Chapter 117: Reforging the Glory of the Harem, Our Duty is Indispensable
Young Master Sang soaked in the bath for a long time.
Not only because it was comfortable, but also because he felt a little guilty about what was happening outside.
He had no idea how Meng Qiyan and Zhang Xiaoying were doing.
Although it was his first time in such a hellish scenario, he had seen enough similar plots in novels and anime.
If he dared to stay near them, the storyline would probably turn into this:
“…Ah, Sister’s skin is so good, I’m so envious.”
“…Ah, no way, little sister’s skin is the best.”
“…Sister is great, ask Young Master Sang.”
“…Little sister is great, Husband, don’t you think?”
And then—
The fatal question would land right on his lap.
And from the moment the question was asked, there would be no correct answer.
No matter what he answered, it would be blatant hurt to the other party.
And if he said both were good, they would think he was dismissing them and being irresponsible.
Just thinking about this scene made Young Master Sang feel a headache.
So he preferred to soak in the tub until his skin wrinkled rather than go out too early.
The battlefield between women.
He would leave it to them to settle their scores.
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Half an hour later, when Young Master Sang could no longer stay in the bath, he quietly picked up his sleepwear and tiptoed to the hall.
It seemed that no one was outside anymore. Shi Qingyan, Si Jingzhu, and Yu Xia had all gone to bed, while the light in Zhang Xiaoying’s room was on, but the door was tightly locked.
He didn’t know if Meng Qiyan hadn’t left yet as the two of them might still be passionately bickering.
Taking advantage of the darkness in the hall, Young Master Sang crept back to his room.
The moment he successfully entered his room, Young Master Sang suddenly felt like he had found a safe house on the road to survival.
Phew… he finally got through tonight’s hellish scenario.
But unfortunately, he couldn’t go find Xiaoying tonight. He sighed silently.
After getting used to sleeping next to someone, going back to sleeping alone felt a bit uncomfortable.
Just as he was about to get into bed, a knock suddenly resounded on the door.
Young Master Sang jumped in shock.
“Husband, are you asleep?” Zhang Xiaoying’s voice floated in softly.
“Not yet… what’s up?” He walked over to open the door.
As soon as he opened it, all the blood in Young Master Sang’s body rushed up to his head.
In the clear moonlight, standing at his door were two pairs of alluring figures that were hard to look away from.
Zhang Xiaoying had somehow found a form-fitting sheer dress; the top was dotted with enticing cutouts, leaving barely enough to cover the most alluring scenery and igniting countless fantasies.
Her beautiful legs were clad in sheer white stockings, with creamy skin peeking through, making one unable to resist the urge to touch them.
Next to her, Meng Qiyan was equally stunning.
She had entirely gone for a black-purple set of alluring lingerie, perfectly wrapping and outlining her charming figure, especially the barely-there design at the chest that could make any man’s heart race.
The lower half was even more seductive, with black stockings accentuating long, slender legs, like irresistible chocolate sauce.
The first word that popped into Young Master Sang’s mind.
Probably Jiao Jiao and Hei Xia.
At that moment, one in black and one in white, one pure and one sultry, the two uniquely charming beauties stood daintily at his door, gazing at him with longing eyes.
Like two adorable cats in light steps, coming to their owner for a loving “meow.”
Young Master Sang’s brain entered a brief crash mode.
“Wait, what are you two doing…”
“Young Master Sang is really bad.” Meng Qiyan suddenly gave him a resentful and playful look, her voice softening, “Looking at two girls standing at the door dressed so scantily and not inviting them in, don’t you pity them?”
Young Master Sang’s brain had stopped functioning, and he instinctively followed Meng Qiyan’s words, stepping aside to let the two girls in.
Zhang Xiaoying seemed slightly shy.
She nervously shielded herself and walked slowly, her head bowed, seemingly blushing and too shy to meet Young Master Sang’s gaze.
Meng Qiyan, on the other hand, was bolder.
She took Zhang Xiaoying to the bed, then turned to look at Young Master Sang with a flirtatious smile:
“Young Master Sang, what do you think? Do you like this outfit on Sister Xiaoying?”
Young Master Sang wanted to say he wasn’t quite used to this drastic change in Zhang Xiaoying.
But he couldn’t deny that the previously pure and reserved Zhang Xiaoying, now dressed in such a mix of innocence and seduction, left him with no conscience to say he didn’t like it.
“…Stimulating.”
Finally, he could only awkwardly wipe his nosebleed and give a thumbs up: “You really understand men.”
Meng Qiyan playfully huffed: “Hmph. Young Master Sang only praises Sister Xiaoying.”
“Aren’t I dressed up just as well? Don’t you want to praise me?”
Meng Qiyan’s outfit was at least something Young Master Sang had anticipated.
After all, unlike Zhang Xiaoying’s reserved nature, Meng Qiyan had gone all out last time.
So much so that Young Master Sang got the illusion that if he dared to nod his head, she would let the dozen fairies waiting outside rush in and drain him dry.
And Meng Qiyan really did know how to showcase her advantages.
The outfit that perfectly displayed her curves seemed almost tailored to hit Young Master Sang’s weak spots. It showcased her most alluring and charming side, like a seductive fox spirit enchanting everyone.
So despite Young Master Sang wanting to say, “Could you cut down on the theatrics a bit?”
He also couldn’t betray his own conscience by saying he disliked the outfit.
“It’s very stimulating as well.” He extended his thumb again.
Meng Qiyan smiled contently.
“Since Young Master Sang likes it so much, your eyes are practically glued to me.”
“Then…” She suddenly pushed Zhang Xiaoying down onto the bed when she wasn’t looking.
Zhang Xiaoying gave a surprised squeal but didn’t resist; instead, she blushed and turned her head aside while lying on the bed.
Her hair was messy, presenting a shy allure as if she was just waiting to be plucked.
Meng Qiyan, on top of Zhang Xiaoying, lightly beckoned to Young Master Sang with her finger.
“…What are you waiting for, Brother?” Her voice was like a bewitching melody.
Carrying an intoxicating allure.
Young Master Sang had no idea what these two women had been discussing in the room.
How it had escalated to this scene.
But he knew.
Now both of them lay on the bed, teasingly refusing yet inviting him.
He had to consider whether this was his only opportunity in life.
Reforging the harem’s glory, our duty is indispensable.
“Well then, I shall comply respectfully.”
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It was a long night.
Shi Qingyan could hardly bear it, covering her ears with a pillow.
Even then, she couldn’t withstand the exaggerated sounds coming from the next room.
“Seriously.” She angrily gritted her teeth, her face as red as blood. “Don’t they ever get tired?”
Yu Xia wasn’t better off.
At her age, full of youthful vigor, even just hearing those vague sounds would leave her blushing, unable to resist curling up in her blanket and murmuring softly as if joining in.
As for Si Jingzhu, she pressed her ear against the wall,
Her beautiful eyes misty, filled with longing, yet she couldn’t miss a single sound.
“Wuwuwu… making out without me…”
“Why did you leave me again…”
“I want to join too… wuwu.” She bit down on her handkerchief, tears streaming down her face.
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