A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuodao was extremely worried.

The concubine treated her exceptionally well, spoiling her like her own daughter.

But there's one downside—

She was lusting after his body.

This thing has been brewing since I was a child.

Ji Zuodao remembered clearly that when he had just grown to the height of the Empress's chest, he once practiced martial arts and worked up a sweat, so he took off his shirt and took a shower by the stream.

The empress wandered over from who-knows-where and leaned against the old willow tree on the bank. Her peach blossom eyes were curved, and she didn't say a word, just looked at him with a smile.

The gaze, like a hook, slowly slid from his wet hair to his collarbone, then down to his abs, finally settling on his waistline...

Seeing this, Ji Zuodao felt his hair stand on end. He didn't even bother to wipe himself dry; he grabbed his clothes and ran.

That very night, the Empress took some delicious flower cakes to Ji Zuodao to do business...

He initially refused, but he persisted, persisted, and persisted again...

Sorry, the flower cakes smelled too good.

Ji Zuodao gazed at the black seed shimmering with a ghostly light on the Empress's fingertip, while simultaneously feeling the yearning within his sea of ​​blood...

With a gritted tooth and a stomp of the foot!

I'll sell myself!

For cultivation! For a breakthrough!

No! It's chilling! It's awful!

"Aunt……"

Ji Zuodao licked his dry lips, his eyes darting around, his voice so weak it was barely a whisper:

"Um... after you're done... you're really giving it to me? You're not kidding, are you?"

Upon hearing this, the Empress smiled, her red lips curving upwards, her peach blossom eyes glistening with tears. She extended her slender finger and gently poked his forehead.

"Little fool~"

Her voice was sweet and charming, with a soft, gentle Shanghai accent:

"Would your aunt lie to you?"

"Since Auntie likes you so much... naturally she'll give you her seed~"

"Is it a deal?"

Ji Zuodao was still uneasy and craned his neck to confirm.

"What is done cannot be taken back."

The Empress nodded with a smile, her fingertips already restlessly sliding to Ji Zuodao's collar.

Ji Zuodao's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes struggled for three seconds, and finally he lowered his head as if resigned to his fate.

"Then... let's go to the bathroom."

He lowered his voice and glanced towards the living room, his meaning clear—there are still people here!

Qiqi blinked her big eyes curiously, Doggy's ears were perked up like antennas, and although the little fox was pretending to be dead, the tip of its tail was twitching, clearly eavesdropping...

If this were broadcast live...

How can Ji Zuodao possibly live a decent life in Jinghai after this?!

"Sure!"

The Empress readily complied with a smile, but her hands were anything but hesitant. Grabbing Ji Zuodao by the back of the neck, she dragged him towards the bathroom as if he were an unwilling kitten.

"Hey! Auntie! Auntie! Don't be in such a hurry!"

Ji Zuodao was dragged along, staggering, still making a final, desperate attempt to protest:

"Let's get this straight! No roughhousing!"

"I don't mind! I'm just worried about my aunt! I'm afraid she'll get tired!"

He tried to demonstrate his good character of "being considerate of his elders" by offering some tea ceremony.

The empress turned her head, glanced at him sideways, her red lips curving into a smile, her voice soft and alluring:

"It's alright~"

"Auntie Fulei~"

She leaned close to Ji Zuodao's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, and uttered the same old words that made Ji Zuodao's legs go weak:

There's a saying...

"Only by becoming a 'shatoo' cow..."

"The field wasn't damaged by plowing~"

Ji Zuo said: "..."

His eyes darkened.

It’s over.

Tonight, I'm afraid I'll go in upright and come out sideways.

With the bathroom door just inches away, those familiar, spine-chilling memories began to assault him…

"Okay, I admit it! I chickened out!"

"Auntie! Please...please be gentle!"

"I'm really afraid of pain!"

The empress paused.

She turned around and looked at Ji Zuodao's handsome face, which was filled with "weak, pitiful, and cowardly".

