Silk-Stockinged Feet, Toyed With Slowly

At night, Wei Yang walked alone toward the Goddess Hall.

The moon hung bright and the stars were sparse overhead. Under that quiet, lonely moonlight, Wei Yang walked while sinking deep into thought.

He was thinking about the deeper purpose of the two people who had come today. If they had only wanted to take his senior sister away, there was no need for them to come in person.

They only needed to send word that the emperor was critically ill. With his senior sister's temperament, there was no way she would have stood by and done nothing. Without anyone persuading her, she would naturally have returned.

Yet Li Taizai of the Li Dynasty, together with his wife Jinse, had gone to all this trouble to make the trip.

That made Wei Yang suspect that the two of them had some deeper motive.

After all, Li Taizai was a towering figure, second only to the ruler of the Li Dynasty, and every move his wife made represented Li Taizai's political direction.

'Ha, what does any of that have to do with me?'

Wei Yang thought it over, shook his head, and laughed. 'With Master and Senior Sister around, I wouldn't even be emperor.'

Wei Yang kept heading toward the Goddess Hall.

After a while, he passed the Ladies' Hall and came to a stop.

'Uh... ah... mmnh...'

'Husband, faster...'

'Mm... ah... okay...'

A faint moan suddenly sounded in his mind.

Wei Yang immediately stopped walking and listened carefully for a moment, only then realizing that it was Li Taizai and his wife Jinse, who had been arranged to stay in the Ladies' Hall.

He could only hear those low, restrained moans laced with excitement. He couldn't see the scene, but his mind had already formed it on its own.

Inside one of the rooms in the Ladies' Hall, Jinse was wearing a sheer gauze nightdress and lying on top of Li Taizai.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together. Li Taizai's face looked a little pale, but his hips were thrusting hard, making Jinse's alluring body rise and fall again and again.

'Wife...'

Li Taizai panted violently, as if he could no longer bear that overwhelming lewd heat. His lower body sagged onto the bed, no longer able to move.

'Husband, what's wrong...?'

Even though she still hadn't been satisfied in the slightest, Jinse still wiped the sweat from Li Taizai's forehead with concern.

'Wife, I've wronged you. Ever since my foundation was broken by Wei Ming back then, I've always been unable to keep up.'

Li Taizai sighed.

'Husband, it's all right. Big Sister the Mistress said she'd give you a Foundation-Nourishing Pill. This time, when we go back, I'll ask her for one, and it'll definitely help you recover.'

Jinse brushed back her jet-black hair. Her exquisite face was covered in a sheen of sweat, making her look incomparably seductive.

'Ha, your Mistress Sister has always wanted to see me dead. Wei Ming's death back then also had something to do with me.'

'Even if I wasn't the one who killed him, I was still an indirect killer.'

Li Taizai sighed again.

'The union between Mistress Sister and the Northern Sword Saint Wei Ming was never about love. It was only because of Zizai Fang's tradition.'

'Choose the most talented man, marry him into the sect, and complete Zizai Fang's five realms of heart-bewitchment, making him sink so deeply into the torment of love that he can't pull himself free. That's Zizai Fang. Back then, Sister was the most outstanding disciple in the sect, and it took her who knows how much hardship just to forge a connection with the Northern Sword Saint.'

'But at least the ending wasn't too bad. The Northern Sword Saint died, but Sister lived.'

Every word from Jinse landed on Wei Yang's heart like a hammer.

'Wei Ming... Liu Xuanyin... Zizai Fang... Mistress Guanzizai...'

'So that's how it was...'

Wei Yang's mood had already fallen into the lowest pit. At first, he still held a trace of filial feeling toward his mother, Liu Xuanyin, but Jinse's words shattered even that last bit of mother-and-son affection.

'Father, this is your fate, then...'

'But with me here, the name of the Northern Sword Saint won't be forgotten by the world...'

'Liu Xuanyin, when we meet again, you'd better not lose your composure...'

Wei Yang was filled with pain, but even more than pain, it was hatred.

'Husband, do it once more. I'm a little uncomfortable.'

Jinse's body in that sheer gauze nightdress kept writhing against Li Taizai, and the ultra-thin black stockings on her legs slid constantly against his skin.

Her face was flushed with desire as she stuck out the tip of her pink tongue and licked Li Taizai's cheek.

