Chapter 69: Xiaoxun... A Little Gentler

Seeing the desire filling Mi Ting’s glistening, almond-shaped eyes, Yang Xun knew at once what she wanted. ’This girl is ready for it!’

He didn’t hold back for a second, pulling Mi Ting into his arms and lowering his head to kiss her soft, full lips.

"Mmmph~"

Mi Ting wrapped her arms around Yang Xun’s neck, her tongue eagerly darting out to tangle wildly with his.

The wet sounds of their saliva mixing were enough to make anyone blush.

One of Yang Xun’s hands wrapped around Mi Ting’s slender waist while the other slipped under the hem of her pajamas. It traveled up her silky-smooth stomach, unerringly finding and covering one of her soft, full mounds before giving it a firm squeeze.

"Ah~"

Mi Ting’s body trembled, and she went limp in Yang Xun’s arms, melting like butter.

Yang Xun pushed Mi Ting onto the bed and stripped off her pajamas in a few swift motions.

Moonlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, illuminating her jade-white body and giving her skin the gentle luster of fine porcelain.

He no longer hesitated, thrusting hard.

"Ah~!"

Mi Ting clung to Yang Xun’s broad back, her fingers digging into his flesh as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

This time, Yang Xun showed no mercy. Every thrust was infused with the immense True Qi of the Second Layer of the Qi Refining Realm, pushing his power and speed to their absolute limits.

At the same time, wisps of warm True Qi flowed into Mi Ting’s body, amplifying her pleasure countlessfold.

"Xiaoxun... ah... gentler... a little gentler..."

Mi Ting bit down hard on a pillow, desperately stifling her moans. With Yang Cai’s room right next door, she didn’t dare let a single peep escape.

The bedframe creaked rhythmically under their frantic movements. The blanket had long been kicked to the floor, and their two tightly entangled bodies writhed under the moonlight...

...

「The next morning.」

Sunlight streamed into the courtyard, filling the air with the fresh scent of earth.

Yang Xun was up bright and early. He pushed open the door to the storage room, stepped into the courtyard, and was about to go wash up. However, he stopped dead in his tracks.

There, lying on the old bamboo lounge chair in the courtyard, was Yang Cai. Her eyes were slightly closed as her slender fingers dipped into a bottle of milky-white liquid, which she was applying to her face, bit by bit.

"..."

Yang Xun froze on the spot, as if he’d been struck by a Body Fixing Technique.

He watched, stunned, as his own sister smeared her brother’s "tadpoles" onto her face, bit by bit.

It was an indescribably bizarre feeling.

Furthermore, Yang Xun suddenly realized that in the morning light, Yang Cai looked completely different from the scrawny little girl he remembered.

Although her long-term illness had left her somewhat thin, eighteen-year-old Yang Cai’s facial features were breathtakingly exquisite.

Her oval face, willow-like eyebrows, large eyes as clear as a mountain spring, a delicate, straight nose, and thin, cherry-pink lips all came together to give her an air of supreme girlish purity.

After a few days of nourishment from the "beauty milk," her once dull and rough skin had become much fairer and more supple, glowing under the sun with the soft luster of fresh snow.

She was wearing a loose, white spaghetti-strap nightdress, its thin fabric faintly outlining her budding womanly figure.

Though her chest wasn’t large, it had the youthful yet alluring curve of a flower bud about to bloom. Her waist was slender enough to be encircled in one grasp. Below the hem of her nightdress, her two long, fair legs were crossed, their whiteness dazzling in the morning light.

For a moment, Yang Xun found himself staring, dumbfounded.

’My little sister... she’s grown into a total knockout!’

’A knockout who could even give Mi Ting a run for her money!’

But he quickly snapped out of it, unable to stop himself from cursing himself internally.

’You animal!’

’Fantasizing about my own sister!!’

He took a deep breath, forcefully banished the inappropriate thoughts from his mind, and hurried to the bathroom to wash up.

...

After breakfast, Yang Xun told Mi Ting and Yang Cai to stay home, then hopped on his small electric scooter and headed out.

He hadn’t gone far before he stopped in a secluded alley, pulled out his phone, and looked at the WeChat message Xu Qian had sent him last night.

The message contained a phone number with a three-word note attached: Top Donor Sis.

Yang Xun stared at the number, a sly smile slowly spreading across his face.

He had recognized Huang Qi’s voice in the courtyard last night.

That fat pig Xie Haitao, throwing his 200-plus pounds around Xiaoxie Village like a local tyrant!!

And just last night, the man had flaunted his power right in his face, trying to force Mi Ting to pay back a high-interest loan and even planning to drag her off to a shady massage parlor.

And what was the result?

His pretty wife dropped 187,000 yuan in a livestream chat just to book an escort for a house call.

And that man just so happened to be him—Yang Xun.

Karma really is a bitch.

Yang Xun took a deep breath and channeled his True Qi, slowly gathering it at his vocal cords. He circulated it gently, and his voice instantly underwent a subtle change. It became raspier and took on an unfamiliar, magnetic quality, a far cry from his usual voice.

Once he was satisfied, he dialed the number.

"RING... RING... RING..."

Someone picked up after just a few rings.

"Hello?"

The voice was gentle and pleasant, possessing the unique magnetism of a mature woman. It was a voice he recognized.

That’s right. It was Huang Qi.

"Hello there, ma’am."

Yang Xun deliberately kept his voice low, making his tone sound professional and poised. "I’m the delivery boy from Qianqian’s livestream," he said. "I received your reservation and am calling to confirm the time and place."

There was a faint gasp on the other end of the line. Then, Huang Qi’s voice grew noticeably softer and more coquettish. "So you’ve called! I’ve been waiting for so long! Do you know where Xiaoxie Village is?"

"I do."

A small smile played on Yang Xun’s lips.

Of course he knew Xiaoxie Village. It was where he’d grown up, after all.

"There’s a massage parlor in Xiaoxie Village called ’Heaven on Earth.’ Come find me there, I’ll be at the shop."

Huang Qi’s voice was laced with impatience, her tone faintly betraying a long-suppressed eagerness.

"Alright. I’ll head over in a bit."

Hanging up, Yang Xun stuffed the phone back in his pocket, the smile on his face slowly widening.

He remembered it with perfect clarity. Just last night, at the entrance to this very woman’s massage parlor, Huang Qi, wearing that black dress, had glanced down at him with a look of utter disgust and spat, "What are you looking at, you little animal?"

When she’d said it, the contempt in her eyes was practically overflowing, as if Yang Xun were a pile of mud on the side of the road and even gracing him with a second glance was an act of noblesse oblige.

Heh, heh, heh...

Yang Xun let out a soft laugh, started up his electric scooter, and did a few laps around Xiaoxie Village. Then, putting on a mask, he set off for ’Heaven on Earth.’

’Today, I’m not just going to look my fill.’

’And I’m going to make that little tramp get on her knees and beg.’