Lingyuan, Let Go First

Bibi Dong stood in the courtyard, looking up at Ning Chen's receding figure as he vanished into the night sky. The majesty on her face gradually faded, replaced by a complicated yet gentle smile.

She raised a slender hand and lightly touched her still-warm cheek, murmuring softly:

"You little brat..."

"Now that you're back, as your master, I naturally won't let you leave me again."

Under the moonlight, her violet eyes glimmered with an almost obsessive possessiveness.

The night wind howled as Ning Chen flew on his sword above Wuhun City, feeling absolutely delighted.

"Whew... I finally managed to fool her."

He let out a long breath, feeling as though he had just taken a trip through the gates of hell.

Thinking back on everything that had happened in Bibi Dong's courtyard, Ning Chen still felt lingering fear.

"Damn it, that woman is getting harder and harder to deal with."

"But, hehe, she also seems to be getting more and more interesting."

He had realized that he increasingly enjoyed seeing Bibi Dong act so awkwardly—clearly caring deeply inside, yet insisting on putting on a cold and aloof front.

The thrill of conquering the strongest woman on the continent was simply more exhilarating than absorbing a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

"Now that I've dealt with Teacher, it's time to go see my dear Sister Lingyuan."

The moment he thought of Lingyuan's fiery figure and seductive charm, Ning Chen felt heat rise within him.

Unlike Bibi Dong, that lofty queen who demanded admiration from afar, Lingyuan felt more like a mature and bewitching older sister—someone who cared for him and knew how to tease him.

They were two completely different styles, yet both were equally exceptional and equally impossible to resist.

"I wonder if Sister Lingyuan missed me after not seeing me for a few days."

Ning Chen chuckled and sped up.

His residence was in a separate small building within Spirit Hall. The surroundings were quiet, and the grounds were quite spacious. Aside from Pope Hall, it was one of the finest residences in all of Spirit Hall.

A moment later, Ning Chen appeared in the courtyard before the little building.

He put away the Emperor-Slaying Sword and was just about to push open the door when he suddenly noticed a familiar figure standing outside his residence.

She was tall and slender, with shoulder-length fiery red hair flying freely in the night wind. She wore a fitted black outfit patterned with feathers, perfectly outlining her voluptuous, blazing figure.

Especially beneath the moonlight, her full chest and perky hips formed an S-curve that made one's blood surge.

Who else could it be but Lingyuan?

"Sister Lingyuan? What are you doing here?"

Ning Chen was both surprised and delighted as he hurried over.

Lingyuan, standing at the door, seemed to have been waiting for quite some time and was idly kicking pebbles at her feet.

Upon hearing Ning Chen's voice, she abruptly looked up, and surprise instantly bloomed across her stunningly beautiful face.

"Ning Chen!"

Her voice was filled with excitement and joy.

The next second, before Ning Chen could react, a fragrant breeze rushed toward him.

Lingyuan threw open her arms and leaped straight into Ning Chen's embrace.

Well... more accurately, she used her magnificent chest to bury his entire face.

"Mm!"

Ning Chen felt his face instantly sink into astonishing softness and warmth as a rich body fragrance carrying a faint fiery scent flooded his nostrils.

"Ning Chen! You're finally back!"

Lingyuan tightly wrapped her arms around Ning Chen's neck and pressed him firmly against her chest, her voice brimming with emotion.

"You little brat! Do you have any idea how worried you made your sister when you sneaked off these past few days?"

"I came here every day to wait for you, terrified that something might happen to you!"

Her tone was full of genuine concern and lingering fear.

However, Ning Chen could no longer hear what she was saying.

His entire mind had been overwhelmed into blankness by the incredible sensation and fragrance.

"Mm... holy crap..."

"So... so big, so soft, so fragrant."

Those were the only thoughts left in Ning Chen's mind.

He felt like he was about to suffocate, yet he felt too good to want to pull away.

This feeling was even more intoxicating than consuming immortal herbs.

He could even clearly feel those astonishingly soft mounds trembling slightly with their owner's excitement, continuously pressing against his cheeks.

It was an ultimate, soul-stirring sensation beyond words.

Ning Chen felt his Evil Fire erupt at an unprecedented speed in that instant.

A scorching heat spread from his lower abdomen throughout his entire body.

