Chapter 889: Sister Teaches You to Please a Man

Chapter 889: Chapter 889: Sister Teaches You to Please a Man

"Little Junior Brother, this isn’t healing, it’s clearly taking advantage of me."

Feng Jiuge complained teasingly, but her hands climbed up and intertwined with his hair.

Yang Cheng lifted his head, a mischievous smile on his lips, "Sister Feng, you’re mistaken. Dual Cultivation is a legitimate healing method, how can it be called taking advantage?"

"Twisting words."

Feng Jiuge rolled her eyes at him, but her beautiful eyes glistened with a welcoming shyness that drew Yang Cheng irresistibly closer for a kiss.

As the two became engrossed in their kiss, Jiang Yu’s cheeks turned crimson, resembling a startled rabbit wishing to leap off the bed and flee from the blushing, heart-racing scene.

"I... I’ll go next door..."

She stammered, her voice barely audible.

Before she could finish, a slender yet strong hand grasped her wrist.

Jiang Yu glanced down to see it was Feng Jiuge.

"Don’t go."

Feng Jiuge broke away from Yang Cheng’s lips, her own red and alluring, voice husky and beguiling, "I can’t handle this alone, stay and help."

Jiang Yu’s mind exploded with a buzz, leaving her frozen in place.

Help... help?

Her cheeks flushed with crimson, a fresh maiden unfamiliar with the pleasures of love, now faced with such matters involving three people.

Her gaze unsure of where to settle, she stared down at her toes, unable to respond.

"Sister, don’t frighten her."

Yang Cheng glanced at Feng Jiuge helplessly, wrapping an arm around Jiang Yu’s shoulder to gently pull her closer, "Yu just had her first time, her body hasn’t recovered yet, she can’t overextend."

Feng Jiuge rolled her eyes at him, leaning against the bedhead, lazily tidying her loose hair, "I never said she should be the main focus. In my current state, I can’t manage alone. Didn’t you say dual cultivation heals fastest? She just needs to assist, even using her hands to relieve you would help."

Listening to their conversation, Jiang Yu’s face reddened further.

After that passionate session, she was indeed exhausted, but Yang Cheng had gotten into this state to save her, she had to ’help’.

With that resolve, Jiang Yu took a deep breath, lifting her head, eyes filled with determination, "I’ll stay."

Yang Cheng, seeing her resolute demeanor, was amused, "Yu, you don’t have to push yourself."

"I’m not forcing myself, I also want to help Chen."

After speaking, Jiang Yu’s cheeks glowed red, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.

Feng Jiuge laughed at her adorable display, "This little girl is much better than your other women, not at all timid."

Yang Cheng sighed, knowing Feng Jiuge was right. With her physical condition, she indeed couldn’t handle a full dual cultivation alone.

Moreover, the recently refined Rabbit Source Qi within him was unstable, and the Blood Soul Curse threatened; having Jiang Yu assist provided extra assurance against unexpected issues.

Yang Cheng nodded, gently ruffling Jiang Yu’s hair, "Okay, if you’re uncomfortable just stop, don’t strain yourself."

"Mm!"

Jiang Yu nodded heavily, yet her heart fluttered wildly like a caged rabbit.

Feng Jiuge, unable to wait, hooked her arm around Yang Cheng’s neck, pulling him towards herself, pressing her lips to his, her nimble tongue exploring his mouth in a passionate entangle.

Yang Cheng responded to her kiss, his hand slowly caressing her smooth back, igniting fiery desires wherever it roamed.

Jiang Yu knelt beside them, watching their entangled forms, her beautiful eyes filled with shyness, yet unable to look away.

Feng Jiuge’s skin was pale, reminiscent of pearly gloss under dim light, with exquisite collarbones, full and perky breasts, a slender waist, and long straight legs.

Her every move exuded a mature seduction, a stark contrast to Jiang Yu’s innocence.

Jiang Yu was entranced; Sister Feng’s figure was incredible, hourglass curves, especially her full white bosom, like white bun rolls, tempting one to take a bite.

Seeing her glance fixed on Feng Jiuge’s chest, Feng Jiuge chuckled lightly, "Don’t envy, you’ll grow bigger too."

"Really?"

Jiang Yu’s eyes brightened.

"Of course, you’re still young with room to grow, and Yang Cheng can massage them, which will help them grow faster."

"Sister, don’t corrupt the little girl."

Humored, Yang Cheng lowered his head to suckle at the rosy buds of Feng Jiuge’s bosom.

Feng Jiuge let out a muffled moan, extending a hand towards Jiang Yu, gasping, "Little girl, don’t just watch, come over, let Sister teach you how to please a man."

Jiang Yu bit her lip, scooting closer on her knees.

Feng Jiuge took her hand, placing it gently on Yang Cheng’s chest, a mischievous smile on her lips, "Touch him."

Jiang Yu’s fingers touched Yang Cheng’s hot skin and instinctively flinched, only to have Feng Jiuge hold her hand firm.

"Don’t be scared, he won’t bite you."

Encouraged by Feng Jiuge’s light laugh, Jiang Yu inhaled deeply, her fingers slowly moved across Yang Cheng’s chest, feeling his strong heartbeat and solid muscles.

Her movements were light and slow, akin to a timid kitten exploring unfamiliar territory.

Yang Cheng became breathless from her touch, letting out a deep murmur from his throat.

"Yu."

He huskily called her name.

Jiang Yu raised her eyes to meet his blazing gaze, her heart racing even faster.

"A bit lower."

Feng Jiuge coached from beside, her tone patient like a teacher.

Jiang Yu’s fingers traced down Yang Cheng’s torso, across his firm abs, blushing profusely.

"Hahaha!"

Feng Jiuge burst into laughter, wobbling like a flower in bloom, "Little girl, you’re too shy, haven’t you already done this before?"

"It... It’s different."

Jiang Yu mumbled, voice faint as a mosquito.

Yang Cheng, stirred by her gentle tease, turned to face her pure, clear eyes, feeling impetuous, lowered his head to kiss her.

This kiss was tender, unhurried, like savoring aged wine, relishing each note.

Jiang Yu closed her eyes, clumsily returning the kiss, fingers entwined around his neck, body slightly quivering.

At this point, Feng Jiuge embraced Yang Cheng from behind, her soft chest pressed against his back, lips brushing his ear, warm breath scented sweetly upon his neck.

"Little Junior Brother, don’t just focus on the little girl, I need attention too."

Her voice, husky and alluring, carried an irresistible magic power.