Fairy, please don't do this!

The gray silk foot had already clung to Gu Jinzhao's calf, and like ivy, it quietly moved up to his thigh.

The warm, thin silk soles of his feet massaged his firm thighs in an intimate way, bringing waves of tingling warmth.

Her other silk-clad foot obediently slipped into his palm, her delicate toes gently rubbing against his hand, as if inviting him to play with it to his heart's content.

"My wife is getting better and better at understanding how to manipulate people's hearts."

Gu Jinzhao took the opportunity to grasp the gray silk jade foot, his thumb gently stroking the beautiful curve of the arch, experiencing its suppleness and elasticity.

My fingertips involuntarily pressed against the tips of my toes, which were painted with deep purple nail polish. The edges of the nails were smooth and slightly cool, a sensation different from that of the stockings.

In the candlelight, five jade toes, round and full like pearls, came into view through the gray silk, like purple orchids blooming in the night, their beauty beyond compare.

"Does that mean you've won over your husband's heart?"

An Wanxi's smile became even more charming and alluring, her two gray silk-clad feet pressed against his thighs, like a pair of serpents swimming upstream.

Gu Jinzhao's heart raced: "Isn't this a rhetorical question?"

"I just wanted to make sure my husband was not in a state of turmoil."

An Wanxi's beautiful, peach-blossom eyes, brimming with tenderness and charm, gazed at him closely, their fragrance like orchids wafting across his face.

Gu Jinzhao's gaze fell on those full, luscious red lips, and his breathing quickened slightly.

An Wanxi leaned forward slightly: "Want a kiss?"

Without hesitation, Gu Jinzhao captured those soft lips with his own.

"Hmm~"

An Wanxi let out a soft moan, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and gently returned his kiss.

At first, it was like spring petals falling into water, warm and sweet as honey.

It then gradually transformed into blazing flames, enveloping his body and soul.

Gu Jinzhao freely absorbed the aura that belonged to An Wanxi.

It possessed both a mature and alluring charm, as well as a maternal allure aroused by the elixir, making him linger and reluctant to leave.

This kiss was incredibly tender!

They only reluctantly parted when they felt suffocated by each other.

An Wanxi's cheeks flushed slightly as she looked down at him: "My little husband, besides kissing me, don't you want to do anything else?"

Gu Jinzhao pursed her lips, seemingly lingering on the feeling of maternal love she had just experienced: "Then let's try the effects of the Xuanpin Buyuan Pill."

"That's too monotonous."

"How about we have Miao Nu dance to liven things up?"

An Wanxi turned her head to the side, her lips slightly parted, and her pearly teeth bit his earlobe.

At the same time, the soles of the two gray silk jade feet faced each other and gradually closed together.

Gu Jinzhao's body stiffened slightly: "Miao Nu is here?"

"We should be there soon."

An Wanxi gave a soft "hmm," and her warm lips kissed her way down his neck, leaving behind a series of bright red lip prints.

As soon as he finished speaking, the restrictions in the room were triggered, and a visible ripple spread through the void.

An Wanxi waved her sleeve and opened the window, and a graceful figure drifted into the room like a falling leaf.

The woman was exceptionally beautiful and elegant, still dressed in a plain white monk's robe. Her crystal-clear eyes revealed a cold and aloof demeanor; she was none other than Miao Tan.

She clasped her hands together and said calmly, "Miaonu greets Master and Mistress."

"Take off your clothes and dance."

An Wanxi gave the order, but did not use the [Immortal Control Spell] to forcibly control her.

This was obviously done intentionally!

After all, if this has to be controlled by the [Immortal Control Spell], then it's like a puppet, devoid of any humanity.

What use is such a female slave?

She also believed that after this period of training, Miao Nu would no longer be as ungrateful as before.

"Yes!"

Miao Tan pursed her lips, her slender fingers untying the sash of her plain white monk's robe, revealing the scene beneath.

He was not wearing any undergarments, only a thin gray gauze monk's skirt.

