surprise, then a realization, followed by a silent bow of his head. Finally, he glanced around resentfully, then turned and left without a word.

The events unfolded exactly as Yang Fan had predicted. Aside from the tall, thin man appearing a little too early, Yokota Yasutaro's reaction was almost perfectly scripted. The only one truly surprised was Minobe Kojiro.

"Gentlemen? The matter isn't resolved yet, and you're already trying to walk away like this?"

As a ninja of the Minobe clan, he was already resentful for not being able to kill Yokota Yasutaro immediately. Now, this guy was trying to leave without saying a word or offering any explanation. How could he tolerate this?

Minobe Kojiro reappeared, confident that he could easily stop Yokota Yasutaro. However, a strange emotion flashed through his mind, and he didn't reach the expected position, instead taking a wrong step. He didn't care too much; even if he took a wrong step, he could still stop Yokota Yasutaro. But when he looked closely, he realized that he had stopped a tall, thin man with a smiling face!

"It was my negligence in managing my subordinates that led to this misunderstanding. We were indeed in a hurry today and didn't have time to properly apologize. If you have time another day, please visit the Kamiya Dojo on Shinpei Road, and I will certainly give you an explanation!"

A look of shock flashed in Minobe Kojiro's eyes. He never expected that this unassuming man could see through his ninjutsu and seize the position that should have been his. No wonder he had a bad feeling earlier; it was laughable that he hadn't paid any attention!

"Young Master Abe, I have no face to remain by your side. Please allow me to take my leave. After I leave, someone will take my place to protect you! Farewell!"

These repeated blows completely shattered Minobe Kojiro's unwavering belief in being a ninja. If he couldn't mend his broken heart, he feared he would never have the chance to appear as a ninja again in his life!

Regardless of Yokota Yasutaro's departure, the tall, thin man's retreat, or Minobe Kojiro's somber farewell, Yang Fan made no attempt to stop them. The deaths of these Japanese were none of his concern. If it weren't for Sadako, he would have already wiped them out and disposed of the bodies.

"Kamiya Dojo, huh? Heh heh, of course I'm going back! I suppose that's their main covert operation in Great Xia!"

The only thing Yang Fan regretted was that he had originally planned to use Yokota Yasutaro or Minobe Kojiro to test the limits of the Yoshiki Tea Restaurant. But the tall, thin man's arrival was too opportune, ruining his plans.

"Wait! Could it be..."

Yang Fan suddenly realized something extremely amiss, and his heart sank. There was a plausible explanation for why the tall, thin man had arrived so conveniently: from the moment Yokota Yasutaro blocked his way, he had been secretly monitoring them!

What chilled Yang Fan wasn't that someone was lurking in the shadows watching him, but that he hadn't even noticed it! He could imagine what Yang Fan's fate would be if the tall, thin man wasn't just monitoring him, but was carrying out an assassination mission. Thinking this, how could Yang Fan not be nervous?

"When did it start... and why did it become like this?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but ponder. His vigilance, his meticulous observation of his surroundings, his extraordinary ability to foresee danger from afar—all seemed to have inexplicably weakened after a certain point.

That's right! Not disappeared, but weakened, like being given a weakened state in a game, all his abilities confined to a very small range.

"Could it be her?"

Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat as he considered a possibility, a possibility very close to the truth...

"Hoo..."

Yang Fan let out a long breath, chuckling to himself. He thought: It seems that romantic encounters aren't all good things. If this matter isn't handled quickly, this situation won't be good. Although these Japanese aren't much, this can't go on forever.

It wasn't that Yang Fan was overconfident. Compared to the major holy lands, these Japanese opponents were merely pawns in his game, not formidable adversaries.

Even if the Yagyu Group or the Inoshita Group were to pool all their resources, Yang Fan was certain they couldn't muster the formidable military strength of any major holy land. Therefore, he had every reason to treat this as a game!

"Sir, would you like some morning tea?"

The manager of the Jiamu Tea Restaurant, whose muscles had been tense since Yokota Yasutaro left, relaxed considerably, and his smile towards Yang Fan became even more amiable.

"Drink! Why not!"

Yang Fan smiled slightly and had the tea restaurant manager lead the way.

He also wanted to learn more about the qualifications of this elite assassin alliance, and what reasons they had for coming to the turbulent city of Yanjing to expand their business. With

these thoughts swirling in his mind, Yang Fan allowed the tea restaurant manager to lead him attentively to a seat by the window on the second floor.

"Sir, what kind of snacks would you like? We have pineapple buns, cocktail buns, Mexican buns, egg tarts, 'Yuenyeung' (a type of sweet soup), pineapple buns with butter..."

A scene that surprised Yang Fan unfolded. He had assumed that the tea restaurant manager would simply take him to his seat and leave, leaving the ordering and serving to the restaurant staff.

Who would have thought that besides his martial arts skills, the tea restaurant manager's professional skills were also quite impressive! The more this was the case, the more vigilant Yang Fan became: such meticulous concealment meant their intentions were certainly not small!

"I want pineapple buns, and also noodles with luncheon meat and egg, a basket of char siu buns, a basket of crystal dumplings, and a cup of milk tea!"

Sadako wasn't being polite at all. She'd worked so hard last night that her lips were practically sausages, and she hadn't eaten anything this morning, so her stomach was already rumbling.

If Yokota Yasutaro hadn't blocked her way earlier, she would have already asked Yang Fan to find something to eat. Now that she had the chance to have a big meal, she wasn't going to stand on ceremony with Yang Fan.

The tea restaurant manager glanced at Sadako's small belly with a rather strange look. Although he concealed it well, Yang Fan noticed and chuckled inwardly. Anyone would be quite surprised to hear such a pretty young girl like Sadako order so much food.

"Sir... would you like to order anything else?"

No wonder the tea restaurant manager asked hesitantly. What Sadako ordered was enough for two people.

"Of course I want to order more! Young master, I'm only ordering for myself. You can't take it from me!"

Sadako stared at Yang Fan with very wary eyes, afraid he would say no.

Yang Fan shook his head and chuckled, saying, "Okay! Okay! Okay! I won't take it from you! Then bring another plate of crab roe soup dumplings, a plate of pork chop buns, a bowl of wonton noodles, and a cup of Hong Kong-style milk tea."

The tea restaurant manager swallowed hard, quickly noted down what the two had ordered, and hurried downstairs, afraid that if he slowed down, he would burst out laughing. Who would eat breakfast as a main meal and order so much food? These two... are really crazy! Watching the tea

restaurant manager's departing figure, a faint smile unconsciously appeared on Yang Fan's lips. Surely... this action would dispel much of his suspicion!

Sure enough, as the various snacks were served, the tea restaurant manager was nowhere to be seen, only ordinary staff were handling the food.

"Wow, it came so quickly! Ahh!"

Sadako exclaimed in amazement at the tea restaurant's speed, oblivious to everyone else, as she devoured her food, showing absolutely no ladylike manners.

Yang Fan found it amusing and couldn't help but tease, "Sadako, didn't you say you received all sorts of ladylike education from a young age? How come your eating manners are so unsightly?"

Sadako gulped down the crystal dumpling in her mouth, then grabbed another and swallowed half of it, humming as she chewed, "Young Master doesn't care about me at all! I haven't eaten anything since I escaped yesterday!" "

Her rebuttal made Yang Fan rub his nose, feeling utterly embarrassed and speechless. At that moment, he was blinded by lust and hadn't thought about eating at all. Luckily, the girl hadn't said those things during the most crucial moment of swallowing something, otherwise… Thinking of the awkwardness, Yang Fan couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Sadako had just taken a crab roe bun from in front of Yang Fan and swallowed it when she heard him chuckling. Thinking he was laughing at her, she wiped her mouth with a tissue, feeling a little embarrassed, and whispered, 'I'm just so hungry! It's not like I've never eaten these things before!'

While saying this, her big eyes kept darting between the various delicacies, finding each one intriguing; clearly, she wasn't being sincere.

Yang Fan couldn't help but want to laugh again, so he quickly drank a cup of milk tea to suppress his laughter, saying, 'No, don't worry, eat whatever you want! I won't laugh at you!'"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Sadako immediately relaxed, devouring the food while loudly praising, "This is delicious, mmm...this is delicious too...so delicious! Ahh! Ahh!" In

the end, Yang Fan didn't eat much. Almost two-thirds of the food was swallowed by her. Most surprisingly, Sadako's little belly didn't look bulging at all; it was unclear where all that food went.

"Tsk tsk, your appetite is almost on par with Qin Qing's!"

Watching Sadako eat so happily, Yang Fan felt a warm current flow through his heart, and involuntarily thought of that beautiful and refined little girl, Qin Qing. He wondered how she was doing now... It was

really funny; taking Qin Qing to a Western restaurant, but taking the little maid to a tea restaurant, and both of them ate with such relish. The difference in people's eating habits was truly interesting!

"Who is Qin Qing?" Sipping her

delicious milk tea, Sadako blinked and asked Yang Fan a very ordinary question. Ironically, this very ordinary question stumped Yang Fan.

"How should I answer?" Should

he say she was his woman? That wasn't untrue, and it seemed plausible, but deep down, she probably didn't think that way. Should he say she was his close friend? Uh… that seemed too heartless; he couldn't even forgive himself. What a dilemma!

Sadako sometimes said strange things, and sometimes seemed too naive, but that didn't mean she was stupid. From Yang Fan's expression, she saw something, something that made her realize she had asked the wrong question.

"Wow! That lady is so pretty!"

Sadako's skill at changing the subject was clearly lacking; before she even glanced out the window, she blurted out a completely fabricated lie.

Yang Fan understood her intention, smiled, and cooperated, saying, "Where? I don't see her?"

Sadako chuckled, then glanced at the extra area and said, "What's the rush? We should wait for them to confirm... Huh? There! There! Young Master, look!" Yang

Fan followed her finger and indeed saw a beautiful woman. The woman was wearing a tight leather outfit that perfectly accentuated her devilish figure. As she moved, the circle of men surrounding her moved as well.

Because of the angle, Yang Fan couldn't see her face, but even so, her figure alone was at least a 90 out of 100. As long as the part around her neck wasn't too grotesque, she could definitely be considered a beauty based on her figure alone.

But why did Yang Fan feel that the figure in front of him was somewhat familiar?

Chapter 527 [The Beauty Reappears]

"Young Master, those men are so strange, their movements are so synchronized!"

"What's so strange about them? Those men are probably all admirers of that beauty!" Yang

Fan chuckled indifferently. Now, he could appreciate beautiful women with a purely appreciative eye. Even if a stunningly beautiful woman stood before him, he wouldn't be as indiscriminate as before. Everything has its limits; once you cross that line, even the finest delicacies become tiresome.

"Wow, the beauty turned around! She's smiling at you!"

Sadako's words earned her a light flick on the forehead from Yang Fan: "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you really think I'm some kind of super handsome guy?"

"I'm not talking nonsense! That beauty is clearly smiling at you! Look, she's even walking this way!"

Even though Yang Fan didn't quite believe it, he couldn't help but glance out the window again. And sure enough, his eyes met those of the beautiful woman.

"How could it be her?" A woman dressed in magnificent robes, draped in a white gauze overcoat, slowly approached him. The pristine white fabric revealed her graceful neck and clearly

visible collarbones. The folds of her skirt flowed like moonlight, cascading to the ground, trailing more than three feet, making her gait even more elegant and graceful. Her long, black hair was tied up with a ribbon and adorned with a butterfly hairpin, with a strand falling to her chest. She wore light makeup, which only enhanced her beauty, and the faint blush on her cheeks created a delicate and lovely effect, like a flower petal. She was like a butterfly fluttering in the wind, or like pure and clear ice and snow!

With a face as beautiful as a flower and a lotus emerging from the water, the moment Yang Fan saw this woman, he felt as if he had suddenly entered a paradise of blooming flowers. Moreover, the moment this woman appeared, the men and women who had been whispering to each other stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes to this suddenly appearing peerless beauty.

This was an exquisitely beautiful woman, her steps light and graceful, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, captivating with every glance. At this moment, she was like a fairy maiden stepping out of a traditional Chinese painting, her robes fluttering, ethereal and otherworldly.

Such a refined woman holds immense attraction for any man, and Yang Fan was no exception! Yang Fan had never seen a woman with such a strong classical air, nor had any woman ever given him such a powerful shock. The beauty before him was beyond description.

Her pure white dress accentuated her slender waist, making it seem as if a gust of wind could break it. Her feet were completely hidden beneath the long skirt, but Yang Fan could clearly sense that her legs were incredibly beautiful, her small feet exquisitely delicate!

At the same time, in Yang Fan's mind, a familiar figure gradually merged with the one before him, finally becoming one… that person was Nalan Qingcheng!

So it was her! No wonder even someone as beautiful as Sadako would exclaim "Beautiful woman!"

Shouldn't she have already returned

to the Hundred Flowers Sect by now? How could she have time to stroll around the streets? And what a coincidence that we ran into each other! A cloud of doubt flashed through Yang Fan's mind. Before he could ponder further, Nalan Qingcheng had already climbed the stairs and arrived at the second floor of the Jiamu Tea Restaurant.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

In an instant, the previously empty tea restaurant was filled with people.

Nalan Qingcheng didn't care at all about the fly-like suitors around her. She neither turned them away nor gave them a friendly look, simply maintaining an attitude that neither encouraged nor discouraged them.

"Miss Nalan, An Peisheng greets you! It is truly my great honor to meet Miss Shui again in Yanjing!"

Walls have ears, and this was not the right time to expose An Peisheng's disguise. Before Nalan Qingcheng could ask, Yang Fan preemptively revealed his current identity.

A knowing smile flashed across Nalan Qingcheng's face. She nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Mr. Anpei, what a coincidence! Do you mind... me squeezing in with you?"

Although there weren't many empty seats around, there were some. Some of Nalan Qingcheng's suitors had deliberately left one, two, or even three empty seats, clearly reserved for her. However, she wouldn't sit next to anyone, insisting on squeezing in with Yang Fan.

"What exactly is she trying to do?"

Yang Fan was really feeling the pressure of being stared at by so many jealous gazes.

"Of course I don't mind, it's just that we've almost finished eating and are about to leave..."

"Young Master, cough cough, why are you in such a hurry to leave! This lady is so beautiful, I'd like to get to know her better!"

Zhenzi's carefree attitude was back! Seemingly completely unaware of the threat Nalan Qingcheng posed to her, she ignored Yang Fan's winks and insisted on jumping into the trap Nalan Qingcheng had set for her.

"Hehe! This girl is quite the talker. What's your name?"

Nalan Qingcheng knew her behavior today might have caused Yang Fan to misunderstand, but she didn't want to explain, so she temporarily ignored Yang Fan and started chatting with Sadako.

"My name is Sadako, from the Yagyu family in Nagoya. What's your name, sister? When did you meet Young Master Abe? Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm the young master's maid now! Look, isn't this dress I'm wearing pretty? The young master specially chose it for me!"

What? What nonsense is this little devil spouting? Yang Fan had a strong urge to grab a pineapple bun and shut Sadako up. He never expected that beneath Sadako's seemingly innocent face, there was such a cunning woman hidden!

"Maid?"

A suggestive smile appeared on Nalan Qingcheng's face. Her eyes, looking at Yang Fan, were full of indescribable meaning, seemingly a little disdainful, yet also shrouded in a hint of sadness. But before Yang Fan could see it clearly, it returned to its calm, placid state.

"Young Master Abe is quite the ladies' man, always surrounded by beautiful women wherever he goes. It's only been a few days, and he's already got an even prettier companion! It's truly enviable for us vulgar folk! Haha...hahaha..."

The rough voice was full of unbridled arrogance, drawing the attention of everyone on the second floor of the tea restaurant to the stairwell.

There, Inoshita Takehiko led the way, flanked by Yamada and Minobe Ukyo, the three of them swaggering up to the second floor of the tea restaurant.

Yang Fan couldn't help but glance at Nalan Qingcheng with a questioning look, thinking: Did you bring these people?

Nalan Qingcheng returned his look with a dismissive one, thinking: How would I know? I don't know them.

Yang Fan stood up somewhat helplessly and chuckled at Inoshita Takehiko, saying, "Inoshita-kun, long time no see. What brings you here today to this little teahouse?"

Inoshita Takehiko glanced at Yang Fan with surprise, then suddenly spoke in Japanese, "What, Abe-kun, don't you know this teahouse belongs to the Shuei-ryu Alliance? I'm here today to discuss something important with their owner."

Yang Fan looked around and couldn't help but frown: What was Inoshita Takehiko up to, acting so brazenly, completely disregarding the presence of so many outsiders? Did he really think that not a single person among them understood Japanese?

Inoue Takehiko noticed Yang Fan's actions and laughed loudly again, "Abe-kun, you're overthinking it. The Chinese are extremely hostile to our Great Fusang Empire. They have no intention of learning our language or acknowledging our culture. Therefore, I can assure you that none of these people understand our language. So, you can rest assured!" Yang Fan

nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, and then said, "In that case, I'm relieved. However, today is truly too coincidental. This morning, I was stopped by a sumo wrestler. If it weren't for Kojiro-kun, I'm afraid I would have been injured by that man!"

Inoue Takehiko and Minobe Ukyo exchanged a glance and laughed loudly, "Abe-kun, don't worry about it. They're just some clowns hired by the Yagyu family. Just say the word, and I'll send someone to crush them! However..."

Yang Fan sneered inwardly. He thought to himself: Hmph, do they really think I'm a fool? They're putting on such an obvious act. If I easily give in, wouldn't that make them suffer?

"Hey, you bunch of Japanese devils over there, what are you yelling about? This is Chinese soil, we don't welcome you Japanese dogs. If you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

"That's right! Japanese dogs, get out!"

"Get out! Get out!"

Inoshita Takehiko's nonchalant attitude annoyed the group of people who followed Nalan Qingcheng in. Someone started it, and the entire tea restaurant immediately erupted in noise.

Nalan Qingcheng, however, remained calmly seated. She seemed to have anticipated the situation. All the Japanese, including Yang Fan, the fake Japanese devil, could understand Chinese. The increasingly offensive language in the tea restaurant turned their smiling faces into liver-colored bruises.

"Baka!"

The first to lose his temper was once again the son of the Japanese officer. He pointed at the group of people around him and shouted, "You ill-mannered East Asian sick men! What right do you have to be arrogant towards us? You're the ones who should get lost!"

Yamada's ability to stir up trouble was second to none among those present. He could easily provoke people's raging anger with words that struck right at their core.

"Damn it, these Japanese dogs dare to be so arrogant on our turf?"

"Damn it! Kill these Japanese dogs!"

"Get him! Get him!"

The people following Nalan Qingcheng were a diverse group, representing all walks of life. It was a mystery where she got such charisma, attracting so many followers without causing her any trouble.

But that was it; Yamada had successfully provoked their anger, causing them to stand up and surround Inoshita Takehiko and his companions.

Yamada was adept at creating trouble, but when it came to handling problems, he was clearly not up to the task. Before being surrounded, he thought he could rely on his status, the Inoshita family's wealth, and even Minobe Ukyo's martial prowess to arrogantly face everything.

But when a large group surrounded him, and Inoshita Takehiko and Minobe Ukyo looked grim, neither speaking nor expressing their opinion, he couldn't help but feel afraid.

"Mr. Minobe, these Chinese monkeys are despicable! Please teach them a lesson!"

Minobe Ukyo said with a stern face, glancing at Inoshita Takehiko. Seeing that he didn't react, he turned away, remaining silent and still.

"Baka! Enough!"

Inoshita Takehiko's deep shout startled everyone, even Yamada, who was jumping around.

"Mr. Yamada, we came to China on a mission, not to cause trouble for you. If you continue to be so ungrateful, our Inoshita family might reconsider our cooperation with the superior!"

It was clear that Inoshita Takehiko had long harbored resentment towards Yamada Gyoji, but he couldn't be too harsh on him because of the need to cooperate with his father and his party.

Who knew that Yamada Gyoji would be such a troublemaker, causing trouble everywhere? This trip to China had already given Inoshita Takehiko and Minobe Ukyo a headache, and now, at this crucial moment of cooperation with the Shueisha Alliance, this guy had jumped out to cause trouble again. If the commotion here gets too big and alerts the Chinese side, all the plans might be ruined!

Thinking of this, Inoshita Takehiko almost swung his large hand to slap Ueyamada Koji hard. If it weren't for the fact that this man was extremely concerned about his reputation, a slap might really ruin his cooperation with Ueyamada's father; Inoshita Takehiko might have actually hit him. With

such a commotion upstairs, the tea restaurant naturally couldn't sit idly by. However, due to their inconvenient identities, they couldn't take a too-hard stance. Taking advantage of the moment when the group surrounding Inoshita Takehiko and his two companions were stunned, the tea restaurant manager quickly led the staff to appease everyone. Phrases

like, "It's my treat for breakfast today, please do me the honor!" and

"Harmony brings wealth! Harmony brings wealth! Please don't be angry!"

were frequently uttered.

The group had acted impulsively, but after being silenced by Inoshita Takehiko, reason and calm returned to their minds, and they began to feel some regret. Now, with the tea restaurant staff offering a way out and a free morning tea, they made a few more noises and gracefully backed down.

A potential disturbance was averted. Inoshita Takehiko and his companions couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Zheng is indeed a master of business. A few words and he's made a scene disappear... Hehe! Hehehe!"

