Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: The Child of Mount Hua Opens His Eyes
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"...Senior Disciple. I'm here."
The room was submerged in a profound silence, thick as settled sediment.
Only a single flickering oil lamp seemed to be the sole living presence in the space, casting faint light that barely outlined the silhouette of the senior disciple seated beneath it.
She had neatly rolled up the sleeves of her robe and was idly toying with a cooled teacup.
Her hand gliding over the porcelain was eerily still and slow.
Senior Disciple slowly, very slowly, turned her head to gaze at me.
"How did you get here so quickly?"
Plum Blossom Yeon let out a soft chuckle.
It was a smile of utmost kindness and gentleness.
But that deceptive warmth only dragged me deeper into an inescapable swamp of guilt, plunging me further into the abyss of a sinner.
"Did you... enjoy the sights?"
I barely managed to move my parched lips, scorched dry.
My throat felt cracked like parched earth in a drought, scraping out a hoarse rasp instead of a proper voice.
"Yes..."
Like an instinct to hide my sin, I hurriedly quickened my steps and slipped deeper into the chamber.
"I'm tired, so I'll turn in early."
"Of course. It must be exhausting, your first time out of the sect and wandering through crowded streets. Mind if your big sister sleeps beside you? We only got one room."
"Of course not... Make yourself comfortable."
She had carried me on her back when I was young, raising me like family, so there was no sense of discomfort.
Familiar comfort washed over me as I turned my body to make ample space for her to lie down.
Thud—.
But the moment Senior Disciple lay down on the bed, my entire body heated up like red-hot iron.
The sticky touches from the women in the market just moments ago revived like illusions, once more obsessively ravaging my whole body.
I desperately squeezed my eyes shut, steadied my ragged breathing, and forced myself to sleep.
In the quiet chamber, beneath the sole flickering oil lamp, the shadows of two people overlapped.
Plum Blossom Yeon stared blankly down at the sleeping face of Yi Yi.
Exhausted from the long day, her junior disciple had already fallen into a deep, coma-like slumber.
The innocent junior, naive to the ways of the world, looked both pitiable and endearing in his fatigue from his first taste of the outside world.
It was just as she carefully reached to pull the blanket up over him.
Her gaze fell upon the bulge rising prominently beneath the covers.
At first, she thought it was just a wrinkle in the blanket.
But the outline revealed over the thin fabric was too stark and enormous.
It was an unfamiliar, intimidating volume that couldn't be dismissed as mere overlapping cloth.
Plum Blossom Yeon's eyes wavered.
The body of the junior she thought was peacefully asleep was actually radiating explosive heat.
Yi Yi shifted in his sleep with a low groan.
Each time, the risen pillar twitched, roughly pushing up the blanket.
It was as if a living beast writhed just one thin layer of cloth away.
Plum Blossom Yeon abruptly sat up.
Her pounding heartbeat felt like it might shatter the silence.
"Yi Yi...?"
"Mm..."
She softly called her junior's name, but Yi Yi remained sunk in deep slumber, not stirring an inch.
Though he was lost to sleep like a faint, the blood surging to his lower body raged on, heedless of his will.
Plum Blossom Yeon's earlobes flushed red.
To think her pure junior disciple had this side to him.
His swollen groin strained against his pants, taut.
It looked suffocating and painful just to behold.
Yi Yi furrowed his brow, sweating coldly.
He was clearly tormented, unable to relieve his urges even in his dreams.
Plum Blossom Yeon swallowed dryly.
To let her junior sleep comfortably, she had no choice but to help.
She rationalized it as her duty as his big sister and senior disciple.
Her trembling hand cautiously lifted the edge of the blanket.
Exposed to the cool night air, Yi Yi's lower body was starkly revealed.
Over his thin night pants, a massive member bulged with thick veins, rearing up ferociously.
Plum Blossom Yeon's eyes wavered.
Far larger and more imposing than she imagined, it stole her breath.
Plum Blossom Yeon reached out as if entranced.
Her slender white fingers carefully untied the pants' drawstring.
As the taut string loosened, the pent-up red glans sprang free like it savored liberation.
Hot breath rushed over her.
She pulled the pants down to his knees and gently grasped the heated pillar with her trembling hand.