Beneath the gossamer-thin fabric, her delicate collarbones, full breasts, and flat stomach appeared hazy and dreamlike.

On both sides of the double-slit skirt, long, fair legs were also wrapped in ice silk gray silk, the silk shimmering and creating a hazy, holy effect.

This style of dress is exactly the same as An Wanxi's.

However, the two have completely different temperaments.

An Wanxi is alluring and voluptuous, like a captivating and seductive Bodhisattva.

Miao Tan is pure and aloof, like a female Buddha who has inadvertently fallen into the mortal world, her beauty exuding an alluring, ascetic charm.

After removing her outer robe, Miao Tan stood there, her body slightly stiff, looking rather at a loss.

An Wanxi leaned against the headboard, not urging him, but instead whispered in her husband's ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "Now you know why I wore this monk's robe, don't you, my little husband?"

Gu Jinchao's gaze lingered on the two women, and he couldn't help but sigh, "I feel like I've fallen into a Buddhist paradise in the mortal world. The female bodhisattvas and Buddhist nuns are all alluring enchantresses."

An Wanxi traced circles on his chest with her slender, white fingers, and smiled softly, "What does it matter if I'm a fairy, as long as my little husband likes me?"

Miao Tan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed the humiliation and anger in her heart, and began to dance.

At first, the movements were a bit clumsy, but they quickly became smooth.

The dance is neither vulgar nor ostentatious, but rather a dance imbued with the essence of Buddhism.

Her arms stretched out like a blooming lotus, her waist twisted in a way that embodied Zen, and her toes touched the ground as if she were stepping on a lotus platform.

Even in such revealing attire, her dance still exudes a profound sense of sanctity, a mark left by years of Buddhist practice that cannot be concealed by outward clothing.

As she danced, the grey gauze fluttered, revealing glimpses of her fair skin and graceful curves. Her jade-like legs, encased in grey silk, traced beautiful arcs in the air.

The embroidered shoes had disappeared at some point, revealing a pair of delicate silk feet that sometimes rose on tiptoe and sometimes stretched out, their arches forming a crescent-shaped curve.

Miao Tan's expression remained detached and indifferent, as if she were praying devoutly before the Buddha, rather than dancing in front of people while dressed in revealing clothes.

This contrast between purity and allure captivated Gu Jinzhao's gaze, making it impossible for him to look away.

"This is the first surprise I've prepared for my little husband."

"While enjoying the dance, I also experience my motherly love."

An Wanxi withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to hug her little husband.

Gu Jinzhao took a deep breath, his nose filled with a rich, warm fragrance: "I'm sorry to have troubled my wife."

"Hasn't my little husband also gone to great lengths for me?"

An Wanxi gazed at him tenderly, her slender white fingers touching the back of his head, indicating that he could now experience her maternal love.

Gu Jinzhao didn't act coy and slowly raised his head.

The lights flickered, and a Buddhist nun dressed in a revealing monastic robe continued to dance, seemingly to entertain the two men.

The air was filled with a mixture of purity and sensuality, maternal love and lust, perfectly intertwined, weaving a tapestry of worldly desires that would make one sink into its depths...

? Chapter 288, The Humiliation of the Buddha Girl [Part 1] (3K)

The warm candlelight flickered, creating a rich and full ripple, and a fragrant aroma filled the air.

An Wanxi cupped the moon with her left hand and gently stroked the back of Gu Jinzhao's head with her right, gazing at him with seductive eyes: "My little husband, can you feel how strong my maternal love is?"

Gu Jinzhao opened his mouth but didn't say a word, clearly already engrossed in it.

Seeing how much he longed for that maternal love, An Wanxi's cheeks flushed red, and the maternal glow in her beautiful eyes grew even stronger. Her five slender fingers gradually disappeared into his hair.

"After taking the Mysterious Female Nourishing Essence Pill, the Tianchi acupoint is blocked by the medicinal effects and needs to be properly unblocked."

