After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master - Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Fufu closes her eyes

The sky was a dark blue, rain pattering against the window panes.

Jiang Huai got up and went to Chu Xianning’s room, knocking gently on the door. As expected, Chu Xianning was not there. Master must have gone to the secret chamber at the base of the mountain, and Jiang Huai dared not guess what she was doing.

He simply prepared a loving breakfast in the courtyard, then took the food box to Wen Wanwan’s courtyard.

After the knock on the door, Wen Fufu came bouncing out, her black slip dress barely containing her full bosom. Jiang Huai averted his eyes,

“You’re up so early?”

“Sister is teaching me swordplay,” Wen Fufu’s eyes sparkled.

Jiang Huai set the breakfast aside. The courtyard was still drizzled with light rain, and the two sisters swung their wooden swords, their dresses slightly dampened by the droplets, clinging to their creamy bodies. Jiang Huai had only intended to watch, but he suddenly realized that under their dresses, neither sister seemed to be wearing undergarments to bind their chests. Now with the dresses moistened and clinging, he dared not look any further, only allowing his gaze to rest on Wen Wanwan. But looking at Wen Wanwan was like seeing Wen Fufu too, after all, the sisters were cut from the same mold.

What a strange thought, he mused.

Clearly, they had just woken up and were still in their nightgowns from the previous night. After practicing swordplay for a while, until Wen Fufu’s cheeks were flushed and she was out of strength, the sisters finally put down their swords and headed to the bathhouse. Wen Fufu even winked at Jiang Huai,

“Brother-in-law, do you want to join us for a bath?”

Jiang Huai glared at her, but Wen Wanwan showed no embarrassment, only giving Jiang Huai a helpless smile before playfully slapping Wen Fufu’s buttocks, causing a slight tremble. Wen Fufu covered her behind, pouting, and bounced off to the bathhouse with her sister.

…

When the two sisters emerged from the courtyard, Jiang Huai, who was munching on fried mochi balls, suddenly paused.

Perhaps it was because both sisters were dressed in identical maid outfits, the skirts reaching their knees, and Jiang Huai, relying on instinct, distinguished the two. Wen Wanwan wore white stockings, and Wen Fufu wore black ones, even their chunky black leather shoes were the same. Jiang Huai’s eyes were dazzled until both sisters sat in front of him and began to eat their breakfast.

Wen Wanwan seemed to notice Jiang Huai’s confusion and gestured with her eyes for him to look her way. Jiang Huai lowered his head to see her fingertips lifting the skirt, raising it three feet above her knee, and whispered.

“Wanwan wears white over-the-knee socks.”

The tops of the over-the-knee socks were decorated like lace, tightly wrapping around the girl’s slender and lustrous thighs. As Wen Wanwan spoke, she also gently flicked the sock tops with her fingertips, the lace trembling slightly as it pressed into the soft flesh.

“Fufu isn’t,” Wen Fufu innocently looked at Jiang Huai.

“Fufu wears garter stockings, do you want to see, brother-in-law?”

“No, no.”

“Just take a look, it’s okay,” Wen Fufu said, lifting her skirt slightly with her fingertips, and Jiang Huai quickly saw the garter straps connected to her waist.

Her thighs were as soft as jelly, and Jiang Huai’s head began to spin.

If there was only one succubus, Wanwan, he could barely resist, but with the succubus doubled, all he was left with was a dizzy head.

After breakfast, Jiang Huai practiced in the courtyard while the two sisters continued with their sword practice. Wen Fufu had just entered the Qi Cultivation stage, but luckily her sister had prepared the best cultivation resources for her. Now, Wen Wanwan was already at the Divine Transformation second-level, able to receive three thousand spirit stones from the sect each month, and if she had special needs, this number could easily double.

This was the treatment of a sect’s holy maiden. Positions like holy maiden and holy son were more like the flags of a sect, representing its foundation and glory.

Jiang Huai was the previous holy son of the Tianxuan Sect. In fact, the sect master had never mentioned revoking his title, but now that he had lost his cultivation, he naturally couldn’t shamelessly go to collect his spirit stones.

As Jiang Huai practiced, he couldn’t help but glance at the two sisters in the courtyard. Spiritual energy enveloped Wen Wanwan, naturally preventing a single drop of rain from falling on her, while Wen Fufu was not yet proficient in this technique, and her dress gradually became misty again, clinging to her pale skin and outlining her body’s curves more provocatively. Her cheeks were flushed when she practiced swordplay, and the way she panted during breaks always reminded Jiang Huai of how Wen Wanwan would breathe in his arms when she was tired.

He dared not think further and focused on his training.

As usual, Chu Xianning would probably not return until evening. Jiang Huai practiced until he was exhausted, sitting on the ground and gasping for air. Wen Wanwan approached him, blinking innocently.

“Shall I carry Senior Brother Jiang Huai to bathe?”

“Ah?”

Before Jiang Huai could refuse, Wen Wanwan had already extended her arms. Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment, then, with a wry smile, he reached out his hands. Next, he was cradled in Wen Wanwan’s arms, the soft and strong Wanwan carrying him to a chair by the bathhouse where he obediently sat down. Wen Wanwan then began to undo his clothes.

