in2ebook Chapter 154 Mini-Theater] Did Master break his vows today?
Chapter 154 Mini-Theater] Did Master break his vows today?
[This master-disciple setting is unrelated to the main story and is purely a product of my imagination.]
Setting: A fantasy world where the master is a cold and aloof sword cultivator, and she is a daring and unrestrained little disciple.
As dusk settled, the candles at the Cloud Top Palace were just lit.
Shen Yaoyao lay on the futon, idly flipping through the book "The Heart-Cleansing Manual".
"Purify your mind and reduce your desires, sever all emotional ties and lust..." she read aloud, then snapped the book shut. "Boring."
She turned over and looked at the moon outside the window.
I've been in this cultivation world for three months now, and I've become the disciple of the most aloof and detached master in the entire cultivation world.
The number one sword cultivator, with an eternally icy expression, is said to never be moved by love, never get close to women, and one has to bathe and change clothes just to look at him.
Shen Yaoyao was delighted.
Unmoved by emotions? Indifferent to women?
Isn't that exactly what she wanted?
Footsteps came from outside the door.
Shen Yaoyao's ears twitched, and she immediately put on a well-behaved look, kneeling properly.
The door opened, and a figure in moonlight stepped in.
Xiao Chenyuan—her master, the number one sword cultivator in the cultivation world, with an eternally icy face, was looking down at her at this moment.
"Have you finished your homework?"
His voice was clear and cold, devoid of any emotion.
Shen Yaoyao blinked and presented the book "The Heart-Cleansing Manual" with both hands.
"It's done, Master."
Xiao Chenyuan took it and flipped through it, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Recite the third paragraph on page ten."
Shen Yaoyao: "..."
She knew it.
She took a deep breath and began, "To purify the mind is to sever desires. To be detached from emotions is to extinguish thoughts. When desires cease to arise, the Daoist mind naturally becomes clear..."
She suddenly got stuck halfway through reciting it.
Xiao Chenyuan looked up at her.
Shen Yaoyao blinked and took a step closer.
"Master," she said softly, "I'm tired from carrying you, can I rest for a while?"
Xiao Chenyuan looked at her face, which was so close to his, without any expression.
"Step back."
Shen Yaoyao did not back down.
She took another step closer and looked up at him.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on his face, making his aloof features appear even more otherworldly in the night.
He had long eyelashes, a straight nose, thin lips, and an aura as cold as ancient ice.
But Shen Yaoyao was not afraid.
She tiptoed, leaned close to his ear, and breathed softly into his ear:
"Master, you smell so good."
Xiao Chenyuan's eyelashes trembled.
"……presumptuous."
The voice was still cold, but Shen Yaoyao could tell—it was a little hoarse.
She chuckled inwardly, but her face showed a pitiful expression.
"Master, I'm just telling the truth."
As she spoke, she reached out and tugged at his sleeve.
"Master, you were so close to me when you taught me swordsmanship today."
Xiao Chenyuan looked down at her.
"That's to teach you the moves."
"Then..." Shen Yaoyao blinked, "Since there are no moves to teach right now, could Master come closer to me?"
Xiao Chenyuan fell silent.
He looked at his audacious little apprentice, at her bright, sparkling eyes, and at the sly smile that she couldn't hide in them.
He knew she was flirting with him.
I knew it from day one.
But he...
"Yaoyao," he said, his voice lower.
Shen Yaoyao's eyes lit up: "Master called my name!"
Xiao Chenyuan: "..."
He took a deep breath.
"Do you know that a romantic relationship between a master and disciple is a major taboo in the cultivation world?"
Shen Yaoyao blinked.
"I know."
"Then why..."
"But I didn't want to fall in love with Master." She interrupted him, smiling like a fox. "I just... want to get closer to Master."
Xiao Chenyuan looked at her.
Under the moonlight, her eyes crinkled with laughter.
"There's one sword technique that Master taught me today that I just can't seem to master."
Xiao Chenyuan's brows twitched slightly.
Which style?
Su Yaoyao stood up and gestured.
"It's that move... 'Wind Swaying Willow'."
Her gestures were crooked and awkward, making Xiao Chenyuan frown.
"Wrong."
He got up and walked behind her.
"Raise your hands."
Su Yaoyao obediently raised her head.
Xiao Chenyuan stood behind her, grasped her wrist, and guided her through the gestures.
"The waist is sinking."
Su Yaoyao sank down a little.
"No." Xiao Chenyuan placed his hand on her waist. "Here, use force."
His warm palms pressed against her waist through her thin summer shirt.
Su Yaoyao's eyelashes trembled.
"Master..."
"Um?"
"Your hands are so hot."
Xiao Chenyuan paused for a moment.
He released his grip and took a half step back.
"...Practice on your own."
Su Yaoyao turned to look at him.