"I'm really sorry to trouble you, my little husband!"

"Enjoying the dance while listening to the music is quite a unique experience!" Gu Jinzhao slowly raised his head and let out a long breath.

He lay half-reclined in the arms of the ghost wife, raising his eyes to look at Miao Tan.

The light, misty gray gauze monk's skirt flowed as gracefully as clouds as she twirled and stretched.

The gossamer-thin fabric was almost transparent, clearly outlining her graceful and delicate body.

A slender yet supple waist, a pert and rounded hip line, and long, jade-like legs tightly wrapped in ice silk.

Although she wore revealing clothing, her dance was filled with an ethereal and solemn holiness, like a flying apsara before the Buddha, untouched by the mortal world.

Gu Jinchao looked at her for a moment, then frowned: "Miao Nu's own purity overshadows the allure of her clothes."

"It seems as if we have become her followers."

He could sense that after killing Chanzi, Miaotan's state of mind became increasingly solidified, possessing a transcendent, detached, and formless Buddhist charm.

No longer like before, when a little provocation would bring out their shame, anger, and resentment.

"In front of the masses, she may be a holy and virtuous Buddha, but in front of her young husband, she will always be a slave girl born to please him."

An Wanxi narrowed her alluring peach blossom eyes slightly, pointed her fingers like a sword, and flicked them gently towards Miaotan.

A flash of purple light disappeared in an instant!

The next instant, the hem of the gray gauze monk's robe was ripped open and slid down to her shoulders.

Large swathes of snow-white skin were exposed to the air, gleaming with an alluring honey-colored sheen under the candlelight.

Her full, high, snow-capped peaks were half-hidden, rising and falling with her still-moving dance, as if they were about to break free from the thin gray veil at any moment.

Miao Tan's dance froze for a moment, and a hint of panic finally flashed across her aloof and indifferent beautiful eyes.

She instinctively reached out to pull up her slipping monk's robe, but was interrupted by a soft, charming voice: "Continue dancing."

"Otherwise, I will use the [Immortal Control Spell] to make you remove your clothes~"

Miao Tan suppressed the humiliation in her heart, lightly touched her two gray silk feet, and her graceful body swayed once again.

Gu Jinzhao's gaze fell on the pair of gray silk legs hidden by the light gauze skirt: "She still lacks the demeanor a female slave should have."

"Then let's add fuel to the fire."

An Wanxi smiled lightly, her slender white fingers gently hooking the handle again.

Sizzle—Sizzle—

A few soft tearing sounds echoed in the room.

Suddenly, the ice silkworm ash silk tightly wrapped around Miao Tan's right leg tore open in several jagged cuts, revealing her fair and tender leg flesh.

The intact gray silk contrasts sharply with the snow-white skin exposed by the crack, like an eerie crack blooming on pure snow, full of a destroyed beauty.

In an instant, this sacred dance became several times more sensual and alluring!

Miao Tan's delicate body trembled slightly, and her beautiful and refined face could no longer remain calm, revealing humiliation and indignation.

She never expected that the man and woman would humiliate her like this.

In the past, she would have resisted.

But ever since she experienced the coercion of the [Liuli Kongse Realm], she knew that she would eventually fall into Gu Jinzhao's clutches.

If that's the case, why be so fixated on this wretched physical body?

If one cannot see through one's own physical appearance, how can one transcend the sea of ​​desires in the mortal world?

Thinking of this, Miaotan took a deep breath and continued dancing.

However, the dance at this moment, due to the disheveled clothes, lost some of its sacred and ethereal quality, and gained a kind of cruel beauty that made people itch with desire.

The holy Buddhist nun seemed to have been dragged down to the mortal world, falling into this filthy swamp full of desires, from which she could no longer extricate herself.

Looking at the scene she had personally crafted, An Wanxi's smile grew even more alluring and seductive: "Is this more to my little husband's liking?"

Gu Jinzhao also smiled: "My wife understands me best."