'Ah... Wife, I'm tired. Let's rest for a day.'

'Tomorrow, when we go back, I'll comfort you properly...'

As he spoke, Li Taizai's eyes slowly closed. He was truly exhausted and drifted off into sleep.

Jinse shot her husband a deeply resentful glance, her face filled with obvious disappointment.

Even a woman as cold and proud on the outside as she was still needed a man's warmth.

Within the Li Dynasty, who knew how many men feared her day and night, and who knew how many wanted to pin her beneath them and make her rise and fall again and again.

'Husband, then rest.'

Jinse said lightly, and the once infinitely alluring expression on her face cooled as well.

She stood up, drenched in sweat, feeling an unbearable itch inside her pussy. But as the wife of the current grand chancellor, and with her own reserved, icy temperament, she couldn't bring herself to do anything too wanton to relieve herself.

'Mistress Sister... just how long do you intend to keep fighting with my husband?'

Jinse couldn't help thinking, and in her mind the days she had once spent with Mistress Sister flashed by.

That feeling, the joy of skin rubbing against skin and flesh rubbing against flesh, made her a little addicted.

Thinking of that, Jinse's face returned to its cold, indifferent state.

Just then, she heard faint footsteps outside the hall.

'Who is it?'

Jinse picked up the sheer long robe she had tossed to the floor and rushed out of the hall...

Wei Yang saw a flash of light rushing toward him. He instinctively activated his inner technique and leapt back more than ten meters, barely avoiding the strike.

'It's you...'

Jinse looked at Wei Yang not far away, her expression somewhat strange.

'Lady Jinse.'

After seeing Jinse, Wei Yang bowed his head and greeted her in a low voice.

'So it's you.'

After recognizing Wei Yang's face, Jinse said flatly, though her heart was secretly tense. Had he heard the scene of her lovemaking with her husband just now?

'I was merely passing by.'

Wei Yang glanced at her and said.

'So this is the mistress's child?'

Jinse's gaze remained fixed on Wei Yang. 'He looks three parts like Wei Ming, but this handsome face probably still came from the mistress's looks.'

'In a few years, he'll surely attract even more women, won't he?'

Thinking of that, Jinse looked at him coolly. 'There's nothing else. You may go.'

'Farewell.'

Wei Yang did not look at her again and headed straight toward the Goddess Hall.

'Wait...'

Just then, Jinse called him back again.

'Lady Jinse, is there something else?'

Wei Yang looked at her curiously. This woman, whose looks were no less stunning than his master Feng Aoxian's, seemed to carry a loneliness that would not go away.

'Walk with me for a bit.'

Jinse said, then walked toward the plaza not far away, where moonlight was spilling over the ground.

Wei Yang gave no answer and followed her directly.

A moment later, Jinse stopped and turned to look at him. 'Your name is Wei Yang?'

'Yes.'

Wei Yang said solemnly.

'Are you doing well here?'

Hearing Jinse's words, Wei Yang was a little surprised, as if the woman before him knew him.

'Master treats me like her own son.'

Wei Yang said.

'I see... then it seems Palace Master Feng really is raising you as her own child.'

Jinse's voice was very soft, so soft that after Wei Yang heard it, he almost felt as if he hadn't caught it clearly.

'Lady Jinse, what do you mean by that?'

Wei Yang asked.

At that moment, Jinse turned her head and smiled. That smile seemed able to melt an iceberg.

'Call me Aunt Jin.'

Jinse looked at him and said. The more she looked, the more he seemed like a handsome man who carried Wei Ming's temperament and Mistress Sister's beauty all at once.

'This...'

Before Wei Yang could finish, Jinse said again, 'If I tell you to call me that, then call me that. Are you wronged by it?'

'Yes, Aunt Jin.'

Wei Yang said in a low voice, but his eyes unconsciously drifted toward the sheer gauze robe Jinse was wearing.

Her full breasts, her beautiful yet cool face, the ultra-thin black stockings on her legs, and the pink shoes on her feet all gave off a body scent so intoxicating it was impossible to resist.

'What are you looking at?'

Jinse suddenly looked at him and said coldly.

'No... nothing... Aunt Jin...'

Jinse's heart trembled. Wei Yang's burning gaze made her body quiver, and especially the heat that had not yet been released from inside her. Under Wei Yang's stare, it grew even more intense.

