A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World

Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Seven Days of “Cultivation Assistance”

(Also known as: Li Feng’s Favorite Training Plan)

After gifting her the Sword, and plan to help push her toward the peak of 9th Realm, Yue Lan’s resistance softened noticeably. She didn’t outright agree to anything but she also never refused his invitations to stay longer.

And now, in the quiet intimacy of his room, Yue Lan half-dressed and flushed, was seated on top of him.

Her graceful waist moved in slow, controlled motions, swaying gently as if trying to find the right rhythm. Each shift of her hips made the light fabric of her robe flutter around her thighs, revealing pale skin beneath.

“Mhm” She bit her lip, brows faintly furrowed, trying to suppress the strange mix of tension and pleasure that came from the movements she initiated herself.

Below her, Li Feng lay sprawled on his back, arms folded behind his head in utter relaxation. His eyes drank in the sight before him—her cold, aloof expression trembling slightly with effort, her proud figure, and pair of swaying jade softly moving with involuntary allure.

Feeling the heavenly sensation tightening around his “little brother,” his lips curled into a lazy smirk.

“Ahh… yes, Senior Sister,” Li Feng drawled lazily, arms folded behind his head as his gaze lingered on her swaying waist. “I can already feel my spirit tension melting away… Truly, you’re an invaluable partner, in every sense of the word.”

Yue Lan didn’t reply. She only bit the inside of her lip, her cold eyes half-lidded, face calm even as her breath occasionally hitched. The movement wasn’t sensual in her mind — it was cultivation. At least, that’s what she told herself. Still, her cheeks carried a faint flush.

Li Feng let his fingers trace idle patterns near her knee.

“Starting tomorrow, let’s make things more… planned,” he said.

Yue Lan’s misty gaze struggled to focus on him, her breath uneven. However, her hips never faltered, moving with a slow, sensual rhythm that betrayed her increasing familiarity with each sway.

“Until the tournament start, You can cultivate and refine pills in the morning and noon just like usual ,” he continued, eyes on her swaying waist, “and I’ll do the same. We don’t disturb each other during those hours. Simple.”

“…And in the evening?”

“Ah.” He smiled. “Evening is for helping me.”

She hesitated slightly.

“Senior Sister,” he said, voice softening into a tone almost respectful — almost. “You’ve seen it yourself. When I refine flawless grade pills too much, my qi circulation grows… unstable. Tense. Blocked.”

Li Feng leaned up slightly, his breath warm against her collarbone. “So that’s why at nightfall…” he gave her a slow, hidden lewd smile, “I’ll need your full cooperation.The advance mortal technique are very delicate—every gesture, every reaction matters. For it to work, I need to have your full cooperation…”

His hand gently guided her hips into a deeper sway.

“For seven days, we follow this regimen. You’ll rise with the sun to refine your qi, and I’ll rise with… other needs.” He gave her a playful wink. “In return, I promise results. By the end, you’ll touch the peak of the 9th realm. And I’ll be fully… free from the secret technique backlash.”

Yue Lan closed her eyes, trying to maintain composure. But her trembling lashes and flushed cheeks betrayed her.

And still, her hips never stopped moving.

She said nothing, but the thought of getting into those shameless positions again clearly gave her pause.

Li Feng leaned up a little, lips almost brushing her ear. His voice dropped even lower. “It’s not just for me. You’re improving fast, aren’t you? Let’s be honest — our methods are unconventional, but they work. You know it and I know it.”

“…Is that really all ?” she asked quietly.

He didn’t hesitate. “Yea, your full cooperation at night. When I say move, you move. When I say touch, you touch.”

A beat passed.

“And when I say sway,” he whispered, hand tightening slightly at her hip, “you sway.”

Yue Lan’s lips parted, not in protest, but to allow a hot breath to escape. Her eyes met his, as inscrutable as ever, but she made no move to pull away.

After a long silence, she gave a quiet reply:

“…Only at night.”

Li Feng’s pervert grin deepened, pleased beyond words. “Of course,” he said smoothly. “We’re cultivators, after all. Discipline and practice are important.”

His hand slid up her back, cradling her. “Now… let’s continue with this mortal technique of reverse type… I believe you can easily master it today.”

And so began their new “routine.”

Each day started the same: morning relaxation time with her mouth, and sometimes he bothered her a bit more before finally giving her the pills and letting her cultivate. Then Li Feng spent the rest of the time refining more pills, all kinds of rank 1 pills that he could get his hands on, with all of their ingredients.

Yue Lan had already registered for the tournament, while Li Feng chose not to participate. The rewards weren’t worth exposing his hand—he much preferred playing the role of a well-fed leech, clinging to Yue Lan’s thigh and waist—quite literally—while quietly growing stronger in her shadow.

And finally, on the night of day one,

The room was dim, lit only by the flicker of a single candle. Shadows danced across the bed as soft rustles filled the silence, broken only by the steady rhythm of bodies moving.

Yue Lan was on her knees, bent low against the sheets, her bare back arched with practiced elegance. Her robes had long slipped past her shoulders, pooling at her waist, her perfect pair of jade spilling onto the bed, leaving her skin bare to the cool air and Li Feng’s gaze.

