Chapter 3: A Farce

Still not awake?

What is this...? Where am I?

Luo Qingyuan forced his eyes open and tried to take in his surroundings.

A shallow spring bubbled and tinkled beside his ear, but most of his view was blocked, and a sweet fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

Awake? You're slow.

The slender hand that had been resting on Luo Qingyuan's head slid naturally to his back and helped him sit up.

You are...?

Huh? Sleep made you stupid? You even forgot Master? You brat!

The woman beside him was breathtakingly beautiful, her silver hair shining brilliantly as it spilled over her chest. It had been her full, abundant breasts that had blocked his view just now. She wore nothing but a sheer gauze dress, through which he could see the pink areolas behind it and her slim waist and generous hips. She looked barely in her twenties, yet she had an unnervingly seductive air.

Cough... I really don't remember.

Hey, you brat! You used to shout every day about taking your Master as your sex slave too, and now you've forgotten everything? Your body remembers, though!

Hey, stop!

Only then did Luo Qingyuan realize he was naked too, his hard cock growing even stiffer in the woman's smooth palm.

Compared with the day you left the sect, it's stronger. Mm... before, just my divine sense alone could make you cum. Now it doesn't seem to work.

The woman let go of him, then flicked Luo Qingyuan's cock with her index finger, smiling coyly.

May I ask...

Wow, you're really... oh?

Why is your divine sense such a mess?

It's as if something has deliberately muddled it. Let me see... The woman grabbed his shaft, and Luo Qingyuan instantly straightened, his body reacting on instinct.

There.

As the woman withdrew her hand in satisfaction, a flood of memories burst free and exploded through his mind before gradually settling.

What's my name?

An Yuning.

What do you like about Master?

Her huge tits and big ass.

What did you say when you said goodbye before leaving?

That when I came back, I'd take all my senior and junior sisters as sex slaves, and I wouldn't spare Master either.

Good, your memory is back.

Ow! Master! Why are you hitting me?

An Yuning was bored, so she flicked Luo Qingyuan's little brother again and rolled her eyes irritably.

You've been away from the sect for a year and didn't send back a single message. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought you were dead.

Ah...

Luo Qingyuan thought about how to send a message back and couldn't help swallowing.

Um... the voice-transmitting jade talisman... that thing... seems like... I lost it? Huh?!

An Yuning took hold of Luo Qingyuan's shaft again and squeezed a little. Sweat broke out on Luo Qingyuan's skin from nerves.

No, Master! I really can't remember!

Your ring is still there! How did you manage to lose the talisman?

I can't even take that thing off! Master, take it easy!

Fair enough. Still, you're the only man in the sect, so it would be a pity to break it.

Luo Qingyuan nodded furiously, terrified that Master would snap his cock in his spiritual sea and leave him with psychological issues once he got out.

But did you provoke someone? How did you end up cursed? If it weren't life-threatening, this spiritual sense wouldn't have come out to save your life and let us meet like this.

Luo Qingyuan thought it over for a long while and still couldn't think of anyone.

No... maybe... maybe a business feud?

A business feud? Who?

No... no, probably not.

Hmph. Anyone who touches my disciple is going to hear from me.

Master, you're already pushing thirty, don't make it sound like- mmph, mmph... Say something!

In a world where the average lifespan is over a thousand years, I'm practically young!

I'm not much older than you!

It's because I'm gifted!

A lust-path genius once in a thousand years in the Celestial Exile Palace!

An Yuning, furious, clamped down on Luo Qingyuan's shaft again and refused to let go, this time much harder than before.

Master! Master is a young beauty! Master is a genius! Master won't hold it against an unruly disciple!

Luo Qingyuan grimaced. It hurt too much.

Fine. Mm... I feel like you've made some progress. Tell me, do you already have a dao partner? Or have you been training with a sex slave?

Ah! Yes, yes, I have a very pretty and adorable little sex slave!

Luo Qingyuan launched into his speech at once, earnestly declaring just how much he adored Mo Huali.

I see... then I'll pass this good news along to your senior and junior sisters.

At that, Luo Qingyuan immediately wrapped his arms around An Yuning's slim waist and begged his Master to let him go.

Don't, Master! My senior and junior sisters will come after me! How am I supposed to handle them?

Oh? If you can't handle your senior and junior sisters, then you definitely can't handle your Master. Hee hee. Send the message right now!

