"Mr. Cui... you came from somewhere big, didn't you? Oh... what am I calling you Mr. Cui for? You're clearly... clearly just a young fellow..."
Her words were accompanied by muted, lilting sounds that seemed tinged with pain.
Her voice was tender as water, filled with an indescribable allure.
Cui Jiuyang's eyes flew open in bed, his face full of shock.
Holy shit, this little widow... she's fantasizing about me!
Chapter 272: Variations
Cui Jiuyang was a hot-blooded young man, at an age when a fellow's backside could practically cook pancakes. With his extreme yang fate, he was particularly sensitive to such things.
Listening to the soft, intermittent moans drifting from the main room next door, their soul-stealing allure inevitably set his thoughts wandering and left him itching with desire.
"No, I'm an immortal cultivator! How can I let these worldly desires trouble me!"
"Absolutely not, I'm an immortal cultivator!! Only by cutting things off decisively can I attain the Great Dao!"
"I mustn't, I'm an immortal cultivator!!! How can I let myself be tainted by anything so filthy!"
He tried to suppress his surging blood.
He considered circulating his spiritual power to shut off his hearing, yet felt inexplicably reluctant to do so.
It reminded him of his dormitory days. Every night after lights-out, the others in his room would secretly huddle together around a smartphone, frantically shaking it to find anonymous drift bottles.
If they happened to find a suggestive voice-message treat from some lonely older woman, they would treasure it, taking turns listening over and over with excited, sleazy expressions before egging one another on.
Now he did not have to bother shaking for bottles. This vivid, sensual live broadcast was just one wall away, perfectly audible, but the experience was a hundred, a thousand times more