Inoshita Takehiko wanted to praise the tea restaurant manager, but then remembered that some words might provoke certain people and give them an opportunity to cause trouble, so he only said half of what he meant and left it ambiguous.

Chapter 528 [A Creature Who Holds a Grudge]

The tea restaurant manager smiled slightly, appearing unfazed by praise or criticism, seemingly used to such scenes, which once again drew a gasp of admiration from Inoshita Takehiko.

"Mr. Zheng, are you interested in helping me? If you agree, I'll call Mr. Jiang immediately. I believe Mr. Jiang won't refuse the Jingxia family's favor!"

The tea restaurant manager, not expecting Jingxia Yuyan to be so decisive and a man of action, quickly tried to stop him, saying, "Mr. Jingxia, you're too kind. Mr. Jiang is willing to save my life. I've already sold my life to Mr. Jiang; please don't put me in a difficult position!"

His words were firm and uncompromising, leaving no room for negotiation. Jingxia Yuyan was impressed and sighed, lamenting that they hadn't met sooner.

Yang Fan sat to the side, observing the performance with a detached eye. He wasn't bored at all, treating it like a play. He occasionally exchanged a few words with Nalan Qingcheng, managing to roughly understand the situation.

It turned out that Nalan Qingcheng hadn't returned directly to the Hundred Flowers Sect but instead went back to Yanjing because her family had summoned her back. As for the large number of followers following her, it was because several special members were lurking among them. Their mission was to cooperate with Nalan Qingcheng to create trouble for the Jingxia Consortium. Of course, if they could take the opportunity to infiltrate the area surrounding Jingxia, that would be even better.

After hearing Nalan Qingcheng's explanation, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel suspicious: Could such a scheme really infiltrate the Jingxia Consortium? Was he joking? Also, how did Nalan Qingcheng get involved with this Jingxia Consortium? And how did that old man Nalan Kang get involved too?

Unexpectedly, just as Yang Fan was puzzled, Jingxia Yuyan pulled him aside and said to him, "Young Master Abe, do you know that woman over there?"

Yang Fan naturally knew who the woman was, but he was about to help Sadako remove the Gu poison, and Jingxia Yuyan had come knocking on his door. If he didn't take advantage of the situation, wouldn't that be too unreasonable?

"Oh, you mean her?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Inoshita Takehiko's face lit up with joy, and he was about to express his thoughts when Yang Fan interjected, "Don't you know her? She's Yagyu Saburo's daughter, a young lady from the Yagyu family. It's just that she's currently under my protection, and out of pity, I can't just abandon her."

Hearing Yang Fan's nonsensical explanation, Inoshita Takehiko was both amused and exasperated. However, he couldn't say that Yang Fan was wrong, so he could only hum in agreement. After Yang Fan finished speaking, he asked, "And what about the other woman?"

"What? Mr. Inoshita..."

Inoshita Takehiko noticed Yang Fan's expression change slightly, as if a surge of anger, like his prized possession being forcibly taken away, quickly explained, "Young Master Abe, please don't misunderstand. I've simply observed that this woman has a great attraction for those with considerable martial prowess, so I wish to use her to recruit some external members to deal with the delicate situation in China."

Yang Fan's eyes darted around, and he probed, "What? Could it be that the Koga ninjas... have also become paper tigers?"

Inoshita Takehiko smiled wryly for a moment before saying, "To be honest, we have ninjas, and the Yagyu clan also..." "It's not that we're completely helpless; without some cannon fodder to help, some things would be quite troublesome..."

Yang Fan glanced at the tea restaurant manager and said, "Mr. Inoshita, you're not joking, are you? Although I didn't know that Jiamu Tea Restaurant was a property under the Jiying Alliance, I do know the name of the Jiying Alliance. With them leading the charge, are you worried about not having enough manpower?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but doubt Inoshita Takehiko's intentions. Nalan Qingcheng had just prepared to infiltrate the Inoshita Group and came up with a seemingly foolish idea, yet it had managed to pique Inoshita Takehiko's interest. If he didn't know Nalan Qingcheng's loyalty to the country, Yang Fan would have suspected that the two of them were conspiring to deceive him!

Inoshita Takehiko pondered for a long time before solemnly saying, "Young Master Abe, please forgive my bluntness..."

"No! If you just want me to help you beg that woman to persuade those people to join, I might try. But if you want to drag me into this, you'd better not ask!"

A courtesy given out of politeness usually implies an ulterior motive. Moreover, given Inoshita Takehiko's seemingly sincere demeanor, Yang Fan, while quite interested in some matters, felt compelled to maintain his current status and comply.

Inoshita Takehiko was merely testing the waters; if Yang Fan had truly listened, he might have harbored doubts. However, Yang Fan's decisive refusal relieved him considerably.

"In that case, as Young Master Abe said, the Inoshita family will certainly offer a generous reward upon completion!"

Inoshita Takehiko bowed solemnly to Yang Fan, displaying a remarkably serious demeanor.

"Strange. Could it be that the Inoshita family has truly encountered some great difficulty?"

Yang Fan, filled with doubt, returned to his seat, called over Nalan Qingcheng, and whispered Inoshita Takehiko's request.

Nalan Qingcheng glanced casually at Inoshita Takehiko, a glance executed with exquisite skill, like a spring breeze across a lake, or twilight sweeping across mountains. With just a light touch, she stirred Inoshita Takehiko's heart

, causing him to repeatedly turn back to look at Yang Fan. Yang Fan, of course, hadn't expected that Nalan Qingcheng's single glance would ignite Inoshita Takehiko's jealousy. If he hadn't been merely an imposter, harboring suspicion towards the Japanese, he might have fallen into Inoshita Takehiko's trap one day.

Impulsiveness is the devil, jealousy is the original sin. Often, seemingly powerful forces fall due to a single, insignificant thought.

Inoshita Takehiko's reaction greatly pleased Nalan Qingcheng. In Yang Fan's world, where he kept beauties like treasured collector's items, she had almost forgotten that she possessed unparalleled beauty. The consequence of having many beautiful women in one place is that they often forget their own advantages. If it weren't for this incident, Nalan Qingcheng might never have realized that she was still quite alluring to men. Jingxia Yongyan's reaction only further convinced Nalan Qingcheng of her charm.

"Brothers, you've followed me for so long, and although it has caused me some trouble, it has also helped me solve many problems. To be honest, I've always been conflicted. On one hand, I'm very grateful for your help, but on the other hand, it has also caused me a lot of distress..."

The very varied tone of her voice alone made Nalan Qingcheng's words incredibly persuasive, and coupled with her troubled expression, it was as if even the gods would be willing to help her out of her predicament.

"Miss Nalan, if you have any trouble, just say the word, and we brothers will take care of it for you right away!"

"Just say the word, Miss Nalan, and we brothers will risk our lives for you!"

"No problem, as long as it's Miss Nalan's business, we'll go through fire and water for you, without hesitation!"

"..."

Although everyone was talking at once, every word they said was firm and resolute. Seeing this situation, Inoshita Takehiko was pleased, but he was also secretly amazed.

"This woman... is indeed extraordinary!"

Unconsciously, Inoshita Takehiko's gaze towards Nalan Qingcheng became even more ardent. If Yang Fan hadn't been beside him, he probably would have wanted to devour her alive.

Although the current situation was still under Nalan Qingcheng's control, it was still overwhelming for her. For the past ten years or so, she had always used the special abilities of her Hundred Flowers Body for assassination. She had never thought that by using the affinity of the Hundred Flowers Body to mobilize certain things in human cells, she could produce such good results.

Simply controlling the emotions of dozens of people, excluding the special members, was extremely exhausting, especially when everyone was excited and their blood was boiling, which multiplied her energy expenditure.

"Brothers, please calm down... please listen to what Qingcheng has to say!"

Nalan Qingcheng quickly stood up; if she sat down again, she wasn't sure if she could still control the situation.

"Miss Nalan, please speak! We're all listening!"

Nalan Qingcheng smiled before speaking, her clear laughter echoing in the tea restaurant, indescribably charming. After laughing for a while, she said, "Brothers, because of Qingcheng, many of you have lost your jobs. To be honest, Qingcheng really feels sorry for you..."

Hearing Nalan Qingcheng say this, everyone couldn't help but get excited again.

"Miss Nalan, please don't say that! It was all voluntary!"

"Yes, Miss Nalan, I'm just a protection collector, it's hardly a job!"

"I'm a robber too! If it weren't for Miss Nalan, how could I have ever reformed?"

The crowd chattered, revealing their professions. Not only did Yang Fan secretly click his tongue, but even Inoshita Takehiko broke out in a cold sweat. Inoshita Takehiko had investigated Nalan Qingcheng and her group. But investigations are one thing, they can't reveal too much detail. Besides, many of their private matters were matters of life and death; how could they be so easily uncovered?

Nalan Qingcheng glanced at Yang Fan furtively, gave him a meaningful smile, then quickly turned away, saying, "But Qingcheng still feels somewhat guilty! Fortunately, today, through Mr. Abe's introduction, I learned that Mr. Inoshita needs a group of people. I think if any of you brothers could get such a job, perhaps Qingcheng would feel a little better!"

"Working for the Japanese?"

"That... isn't that inappropriate?"

The crowd hesitated. They had just been cursing the Japanese, and now they were working for the very man they called "Japanese dogs." It was hard for them to accept.

Inoshita Takehiko, however, knew this was his chance to shine. He stepped forward and said in fluent Chinese, "Dear friends, please don't be too concerned about my Japanese identity. In fact, my grandmother was Chinese, so I am one-quarter Chinese." Hearing

Inoue Takehiko's words, the hesitant crowd breathed a sigh of relief. They just needed a reason; Nalan Qingcheng's words, at times, were like a royal decree to them.

If the recent events hadn't been so memorable, almost leading to bloodshed, they might not have cared about his Japanese identity at all. After all, some of his members were exceptional individuals, practically devoid of goodwill. National interests and ethnic righteousness held less appeal for them than a lowly prostitute.

The tea restaurant manager, who had been observing quietly from the sidelines, stepped in to help, saying, "Brothers, don't miss such a great opportunity! I know the Jingxia Group is a top-tier conglomerate not only in China but also in Japan! This is

a once-in-a-lifetime chance!" The tea restaurant manager's words, like adding fuel to the fire, were like adding fuel to a kettle that was already boiling. Immediately, everyone clamored to join the Jingxia Group.

Jingxia Takehiko was overjoyed and, forgetting about Yang Fan, immediately called his subordinates to arrange for these people. It was just a group of men with mediocre skills, mostly from various industries, people who could be useful in certain situations. Yet, they were making Jingxia Takehiko so excited. What kind of trouble had the Jingxia family encountered?

Yang Fan couldn't suppress his curiosity and secretly spoke with Nalan Qingcheng. To his surprise, this private conversation earned him a small eye roll from her: "Hmph, didn't you say you didn't want to talk to me? Why did you take the initiative to talk to me?"

"What bad luck! What did I do to deserve this?"

Yang Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself, thinking: When have I been ignoring you? From the moment you appeared, haven't I been treating you very warmly?

Yang Fan naturally had no idea that this petty woman was settling old scores with him. Heh… women are always very vengeful creatures; even the smallest grudge can leave a significant mark on their hearts.

Nalan Qingcheng might have been acting childish, but she didn't hold back any of the information she needed to reveal to Yang Fan.

It turned out that the Yagyu Group had indeed struggled against the Inoshita Group when they were dealing with them alone. But once Yagyu began to reveal the power behind them, the burden shifted to the Inoshita Group.

While the Inoshita Group had Koga ninjas, the Yagyu Group had also been raising sumo wrestlers for years. One excelled in offense, the other in defense (in some ways, sumo wrestlers were more like mobile fortresses, so saying they were good at defense was also somewhat plausible). The two sides were evenly matched, and it wouldn't be easy to determine a winner in a short time.

However, to Inoshita Takehiko's dismay, the Yagyu family suddenly produced a large number of ninjas from nowhere. Moreover, these ninjas were different from the so-called ninjas under his command; they were genuine ninjas. The strength of any one of them far surpassed that of his own side…

Chapter 529 [It's That Simple]

Originally, Inoshita Takehiko hadn't taken the Yagyu clan seriously, but after this battle, he truly began to take them seriously. And the more he investigated, the more extraordinary this clan became…

That day at the Sadako Club, he originally intended to demonstrate his power to make the Yagyu clan wary. However, he didn't expect the Yagyu clan to quickly understand their methods and repeatedly pressure the Inoshita clan through a series of sniping tactics.

The Yokota Yasutaro's street obstruction of Yang Fan was merely an insignificant move by the Yagyu clan. The Kamiya Dojo behind them could even intervene at crucial moments, easily defusing the impending conflict with the Shueisha Alliance, demonstrating the immense power behind it all.

After listening to Nalan Qingcheng's soft explanation, Yang Fan realized that the entire process had only taken about ten minutes. In such a short time, the people from the Jingxia Group responsible for the takeover had already arrived swiftly, demonstrating remarkable efficiency. Watching his men take the entire room full of people away, Jingxia Xiong Yan was satisfied and couldn't help but feel a little excited.

The tea restaurant manager, who hadn't wanted to disturb Jingxia Xiong Yan, felt that the cooperation between the two parties should be done sooner rather than later. He took a moment to whisper a few words to him. Jingxia Xiong Yan, understanding the situation, didn't feel embarrassed, laughed heartily, and let it pass.

Although Yang Fan had only helped Jingxia Xiong Yan with a small favor and didn't expect much in return, the other's oblivious whispering and complete disregard for his presence was somewhat irritating. So, he glanced at the table and made a few sounds that were enough to make someone realize their mistake.

As expected, Inoshita Takehiko quickly realized what was happening. He apologized to the tea restaurant manager, then scurried over, bowing deeply in gratitude, "This time, it's all thanks to Young Master Abe! If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid...hehe..." Knowing that Yang Fan disliked hearing such private matters, Inoshita Takehiko simply stopped there, clearly expressing his thanks.

Yang Fan smiled faintly and shook his head slightly, saying, "It was nothing, hardly a favor."

With such a casual remark, it was as if he hadn't been the one banging on the table just moments before. Nalan Qingcheng, watching from the side, almost couldn't help but chuckle, secretly thinking with disdain: That sly fellow, so cunning!

Inoshita Takehiko was clearly not quite understanding the intricacies of the situation, a slight doubt creeping into his mind. He didn't quite grasp the special meaning behind Yang Fan's actions

. After a few moments of thought, he tentatively said, "Young Master Abe, please don't say that. If there's anything our Inoshita family can do for you, please don't hesitate to ask." No wonder Takehiko hadn't reacted immediately. According to his habitual thinking, with the Abe family's immense power, what need would they, a second-rate family, have to be of any use?

Yang Fan, however, smiled and took over the conversation, as if he had been waiting for this: "To be honest, I do have something that I need Inoshita-kun's help with!"

Inoshita Takehiko's heart skipped a beat, and his smile became somewhat forced: "Young Master Abe, please speak freely. As long as it's within my capabilities, I won't hesitate."

Nalan Qingcheng, listening from the side, was quite disdainful, thinking to herself: The Japanese are truly cunning. They were making grand pronouncements about their family's capabilities earlier, but now that they're actually needed, they immediately change their tune and say it's within their capabilities! "Today a lotus, tomorrow a bud; you Japanese are the least trustworthy of your word!"

Yang Fan smiled slightly, seemingly not understanding Inoshita Takehiko's meaning, and said confidently, "Not at all, not at all. I believe that with Inoshita-kun's abilities and his emphasis on promises, this matter is nothing more than a trivial matter for you."

Although Yang Fan didn't intend to rely on the Inoshita family, but only thought that having more options would increase his chances of success, seeing Inoshita Takehiko's face, he couldn't help but deliberately provoke him.

Inoshita Takehiko's face grew increasingly ugly, but he couldn't lose face in front of Yang Fan. While secretly wiping his sweat, he bowed repeatedly, "Not at all! Not at all! Young Master Abe is too kind to me!"

The tea restaurant manager, who had been quietly observing, couldn't help but change his expression upon seeing Inoshita Takehiko's subtly pleading appearance. Minobe Ukyo noticed and subtly kicked Inoshita Takehiko as a reminder.

Suddenly realizing his mistake, Takehiko Inoue dropped his pretense, but could only smile bitterly to himself: This Abe no Seiji went to such lengths to manipulate me with words; his demands must be considerable! No wonder there's a Chinese idiom, "Disaster comes from the mouth"—my mouth really needs a good talking to…

Letting Takehiko Inoue wallow in self-pity, Yang Fan finally stated his request: "Actually, it's nothing serious. It's just that my lady Sadako has been poisoned by the Yagyu family. I just want to ask Mr. Inoue, if it's convenient, could you keep an eye out for an antidote?"

For someone like Takehiko Inoue, a slight punishment would make him work diligently; being too forceful would be counterproductive. If it provoked his rebellious nature, he might even sabotage things.

After a tense moment, Inoshita Takehiko was surprised to find that Yang Fan's request didn't conflict much with his own plans. For a moment, he could hardly believe his ears: "Young Master Abe, it's that simple?"

Yang Fan glanced at Inoshita Takehiko with slight surprise and said, "I've been emphasizing that this matter is not complicated at all."

Inoshita Takehiko chuckled dryly, trying to cover it up, "Yes! Yes! Yes! It's my fault for not hearing clearly. I will definitely handle this perfectly for Young Master Abe. Please, have some peace and quiet!"

The matter was almost settled, and Yang Fan didn't stay to listen closely to how the Inoshita family colluded with the Shuei Alliance. Even if he wanted to, neither side would openly discuss such matters.

Inoshita Takehiko's earlier disclosure of certain information about the Shuei Alliance was merely a common tactic used by these families; they didn't genuinely want Yang Fan involved. If Yang Fan was unaware of the true nature of the situation, he might suffer some hidden losses.

Leaving the Jiamu Tea Restaurant and leaving him far behind, Nalan Qingcheng finally let out a long sigh of relief and roared at the surging river, "These past few days have been so stifling! I'm finally free!"

The river breeze near the bank was rather chilly, and Nalan Qingcheng's voice carried far on the wind. It was as if all the resentment that had been building up in her heart had been released in that instant, making her feel much refreshed.

Yang Fan watched Nalan Qingcheng's somewhat unrestrained behavior with a smile, and quietly explained to Zhenzi, who was tightly clutching his clothes, "Your older sister is always very active; I imagine she's been feeling quite stifled these past few days."

After venting her anger, Nalan Qingcheng returned to Yang Fan's side, just in time to hear the last half of his sentence.

She tilted her head suspiciously and looked at Yang Fan, saying, "Hey, Yang... what are you saying behind my back again?" Out of habit, Nalan Qingcheng almost blurted out Yang Fan's name, but fortunately, Zhenzi's round, large eyes reminded her that there was a Japanese woman beside them who understood Chinese.

"Those who are not of our kind are bound to have different hearts. I don't know what's gotten into this brat, insisting on keeping this Japanese woman by his side. I don't know what's so good about her!"

Nalan Qingcheng thought to herself, her gaze towards Zhenzi now tinged with emotion.

Although Sadako's brain structure is peculiar and she often utters startling statements, her intuition in certain areas is still somewhat frightening. Showing slight dissatisfaction with Nalan Qingcheng's situation, she furtively circled behind Yang Fan and pleaded in a low voice, "Young Master, I'm scared! That older sister's eyes are so frightening! Can we go away?"

Though it sounded slow, it was actually only a moment; Nalan Qingcheng's question and Sadako's request were almost instantaneous. If someone were nearby, they might mistakenly think the two were engaged in a question-and-answer session.

Yang Fan looked left and right, then couldn't help but laugh, "You two were getting along like the same person when there were outsiders around. What, you've only been away from them for a short while, and you're already fighting amongst yourselves?"

Nalan Qingcheng felt a sudden surge of alertness, reminding herself, "Nalan Qingcheng, what are you doing? You know how much of a womanizer that guy is. Why are you talking like a wronged woman? He's not your boyfriend!"

Taking a deep breath, Nalan Qingcheng apologized to Zhenzi, "I'm sorry, Miss Zhenzi! I've been in a bad mood lately. I've had to suppress my true nature because of some things, and I just let it out. I couldn't help but look at people with a bit of fierceness, and I scared you. I'm really sorry!"

Two sincere apologies quickly earned Zhenzi's forgiveness. She patted her chest and exaggeratedly exhaled, "Yes! Yes! Sister's eyes are really quite fierce! But Zhenzi isn't afraid anymore, hehe!"

Conflicts between women come and go quickly! As long as one side is willing to humble themselves, the hatred will never fester into something too deep. Seeing Sadako, who was somewhat afraid of Nalan Qingcheng just a moment ago, now happily running and jumping arm-in-arm with Nalan Qingcheng, Yang Fan couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle: "I really don't understand you women!"

Taking advantage of Sadako having Nalan Qingcheng with her, giving him some time that he could completely control, Yang Fan calmed himself and instantly entered the area of his mind, scanning his surroundings with all his might.

Although Minobe Kojiro's ninjutsu had some flaws, it was still difficult to defend against at certain times. So, during their contact, Yang Fan took the opportunity to leave something on him; if he were nearby at this moment, he would have nowhere to hide!

The bright world gradually blurred, as if veiled by a green gauze. Soon, the dense green dissipated, and the world returned to its clear state. However, many grid-like things appeared.

In this world, everything, before Yang Fan actively focused on it, was a small red dot. Once he concentrated his attention, the dot unfolded rapidly, like a computer menu selected by a mouse. Meanwhile, rows of various parameters scrolled rapidly up and down on the right side of his vision.

