After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master - Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Huge Profit!

“Bullying people… brother-in-law… bullying people…”

Wen Fufu’s voice was trembling, and at this moment she had already pulled the quilt over herself, wrapping her body tightly, only revealing a small head.

Indeed, apart from their identical appearances, the sisters even shared the same constitution, both being super sensitive. Jiang Huai hadn’t really done much, just kissed her for a while, and very lightly bit her, causing Wen Fufu’s struggling legs to lose all their strength. Now, the girl’s eyes were hazy, her cheeks flushed, no longer displaying the arrogance she had when she was being provocative.

Both Fufu and Wanwan were like this, with Wanwan also always enjoying teasing and provoking Jiang Huai Jr., but when it came to the second half, she would start panting and lose the strength to even hold her legs.

“Yes, I am bullying you,” Jiang Huai said, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Wen Fufu’s feigned aggrieved expression, he couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

Wen Fufu’s eyes filled with even more grievance, but she couldn’t muster the energy to retaliate against Jiang Huai Jr. After a while, her hand reached out from under the quilt, and Jiang Huai saw her fingertips.

When her two fingers parted, she pouted her lips slightly.

“Kiss Fufu’s fingers and I’ll forgive you.”

“Forgive? I’ve already forgiven myself,” Jiang Huai grabbed her wrist, bringing it to his own lips.

Wen Fufu gave him a pitiful look, then slightly opened her lips and gently licked her fingertips, not forgetting to mutter softly,

“Perverted brother-in-law.”

“Fufu has sweated a lot, help Fufu wipe it off,” Wen Fufu said faintly, looking towards Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai picked up a handkerchief.

Wen Fufu lifted the quilt, and after hesitating for a moment, she covered her cheeks with her hands, not allowing Jiang Huai to see her blushing face at that moment, like an ostrich facing an approaching storm.

But when she covered her face and couldn’t see anything, Jiang Huai suddenly had a wicked thought.

“No, no, no, you can’t bully… Fufu…”

Wen Fufu’s voice was trembling fiercely.

…

Jiang Huai left Wen Fufu’s room.

It wasn’t late, and Jiang Huai had to return to the courtyard. After Jiang Huai left, Wen Wanwan pushed open the door and walked in. At this moment, Wen Fufu was lying on the bed, her eyes lifelessly staring at the ceiling. Only when she heard the door open did she slowly come back to her senses. Wen Wanwan stood outside the room, looking at her innocently.

“Sister…”

“Hmm?” Wen Wanwan sat down by the bed.

“Brother-in-law bullied me…”

“How did he bully you?”

“He, he, he…”

Wen Fufu pouted, but because of shyness, she leaned in and whispered in Wen Wanwan’s ear. Wen Wanwan smiled, looking at Wen Fufu’s eyes that seemed aggrieved yet shy. She reached out to lift the quilt, smiling helplessly, and stretched out her arms.

“Shall I carry you to the bath for another wash? Then we can change the sheets.”

“Sister, don’t you have anything else to say? Brother-in-law bullied me so much…”

“Then next time, shall I teach you how to punish your brother-in-law?”

The grievance in Wen Fufu’s eyes disappeared in an instant, her dark pupils turning,

“What if brother-in-law doesn’t agree?”

“Senior Brother Jiang Huai is easy to talk to,” Wen Wanwan’s lips curved up.

“Besides… he might even like it, you know?”

“That’s right, brother-in-law always pretends to be so proper,” Wen Fufu nestled into Wen Wanwan’s embrace, looking up at her.

“Brother-in-law, he even bit me…”

“Then next time you bite him,” Wen Wanwan picked up Wen Fufu’s body and headed towards the bath.

…

At Guangxue Mountain, in the courtyard.

Jiang Huai looked up at the sky, intending to watch the moon for a while, only to realize that there were no stars or moon tonight, and a wild wind had sprung up out of nowhere, perhaps heralding the arrival of a summer storm.

Jiang Huai was internally chastising the part of himself that had been captured by desire.

Some things, once started, could lead to a second time, marking the beginning of sin. Jiang Huai Jr. was already imagining what kind of torment the sisters would put him through in the days to come.

But on second thought, it didn’t seem so bad, rather exciting.

The more he thought about it, the more thrilling it became.

Jiang Huai still remembered the scene from the daytime, the innocent Wen Fufu being used as a cushion, and at the moment when their eyes met as she opened hers, Jiang Huai shuddered all over. It was too sinful, too excessive, too lascivious! Not pure love at all!

What would you do if next time Fufu pinned Wanwan beneath her, kissing her, with both sisters’ cheeks flushed and eyes hazy? Jiang Huai Jr..

Rain began to fall without notice, and when Jiang Huai came back to his senses, lightning streaked across the distant sky, and when the thunder rolled, the door to the courtyard opened. Chu Xianning, dressed in white, stood outside, with all the luminous stones inside the house lit up, making every raindrop shine brightly, as if they were countless stars.

Jiang Huai looked at Chu Xianning through the myriad of stars, and the strange thoughts that had been in his head vanished. He spoke softly,

“Master, have you returned?”

Chu Xianning walked through the rain and sat down opposite him, giving him a glance.

“Aren’t you sleeping yet?”

“I was waiting for Master to come back for a drink,” Jiang Huai gestured towards the jug of Chunqiu.

But Chu Xianning turned her face away, remembering last night…

Today, when she was calming her desires, she kept thinking of the scene from last night when the rebellious disciple grabbed her wrist, raised it high, and forcibly leaned in for a kiss.