In the candlelight, a faint blush seemed to rise on his cool and aloof face.
She chuckled inwardly, but her face showed a pitiful expression.
"Master, I still can't do it."
Xiao Chenyuan looked at her.
"Then we'll teach you tomorrow."
"Master is going to give a lecture tomorrow."
"...the day after tomorrow."
"My disciple will be going down the mountain the day after tomorrow."
Xiao Chenyuan fell silent.
Su Yaoyao leaned closer to him, tilting her head up.
"Master, how about... teaching me again?"
Her eyes were bright and full of cunning.
Xiao Chenyuan stared at her for a long time.
Then he suddenly reached out, grabbed her waist, and pulled her into his arms.
Su Yaoyao bumped into his chest and froze.
"Master?"
Xiao Chenyuan looked down at her.
"Yaoyao," he called her name, his voice low, "Do you think your teacher doesn't know what you're thinking?"
Su Yaoyao blinked.
"What are you thinking about, my disciple?"
Xiao Chenyuan stared at her for a long time.
Then he lowered his head and kissed her.
The kiss was deep and urgent, filled with long-suppressed desire. He pried open her lips and teeth, thrusting deep inside, kissing her until she could hardly breathe.
Su Yaoyao was dizzy from his kisses, but her hands were restless as she tried to untie his belt.
Xiao Chenyuan pressed down on her hand.
"Don't rush."
Su Yaoyao pouted.
"Doesn't Master want to?"
Xiao Chenyuan looked at her, his eyes dark and unfathomable.
"I want to," he said. "But what good will it do?"
Su Yaoyao blinked.
"If you want to... then do it."
Xiao Chenyuan was taken aback by her words.
He took a deep breath and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"Yaoyao," he said in a muffled voice, "you're still young."
"Where is it small?" Su Yaoyao puffed out her chest.
The gauze dress slipped down, revealing the round, snow-white breasts underneath, like red plum blossoms blooming on a snow-capped mountain.
Xiao Chenyuan's eyes darkened as something else burst from the ground.
"Master," she breathed in his ear, "you clearly want it too."
Xiao Chenyuan looked at her, his breathing heavy.
Under the moonlight, her eyes sparkled with a sly smile.
He suddenly realized that the disciple he had taken in was a demon.
"Okay," he said, his voice hoarse. "If you want it, I'll give it to you."
"You'd better hold on!"
"Master?"
Xiao Chenyuan had already picked her up and was carrying her towards the bamboo bed.
"Master!" She hugged his neck, "You—"
Xiao Chenyuan released her, and seeing her stunned expression, the corners of his lips slightly lifted.
"The 'Qingxin Jue' is useless," he said. "I'll teach you another one."
Shen Yaoyao asked blankly, "Which one...which one?"
Xiao Chenyuan looked at her, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
"The Great Practice of Dual Cultivation"
Shen Yaoyao: "!!!"
Before she could react, the person in front of her was already on top of her.
"Master!" she exclaimed.
Xiao Chenyuan looked down at her, his usually aloof eyes now surging with burning desire.
"I've been flirting with him for three months," he said. "Shouldn't I take responsibility?"
Shen Yaoyao's face flushed red instantly.
She opened her mouth as if to say something, but he lowered his head and kissed her.
Her sash came undone, revealing a pale yellow undergarment underneath.
Xiao Chenyuan lowered his head and placed a kiss on a certain spot on her body.
"No, not here..." Her voice trembled.
"Call me Master." Xiao Chenyuan's voice was low and husky. "Tonight, I will teach you a good lesson."
The candlelight in the Cloud Palace had gone out sometime ago.
Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating two intertwined figures.
The Sword Master, who had been aloof for a hundred years, finally broke his vow tonight.
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Half an hour later.
Su Yaoyao nestled in Xiao Chenyuan's arms, poking his chest with her finger.
"Master."
"Um."
"You teach very well."
Xiao Chenyuan looked down at her.
"Does it still hurt?"
Su Yaoyao thought for a moment, then deliberately pouted.
"pain."
Xiao Chenyuan frowned slightly and reached down to rub her hands.
Su Yaoyao pressed his hand down, smiling slyly.
"Master's rubbing is useless."
"Then what's useful?"
Su Yaoyao leaned close to his ear and whispered something.
Xiao Chenyuan's ears turned red.
"...Nonsense."
Su Yaoyao blinked.
"Didn't Master say that you've seen all of my tricks before?"
Xiao Chenyuan looked at her.
Then he rolled over and pinned her beneath him.
"Then let me teach you some more." He lowered his head and kissed her, "until you... no longer feel pain."
Su Yaoyao smiled and hugged his neck.
"Your disciple awaits your instruction, Master."
Moonlight streamed through the window and shone onto the bamboo couch.
The two figures were intertwined, inseparable.
The End of the Mini-Theater