'Look at me one more time, and I'll dig your eyes out. Understand?'

Jinse said coldly.

'Yes, Aunt Jin.'

Wei Yang lowered his head and said.

Jinse knew exactly how alluring her current clothes were. No man in this world could resist them.

At the same time, she couldn't help wondering whether she had been too harsh on this nephew of hers. After all, she herself was dressed in such a seductive way, so it was only natural that he would think that way.

Thinking of that, she couldn't help resenting her husband. If Li Taizai had satisfied her, the heat burning in her pussy wouldn't be flaring up like fire right now.

'It's late. You should go.'

Jinse said again, turning to leave, but her trembling body suddenly went numb and she nearly fell to the ground.

Wei Yang instinctively rushed forward and wrapped both arms around Jinse's alluring, soft, fragrant body.

'Ah...'

Held in Wei Yang's arms, Jinse let out a seductive moan. Her skin was covered in fragrant sweat, and the sheer gauze dress she wore was completely soaked through.

Her lower body also couldn't help but grow slick with moisture.

'Aunt Jin, are you all right?'

Holding Jinse in his arms, Wei Yang felt wave after wave of piercing body scent pour into his nose, and even his lower body became as hard as an iron rod.

Jinse lay across Wei Yang's chest like an octopus, her breathing growing more rapid. Her huge breasts rose and fell like balloons, pressed against Wei Yang's warm chest.

At that instant, the emotions she had been unable to release became even more intense, and the heat in her pussy deepened. Thick slick kept leaking out, sliding down between her thighs and dripping onto her pink shoes.

'What are you doing!'

Jinse said coldly. Only after using all her strength did she wrench herself free from Wei Yang's embrace, and her face instantly cooled.

'Forget it. It's not your fault.'

Jinse shook her head, her eyes conflicted, and said softly.

'Aunt Jin, do you have any connection with my mother?'

Wei Yang suddenly asked, making Jinse freeze for a moment.

'Why are you asking that?'

Jinse composed herself and looked at him.

'Nothing. I was just asking casually.'

Wei Yang said, but in his heart he had already guessed quite a bit. From the way Jinse had just asked him to call her Aunt Jin, she was clearly very close to his biological mother.

Although he had long since forgotten what his mother looked like, he still knew her name and her appearance, and judging from Jinse's expression toward him, there was a high probability that she had a very close relationship with the mother who had abandoned him ten years ago.

'Do you... hate her?'

Jinse suddenly asked.

'I wouldn't say I hate her. I probably won't see her again in this lifetime either.'

Wei Yang shook his head and said, 'I can guess that you and she are very close, but I don't want to ask any more.'

'She has her life, and I have mine. Since she let go ten years ago, that means the bond between us as mother and son already ended then.'

'But no matter what, please pass on my regards to her and thank her for giving birth to me. Otherwise I wouldn't exist in this world.'

Wei Yang forced a smile, already guessing that Jinse and the mother he had not seen for ten years were closely connected.

'You... haaa...'

Jinse suddenly sighed. 'I'll pass your words on. But do you really not want to see your biological mother anymore?'

'Would it still mean anything if I did?'

Wei Yang looked straight at her. 'I've long forgotten what Mother looks like. Maybe she forgot she even had a child like me a long time ago.'

'Now, Palace Master Feng Aoxian is my mother. I treat her like my own birth mother.'

Hearing this, Jinse fell silent, then said, 'If that's the case, it's better for both of you not to meet again.'

'If there comes a day when you can come to the Li Dynasty, you can come find Auntie.'

Wei Yang nodded.

Jinse turned and walked back toward the Ladies' Hall, then suddenly stopped again.

She looked at Wei Yang with some struggle, her full breasts rising and falling.

'Next time you see Auntie, don't let Auntie catch you looking at me with those filthy eyes again.'

'No...'

Before Wei Yang could finish speaking, Jinse cut him off. 'You think Auntie can't tell?'

'When Auntie appeared during the day, your eyes kept staring at Auntie's beautiful stockinged feet. What a little pervert.'

Jinse's face turned red. 'Keep looking, and I'll dig your eyes out.'

After saying that, Jinse turned and left.

Wei Yang looked at Jinse's graceful figure, and the way her hips swayed made it impossible not to have wicked thoughts.