When his clothes were completely removed by Wen Wanwan, just as he was about to head to the bath, Wen Wanwan pressed her hand on his shoulder and winked playfully,

“Sit still.”

Jiang Huai was taken aback, and then Wen Wanwan leaned in, her tender lips kissing his. After a while, she moved lower until Jiang Huai’s body seemed to be covered in wet traces, and Wen Wanwan’s knees were already on the ground, her hair tied up at the side of her face.

…

At times like these, Jiang Huai always felt a little guilty, as if Wanwan would do anything to please him. So he often liked to kiss Wanwan in return, to even things out.

But Wanwan was becoming more and more provocative. She wasn’t from the Serpent Clan, but she had mastered the art of seduction that Bai Li could easily do. Jiang Huai gently stroked Wen Wanwan’s head, but when he inadvertently looked back, he noticed a pair of bright eyes outside the bathhouse curtain.

Jiang Huai’s eyes widened, and just as he was about to speak, Wen Fufu had already run off in a panic.

Jiang Huai muttered in embarrassment.

“Fufu was peeking just now.”

But at that moment, Wen Wanwan, still flustered, couldn’t speak. After a while, she innocently raised her head to look at Jiang Huai.

“Then… can Senior Brother Jiang Huai punish Fufu later?”

“Why don’t you do it?”

Jiang Huai was already afraid of Wen Fufu. How could he dare to punish her?

Wen Wanwan innocently nodded, then lifted her skirt and sat on Jiang Huai’s lap. Jiang Huai gently wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned close to her ear.

“What’s under the skirt…”

“Hmm, didn’t Senior Brother Jiang Huai see it while we were practicing swordplay just now?”

…

What usually took a few minutes of bathing turned into nearly an hour before Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan emerged from the bathhouse. Wen Fufu was innocently lying on the lounge chair, still with Jiang Huai’s candy in her mouth.

Wen Wanwan approached Wen Fufu with an expressionless face,

“What were you doing while Sister and Senior Brother Jiang Huai were bathing just now?”

“Was just lying down and enjoying the breeze,” Wen Fufu answered innocently.

“Senior Brother Jiang Huai said he saw you.”

“Brother-in-law, you got it wrong.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Does sister believe in brother-in-law or me?” Wen Fufu pouted, looking aggrieved.

“I believe in brother.”

“Then, what does sister want me to do?”

“Do I still need to tell you?”

“I, I know already.” Wen Fufu looked timid and wronged, with her eyes reddening.

Jiang Huai always felt like he was being the bad guy, but in front of him, Wen Fufu had already turned around, lying on the lounge chair, sinking her waist, lifting the hem of her skirt with both hands to reveal the black lace panties underneath. She looked back at Wen Wanwan and muttered softly.

“Sister… be gentle…”

Wen Wanwan was already standing beside Wen Fufu, her fingertips gently hooking the edge of her panties, and Jiang Huai immediately felt something was off.

No! No! No!

This can’t be seen, it’s not right…

Soon, the courtyard was filled with Wen Fufu’s pleading cries and faint gasps, while Wen Wanwan only scolded sternly, her voice cold as ice.

“Have you learned to behave now?”

“I-I’ve learned…”

Wen Wanwan then turned to Jiang Huai with an innocent look.

“I’m punishing Fufu, isn’t this what Jiang Huai Senior Brother asked for? Why isn’t Jiang Huai Senior Brother watching properly?”

“I-I can’t watch.”

“If you don’t watch properly and let her know shame… next time, Fufu might misbehave again.”

Wen Wanwan spoke seriously, her nonsense making Jiang Huai’s cheeks burn hot, but her eyes remained innocent.

“Or is it that Jiang Huai Senior Brother wants to punish Fufu himself?”

“Something’s fishy, it’s a trap.” Jiang Huai finally realized.

“I think Wanwan also deserves a spanking right now.”

“Ah?”

Wen Wanwan also showed the same aggrieved expression, she withdrew her hand, and Wen Fufu had already turned back over, lying on the lounge chair.

But as Jiang Huai said this, Wen Wanwan obediently moved closer, her body pressing down on Wen Fufu’s, and like Wen Fufu, she sank her waist slightly, lifting her skirt. The two sisters clung together, and as Jiang Huai watched Wen Wanwan look back at him, she still didn’t forget to show an aggrieved expression.

“Jiang Huai Senior Brother… come on?”

Jiang Huai’s head was spinning as he moved closer.

But Wanwan wasn’t Fufu; Fufu might cry when spanked, but Wanwan wouldn’t; Wanwan would only…

Jiang Huai’s head was about to explode.

“Fufu, close your eyes nicely.”

Wen Wanwan suddenly whispered in Wen Fufu’s ear.

Wen Fufu obediently closed her eyes while Wanwan looked back at Jiang Huai, mouthing the word.

“Want…”

As she spoke, she also stretched out her hand, gently catching the thin fabric and flicking it aside.

Jiang Huai’s head was about to explode.