Chapter 2594

Qin Fang was sound asleep, completely unprepared for what was about to happen.

He thought he was dreaming.

In the dream, Chu Yunxuan had come back — and climbed into his bed.

It had been a good while since he'd had any of that, and Qin Fang had been pent up for far too long. His blood was running hot. Chu Yunxuan, for her part, seemed to have been starving for it just as long. The moment his hands found those soft, full peaks, her long, slender legs locked around his waist.

Her soft chest pressed and slid against his, that warm, slick friction stoking the fire higher and higher.

They'd long since grown comfortable with each other in bed. After a bit of easy foreplay that had her exactly where she needed to be, Qin Fang thrust forward — his rock-hard length breaking through and sinking into that tight, wet warmth.

"Mm—?"

Something felt slightly off. He sensed a faint resistance, then a sudden, gripping clench around him that nearly made him lose it right then and there. But Qin Fang was a Grandmaster-level cultivator — his control was iron. He wouldn't release unless he chose to.

He steadied himself and threw himself back into the fray.

Chu Yunxuan had tensed for just a moment, but she eased into it quickly, the tightness in her body gradually melting away. Her soft, pale arms wrapped tight around Qin Fang, as if she wanted to pull him inside her completely.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The battle raged on. Qin Fang pushed hard; she matched every move. He had no idea how long it had gone on — only that she'd crested the peak multiple times, and even he was starting to feel the strain. Finally, he let himself go.

Chu Yunxuan let out a shuddering cry, her whole body trembling violently for a long stretch, every last bit of energy drained from her. She went completely limp, barely able to move a muscle.

"Yunxuan, I didn't know you had this much stamina now. I can't believe you managed to—"

Watching the woman he loved writhe in pleasure and satisfaction — that was every man's greatest thrill. Qin Fang was no exception. He leaned back, pulled her soft body close, and murmured half to himself.

But then—

The words died in his throat. Qin Fang jolted awake, eyes flying open, head snapping toward the figure beside him.

"What the f*ck—"

Even with every effort to contain himself, the profanity still slipped out.

"Helen? What the hell — why is it *you*—"

Qin Fang stared in pure shock. Nothing about this had been anywhere near his expectations. His drowsiness vanished in an instant. Christ. He knew exactly what had happened — he'd slept with Helen thinking she was Chu Yunxuan.

"Oh, relax. You look like you've seen a ghost."

Helen, for her part, wore exhaustion on her face — but beneath it, the flush of pleasure had yet to fully fade. She was clearly still savoring the afterglow. She caught Qin Fang's stunned expression and felt two things at once: delight and annoyance.

Delighted, because she'd finally gotten him into bed.

Annoyed, because of *that look* on his face — as if he'd just woken up next to some hag rather than a stunning half-blood beauty like her. She'd just given him her first time, and this was the face he made? Anyone would be pissed off.

"Fine. We'll just call it a one-night stand. I'm not asking you to take responsibility."

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she got. Helen huffed the words under her breath and threw back the covers, swinging her legs over the side of the bed to leave.

"Hss—"

But just a few hours ago, she'd still been a virgin.

She might have grown up abroad, might have been American, but her personality had always leaned more toward her mother's side — bold on the surface, yet quietly holding a firm line underneath. That had caused more than a few arguments with her father over the years.

The movement pulled sharply at the tenderness between her legs.

She had European blood in her and a naturally strong constitution, but losing her virginity, drawing blood, and then running straight into someone as ferociously relentless as Qin Fang — she'd been taken to the heights of ecstasy, yes, but she'd also taken a beating.

"Stay down."

Qin Fang wasn't about to let her leave. He grabbed her smooth shoulder

...

Qin Fang was sound asleep, completely unprepared for what was about to happen.

He thought he was dreaming.

In the dream, Chu Yunxuan had come back — and climbed into his bed.