"Ngh..."
The heavy fullness filled her palm.
And the vivid pulsing throbbed through to her hand.
Plum Blossom Yeon bowed her flushed face and began slowly moving her hand up and down.
Yi Yi's body reacted unconsciously.
Pure instinct.
To the cool, soft grip constricting his painfully swollen member, even in sleep he twisted his hips in pursuit of pleasure.
With grunting moans, he subtly lifted his hips, assuming a position easier for her touch—like a beast begging for caresses.
Plum Blossom Yeon gasped in shock, holding her breath.
Fearing her junior had awakened, she checked, but Yi Yi still lay mired in hazy slumber, merely furrowing his brow.
His defenseless groin writhed, urging her hand onward.
A strange heat began flickering in her bewildered eyes.
Was it a martial artist's instinct, or a woman's curiosity?
Without realizing, she adjusted her posture.
Her delicate hand cupped the heavy dangling sac.
Kneading the large, hot orbs that wouldn't fit in one hand made Yi Yi's thigh muscles tense rigidly.
Her other hand softly stroked up the pillar where veins bulged fiercely.
Each throbbing vessel seemed to dig into her palm's flesh.
"Haa..."
A wet sigh escaped Plum Blossom Yeon's lips.
Endless stimulation coaxed clear precum to well up from the crimson glans tip, soaking the shaft.
The slick fluid turned natural lube, making the friction lewdly squelch.
Viscous sounds filled the quiet room.
She spread the precum evenly, her strokes growing bolder as she gently shook the rigid, angry member.
Like wielding a sword—delicate yet carrying a heavy momentum without infused qi.
The precum showed no sign of stopping.
Transparent fluid surged ceaselessly from the blood-engorged tip, drenching the shaft and dripping between her fingers.
Sticky, gluey sensation filled her palm.
'Wh-what is this...'
Plum Blossom Yeon's eyes shook violently, like an earthquake.
She'd never seen any manual or tale of the jianghu describe handling this.
The vague erotic tales she'd overheard seemed mere exaggerations.
Yet her junior's member gushed clear fluid endlessly, like a burst spring.
She froze, at a loss.
Letting go would dirty the clean bedding and his clothes with the overflowing precum.
But she couldn't just keep holding it like this.
The lukewarm fluid trickling down her wrist sent chills up her spine.
Drip.
A drop of excess liquid teetered on her hand's back, about to fall onto the bed.
The simple worry of soiling the sheets numbed her reason.
In frantic haste, Plum Blossom Yeon bowed her head impulsively.
Slurp—.
Pure instinct.
Her red lips caught the falling precum like snatching it midair.
A fishy yet strangely sweet taste touched her tongue tip.
That alien sensation flashed her mind white.
Unaware of her own actions, she covered her junior's hot tip with her lips as if spellbound.
Precum flowed thickly, like an endless stream.
Plum Blossom Yeon gently shook the hand gripping his member while pressing her lips firmly to the swollen crimson glans.
Fishy aroma seeped through her lip seam, and the sticky yet addictively intoxicating taste on her tongue slowly numbed her senses.
It started as mere cleanup, but before she knew it, lost in a trance, she unwittingly extended her red tongue to lap up the overflowing fluid.
Lick, slurp.
Lewd sticky sounds obscenely filled the silent room.
The thick masculine scent wafting from her junior's member pierced her mind like strong liquor.
Plum Blossom Yeon's vision blurred.
Entranced, she slowly released her gripping hand.
And in its place, she parted her lips wide and engulfed the massive pillar whole.
"Mmgh..."
The overwhelming volume stuffed her mouth, making her jaw ache.
The heavy foreign mass prodding deep into her throat nearly triggered gags, but she didn't stop.
Clumsily rolling her tongue around the shaft, she bobbed her head, indulging in her junior's searing heat.
Smack, smack—the sucking sounds grew ever more explicit.
That was when.
Yi Yi's eyelids, lost in pleasure's haze, quivered and slowly lifted.
His blurry vision took in his senior disciple buried face-first between his legs, greedily sucking his member like a beast.
Her flushed cheeks peeked through disheveled hair, lips glistening with saliva.
"Senior Disciple...?"
"M... mmph... ngh..."