The air fell silent. Sun Zhe and Zhu Yan stared at each other, and it was as if time had stopped.
Zhu Yan's outfit today was incredibly seductive, yet it retained a sense of dignity. She wore a knee-length skirt paired with sheer, glossy, nude-colored stockings and a pair of exquisite silver high heels. Her fitted white shirt was tucked into the waistband of the skirt, perfectly outlining the alluring curves of her voluptuous figure. The fullness of her chest strained against the fabric, seeming ready to pop the buttons at any moment. Her waist-length wavy hair cascaded down, exuding a fragrant aroma that added to her elegance.
She was like a blooming rose—radiant and noble, emanating a mature, captivating fragrance.
Looking at the stunning woman before him, Sun Zhe couldn't help but fantasize about a few titillating scenes. And so, the slumbering dragon gradually awakened, rising shamelessly to point right at his gentle and dignified stepmother!
Zhu Yan watched the dragon rise, her face flushing red. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she hurried toward Sun Zhe, pulling a tissue from her handbag.
"Ah Zhe, why is your nose bleeding?"
"Ah? Uh... it's nothing, nothing!" Sun Zhe quickly tilted his head back, pinching his nose.
Suddenly, he felt his little brother press against something soft. The warm, tender sensation that traveled from the tip sent a wave of bliss rushing to his brain. It made the spear burn even hotter, so hot that it set Zhu Yan's own heart ablaze!
It turned out that in her haste to help wipe his nosebleed, Zhu Yan had accidentally bumped her stomach against the skyward-pointing dragon.
Zhu Yan let out a soft cry and subconsciously took two steps back. Then, forcing herself to remain calm, she used the tissue to help Sun Zhe wipe away the blood.
"Stepmother, I can do it myself," Sun Zhe said with an awkward smile, taking the tissue from her hand.
Zhu Yan's delicate face was still red. Her gaze drifted downward for a secret glance at the dragon still pointing at her, and her heart began to pound wildly.
If only I could, I'd drop to my knees right now and lavish that great dragon with affection.
But she forced herself to remain composed, acting as if nothing had happened. She was a mother, after all; she couldn't let her true self show in front of her stepson.
"You silly boy, why are you running around the room without any clothes on?"
"Uh... sorry, Stepmother. I just got out of the shower and forgot to grab my clothes."
"Silly boy," Zhu Yan said, her expression calm as she offered a wry smile. "I'm a nurse. I've seen it all plenty of times, so I'm used to it. Now go get dressed. I'll start dinner."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe felt as if he'd been granted a pardon and fled into his room.
Zhu Yan watched his retreating back, her mind replaying the moment the dragon had awakened. Her pretty face turned as red as a ripe apple. She couldn't help but fantasize… How wonderful would it be if that scorching hot treasure entered my body?
Gradually, a faint wetness bloomed between her legs as the nectar that had been brewing for so long began to seep out uncontrollably.
Just now, Ah Zhe… he reacted because of me, right? He even got a nosebleed. Just how potent is this young man's Yang Qi? Could it be that in his heart…
Zhu Yan shook her head forcefully, not daring to let her thoughts run wild any longer.
He's my own son, after all!
She returned to the doorway, quickly slipped off her high heels, and changed into a pair of comfortable slippers. As she looked at the spot where Sun Zhe had just been standing, her heart was filled with a swirl of emotions. In that moment, she was reminded of the scene she had secretly witnessed the night before.
「Meanwhile.」
Back in his room, Sun Zhe sat on his bed, his heart filled with guilt as he silently berated himself. He felt he'd made a complete fool of himself this time. How could he ever face his stepmother again? Getting an erection right in front of her!
Ugh… It's all the fault of this damn Cultivation Technique. This is so embarrassing!
...
Time ticked by.
Finally, it was time for dinner.
Sun Zhe left his room and forced himself to the dining table, not daring to look at Zhu Yan. He was terrified that his stepmother would think less of him or hold a grudge because of what had happened earlier.
But his worries were completely unfounded.
Zhu Yan acted as if nothing had happened at all. She was as gentle and considerate as ever, striking up a conversation with him and asking where he and Ye Qiao had gone to have fun that day. Faced with such kindness, Sun Zhe's guilt only deepened. To him, Zhu Yan was a gentle goddess, the kind of goddess who could make a person feel wicked just for having an impure thought about her. He suddenly found himself envying his father. Just what kind of fortune had the man accumulated over several lifetimes to marry a goddess like her?
...
After dinner, Sun Zhe returned to his room early. He sat cross-legged on the bed and began trying to control the True Qi within his body.
Time flowed on. After numerous attempts, he finally became proficient at manipulating the True Qi. By the time he finished his Cultivation, it was already past one in the morning.
I can't believe I lose all track of time when I'm cultivating. It's getting late. I should drink some water and get to bed. I have to be up early tomorrow.
Sun Zhe glanced at his phone, then hopped off the bed, planning to go to the living room for a drink of water.
In the living room, Sun Zhe poured a large glass of cool water and gulped it down.
"Mmmph… mmmph…"
Suddenly, a faint moan drifted from the direction of the bathroom. The sound was sultry and seductive, utterly captivating, and it made Sun Zhe's heart pound in his chest. He slowly turned his head toward the bathroom, swallowing hard.
Who's watching a dirty movie in the bathroom this late at night? Could it be Ye Qiao?
Driven by curiosity, he took slow, cautious steps toward the bathroom and pressed his face close to the finger-width gap in the door.
Suddenly, his eyes widened in shock. As if electrocuted, he instinctively recoiled.
This isn't a dirty movie! This is a live performance!
Inside the bathroom, he saw Zhu Yan dressed in a sexy, silk nightgown, sitting on the toilet lid with her legs spread in an "M" shape. Her head was thrown back, and her eyes were half-closed in a look of sheer ecstasy. The straps of her nightgown had slipped from her snow-white shoulders, revealing a vast expanse of snowy landscape—so much so that the pale pink curve of an areola was visible. Her arousal had tightened the glossy silk, causing the hard points of her nipples to press against the fabric.
In her right hand, she held a silicone rod, which she was working in and out of the dense bush with tireless repetition. Her left hand was just as busy. One moment it would slip under her skirt to knead her full breasts into various shapes, and the next, she would be pinching and rolling a pink cherry between her fingers.
Watching this scene through the crack in the door, Sun Zhe's eyes grew wider and wider. His mouth and throat went dry, and he couldn't stop swallowing. He couldn't believe the person in the bathroom was actually Zhu Yan.
The contrast was staggering. Is this really the same gentle, dignified stepmother from earlier today?
Gazing at that mature, full body, so perfect it was almost flawless, Sun Zhe quickly became aroused. His once-loose pajama pants now felt tight enough to rip.
"Ngh… Ah Zhe… My big boy, go harder… Stepmother can't take it anymore…"
Just then, the sultry words escaped Zhu Yan's lips. Although the voice was soft enough to be ignored, Sun Zhe heard every word clearly from just beyond the door.
In that instant, Sun Zhe felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He froze, completely rigid. He couldn't believe that Zhu Yan was calling his name while pleasuring herself.
Could it be… that Stepmother has fantasies about me, too? That's impossible!
Sun Zhe snapped back to his senses. Not daring to think about it or peek any longer, he spun around to flee. But as he turned, his foot accidentally kicked the trash can.
CLANG!
The trash can toppled, rolling several times and making a huge racket.