Yet Lingyuan remained immersed in the joy of reuniting with Ning Chen, completely oblivious to the changes in the younger brother in her arms.

She simply held him tightly, wanting to knead him into her body and vent the worry and longing that had built up over these past days.

After a while, Ning Chen felt he really could not take it anymore.

If this kept up, he might become the first protagonist on Douluo Continent to be smothered to death by a massive chest.

"S-Sister Lingyuan..."

He struggled to squeeze out a sliver of sound from that sea of softness.

"Y-you should let go first... I... I can barely breathe..."

Ning Chen's voice sounded muffled and carried a trace of pain.

"Huh?"

Only then did Lingyuan snap back to her senses.

She abruptly released her arms and looked down, only to see that Ning Chen's entire face had turned red from being deprived of air. He was gasping heavily, looking as if he were about to pass out.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Lingyuan blushed, finally realizing that in her excitement, she had nearly murdered her precious little brother.

She hurriedly took two steps back and clumsily patted Ning Chen's back to help him catch his breath, her face full of apology.

"I'm sorry, Ning Chen. Your sister... your sister was too excited. I didn't notice..."

Ning Chen waved a hand while coughing, signaling that he was fine.

He greedily drew in fresh air, feeling as though he had come back to life.

That feeling just now had truly been painful and blissful at the same time.

Once he had finally recovered, he lifted his head, and his gaze instinctively fell upon Lingyuan's magnificent chest, which was still rising and falling slightly.

Recalling that incredible sensation, Ning Chen's Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously.

He looked at Lingyuan, a mischievous smile appearing on his face. Pointing at her chest, he deliberately teased:

"Sister Lingyuan, it's only been a few days. How did they... get even bigger?"

The moment he said that, Lingyuan's already stunning face instantly turned bright red.

"You little brat! What are you talking about?!"

Lingyuan shot Ning Chen an embarrassed and annoyed glare, then raised a slender hand and seemingly punched him hard in the chest.

But the blow was soft and weak, more like flirtatious banter.

Ning Chen chuckled without dodging, letting her delicate fist land against him.

He found that he seemed to enjoy teasing this older sister more and more—the one who looked seductive and fiery on the outside but occasionally became shy within.

Looking at her bashful and irritated expression, Ning Chen felt as though his heart skipped a beat.

"I'm just telling the truth."

Ning Chen spread his hands innocently and continued:

"You nearly smothered me to death just now. Isn't that proof they're big?"

"You!"

Lingyuan was left speechless by his blunt and suggestive words. Her pretty face had turned so red it looked ready to bleed.

This little brat was becoming bolder and bolder. He dared to say anything now.

But... with him staring at her so openly and praising her figure, Lingyuan actually felt a faint trace of secret delight and pride.

She knew that her figure was one of a kind throughout Spirit Hall.

Who knew how many men secretly talked about her behind her back and lusted after her.

But the gazes of those men only made her feel disgusted and irritated.

Only Ning Chen's gaze—clear yet carrying a hint of aggression—did not repulse her. Instead, it gave her a sense of satisfaction at being admired.

Perhaps it was because she had watched Ning Chen grow up.

In her heart, Ning Chen was like her own little brother... well, a little brother who was exceptionally handsome and exceptionally charming.

Lingyuan took a deep breath and suppressed the shyness in her heart. Her enchanting phoenix eyes lifted slightly.

She thrust out her already impressive chest and deliberately stepped closer to Ning Chen, breathing softly into his ear as she whispered:

"What?"

"Do you want to... reach out and play with them?"

Her voice was filled with seduction, and her warm breath against Ning Chen's ear made half his body go numb.

"Ah!"

Ning Chen's mind instantly went blank, and a rush of blood shot straight to his head.

Holy crap! This woman was playing way too boldly!

She... she actually told me to reach out and play with them?!

Ning Chen's eyes widened at once, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

He could clearly see the teasing and provocative gleam in Lingyuan's watery phoenix eyes.

She was deliberately teasing him!

Ning Chen felt his face flush bright red, even redder than Lingyuan's had been earlier.

He instinctively took a step back, putting some distance between himself and Lingyuan. His eyes darted away as he stammered:

"S-Sister Lingyuan, y-you can't do this..."