In the flickering candlelight, Lu Jin’an, crouching on the ground, held Pei Wanyu’s silky gray jade foot, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
His large hands traced down from the ankle wrapped in gray silk, finally cradling the misty gray, round heel like a pebble in his palm.
Pei Wanyu couldn’t help but retract her neatly arranged toes slightly, the tension of her foot revealed a bone-like beauty amidst her sensual curves.
Lu Jin’an instinctively grasped her ankle.
To him, a woman’s ankle was quite seductive due to its allure.
Sitting on the bed’s edge, Pei Wanyu lightly bit her red lips, watching her treasured disciple play with her silky gray jade foot. A sudden impulse surged in her mind: to press her foot against his face!
This feeling was unexplainable, much like when she had him lied down on the floor before, and then stepped on him with her black silk stockings like a little snake.
Especially as the good disciple pretended to massage her foot, the urge in her heart intensified.
Pei Wanyu instinctively looked up at Mu Qingyue sitting on the stool. As their eyes met, she quickly averted her gaze.
And with that glance, the impulse in her heart was completely suppressed.
Because she remembered yesterday, it seemed her treasured disciple didn’t like being "bullied" in that manner.
So, she decided to give up.
"How long are you going to keep touching?" Pei Wanyu couldn’t help but ask.
"Hmm..." Lu Jin’an, feeling the resilience and subtle fragrance of his master’s beautiful legs, though it stirred his desire, replied slowly, "Just for a little while."
Pei Wanyu gave him a sidelong glance. What’s so great about touching a leg?
Aren’t other places softer than legs?
Sitting on the stool, Mu Qingyue pressed her un-briefed legs together under her skirt, her red eyes occasionally glancing at ’mother’s’ expression, capturing every change in it.
’She, like the pretense I put on, actually has the same tendency - wanting to bully and command Junior Brother.’
Mu Qingyue realized, however, the desire ’mother’ displayed wasn’t too strong... maybe nurture this playful character?
Thinking this, a smile graced her lips, "Junior Brother, could it be you’re curious about the taste?"
"Nonsense, what are you saying!?" Pei Wanyu instinctively withdrew her foot from Lu Jin’an’s hand, "How could this be tasted?"
Mu Qingyue looked at Lu Jin’an’s feet with narrowed eyes, if it were her...
She quickly suppressed the thoughts in her mind, constantly reminding herself not to expose her true thoughts, as it wouldn’t be fun if revealed.
"No tasting!" Pei Wanyu glared at Lu Jin’an once again, "No tasting!"
Lu Jin’an chuckled playfully, "Master, you’ve been fasting for a long time, and given your unique physique... every part of you is fragrant."
"Even so..." Pei Wanyu rolled her eyes, "Even without taste, they’re still feet..."
"It’s all flesh, why rate them higher or lower?" Mu Qingyue interjected suddenly.
Before Pei Wanyu could finish her sentence, Mu Qingyue moved her right hand in a playful motion, "And feet can do this, so their status is equivalent to the melon test."
After saying this, Mu Qingyue nodded approvingly to herself, "Junior Brother, don’t you think I’m right?"
"Makes sense." Lu Jin’an, looking at Master’s heel, could see through the sheer gray silk, the subtle white softness of the rounded heel, with a hint of gentle orange-pink.
Not only visual temptation, the tactile sensation was equally alluring.
He squeezed it gently before standing up slowly, continuing, "But thinking about using it on me makes it less sensible."
Hearing this, Mu Qingyue crossed her left leg over her right, leisurely swinging her foot that had shed its embroidered shoe. The delicate lines of her sole peeked out as her jade foot tilted slightly.
She wasn’t surprised that Junior Brother would tell ’mother’ about this, as there was no need to hide it.
"But Junior Brother, didn’t I massage you with honey on the Flying Boat... you seemed to enjoy it?"
Lu Jin’an watched her deliberately curl those alabaster toes for a moment before Pei Wanyu yanked him towards her by the bathrobe collar, pulling his face directly into her bosom.
"Why do you talk so much?" Pei Wanyu pressed the back of his head playfully against her: "You’ve already made Master wear such improper clothes, yet you keep babbling... This content belongs to noᴠelfire.net
Are you trying to make Master angry?"
"Mother, are you jealous?" Mu Qingyue smiled, "Didn’t you just say my timing was perfect?"
"You’re such a chatterbox!" Pei Wanyu glared at her, "Always saying meaningless things to distract Jin’an... you usually don’t talk this much!"
Mu Qingyue unhurriedly removed the tassel hairpin binding part of her silver-white hair, placed it on the table, gently gathering her silver strands to her front, and softly said, "The current atmosphere, I..."
"Alright, just sit there and watch quietly now!" Pei Wanyu interrupted Mu Qingyue, releasing Lu Jin’an’s head, watching his slightly flushed handsome face lift up, and snorted lightly, "You too, don’t say unnecessary things or do unnecessary actions."
Lu Jin’an, infused with lingering fragrance, took a deep breath, "Master, Senior Sister, you’re not mother and daughter, so why keep using those titles?"
"In this atmosphere, don’t you like it?" Pei Wanyu spoke while pulling him onto the bed.
Then she rolled over, bracing her hands on either side of Lu Jin’an’s shoulders, looking at her treasured disciple with desire-filled, commanding eyes.