This further evolution of his mental vision was something Yang Fan had anticipated. Since his trip to the ancient tomb, Yang Fan had had a vague feeling, though it wasn't clear at the time.

Until this moment, the instant he re-entered his mental vision, a sudden enlightenment spread throughout his body, an unprecedented feeling of comfort almost making him groan.

"Strange, is this Inoue Takehiko's instruction, or Minobe Kojiro's personal action? Minobe Kojiro said someone would take over his work before he left. Could there be some difference in scent between ninjas?"

Surprised that Minobe Kojiro hadn't followed, Yang Fan quickly withdrew from his mental vision. While leaving something on Minobe Kojiro, Yang Fan also took something from him. The empty needle-like true energy was very useful; sticking it into a person was as easy as a mosquito bite.

“Logically, all ninjas should possess the same thing! Could it be that I misjudged?”

Yang Fan’s thoughts were interrupted before he could think further, as Nalan Qingcheng and Sadako playfully walked back to his side.

“Um… Abe, where are you living now?”

Nalan Qingcheng felt very awkward addressing Yang Fan, always having an urge to reveal his current identity. Fortunately, the urge remained just that—an urge—and hadn’t yet turned into reality.

Yang Fan shrugged. “There are many places to live, but I’m currently living in building X in district X.” Nalan Qingcheng

thought for a moment, then nodded as if suddenly realizing, “Oh, so it’s… your house.”

This constant ambiguity was really awkward! After only a few words, Nalan Qingcheng couldn’t hold back any longer. She pulled Yang Fan aside and whispered sharply, "Hey, Yang Fan, how long are you going to keep this identity? If this continues, I'll go crazy!"

"Right now, the Inoue family, the Mino clan ninjas, and some Japanese officials are fighting the Yagyu family. Leaving aside the impact of their victory on Yanjing, just the fact that I used Abe's identity and met both sides makes it impossible for me to stay out of it!"

To Yang Fan's explanation, Nalan Qingcheng gave him a disdainful sneer: "Don't try to fool me! Aren't you just reluctant to part with that little Japanese girl? Don't tell me that with your abilities, you can't shake off their pursuers?"

Yang Fan swallowed back the words he was about to say, giving a dry laugh, speechless.

"It seems that's really the case..."

Yang Fan thought about it carefully, and it did seem to be true. With his abilities, even he himself wouldn't believe he couldn't avoid the likes of Mino Kojiro!

Chapter 530 [More Water]

"Speaking of which, I guess I was stuck in a dead end!"

Reminded by Nalan Qingcheng, Yang Fan had a new idea.

The three of them returned to their residence with the aromatherapy materials they had bought. After Sadako went to take a nap, Yang Fan said to Nalan Qingcheng, "Qingcheng, could you please take care of Sadako for me for a while?"

Nalan Qingcheng replied nonchalantly, "Taking care of her is no problem, but I don't know what you mean by taking care of her? Do you want me to... eat, drink, and sleep with her every night? Plus sex services?"

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Yang Fan was so flustered by her words that he coughed uncontrollably and couldn't speak for a long time. Given her personality, Yang Fan really couldn't handle such a bold statement!

Seeing Yang Fan's disheveled appearance, Nalan Qingcheng laughed heartily.

"What's wrong? Just a word about sex services and you're this scared? I haven't even mentioned anything like 'dragon' or 'breast massage'..."

"Really? The Nalan Qingcheng I know isn't like this!"

Yang Fan almost suspected that the Nalan Qingcheng in front of him was possessed, but looking at her from left to right, she didn't seem fake at all.

"What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me?"

Nalan Qingcheng, even with her thick skin, couldn't stand Yang Fan staring at her so much. Although she had overheard Yang Fan's secret affairs and even openly witnessed him being intimate with several other women, she still had no real experience.

The talk of "poison dragon" and "wave push" was just a show of trying to tease Yang Fan. Unexpectedly, she wasn't shrewd enough; she couldn't resist Yang Fan's questioning gaze.

After staring at Nalan Qingcheng for a while, Yang Fan suddenly laughed, "Qingcheng, your natural affinity is very strong, isn't it? Then, your affinity for water should also be very strong, right?"

Although Nalan Qingcheng could see the ambiguity in his smile, reminiscent of a lecherous man, her lack of experience prevented her from discerning the deeper meaning behind his words.

What did he mean by "your affinity for water should be very strong"? He was clearly implying that Nalan Qingcheng had a lot of "water"—what kind of "water"? Hmph…haha…that's a matter of interpretation.

"Really? What's wrong?"

Nalan Qingcheng asked, bewildered. As a being with the Body of a Hundred Flowers, her perception of nature and all things was countless times stronger than that of ordinary people. Her affinity for the Five Elements (metal, wood, water, fire, earth) was also far beyond that of ordinary people.

This is why Nalan Qingcheng's cultivation progressed so rapidly. Because ordinary people need to consciously perceive the Five Elements and other energies in the space during cultivation, she didn't need to deliberately absorb these energies constantly. In other words, she was cultivating 24 hours a day!

Ordinary people, no matter how powerful, couldn't cultivate indefinitely. This wasn't just due to the need for eating, drinking, and relieving themselves, but also because cultivation has its limits. Once those limits are reached, a period of digestion is needed before continuing cultivation. Otherwise, one would suffer a cultivation deviation.

However, Nalan Qingcheng didn't have this problem; she didn't even need to cultivate, she was cultivating all the time. In this way, she had already won at the starting line! This shows just how extraordinary the Body of a Hundred Flowers truly is!

"Hehe...hahaha..."

Yang Fan almost burst out laughing, but on the surface he maintained a serious expression, saying, "Hehe, it's nothing, just asking casually!"

"Just asking casually?"

Yang Fan didn't give Nalan Qingcheng any more time to think before quickly changing the subject, saying, "Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. I was wrong before, always thinking that with the Mino ninjas following me and Sadako by my side, it was inconvenient for me to leave, but I forgot that my abilities are far superior to theirs! Since you reminded me, then the next game will be very fun!"

Whether it's the Yagyu family or the Inoshita family, it has little to do with Yang Fan. Who wins or loses is an internal matter of Japan, and it has nothing to do with him.

In other words, these Japanese people have almost no use to Yang Fan anymore. If it weren't for Sadako being poisoned, he wouldn't even have the interest to pretend to be friendly with these people. As for the agreement with Yagyu Saburo before, if it weren't for Sadako, Yang Fan might have helped him, but now, he really couldn't muster any goodwill towards people who would even use their own daughter.

"Fine, consider it repaying a favor to Qingcheng!"

Yang Fan ultimately decided to intervene because he knew Nalan Qingcheng was very dedicated to this matter; otherwise, she wouldn't have returned directly to Yanjing without going to the Hundred Flowers Sect. Furthermore, the Nalan family had treated him well, which is why he decided to help. In his heart, emotions were always a far more valuable asset than any threat.

After hearing Yang Fan's plan, a strange light flashed in Nalan Qingcheng's eyes. As a powerful individual, living like an ordinary person could sometimes feel mundane yet blissful, but at other times, there was a nameless emptiness, a constant fantasy of one day being able to demonstrate her strength again.

Like an eagle, even when dormant, it still belongs to the sky. Nalan Qingcheng was the same; her heart was ignited by this sudden surge of passion.

"I can help take care of Zhenzi, but you have to include me in your plan!"

Headache! Headache! Yang Fan desperately wanted to refuse, but he couldn't ignore the consequences. He genuinely believed that iron and blood were a man's glory, but facing the woman's stubborn and resolute gaze, he couldn't help but wonder: were there exceptions? Unable

to refuse, Yang Fan finally agreed to Nalan Qingcheng's joining, which finally earned her her approval.

Yang Fan stealthily left the apartment, but instead of leaving immediately, he went to a building opposite the apartment and silently monitored the room he had previously stayed in. After observing for several days, he finally got a satisfactory answer.

Minobe Kojiro was gone, but that didn't mean the trouble was over. Yang Fan wouldn't dare leave without confirming who was following him.

After monitoring for three days, a slight smile finally appeared on Yang Fan's face, which had been ashen. He was now basically certain who the ninja who had replaced Minobe Kojiro was.

Over the past three days, three people appeared near that building multiple times. Two of them appeared four times, while the other only appeared twice. The ninja Yang Fan identified was the one who appeared the fewest times.

"If Minobe Kojiro hadn't given you so many instructions, you probably wouldn't have shown yourself even once!"

Leaving a small item on the ninja before departing with peace of mind,

Yang Fan didn't even take his car with him to avoid attracting attention. His Volvo had been completely remodeled; not only was the license plate different, but the color had also been repainted. It was originally intended to conceal his identity, and taking it now would be foolish. He

hadn't felt anything while being watched, but once he was completely free from surveillance, an inexplicable sense of ease washed over him, making his steps lighter.

"I haven't seen Xin Xin and the others for a few days. I should give her a call!"

Thinking of Lin Jiaxin's gentle appearance, Yang Fan felt his heart melt.

"Hey, Xin Xin, it's been so long! Did you miss me?"

Hearing Yang Fan's voice, Lin Jiaxin was completely stunned, not even having time to respond. Yang Fan, thinking something was wrong, asked anxiously, "Xin Xin, don't scare me! Are you alright?"

"Go away! What nonsense are you talking about? Nothing could be wrong with me!"

Lin Jiaxin quickly laughed to dispel Yang Fan's worries, then hurriedly asked, "Where have you been these past few days? You haven't given us any information."

Yang Fan felt a warmth in his heart. He knew Lin Jiaxin was genuinely worried, which was why she asked such a question. Normally, her tolerance, her composure, and her reserve wouldn't allow her to do such a thing that crossed the line.

"After talking to Sister Lan on the phone that day, some things happened, so I temporarily changed my SIM card. That's why I haven't been able to call you all for a while, but everything's fine now, I'm coming home right away!"

"Be careful on the road, I'll buy extra groceries today!"

Being home all the time, sometimes I feel that having too many women around is a bit of a hassle, but when I don't see them for a while, I miss them terribly.

These past few days, Dongfang Lan, Lin Jiaxin, the Shen Ruoxi sisters, Lin Wan'er, and even Tang Ningshuang, Feifei… one beautiful face after another flashed before Yang Fan's eyes. No wonder people often say, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder." After being apart for a while, he felt increasingly nostalgic.

Thinking as he walked, he unknowingly arrived at his doorstep. Looking up suddenly, Yang Fan realized he had already reached his destination.

"Time really flies!"

Yang Fan chuckled and shook his head, seemingly amused by his own actions.

Back home, Yang Fan saw it was late and decided to cook a few dishes himself. It had been a long time since he'd cooked, and Yang Fan was really itching to do so. Besides, he was about to leave for Japan, and this was a good opportunity to say goodbye to everyone, and also a chance to readjust, because he knew that having offended several powerful places, he wouldn't be away from home for long. Lost in thought, Yang Fan slowly walked towards the kitchen.

"Huh? Someone's here?"

Just as he reached the kitchen door, Yang Fan heard the clinking of porcelain coming from inside. He was slightly startled, but quickly went inside.

The moment he entered, he saw Lin Jiaxin, dressed in an apron and a white kitchen hat, casually chopping vegetables.

A few days ago, for some reason, Dongfang Lan had separated a dressing room between the kitchen and the living room. He hadn't paid attention before and hadn't thought much of it, but seeing Lin Jiaxin's attire now, he finally understood.

"Xin Xin, were you changing clothes over there just now?"

Looking at Lin Jiaxin's white tank top, black shorts, and apron, plus her chef's hat, Yang Fan couldn't help but swallow hard.

"What a youthful and charming young cook! I never thought a mature woman could exude such youthful allure just by changing clothes. She's incredibly tempting!"

Yang Fan's exclamations came one after another, and his saliva flowed faster than usual.

It wasn't that Yang Fan lacked self-control; rather, as his cultivation level increased, his desires became increasingly active. The slightest temptation would make him unable to resist…

Whether it was a small mouth or small hands, no matter how wonderful or beautiful they were, they could never compare to the bliss of two people becoming one. That kind of exhilarating pleasure, the feeling of a man's body oozing sweat, is something that cannot be replaced by anything found throughout millions of years of human evolution. Therefore, Yang Fan's thirst wasn't something that developed overnight, but rather accumulated over these past few days!

But the moment he walked in today, he was greeted by Lin Jiaxin's alluring outfit. How could he possibly resist?

"I don't care anymore! Even if there are two extra seasonings in the dish, you can't blame me! Who told you not to make me unable to move the moment I walked in!"

Roaring inwardly, Yang Fan pounced on Lin Jiaxin from behind, pinning her down. His hands expertly searched for her sensitive spots.

"Yang Fan, stop it! I want more… mmm…"

Lin Jiaxin's remaining words turned into saliva, half swallowed by herself, the other half by Yang Fan. It's unclear whether he understood the meaning behind her saliva.

The entanglement of lips and teeth was always incredibly sweet. Each exchange of saliva seemed to bring them closer, their affection sweeter than honey. A storm quickly raged in the kitchen…

the stove, cutting board, knife, fruit, vegetables… everything in the kitchen became either props or the target of their abuse. Before long, the once tidy kitchen was transformed!

“Yang Fan… not here! If Lanlan sees this, I won’t be able to face anyone!”

Being kissed was fine, being touched was fine, but as Lin Jiaxin’s clothes were about to leave her body, she suddenly grabbed Yang Fan’s hand, pleadingly expressing her worries.

The reason she came back so early today was because she had asked Dongfang Lan for leave at the last minute, specifically to cook for Yang Fan. She hadn't expected Yang Fan to appear at this time. However, despite her curiosity, she was also pleasantly surprised. Among so many women in the family, she wasn't the most beautiful or the most alluring. There were always women better than her in every way. And it was precisely because of this that Lin Jiaxin harbored some thoughts… ( Chapter 531 of

05-03 : [The Bet]) Although she didn't say it outright, Lin Jiaxin was actually very insecure. If it weren't for her deep love for Yang Fan and her reluctance to leave, she might have already chosen to leave quietly. Coupled with her past experiences, her insecurity only intensified. Yang Fan naturally knew Lin Jiaxin's feelings, but this wasn't something that could be changed in a day or two. Such things couldn't be rushed. Therefore, while he was making his move, he whispered, "Xin Xin, if you don't call out, everything will be fine!" That's why he made such a flirtatious gesture at this moment, because he was using this method to dispel Lin Jiaxin's reservations and prevent her from wallowing in self-pity. As Yang Fan spoke, his hands moved ceaselessly, kneading and shaping the exquisite object, which was difficult to grasp, into various forms. No wonder he enjoyed examining this wonder; the differences in skin and size meant that different women possessed different advantages. Even the same woman, dressed and undressed, dressed in different clothes, looked different. Such a delightful object—if one didn't carefully appreciate and understand its alluring qualities, wouldn't one have wasted their life as a man? Lin Jiaxin's heart, following Yang Fan's kneading movements, rose and fell between the depths of her soul, feeling a hazy sensation, as if the Yellow Springs were in sight, and then soared to the heavens, almost transforming into the wind to survey the world. "How can I not scream when you tease me like this, you bad man?" Lin Jiaxin's small mouth opened and closed, her breath coming in gasps, her words incoherent. This was only because she had tried her best to control herself, not letting her extremely penetrating voice run wild. Otherwise, even if the villa's rooms were soundproof, there was no guarantee that others wouldn't see it. "Alright, I won't move. Let's see if you scream or not?" Seeing Lin Jiaxin making excuses for herself, Yang Fan couldn't help but smile mischievously, wanting to see how she would handle the situation. Although Yang Fan didn't move, his body didn't break contact with Lin Jiaxin. His arms, his chest, his breath, his body temperature, his scent, and even... his... such a seamless, almost 360-degree encirclement left her nowhere to hide, even if she wanted to. "You... you bad guy!" Faced with Yang Fan's shameless and obvious "framing" behavior, Lin Jiaxin was clearly helpless. Between passionate men and women, even a single glance could ignite a raging fire and cause an uncontrollable situation. With such close contact, it would be strange if they didn't ignite a fire! "Xin Xin, don't try to change the subject. You know that trick won't work on me!" In a playful mood, Yang Fan managed to put on a serious face, righteously criticizing Lin Jiaxin for not answering the question directly. "Hmph! I...I won't scream, I'd rather die than scream!" Lin Jiaxin was too naive; provoked by Yang Fan, she immediately took the bait, her earnest words more solemn than a solemn oath. "Oh? Wow!" Yang Fan used two meaningful interjections, a suggestively wicked tone, and an expression even more serious than Lin Jiaxin's, to deeply express his distrust. "You...you don't believe me, right?" Lin Jiaxin panicked; every pore on her body stood on end, giving her immense courage: "If you don't believe me, then come at me! I refuse to believe that you can make me scream without moving your hands or feet!" She was provoking him, challenging the various special techniques Yang Fan possessed! Are you sure...you really want to come?

Yang Fan's wicked smile sent a chill down Lin Jiaxin's spine. But she was still young and inexperienced; even if she believed in Yang Fan's immense abilities, she wouldn't doubt her own judgment. Youth is about courage! Youth is about daring to try! Youth is about fearlessness!

Lin Jiaxin believed in herself, in her abilities, and in that she could afford to lose. Therefore, at the last moment, she unhesitatingly chose to persevere: "I! Absolutely! Certainly! I! Want! To! Come!"

Each word was spoken with a clear pause and a strong, affirmative tone to express her unwavering resolve.

"Since that's the case, then so be it!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Yang Fan began a series of increasingly aggressive harassing actions. His hands and feet didn't remain still, but that didn't mean he couldn't do something else. To dispel Lin Jiaxin's doubts, Yang Fan even offered to forgo his tongue. Even without these three powerful tools, he had plenty of other methods!

First, he used his breath to gently tease her earlobe—yes, a warm breeze! When he blew hard, most of what came out was cold air. Even if there was a little moisture, it wasn't enough to evoke any romantic associations. Only when the breath was exhaled slowly, the tiny drops of moisture gathered together, did it create a warm, alluring breeze.

This warm breeze brushed past Lin Jiaxin's ears, ruffling her hair, like a swarm of busy little bees, constantly buzzing around her, gathering nectar, seemingly unwilling to stop until they aroused her desire and spilled countless drops of nectar.

"Such a little trick, I can tolerate it!"

Normally, Lin Jiaxin would have laughed and chuckled after being attacked like this, but at this moment, she actually resisted the itch that pierced her heart, enduring it without uttering a sound.

"Huh? Little girl, your skills have improved!"

Yang Fan exclaimed in surprise, eliciting a small burst of pride from Lin Jiaxin.

Unfortunately, her pride was nothing more than a dying struggle, or a fleeting moment of brilliance before death, in the face of Yang Fan's endless tricks. Before she could even savor the feeling of triumph, she was forced into a state of forced restraint, like a trapped beast.

While Yang Fan was making his move, her mind was still basking in the excitement of having withstood his first attack. She hadn't even noticed how he attacked or what methods he used; she only knew that her body went numb, followed by waves of agitation coursing through her.

"You bad boy, what did you put on my shoulder?!"

These words would have been more appropriate, more in line with Lin Jiaxin's current state of mind, if spoken in a soft, panting voice. But to avoid showing weakness in front of Yang Fan, she forced the words out in a rapid, hurried tone, without even a pause.

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!"

Yang Fan exclaimed repeatedly before clapping his hands and laughing, "You have eyes, can't you turn around and see? Look, my hands are here..."

He then shook his hands, which had been under her watchful gaze, indicating that he hadn't been up to anything. Then he continued, "Didn't you notice that it's a little wet down there? Yes, I was using my nose!"

"Impossible!"

Lin Jiaxin didn't believe it at all, but when she turned around to confirm, she was surprised and helpless to see that around her Jianjing acupoint, what was provocatively twitching and making faces at her was none other than that scoundrel's nose!

"You should know that the area around acupoints in the human body is always a place where neurons are densely concentrated. Often in these places... hehe... it's easy for some erogenous zones to be formed, or things related to erogenous zones!"

Yang Fan had told her these things before, and she remembered them all. But when he wasn't touching her with his hands or using special techniques to tease her, she returned everything to him exactly as it was.

"Hmph!"

Lin Jiaxin knew her defeat was justified, but just a moment ago she had been confidently declaring to the world that she would never yield to Yang Fan's methods. Yet, this was only the second step, and she was already struggling to cope…

"Could I… just give up like this? No! Absolutely not!"

Lin Jiaxin gritted her teeth, repeatedly encouraging herself. Before long, through frequent self-suggestion, her confidence returned: "Even if you use your nose, I won't easily admit defeat. Hmph, keep going!"

Yang Fan, of course, knew what this little girl meant by those words. Compared to his provocation, her little tricks seemed rather obvious. However, his methods were far more sophisticated than that, so he wasn't worried about the trouble of tying another arm to her.

"Alright, to make you completely convinced, I'll pull you down without even using my nose!"

"Really?"

Lin Jiaxin looked at Yang Fan with surprise, her small, beautiful face showing a mixture of disbelief and smug satisfaction at her successful scheme.

"Hmm! Hmph!"

Yang Fan responded with a nasal hum, lazy and nonchalant, as if it were a trivial matter to him.

Unexpectedly, Lin Jiaxin's reaction to Yang Fan's confirmation was incredibly intense: "Ha! Ha! Ha! Yang Fan, you're dead!"