She had the strength to struggle, but her body inexplicably went limp, unable to muster any energy to resist.

“I’m not drinking today,” Chu Xianning refused coldly.

“Alright, we’ll talk about it next time,” Jiang Huai put away the jug, not too disappointed.

“Then, should Master go to sleep early?”

Chu Xianning stood up and returned to her room, and Jiang Huai also went back to his own, as the rain poured down outside.

…

The next day, early morning.

After making a loving breakfast, Jiang Huai began practicing his boxing in the courtyard. He practiced very seriously, with Chu Xianning indifferently supervising him until Jiang Huai was exhausted and soaked by the rain. He changed into new clothes in the bathhouse and walked out with an oil-paper umbrella.

In the courtyard, Chu Xianning sat quietly in a chair, her feet bare under the table.

Jiang Huai couldn’t help but sneak another glance.

Master’s slender jade feet were the most beautiful, as exquisite and delicate as a work of art. If she wore light, transparent white silk stockings, adding that hazy, barely visible temptation, it would be even more alluring and soft.

“Shall we drink tonight?” Jiang Huai asked again.

“No,” Chu Xianning turned her face away.

“Then I’ll ask again tomorrow,” Jiang Huai muttered softly.

Chu Xianning looked up, her eyes coldly glancing at him.

“If you take advantage of me again when I’m drunk, I’ll hang you up and beat you.”

Jiang Huai looked at Chu Xianning with a wronged expression. You weren’t like this the night before last; it was you who seduced me first that night!

But he said nothing, just obediently uttered an “Oh.”

He had a strange intuition that whatever Chu Xianning said when sober, the drunk Chu Xianning would not remember.

…

The next day.

Chu Xianning opened the door to her room, and Jiang Huai in the courtyard looked at her with bright, gentle eyes,

“Master, I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“The bet,” Jiang Huai winked at her.

Seeing Jiang Huai so confident, Chu Xianning felt an indescribable sense of vulnerability, but the bet was something she had agreed to herself, and she couldn’t go back on her word. After hesitating for a moment, she closed the door and returned to her room, but when she came out again, she had changed from her white Daoist robe into a light, loose, moon-white summer dress that barely reached half a foot above her knees.

Jiang Huai rarely saw Chu Xianning wearing a dress with such a short hem. Now, Chu Xianning’s long, lustrous legs were fully exposed to the air, slender and straight, perfectly proportioned.

Cute, want to lick.

In a moment, Master will use her long legs to kick me hard, hehehe.

“Shall we start?”

“Wait.”

“What is it?”

“It’s rare to see Master in such a short dress, your legs look so good, let me look a little longer.”

“I think you’re just… asking for a beating!”

Chu Xianning’s eyes suddenly sharpened, her hair simply tied with a ribbon, and her cultivation was suppressed to the Void Refining first-level at this moment. She stepped forward, her body turning into a blur, and in an instant, her fist loomed large in Jiang Huai’s eyes.

Fortunately, Jiang Huai had anticipated this move and, with the lightness of the sixth level of Flowing Wind Returning Snow’s Remnant Snow Steps, he deftly sidestepped, dodging the punch.

He then clenched his fists, ready to seek out Chu Xianning’s weaknesses. The speed of Void Refining at the first level was so fast that Jiang Huai found it somewhat difficult to cope, but in an instant, he activated Mirror Flower. However, Chu Xianning had sealed her own cultivation but not her soul. To her, Jiang Huai’s Mirror Flower only affected her for a split second before she launched another punch at him.

Jiang Huai was hit by the punch, seeing stars. Before he could react, Chu Xianning lifted her slender leg and delivered a whip kick to the bend of his knee. Jiang Huai’s legs buckled, and he fell to his knees.

Chu Xianning let out a long breath, looking down at Jiang Huai, who was now kneeling before her, and said with contempt.

“I won.”

“Who says? I’m not convinced yet.”

“Then I’ll beat you until you are!”

“The fiercer Master is now, the fiercer I’ll be when it’s time to fulfill the bet,” Jiang Huai retorted.

He rolled to the side to dodge another kick from Chu Xianning and quickly got up, silently reciting as he used all his low-grade experience scrolls.

With all the low-grade experience scrolls used up, the overflowing spiritual energy elevated his cultivation to the late stage of Nascent Soul. Chu Xianning was momentarily stunned, but Jiang Huai had already pounced toward her, throwing a punch. Unfortunately for him, Chu Xianning easily caught his fist in her palm, twisted it, and with great strength, lifted him off the ground and slammed him down. She released her grip and looked down at Jiang Huai with indifferent eyes.

“Convinced now?”

“Not convinced, not convinced, not convinced!” Jiang Huai continued to bark like a dog.

The barking was key.

No matter how much Chu Xianning beat him now, if he won against her later and she had to fulfill the bet, the more guilty and less righteous she would feel, and she would have to admit defeat gracefully. So he took quite a few more punches from Chu Xianning, and the spiritual energy from the low-grade scrolls was completely depleted.

Jiang Huai remained calm, even though he was in a sorry state with bruises all over his face. Despite Chu Xianning asking him several times if he was convinced, Jiang Huai remained stubborn.

Using five high-grade experience scrolls, his cultivation could reach the seventh level of Divine Transformation. When he had first thought of betting with Chu Xianning, the system in his ear had already started ringing, promising him three high-grade experience scrolls if he won against her.

That meant he could see Chu Xianning’s tender lips, her white neck, her slender collarbone, and witness her blushing and annoyed yet unable to resist expression by using just two high-grade experience scrolls.

Huge Profit!