A subtle, almost imperceptible tenderness flashed in her peach blossom eyes.

But soon, it was overwhelmed by that usual, lazy, and playful smile.

She curled her red lips into a smile, then extended her fingertip and lightly flicked Ji Zuodao's forehead as if in disgust.

The words that came out carried a familiar intimacy, a sense of "accept your fate."

"Tsk."

Look at your tone of voice!

"Virtue~"

"Bang."

The bathroom door closed gently in Ji Zuodao's despairing gaze.

It blocked the curious gazes from the outside.

Outside.

Qiqi tilted her little head, staring at the closed bathroom door, her adorable eyes filled with confusion:

"What are my brother and aunt doing inside?"

Dog-Grandpa grinned. "You'll understand when you grow up."

With a soft "click," the bathroom door closed behind me.

In the cramped space, only the two of them remained, along with the dim, warm light overhead, casting an ambiguous, yellowish glow in the misty steam.

Ji Zuodao's back was pressed against the cold tiles. He was about to take a deep breath to prepare himself when a red shadow flashed before his eyes—

The Empress has already posted it.

Those jade-like hands, painted with bright red nail polish, reached directly towards the hem of his work vest with an irresistible force and an impatient air.

"Ouch! Auntie! Be gentle! Be gentle!"

Ji Zuodao frantically tried to stop him, pleading for mercy repeatedly, his expression resembling that of a virtuous man cornered against a wall, determined to defend his last piece of clothing:

"This, this is my new one! It's from Jeanswest! They had a 20% discount! It's only 35.8 yuan! I'll take it off myself! I'll do it myself!"

"laugh--"

Upon hearing this, the Empress curled her red lips, her peach blossom eyes filled with undisguised disdain, but her hands didn't stop moving in the slightest. Her fingertips hooked the edge of her vest and gently lifted it—

"Sizzle—"

The crisp sound of fabric tearing was especially clear in the quiet bathroom.

"Thirty-five yuan and eight jiao?"

The empress tossed the pitiful half-piece of fabric, printed with a faded cartoon skull, between her fingertips and casually tossed it into the water-stained sink, her tone utterly nonchalant, as if she had torn a piece of toilet paper rather than a garment.

"So what if it's bad?"

"The Ming Dynasty aunt will compensate you with ten items~"

"Chanel's new collection, is it ready?"

As she spoke, she reached out and tugged at his waistband again.

Ji Zuodao was truly anxious this time, pressing his trousers tightly, his face flushed red, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

"It's not about the money! Auntie! Take it easy! Hold back! And besides, you don't need to take your underwear off!"

"Enough with the nonsense~"

The Empress clearly had lost patience with his rambling on about "protecting public property."

Her red lips curved into a smile, and the hand that had been resting on his waist suddenly tightened, pulling him sharply into her embrace—

"Oh my god!"

Ji Zuodao felt an overwhelming force that he could not resist. He stumbled and fell forward involuntarily, crashing solidly into a warm and fragrant place.

The scent lingering around my nose was the Empress's unique, rich fragrance, a blend of peach blossoms and a certain cool, subtle aroma.

The next instant, a cool and smooth jade hand skillfully slipped into his open collar and caressed his well-defined collarbone.

With a jolt of electricity, my fingertips slowly and deliberately caressed the hollow of my collarbone.

It was as if they were admiring, measuring, and evaluating a delicacy about to be eaten.

Immediately, the empress leaned forward slightly and buried her stunningly beautiful face in the crook of his neck, which was forced open.

I took a deep breath.

"hiss--"

The sound was long, satisfied, and carried an almost greedy quality.

Immediately, a voice, a blend of pleasure and sighs, alluring and seductive, vibrated against the skin of his neck:

"Tsk..."

"It smells so good..."

"The blood and energy nurtured by your body... are incredibly potent..."

"Aunt……"

"I can't take it anymore..."