These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"Waaah..."

It emitted a sound like a mournful cry.

She hesitated, but at that moment Wei Tu had already released his hand, seemingly handing over all the initiative to the girl.

This smiling gaze that scrutinized her made Ye Bingluan feel like she had nowhere to hide.

Everything about her would be exposed to this boy.

Every movement felt restricted, which was not a pleasant feeling. It seemed to require immense courage for anyone and was a great humiliation.

But it was precisely this act of shattering his usual status, this audacity that made people uneasy just thinking about it, that brought an extraordinary thrill.

It was as if she were becoming a toy that this young man could play with at will; for an empress, this was an unprecedented experience of humiliation.

Things tend to reverse when they reach an extreme; often, things will change imperceptibly once a certain point is reached.

Her hesitation didn't last long; the other person's slightly expectant gaze seemed to be the final catalyst, the driving force that gave her the courage and the drive to go all out.

The strapless top, which tightly hugged her delicate pink body, gradually slipped out of its original position.

With most of it exposed to the air, the last vestige of shame is not to remove it entirely.

But it is precisely this slightly shy and reserved demeanor that makes the beauty of a woman half-concealing her face fully revealed.

The hazy, indistinct beauty lies in the half-hidden, half-revealed state; otherwise, why would I love the mountain mist, or why would I love the green waters that embrace the green hills?

It was as if a grand white snowfall had arrived in early spring, with blooming flowers and snow-covered landscapes appearing in the same scene.

It was indeed difficult to be patient; even a young man accustomed to seeing stunning beauties was finding it hard to resist.

Sitting on the table, Ye Bingluan possessed a terrifyingly charming demeanor; her innate allure was irresistible.

The boy couldn't help but reach out his hand.

"what……"

Then Ye Bingluan let out an unbearably sweet voice, which made her feel numb to the bone.

"You truly are a good disciple; I haven't spoiled you for nothing."

Wei Tu lowered his head slightly and moved closer again, his breath lashing against her cheeks.

As if unable to bear the boy's two-pronged approach, Ye Bingluan tilted her head slightly and squinted her eyes, her breath seeming to become a signal of demand.

"But you're a bad master... Waaah, bad~"

He was even subtly provoking her; he was no longer satisfied with simply tormenting her.

The massage, with its varying pressure and pace, alternates between slight pain and a comfortable sensation... as if dancing on my sensitive nerves.

Who says that only painting, calligraphy, and poetry constitute art? This is an art form based on human instinct.

She kissed the boy's face haphazardly, but his body pressed her further and further back until her entire body was lying on the table.

The once-noble dragon robe had become like a tablecloth, haphazardly placed beneath him, its disheveled attempt to conceal nothing.

He could even easily grasp his slender waistline.

His chest pressed down on hers, making her feel his body covering hers, as if it were trying to embed itself into her body.

Wei Tu squinted at the woman whose cheeks were flushed.

"It's a pity, I've never been a kind person, I've always been this bad. Do you regret it now?"

The woman, provoked by the other party's words, narrowed her eyes, bravely raised her head, and bit his lip, not too hard, not too softly.

More than anything, there's an unshakeable, ambiguous, and alluring feeling.

She released her lips.

"Your worst trait isn't any of that... it's that people know you're bad and have ill intentions, yet they still can't refuse you..."

Wei Tu smiled, his lips brushing against her delicate lips.

Then, following the route downwards, they passed through quite skillfully.

A little bit of moisture seeped into the young woman who was noble as an empress.

Ye Bingluan no longer needed to suppress her emotions. Before the other party arrived, she had already dispersed the people around her, even the patrolling imperial guards.

There's absolutely no need for that. With her current strength, even ordinary assassins can't get close to her. If some cultivator were to come... well, what about this young man?

He always gave himself an immense sense of security, but if the relationship between the two of them only needed this sense of security, it would be a misguided approach.

She is not the kind of woman who would bow down to circumstances; if there is no genuine feeling, she would rather have nothing at all.

This incurable fondness seems to fill all the anxieties.

She exaggeratedly raised her head, her snow-white neck curving slightly in a beautiful arc.

As the other person's hand rested on her waist, her waistline arched upwards.

It goes without saying how embarrassing this attitude is to onlookers, but often those involved are blinded by their own perspective... or even become obsessed.

At this moment, it seems that all they are thinking about is cooperating with the other party's actions, and all rationality and soberness have been thrown to the back of their minds.