It had been a good while since he'd had any of that, and Qin Fang had been pent up for far too long. His blood was running hot. Chu Yunxuan, for her part, seemed to have been starving for it just as long. The moment his hands found those soft, full peaks, her long, slender legs locked around his waist.

Her soft chest pressed and slid against his, that warm, slick friction stoking the fire higher and higher.

They'd long since grown comfortable with each other in bed. After a bit of easy foreplay that had her exactly where she needed to be, Qin Fang thrust forward — his rock-hard length breaking through and sinking into that tight, wet warmth.

"Mm—?"

Something felt slightly off. He sensed a faint resistance, then a sudden, gripping clench around him that nearly made him lose it right then and there. But Qin Fang was a Grandmaster-level cultivator — his control was iron. He wouldn't release unless he chose to.

He steadied himself and threw himself back into the fray.

Chu Yunxuan had tensed for just a moment, but she eased into it quickly, the tightness in her body gradually melting away. Her soft, pale arms wrapped tight around Qin Fang, as if she wanted to pull him inside her completely.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The battle raged on. Qin Fang pushed hard; she matched every move. He had no idea how long it had gone on — only that she'd crested the peak multiple times, and even he was starting to feel the strain. Finally, he let himself go.

Chu Yunxuan let out a shuddering cry, her whole body trembling violently for a long stretch, every last bit of energy drained from her. She went completely limp, barely able to move a muscle.

"Yunxuan, I didn't know you had this much stamina now. I can't believe you managed to—"

Watching the woman he loved writhe in pleasure and satisfaction — that was every man's greatest thrill. Qin Fang was no exception. He leaned back, pulled her soft body close, and murmured half to himself.

But then—

The words died in his throat. Qin Fang jolted awake, eyes flying open, head snapping toward the figure beside him.

"What the f*ck—"

Even with every effort to contain himself, the profanity still slipped out.

"Helen? What the hell — why is it *you*—"

Qin Fang stared in pure shock. Nothing about this had been anywhere near his expectations. His drowsiness vanished in an instant. Christ. He knew exactly what had happened — he'd slept with Helen thinking she was Chu Yunxuan.

"Oh, relax. You look like you've seen a ghost."

Helen, for her part, wore exhaustion on her face — but beneath it, the flush of pleasure had yet to fully fade. She was clearly still savoring the afterglow. She caught Qin Fang's stunned expression and felt two things at once: delight and annoyance.

Delighted, because she'd finally gotten him into bed.

Annoyed, because of *that look* on his face — as if he'd just woken up next to some hag rather than a stunning half-blood beauty like her. She'd just given him her first time, and this was the face he made? Anyone would be pissed off.

"Fine. We'll just call it a one-night stand. I'm not asking you to take responsibility."

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she got. Helen huffed the words under her breath and threw back the covers, swinging her legs over the side of the bed to leave.

"Hss—"

But just a few hours ago, she'd still been a virgin.

She might have grown up abroad, might have been American, but her personality had always leaned more toward her mother's side — bold on the surface, yet quietly holding a firm line underneath. That had caused more than a few arguments with her father over the years.

The movement pulled sharply at the tenderness between her legs.

She had European blood in her and a naturally strong constitution, but losing her virginity, drawing blood, and then running straight into someone as ferociously relentless as Qin Fang — she'd been taken to the heights of ecstasy, yes, but she'd also taken a beating.

"Stay down."

Qin Fang wasn't about to let her leave. He grabbed her smooth shoulder and pressed her firmly back against the mattress, pulled the covers back over her, then fixed her with a sharp look. "Who the hell do you think I am, Helen?"

"I—"

Helen opened her mouth, then closed it again. She had nothing.

"Let me work on you a bit."

Without waiting for her answer, Qin Fang slipped a hand beneath the covers and rested it gently on her smooth lower abdomen. Helen's cheeks flushed crimson immediately, her eyes going soft and hazy with a familiar heat

Okay — Helen's mind had gone somewhere else entirely.

