A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Warmth Night …

Yue Lan sit quietly under the warm lantern light. Her silver robe shimmered faintly as she looked at Li Feng, eyes calm, distant. The same eyes that had stunned him years ago when he first saw her in the sect square.

Yue Lan said nothing at first.

Her golden eyes dropped to the table again, as if weighing something beyond just the offer. The air in the room felt heavier than before, thick with silence and breath.

“I never thought I’d agree to something like this,” she finally said.

Her voice wasn’t shaking. It was calm cold, even. Like someone stating the result of a calculation.

“But this isn’t a losing deal.”

“This body is just a vessel,” she said, voice cold but not harsh. “I wouldn’t agree to something like this normally, but the spirit stones matter is more urgent right now.”

She paused.

“To you, this might mean something,” she added. “But to me, it’s a fair exchange. This body is just a vessel. The Dao is the only path worth chasing.”

Li Feng nodded, forcing himself to keep his face straight. “I understand.”

But inside?

He was burning.

She stood up and walked toward the bed, every step slow and soundless. Her robe clung to her figure like morning mist over mountain curves, gliding over her waist, hugging the soft swell of her peach, and rising slightly with each graceful step.

When she reached the bed, she sat, facing him. Composed. Straight-backed. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulder, resting across the pale slope of her chest.

Li Feng moved like a starving man chasing the last dream in his life. He sat beside her, heart hammering in his chest. She didn’t look at him, didn’t speak, just waited.

His hand reached out.

At first, he only touched her through the robe. His palm landed gently atop the silk that covered her proud jade, and even with the cloth between them, the warmth made his fingers tremble. The shape, the weight, the softness it was better than any fantasy he’d ever tortured himself with.

He caressed them slowly, reverently. His fingers moved in circles, then kneaded gently, then firmly, shaping them like clay, flattening them and watching how they rose again under pressure. He couldn’t stop. The feel of her jade in his palm was addictive.

And still, Yue Lan did nothing.

Her face was expressionless. Eyes half-lidded, lips still. Her breathing never changed. Like his groping hands meant nothing. Like her body wasn’t even hers.

Li Feng leaned in closer, his nose brushing her neck. He inhaled deeply, almost rudely.

That cold blossom scent again.

And beneath it… her body’s warmth.

He drank it in like a pervert. “Senior Sister Yue…” he muttered, voice thick with heat. “You’re so beautiful…”

His hands moved lower, past her waist, to the round shape of her peach. He squeezed gently, then harder, fingers sinking into the soft, flawless flesh through the robe.

Still nothing.

She simply let him do as he pleased.

He reached for the sash at her waist and pulled.

The knot slipped loose.

The robe opened with a gentle shift, sliding down her shoulders, slipping from her chest, baring her jade completely to his greedy eyes.

He froze.

Then exhaled, long and shaking.

Her skin was smooth as polished moonstone. Pale and perfect. Her jade was full, perfectly shaped, soft but firm, like they had been crafted by heaven’s own sculptor. Her waist dipped delicately, her peach curved out gently, and nestled between her thighs… the soft entrance to her water cave waited, untouched and quiet.

Li Feng stared for a long moment, then reached out and cupped her soft jade again, this time with nothing between them. He squeezed harder, kneading both with hands that trembled from desire. He shaped them, lifted them, watched them bounce gently with each motion of his wrist.

His dragon was throbbing wildly and stood upright now beneath his robe.

He stood slightly, undid his own sash, and his dragon sprang free, tall, firm, leaking heat and desire. He moved slowly, hungrily, positioning himself over her as she lay back against the bed.

Her golden eyes clear of desire stared past him into space, into nothing.

Even now, as he hovered above her, breathing like a beast, hands full of her soft jade… she didn’t look at him with any emotion , for her this is like another meditation session.

To him?

It was everything.

He pressed himself slowly against her cave, breath shaking, grin curling on his lips.

His dragon pushed forward and slid inside.

Warm. Wet. Heavenly.

His hips began to move, clumsy at first, then faster, like a monkey finally let out of its cage. His breath turned wild, guttural. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His hands kept groping, grabbing, reshaping her jade with every movement, as if afraid she might vanish.

Yue Lan lay beneath him, silent, letting her body move along with the force. Her eyes half-closed, watching the man with the detached look of one beyond mortal desire.

But Li Feng was drowning.

His breath came faster, harsher. His hips rocked desperately, each movement sending ripples through Yue Lan’s soft curves, her jade bouncing under his greedy hands like twin moons rising and falling in a quiet night sky.

His fingers kneaded those jade peaks relentlessly, shaping, pressing, squeezing them as if they were the only reality left to grasp. The warmth of her skin, the softness beneath his palms, the delicate weight, it was intoxicating. Every bounce, every subtle shift sent sparks racing through his veins.

His dragon throbbed and pulsed, wild and insistent, sliding deeper into her water cave, exploring the hidden warmth with a hunger he had held back for decades.

Li Feng’s mind blurred. The world narrowed to the slick sound of movement, the scent of her skin, the feel of her body beneath him, and the rising heat inside himself, a fire no meditation or cultivation could quell.

He lost control.

His hips slammed harder, faster, reckless as a monkey thrown into a tempest.

His hands never left her jade. They kneaded, molded, squeezed, as if desperate to memorize the shape, to make the moment last forever.

Yue Lan lay beneath him, still calm, golden eyes half-closed, occasionally looking toward the moon outside the window gap , her breath calm barely faster than when she meditate. There was no passion. No shame. Just quiet endurance.

To her, this wasn’t pleasure. It was passing time. A moment of transaction.

But to Li Feng…

It was ecstasy.

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Deep into the night

From a quiet, distant perspective, the scene unfolded like a painting of contrasts within this inconspicuous and run down hut.

Hu… hu…

Li Feng’s rough, groan like breaths filled the room, echoing off the wooden walls. His middle-aged, weathered face was flushed and slick with sweat, strands of thinning hair clinging to his forehead. Years of struggle and stagnation showed in every line, yet tonight, desperation and desire drove him beyond all restraint.

Beneath him lay Yue Lan, serene and unmoving like a statue carved from jade and moonlight. Her flawless skin glowed softly in the lantern light, black hair spread around her like a silken river. Her golden eyes were half-lidded, distant yet calm, as if this moment was nothing more than a passing shadow on her path toward the Dao.

One of her slender legs currently rested lightly on Li Feng’s shoulder, while his rough hand gripped her smooth thigh firmly, the rest of her body moving with the rhythm of his movements, a soft, teasing touch that contrasted with her usual cold composure.

The bed creaked softly with each motion, a tender chorus to the fevered rhythm of their union.

Beneath the surface of sweat and breath, beneath the weight of the moment, something had quietly awakened, unseen and unheard by Li Feng, who lost in the overwhelming fire of flesh and longing.

Almost imperceptibly, deep within his mind,

Like a spark caught in dry grass, it burst silently into flame.

[System Awakening… 100%]

A cold, mechanical voice whispered inside his mind.

But Li Feng was lost.

He didn’t notice.

Not yet.