A slight sweat broke out on Yang Fan's brow. Lin Jiaxin's agitated reaction was quite unexpected: "Could it be that I've always taken the initiative, causing the passionate and youthful Jiaxin to harbor resentment? Did she always want to take the initiative?"

It's understandable that Yang Fan would have such a ridiculous thought at this moment; Lin Jiaxin's behavior was too much like that of a long-oppressed, suddenly empowered member of the working class to resist tyranny! At this moment, Yang Fan felt... He felt it necessary to comfort Lin Jiaxin a little, lest she get too agitated and cause her blood vessels to burst.

"Ahem! Jiaxin, is it because we always use the missionary and doggy-style positions when we're together that you feel uncomfortable? I know that high-achieving students like you from prestigious universities are usually outwardly gentle but inwardly rebellious. Is it... that you've always wanted to try the woman-on-top position... or maybe a queenly look?"

As he said this, Yang Fan repeatedly reminded himself to keep a calm expression. But encountering something so ridiculous, it was too much to ask to hide even a trace of it. So, when he said the last sentence, he finally couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth curve upwards, forming an arc.

It was this arc that completely reversed the meaning of Yang Fan's well-intentioned advice, turning it into intentional or unintentional teasing. Lin Jiaxin's face flushed crimson, her chest heaving violently, but she managed to suppress her rage. Instead, she glared at Yang Fan and said fiercely, "You can be arrogant for now, but wait until you fail, then we'll see how you die!"

"How will I die? How can I die? There's no agreement on what the benefits of winning are, or what the punishment will be for losing. Even if all my methods fail, what can you do to me?"

Seeing Lin Jiaxin turn her face away, Yang Fan made faces at the back of her head.

"Oh, right!"

Seemingly remembering something, Lin Jiaxin suddenly turned around, almost bumping into Yang Fan.

"What are you doing? You're so close to me, I almost bumped into you!"

Lin Jiaxin pouted, rubbing her slightly bruised nose, looking puzzled.

"Ahaha...nothing! Nothing! I just wanted to get closer to you, to smell your fragrance more!"

Yang Fan's blatant praise sent a shiver down Lin Jiaxin's spine, almost melting her bones.

It wasn't that Lin Jiaxin was too weak to resist such blatant praise. The key was that the person praising her was Yang Fan. The women of the Yang family all knew that while he often praised people, he was extremely stingy with his words. To compare himself to a lecherous philanderer, using it to highlight Lin Jiaxin's irresistible beauty, was something Lin Jiaxin had almost never experienced before.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! How could I be so pathetic?"

Heaven knows how difficult it was to suppress emotions when your soul was trembling and every cell in your body was cheering. Even worse, you had to repeatedly hypnotize yourself, pretending nothing had happened, and bringing your normal physiological reactions under the control of reason. This was utterly inhumane! But, to win the final victory, Lin Jiaxin had to do it.

"You almost changed the subject! I was just about to tell you that we haven't agreed on the prize for winning and the punishment for losing!"

"Huh? You finally remembered?"

Yang Fan looked at Lin Jiaxin with surprise and amusement. "This girl, now she looks quite a bit like when I first met her!"

His first impression of her was that of a shy woman! Yang Fan shook his head inwardly, quickly banishing the thought. If Lin Jiaxin knew, she'd surely throw a tantrum!

Although that kind of punishment was exactly what Yang Fan wanted, the problem was, what if she took up his time trying to comfort the other women? Wouldn't that be unpleasant?

Chapter 532 [Backfire]

Sure enough, although Lin Jiaxin's senses weren't particularly sharp, she still noticed Yang Fan's obvious expression just now: "Yang Fan, you... what was that expression you were making just now? Do you think it's too much for me to set a punishment standard for something like this?" Her

calm tone couldn't hide a subtle threat; anyone with a brain could see how much anger Lin Jiaxin was suppressing to maintain her composure.

"Of course it's not too much!"

Lin Jiaxin breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Yang Fan didn't deny it, things would be easier from there.

"However..."

Most things in the world go wrong because of the word "however." Once that "however" appears, it often means things are difficult to resolve amicably.

"However what?"

Lin Jiaxin glared fiercely at Yang Fan on the surface, seemingly confident and not allowing him to refuse, but inwardly she was uneasy, wondering if she had somehow troubled this number one villain.

Her conflicted thoughts didn't escape his notice. He always knew that in this family, she wasn't the most beautiful or the most charming; she was just an ordinary member of the masses. To have Yang Fan's favor was already a great privilege!

As a result, she dared not raise her voice in this house, and over time, she had almost lost her former innocence and liveliness.

Yang Fan could only think about this; everyone had their own choices. Whether they were frowning or happy, it was still a day. Even with family, he could only offer advice from the sidelines; it was difficult to truly make decisions for them. Otherwise, even if they didn't blame him now, they would blame him later.

"But what? Of course, it's that you can't hurry up! If you delay any longer, Sister Lan will be back! Then, even if we act quickly, we'll still be seen doing something 'live'!"

"What?"

Lin Jiaxin couldn't believe her ears. She never expected Yang Fan's "but" to be such a calculation! He…he’s clearly spoiling me…She

secretly turned her head away, wiping the wetness from the corner of her eye, then turned back, avoiding his gaze. Lin Jiaxin lowered her head and said calmly, “Since you’re in such a hurry, then I’ll say it! If I accidentally shout out loud…note, loudly! Quietly, it doesn’t count!”

Yang Fan shrugged at Lin Jiaxin’s almost unreasonable behavior, indicating his indifference.

"Hmph, you'll find out what death means in a minute. For now, let your arrogance be!"

Lin Jiaxin thought to herself, but calmly continued, "If I don't shout it out loud, it means you've lost. If you lose, you have to promise me that we'll be together from now on..."

At this point, Lin Jiaxin's face suddenly turned bright red. She pushed away the curious Yang Fan who was leaning closer, and muttered softly, "Anyway, it's not that difficult. If I win, you just have to promise to do what I say, and everything will be fine!"

Yang Fan knew she wouldn't ask him to do anything particularly difficult, but judging from her hesitant manner, he feared what she wanted him to do might be very... wicked!

"Okay, as long as it's not about me using my own penis to penetrate my own anus, I'll agree to anything!"

"Ugh...you're so disgusting!"

Lin Jiaxin stuck out her little tongue, wrinkled her little nose, and pretended to be unable to stand it. After a moment, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Yang Fan, judging from your expression just now, have you tried it before?"

"Get lost, I'm not that bored!"

Yang Fan pushed away the gossipy Lin Jiaxin and changed the subject, "Hey, just talking about how you won seems a bit unfair! What if you lose?"

Lin Jiaxin had been thinking about how to get leverage over Yang Fan, and the thought of what would happen if she lost hadn't really lingered in her mind for long.

Seeing her troubled look, knowing that she was having a hard time finding a fair punishment, he simply said, "If you lose, it's actually very easy! As long as you promise me that as long as I'm happy, no matter where we are or what I want you to wear when we're being affectionate, you...can't refuse!" "

!"

Oh my god! This request is truly outrageous! But... it's also incredibly... exciting! Lin Jiaxin was momentarily stunned, unsure how to respond to Yang Fan's bold and excessive demand.

Finally, Xin Xin chose to agree. After all, compared to Yang Fan's winning request, hers was considerably more outrageous. Think about it, a request without clear conditions, capable of encompassing countless inclinations, is far more difficult to handle than a relatively wicked one.

Having agreed on the terms of victory and defeat, the next step was relatively simple: one would attack, the other defend; one would relentlessly provoke, the other would desperately endure. But this seemingly simple process was incredibly exciting in practice...

After some bargaining, Lin Jiaxin's initially agitated emotions gradually cooled down, and a hidden, unspeakable smugness naturally lurked within her.

"Hmph, you stinky guy. You've fallen for it now, haven't you? Once a woman experiences something, or even gets close to it, she'll be in a relatively cold period for a long time. Even if you have a thousand tricks up your sleeve, I'll remain unmoved, hehe... let's see what you can do!"

Lin Jiaxin's little scheme was perfectly conceived, but unfortunately, she only knew herself, not Yang Fan!

Once she was ready, Yang Fan launched a new offensive. This time, he held nothing back! Even if only a single hair could be moved, he was confident he could turn a fierce woman into a slut! But in actual combat, he didn't even use a single hair...

He released Lin Jiaxin and tried to approach her little by little with different parts of his body, first her ear, then the back of her neck, then her breasts… But every time he was about to actually touch her, he would quickly pull back.

After repeating this several times, Lin Jiaxin gradually felt something was amiss. Their pre-arranged agreement stipulated that he wouldn't use any of his body parts—his hands, feet, mouth, and tongue—to tease her sensitive areas.

However, in practice, even if he used these four parts, as long as he didn't actually touch her, it wouldn't be considered a violation. This was the oversight in their agreement, and she hadn't expected this shameless guy to exploit such a loophole.

His repeated pressure always gave her the feeling: "He's coming closer! He's coming closer! He's going to touch me… he's going to…"

But just when her expectations were at their peak, Yang Fan suddenly withdrew.

This outcome both relieved her heart and left her with a sense of loss and regret. After his repeated tests, his repeated threats, and his repeated rejections, her heart, which she thought was as firm as a rock, began to stir again.

"Damn it, this bad guy hasn't even touched me, so why...why do I have this...urge to moan?"

Lin Jiaxin's doubts didn't last long before she had no time to dwell on them. Because Yang Fan's movements became increasingly slow, yet increasingly alluring!

His lips were so close to hers, separated by only a narrow slit. Any slight initiative from either of them would immediately erase that almost imperceptible gap.

"Tsk! Mmm..."

"Hmph...Hey, what's going on here?"

Although the situation was entirely within Yang Fan's expectations, after Lin Jiaxin had taken the initiative to kiss him, he still needed to clarify things, otherwise, wouldn't it be his fault again?

"What? What happened?"

Lin Jiaxin didn't know why she had suddenly, inexplicably, and without thinking, kissed him.

She had been silently chanting, "Don't kiss him! Don't kiss him! I won't kiss him first! I'll be so embarrassed!"

But the one who took the initiative was none other than Lin Jiaxin, who had been so determined to restrain herself, not the villain she had expected.

This huge psychological gap left Lin Jiaxin feeling quite lost. So, when Yang Fan feigned innocence with a slightly teasing tone, Lin Jiaxin's first reaction was to become furious, desperately trying to erase the whole thing and pretend nothing had happened.

"Consider it a little reward for your hard work, I don't mind. So, let's continue!"

Although she spoke calmly, as if she had already decided, her heart was actually pounding with nervousness. Seeing her hands repeatedly raised in front of her and then lowered back, looking rather helpless, it was clear she was very worried—very worried that things wouldn't turn out the way she expected!

"Alright, since you've said so, consider it my reward!"

Yang Fan smiled slightly, completely unconcerned about Lin Jiaxin's obviously cheating behavior. Because… he would create more opportunities for her to cheat until she stopped and willingly admitted defeat!

"Since it's my reward, can I make one more small request… that you squat down?"

"What?"

Lin Jiaxin reacted quickly, immediately thinking of the worst-case scenario. She jumped back in a panic, almost striking a classic Bruce Lee pose and shouting "I'll hit you!"

Yang Fan shrugged. "Nothing, just want you to squat down. And let me tell you, if you don't squat, I'll find a way!"

Lin Jiaxin pouted, remaining silent, her expression one of utter disbelief.

But then, Yang Fan chuckled, took an easy running start, and jumped onto the stove, laughing, "Even if you don't squat down, I have plenty of ways to achieve my goal! Hey... don't dodge, or I'll disqualify you!"

Knowing her fate was ultimately inescapable, Lin Jiaxin stopped helplessly and resentfully, cursing Yang Fan inwardly: "You damned stinky guy, you bad guy, next you're definitely going to put your stinky thing in front of me, hoping I'll accidentally swallow it, right? Humph! I won't fall for it!"

But after Lin Jiaxin mentally prepared herself, widened her eyes, crossed her arms, and adopted a "I'd rather die than take the initiative again" posture, what she encountered was Yang Fan squatting on the stove, just looking at her and laughing.

"How could this be? Wasn't it... you wanted that?"

Love is inherently a psychological game; between you and me, man and woman, whoever figures out the other first wins.

This little competition in the kitchen was merely a manifestation of a love game, albeit a supreme technique, albeit one that demanded a slightly higher level of skill from the controller.

"What, my dear Xin Xin, disappointed?"

Yang Fan's smiling face at this moment was so infuriating to Lin Jiaxin that she couldn't help but pout and huff, throwing a retort at him, "You're so annoying!"

Yang Fan didn't say anything, only returning her an ambiguous smile, and then, just as she had expected, he actually did what he had previously anticipated. Faced with something that appeared out of nowhere, standing upright before her, something extremely lewd, Lin Jiaxin was stunned!

Ever since agreeing on the content and rules of the competition with Yang Fan, she had been caught in this cycle: judgment…mistake…disappointment…judgment again…mistake again…disappointment again…

and so on. She had even lost track of what her true desires were, what were merely her fantasies, and what Yang Fan had unknowingly…instilled in her! Once feelings of confusion arise, maintaining composure becomes much more difficult.

Having experienced the first proactive kiss with Yang Fan, being more proactive again wasn't unacceptable. It's just that… this time, the proactive kiss was slightly a bit too forward, making it harder for her to accept.

The difficulty in suppressing this feeling, coupled with repeated self-suggestions of "no," led Lin Jiaxin, in a state of internal conflict, to once again act against reason, kissing him in a daze, completely disregarding her own inner turmoil.

The opposite of what she expected! The subconscious mind, when faced with the conscious mind's commands, never considers the conscious mind's "no" premise; it always executes a positive response. In other words, when someone gives themselves completely opposite commands like "Don't fall asleep" and "I want to sleep for a while," the subconscious mind is actually executing the same instruction: "Sleep!"

Chapter 533 [A Hidden Paradise]

Lin Jiaxin's mind was completely muddled. Ever since Yang Fan started putting pressure on her time and time again, she hadn't been very clear-headed. She was especially confused at this moment. After her little hand touched that solid thing, it began to move on its own under Yang Fan's guidance.

Every woman's hands are different. Lin Jiaxin's small hands possessed both the pinkish tenderness of a little girl and the smoothness of a young woman. For girls her age, hands are one of the most beautiful parts of the body. Under Lin Jiaxin's skillful hands, Yang Fan felt as if a part of his body was stepping into a goose down comforter—soft, smooth, and somewhat warm. Unfortunately, the warmth was only slight, not intense. Compared to a real woman's body, it was naturally far inferior, and compared to a mouth, it was even more lacking.

Yang Fan, who had initially felt quite comfortable, couldn't help but feel a bit bored after thinking about a real woman's body and mouth. His movements, which had been coordinated with her movements, unconsciously slowed down.

After her initial daze, Lin Jiaxin slowly began to clear her mind. After glancing at the "monster" in her hands, she was so frightened that she closed her eyes, unable to look any longer. But the thing was in her hands, and even if she didn't want to look, she couldn't help but feel it. Especially with her hands clenched together, she could clearly feel every edge and corner of it. Little by little, its complete image was slowly being sketched out in her mind.

Everyone likes to substitute a favorite object for something they don't like at first glance. Lin Jiaxin loves ice cream, so naturally, she imagined what she held in her hand as a nut chocolate ice cream. Why nut chocolate? Because chocolate is black, of course. Nuts are angular, hanging on the chocolate like exposed veins…

Thinking of her favorite nut chocolate ice cream, Lin Jiaxin couldn't help but swallow slightly, imagining that what she held in her hand was that delicious nut chocolate ice cream.

First, she touched it lightly, then brought it closer to her nose to smell it. She thought the smell was okay, definitely not sour or smelly. Moving closer, she smelled something indescribable, a kind of odor that was both present and absent!

Opening her mouth, gently taking it in, then stopping… Having no experience whatsoever, despite hearing countless descriptions from her older sisters and imagining what it looked like countless times, when Lin Jiaxin actually tried it herself, she was completely at a loss, like a tiger trying to eat the sky.

Watching Lin Jiaxin obediently lying on his bed, making the most intimate contact with him, Yang Fan felt an indescribable feeling. Of course… the emotional feeling far outweighed the physical feeling.

Watching Lin Jiaxin's clumsy, even awkward movements, Yang Fan couldn't help but reach out and stroke her hair, closing his eyes and sighing with pleasure. Lin Jiaxin tried many methods, but no matter what, she could only barely swallow half of the tip. She was too nervous; her tongue remained stiffly pressed against the middle of her mouth, firmly keeping Yang Fan's enormous member out. Swallowing it was naturally impossible! The feeling of

being teased through a boot is often more unbearable than not scratching at all, and Yang Fan was in that situation at the moment. If Lin Jiaxin hadn't moved her mouth, it would have been fine, but she did. Not only did she move, but she only moved the upper half of her mouth. She simply used her small mouth and tongue to move back and forth around the top part of Yang Fan's penis, refusing to swallow it. This caused Yang Fan

a lot of trouble… No matter how arousing the feeling was, it was an invisible and intangible emotion, and compared to the physiological stimulation caused by sex hormones, it quickly lost its power. Lin Jiaxin's troublesome little tongue kept Yang Fan stuck in mid-air, unable to go up or down, extremely frustrated.

Unable to suppress his desire to release, Yang Fan let out a low growl, watching Lin Jiaxin swallow her saliva. In the gap of her little tongue's defensive movement, he made a direct attack, filling Lin Jiaxin's mouth completely.

"Ugh…"

Lin Jiaxin suddenly felt a large foreign object in her mouth, her throat was painfully stimulated, and she struggled to push it out, but she couldn't manage it. In contrast to Lin Jiaxin's discomfort, Yang Fan felt as if he were soaring through the clouds, each contraction carrying him to an incomparably magnificent paradise.

"Ugh..."

Lin Jiaxin groaned, finally choking on the foreign object and tears streaming down her face. Realizing what was happening, she simply knelt down with a thud, grabbing Yang Fan's penis with both hands and pulling it out with all her might. Yang Fan, somewhat annoyed by the pulling, glanced down at Lin Jiaxin, but seeing her pained expression, he felt a pang of pity and quickly withdrew.

Giving her this chance to catch her breath, Lin Jiaxin, who had almost suffocated, cherished it immensely. She gasped for fresh air, finally sighing after a long while, "I almost choked to death!"

After resting for a moment, once her breathing had evened out, Lin Jiaxin lowered her head again to approach Yang Fan's penis. For some reason, seeing Lin Jiaxin's current state, Yang Fan suddenly felt a pang of pity. He leaned back, grabbed Lin Jiaxin, and forcefully ripped her clothes, making a tearing sound.

The clothes tore in two, and freed from the restraint of clothing, Lin Jiaxin, whose center of gravity was low, fell into Yang Fan's arms. Yang Fan stretched out his arm and pulled Lin Jiaxin into his embrace.

Suddenly having someone in his arms, Yang Fan couldn't control his body, and his body involuntarily leaned back, rolling onto the ground with Lin Jiaxin in his arms. The two rolled together, one on top of the other, intimately close.

The torn clothes all fell to the floor, and Lin Jiaxin, embracing Yang Fan, was only wearing her underwear. However, Lin Jiaxin felt very uncomfortable. Because now she was straddling Yang Fan, her anus pressed directly against his penis.

How could Lin Jiaxin not be nervous at such a sensitive moment? She felt her whole body trembling, especially her anus, which was contracting rapidly.

Yang Fan knew exactly where he was pressing against Lin Jiaxin; the heat emanating from there felt like it could melt him.

At that moment, Yang Fan desperately wanted some kind of relief, to put what was exposed back where it belonged. However, Yang Fan also knew that his lie about the swelling in a certain area was already exposed, so he couldn't take the initiative unless Lin Jiaxin confessed.

Yang Fan naturally saw the confusion on Lin Jiaxin's face. How could he let her continue thinking at this moment? Without hesitation, Yang Fan reached out with both hands and pinched Lin Jiaxin's two nipples that were sticking out of her white lace bra, giving them a gentle twist.

"Ah!"

Lin Jiaxin cried out in surprise, quickly covering them with her hands, but this didn't stop Yang Fan's actions, because her hands covered Yang Fan's fingers instead of swatting them away.

Unbeknownst to her, Lin Jiaxin was also aroused by the friction, and certain sensitive areas of her body quickly reacted. If she were alone, she could have many ways to alleviate this reaction. For example, drinking ice water, taking a shower, or touching certain central areas to reach climax in the shortest time and then completely forget the feeling...

When Yang Fan noticed that Lin Jiaxin had reacted, he quickly shifted his target, releasing his grip on Lin Jiaxin's breasts and sliding down to her arms, then pushing and pressing them towards his face, bringing Lin Jiaxin's private parts to his eyes.

Because of the suddenness, because of tension, because of fear, or some other emotion, when Lin Jiaxin found her most private side exposed to Yang Fan, she not only failed to obey her subconscious command to stop her body's secretions, but instead, the activity became more frequent.

"Hmm, a little fishy, a little fragrant, a bit like the smell of seaweed..."

Yang Fan sniffed and made a judgment, almost making Lin Jiaxin so ashamed that she wanted to disappear into the ground.

"No, there... it's dirty..."

