Chapter 167: Whoa, Computer Parts!
It really feels too good to be true.
These two sisters are simply professionals. Especially after they smeared some kind of essential oil on themselves, the massage became indescribably enjoyable.
Every inch of skin their fingertips caressed made Sang Zhe feel like he was about to moan.
After half an hour of this, Sang Zhe really couldn’t take it anymore and begged:
“Sisters, just tell me what you want, and I’ll agree to anything. Just let me go!”
“Not yet.”
Qiu Ju and Chun Lan exchanged glances and suddenly smiled, “Young Master Sang can’t go back to his room yet.”
Sang Zhe: “?”
What does that mean?
Is there a demon in my room?
But if I don’t go back soon, I might turn into a demon myself.
And what on earth did these sisters use? Sang Zhe felt inexplicably hot all over after they applied that oil.
This made him more vigilant.
These two sisters aren’t planning to give me some kind of computer parts, are they?
If I don’t agree to them, will they just drug me and take matters into their own hands?
That’s not okay.
I’m still pure, I can’t just let it end here.
Struggling against dizziness, Sang Zhe forced himself to get up amidst the sisters’ gasps, shaking his head:
“No, I really need to go back. If I stay any longer, it won’t be just an ordinary massage anymore.”
Wrapping himself in a towel, he stumbled toward the exit.
Qiu Ju was planning to stop him.
But as soon as he got up, both sisters were so startled and embarrassed that they could only cover their eyes in blush.
A moment later, they dared to peek through a crack in their fingers, watching the towel-wrapped Sang Zhe stagger out.
“Oh no, what now? Young Master Sang is going over there!” Qiu Ju said, flustered.
“What can we do? You’re too scared to stop him.”
Chun Lan felt both embarrassed and angry, and spat at his retreating figure from afar.
“Ugh, that stinky lecher.”
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Not long after he left, Sang Zhe felt extremely thirsty, suspicion growing in his mind.
“Nian Nian, what did those sisters put on me?”
Nian Nian didn’t respond.
“Nian Nian?”
“Does it matter what they put on you?” After a long pause, Nian Nian’s voice came drifting in, “After all, the host seems to be enjoying it quite a bit, huh?”
“Enjoyment is one thing, but they can’t just take advantage of me like this!”
Sang Zhe shook his head, “I’m still an independently functioning adult male, the annual performance champion of the Punishment Department of the Demon Cultivators.”
“If word gets out that I was drugged and forced by two little girls, how will I ever live that down?”
Tch. Nian Nian made a barely audible tsk sound.
“I just don’t get what Gu姐姐 is thinking, letting these two girls run wild like this.”
Sighing, Sang Zhe made his way to his room’s door.
Suddenly, he froze.
The door was ajar.
As he hesitantly prepared to push it open, a voice from inside suddenly rang out, mingled with surprise and shyness:
“Don’t—don’t come in! Wait a bit longer!”
With a loud bang, the door closed on its own.
Leaving Sang Zhe, towel-clad, dumbfounded in the hallway.
…Uh.
That voice just now.
If he wasn’t mistaken…
Could that be… Gu姐姐’s?
Sang Zhe suddenly felt a bad premonition rise in his heart.
After a while, the door slowly cracked open, and a timid voice emerged from inside:
“Come—come in…”
Sang Zhe swallowed, slowly pushing the door open.
Upon entering, the entire room had transformed dramatically.
Red curtains and incense, layers upon layers of reality and illusion.
Dim and ambiguous light filled the space, and a sweet fragrance invaded his senses, making him even more dizzy.
Sang Zhe struggled to part the layers of the red curtains and finally saw a woman kneeling on the bed.
Gu Yingmian was wearing a sheer white nightgown.
Thin and obscure, it delicately covered her tempting curves, while the hem flowed like blossoming white flowers on the bed, pure and ethereal.
Her long eyelashes fluttered gently, her lips looking particularly fresh and plump, as if she had just tinted them.
Her hair cascaded down her back, faintly exuding a floral scent.
The nightgown exposed her smooth arms, which hung nervously in front of her, fidgeting with her fingers.
Sang Zhe was bewildered.
What is this? A wedding night?
Why so sudden? Didn’t they have a ceremony?
In the gap between the bedding, Gu Yingmian, with her beautiful eyes shimmering, shyly lowered her gaze and whispered:
“Young Master Sang, why are you still standing there like a fool…?”
“I…” Sang Zhe struggled to swallow.
“Gu姐姐, what is all this?”
“It’s a special arrangement made just for you.”
Her fair cheeks tinged with a hint of pink as she sweetly said, “Brother… don’t you like it?”
Who wouldn’t like a big sister in a sultry bridal gown looking all bashful and sweetly speaking to you?
Sang Zhe just found it a bit sudden.
After all, it felt a bit rushed from their confession to this point.
But looking at it from another angle.
For someone like Gu Yingmian, a lonely sword fairy for over a hundred years.
Perhaps the passage of time holds little meaning.
From the moment she decided to devote herself to one person for a lifetime.
She had already prepared to give everything to that person.
Seeing Sang Zhe still staring at her in fascination, Gu Yingmian couldn’t help but blush more fiercely, whispering:
“Don’t—don’t stare… it’s embarrassing.”
Sang Zhe felt the effects of the oil intensifying.
He couldn’t take Gu Yingmian’s irresistibly charming shyness.
But in the end, his rationality kicked in as he took a deep breath and quietly asked:
“Gu姐姐, have you thought this through? We could always save this for our wedding day.”
Gu Yingmian hesitated for a moment before slowly shaking her head.
“I… can’t wait any longer.”
“Not even a second longer.”
She slowly raised her gaze, her dreamy and misty eyes flashing with longing: “That day, we only kissed on the cheek, and afterwards, I still couldn’t help but blush and my heart raced for a long time.”
“Since then, I keep thinking.”
“I want to do more things with you, Brother.”
Kissing. Embracing.
Whispering sweet nothings. Entwining.
“I really want that.”
“I want you to teach me more, the things that belong between lovers…”
Her voice became softer as she spoke.
Yet her beautiful eyes sparkled with increasing anticipation.
Sang Zhe’s rationality began to crumble under her shy gaze.
Forget it.
I can’t hold back anymore.
Although being drugged feels pretty embarrassing.
But hey, she’s a supreme sword fairy.
Even if she really forces me, I can’t do anything, right?
With that comforting thought, suddenly, Sang Zhe felt much more at ease.
Then, he watched Gu Yingmian bashfully open her arms towards him, her face flushed.
“Won’t you… come over to your sister’s side?” Her eyes were moist, full of endearing shyness.
Well then.
I won’t hold back.
