However, she didn’t press further, instead gently lifting it again and softly saying, "Since it feels good...
let’s wipe your face first."
Lu Jin’an chuckled, focusing all his attention on his Master, and said, "It’s fine, I’ll wash it after everything’s done."
While speaking, he fixed his gaze on the purple lace lingerie gathered at his Master’s collarbone, admiring how it blended with her pale skin, becoming more charming with every glance.
Completely captivated, he leaned closer, and Pei Wanyu once again embraced the back of his head, "Take it slow, for now, you can only look at your Master~"
Lu Jin’an mumbled in response, thinking how wonderful cultivation was, offering so many things to savor.
Moreover, his Master surely possessed a certain physique, no matter what it was, carried a sweet fragrance that lingered endlessly.
Pei Wanyu no longer pondered what her good disciple was thinking, merely amusedly listening as he burped while she gently stroked the back of his head.
"Do you need your Master to pat your back?"
"There’s no need." Lu Jin’an laughed, watching as his Master let out a soft humm, leaning back slightly, and extended a slender index finger adorned with red rouge, lightly tracing along the thigh enveloped in gray silk.
With a "rip" sound, the gray silk tore open, revealing a luscious, tender patch of skin. Perhaps by her intentional force, a faint red mark was left on the snowy white flesh.
Lu Jin’an’s breathing grew rapid, while Pei Wanyu seemed to bask in her good disciple’s breath, inexplicably feeling a joy within her heart.
Being a Master teasing a disciple felt perfectly normal, after all, it was about teaching him how to be a proper rebellious disciple.
Thinking so, Pei Wanyu teasingly said, "Good disciple, your courage is still too small, too conservative~"
Lu Jin’an raised his head to glance at her, "Am I timid and conservative?"
Lu Jin’an stood up directly, reversing their positions as he placed Pei Wanyu on the bed, crouched down, and reached out his fingers to tear open the gray silk covering her calves.
The skin peeking out of the tear in the silk stockings appeared chaotically beautiful, and Lu Jin’an directly cradled the delicate foot wrapped in purple high heels.
"Am I timid and conservative?"
Lu Jin’an leisurely extended his finger, hooking the high heel off Pei Wanyu’s foot.
He looked at his Master’s soles, the skin tender and rosy, the silk stockings closely molding to the foot’s curves, emphasizing its delicate and alluring charm.
Even though he wasn’t clear about his Master’s real age, did it matter?
Everything about his Master was so enticing, capable of easily "controlling" his body.
Pei Wanyu, instinctively wanting to step on her good disciple, quickly pulled her jade-like foot away from his hand, playfully scolding, "Every time you grab your Master’s foot, your gaze looks like you’d swallow it whole, is it necessary?"
"I’m just admiring!" Lu Jin’an emphasized.
"Heh~" Pei Wanyu stood up, bent her slender waist, and gracefully removed the high heel from her other foot, revealing her lotus foot wrapped in thin, smooth gray silk stockings.
"Is that appreciation?" Pei Wanyu casually placed the high heel aside, "You just want to eat... What’s so delicious?"
Lu Jin’an looked up at her, "So, can I now say that Master, you’re still conservative?"
"If it were you, would you let your Master... would you?"
Although the image was a bit provocative, Lu Jin’an still shook his head, "I wouldn’t."
"See, I wouldn’t want you to..." Pei Wanyu was cut off by Lu Jin’an’s rebuttal, "That’s different."
"Oh, listen to what you’re saying now, and you call it appreciation?" Pei Wanyu scolded, "You just want to eat!"
"Still, I’ve even ’eaten’ you, what’s different about this then?" Lu Jin’an looked at her feet wrapped in gray silk, "To me, none of Master’s parts have any lowliness or nobility!"
Listening to Lu Jin’an’s increasingly bold words, Pei Wanyu fondled her legs, no longer wanting to argue, she silently shed the robe gathered at her waist, revealing a body like a ripe tender-skinned snow pear.
Lu Jin’an greedily eyed the garter belt at her waist and the fine bands extending over her knee-high stockings, his feet moving forward involuntarily.
Pei Wanyu instinctively took a small step back, her breath slightly halting as she lowered her head, reaching behind to undo. The source of thɪs content is novelꜰire.net
Lu Jin’an’s gaze followed, though it wasn’t evening, he felt as if he were seeing the full moon.
"Come here~" Pei Wanyu tossed the garment in her hand onto Lu Jin’an’s face. He raised his hand to remove it and lay down on the soft couch at his Master’s signal.
Pei Wanyu licked her lip corner, the beauty mole on her lower right lip seeming more pronounced.
She knelt, those beautifully long, rounded, and slender thighs wrapped in gray garter stockings displayed extreme perfection, revealing an alluring charm under the rich fragrance.
"To prevent you from sneakily putting your thoughts into action, it’s better your Master controls it."
"Aren’t you afraid you’ll... first..."
Pei Wanyu quickly covered his mouth, contemplating for a moment before using the garment she threw at him to cover his face.
"Master, is it necessary?"
Pei Wanyu hummed softly, silently setting the rhythm so that Lu Jin’an closed his mouth.
Her long black hair cascaded down messily over her shoulders, back, and chest, as she bowed her head slightly, a few strands veiling her misty eyes, while the gray silk stockings encasing her legs tightened sensually, rippling like flowing water. The delicate foot caps bent slightly, the arch’s lines clearly visible through the sheer stockings.