Behind her, Li Feng knelt — hands gripping her hips, guiding her swaying body into a perfect, hypnotic rhythm.

Smack… smack… smack…

He let out a soft groan, eyelids heavy with pleasure. Her waist, so smooth and responsive, seemed to move without thought now, rolling and circling in a way that both pleased him and betrayed her silent surrender.

“Ahh…” Li Feng exhaled softly, a smirk playing on his lips as he admired the way her waist moved under his hands, smooth, controlled, almost serene, yet trembling just faintly beneath the surface.

His fingers squeezed slightly. “Senior Sister, this rhythm… you truly possess amazing talent with mortal techniques.”

Yue Lan didn’t reply. Her face was turned to the side, her cheek pressing into the sheets. Her black, silky hair loosely covered her face, revealing a pair of misted eyes half-lidded as she gently bit down on her lower lip.

A quiet “mhm…” slipped from her throat, barely a sound, but enough.

Li Feng chuckled, shamelessly and amused. “Still playing the cold senior sister, even like this?”

His hand slid up her back, fingers spreading across the smooth curve of her spine — then higher, into her hair.

Without warning, he gripped a handful of that silky black hair and gently pulled her head back.

“Let me see your face.”

Yue Lan gasped — not loud, but the sudden tilt of her head exposed the flush creeping up her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered half-open, glazed and unwilling to meet his.

She bit her lip again, but this time, it trembled.

Li Feng leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Perfect. Keep that look. That’s the face of someone releasing all the impurities from her body.”

He held her hair taut for a moment longer, forcing her back into a graceful arch that only made her figure more tempting. His other hand returned to her waist, guiding her deeper and slower, continuing his rhythmic movements.

Smack… smack… smack…

He leaned forward, his chest brushing against her back as he whispered near her ear, “You know, I’ve actually refined my body a little.” Li Feng was referring to his Starforge body, but decided to mask it as general body refinement. “I’ve noticed something curious… My body and … my ’little brother’ have grown a lot stronger.”

As if to prove it, he gave a deliberate hard and control thrust with his hips — slow, deep, unhurried. Yue Lan’s breath hitched. A faint “Nnngh…” escaped her, muffled, suppressed.

Li Feng smiled wider.

“Tomorrow morning,” he murmured, his fingers stroking the curve of her soft waist, “you’ll focus on pill refinement and cultivation, and I’ll handle mine. But at night…”

He gave another firm thrust, this one with a touch more force.

“…Senior Sister, your great assistance is truly appreciated again.”

Yue Lan trembled under him, still silent and composed on the surface. However, her hips never stopped swaying under his movements, never breaking rhythm.

A soft sigh, “haa…”, escaped from her lips, almost imperceptible.

“Oh?” he mused, grip tightening slightly. “Was that a moan, or a sigh?”

He pressed forward once more — deliberate and unhurried. Yue Lan’s fingers clenched the sheets, her lips parting.

Yue Lan neither nodded nor resisted. Her body quivered beneath him, thighs faintly trembling as her lips parted once again.

“Nnnh…”

Li Feng smirked and gently released her hair, watching it tumble back down her shoulders like silk.

“I call this method… Spirit Pressure Release,” he said shamelessly, his fingers trailing along her spine. “It’s very advanced. Only works if the partner’s body is… obedient.”

Another slow thrust elicited another sound from her throat, this one muffled and nearly swallowed.

“Ha… mnh…”

Suddenly, a familiar sensation surged up from his lower abdomen. His grip on her small, delicate waist tightened as he moved her body faster, driven by rising urgency.

“Senior Sister!” he groaned, then releasing his essence deep within her body.

Yue Lan’s golden eyes fluttered open, her breath catching as a sudden heat bloomed deep inside her. A faint shiver ran up her spine, and her fingers clenched the sheets, lips parting in a quiet gasp she couldn’t suppress.

Li Feng exhaled shakily, savoring the wet warmth and incredible tightness that still clung to his little brother. Her hips continued to sway instinctively, as if her body was guiding him to empty every last drop , even without his instruction.

“Good girl,” he whispered, voice low and pleased. “Let it all flow.”

Her response was soft, a soundless breath accompanied by a faint arch of her back.

After a few minutes holding tightly onto her waist, Li Feng’s breathing slowly steadied. His arms remained around her, unwilling to let go just yet, as if savoring the feel of her trembling body molded against his.

Yue Lan, still on all fours, kept her head lowered, eyes half-lidded, lips parted softly. The lingering heat within her made her body feel heavy and flushed, but she didn’t pull away. Her skin prickled under his touch, her breath shallow but steady.

Then, almost naturally, her hips gave a slow, subtle sway.

Li Feng’s grip tightened slightly once more, a familiar smirk curling his lips as he moved in sync with her again, slower now, more indulgent, as if both of them were sinking into a trance of flesh, and soft candlelight.

Smack… smack… smack…

The sensual rhythm resumed, slow and steady.

The night wasn’t over.

Only the sounds of a man groaning and a woman suppressing gasp, with flesh colliding, continued to fill the deep night.

This was just day one, and Li Feng was already looking forward to the rest.