Don't reject the happiness right in front of you because of something insignificant.

Life is short, so seize the day and enjoy life to the fullest – that’s the truth.

Upon closer reflection, perhaps morality and ethics are products that only existed after the birth of human society.

But removing all of these and returning to one's most primal nature—the pursuit of survival, the pursuit of happiness, the pursuit of a little joy amidst the hardships of those long days—that is the most basic instinct.

Ye Bingluan could already feel herself getting wet.

How long will this long night last? How intense will this ambiguous and alluring atmosphere be?

She felt it wasn't long enough, and it wasn't intense enough.

In the end, all she could do was hold the boy's head tightly, her fingers running through his black hair.

He made random, meaningless moans.

“Wei Tu…Wei Tu…”

She couldn't help but call out his name, like a drowning person on the verge of death calling out the name of the most important person in their life.

Then he heard the boy's voice not far away, his breathing slightly heavy.

"Call me Master..."

It was as if I was infected by such emotions.

Ye Bingluan raised her legs high, then tensed her calves, as if a dance had reached its most important moment.

"Master...a little more...a little harder..."

43. May you have sweet dreams every day (Happy Lunar New Year's Eve!)

No matter how beautiful the stars are at night, they cannot compare to the delicate image of the woman breathing heavily on the desk in the imperial study.

It was as if he had no strength left.

Even her open eyes looked so dreamy; she must have been even more beautiful than the stars in the sky.

The young empress, seemingly unaware of her surroundings, could only savor the lingering afterglow of what had just happened.

Satisfied, yet a little regretful...

Why haven't I reached the Dragon Slayer Realm yet?

So much so that I always feel like something's missing. Although I've never experienced it myself, I can roughly imagine that it must be an extremely satisfying feeling, since that's what those books say...

Although it was a bit embarrassing, Ye Bingluan did do it. She specifically sought out some "forbidden books," some "collections" that were not favored by those literary talents, to learn about them beforehand.

These books are written in great detail, to the point that Ye Bingluan feels like she's already a 'master craftswoman'.

Simply put, Ye Bingluan felt that there was nothing she couldn't do. Her so-called feelings seemed a bit exaggerated, but it didn't matter. She felt that she was no longer afraid or daunted, and was even ready at any time.

But when things actually happened, something still seemed off.

She didn't experience much of the sensations described in the books, but what she did experience was a completely different tactile sensation.

It felt like floating on clouds, yet also like being on the verge of falling off a cliff at any moment.

Tension, excitement, and pleasure all fermented almost simultaneously.

In the end, it all mixed up into an indescribable feeling.

Wei Tu was in no better shape.

I came down to the mortal realm for no reason... and it had to turn out like this. The key is the fat meat in front of me... it's so delicious and tempting, but I just can't touch it anymore.

After all, he came here to help Ye Bingluan break through to the Dragon Slayer Realm. If he couldn't hold back now, it would be tantamount to wasting all his previous efforts.

But the scene still ended up in this mess. She had her fill of pleasure and was practically out of her mind.

He held it in until his face turned red, and it took him a long time to calm down.

Seeing Ye Bingluan still naked and disheveled, the young man picked up her dragon robe that had fallen to the ground for her, looking rather annoyed.

"Hurry up and put it on..."

Their breathing was somewhat heavy, and the feelings that they had managed to suppress seemed to be about to resurface.

Ye Bingluan lazily raised her head, glanced at the dragon robe she was wearing, and then frowned and said, "Ugh... it's all wet, don't wear it."

The woman seemed not to have fully realized how the dragon robe had gotten wet.

Wei Tu said irritably, "You have the nerve to say that? Don't you even think about how it got wet?"

"How did it get wet... Oh right, how did it get wet... Ah!"

Only now did Ye Bingluan regain her previous shyness and reserve. For a woman, especially one who has never been with a man, it is only natural that once the passion fades, she will start to think about those shameful things she did before.

For example, one's own shouting, convulsions, or even spasms.

She covered her face, because there was nowhere left on her body to cover herself.

After all, there was quite a bit of skin showing, and she only had two hands; any smart person would choose to cover their face.

Wei Tu couldn't help but laugh. Ye Bingluan, her cheeks flushed red, didn't dare to peek at the boy through her fingers. She could only say indignantly, "Stop laughing! How dare you laugh? It's all your fault! Go get me some clothes!"