An Yuning's smile deepened as she cupped his face and said,

A lust cultivator is a lust cultivator. Without a little pressure, how are you supposed to get stronger?

Hm?

Master, back then you fought off hundreds of men to get to this point, so six senior and junior sisters shouldn't scare you. That's no good, Xiaoyuan~ It's because Master was too ruthless that now no man wants to have sex with you- help, help, help!

Master, don't!

I was wrong!

Why are you getting more and more irritating when you talk? Still, I'm magnanimous. Cultivate properly and bring Master a nice cock in the future, and Master will wait for it~ hiss...

A nightmarish murmur rang in Luo Qingyuan's ears, and in that instant he remembered why he had once been so desperate to flee the Celestial Exile Palace.

All right, my good disciple, the curse on you has basically been dealt with. After that, just have more sex with your little sex slave and you'll recover. Go on, go on. It's lively outside. Remember everyone in the Celestial Exile Palace every day, okay~ "Aaaah---"

Luo Qingyuan jolted awake, drenched in sweat and soaking the bed as if he had just been dragged out of water.

Scary! What a terrifying sect!

Luo Qingyuan roughly understood that if his memories hadn't been blurred, the memories from his previous life would never have surfaced here. As for that seductive demoness Master, he had the lechery but not the guts. Anything life-threatening was better left alone.

After all, Master never forgot her lust techniques even while having sex; most men would only fuck her a few times before blowing their load and being sucked dry.

"Sigh, the curse has finally settled down, but I'm still weak." Looking at his condition, Luo Qingyuan found even getting up difficult, so he could only lean against the bed and listen to the noise and arguing outside.

"Doctor, take a look and tell us what the problem is?"

The doctor the brothel owner had invited wasted no time. He gripped Mo Huaxuan's wrist with one hand while turning a magic tool in his other palm. Before long, his expression grew increasingly grim.

"It's a curse. Her cultivation has already been completely drained, and now her life force is leaking away as well. She probably has only half a month left. Only a cultivator deeply versed in this path can spot the clues of the curse and break it. Forgive me, but I can only slow the loss of life for now." When the doctor finished speaking, the artifact shone and turned into a band of light that bound Mo Huaxuan's wrist. He bowed apologetically to the brothel owner, then was led to Luo Qingyuan's room, where he found the same condition.

"It's the same situation... this little brother, ah, Young Brother Luo." The doctor remembered the young man who had helped him move medicinal herbs that day; it was none other than Luo Qingyuan, his face white as paper and blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, Old Li. I can't do anything about it."

"Really no way?"

The brothel owner took the doctor's hand, trying to find a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but only got a shake of the head.

"The news will spread quickly. All we can do is hope the brothel regulars can introduce some great experts to help. After all, it's Mo Huaxuan who's down." Hearing the news, Mo Huaxuan on the bed gradually regained clarity. The man who had given her the talisman earlier was a regular at the brothel; he had said that by burning through all of her cultivation, he could take a cultivator's life. But now she could clearly feel herself aging and heading toward death, and fear welled up in her.

This isn't the ending I wanted! I can't die!

Mo Huaxuan screamed in her heart, but her whole body was unbearably drowsy. She clutched Mo Huali's hand tightly, and when she heard Luo Qingyuan's name, she gripped even harder, refusing to let Mo Huali go look, even as Mo Huali cried harder in front of her.

The brothel owner put up notices again, hoping to attract cultivators who understood curses. During the half day Mo Huaxuan was unconscious, Mo Huali finally had time to check on Luo Qingyuan's condition, but there was still no change at all.

Isn't even a shred of good fortune meant for my life...?

Mo Huali lay on the table sobbing. She had cried who knew how many times over the past two days; if this went on, it would be bad.

The next afternoon, a regular who claimed to understand curses a little arrived at Yechun Tower and was first led to Luo Qingyuan's room.

Mm... hm?

A flicker of surprise passed across the black-robed man's face, unnoticed by anyone else, as he held the wrist for a long while.

Where is Miss Mo Huaxuan?

Over here.

The brothel owner hurriedly led him to another room. The black-robed man did the same thing again, and the confusion on his face deepened.

That shouldn't be. How is one side on the verge of collapse while the other is slowly improving? Could there be a whole major realm's difference in cultivation over there... I need to finish this quickly. I don't want to miss out on even a single bite.

This is a curse that means certain death.

The black-robed man stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a pained, anguished expression on purpose.

I didn't expect such a vicious curse to appear here.