Lin Jiaxin hugged Yang Fan's head with her hands, her little face as red as the morning sun. Yang Fan chuckled softly, remaining silent, but instead blew warm breath towards Lin Jiaxin…

The softest part of Lin Jiaxin's body touched her equally soft tongue, and within a very short time, a tremendous change occurred. Some areas of Lin Jiaxin's softness hardened, while others became even softer, and some resembled incredibly juicy peaches; just a slight touch filled Yang Fan's mouth with a fragrant juice that flowed all over his face and mouth.

Passive enjoyment alone was clearly not enough. Since she had the courage to take the first step, she naturally wouldn't be satisfied with just a little. More and more sensations, like mountains, like tides, like prison, like the sea. Wave after wave, the pleasure so intense that Lin Jiaxin wrapped her arms around Yang Fan's head, vigorously thrusting her hips, as if riding a swift, lightning-fast horse.

Yang Fan was quite satisfied with the results of his exploration of Lin Jiaxin's body. The exterior was merely a common, pinkish-white, but the interior was a labyrinthine, hidden world, so intricately intertwined that it almost snapped Yang Fan's tongue inside. Fortunately, Yang Fan reacted quickly; seeing things weren't going well, he withdrew early, only lingering on the outside, occasionally making lightning-fast incursions before retreating swiftly, giving Lin Jiaxin no chance to close the door and beat her.

He'd played enough, the play was over, and now it was time to begin the most crucial step! Without hesitation, Yang Fan hugged Lin Jiaxin, rolled over, and in one swift motion, positioned her roughly beneath him.

"Jiaxin, come on, taste yourself!"

Yang Fan teased, half-playfully, as he extended his tongue towards Lin Jiaxin.

Lin Jiaxin blushed, instinctively turning her head away, protesting, "Brother Yun, no more..."

Yang Fan ignored her protests, covering her mouth with his tongue and forcefully inserting it. Before long, Lin Jiaxin's mouth was occupied, and she naturally couldn't muster any further resistance, resigning herself to her fate.

To her surprise, Lin Jiaxin didn't experience the unbearable taste she had expected. Instead, it was only slightly sweet and slightly fishy. Upon closer inspection, the taste wasn't bad at all; she couldn't tell if it was the taste of her own semen or Yang Fan's saliva.

Yang Fan didn't give Lin Jiaxin much time to savor the experience before he began to wreak havoc in her mouth, his large tongue repeatedly entwining with hers, plundering more from her intimate space.

If mere stimulation of sensitive areas only brings a woman to a physiological arousal, arousing passion, then a passionate French kiss can quickly bring a woman to the brink of desire, creating the illusion that she absolutely must have it.

Yang Fan understood this principle well. With a few moves, he successfully aroused Lin Jiaxin's desire to unite with him. Then, without hesitation, he parted Lin Jiaxin's lower body and gently thrust inside.

The process of conquering her was more difficult than Yang Fan had anticipated. That entrance, which seemed capable of closing on its own at any moment, was like a demon's lair from which he could never reach the bottom. With every step Yang Fan took, he was violently squeezed by a tremendous force surrounding him from all directions. A moment's carelessness and he would be forced out of Lin Jiaxin's body.

It took Yang Fan a full three minutes, and he still hadn't reached the threshold symbolizing chastity, remaining only a few inches away from the outermost layer. Lin Jiaxin, brimming with lust, was incredibly passionate. Her two long, beautiful legs were tightly wrapped around Yang Fan's waist, contracting and pressing forcefully, as if trying to force him into her body.

Taking a deep breath, knowing that conventional methods wouldn't work, Yang Fan secretly channeled his inner energy, directing it to the very tip of his vital point. When he forcefully thrust into Lin Jiaxin, it was like a powerful sword cutting through a path, unstoppable.

To Yang Fan's surprise, despite his force, Lin Jiaxin only let out a slight groan when her chastity was broken; otherwise, she showed no discomfort whatsoever. On the contrary, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it, eagerly responding to Yang Fan's movements, as if she wanted nothing more than to merge herself into his body!

Yang Fan had never imagined that he would be so cautious and so focused during intimate moments. He was genuinely worried that if he wasn't careful, Lin Jiaxin's seemingly inexplicable strength would force him out of his body. However, Yang Fan's caution gradually eased as Lin Jiaxin reached her peak.

It wasn't that the omnipresent pressure from Lin Jiaxin's body lessened; on the contrary, it intensified with her excitement. However, as time passed, Yang Fan gradually adapted to this situation and could perform normal movements without using his internal energy.

When Yang Fan could fully immerse himself in the pleasure, he realized how extraordinary Lin Jiaxin truly was. Her ever-present, contracting force, like a rugged, winding mountain range, was something Yang Fan found irresistible, something he couldn't resist. Each entry felt like a rollercoaster ride for his soul, lingering in a state of blissful ecstasy!

Chapter 534 [What Do You Want to Do?]

An endless close-quarters battle unfolded between Yang Fan and Lin Jiaxin, two heavyweight experts. They fought hand-to-hand, employing a variety of techniques, alternating between gaining the upper hand and constantly emitting heavy, beast-like panting.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Fan and Lin Jiaxin simultaneously let out a roar like tigers howling through the mountains. Their bodies stiffened at the same time. Under the influence of the force, Lin Jiaxin displayed even more eccentricities, not only fiercely scratching Yang Fan's back but also biting two neat rows of teeth marks on his shoulder.

After Yang Fan had delivered those bullets, seemingly capable of piercing the soul, into Lin Jiaxin's body, he refused to roll over, instead lying on top of her, pressing down on her, gazing at her, panting, and gently caressing her delicate body. Lin Jiaxin was utterly powerless at this moment, unable to muster any other thoughts. She let Yang Fan do as he pleased, her eyes half-closed, completely still…

“Yang Fan, dinner’s ready!”

Yang Fan, still fast asleep, was interrupted by a voice. He slowly opened his eyes, got up, casually threw on a towel, and left the bedroom for the living room. Upon entering, he immediately noticed a figure…

Because he had just woken up, Yang Fan’s vision was still blurry. He instinctively rubbed his eyes before exclaiming in surprise, for standing before him was Lin Jiaxin, dressed in a completely different way!

Although he already knew Lin Jiaxin was a beauty, her beauty couldn’t be fully appreciated at first glance.

The human face is so mysterious. Some people look beautiful at first glance, but they don’t stand up to close scrutiny. A closer look might reveal: “Oh, why are this woman’s eyebrows so sparse?” Or suddenly: “Hmm, her nose is a little crooked!” The most disgusting thing is suddenly discovering: this so-called beauty actually has an Adam’s apple!

Others may not seem particularly striking at first glance, but upon closer inspection, their beauty gradually becomes apparent. Perhaps their eyes are captivating, their nose exquisitely delicate, or their lips alluringly seductive—not because beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but simply due to the inherent charm of their appearance.

Women like Lin Jiaxin, possessing the best of both worlds without a single flaw, are extremely rare. Even in terms of facial features alone, those with a serene temperament like Shen Ruoxi, a graceful figure like Lin Wan'er, or a captivating allure like Dongfang Lan… cannot compare.

And look at Lin Jiaxin's figure: dressed in an adorable maid outfit, yet unable to conceal her exceptionally curvaceous figure. The contrast of black and white, the super cute headdress, the alluring fishnet stockings… oh…

some things are simply too much to look at, too much to think about, too much to do! No wonder the sages long ago said: "Ignore what is improper, listen to what is improper!" He clearly had profound insights into this!

Unconsciously feeling a little dampness at the corner of his mouth, Yang Fan wiped away the overflowing saliva. The annoyance he felt from being disturbed earlier completely vanished with Lin Jiaxin's sudden appearance!

Lin Jiaxin seemed to wake from a dream. Carrying a silver tray, she tried her best to appear happy as she walked up to Yang Fan and bent down to place the coffee cup and matching tea set on the coffee table.

Knowing that the man before her had shared things beyond friendship with her, Lin Jiaxin still couldn't control her eyes, secretly observing everything about him. His hair was obviously a little messy, but it had a fresh shampoo scent that sent shivers down her spine.

From her angle, she could also see Yang Fan's dark eyebrows and his straight, full nose. Unfortunately, also due to the angle, she couldn't see his eyes, the eyes that allowed her to communicate with him on a deeper level. However, this small regret was nothing to Lin Jiaxin.

Her eyes could continue to wander downwards, landing on his bulging, taut muscles, and on his buttocks, which were wrapped in a towel but bulged out.

Strong and dangerous men, at any time, have an irresistible attraction to the opposite sex. Especially for a mature woman like Lin Jiaxin, she was particularly vulnerable to strong and dangerous men, especially after just having experienced a series of intense encounters; her body's sensitivity was many times higher than that of the average woman.

"Clatter!"

Perhaps because she was too focused on observing Yang Fan, Lin Jiaxin's action of pouring coffee from the pot stopped abruptly, and she accidentally bumped into the coffee cup. Even more absurdly, perhaps driven by some dark impulse, she reached out to steady the cup, but instead of stopping it, she carelessly knocked it over, spilling the scalding coffee all over her towel!

Yang Fan reacted quickly, swiftly untying the towel and shaking it twice… however, he only held it in front of himself, letting the coffee drip onto the carpet.

"You really want to try this, don't you?"

Yang Fan stared at Lin Jiaxin, his eyes full of mockery. In his vision, clicking on the yellow dot representing Lin Jiaxin revealed a description box where the value representing * was climbing at an incredible speed.

But the words that came out of her mouth were so unbelievable: "No! No! I..."

Her denial was so decisive, without even blinking. In fact, her eyes didn't even linger on Yang Fan's erect penis; they were fixed directly on his eyes.

Yang Fan couldn't help but secretly admire her: No wonder some say women are born actresses. If this woman were in her current state, she could easily captivate everyone, even in the most demanding art films!

"Hypocritical!"

After commenting on Lin Jiaxin, Yang Fan said noncommittally, "Set out the food and feed me."

Even Yang Fan himself didn't realize how easily these words had come out of his mouth. It was

a very calm sentence, and Yang Fan didn't use any coercion. Strangely, Lin Jiaxin didn't utter a single word of objection, but obediently did as she was told. In fact, from beginning to end, she didn't even glance at Yang Fan's body once more.

If we compare her behavior after entering the room, everyone who witnessed it would be astonished: how could a person be so inconsistent?

Only Yang Fan knew how much this woman was actually enduring. He could even tell from the difficulty of her legs clamping together as she moved that a certain part of her body was already wet.

And when he inadvertently ran his tongue over her fingers while feeding her, it made her already incredibly sensitive body tremble slightly.

A woman who is usually well-behaved, once she goes wild, the level of lust she unleashes can make the earth tremble. And what Yang Fan was doing now was constantly teasing a volcano that might erupt at any moment. He knew the serious consequences, and the woman knew them too. But neither of them stopped it from happening...

"Yang...Master...Fan," Lin Jiaxin held a small porcelain bowl, squatted between Yang Fan's legs, tilted her small face up, and tried her best to get the spoon closer to Yang Fan. At the same time, she had to be careful not to let her black stockings touch that thing that was driving her crazy.

Maid outfits and black stockings were originally a major selling point that many star-rated hotels were proud of. But at this moment, they became the source of her near-madness. She felt that she had really gone insane. She almost called "Yang Fan" as "Master" just now. Even more outrageous, she had just wanted to kneel down and use her thighs to cover something.

"Maid outfits really do look better when kneeling!"

Seeing Lin Jiaxin's current state, Yang Fan couldn't help but mutter to himself. It is undeniable that the little girl in the maid outfit has a very lethal gaze! If her lethality was 300 before she wore the maid outfit, it jumped to 1000 after she put it on!

He slightly opened his mouth, waiting for Lin Jiaxin to put the soup into his mouth, but at this moment, she accidentally spilled the soup on Yang Fan again.

This time, Yang Fan didn't dodge. He merely glanced at her and said, "Lick it clean!"

Without hesitation, she readily agreed, "Yes, Master!"

She casually placed the spoon and porcelain bowl aside. Choosing a comfortable position, Lin Jiaxin slightly parted her legs, kneeling before Yang Fan, her hands gripping the sofa, stretching her upper body as far as she could. Only in this way could she barely reach the patch of Yang Fan's skin damp with soup. Little did she know, this position was far too alluring, easily leading to impulsive actions.

Her soft, delicate hands were less than a finger's width from his genitals; any slight movement by either of them would cross that line, causing unpredictable consequences. Her trembling nipples seemed ready to clamp down on him at any moment, and a careless move would bring an intoxicating, seductive pleasure. Her delicate, smooth, clove-like tongue, in the context of complete strangers, electrified both of them upon first contact!

Never having played such a thrilling game before, Lin Jiaxin almost froze on the spot. Her tongue lolled out, still in a licking position, her entire body exuded an ambiguous and decadent aura.

This was a dangerous and exciting game; neither the man nor the woman involved knew what the consequences would be if they continued. But no one suggested stopping, so the game could only continue along its inertia.

Yang Fan reached out and gently pressed his hand against her back. Through the thin layers of clothing, he could almost feel the silky smoothness of her skin. Almost instinctively, he pressed harder, preparing to push her head down beneath him, but at this crucial moment, he heard a strange noise from the window.

Ignoring it, Yang Fan simply glanced at the window, not paying it any mind. Then, things took a turn for the worse.

"Click..."

Suddenly, the door was opened from the outside, and a beautiful woman dressed in a tight-fitting outfit stormed in with an imposing air.

"Yang Fan..."

Yang Fan's hand froze in mid-air, unable to press down any further. He had never anticipated that Dongfang Lan would arrive at this time!

"Damn it, what a miscalculation!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but sigh, forcing a welcoming expression and forcing a dry laugh, "Sister Lan, it's you! Why didn't you say hello?"

"Lanlan..."

As for Lin Jiaxin, the moment Dongfang Lan appeared, she had already fled back to her room in embarrassment. With her shy face, it would be strange if she could stay after being caught by her best friend in this situation. Moreover, it seemed she was also suspected of cheating...

"Hmph, you lecher! You just arrived, haven't even had time to eat, and you're already doing that... Even if it's with Xin Xin, you can't neglect your responsibilities!"

Seeing Lin Jiaxin leave, Dongfang Lan didn't stop her. She knew that in the current situation, Lin Jiaxin staying would only increase the awkwardness.

However, as soon as Lin Jiaxin left, she immediately began to attack Yang Fan. She produced a black stick from somewhere and lightly tapped one of Yang Fan's genitals. It seemed she planned to increase the tapping if she heard an unsatisfactory answer.

Yang Fan's gaze fell on the black stick, and he realized it was a stun gun. Instantly, he felt the sweat on his forehead increase dramatically.

"Sister Lan, you should know that Xin Xin seduced me first. I'm innocent!"

After thinking for a long time, Yang Fan could only shift the blame to Lin Jiaxin.

"Just because someone seduces you doesn't mean you have to take the bait! You have no willpower at all!"

Yang Fan had always suspected that Dongfang Lan had been spying on him for a long time. He just hadn't had a chance to ask, and now that he was speaking up, he could change the subject. He couldn't let Dongfang Lan bring the topic back.

"Since you're already here, why didn't you come in earlier to stop me? If you didn't stop me, does that mean you agreed to let me do something?"

"Pah! You pervert! You big lecher! I knew it, you knew I was already here! Are you trying to annoy me?"

"I..."

"I just got off work and came back to see you, and you treat me like this, you're going to make me so angry..."

"I..."

"Waaah..."

Yang Fan tried to explain, but was interrupted by Dongfang Lan's barrage of accusations, so he could only face her with a bitter smile.

"What do you want to do?"

Feeling the stun gun in her hand being grabbed, Dongfang Lan quickly wiped away her tears and glared fiercely at Yang Fan: "I'm not done being angry yet, you have to let me vent my anger first, don't take my stun gun, I'm going to use it to punish you!"

Yang Fan immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "Isn't that a bit much? This thing is so sharp, what if it burns your little bird? Your happiness for life will be ruined by it!"

He was joking, although he was highly skilled, he had never practiced his kung fu to this extent. If it happened like that, he would be in big trouble...

Chapter 535 [Roasting Little Bird]

"What little bird... you pervert! I'm going to roast your little bird, I'm going to roast your little bird!"

Although Dongfang Lan spoke fiercely, her face couldn't help but turn red, and her eyes couldn't help but dart around, not daring to look at the target she was going to roast.

Seeing that things were starting to calm down, Yang Fan acted quickly, pulling Dongfang Lan into his arms and making her sit on his lap, restricting her movements and preventing her from struggling.

"You bad guy! Let go! I just told you I'm not done being angry yet!"

Listening to Dongfang Lan's incessant accusations, Yang Fan felt ashamed, thinking, "No wonder people always say, 'A rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow,' it's not that it doesn't want to, but it's not safe!"

"You know me, I'm very aroused here, I really need it!"

"Hmph! You're just trying something new! You're just trying to fool around with Xin Xin at home, hiding from me!"

"...Tired, I want to sleep..."

"Why would you want to sleep? Look here, you're full of energy!"

Yang Fan was speechless again, knowing that reasoning with a woman was pointless, so he stopped talking, flipped over, and pinned Dongfang Lan down on the sofa.

Dongfang Lan couldn't help but scream, "You bad guy, how am I supposed to punish you when you're pinning me down? No way..."

Yang Fan's so-called punishment was to kiss Dongfang Lan's cherry-like lips and suck her juices forcefully. That was bad enough, but what was most infuriating was that he was mumbling, "Hurry up and punish me, I'm waiting for you!"

Although Dongfang Lan had been intimate with Yang Fan a long time ago, being pinned down by him now, she still felt a longing for his warm embrace. But at this crucial moment, the person on top of her was saying such infuriating words.

Dongfang Lan was furious and struggled, trying to turn the tables and pin Yang Fan down, to see if he would still be so arrogant. A woman's strength is no match for a man's. Even without Yang Fan's deliberate exertion, just his physical reflexes were enough to pin Dongfang Lan down, making it impossible for her to lift her head.

"I'll bite you to death, you bad guy, for bullying me!"

Dongfang Lan, in a fit of bitterness, bit Yang Fan's lips hard. Just as her teeth were closing, she softened a little, lifting him up heavily but bringing him down gently. Only two white marks remained on his lips; the skin wasn't even broken, so it didn't hurt much.

"You're always bullying me!"

Dongfang Lan murmured, stopping her struggles and quietly gazing at Yang Fan with her bright eyes.

Feeling the beauty beneath him stop moving, Yang Fan gently rubbed his nose against her pink face. "Why aren't you moving? Weren't you going to punish me?"

Dongfang Lan cupped Yang Fan's face, saying, "At first I wanted to teach you a lesson! But… but after biting you just now, I realized I couldn't bring myself to do it. Rather than hurting you, I'd rather just let it go! Humph… you got off easy!"

"Let me tell you, I'm not worried about you, I just don't want to get hurt!"

Seemingly realizing she had been too blunt, Dongfang Lan added, blushing, "I'm just adding fuel to the fire. "

You won't know how deeply a woman loves you until you truly understand her! Now, Dongfang Lan was becoming more and more like a woman. She had changed without realizing it because of Yang Fan, changes she herself was unaware of. Yang Fan hugged Dongfang Lan tightly, feeling that only in this way could he let her know how guilty he felt.

"Just because they are tolerant doesn't mean you can indulge yourself recklessly..."

Dongfang Lan was almost breathless from Yang Fan's embrace, but she didn't want to complain at all. In fact, she felt this was true happiness, because she clearly sensed his thoughts and how guilty he felt from his actions.

"Actually, he's already done very well. And it's with Xin Xin, haven't I already accepted all of this? Besides, he doesn't only have the two of us women..."

Dongfang Lan melted in Yang Fan's embrace, and couldn't help but defend him again.

"Yang Fan, carry me to the room, okay?"

Dongfang Lan was almost intoxicated by this happiness and beauty until a thought popped into her head, reminding her that Yang Fan was already very tired.

Yang Fan misunderstood her, giving her a suggestive smile before picking her up and saying, "Can't hold back anymore?"

"What? I just..."

Yang Fan didn't care to listen to Dongfang Lan's explanation. Explanations were just cover-ups, and cover-ups were the truth. Once someone gets stuck in a rut, they won't listen to any different opinions.

The two rolled onto the bed, and Yang Fan pressed down on Dongfang Lan again, but she easily dodged him: "You're so tired, doing that will ruin your health! Let's do it after you've had a good sleep, okay?"

This time, Yang Fan listened. He pulled Dongfang Lan closer and said, "Okay, but I want you to sleep on top of me! And I want to put that between your legs."

"Ugh, I won't be able to sleep!"

"Then let's do it and then sleep!"

"Okay! Then... then put it there!"

"A little higher!"

"No... no higher! It'll slip in if you go any higher!"

"Then move it a little."

"Ugh! If you don't sleep, I'm leaving!"

"Okay! Okay! Let's sleep like this then!"

The playful noises finally subsided, but Yang Fan was truly exhausted. He only closed his eyes for a short while before falling into a deep sleep.

At first, Dongfang Lan was worried that he was pretending to be asleep, but when she gently pinched his nose to test him, she realized that he was really asleep. Leaning against Yang Fan's chest, Dongfang Lan couldn't help but fall into deep thought: "What kind of heavy burden does my lover bear..."

After a good sleep, Yang Fan woke up at dusk. Dongfang Lan's beautiful figure was no longer beside him, but there was a glass of freshly warmed milk on the bedside table. Yang Fan stretched, took a sip of milk, grabbed his shorts and put them on his bare body, and carrying the glass, walked into the living room.