But Qin Fang had no such intentions. Instead of what she'd imagined, a warm current flowed from his palm, passing steadily through her skin and into her core. The soreness and aching she'd felt there eased almost immediately, replaced by a strange, pleasant tingling.

The warmth moved slowly around her lower abdomen. Helen felt her whole body go soft and boneless, her back arching slightly on its own, lips parting — nearly letting out a moan that would've been far too telling.

"There. Done."

Just then, Qin Fang pulled his hand away and said calmly.

"Give it back—"

But Helen was apparently not done. Her small hand reached beneath the covers and found him, closing around him firmly, her voice coming out in a breathless little whimper. That tingling had dragged her right back to where they'd been before.

Losing it so suddenly, Helen was absolutely not satisfied — so she took matters into her own hands.

"You're still not—"

Qin Fang laughed despite himself. Honestly, facing a half-blood beauty like Helen, lying there bare next to him, any red-blooded man would feel something. Qin Fang was no different.

But Helen had just taken everything he had to give, and she hadn't even fully recovered.

"Give it back—"

Helen clearly didn't care. She shoved him flat on his back, swung herself up, and straddled him. One quick adjustment and she was taking him in — and despite being brand new at this, she took to the role of rider like she'd been born to it, working on top of him with total dedication.

For the next two hours, Qin Fang was sometimes passive, sometimes driving, sometimes on top, sometimes below — a storm of tangled bodies between two people who had both been starving for it. By the time it was over, they'd both collapsed in an exhausted heap.

"Alright. Explain. How did this happen?"

Leaning back against the headboard to catch his breath, Qin Fang finally asked — Helen's pale, soft body nestled against his chest. Things had already gone this far, and Qin Fang was absolutely not the type to shirk responsibility. But at the very least, he wanted the full story.

"Well... I kind of... I've had feelings for you for a while. Hehe. And with Yunxuan gone, I figured — now or never. So I snuck in."

Helen said it with a sheepish grin, her voice trailing off toward the end.

"Snuck in..."

Qin Fang broke out in a cold sweat.

He'd known Helen for a while now, and they'd gotten along pretty well. Helen had always teased him relentlessly, but she'd also always held herself in check — so he'd always just thought of her as a good friend.

He genuinely hadn't expected he had this kind of pull — enough to make a breathtaking, gorgeous half-blood beauty like her come after him herself.

"Should I be... feeling a little proud of myself right now?"

Qin Fang couldn't help a rueful laugh.

"One hundred percent."

Seeing that Qin Fang was warming up to her, Helen visibly relaxed, her smile breaking wide and bright. "And between you and me — it was actually Yunxuan's idea."

"Yunxuan's idea..."

Something strange and complicated crossed Qin Fang's face. Chu Yunxuan's smile floated into his mind — that gorgeous, devilish figure of hers right behind it. She probably knew him better than anyone in the world, in every way — including that flicker of a thought that had crossed his mind the very first time he'd laid eyes on Helen.

"That girl... When she gets back, I'm going to have to deal with her properly."

Having a woman who understood him that completely — that was the greatest win any man could ask for. Qin Fang was half-laughing, half-shaking his head, though in truth he was enjoying every second of this undeserved windfall. He still kept up the indignant act as he muttered those words.

"Yes, deal with her — deal with her good."

Helen chimed right in, playing along with a grin. "You bring the muscle, I'll hold her arms and legs down."

As she said it, her eyes dropped meaningfully toward Qin Fang's lower half. The implication needed no explanation.

*Smack.*

Qin Fang brought his palm down on Helen's smooth, perky backside. "What are you even saying..."

"I can push from behind too, you know."

Getting slapped right there — Helen didn't feel the sting so much as the thrill. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her, her eyes going heavy-lidded and restless with desire again, a playful smile curving her lips as she said it.

"..."

That one left Qin Fang completely speechless.

He raised his hand, ready to give that backside another smack — but Helen, far from flinching, actually arched that pale, smooth, perfectly rounded rear upward, as if openly inviting him to go again.