This is...?

The brothel owner asked the black-robed man anxiously in confusion, and the courtesans nearby all pricked up their ears to hear what he would say.

A killing curse. The caster pays with their cultivation to make the target's life drain away rapidly, and...

And what else?

And the caster is Miss Mo Huaxuan, while the victim is that little brother over there. At those words, everyone in the room shuddered. Mo Huali immediately seized the black-robed man's robe, her tone sharp.

Impossible! My sister isn't that kind of person! She absolutely isn't what you're making her out to be!

Sister Huaxuan is a very good person. It can't be her.

Sir, could you have made a mistake?

The brothel owner was equally confused by his statement. In everyone's impression, Mo Huaxuan simply couldn't be that kind of person. Kind, warm, and helpful, she was hard for anyone to doubt.

I'm only telling you what I've observed. As for whether you believe it, even I find it hard to believe. I've been one of Miss Mo Huaxuan's regulars for a long time, so I know a bit about her character... The black-robed man's gaze swept over the room, and he was quite satisfied with the scene.

The jealousy and sarcasm of those used to being beneath others, the unquestioning faith of those who greeted her warmly, and the occasional half-belief of those in between all gathered here into a fierce wave of negative energy. Only the black-robed man could see it surging toward Mo Huaxuan.

What a natural furnace cauldron. Looks like it can hatch quite a bit of malice.

The black-robed man was very satisfied and announced to everyone,

It isn't without a way to solve it. Could I ask everyone here to wait outside? In a few minutes I'll explain the situation and the workable method to all of you.

This...

But isn't believing me the only option left?

All right.

Mo Huali had no choice but to leave with the others, leaving only Mo Huaxuan and the black-robed man in the room.

Sigh, how naive. It hurts, doesn't it, feeling negative energy gathering inside you? You can feel your life force draining away quickly too, can't you? This curse is actually meant to consume the lives of two people. When he saw Mo Huaxuan's eyes widen and her unable to speak, the black-robed man couldn't help snickering.

For some reason, the person you cursed hasn't been affected much, so the life force isn't enough. Tell me, how about your little sister? We can just trick her into replacing that boy. Then you can, nice and calmly, go on the road with your sister. It's a pity, though, such a fine body, and I didn't get to enjoy it a few more times. Sigh~ The black-robed man stroked Mo Huaxuan's face and shook his head.

Enjoy what's left of your life.

The black-robed man waved behind him and opened the door to finish his final step.

There's only one way to solve it right now, but the price is steep. Do you want to try it? The black-robed man took a deep breath and looked over everyone present.

What method is it?

The brothel owner frowned, still wary of the black-robed man.

There are generally two ways to lift a curse. First, the caster breaks it; I've already asked, and Miss Mo Huaxuan doesn't know how to remove curses, and the source is unknown. Second, the caster dies, and the target survives. That's the way to save that little brother.

Is there no other way?

The brothel owner glanced at Mo Huali, whose teeth were clenched and whose eyes were bloodshot, and knew this was an impossible choice.

There is. It requires the power of blood kin, but it's still one life for another. The black-robed man glanced at Mo Huali, silently urging her to make a decision.

Then what about the little brother?

If there's no blood kin, then death is certain.

When the black-robed man finished, the brothel owner drew a sharp breath. Mo Huali crouched on the ground, her face full of anguish she couldn't relieve.

What should I do? Trade my life for my sister's? Anyway, if Master dies, I'll die too. If I can still let my sister live before I die, that's fine.

I...

What are you all doing?

Luo Qingyuan had somehow come out of the room. He was clearly still weak, but just standing in the courtyard was enough to frighten the black-robed man, who immediately activated the curse on Mo Huaxuan to speed things up.

Master-

Hey, don't jump on me. I can't hold you right now.

When Mo Huali heard Luo Qingyuan's voice, she sprang up at once and ran to him in three quick steps, wanting to hang on him, but he flatly refused.

My sister is going to die.

Do you have anything you want to say?

Luo Qingyuan looked calmly at the black-robed man's face while frantically scanning his information.

Flying Flower Second Heaven, demonic cultivator? What kind of scheme is this? I'm too weak to beat him right now... huh? Never mind.

So you already know, do you?

There isn't any way to break the curse, right?

Too late... Though it's only a half-finished product, it'll do. The black-robed man exhaled a cold breath, spreading a large mass of black mist evenly over his body. He curled one hand into a claw and ripped at Mo Huaxuan's door. The wooden door was torn apart in an instant, and Mo Huaxuan behind it was sucked into the air, then in a flash turned into a pile of dust.

