The Cultivation Techniques Are Here!
The VIP lounge was bathed in warm, bright sunlight.
With a soft push of the door, Dongfang Yueming, dressed in a blue robe, strolled in leisurely.
Shen Yuyan, who was sitting on the sofa, instantly felt endless tenderness and affection in her beautiful eyes the moment she saw the young man.
She didn't even bother to straighten her instructor's uniform, and quickly walked up to him in her black high heels, obediently throwing her voluptuous and mature body into the young man's arms.
Dongfang Yueming wrapped his long arm around her and unceremoniously grabbed her soft, slender waist, which was wrapped in a dark green high-waisted skirt, and then pulled the stunningly beautiful woman onto his lap.
His large hand slipped through the gap in her silk skirt and skillfully caressed her long, shapely legs, which were covered in glossy black stockings and full of flesh, eliciting a sweet and shy moan from the beautiful woman.
"Husband... Leng Qingqiu came by just now."
Shen Yuyan pressed her beautiful face against the young man's neck and recounted in detail how Leng Qingqiu had not broken off the engagement and had agreed to go to the Supreme Library to steal the family's martial arts techniques.
Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Dongfang Yueming's eyes. "Oh? That self-righteous, aloof genius actually possesses such courage and loyalty?"
Shen Yuyan's beautiful eyes shifted slightly, and suddenly, with a hint of resentment and bitterness, she gently pinched the boy's cheek, and said coquettishly:
"What? I heard your fiancée is so devoted to you... Are you secretly overjoyed, my husband? That Leng Qingqiu is known as the most beautiful woman in the whole school, so much younger and more delicate than this old woman like me..."
Looking at the beautiful, mature woman in his arms, who was usually Wushuang but was now acting like a jealous little wife, Dongfang Yueming couldn't help but chuckle.
He lowered his head and kissed Shen Yuyan's luscious red lips fiercely, until the beautiful woman was panting and weak all over, before whispering domineeringly:
In my eyes, all the women in the world combined couldn't compare to even a single strand of my Yan'er.
Shen Yuyan's heart was completely melted by these sweet words, and her eyes filled with a dreamy love.
She gently stroked the boy's chest, her tone becoming incredibly sincere and magnanimous:
"My husband is destined to shatter galaxies and dominate eternity—a supreme true dragon... For Yan'er to have a place by his side is already the greatest blessing from heaven. As long as my husband has me in his heart, even if he takes in ten or eight goddesses and saintesses in the future, Yan'er will never be jealous. I will definitely manage the inner quarters perfectly for my husband!"
Time flies.
Before they knew it, it was the night before the [Rising Star Competition].
Fallen Star City, Dongfang Manor.
Night falls and the city lights begin to twinkle.
In the master bedroom's living room, Shen Yuyan was wearing a light and transparent violet silk slip dress, lazily nestled in Dongfang Yueming's arms, letting the young man's large hands freely knead her full, plump, black-stockinged buttocks, the air filled with a warm and decadent fragrance.
"Ding-dong!"
The access control beep code outside the manor suddenly sounded crisply.
Dressed in a plain white trench coat, Leng Qingqiu arrived promptly at the door under the cover of night, carrying two golden jade slips that exuded ancient charm.
However, the moment Leng Qingqiu stepped into the hall—
The sensual scene before her eyes caused her beautiful, aloof face to freeze completely!
On the luxurious sofa in the center of the hall, Shen Yuyan, the usually cold and strict top instructor who instilled fear in countless teachers and students, was now curled up in Dongfang Yueming's arms like a completely tamed kitten, her clothes half off, her long, beautiful legs in black stockings resting unobstructed on the boy's knees!
Meanwhile, Dongfang Yueming's large hand was brazenly covering Shen Yuyan's snow-white cleavage, which was about to burst forth!
"Professor Shen... Professor Shen?! Yueming?!"
Leng Qingqiu felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her beautiful eyes wide open, her mind blank and suffocating like never before!
[The aloof and strict female mentor... turns out they have this kind of relationship in private?!]
Upon seeing this, Shen Yuyan blushed slightly, but she did not get up in a panic. Instead, she leaned against Dongfang Yueming with the composure and dignity of an empress.
Dongfang Yueming remained calm, not even withdrawing his large hand from the beautiful woman's waist, his gaze serenely fixed on the aloof young woman standing frozen in place.
"Qingqiu, did you bring the things?"
Leng Qingqiu's delicate body trembled slightly. She took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the turmoil in her heart.
She stepped forward and respectfully placed the two volumes of "Martial God's Nine Turns: Star Vein Chapter" and "Martial God Nine Revolutions: Star River Chapter," which she had painstakingly retrieved, on the coffee table.
Looking at Dongfang Yueming, who was calm and composed, like a god king from the heavens, and then at Shen Yuyan, who was willingly subdued and had a happy face, she saw the other woman.
A hint of determination and submission flickered in Leng Qingqiu's cool, beautiful eyes.
She gently removed her trench coat, revealing a form-fitting ice-blue battle dress that perfectly accentuated her Ice Skin and Jade Bones. Then, in front of Shen Yuyan, she gracefully curtsied and knelt at Dongfang Yueming's feet.
She raised her exquisitely beautiful, icy face, her voice clear and firm:
"Sister Shen waited for her husband for ten years; Qingqiu is ashamed of herself for that."
"From now on... Qingqiu wishes to call Sister Shen her mistress, and only desires to serve her husband at his side. Even as a concubine... she would be content!"