Boudoir Pleasures (3)

When morning light shone down on the land, Ah Wan looked through the moon gate again and the door in the courtyard opened with a squeak.

“Zhenjun?”
He bounced up and down, but instead of looking at him, Zhenjun was standing under a tree and staring at a fruit. Ah Wan wanted to tell Zhenjun that the fruit was unripe and couldn’t be eaten when the door opened again.

The beautiful Zheng Zhenren also came out.
Ah Wan made an “Ahwr” sound, but Zheng Zhenren ignored him too. She had even stolen Zhenjun’s clothes to wear, how shameless.

Zheng Wan truly didn’t notice Ah Wan. She walked towards Cui Wang slowly.
“Are you leaving?”

“Mhm,” said Cui Wang plainly.
“The agreement is for one day.”
So, it would be one day.

He made it seem as if she wanted to keep him longer.
Zheng Wan pursed her lips surreptitiously. “Oh,” she said. Thinking that it would be better to get on this person’s good side, she took out a sword tassel she had made earlier from her interdimensional pouch.

“Here, this is for you.”

A snow-coloured sword tassel hung from her fair fingers.

When the wind blew, the fringe of the sword tassel would ripple with snow-coloured light and shadow.

She had once given him a red sword tassel in the mortal world, but after seeing the so-called “graceful as an elegant bird, powerful as a dragon in flight” Incandescent Sword, she felt that that red colour was extremely tacky and did not suit it at all. She had used spider silk from a kind of spider called Snow Spider to make this new sword tassel. Even though it wasn’t something very useful, and one could buy plenty of such tassels with one low-grade Yuan stone, it was pretty.

Cui Wang’s throat bobbed; he reached out to take it.
“Many thanks.”

“Use it, alright?” said Zheng Wan smilingly.

Cui Wang stayed silent, and she wasn’t bothered either. The gift had been delivered and her task was completed, so she waved and said goodbye, then returned to the warm pavilion to assimilate the vital energy she gained this time.

Looking internally with her soul consciousness, she found that she had actually filled the twenty-fourth orifice this time.

…The stronger the desire, the greater the restraint needed, and the faster the advancements in cultivation.
When this sentence came to mind, she automatically thought of Cui Wang.

“What are you thinking about him for?”
Granny Jin said disapprovingly, “All the men in the world are ungrateful and inconstant in love. There’s no need to worry about it.”

“Granny, you’re out?”

“Mhm. That ingrate of yours is really something else. He never lets anyone see anything every time.”
Granny Jin warned her to not fall for him.

“It’s not that I’m falling for him. I was thinking… this so-called skinship is really mysterious.” The corners of Zheng Wan’s lips lifted. “People would take off their clothes, bare themselves to another, and engage in all sorts of intimacy. Even if it’s a stranger, compared to others…”

She paused. “There would be something a little different. “

“So, you have become attached to your ingrate?”

“That’s not it.”
Zheng Wan looked out the window; outside the warm pavilion, flowering trees are in full bloom. “It’s like, there’s a bunch of flowers in a place I frequent. I talk to and watered it personally a few times, and these flowers are now a little different from other flowers. But if there comes a day when I want to pick them, I’d just go ahead and do so.

“I think the same goes for Cui Wang.”

Compared with his passiveness last time, Cui Wang’s resisted much less this time. It could even be said that he had been proactive. He seemed… to have developed a kind of desire for her, and this desire was also tinged with a bit of restlessness that could not be suppressed.

Sometimes, she even had the illusion that Cui Wang somewhat fancied her body.

“You’re right.”
Granny Jin sighed suddenly. “In this world, even if it’s a transactional relationship between a client and a prostitute, if the client visits only one prostitute for a long time, there would be some kind of special friendly sentiments between the two.”

Zheng Wan scolded, “Granny!”

“Is the little lassie getting shy?”
Granny Jin laughed heartily. “Actually, come to think of it, with such a superb specimen, you’re not losing out at all.

“By the way, his… over there, is it heavy?”

“…”
Zheng Wan blushed and thought, It’s probably heavy.
It bumped against her quite a lot.
It’s just that Cui Wang didn’t allow her to look at it, and always wrapped himself up tightly.

Cui Wang didn’t go back to the training grounds. Instead, he went back to the sect.

He lifted a slab of the floor of the cultivation room and retrieved a rectangular box where a thousand-year darksteel plate was buried ten feet deep.

There is a crabapple blossom on the sandalwood box, with an anti-corrosion talisman pasted on the lid. He opened it, and there was a red sword tassel lying quietly inside.
He looked at it for a while, then smoothed out the snow-coloured sword tassel he received today and put it inside.

After affixing the talisman, the sandalwood box was buried into the ground again, covered with a solid layer of soil, then covered up with a bluestone slab.

The old ancestor watched him with cool detachment.
“Can’t you just put it in an interdimensional pouch and be done with it? What’s the meaning of burying it underground?”

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A mini story:

[Regarding the act of painting brows]

Wang: I will not fall twice in the same river.

Old Ancestor: Hah. Late stage fatal disease, no need for explanation.