Starting with a Family System to Become an Immortal Official-Chapter 41: Training a Beautiful Peak Master
Li Qingmu’s days on the peak turned adventurous.
By daylight he was the quiet man living in a modest abode on the far edge of the peak.
Far enough that no one expected him to wander toward the sacred inner residences.
He cultivated openly in his courtyard and greeted passing sisters with polite nods.
Things that kept his presence unremarkable.
By midnight, he became something else entirely.
He would wear black stealth robes and fly silently across the moonlit peaks until he reached the hidden tunnel Madam Chen had shown him.
The stone-faced female guards at the main gates never saw him since the tunnel opened directly into her private chambers in the best way possible.
Every night it was the same.
He stepped from the darkness into a soft lantern light and saw her waiting.
The untouchable peak master will be seated primly on the edge of her vast bed in a thin silk nightdress, silver hair loose over her shoulders, cheeks already faintly pink with anticipation and shame.
This is the sight of an obedient widow!
She never greeted him with words at first.
Just a small, dignified nod, as though this were a formal lesson in sword forms rather than the slow corruption of her centuries-old innocence.
Tonight was no different.
This mother of three has never been touched before.
If peaches had an expiry date then her peach could be called deliciously aged.
Li Qingmu closed the tunnel door behind him and let the stealth robe fall to the floor.
He wore only loose inner trousers now.
His chest was bare.
Her green eyes flicked up, then quickly away.
"You’re... punctual..."
Madam Chen murmured, fingers twisting in her lap.
"Wouldn’t want to keep my student waiting."
He clapped gently.
"Tonight’s lesson is important. Stand up."
She rose obediently as the silk nightdress sensually slid along her absurd curves.
Even after weeks of these nightly visits, she still moved like a woman unused to being looked at... like every inch of her body was sacred.
Li Qingmu circled her slowly as his gaze lingered.
"You have a problem?"
She blinked.
"A... problem?"
He stopped behind her and placed both hands lightly on her hips.
"This."
His palms slid lower to cup the impossibly full, heavy swell of her rear.
"It’s quite bothersome. You have the most criminal backside on the entire continent, and you’ve spent centuries pretending it doesn’t exist."
Madam Chen stiffened.
A tiny squeak escaping her throat.
"W-, What are you—"
"Bend over. Hands on the bed."
Her ears turned scarlet, but after a moment of trembling hesitation, she obeyed.
She leaned forward, palms pressing into the silk sheets while her back arched slightly.
That made her nightdress climb up just enough to reveal the lower curves of her buttocks.
Two perfect, snow-white halves struggling against modest gray cotton panties.
Li Qingmu exhaled slowly.
"Elder Chen... these are grandmother panties."
She made a strangled sound into the sheets.
"They are... practical."
"They’re a war crime."
He hooked a finger under the waistband to tug it down just an inch so the fabric pulled tight across her mound.
"Look at this. You’re already soaked through. Again."
Madam Chen whimpered, thighs pressing together.
"I—I can’t help it. My constitution—"
"I know. Yin essence gathers fast. That’s why you need to change these three times a day from now on. Fresh ones every morning, afternoon, and night. A man wants to peel you open and find something pretty waiting, not a swamp."
He leaned down and pressed his nose to the damp cotton right between her cheeks.
Hnn... snrff!
A powerful sniff.
Her whole body jolted.
"Eek—! D-don’t smell there!"
"You smell like ripe peaches and desperate woman."
He gave the fabric a slow lick through the cloth.
She shuddered hard enough that her knees buckled.
"Good. That’s the scent that drives men insane."
He licked off more of her slimy love juice.
"Remember it."
Straightening, he lifted the hem of her nightdress all the way up to her waist to bare her completely from lower back downward. The sight was obscene: a narrow waist flaring into hips wide enough to bear armies, and a rear so plush it seemed designed to ruin great men.
"Now..."
He gave one cheek a light pat.
"Shake it. Side to side. Slow."
Madam Chen’s fingers clawed at the sheets.
"I... I don’t know how..."
"Like this."
He gripped her hips and guided them.
Left, right, left, right...
It made her flesh ripple softly as her heavy globes bounced against each other with quiet claps.
She tried to copy the movement on her own.
It was awkward at first but gradually loosened.
"Better. Keep going. Imagine you’re trying to tempt a man who’s pretending not to look."
Her face burned against the bed.
"This is... utterly shameless..."
"Exactly. That’s the point."
Several nights later, the lesson had advanced.
Madam Chen was on the bed on all fours.
Nightdress bunched around her waist.
Panties nowhere to be found.
Her massive breasts hung beneath her, swaying with every motion as her nipples brushed the sheets.
Her rear was thrust high in the air.
She rocked her hips side to side.
It was so earnest.
She’s trying to perfect the wave he’d taught her.
"Is... is this better, Trainer?"
She asked breathlessly as she glanced back over her slender shoulder.
Li Qingmu sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, watching critically.
"Almost. You’re still too tight in the lower back. Loosen here—"
He reached out and pressed two fingers into the base of her spine.
"—and let the motion roll through your hips."
She tried again, cheeks jiggling more fluidly now.
"My back aches..."
She complained softly after a few minutes.
"These old bones aren’t made for such... postures."
He snorted.
"Old bones? You’re Nascent Soul. You could hold this pose for a month without tiring."
Madam Chen huffed, still swaying.
"I am still a woman of advanced age—"
"You’re not that old."
That did it.
She stopped moving entirely, rear still proudly upturned, and turned her head to glare at him.
"Very well. Then this entire embarrassing endeavor was clearly a mistake. I shall stop at once."
The proud peak master actually began to push herself upright.
Li Qingmu’s hand flashed out and cracked sharply across her right cheek.
SMACK!
The sound echoed in the quiet chamber.
Madam Chen froze, eyes wide, mouth open in shock.
"You—"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Three more in rapid succession.
Each one made her flesh bounce and burn red.
Her arms gave out.
She collapsed onto her elbows with a weak cry.
Her rear was still trembling in the air.
"W-what do you think you’re doing?!"
She gasped furiously.
"I am your senior! Old enough to be your ancestor!"
This is her senior mother tone.
This is how she talks to stubborn children.
"You cannot strike me like some misbehaving—"
But Li Qingmu is not her stubborn child.
Otherwise he would not be pressing his mother’s lush rear like they were play toys.
SMACK!
This one landed lower, right where thigh met cheek.
Her words melted into a throaty moan.
Her body went limp, thighs quivering.
『Why does that feel so good? I’m a revered elder... yet my legs are turning to water from a spanking...』
Li Qingmu rubbed the warming skin gently.
"Stubborn women need discipline."
He nodded with a calm smile.
"Especially proud ones who threaten to quit when they’re finally improving. We’ll cover spanking properly in tomorrow’s lesson. For now, keep shaking."
She obeyed without protest.
Her hips started swaying again.
Soft whimpers escaped with each motion now.
This is the whimper of an obedient widow.
A widow that doesn’t obey must get spanked.