Seeing Dongfang Lan sitting on the sofa, Yang Fan chuckled and shamelessly leaned closer, saying, "My dear wife, what did you promise me before bed? Shouldn't we do some... you know... exercise now?"

"What...

you know... exercise!"

"You're killing me! I'm starving!"

"It's okay, didn't the doctor say that people are more aggressive and their coordination is at its best when they're hungry? Let's try it, see if we get more sensations this way!"

"Ugh, I want to eat!"

"Then you can eat this first!"

"No..."

Despite saying no, Dongfang Lan snuggled into Yang Fan's arms like a cat, half-closing her eyes and pretending to sleep against him.

"How can I not want it?"

While asking this, Yang Fan's hand had already slipped inside Dongfang Lan's clothes, gently caressing her smooth, jade-like skin.

Dongfang Lan groaned comfortably. It had been a long time since she'd been touched by those rough, large hands; she almost reached her climax in that brief touch! Once the alluring dizziness subsided slightly, Dongfang Lan said, "This little rascal, you haven't come to see me for so long, have you forgotten all about me?"

Yang Fan smiled, gently squeezing each of her two high, firm breasts, kneading them for a while before saying, "How could I? Even if I forgot someone, I couldn't forget Lan! Look, they miss me!"

As he spoke, Yang Fan's hands unconsciously increased their pressure.

"Mmm..."

Dongfang Lan reached back, hooking her arms around Yang Fan's neck, thrusting her head forward to find and touch his lips. The warm touch of their lips was merely establishing a channel between their hearts. Once their tongues met, their saliva intertwined, the instantaneous chemical reaction was enough to bring a sensitive woman to the peak of pleasure!

"Husband, I'm wet..."

Dongfang Lan gasped as she uttered these words, unaware of the shock she caused Yang Fan, but she soon realized it!

Because, in a fit of impulse, Yang Fan pushed her to the table, quickly lifted her skirt, and pulled down her panties. He himself simply unzipped his pants, not even bothering to take off his underwear, and pulled out his penis from the gap, pressing it hard against her.

This time, there was almost no foreplay; they just hugged and kissed briefly before their passion ignited, and they immediately began a close physical struggle.

Her wetness, her tightness, her smoothness, didn't diminish due to the lack of lubrication; on the contrary, without his hard work, she seemed to have regained some of her virginity.

The increased wetness was due to her arousal. The increased tightness was due to the reduced usage. The excessive smoothness was naturally due to her secretions being several times greater than before!

The slight negative emotions of soreness, swelling, and pain brought Dongfang Lan extraordinary satisfaction. Heaven knows how she had survived these days without Yang Fan; this slight discomfort was something she had wanted but never had the chance to experience. Fortunately, today, she finally had such an opportunity.

Worried about her sisters' laughter, Dongfang Lan dared not open her heart and sing out loud, no matter how pleasurable it was. She could only try her best to endure, to endure the burning heat that seemed to pierce her, without making a sound.

In just a dozen seconds, Dongfang Lan had the illusion of riding a roller coaster, that feeling of her body being suspended in the air, of her whole being about to fly, so distant yet so familiar!

Yes, she had reached her peak! In such a short time, Yang Fan had only just finished warming up, and she had reached the peak of pleasure!

Noticing the contraction at the front of his body, the increasingly tight feeling of restraint made Yang Fan chuckle mischievously as he began a new round of thrusting. He thrust harder and harder with each stroke, and the table, which was being supported by Dongfang Lan's hands, finally couldn't help but creak in protest...

Dongfang Lan had always considered herself very patient, but today, she realized that sometimes, endurance was really not an easy thing. Especially when feeling aroused, shouting out is undoubtedly more relaxing and intensely pleasurable than remaining silent. Yet, due to some reservation, she dared not cry out. That suppressed excitement made her body even more sensitive. The

rhythmic contractions deep within Dongfang Lan's body felt like sweet nectar to Yang Fan; every pore on his body involuntarily opened. His timely, vigorous thrusts, in turn, delayed Dongfang Lan's blissful sensations.

Thus, their lovemaking became an interesting cycle…

her pleasure was sustained by his vigorous thrusts, and her intense contractions brought him immense pleasure. This, in turn, stimulated him to thrust even more fiercely, while she, in turn, experienced a further delay in her pleasure… Unless he ran out of energy, or she begged for mercy, it was a vicious cycle!

Unfortunately, Yang Fan's cultivation was at its peak, and his stamina was unparalleled. She, on the other hand, was like parched land receiving rain, able to withstand the prolonged onslaught of a storm. Thus, in this small room, a protracted physical battle raged on without end…

The two, caught up in their passion, were completely unaware that shortly after they left, Lin Jiaxin, who should have returned to her room, hadn't. Instead, she quietly entered their room, and since the door wasn't properly closed, she and Dongfang Lan had switched roles, with her becoming the voyeur. And what she witnessed was far more stimulating than what Dongfang Lan had seen!

The scene that met Lin Jiaxin's eyes was enough to haunt her for life. She couldn't believe she would have the chance to watch a live AV show!

Upon first seeing this spectacle, she didn't scream in shock or flee in embarrassment. Instead, she stood aside, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, secretly comparing the two to what she usually saw.

"Huh? No way? This lecherous guy's thing is even bigger than before? Impossible! It must be because I wasn't close enough, and their clothes are obscuring it, creating a visual illusion! It must be!"

Yang Fan was careless for a moment. Completely absorbed in the passionate game, his focus was too intense, and he didn't notice Lin Jiaxin's arrival. By the time he realized it, she was already enjoying herself immensely!

Faced with this situation, the most exciting option would be to drag this voyeur into the fray. Unfortunately, today's situation meant that Yang Fan's idea was destined to fail...

Although the two women had served Yang Fan together before, the situation then was clearly very different from this one. Back then, both women were only focused on serving Yang Fan well, because he was about to leave, so their various concerns were insignificant in the face of love.

But this time? He and Lin Jiaxin had already cheated on him, and Dongfang Lan still harbored resentment. This was clearly not the best time for a group battle...

Chapter 536 [Test of Intelligence] While

contemplating pleasure, engaging in sexual activity is undoubtedly a way to delay climax, something most women would naturally desire, as it allows them to experience more joy and reach the peak sooner.

However, for Dongfang Lan, it was not a good thing. She had already been at the peak of pleasure for too long, and despite her best efforts, she was only evenly matched with Yang Fan, locked in a stalemate.

Yang Fan's distraction, while not changing his movements, led to a slight relaxation in his vital areas, the result of which was truly indescribable!

Dongfang Lan, like someone drinking ice water in the dead of winter, knew only the bitterness and sweetness of the situation. Originally, the large, swollen thing was pressing against and grinding against her. No matter how tingling it was, she could still bear it. But the moment it relaxed, with a slight in-and-out movement, it found an opening and thrust deep inside…

“I’m going to die!”

Even the resolute Dongfang Lan couldn’t help but moan intermittently, her small body twisting and turning, trying to escape Yang Fan’s grasp.

Lin Jiaxin, who was watching from the doorway, naturally had no idea what was happening between the two that caused Dongfang Lan to react so strongly. Startled, she dared not continue peeping, secretly closing the door while carefully avoiding being discovered by the two inside…

Having unintentionally startled the voyeur, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. This saved him trouble. He had been pondering how to subtly remind Lin Jiaxin that he had discovered her, while also avoiding Dongfang Lan’s attention.

But Yang Fan’s momentary lapse in concentration, while causing Dongfang Lan, who was beneath him, considerable distress. The place where life was conceived suddenly had a club added to it. The feeling was probably not much better than a difficult childbirth, except that it was from the outside in, not the inside out. The tearing pain was gone, replaced by a throbbing pain that went straight to the bone.

In a matter of minutes, Dongfang Lan experienced the extreme thrill of going from heaven to hell and back again. The feeling was like riding a roller coaster that circled in space; the difference between the ascent and descent was so great that it could cause a heart attack for someone with poor mental fortitude.

Yang Fan felt that the front of his body was too tight, and it felt like a small, delicate mouth was sucking at him, tighter and tighter. Tasting the strange sensation, he subconsciously withdrew a little.

In that brief moment of withdrawal, Dongfang Lan could finally catch her breath, thinking she had returned from hell to heaven. Unexpectedly, the next moment, that dead body came again. Dongfang Lan felt a terrifying fear, as if her stomach was about to be pierced, and that thing was about to emerge from her lower abdomen.

The stimulating sensation of penetrating deeper inside was truly extraordinary. The suction from within Dongfang Lan's body was unimaginably strong; even a slight approach felt like all her energy was being drained away. This bone-sucking stimulation, even knowing it was poison, was so alluring that she couldn't resist wanting more and more. Whenever Dongfang

Lan felt she was about to reach her limit, the scoundrel behind her seemed to sense it, withdrawing slightly and performing some routine movements on the periphery to stimulate her bodily fluids.

Just when she felt slightly better, even sensing her approaching climax, that damned guy would begin a new round of probing, plunging her back from heaven to hell.

Without experiencing this kind of soul-crushing torment between ten thousand meters in the air and a bottomless abyss, it would be difficult to imagine the kind of pleasure Dongfang Lan was experiencing.

Pleasure? Absolutely! At first, Dongfang Lan didn't believe it. She couldn't believe that she could experience pleasure under such hellish pain. But the fact was so unbelievable, yet she couldn't help but believe it.

If the degree of physical union between the two during their usual intimate moments could be considered normal exercise, then what Yang Fan was using was merely a conventional weapon. But at this moment, their physical union could no longer be appreciated from a normal perspective, because this act of penetrating to the deepest parts of the body had become an extreme sport, and what Yang Fan was using was naturally a terrifying existence like a nuclear weapon.

Using a nuclear weapon to describe it was quite similar. Because in the intervals between the pain, Dongfang Lan felt an explosive pleasure coming from the violently rubbed opening of the bottle. This unparalleled heat and pleasure radiated out in a chain reaction, naturally creating the illusion of popping candy exploding deep inside the body, rising and falling, yet never ending.

Going deeper, even the pain would become a spasm-like pleasure due to the localized numbness of the senses. Moreover, for Dongfang Lan, pain was only a small part; the majority was a feeling of fullness and pressure. Thus, with the accumulation of various pleasures, Dongfang Lan experienced a new round of happiness!

In this final moment, it felt as if several vacuum cleaners had been added to her body, multiplying their suction power, seemingly determined to drain Yang Fan dry. This strange pleasure, which could only be felt and not described, left Yang Fan knowing it was odd, yet unable to stop!

After failing to withdraw, Yang Fan simply pressed on, striving forward, forward, only forward! One step back, ten steps forward, pushing forward in a wave-like motion like an electric motor in the narrow space. What would the result be? The result was… screams from the man and woman that almost echoed throughout the villa, exploding like firecrackers in the room!

At this moment, Lin Jiaxin hadn't gone far. In fact, she was reluctant to go far. Although she was no longer too embarrassed to peek openly, secretly eavesdropping had its own unique charm!

But then, their earth-shattering screams suddenly rang out, causing her, who had been standing, to collapse against the wall. She gasped for breath, her mind filled with nothing but those two soul-stirring screams!

"I can't take it anymore, something bad is bound to happen if I stay any longer!"

Shaking her head forcefully, Lin Jiaxin knew perfectly well what would happen if she stayed any longer. Her usually prideful self-control was utterly useless today. Several times she wanted to rush into the room and join them in their pleasure, but she forcibly suppressed herself.

Sitting on the floor, after regaining some strength, she hurriedly fled the room. Since she couldn't join their group, it seemed she could only temporarily avoid them and give them enough space! With this in mind, Lin Jiaxin quietly left the room…

Inside the room, the two finally ended a passionate and intense battle. This was thanks to Yang Fan's previous repeated battles; otherwise, how could Dongfang Lan alone have fully satisfied him? Even so, he still felt somewhat unsatisfied.

After exploring matters between men and women in the room for a while, the two finally came out. It wasn't that they were bored, but rather that it was already dinnertime, and they both knew Lin Jiaxin was home; they couldn't possibly stay hidden in the room, could they?

But unexpectedly, when they arrived at the living room, they found it completely empty. Lin Jiaxin was nowhere to be seen. However, the dining table was laden with a sumptuous meal, clearly prepared by Lin Jiaxin for the two of them. She had deliberately chosen to avoid the room, obviously wanting to create space for Yang Fan.

Rarely having time alone with Yang Fan, Dongfang Lan felt more nervous than ever before. Just moments before, nestled in his arms, she had been playfully teasing him, using all her charm to relieve her tension, distress, frustration, and the chilling fear that followed. Now, stepping out of her lover's embrace and suddenly finding herself alone with Yang Fan, all her previous ease vanished instantly, leaving only tension… and more tension!

Yang Fan glanced at the empty hall, stepped forward, and smiled at Dongfang Lan, saying, "It seems Xin Xin intends to give us some time alone; we'll have dinner alone!"

At this moment, Dongfang Lan was as tense as a taut bowstring. When Yang Fan took a step closer, she immediately took a step back without thinking: "You... what do you want?"

Dongfang Lan's expression was so amusing that Yang Fan wanted to laugh even more. He shrugged and pointed to the table full of food, saying, "Nothing. I just wanted to have dinner with you. Why are you so scared? Anyway, Xin Xin won't bother us!"

Yang Fan's words only made Dongfang Lan more nervous! There were two women in the room, and Yang Fan obviously couldn't have dinner alone with either of them. They wouldn't be foolish enough to fight over a meal and put themselves in a passive position, potentially being ostracized by the other women. That would be a loss.

Therefore, although they would intentionally or unintentionally create some situations, they wouldn't take the initiative. They would all tacitly accept appropriate tactics because they were all women, all women who loved the same man. Therefore, they could understand each other's behavior, but of course, there were certain boundaries.

It was for this reason that, although Dongfang Lan had already guessed that Lin Jiaxin had voluntarily given up the situation, she was still somewhat uneasy. Her avoidance must have stemmed from hearing their commotion and feeling embarrassed.

Doing that kind of thing in broad daylight at home was already somewhat inappropriate, a shameful act, especially after being caught red-handed by her best friends. Yet, instead of exposing them, they chose to create space for them and even prepared a sumptuous dinner. All of this made Dongfang Lan feel ashamed, and this shame made her nervous.

Yang Fan clearly sensed Dongfang Lan's nervousness. While he was very pleased with the two women's magnanimity, he didn't want Dongfang Lan to feel guilty or remorseful because of this incident. His love for them was exactly the same, without any difference in importance.

Therefore, seeing her so nervous, he suddenly teased her. Actually, for a man to navigate among numerous beautiful women while carefully maintaining a balance and preventing them from having any ill intentions is a real test of intelligence!

Sure enough, Yang Fan's scheme worked. Provoked by Yang Fan's words, Dongfang Lan, whose mind was already in a daze, immediately fell for his trick. Without thinking, she retorted, "Who's afraid? How could I be afraid of you hitting my butt... there!" Just as she was

about to utter the word "butt," she realized her words were somewhat vulgar. Dongfang Lan quickly corrected herself, adding, to bolster her confidence and cover her embarrassment, "Who hits whom is still uncertain!" She

wasn't afraid of his confidence, just his lack of willingness to take the challenge! Yang Fan's eyes were full of laughter. He stopped approaching Dongfang Lan, turned around, strode to the dining table, sat down in the head seat, and then turned to look at her: "Are you coming or not?"

What for? Almost instinctively, Dongfang Lan wanted to ask the question, but the words caught in her throat. She simply looked at Yang Fan with her watery eyes, timidly refusing to speak.

After hesitating for a while, and seeing the wicked fellow, exuding an aura of evil, still not utter a word, but instead pick up a pair of chopsticks and devour his food as if no one else was around, Dongfang Lan finally couldn't resist and whispered a warning to Yang Fan, "You're not allowed to do anything bad to me!"

"Not allowed?"

Yang Fan's chopsticks, holding peanuts, unconsciously loosened slightly, letting the slippery red kernels fall back into the plate. He simply placed the chopsticks on the plate, smiling at Dongfang Lan, "Since you forbid it, then I won't do anything bad to you. I'll only… do good to you!"

Secretly, Yang Fan scoffed. He'd done all sorts of bad things before, and she hadn't changed at all. How did she suddenly go from a slut to an innocent girl?

Hearing Yang Fan say "I won't do anything bad," Dongfang Lan's tense nerves immediately relaxed, so much so that she completely missed Yang Fan's rather intriguing remark, "I will do something good."

Relaxed, Dongfang Lan gracefully moved to sit next to Yang Fan, a seat away. Before she even touched her chopsticks, Yang Fan frowned and gave her a sidelong glance, saying, "Why are you sitting so far away?"

"Is it that far?"

Dongfang Lan looked around, not at the distance between her and Yang Fan, but rather searching the room, as if looking for something.

Before she could think it over, Yang Fan picked up a peanut and popped it into his mouth with a "crunch," crushing it as he casually and authoritatively commanded, "What are you looking at? There's no one in the room, come sit over here!"

Realizing that something special would definitely happen if she sat down, Dongfang Lan's heart tightened again. Her blood rushed, and her cheeks quickly turned pink. If no one was around, it would be fine, but now, she strongly suspected that Lin Jiaxin was watching from the side. Under such circumstances, how could she put aside her pride and be so intimate with Yang Fan?

Chapter 537

[Drinking Milk] "You promised her... you can't do anything bad to her..."

Helpless, she could only mention that non-existent promise.

"Don't try to negotiate with me!"

Yang Fan put down his chopsticks, staring intently at Dongfang Lan, his tone full of undeniable domineering authority.

Dongfang Lan pouted, but ultimately said nothing. She took two steps forward, pulled out the chair next to Yang Fan, and was about to sit down when Yang Fan snatched the chair away and threw it aside.

"I told you to sit here!"

Yang Fan patted his thigh, his smile utterly despicable.

Dongfang Lan bit her pink lower lip, her alluring area turning pale under the pressure, a testament to her nervousness.

She couldn't understand why, despite having been intimate with that scoundrel so many times, even just recently, she felt so tense being alone with him. Love is such a strange thing; just when you think you've grown accustomed to tenderness, it suddenly delivers a burst of passionate stimulation.

"What, are you being disobedient? If you're not obedient..."

Before Yang Fan could finish his wicked smile, Dongfang Lan cried out, "Be obedient! Okay, okay, I'll be obedient!"

Her cheeks flushed, she slowly moved to Yang Fan's side, pressing against his chest, and gently sat on his lap. The instant their skin touched, a wave of heat, almost causing spasms, surged through her body, nearly causing her to collapse into Yang Fan's arms.

"You're quite obedient!"

Yang Fan was quite satisfied with Dongfang Lan's actions.

"Get me some food!"

Yang Fan was clearly addicted to playing the villain. He lightly patted the pink bottom of the beauty in his arms, ignoring her trembling as if she had been electrocuted, and disregarding her hesitant words and the glare she gave him, before issuing another demanding order.

"Husband..."

A coquettish voice, enough to make one's bones go weak and one's body sag, the tenderness and affection between them, were truly indescribable without experiencing it firsthand. Dongfang Lan clung to Yang Fan's arm, using her high, firm breasts as weapons, rubbing against him repeatedly, trying to make him change his mind.

Seeing that playing the heroine was ineffective, Dongfang Lan immediately changed tactics, resorting to a gentle and seductive offensive. Her allure was no less than that of the alluring and skillful Shen Ruoxi.

"Get me some food!"

Yang Fan remained calm and composed, maintaining a nonchalant expression as if he had been struck by lightning, still insisting on his previous request.

Dongfang Lan was only worried that Yang Fan would take advantage of her, and originally didn't intend to argue with him over such a small matter. Seeing that she hadn't succeeded, she simply stopped talking, gently picked up a dark green chili pepper with her chopsticks, and handed it to Yang Fan.

"Use your mouth!"

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Yang Fan casually uttered a two-word phrase again, as if it perfectly matched his current human lightning rod expression.

Dongfang Lan didn't know that Yang Fan was only focused on maintaining his expression and imposing manner and hadn't even looked at what she had picked up. The girl had now shot herself in the foot, staring at the obviously spicy green chili pepper on her chopsticks with a worried expression, not knowing what to do.

"Hmm?"

Yang Fan drew out the sound, not looking at Dongfang Lan, and easily expressed his dissatisfaction with just one word.

Dongfang Lan trembled slightly, steeled her heart, closed her eyes, put the green pepper in her mouth, didn't dare to chew, and quickly found Yang Fan's lips, pressing them against his.

"Mmm... Awesome! Absolutely amazing!"

The moment Dongfang Lan kissed him as he passed food, every pore on Yang Fan's body opened up, feeling an indescribable sense of refreshment. He almost felt like he was riding on a cloud, his head steaming, and ascending to heaven!

However, he was so caught up in the pleasure that he didn't even notice what food Dongfang Lan was passing him. He chewed it a couple of times before the rapidly spreading numbness in his mouth brought him back to reality.

"Hiss..."

Yang Fan inwardly gasped, glancing at his chest. He saw the charming little girl suppressing a laugh, frantically shrugging her shoulders, her face almost turning purple from the suppressed laughter!

"You little rascal, see how I deal with you!"

Yang Fan's eyes swept across the table, and an idea immediately came to him. He tilted his chin towards the center and said, "Get me a piece of sushi!"

Sushi, needless to say, must have been prepared by Lin Jiaxin. This girl not only loves it but is also skilled at making it. However, the rice needs to be stir-fried with vinegar before it can be used, which takes quite a bit of time. She's gone to such lengths for me; it would be a shame not to try it. Yang Fan's mind raced, and he instructed Dongfang Lan.

