The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 43: The Jade mouth!

Nevertheless,

Ling’er’s words lingered in the air like the final breath of a dying incense coil, bold and trembling, yet unwilling to curl into retreat.

Yi Xin Xue, rising from Zhao Fan’s lap, her movement light as drifting mist over spring waters, let a faint smile grace her lips, one that held neither approval nor scorn, only the wisdom of a woman who had seen many suns bloom and fade, like a mountain a costume to weathers.

Yet, she can’t deny, that the young are really bold blooming like sunflowers.

"Holy Maiden is indeed blooming with boldness," she said, brushing her sleeves as though dusting away the weight of an unseen challenge.

"But boldness is a wind, only strong for a moment, then gone. Let us see if your roots run as deep as your blossoms shine..."

She turned to Zhao Fan with reverence wrapped in silk-thin grace. "This one only wonders," she said, her voice rippling like a calm lake reflecting storm clouds, "whether this humble one may follow into the Celestial Assembly,"

Hearing this, Ling’er looked at her like a cat to a mouse, yet, she couldn’t open her mouth.

"The maid is unwise, the path of Celestial assembly lies with the sect, I fear, the one you should be asking would be the Holy Maiden," He said calmly as a breeze.

"Forgive me, this concubine made a mistake..." She bowed and looked at the kneeling Holy maiden who had a wide open mouth showing her tongue.

"I wonder if Sister Ling’er allow this grace to follow into the celestial assembly,"

She wanted to reject after all, shouldn’t it be only her and Young Master, but she couldn’t say it, yet, on the surface she could only smile and nod.

"Of course, it would be a wonderful time for us sisters to get to know each other, may I be honored to know your name?"

Yi Xin Xue’s eyes did not flutter, nor did her breath shift, but a glint, as sharp as moonlight on jade touched her gaze for a fleeting instant.

She bowed her head with grace unshaken, her voice no louder than a bell in the morning mist.

"This one is named Yi Xin Xue... Xin for heart, Xue for snow. I was once called Clear Lotus, though few now use that name," She smiled faintly.

"It is a name meant to bloom silently beneath still waters, never seeking sunlight, alas, as I grew, I formed the golden core of fire elemental dao and sword,"

Ling’er’s lashes did not blink.

Clear Lotus!?

"Yi Xin Xue... such grace in both name and bearing," she said.

"Then let us journey together, Sister Lotus..."

The word sister bore no warmth. It was spoken with the careful reverence of someone addressing a tiger in a tea house, which is beautiful and dangerous, yet quite caged.

Zhao Fan merely watched.

He had not spoken since, yet the world around them seemed to orbit his silence. He did not move, and yet it was his presence that bound the scene like threads of heaven holding the sky in place.

Yi Xin Xue stepped forward and knelt beside Ling’er, like a priestess settling upon sacred ground.

Her robes did not rustle and even the air dared not disturb her.

"If I recall sister Ling’er is a little shallow in pleasing men, if you want, this grace can give you some guidance," She uttered, despite the fact she herself hasn’t offered her mouth yet.

The clean jade mouth that has yet to taste the unholy son of the world, obviously, it was to tease Ling’er more.

And unlike Ling’er, Yi Xin Xue, being mature, wasn’t afraid to make the first move, she simply got closer, untied the robe, and freed his Brother Yang Dragon, only to get hit by it on that jade face.

Woo!!!

The sharp sting of the Yang Dragon’s sudden awakening brushed against Yi Xin Xue’s jade lips like the touch of a mountain breeze

Her eyes did not waver, only flickering with a trace of amusement beneath the veil of cool composure.

With the grace of a serpent coiling before the strike, she leaned in, a slow, deliberate movement that traced the invisible currents between them.

Her breath was soft, as she parted her cherry lips, allowing her mouth nectar to fall to his Yang rod, inhaling the mushy scent of his Yang.

She had read a few scriptures written by lustful sages and lewd scholars, on how to pleasure men.

Previously she thought such scripture was meaningless and didn’t study much but perhaps that seems to be a misstep.

Nonetheless, there are still a few scriptures such as The 99 Way the Humble Maid Pleases her Lustful Young Master, the maid and emperor’s secret dirty nights behind empress and concubines, within her sea of consciousness that she can look up to and learn.

The thick nectar slowly descended from her parted lips, into the head of Young master’s Dao rod.

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Meanwhile,

Ye Chen, whose Dao Heart was recovered by Zhao Fan’s mercy, was making his way to the Holy Envoy’s residence.

He had a smile on his face but the face seemed a little off and feminine, another side effect of having Yang meridians broken, losing the manly face.

With his Dao heart recovered, he was a 5th-stage Qi Grandmaster powerhouse, a feat for an outer disciple like him.

He was even promoted to inner disciple, and as a good little dog, he had arrived to tell the good news to Zhao Fan.

Obviously, as a dog, he dare not enter sneakily unlike Holy Maiden.

He knelt on the floor and was about to shout, but the voice of Young Master rang inside his mind.

Come in.

After all, as a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse, Young Master could easily sense his pathetic presence, his body losing the ability to produce Yang qi.

However, as soon as he entered inside, he saw something he shouldn’t see.

Just in the hall, his master, holy maiden, and Young Master were there, with both women kneeling in front of Young Master.

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