Chapter Three Hundred Fifty-Four: The First Night by the Sea
That night, in the luxurious suite on the top floor of the resort hotel.
“… Has husband finally finished his bath?”
Hearing the sound of the terrace bath door opening, Zhang Xiaoying who was gently combing her hair at the table casually asked.
“Finished.”
Sang Zhe wiped his hair while muttering, “So annoying. I soaked in that seawater for ages, and I still smell like fish no matter how much I wash.”
“It’s just in your head.”
Zhang Xiaoying kindly walked over to Sang Zhe and took the towel from him to help dry his hair, softly saying, “With your cultivation, how could the seawater even touch you if you didn’t want it to?”
“Besides, didn’t you find an opportunity? It’s worth it when you think about it.”
“True, true.” Sang Zhe let Xiaoying pamper him, “But too bad I still couldn’t reach the late stage of the great transcendence in one go.”
“Do you want to hear what you just said?”
Hua Jianglian, who was lying on the bed reading a comic book, couldn’t help but lift her head and said irritably, “I entered the great transcendence before you, but I’m still in the stable phase, let alone leveling up.”
“You rascally guy, you’re not satisfied even with such a monstrous improvement. It really drives me crazy.”
“True.”
Gu Yingmian, who was picking out a nightgown with Tang Yubbing, couldn’t resist teasing, “Sang Zhe, do you know how long it took me to transition from the early to mid-stage of great transcendence?”
“Even with all the resources from Sword Flower Palace, I still spent over a hundred and fifty years day and night on arduous training.”
“… Cough. Sorry. I got carried away.”
Meng Qiyan, freshly changed into a sultry purple lace nightgown, suddenly pushed Sang Zhe onto the bed, straddled him, and licked her lips, “This little show-off needs some serious punishment.”
Sang Zhe couldn’t hold back his disdain, “Please, you think you can punish me? When have you not been curled up on the bed asking for mercy?”
Meng Qiyan’s face turned red, and she awkwardly scratched her cheek, “W-well, it’s not just me today.”
“You can handle two or three at once any other day, but I don’t believe you can take on five today!”
Seeing the smug look on her face, Sang Zhe swiftly shifted tactics, pinning her down under him. With a fierce look, he said, “The secret to handling many is breaking them down into individual matches.”
“I don’t know if I can last through tonight, but taking care of this little girl is definitely not a problem.”
Meng Qiyan’s face grew even redder, and she urgently called out to Gu Yingmian and Tang Yubbing, “Sisters, help me! He’s bullying me~”
Tang Yubbing and Gu Yingmian exchanged glances and laughed, “Good luck with that. We’re not safe ourselves.”
Zhang Xiaoying looked away as if nothing was happening, and Hua Jianglian pretended not to see, burying her head back into her comics.
“Hey, what’s this! We agreed on a united front! Don’t sell me out!”
…
In the next room.
“Hey, I say.”
Yan Rouwan, just finished washing up and getting ready for bed, glanced at Si Jingzhu who was plastered against the wall eavesdropping like a secret agent and couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “Aren’t you going to sleep?”
“I don’t want to either.” Si Jingzhu whispered back, “But I started getting withdrawal symptoms. If I don’t hear their fun sounds for a day, I can’t sleep.”
Yan Rouwan: “?”
Do you hear yourself?
“Forget about her.” On the other side, Shi Qingyan, who had already fixed the bed, said, “When Sang Zhe was teaching me, I experienced that too. It’s pretty easy to get addicted.”
“Exactly! I knew I wasn’t the only pervert!”
Yan Rouwan: “… Maybe I should just switch rooms.”
“By the way, you never told me what happened with Sang Zhe’s ‘education’. What all went down?”
Shi Qingyan sighed, “It’s a long story.”
“You just need to know that watching your most beloved man with your most beloved woman is such a complex feeling.”
“Sigh, I get it,” Si Jingzhu lamented, “I’m still dreaming about the day I can have a mother-daughter piggybacking with a husband.”
Yan Rouwan: “…？？？”
I really should switch rooms!
“How about you, Sister Yan?”
Si Jingzhu and Shi Qingyan huddled around Yan Rouwan, “How did you end up willingly joining him after all that torture?”
“Well…” Yan Rouwan shyly looked away.
“You probably won’t believe this… that jerk actually did something shameful and horrifying to my beloved cat who’s been with me for years… He even made me raise another cat and forced me to…”
She suddenly seemed to recall the tragic memory, covering her face and lowering her head.
Shi Qingyan and Si Jingzhu exchanged astonished looks.
“There’s even beastly stuff?!”
“Sorry, but you all are definitely more twisted!”
…
In the other room.
“Um… Miss Shui Ming?”
Yu Xia bashfully clutched her chest, making sure the neckline of her pajama didn’t reveal too much, feeling utterly embarrassed, as she said, “Is there really no larger size available at our inn…?”
“Ahem. It’s not our fault.”
Bai Ming explained, “The sleepwear provided by the hotel is average-sized.”
“After all, not everyone has a figure as exaggerated as Aunt Yu’s.”
Yu Xia blushed even more and looked down.
“Don’t worry.”
Bai Ming casually walked over to pat Yu Xia’s shoulder, “We’re all girls here; even if you sleep, it’s fine. I won’t think anything inappropriate.”
“Then… could you please not stare at my chest while drooling?”
Bai Ming: “…”
Don’t get me wrong; I’m just looking for real-life templates for my novels.
It’s just that I’ve never encountered someone with such legendary curves before.
Especially since everyone else’s trees are full of apples and peaches, and this one looks like a watermelon hanging right off the branch.
Who wouldn’t want to take a look at a watermelon on a tree?
Yu Xia’s unique curvy type would be a waste not to be in a film back in my past life.
Her figure perfectly fulfilled many of Bai Ming’s creative shortcomings in his stories.
Just looking at Yu Xia’s temptingly criminal body made Bai Ming’s inspiration soar, a thousand perverted and lewd plots flashing in his mind.
He knew he would be up all night writing.
——
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Thus.
On their first night by the sea.
One room felt like a battlefield, filled with fierce and brutal struggles, accompanied by the echoes of cannon fire and cries.
Another room felt like a brainstorming session, bustling with various discussions on weird kinks.
While yet another room resembled an artist’s studio, with the artist furiously sketching the model on a tablet.
And this was just the first day.
For Sang Zhe and the others, this vacation was only just beginning.
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