'Ha, what a peerless beauty. Li Taizai, Li Taizai, with a woman like that in your hands, and you can still act so indifferent.'

Thinking of the low moans he had heard earlier, the swelling in Wei Yang's lower body grew even stronger.

After a while, Wei Yang returned to the Goddess Hall again.

After entering his master's sleeping chamber, he saw his master Feng Aoxian lying on the bed in a thin gauze robe.

She wore flesh-toned ultra-thin sheer stockings on her feet, and pale red embroidered shoes on top of them. Her loose black hair spilled across the bed, making her look extraordinarily beautiful.

As if she had heard footsteps, Feng Aoxian rolled over from her prone position and looked at Wei Yang.

'Yang'er, you met that woman named Jinse during the day, didn't you?'

Hearing Feng Aoxian's words, Wei Yang froze for a moment. 'Master, how do you know?'

'Hmph. Little brat, what is there that can be hidden from your master?'

'Fine. I've left a divine sense on you. No matter what happens to you, I can sense it through that divine sense, and I can rush to your side at the first moment.'

Feng Aoxian said.

'Oh? Then Master is spying on me?'

Wei Yang walked to the bedside, reached out, and took hold of Feng Aoxian's beautiful feet, starting to massage them gently.

'Ahh... you heartless disciple. Your master is worried you'll be in danger.'

'Hiss... a little harder. I've been wearing shoes all day, and they feel so sore.'

Feng Aoxian let out a comfortable moan.

Wei Yang pressed Feng Aoxian's left shoe against his face. He inhaled hard through his nose, and the scent of feet mixed with the smell of sweat poured into his mouth and nose all at once.

He rested his cheek against the shoe and breathed into it for a while, then took the shoe off and held it to his face, breathing in hard.

Haa...

'The scent of your feet is so strong, Master. Did you deliberately go all day without changing shoes just so your disciple could smell them?'

Wei Yang grinned.

'Ahh... you perverted disciple. I'll smother you to death with my shoe!'

She used her ultra-thin flesh-colored stockinged foot to press the pale red shoe hard against Wei Yang's face.

A sour, tangy smell mixed with a special foot fragrance kept flooding in.

'How does it smell? I prepared this specially for a pervert like you.'

Feng Aoxian said with a dazed, intoxicated look. For this handsome disciple of hers, she loved him more and more, and wanted nothing more than to hold him in her arms at every moment.

'Liu Xuanyin, oh Liu Xuanyin, I really have to thank you. If you hadn't abandoned Yang'er, how could I ever have had him?'

'Just keep being your inhuman, cold, heartless mistress.'

'I'm going to stay with Yang'er for a lifetime and never let go.'

Thinking of that, fierce love welled up in Feng Aoxian's eyes. She kicked off the pale red shoe from her left foot and pressed her ultra-thin stockinged foot against Wei Yang's cheek.

'I know this little pervert likes it. Tonight I wore flesh-colored stockings and flew dozens of miles through the air, so what's on them now is the most original scent of sweat.'

Feng Aoxian said as she stared at Wei Yang rubbing his face against her beautiful foot.

'Smells good, doesn't it, good disciple?'

Feng Aoxian laughed softly.

'It smells amazing. I could never get enough of it for the rest of my life. I want to smell it every day...'

'Master, don't ever leave me for the rest of your life, all right?'

Wei Yang said passionately.

'Yes, Master will never leave you. Whenever you want to lick Master's beautiful feet, Master will let you lick them.'

'Do you like these flesh-colored stockings just as they are?'

'Yes. I love Master the most.'

Wei Yang rubbed his cheek hard against Feng Aoxian's beautiful feet. A moment later, he lowered the pale red shoe that had covered his face and opened his mouth to take her silk-stockinged foot.

His wet tongue slid over it again and again, and Feng Aoxian's entire beautiful foot was soon completely soaked.

'Mmm, Master's feet smell so good. I could lick them for a lifetime and still not get enough.'

'As long as I can lick them every day, I'll do anything.'

Wei Yang opened his mouth and frantically licked both silk-stockinged feet. They were already completely soaked, and the bright red toenails were crystal clear, like gemstones.

'Mmgh... hnngh... as long as you like it, that's fine. Your master can go three days without changing stockings, so my good disciple can lick the most natural scent on them.'