No choice. I'll have to replenish my power with flesh and blood. Looks like you still haven't recovered your strength. Maybe the fear you're feeling will squeeze out a great deal of delicious emotion too.

Sister!

Mo Huali watched Mo Huaxuan disintegrate and vanish before her eyes, unable even to say a word. Those terrified eyes were sure to haunt her dreams.

Yes, yes, that's it! Everyone's expressions are wonderful! The black-robed man greedily sucked in the black mist Mo Huaxuan had brought, his body gradually solidifying and becoming somewhat more robust than before.

Ahhh-my cultivation rose again-this kind of improvement is fast after all. A good furnace cauldron is wonderful!

Everyone, leave the courtyard at once! Retreat inside!

Luo Qingyuan shouted to everyone around him. In truth, he didn't even need to say it; the courtesans had already fled into the building, and under Luo Qingyuan's direction the brothel owner carried the unconscious Mo Huali inside as well.

Looks like you don't have the strength to stop me. Plans change: you'll become the foundation for me to consolidate my cultivation! The black-robed man swept out a hand, and a surging black gale hurled itself at Luo Qingyuan.

Senior sister! Save me!

Sshh---

A long spear pierced the air and planted itself precisely in front of Luo Qingyuan, stopping the gale dead in its tracks.

Where is the bastard who hurt our little Xiaoyuan~

Luo Qingyuan caught a whiff of a familiar sweet fragrance and immediately pointed at the black-robed man ahead.

Him!

Die!

Luo Qingyuan felt sorry for the black-robed man in his heart. Right now, he was already thinking about how to send away this senior sister who terrified him after it was over.

I don't want to be squeezed dry!

Who are you--- hiss!

Is it this hand~ or this hand over here? Hee hee~ A rabid dog needs to be slaughtered~ Ah-struggle a little more~ The black-robed man was truly scared out of his wits. He couldn't even see the crazy woman's face, only hear the chilling laughter behind the veil. He had been planning to disperse into black mist and escape, but when that spear pinned him in place, all chance of flight vanished. The spiritual power inside him instantly roiled into chaos. Forget resistance; just the disorder alone made him feel like he was about to collapse.

Ih---hiss---mm---

Luo Qingyuan didn't dare look too closely. He covered his eyes with both hands, peeking through his fingers as his gorgeous senior sister rode the black-robed man and stabbed furiously with the hairpin she used to pin up her hair. Her technique was so good that even after the black-robed man had turned into a fountain, he still hadn't died.

Hee hee~ So pretty~ Human bodies really are marvelous~ I wonder how long he'll last~ Luo Qingyuan wanted to run desperately, but there was another spear behind him too. It was his third senior sister's magical weapon, one of the black-and-white twin spears, Twin Dragon Cold Spring. It already had a spirit of its own and was chatting with Luo Qingyuan.

Long time no see, Xiaoyuan~

The white spear's voice was innocent and clear as it cheerfully greeted Luo Qingyuan.

Ah~ is there any chance you could let me leave first, A-Bai? Both spears had the ability to pin shadows in place, so with his shadow nailed down, Luo Qingyuan couldn't move either.

No, no. If you leave, Xiao Meng will be annoyingly chatty and noisy.

Tang Yimeng, Luo Qingyuan's third senior sister, was at the Second Heaven of Melted Snow and only four years older than him. Her black hair fell to her waist, and beyond her scorching curves, those long jade legs were every man's dream. But every male cultivator who had dual-cultivated with her never dared do it a second time. No one was going to mess with his own life.

Born with an innate lust furnace, her cultivation advanced at a terrifying pace, and she also possessed famous natural endowments: snow peaks and deep valleys, a dragon drawing in water. Whether it was her breasts or her pussy, she left men unable to pull away.

Her personality, however, was a bit defective.

Why aren't you talking? Say something~ Oh dear, maybe he's already dead?

Tang Yimeng rose off the black-robed man, blazing light surging in her palm as she bombarded him again and again.

Senior sister? What are you doing?

Cleaning up trash~ We can't leave trash in someone else's courtyard now, can we~ Only once not even ash remained did Tang Yimeng smile, pull out the black spear, and store it in her ring. Her unnervingly lively eyes fixed on Luo Qingyuan's face as she closed in on him at terrifying speed.