Dongfang Lan responded, picked up a piece of sushi, and was about to put it in her mouth when she heard Yang Fan say, "Dip it in wasabi. This stuff is completely tasteless without wasabi!"

Dongfang Lan was immediately dumbfounded. A moment ago, she could have used the green pepper to distract Yang Fan by sucking on it, but wasabi is a superb concoction that melts in your mouth and pungent in three seconds! "And then you're going to put it in your mouth, it's not like you want to..."

Thinking of the unpleasant taste of wasabi, Dongfang Lan swallowed smoothly while looking pitifully at Yang Fan: "Honey... eating wasabi gives me little red bumps, could I feed you sushi first, and then use chopsticks to dip a little bit of wasabi into it?" " A

beauty rolls up the beaded curtain, sitting deep within, her brows furrowed. Only tear stains are seen, but who knows whom she hates in her heart?"

For some reason, facing Dongfang Lan's pitiful expression, Yang Fan thought of this poem.

The melancholy of a beautiful woman in her secluded chamber could soften even the hardest heart, let alone the one who loves her. "You don't want to eat wasabi, right?"

Yang Fan barely suppressed a laugh, glancing at Dongfang Lan indifferently.

Dongfang Lan sensed a glimmer of hope to escape punishment, nodding her head frantically and blinking her eyelashes incessantly, as if doing so would make her more charming, thus increasing her hope.

Yang Fan's smile deepened. He raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "I see..."

As he spoke, he glanced casually at the bottle of Erguotou on the table.

Following Yang Fan's gaze, Dongfang Lan, who had just shown a slight smile, immediately wore a bitter expression.

"Honey... can we just drink red wine?"

Understanding that Yang Fan meant for her to drink the wine mouth-to-mouth, Dongfang Lan looked at him timidly, wanting to negotiate.

"Sister Lan, don't you not like red wine?" Yang Fan

teased, cutting off Dongfang Lan's words, his smile almost overflowing.

"But... I don't want to drink baijiu today, I want to try the taste of red wine!"

Dongfang Lan muttered softly, then picked up the glass and bottle. "Or... or how about I mix some red wine? That way, we can drink both!"

Hearing Dongfang Lan's suggestion... A thought flashed through Yang Fan's mind: "Mixed drinks?"

He gave Dongfang Lan a meaningful smile and asked with a grin, "Are you sure?" He was

joking; red wine is known for its long-lasting aftertaste, and mixing it with baijiu (Chinese white liquor) would not only make her flush easily but also get drunk quickly.

Before Yang Fan could finish speaking, Dongfang Lan nodded firmly and resolutely, saying, "That's right!"

"Alright, let's begin..."

Yang Fan's tone became increasingly suggestive. Dongfang Lan's face, even before drinking, was already flushed.

The white baijiu, poured into the glass, looked no different from mineral water, but the unique aroma of sorghum liquor was intoxicating even before tasting. Then, Dongfang Lan opened a bottle of red wine, poured out the rose-colored liquid, and slowly poured it into the glass.

After pouring the wine, Dongfang Lan gently swirled the glass, letting the white and red wine mix thoroughly. Just as she was about to take a sip, Yang Fan stopped her: "Add some MSG, it'll taste even better!"

"MSG? Won't that make it super savory?"

Dongfang Lan was naturally puzzled, not knowing the secret. With her understanding of wine, she had no idea what MSG would do with cocktails!

Yang Fan smiled mysteriously and said, "You'll see after you pour it in!"

Dongfang Lan blinked and asked twice more, but Yang Fan kept shaking his head. Finally, she had no choice but to go into the kitchen and retrieve a packet of MSG that had just been opened.

"How much?"

"I'll add it!"

Yang Fan took the MSG from Dongfang Lan, poured in about thirty grams, then handed the glass to her, grinning wickedly, "Here, taste it!"

Dongfang Lan instinctively sensed something was amiss, but she couldn't pinpoint what it was. So, she stopped thinking about it, picked up her glass, took a sip, and then brought it to Yang Fan's lips.

The slightly cool, mixed liquor made Dongfang Lan's skin crawl the moment it entered her mouth. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt as if the liquid in her mouth had come alive, quickly conquering all her taste buds. The smooth, rounded flavor of the red wine, combined with the spiciness and sweetness of the white wine, were simultaneously perceived by her taste buds.

Perhaps it was the neutralizing effect of the MSG, but for the first time, Dongfang Lan realized that this white wine was unlike any she had ever tasted before. The feeling was indescribable, yet very unique. Without realizing it, she didn't actually put this first sip of wine into Yang Fan's mouth; instead, she swallowed it unintentionally.

Looking at Yang Fan with some embarrassment, Dongfang Lan said, "Honey, I'm sorry, I accidentally swallowed it!"

Yang Fan chuckled and gently shook his head, saying, "Swallowing a little is fine, just be careful not to drink too much! This wine might be too strong for you!"

Dongfang Lan had just tasted the unfamiliar flavor and thought the wine was delicious, so she didn't believe Yang Fan's words. She took another sip, swallowed a small portion first, and then fed the remaining half to Yang Fan.

Lips touched lips, tongues met tongues, like dry wood meeting a blazing fire, or fire rubbing against dry wood. Wine mingled with saliva, their tongues, brimming with spring's warmth, crawled forward.

At this moment, Yang Fan was filled with joy, his entire body radiating indescribable pleasure. The wine was fine, but even the finest wine loses much of its flavor without a beautiful woman by his side. Now, not only was he accompanied by a beauty, but he also had her lips and tongue as a cup, the fine wine as a dish—this sip would surely make even the most discerning lovers jealous, and the gods in heaven envious.

The more exquisite the taste, the less it should be savored in one gulp. Yang Fan took a small sip, withdrew his tongue, and gently pushed Dongfang Lan away. Unexpectedly, after a couple more drinks and a few more moments of passionate entanglement with Yang Fan, she could no longer control her desires, clinging tightly to him, refusing to back down.

Unable to linger with Dongfang Lan for long, Yang Fan gently bit her tongue, causing her pain and bringing her back to her senses.

Once Dongfang Lan was fully conscious, she realized she had been the one to pester Yang Fan. Her delicate face immediately turned bright red, as if she wished the ground would give way to her.

Normally, Dongfang Lan could hold her liquor, but the MSG-added concoction had drastically reduced her tolerance, making her stay conscious much shorter than usual. She had barely regained consciousness when she unconsciously picked up her glass again, took a large gulp, and tried to turn to Yang Fan, but her throat couldn't shut up, and she swallowed the rest. After another mouthful, Dongfang Lan's face was no longer flushed with embarrassment, but rather a deep, intoxicated red.

If she were allowed to continue drinking, the situation could easily become unmanageable. Yang Fan quickly put his arm around Dongfang Lan, subtly stopping her from taking another sip, and said with a gentle smile, "Good sister, let's not drink anymore, let's eat some food!"

Mixed drinks are already stimulating to the nerves and make people excited. With the addition of MSG as a catalyst, it is easy to feel aroused and do many things that one would not normally dare to do.

Yang Fan naturally had reservations. This was still in the living room; if the other ladies saw him, they might suspect something… Although he knew they wouldn't appear openly, they might still peek. Therefore, for the sake of future happiness, he couldn't go too far… After

a few drinks, Dongfang Lan became stubborn, her eyes alluring, her face blooming like a flower, as she giggled, “Husband, I haven't had enough to drink yet, how can I not drink? No… I want more! I love to eat breast milk…”

Yang Fan remained calm for the first few sentences, but upon hearing the last one, his bottom felt like it was on fire, and he almost jumped up.

“Sister, you want to eat breast milk, right? Okay, I'll go to the kitchen and get you some!”

Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine, subtly covering his chest, and shamelessly negotiated with Dongfang Lan.

A drunk person is not so easily persuaded. Dongfang Lan narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, giggled, and came face to face with Yang Fan. She leaned against him like a ball of cotton, whispering in his ear, "I don't want to drink milk, I want to drink my husband's breast milk!"

Chapter 538

[Character and Personality] Yang Fan was not only tense all over, but also had to deal with Dongfang Lan, who was obviously acting crazy due to alcohol. In a moment of panic, he could only say, "Sister, be good, I can't express any milk here. Otherwise, you can drink your own, okay?"

As he spoke, he grabbed Dongfang Lan's small hand and pressed it against her breasts, saying, "Look, yours are so big and soft, you must have plenty of milk! And look at mine, they're flat and have no elasticity, so I definitely don't have much milk!"

Dongfang Lan was caught off guard by Yang Fan's words, and with the alcohol rising in her head, she really didn't understand for a moment: "Oh yeah... I have plenty of milk myself! Okay, I'll drink my own!"

As she said this, Dongfang Lan began to undress herself.

Yang Fan's face was slightly sweaty again. He quickly grabbed Dongfang Lan's small hands and said, "Sister Lan, be good. Let's eat first, then we'll drink milk, okay? We'll go to the room to drink it, and you can drink as much as you want!"

Dongfang Lan pouted and said, "No way! When we get to the room, you'll definitely fight with others for it! Little brother is the worst; he always steals other people's milk!"

"..."

Yang Fan was speechless for a while before saying, "I promise I won't drink yours, okay?"

Dongfang Lan glanced at Yang Fan and giggled, saying, "Little brother, you're so silly! Why wouldn't I let you drink it? As long as you're willing to exchange with me, I won't hold it against you!"

"Exchange? What can I exchange with you?"

Yang Fan was puzzled for a while.

Dongfang Lan giggled again, her small hand reaching for his waistband. Just as his hair stood on end, she touched his private parts, saying, "You have to give me a lollipop with filling!"

"Filled... and a lollipop?"

Yang Fan swallowed hard, feeling uneasy all over. "Can I just suck on it, without biting it?"

"Giggle..."

Dongfang Lan giggled for a while, her face flushed, radiating spring-like joy. "You're so naughty!"

Yang Fan forced a stiff smile, thinking, "Does letting you bite it mean I'm not naughty? If that's the case, I'd rather be naughty! Just kidding, this isn't a disposable paper cup that you throw away after use!"

Dongfang Lan, her face still flushed, suddenly said to Yang Fan in a very gentle voice, "Little brother... you eat your food, I'll eat the lollipop, we'll each eat our own, without disturbing each other, okay?"

"Gulp!"

Is that even possible? Yang Fan doubted his hearing and couldn't help but swallow loudly.

Not getting a reply from Yang Fan, Dongfang Lan didn't care. She just smiled broadly and slid into his arms. Then, she proactively helped him remove his restraints.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Yang Fan had drunk with Dongfang Lan before, but given her low alcohol tolerance, she rarely got drunk. So, Dongfang Lan's behavior surprised him and gave him a strange thrill.

Dongfang Lan laughed a few times, gave Yang Fan a flirtatious look, and said, "It's okay, if anything happens… I'll take responsibility!"

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Yang Fan felt a strange sense of familiarity, but he didn't have the energy to think about it, because Dongfang Lan had already unbuckled his belt, taken out his lollipop, and begun her first step.

"The wrapper is really thick!"

Dongfang Lan said with some dissatisfaction, roughly pushing the wrapper down.

Yang Fan gasped awkwardly. Barely managing to remain composed, he said, "Gently, gently, be careful not to tear the candy wrapper!"

Helpless, with his vital parts in her hands, he couldn't straighten his back.

Dongfang Lan chuckled, giving Yang Fan a seductive look, and said, "Don't worry! I won't be that careless!"

With that, she lowered her head, sticking out her pink, fragrant tongue, wanting to taste it…

If he hadn't seen Dongfang Lan's smile, Yang Fan would have felt a little more at ease. Her smile, revealing four gleaming front teeth, almost blinded him. Just thinking about those four teeth snapping shut… Yang Fan lost all appetite. He hastily picked up some high-calorie, filling food and ate it, then focused all his attention on Dongfang Lan.

"As soon as she makes the slightest move to bite, I'll retreat before her!"

With this idea in mind, Yang Fan's focus became more intense than ever before. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he subtly signaled to his brain to make his genitals more erect, the little thing held by Dongfang Lan immediately hardened as if it were wearing bulletproof armor, practically bursting open.

Yang Fan ate quickly; he had already finished his meal, while Dongfang Lan had only just brought his little thing close with both hands, not even having a chance to put it in her mouth.

Unfortunately, although drunk people have fast blood circulation and sensitive nerves, their reactions are much slower. So, even though Dongfang Lan noticed the lollipop in her hand had become hot and hard, she didn't bother to check. Instead, she stuck out her little tongue and continued her "work in the woods."

Dongfang Lan only made a slight movement, and before Yang Fan could even feel how slippery her little tongue was, her open mouth took the tip into her mouth.

"Mmm! Mmm!"

The lollipop in his memory was somewhat different in size from the actual one, so Dongfang Lan only took the large end into her mouth and already felt like she was stuffed, her breathing becoming a little labored.

After getting drunk, Dongfang Lan surprisingly became quite adept at this. She let out a soft "hmm..."

and began to relax her facial muscles, trying to widen her mouth as much as possible. Before long, she gradually adapted.

Yang Fan nervously watched Dongfang Lan's every move, not wanting to miss a single detail. However, this behavior was so inappropriate at a time when he should clearly be enjoying himself.

On one hand, the most sensitive parts of his body were surging with sensations like a tide; on the other hand, he was self-destructively using reason to restrain his actions, determined to forget the pleasure and concentrate all his energy on keeping a close eye on Dongfang Lan. Pain and pleasure coexisted—this was the true description of Yang Fan's state at this moment!

"Phew!"

Halfway through, Dongfang Lan spat out the lollipop, took a long breath, and pouted slightly, complaining in a sweet voice, "It's too big! I can't eat it all! Let me bite off a piece so I can eat it slowly, okay?"

"No!"

Without thinking, Yang Fan rejected Dongfang Lan's suggestion, covering his own little thing with his hand, saying, "Well... now you've eaten it, and I'm full, let's go back to our room!"

"Uh... saying 'full' at this time... seems a bit strange?"

Realizing he'd said something wrong, Yang Fan didn't have time to think about what went wrong.

"Hehe!"

Dongfang Lan chuckled twice, holding the lollipop tightly, refusing to let go. "Little brother, don't be so stingy! I won't bite it, I'll just eat it! You know, I really want to eat the filling, but you won't let me bite it, it's making things difficult for me!"

"What?"

Yang Fan finally understood what Dongfang Lan meant by a filled lollipop! This girl is just being coquettish, wanting to taste that essence!

"Why didn't you say so earlier? It's actually very easy to make you want that stuff!"

Yang Fan confidently agreed, saying, "Come on, have another taste, do a deep throat, and I'll squeeze it out for you!"

"Really? Before, didn't you always take a long time to come out?"

Dongfang Lan was quite skeptical. Although the alcohol had numbed a significant portion of her thinking, her reactions in certain areas were still quite sharp.

Yang Fan smiled smugly, saying, "That's the advantage of being able to control it freely!"

Yang Fan's confidence left Dongfang Lan with no room for doubt. So, she just tilted her head and thought for a moment before nodding in agreement, "Okay, I'll try again!"

"It has to be deeper, deeper, even deeper!"

As Dongfang Lan's movements deepened, Yang Fan patiently guided her, so that he could reach his peak instantly.

Deep throating is a difficult move that can't be learned with just a few pointers. Even after drinking the mixed liquor and experiencing a surge of passion, Dongfang Lan still couldn't fully integrate the sensations quickly enough. Every time she touched her tonsils, she couldn't help but vomit!

Some things, no matter how much you rush, are useless. Things that require slow and meticulous work, if you insist on immediate results, will inevitably fall short.

Yang Fan now fully understood what it meant to be anxious and impatient. Every time, Dongfang Lan tried her best to give him as much sensation as possible according to his requests, but her throat wouldn't cooperate, and she couldn't do anything about it.

Clearly, the pressure on his throat, the lubrication of his saliva, and the heat of his mouth had brought Yang Fan close to his climax, but in the end, Dongfang Lan's natural physiological reactions always caused Yang Fan to be abruptly cut off at the last moment before reaching his peak.

Some say that the beauty playing the flute under the moonlit night on the Twenty-Four Bridges isn't about physical pleasure, but about psychological pleasure. It's about watching him, high above, experience ecstasy and a mix of emotions under her lips and tongue. The thrill of conquering him would involuntarily make her feel wet with joy, her body and soul overflowing with pleasure.

Unfortunately, often women are too self-centered, always wanting to be passive, wanting to be conquered, lacking the desire to conquer. Therefore, whether actively or passively enjoying the pleasure, they often fail to reach their peak.

If Dongfang Lan were still sober at this moment, she would probably only be thinking about when this unbearable music lesson would end. Fortunately, at this moment, she was under the influence of alcohol. Although her arms were a little sore from the frequent movements, and although her lips and tongue were a little tired from the back-and-forth movements, her spirit remained joyful.

"Pfft!"

After another round of swallowing and spitting, Dongfang Lan couldn't hold on any longer. At the last moment, she spat out the lollipop. Holding the impressive thing in her hand, she gave Yang Fan a look that seemed both reproachful and coquettish, saying, "Little brother, didn't you just say you wanted me to eat it as soon as possible? How come after all this work, it's only gotten bigger, and nothing has changed at all?"

Yang Fan shrugged helplessly and spread his hands, saying, "Sister Lan, you can't blame me for this. I also wanted it to come out as soon as possible, but you always spat it out at the most crucial moment. No matter how hard I try, it can't just spring up out of thin air!"

Dongfang Lan tried to open her blurry, drunken eyes to see Yang Fan's expression clearly, but how could she? No matter how hard she tried, all she could see was a face that was swaying from side to side.

After tilting her head and thinking for a moment, she nodded and said, "Alright then! I'll try my best to hold on, but you can't deliberately hold on and try to mess with me!"

Yang Fan said confidently, "Of course, I guarantee it with my integrity, I absolutely won't!"

Dongfang Lan chuckled and said, "Integrity is not as useful as character, why don't you guarantee it with your character!"

"Character?"

Yang Fan was slightly taken aback. "Good sister, isn't character the same as personality?"

Dongfang Lan shook her head. "Not at all! Haven't you heard people say that looks determine character, character determines personality, and personality determines destiny? So, personality is worthless, but character is valuable!"

Yang Fan said, almost crying, "Does that mean that only handsome people have good fortune?"

Dongfang Lan shook her head vigorously. "No way! Good looks and being handsome are two different things. Someone like you, without any special features, can be considered good-looking!"

Yang Fan glared at Dongfang Lan, somewhat annoyed. He hadn't expected her to trick him at this moment. He said helplessly, "Sister Lan, are you praising me or insulting me?"

Dongfang Lan chuckled, offering no explanation, and simply buried her head in her lollipop. It seemed she was determined; she wouldn't give up until she got the filling. She ate and ate, swallowing and spitting

, for an unknown amount of time. Finally, with a mighty breath and a selfless spirit, she used the automatic contraction of her Adam's apple to firmly block Yang Fan's ejaculation, causing him to release his vital energy!

This moment was so earth-shattering, as the poem says: "A waterfall plunges three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way were falling from the ninth heaven!" If Dongfang Lan hadn't been prepared, desperately swallowing as Yang Fan ejaculated, that much essence would probably have been used as a face mask!

After swallowing for at least a minute, Dongfang Lan finally exhaled the pent-up breath in her chest. After a long while, she rolled her eyes and let out a few burps. Then, reluctantly, she used her little tongue to vigorously lick the tip of Yang Fan's penis, sweeping away the last trace of residue before slowly standing up.

Technically, Dongfang Lan had nothing to boast about, but her expression, her movements, and the utter satisfaction she felt when swallowing the essence were things Yang Fan had never seen in anyone else. So much so that Yang Fan, who had softened for less than three seconds, was already standing tall and proud again...

Chapter 539

[Spanking] Dongfang Lan glanced at Yang Fan with an ambiguous expression, holding his erect member, and chuckled seductively, "Good little brother, is this some kind of assembly line? You've just finished one batch, and you're already producing the second batch?"

Yang Fan touched her little face and chuckled, "What's wrong? Is your sister still not full?"

Dongfang Lan bit her red lips slightly, her face flushed as she glanced at Yang Fan, and whispered, "Of course I'm full up there, but down there..."

Even with the courage emboldened by alcohol, Dongfang Lan's usually suppressed side was released, and saying such embarrassing words still made her feel a little overwhelmed.

Yang Fan had sharp ears and eyes; even the faintest sound would be heard by him when he was focused. At such a crucial moment, he wouldn't be distracted for no reason.

So, Yang Fan laughed loudly, and without bothering to put away his little Yang Fan, he picked up Dongfang Lan by the waist and headed straight for the bedroom. When they reached Lin Jiaxin's room, Yang Fan paused for a few seconds, seemingly unintentionally…

A slight smile played on Yang Fan's lips, but he said nothing. He simply carried Dongfang Lan into

the room, intentionally leaving the door open, and then carried her onto her bed, as if preparing for a blatant display… As Yang Fan left, Lin Jiaxin, who had been secretly lurking in the room, finally emerged. She looked at Dongfang Lan's room with a complicated expression. Even seeing her best friend being intimate with Yang Fan, she still felt a little uncomfortable!

"Silly girl, you're too stubborn. Sharing one person's happiness with another doubles the happiness; sharing one person's sadness with another halves the sadness."

