Naked Sword Art-Chapter 388: Luo Cai

Several minutes went by, but Xiao Hei didn't bother to ask Xiao Fang when they would be leaving. She silently rested on his lap as he brushed her hair. ƒreewebɳovel.com

The middle-aged woman he was watching eventually took a break, wiping the sweat from her brow. The moment she did, she finally felt it — she wasn't alone.

She scanned the empty clearing, her instincts sharpening.

[ Soul Search ]

The moment she activated the technique, her gaze snapped upward — and there he was.

Xiao Fang sat perched lazily among the branches, one leg dangling freely, the other bent, with Xiao Hei laying across it, her head comfortably nestled against him. His posture was relaxed, almost indifferent, yet everything about him seemed to exist just beyond reach — untamed, effortlessly sovereign.

His robes hung loosely, exposing the smooth curve of his chest and the taut strength beneath it. His sleeves were rolled up casually, his hair let down in a wild, tousled mane. But it was his eyes that captured her — violet and burning low like a hidden flame in the night.

The woman felt her throat dry out. She had heard the rumors of a young Dual Cultivator passing through the clan, but this was something else entirely. Xiao Fang wasn't overwhelmingly large, yet the way the world seemed to lean toward him made the air feel heavy, suffocating, and sweet.

Still, she managed to call out, her voice softer than intended,

"Can I help you...?"

Xiao Fang's lips curved faintly, but his gaze remained unreadable, stirring something restless within her.

"It's nothing serious," he said, his voice low and almost lazy. "I was simply curious... about the technique you were practicing."

She fidgeted unconsciously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"This? Just something I've been developing on my own. I… haven't thought of a name yet."

Xiao Fang's violet eyes narrowed ever so slightly, not in suspicion, but in interest — as if he were peering through her, seeing more than she offered.

"That's impressive," he said. His tone was even, but there was a gravity to it, a quiet kind of admiration that made her chest tighten. "To create something from nothing... it's not a feat just anyone can do."

"Thank you," she breathed, almost shyly. She paused, studying him — and found herself unable to look away. A strange warmth built up inside her, pulling her toward him like the tide toward the moon.

"C–Can I… may I know your name?"

He smiled, slow and easy, but his eyes held a dangerous gleam.

"Fang," he said simply. "And you?"

"Luo Cai"

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, words blurring into the background as she found herself smiling too much, leaning in too close. Before she realized it, she was inviting him — no, enticing him — to come to her home.

Xiao Fang agreed with a single nod. He ceased brushing Xiao Hei's hair and gave her a small shake.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice so low it was almost a rumble, "time to go."

Xiao Hei didn't move, feigning sleep, her breathing steady and calm.

With a sigh, Xiao Fang simply scooped her up, settling her on his back with a familiar ease.

Luo Cai chuckled lightly. "Is she a friend of yours?"

Xiao Fang's mouth quirked into a handsome smile, glancing over his shoulder at Xiao Hei.

"Something like that."

They chatted idly as they walked back toward the clan, but every glance, every smile between them wove a silent, tightening thread. By the time they arrived at her residence, she could hardly think straight.

"You can let her rest in my room," Luo Cai said, trying to sound composed. In truth, she wanted to be alone with him — craved it.

Xiao Fang carried Xiao Hei inside, laying her onto the bed with care. Watching her snuggle into the sheets confirmed what he already suspected — she wasn't asleep, not really. The faintest smirk tugged at the corner of Xiao Hei's lips, satisfied to be exactly where she wanted to be.

Xiao Fang was amused but kept it to himself. He then turned and closed the door behind him, stepping back into the living room.

There, Luo Cai was preparing tea and gathering towels and soaps.

"Please, make yourself at home," she said, her tone a little too quick. "I need to wash up, but I won't be long."

She started to pass him, clutching a few more towels than necessary. Xiao Fang tilted his head, his voice like velvet,

"If you don't mind..." His eyes met hers, and the world seemed to narrow to just the two of them. "I'd like to join you."

Luo Cai froze, the color rising swiftly to her cheeks. For a heartbeat, she hesitated — then, with a tiny, breathless nod, she accepted.

Xiao Fang smiled, a flash of something wild and knowing behind his gaze. He had seen the extra towels long ago.

Once they were inside the bathroom, Xiao Fang wasted no time closing the distance between them.

She didn't resist — she welcomed him, tilting her neck as he pressed his lips to her skin, each kiss slow and lingering. His hands moved with practiced ease, slipping into her robes, caressing the warm curves of her body as he slid the fabric up along her thighs.

The sensation sent a thrill through her, making her skin flush with heat. Her breath caught, her heart racing. In that moment, she was his — utterly and willingly — ready to surrender herself to whatever he desired for the rest of the night.

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A few hours later, Xiao Fang stirred awake to the feeling of Xiao Hei slipping his naked sword deep inside her warm, dripping core. Lying on her side, her body tensed, her legs stretching and toes curling with pleasure. She began to rock her hips against him, her soft backside pressing and bouncing against his crotch with every shallow thrust, desperate for more, her quiet moans barely escaping her lips — careful not to wake Luo Cai in the next room.

Xiao Fang was already well-rested; for a cultivator at his level, a few hours of sleep was more than enough. Smirking, he placed his hands firmly on her waist, helping her find a deeper rhythm.

When she finally reached her peak, he covered her mouth with his hand, muffling her frantic cries as her body trembled from release.

Only once she collapsed into him, breathless and flushed, did he whisper into her ear,

"Get dressed. We're leaving."

He didn't want to disturb Luo Cai's rest — there would be plenty of time to continue once they returned home.