Xiaoyuan~ smooch---

Tang Yimeng wrapped her arms around Luo Qingyuan and pressed her fragrant lips fiercely to his. Dressed even more scantily than a courtesan, she only rubbed herself against him, and her full snowy breasts spilled out from her dress while her knee couldn't help grinding into his crotch.

Mm---Senior sister, stop! It's a little hard to breathe!

Ah---okay~

Tang Yimeng let go, first calling the white spear back, then tugging at her dress and laboriously stuffing her twin peaks back inside it. She didn't do anything else, just stared at Luo Qingyuan.

Why did senior sister come here? Weren't you cultivating?

Ah~ Master said you had taken in a little sex slave, so in a fit of anger I flew here from the next next next... place over.

Th-that was pretty fast...

Master also said you were cursed, so I poured on every bit of speed and rushed over here. Speaking of which, how did you know I was coming? Was it because you like senior sister so much that you wanted to have fun with senior sister?

“Uh... probably not... It’s just that the floral-fruit scent on you is something I’ve never smelled on anyone else.”

“I see, I see. Mm-hmm...”

Luo Qingyuan laughed it off, but he could never say that the real reason was that he was terrified Tang Yimeng would drain him dry. As long as she was within fifty meters of him, he felt like his brother was being clenched in a fist.

“Then where’s that little sex slave of yours? Obviously, senior sister wanted to be Xiaoyuan’s first sex slave, and then spend every day loving each other with Xiaoyuan, from morning till night~ heeheehee~” Terrifying! He’d die, wouldn’t he?

Luo Qingyuan looked at Tang Yimeng grinning stupidly in front of him and was sweating bullets.

“Right, where’s the proprietor?”

Luo Qingyuan had wanted to let go of Tang Yimeng’s hand, but the little hand was clenched so tightly she simply refused to give him the chance.

“Buddy, what happened?”

“It’s over. That guy’s dead through and through, not even ash left. But... Mo Huaxuan is the same.” Looking at Mo Huali, who was unconscious on his bed, Luo Qingyuan sighed and met the proprietor’s eyes.

“So that’s her? Mm~ hah! She has the same aura as that black-robed man from just now!” The instant Tang Yimeng bent down, she sensed a similar fluctuation.

“Because that guy just now ate her sister... uh, swallowed her?” Luo Qingyuan really couldn’t think of a better way to describe what he had seen.

“Then there’s no saving her. Not just the body, even the soul is gone. After all, the remaining soul from that man is in my spear, and there isn’t a single trace of anyone else’s spirit mixed in.” Tang Yimeng had lost the dazed look from earlier and become a lot more serious. She spread her hands and summoned her black spear.

“Ah... the soul is gone too. I absorbed it a little too fast. Sorry about that, little girl.” Tang Yimeng could tell that Mo Huali had already woken up, so she spoke in her direction. The instant she finished, it was obvious that Mo Huali’s body seemed to deflate, the tension leaving her all at once.

“Here, take this. Consider it compensation.”

Tang Yimeng handed the proprietor a piece of fine jade. Just by looking at the quality, anyone could tell it was worth a fortune, and the proprietor hurriedly waved it off.

“No, no, no, there’s really nothing to compensate for. If anything, we should be thanking you for saving everyone.”

“It was just a side effect, but I did smash through all the stone flooring in this courtyard—”

“Really, no need at all! It didn’t cost much.”

“Fine.”

Tang Yimeng put the round jade away and sat listlessly in the chair, rubbing at the hem of her skirt.

“I’ll head out first. Talk slowly.”

The proprietor tactfully left the room, leaving Luo Qingyuan with the two women. No one knew how long passed before Mo Huali broke the silence.

“My sister was a very stubborn person, stubborn to the point of being willful. Anything she thought was good for me, she would do, even if I didn’t need it. But I’m very happy. I had a sister. I still have family. I at least still have one person who... loves me...” Mo Huali paused, not knowing what she was thinking. She had her back to them and wouldn’t let them see her expression.

“My sister... probably just wanted to live an ordinary life with me... Maybe, it really was my sister who did it. In any case, I’m sorry, Master...”

“You’re not allowed to kill yourself.”

Tang Yimeng loosely closed her hand, temporarily taking control of Mo Huali’s body and forcing her to lie obediently in bed.

