Su Qin’s brows immediately furrowed.
A clear look of reluctance appeared on her face, the same expression she had shown many times over the past two days.
Her lips pressed together, and for a moment she simply stood there under the dim oil lamp light, staring at him.
But the request had already settled in her mind as something natural and proper.
After a short silence, she let out a soft, unwilling breath and walked toward him.
Her seductive figure swayed slightly with each step across the wooden floor.
Han Jin, who was sitting on the bed recovering, glanced over once.
His expression stiffened, yet under the earlier influence he only turned his face away and closed his eyes, as if what was about to happen had nothing to do with him.
Su Qin stopped in front of Li Jian.
"...You really can’t go even one night without this?" she muttered coldly.
Li Jian only smiled and leaned back a little against the edge of the table.
"Since Senior Sister Su is already here, don’t waste time."
Su Qin shot him a sharp look, then slowly knelt down between his legs on the wooden floor.
Her soft hands reached forward, untied his sash once more, and took out his little brother.
The moment that thick length appeared in front of her again, a flash of disgust crossed her face.
Even so, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, leaned down, and took him into her mouth.
Gulp...
A warm, wet heat wrapped around Li Jian at once.
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Under the dim light of the village house, the familiar wet sounds soon began to fill the quiet room.
Slurp...
Slurp...
Slurp..
Su Qin’s head moved up and down between Li Jian’s legs, her soft lips wrapped tightly around him as she reluctantly serviced him.
One of his hands rested on her head, while the other had already slipped into the front of her robes, openly kneading her full bare breast as she continued sucking him.
The oil lamp flickered softly.
Just then, Han Jin, who had been sitting on the bed with his eyes closed suddenly opened them.
His gaze shifted toward the door.
And a moment later—
Knock.
Knock.
Two firm knocks sounded from outside the wooden house.
Su Qin’s body stiffened at once, her mouth still wide and full.
Li Jian also paused, his hand still cupping the soft breast inside her robes as his eyes turned toward the door.
Han Jin’s expression turned cold.
He immediately stood up, picked up his sword, and spoke in a low voice after opening the door.
"What is it?"
Outside stood the same old villager from earlier, holding a few folded blankets and a small basket of simple food.
His hunched back and nervous expression made him look even more fragile under the night wind.
"I-Immortal warriors," the old man said quickly, bowing as best as he could while still holding the items.
"The night is cold... these are some blankets and a bit of food from the village. Please accept them."
Seeing this, Han Jin gave a short nod and reached out to take the things from him.
But just as the old man was handing them over, his eyes happened to glance past Han Jin’s shoulder into the room.
The next moment, his whole body froze.
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, a stunningly beautiful woman in outer sect robes was kneeling on the wooden floor.
Her full, soft figure was unmistakable even at a glance.
Her head was currently bobbing up and down between a young man’s legs, black hair shifting with every movement, while wet, muffled sounds faintly drifted through the quiet room.
The young man she was servicing sat there completely at ease.
One of his hands was clearly inside the front of her robes, openly groping her, while the other rested on her head.
When that young man noticed the old man looking over, he even turned his head slightly, smiled, and casually raised a hand to wave at him in greeting.
The old man’s eyes widened sharply.
His mouth opened, but no words came out.
His face went from pale to red in an instant as pure shock overtook him.
The blankets in his arms nearly slipped from his grasp.
Han Jin’s expression instantly turned extremely ugly.
"...What are you staring at?" he said coldly.
The old man violently trembled, quickly lowered his head, and almost shoved the blankets and basket into Han Jin’s hands.
"N-Nothing! This old man saw nothing! P-Please rest well, immortal warriors!"
Without daring to look into the room again, he turned around in a fluster and hurried away into the dark village path as fast as his old legs could carry him.
Han Jin closed the door with a heavy expression.
Inside the room, Su Qin’s ears had already turned red, yet under the request she still could not stop.
Her head continued to move up and down as she sucked Li Jian’s little brother, while his hand kept casually fondling her soft bare breast inside her robes.
Li Jian glanced at the closed door and chuckled softly.
"What a lively village."
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The old man almost stumbled as he hurried down the dark village path, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest.
Only after putting a good distance between himself and that wooden house did he dare stop and lean against a fence, gasping for breath.
"W-What did I just see...?"
The image was still burned into his mind and refused to disappear.
That immortal beautiful woman...
Even in the outer sect robes, her beauty was enough to make mortal men lose their composure.
Her figure was full and soft in all the right places, the kind of body ordinary villagers would never even dare to look at directly.
And yet... in that dimly lit room, she had been kneeling on the floor with her head between a young man’s legs, clearly servicing him with her mouth.
Her head had been bobbing up and down.
And that young man... he had been so calm.
One hand inside her robes, openly groping her, while the other rested on her head as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
When their eyes met, the young man had even smiled and waved at him.
The old man’s face burned hot.
He had lived for decades in Qinghe Village.
He had seen cultivators before, and he knew well that immortals lived by different rules from mortals.
But this... this was far beyond anything he had imagined.
An immortal woman of that appearance and figure, kneeling and serving a man so obediently right inside their village house...
His throat moved as he swallowed hard.
"So this is how immortals are in private...?"
For a moment, fear, shock, jealousy, a strange rising desire, and a shameful sense of having witnessed something he should never have seen all mixed together in his chest.
He quickly shook his head, as if trying to throw the image out of his mind, then hurried back toward his own house with unsteady steps.
Even after closing his door and sitting down in the dark, the scene refused to leave him.