"Life is too short, and sorrow too much. We must learn to see, remember, and pursue the beautiful, wonderful, and joyful aspects of life; ignore, forget, and overcome the ugly, vile, and sorrowful aspects."

"But...but he can clearly control his desires! He...he could just be with us!"

"Silly girl, what's the difference between being with us and being with all of us? Rather than making the other sisters unhappy and Yang Fan unhappy, why not build a happy family?"

Lin Jiaxin muttered to herself, seemingly comforting herself, perhaps making an excuse to calm herself down...

Indeed, she had heard the commotion during Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan's first encounter, but the clever girl chose to avoid it.

However, before avoiding it, she prepared dinner for the two of them before hiding in her room, intending to wait for their battle to end. Who would have thought that the two of them would engage in such a passionate scene in the living room, leaving her without a suitable opportunity to appear?

A woman's intuition isn't without basis; Dongfang Lan's nervousness stemmed from Lin Jiaxin. Although she hadn't seen them in person, she constantly felt as if several eyes were watching her every move, which is why she resorted to strong liquor to intoxicate herself and lessen the awkwardness.

Everyone here is intelligent, and intelligent women know when to yield and when to actively pursue. This opportunity was given to her by everyone, so Dongfang Lan had to seize it firmly. Opportunities only come once; if she didn't grasp them, the next one might belong to someone else. Therefore, she knew that tonight belonged to her and Yang Fan, and she could completely abandon everything to love Yang Fan!

Similarly, she knew that tonight's opportunity was paving the way for giving up another chance soon, because in the near future, she would also need to create opportunities for her other sisters. But that was for later; tonight, she had to seize the opportunity…

“Wait a minute, I want… I want to take my clothes off for you!”

Entering the room, as Yang Fan was about to help her undress, Dongfang Lan gently pushed his chest, giving him a flirtatious glance.

“A striptease?”

Yang Fan smiled strangely, nodded, and then decisively took off his own clothes, leaning against the pillows on the bed, wanting to see what Dongfang Lan's tricks were.

It must be said that Dongfang Lan's behavior today was very different from usual. Every move she made seemed unusual, but it was all about pleasing Yang Fan. From this perspective, she undoubtedly cared a lot about Yang Fan; otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to be so subservient to him.

Dongfang Lan smiled charmingly, jumped off the bed, turned on the CD player, selected a very exciting dance track, and swayed onto the bed.

The most alluring aspect of a striptease is the subtle, ambiguous exposure, the feeling of almost undressing. It's like accidentally seeing a stunningly beautiful woman on the street, making you want to let her clothes slip out unintentionally. That unexpected delight of a glimpse of spring can easily give you a heart attack!

Yang Fan had rarely experienced anything like this. He only remembered her pole dancing for him in her office once. So, including this time with Dongfang Lan, it was only the second time.

Having had that experience before, Yang Fan's tastes had become a little more discerning. Fortunately, Dongfang Lan was quite adept at this. Just like her choice of clothes was always so alluring, she also had a talent for dance.

Dongfang Lan also had a good grasp of the nudity. She always displayed her most beautiful and alluring side at the perfect moment, just when Yang Fan most wanted to see it. Then, in his fleeting glance, she would reveal a hint of allure, instantly making Yang Fan's heart itch with desire!

"Little vixen, hurry up and take it off, or I'll force myself on you!"

Yang Fan finally couldn't resist, fiercely pouncing on Dongfang Lan and pinning her down. Even his address changed from "sister" to "little vixen." Dongfang Lan glanced at Yang Fan timidly and said weakly, "I won't take it off. I'm just showing it to you. How could I possibly do what you want? Even if you want to punish me, I won't give in to you."

"Huh!"

A moment ago, Yang Fan was somewhat confused, but upon hearing the word "punish," he suddenly understood. He thought to himself: What a little fox! Are you really trying to seduce me to death? Yang Fan knew that Dongfang Lan was reminding him to spank her!

Yang Fan didn't think much of it and simply went along with her wishes. He forcefully took off her clothes and slapped them three times. He didn't hit her hard; in his intention, he just wanted to make a token gesture and be done with it.

Unexpectedly, Dongfang Lan twisted her little bottom and grumbled, "I won't give in! What's a little punishment like this?"

Yang Fan chuckled and raised his hand, slapping her three times. Compared to the previous slaps, these three were much harder. The first few slaps were barely noticeable, but these three were solid, turning Dongfang Lan's little bottom a bright red.

When she first received the slap, Dongfang Lan felt more fear than physical pain. Only when the slap landed did the weight in her heart truly lift. When she received the second slap, the burning pain almost brought tears to her eyes. But amidst the pain, there was an inexplicable feeling that made her itch. She knew it was something she shouldn't touch, but she just couldn't resist.

"Little brother, didn't you eat enough? Why are you so weak? If you hit me a few more times, I'll give in quickly!"

Noticing the strange expression on Dongfang Lan's face, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a bit odd. He sensed that Dongfang Lan, after being slapped a few times, didn't seem to feel any pain, but rather seemed to enjoy it...

One slap, another, and with each slap, Yang Fan felt a surge of excitement. Curiosity is a universal human trait, especially in bed. Seeing Dongfang Lan's strange yet stimulating behavior, Yang Fan unconsciously began to cooperate with her.

"Ah... um..."

A long, drawn-out cry, like a winding flute, soaring and piercing the heavens, along with Dongfang Lan's stiff body, gave Yang Fan a strange mix of pleasure and a feeling he couldn't quite describe.

Dongfang Lan's voice was like the scream of a wildcat. Yes, the scream of a wildcat, and the wildest kind at that! Her cries were so flamboyant, fierce, and wild, without the slightest hint of restraint!

If anyone else were present, they probably wouldn't believe their ears. No one would believe that a woman being slapped... could be as excited as if she were having sex! Hearing this sound, one couldn't help but think of one word: pervert! Could this be the legendary SM queen?

If spanking was only slightly perverted, and Dongfang Lan's next request was only mildly perverted under normal circumstances, her subsequent demand for Yang Fan to penetrate her deeply from the dry ground made one feel that she was starting to become moderately perverted!

The flower path has never been swept for guests, but today the chrysanthemum gate is opened for you! Having done it so many times with his lovers, this was the first time for Yang Fan to go down the dry ground. What was especially rare was that Dongfang Lan gave him a feeling that he could completely disregard her feelings and only care about himself. How could Yang Fan miss this rare opportunity for unrestrained expression?

Before Yang Fan could speak, Dongfang Lan obediently lay down on the bed, slightly raising her buttocks, but after a moment, he didn't make any move. Looking up again, she saw his lustful eyes fixed on her private parts, his face full of lewd expressions. She knew what he was doing without even thinking!

Helpless, she could only suppress her temper and say softly, "You bad boy, what's the point of just looking? Hurry up..."

Hearing the beauty's anxiety, Yang Fan's hand caressed her firm, round buttocks, moving it from side to side, gently tracing her skin. His usual sensitive areas were naturally the focus of his investigation today.

Trembling! Trembling! Still trembling! After several attempts, Yang Fan finally located Dongfang Lan's back entrance. This place... was quite unusual!

Every time his fingers traced her sensitive areas, her body would tremble slightly, and at the same time, certain secret parts would secrete some fluid. Normally, this would be a natural reaction, but the problem was, it was one thing if it was only the front, but the back... how could it also have such a wonderful sight?

Even more alluring was that this beautiful place would tremble naturally! No! It couldn't be called trembling. It should be classified as vibration... resonance!

His fingers traced patterns on Dongfang Lan's smooth, supple buttocks, occasionally patting them lightly. He felt as if he were floating on clouds, experiencing indescribable pleasure and an indescribable, soul-stirring sensation.

Finally, Yang Fan made up his mind, leaning down to press against her delicate body, embracing her slender waist, and gently pressing his engorged member against her buttocks. The contact of hot and cool skin sent a jolt through both of them, who had already made love many times before!

Then, Yang Fan gently guided her buttocks with both hands, applying pressure to each side. This pressure caused her two most private places... to simultaneously part, revealing a soft, moist crevice, displaying a tender pink hue.

Without close observation, it was difficult to perceive the subtlety within; just one glance was enough for Yang Fan to unconsciously take a deep breath. He thought: Good heavens, the secret was right here!

To the naked eye, one might only see a spot where the dry passage is moistened by rain, quite different from the others. But the true wonder lies in venturing deeper to fully appreciate its essence.

Yang Fan, unable to contain himself any longer, lost all interest in observing closely. He pressed himself against her, and with a single thrust, a small portion was already inside.

No! It wasn't just a small portion inside! That was merely Yang Fan's perception. Looking down, he realized he had only gone in a tiny bit. With another thrust, Yang Fan felt as if more than halfway in, but looking down, he saw only the tip had entered.

"Huh?"

Upon closer inspection, Yang Fan realized just how exquisite the beauty beneath him truly was. Previously, he had been so focused on entering that he hadn't noticed that his two movements had actually entered two different entrances. With another movement, Yang Fan understood that each further step felt like entering a tight, narrow passage.

If one had to find a comparison, perhaps only the phrase "layered mountains and overlapping peaks" could describe it. However, its wonder differs greatly from "layered mountains and overlapping ridges."

The latter refers to numerous folds and ridges, where each step forward is met with a series of compressions, leading to a profound and delightful experience. Dongfang Lan's wonder, however, is like a chrysanthemum that can bloom a hundred times; each deeper reveals a new surprise, giving the feeling that one has already experienced all the wonders, only to discover yet another wondrous realm within. While

Yang Fan savored all the delights, Dongfang Lan suffered greatly. Suddenly, she felt a tearing pain throughout her body!

A piercing scream rang out, and two streams of tears slid down her cheeks. In the midst of this immense pain, her soul seemed to undergo a transformation; she felt the heavy burden that had been weighing on her heart finally leave her body!

Chapter 540

[A Glimpse into the Truth] Her lips, her flower path, her anus—all were now completely and utterly surrendered to the person on her body. From now on, Dongfang Lan no longer needed to worry about being abandoned. The heart that had been hanging in suspense could finally be put down completely. At this moment, she felt so relaxed, so joyful, and even the pain had lessened considerably…

Yes, something had changed. As he penetrated deeper, she began to notice. It seemed… something had changed.

The feeling was very strange, like having a belly full of… Damn it! How could she compare herself to that? This feeling was clearly completely different! At least a thousand times, ten thousand times better than that feeling!

Speaking of which, Dongfang Lan's physiological structure was extremely peculiar. It was as if most of the sensitive nerves in her body grew in her rectum.

Even more miraculously, many portals formed by two crescent-shaped folds had grown in this rectum. Each portal did not occupy a large area, but it was excellent at expanding and contracting freely.

Each time Yang Fan went deeper, he needed to break through the barrier first. After he went deeper, the barrier that had been broken through was not completely useless. It was like two soft fleshy brushes, gently caressing and rubbing Yang Fan's sensitive spots. If his stamina was slightly lacking, he would probably break and sink to the ground immediately.

Fortunately, Yang Fan had long since mastered the art of "unyielding golden spear" and possessed a variety of skills, making him unafraid of any challenge from renowned weapons. Thus, the battle became a chaotic spectacle, like Zhang Fei versus Yue Fei, with one above and the other below, rising and falling, one panting heavily, the other whispering softly…

In no time, beads of sweat the size of soybeans seeped from every possible part of Yang Fan's body. It seemed to be even more exhausting than a life-or-death struggle!

However, despite the exertion, the exquisite pleasure was far beyond anything a triumphant victory could offer. The difference with renowned weapons lies in their ability to generate a hundred times the pleasure of ordinary ones. Therefore, Yang Fan was deeply immersed in it, unconsciously exerting force, force, and more force, wishing he could use every ounce of his strength.

At first, Dongfang Lan could still breathe softly and moan gently, but even so, it didn't take much effort and couldn't last long. After an hour, she finally couldn't bear the soreness and numbness in her knees and was about to collapse onto the bed. Yang Fan, quick as a flash, flipped her over, placing himself on the bottom and holding Dongfang Lan on top, supporting her buttocks, and launched another fierce attack.

After a long and intense battle, the two of them looked as if they had just been pulled from the water. They collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, neither of them having the strength to speak, only knowing how to breathe heavily.

Completely unaware that next door, a group of beautiful women, their delicate pink faces flushed red, were constantly wringing their fingers and tugging at their clothes, looking utterly miserable.

The two had both perished; since they didn't know what had happened, to onlookers, it naturally appeared to be a draw. This outcome stunned the others who were secretly watching from next door…

Lin Jiaxin exchanged bewildered glances, unable to believe that Dongfang Lan was so powerful, managing to fight Yang Fan to a draw all by herself! What would happen if this continued?

Women dared not imagine such a scene: they could only wail and moan beneath Yang Fan, powerless to resist, ultimately unable to fulfill his favor, needing the help of their sisters, while Dongfang Lan fought alone, growing stronger with each battle, ultimately galloping freely, galloping across the battlefield, fighting Yang Fan for hundreds of rounds without a clear victor…

Just thinking of such a scene or something similar sent chills down her spine. Women are the easiest creatures to unite; as long as they have a common enemy, they can form an exceptionally strong small group. Women are also the easiest creatures to betray each other; once their common enemy is defeated, their alliance crumbles without warning.

As her thoughts raced, she was unaware that while Dongfang Lan's physical constitution was important in achieving such results, the more crucial factor was Yang Fan's unfamiliarity with the process, coupled with the intense battles, which led to a momentary loss of control and the current outcome. However, by some strange twist of fate, she found herself quietly outside Dongfang Lan's door, wanting to peek and see what was going on… Lin Jiaxin's reaction outside the room didn't prevent Dongfang Lan from savoring this rare pleasure. Sometimes, ignorance truly is a blessing. Because she didn't know someone was watching, Dongfang Lan naturally assumed that this time, her union with Yang Fan wasn't hindered by external factors like before. Therefore, she happily concluded that their union was perfect!

"Hoo…"

Dongfang Lan exhaled a long, fragrant breath, struggling to pull herself out of the lingering afterglow of peak pleasure. That tingling, bone-deep sensation was so wonderful that it took immense effort to avoid being completely immersed in it.

Actually, she didn't have to force herself like this, didn't have to force herself to return to reality so quickly. However, she firmly remembered that she was Yang Fan's woman, just the little woman behind him, and naturally, she couldn't wait for her husband to speak before doing anything; she had to think about it in front of him.

"Little brother, let your sister help you get dressed!"

Dongfang Lan suppressed her embarrassment, ignoring her exposed body, and instead lifted herself up to help Yang Fan undress.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan chuckled, grabbed Dongfang Lan's arm, and pulled her down. Naturally, he pulled Dongfang Lan, who had just been about to escape that wicked thing's entanglement, back to her original position.

As the art of war says: "One effort, then decline, then exhaustion." Dongfang Lan never expected that Yang Fan, that wicked guy, after just going through a fierce battle and spraying her with saliva, still had energy left, even as erect and firm as at the beginning!

Yang Fan's pull and tug, unfortunately, once again rubbed against Dongfang Lan's most sensitive spot. The mere brush against her, a barely perceptible friction, reignited her waning desire!

Even more devastating for Dongfang Lan was that she had intended to release the mixture of foreign substances inside her, but Yang Fan's actions not only prevented her from doing so, but also allowed the terrifyingly large member to penetrate even deeper.

"Mmm..."

This soft moan was so delicate and alluring, so lingeringly seductive.

To Yang Fan, it was nothing less than a signal to intensify his passion. Yang Fan had initially been considerate of her repeated displays of passion tonight, especially since she was still vulnerable and delicate, fearing she couldn't withstand too much lovemaking. Now, hearing the lingering strength in the woman beneath him, how could he possibly suppress his own pent-up desire?

A surge of lust nearly incinerated Yang Fan, but thankfully he acted swiftly, lifting Dongfang Lan's shapely buttocks and immediately presenting the endless feast to the hungry man.

At this moment, that area was already a swampy, muddy mess; even the lubrication step could be skipped. A single thrust was all it took to reach the heart of the matter and achieve the Great Perfection realm. "

A little is more," a thought popped into Yang Fan's mind as he placed the gluttonous man before him, ready to devour it whole. Finding this reasonable, Yang Fan only offered the gluttonous man a tiny bite!

Meanwhile, Dongfang Lan, also with only a small piece in her mouth, endured the agonizing sensation of her mouth feeling empty and bloated, driving her to near madness. She clawed, screamed, and bit—using every trick in the book—all for one purpose: to get Yang Fan to release his grip on her buttocks and let her devour the entire feast, even if it meant dying from overeating.

But Yang Fan, being mischievous, not only refused to let go but also held her buttocks, using his waist to exert force.

He ground his penis back and forth within that small space. If one had to find a suitable metaphor to describe Dongfang Lan's distress at this moment, it would probably be like having a preserved plum stuck in her mouth. The delicious and very appetizing preserved plum was in her mouth, but someone was blocking her mouth, preventing her from swallowing or spitting it out. Her mouth was filled with saliva, but she couldn't get a single drop of the preserved plum on it.

Just then, Yang Fan said with a double entendre, "Ah, I understand you want to eat, but there's only one good thing. If you eat it all, what about your best friend? Will she try to take it from you? So, after you've had a few bites, you should give way and let your best friend have some. I don't like seeing you two fighting over it!"

Lin Jiaxin outside the door was shocked. They both turned their gazes to Yang Fan, who hadn't closed the door completely. They saw him lower his hands, letting Dongfang Lan, who was pressing down with all her might, swallow the food whole, as if he hadn't just spoken...

The power of gravity in special circumstances is hard to fully understand unless you're there. However, Yang Fan and Dongfang Lan's expressions at this moment spoke volumes.

Dongfang Lan looked hurt, as if she had been pierced, her small mouth slightly open, letting out a soft cry of pain. Yet, within this feeling was an immense sense of satisfaction. Such contradictory emotions coexisted within her, causing her facial expressions to shift constantly, which was quite amusing.

As for Yang Fan, the only word to describe it was "exhilarating." Something on his body, like a small mouth, was biting and squeezing, trying to push him out. This squeezing, pushing, and sucking created a bone-deep, pleasurable sensation that filled Yang Fan's entire being. He longed to go even deeper, to let the whole thing, not just the tip, enjoy the pleasure…

"Little brother, you… you're so naughty!"

Dongfang Lan trembled as she accused Yang Fan of irresponsibility, embellishing her story with exaggerated descriptions of being almost torn apart and nearly broken inside!

Yang Fan laughed, pretending to withdraw his greedy member, saying, "Sister Lan, since it's causing you so much pain, I'd better pull it out!"

Dongfang Lan immediately panicked. While tearing and swelling were inevitable, they only lasted a short while, nothing compared to the subsequent pleasure. If he took it seriously and made her recover, it would be like trying to steal a chicken and losing the rice instead—Dongfang Lan was unwilling to do that!

"No! No! Little brother, you can't pull...out!"

Although mentioning the name of a certain organ is a very embarrassing thing for a girl, the die was cast, and Gong Yan had no time to think.

"This Sister Lan really has an inner charm!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but secretly praise her. Among the women in the family, the most suitable for training and the most gifted in bedroom arts was Dongfang Lan, whose appearance wasn't the most outstanding. She might not be considered intelligent in other areas, but for some reason, in this aspect, she seemed to have a natural talent, always able to learn by analogy and understand many things from one instance.

Seeing Dongfang Lan's adorable yet pain-averse expression, Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh: "You little rascal, you deserve to be in so much pain! You're so greedy!"

Dongfang Lan felt both shy and reluctant to part with the delicious treat. In desperation, she simply covered her face with her hands, whining and pleading, "I won't come! I won't come! Little brother, you're laughing at me!"

"Hehe..."

"Haha..."

Desperate, Yang Fan hadn't expected that Dongfang Lan would turn to him for help. She'd practically walked right into his trap.

Yang Fan chuckled, gently stroking Dongfang Lan's back with one hand, sending her a tingling, almost unbearable sensation, while his other hand gripped her slender waist, using it as a support to continue his thrusts.

He then used both hands to support Dongfang Lan, and began to thrust his hips, launching a series of rubbing attacks. Having almost reached the depths of Huanglong, it was clearly unnecessary for Yang Fan to go any further. It would be unwise to harm his beautiful wife in his arms in a moment of impulse to explore its deeper mysteries. So, Yang Fan began a circular motion, moving left and right! A

wonderful sensation, originating from the deepest parts of her body, almost reaching her soul, accompanied by a slight swelling pain and a gradually fading tearing pain, reached Dongfang Lan's mind.

Before the initial confusion had subsided, the wonderful sensation surged in like a tide, causing Dongfang Lan considerable discomfort. Looking at each other, she couldn't help but wonder if Yang Fan had used some kind of magic.

Unfortunately, her suspicion only lasted a moment, before it took root in her heart, being completely washed away by the involuntary moans she let out.

It must be mentioned that among all the women around Yang Fan, Dongfang Lan's moans were extremely alluring. Simply stimulating Yang Fan as a man, arousing his desire to conquer, or even intensifying his lust and making his thrusts in bed more powerful, wouldn't be enough to explain the problem.

What truly captivated Dongfang Lan was the powerful resonance of her moans. Not only did they amplify her primal instincts, but they also radiated her own exquisite sensations outwards in a chaotic, uncontrolled manner. Almost

every woman who heard Dongfang Lan's moans felt an intense, visceral desire arise within her. This desire, born from the depths of her being, was more intense and unbearable than any aphrodisiac…

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