“What your sister did has nothing to do with you. It’s normal that you’d feel ashamed because of it, but dying won’t help. Your sister won’t come back, and Xiaoyuan will lose one sex slave. Just behave and stay Xiaoyuan’s toy. Don’t think so much.” My senior sister really was too good with words. Totally stunned.

Luo Qingyuan covered his eyes and didn’t even dare look at Mo Huali. The first time he met Tang Yimeng, he already knew she was completely incapable of comforting anyone, and their master was often driven to chest pain by her because of it.

“My senior sister isn’t very good with words, Huali. What I want you to know is that your sister has passed away, and I’m very sorry. Your sister wanting to hurt me has nothing to do with you either. If you feel like you need punishment, then the punishment I hope you’ll accept is staying by my side for the rest of your life and never going anywhere.”

“That doesn’t count as punishment...”

Mo Huali said timidly, and Tang Yimeng immediately added, “It does. Sex with Xiaoyuan feels damn good.”

The room fell into a brief silence. Embarrassment made Luo Qingyuan restless, and he rubbed his fingers against the edge of Mo Huali’s bed.

“Master? Could you... hold me?”

Tang Yimeng withdrew her hand in a flash, and Mo Huali immediately threw herself into Luo Qingyuan’s arms. Fatigue made her fall asleep before long. Luo Qingyuan gently stroked her back and simply lay down with her, fully dressed.

“I~ want~ in~ too~”

Tang Yimeng neatly stripped off her clothes and slid under the blankets, creating a pileup of embraces.

“Senior sister... don’t grope around...”

“I never thought that the little boy who was able to hold back tears back then would also learn how to take care of other people. That’s good. Sleep. Senior sister is here. Nothing you don’t want will happen.” Tang Yimeng’s rare senior-sister demeanor put Luo Qingyuan at ease as well. He closed his eyes and immediately fell dead asleep.

“Heh heh~ poor little sister... but lucky too... well, sweet dreams, you two.” Tang Yimeng hummed softly a little tune written by the mother she had never met, watching over the two juniors in front of her. She let time pass and refused to let even the slightest mishap touch them.

Why does it feel like... tsk—

“Good evening~”

“Mm... senior sister...”

The moment Luo Qingyuan opened his eyes, he found the two naked women draped over him. Unlike the freshly blossomed Mo Huali, Tang Yimeng’s body had a more mature allure. Especially those breasts; just pressing against him made the weight oppressive, let alone the obscene way she had curved her long legs and hooked the backs of her knees around his rigid cock.

“Good evening, Master.”

“Feeling better now?”

“Dream sister taught this sex slave a lot, so this sex slave is a bit better.”

“Question! Why are you calling yourself a sex slave?”

Tang Yimeng tilted her face and asked Mo Huali in confusion. Even her side profile was enough to make plenty of men lose their heads over her.

“Huh? No, isn’t that how I’m supposed to say it? The books... the books said so...”

“Aah~ so cute~”

Tang Yimeng kissed Mo Huali’s flushed cheek, making her lower her head even more.

“Mm, that’s kind of fun. Then call yourself that.”

Luo Qingyuan kissed Mo Huali’s forehead, and the fragrance on both sides made his cock stir.

“Your sex slave will obey your wishes.”

“Don’t worry about Xiaoyuan abandoning you. He likes you a lot. I’ve never had that kind of treatment, senior sister; he never takes the initiative to hug his sister!” Uh, if he hugged her, wouldn’t they have to take it all the way?

Luo Qingyuan only dared say that in his head. If he actually said it out loud, it would be fatal.

“Get up and eat. They brought food over. It’s still warm~”

“Let me ask you something: you really didn’t drain me while I was asleep, did you?” As soon as Luo Qingyuan said that, Mo Huali’s face went bright red, and she held up two fingers.

“Twice? Huali is fine, but I feel like it was more than twice. My waist can’t even straighten up.”

“Hm? Senior sister definitely didn’t do anything! She isn’t that kind of person!”

“Senior sister.”

“Hm?”

“It leaked out.”

Luo Qingyuan stared wordlessly at Tang Yimeng’s gorgeous ass. Semen was steadily dripping from her cunt. Hearing that, Tang Yimeng panicked.

“Whoa...”

“Don’t copy her!”

Luo Qingyuan pinched Mo Huali’s nipple and pointed at Tang Yimeng as he said it.

“O-okay.”

“Ah~ Senior sister wants Xiaoyuan to play with her nipples too! Maybe we should skip breakfast for now!”

“Don’t—”