Chapter Four Hundred Sixty-Eight: Bro, Are You Just Faking It?
“…Sleeping together?”
After hearing Zhang Xiaoying’s explanation, Young Master Sang glanced at Master Yu Xia with a hint of headache.
Master Yu Xia kept her head down, face flushed and too shy to meet anyone’s eyes.
“Isn’t this… a bit inappropriate?”
Young Master Sang, looking a bit troubled, said, “Sure, I have my physiological needs that need venting, but it’s not like I’m going to explode if I hold it in for two days. No need to demean Aunt Yu.”
“How can that be considered demeaning?”
Zhang Xiaoying gently pulled Master Yu Xia forward and slowly lifted her chin: “Look at what you’re saying, Husband. Aunt Yu will feel so disheartened.”
Young Master Sang stared blankly, and he really saw a hint of disappointment in Master Yu Xia’s eyes.
…Wait, what exactly are you hoping for?
“But as a responsible good man and a caring husband, how can I do something so out of place at such a sensitive time while my wife is pregnant?”
Young Master Sang proclaimed solemnly, “Why should we do this in the Old Man’s home, right in front of my wife? I’m not that desperate for a physical release. If it comes to it, I could just handle it myself—”
Zhang Xiaoying pouted sadly and gently tugged.
Master Yu Xia immediately gasped and collapsed right into Zhang Xiaoying’s embrace, who shyly wrapped her arms around her, trying to hide Master Yu Xia’s modesty.
“Husband… are you sure you don’t want to touch and see how it feels?” Her voice carried a hint of allure.
Looking at the enticing curves created by Zhang Xiaoying’s arms, Young Master Sang gulped dryly and lowered his head.
He wanted to ask what his buddies thought.
…His buddy informed him that bro, you’re just faking it.
So an agreement was reached.
“Uh, then I shall humbly comply?”
Young Master Sang carefully approached the bed, slipping off his slippers as he got on.
Master Yu Xia instinctively shrank back, her skin seemingly flushed pink, completely flustered.
Young Master Sang tentatively touched her arm.
Master Yu Xia shivered like she had been shocked and let out a soft whimper, her whole body slumping into Zhang Xiaoying’s arms.
Young Master Sang: “?”
Zhang Xiaoying: “?”
“Uh, Aunt Yu, is your sensitivity a bit…”
“I-I’ve lived a life of abstinence and self-cultivation without ever having physical contact with a man,” Master Yu Xia stuttered, nearly unable to raise her head, whispering, “Even when occasionally touched by the Lord, my body’s response has always been so intense.”
“I… how scandalous.”
Zhang Xiaoying chuckled softly, affectionately stroking Master Yu Xia’s damp hair: “Aunt Yu is just too tense.”
“But you know, women should have bigger reactions; that’s what makes men’s hearts flutter, right?”
Master Yu Xia timidly raised her eyes and stealthily glanced at Young Master Sang.
He could only awkwardly smile after his little secret was exposed.
No way around it.
His wife knew all too well his inclinations.
The way Master Yu Xia had just shyly lowered her voice was simply too adorably excessive.
Especially when he thought of the once high and mighty, stern and cool Master Yu Xia, now appearing so bashfully pleading, like a flower ready for harvest.
Honestly, there’s no way a normal guy could resist such temptation. Put this to the test for leadership, and they’re done for.
“By the way, Xiaoying, is this… really okay?”
Young Master Sang couldn’t help but check again: “Won’t you feel uncomfortable?”
“What’s uncomfortable about this?” Zhang Xiaoying blinked. “We’ve shared the same bed in the past, right?”
“Uh, but those were times we all participated together. This time you can only watch from the sidelines, isn’t it a bit—”
Zhang Xiaoying sighed with a hint of melancholy.
“Sigh.”
“Sometimes, husband, you can be overly sensitive in weird areas.”
“Honestly, watching is no problem. What truly makes my heart ache is when you mention solving it yourself, that’s what feels like the ultimate insult to your wife.”
She pouted reproachfully: “With your wife right beside you, letting you handle it alone, isn’t that the greatest humiliation to your wife?”
“What if the word gets out? How would Sister Gu and the others laugh at me?”
Young Master Sang looked at Zhang Xiaoying in shock.
It seemed like he needed to loosen his conservative views.
“And besides.”
Zhang Xiaoying suddenly leaned down, her lips close to Master Yu Xia’s ear, softly blowing a breath.
“Who says… I can only watch?”
Master Yu Xia shuddered, a flicker of fear in her beautiful eyes.
“Lady, I’m just experiencing this for the first time; I can’t handle being toyed with by you and the Lord. Please spare me…”
“That won’t do.”
Zhang Xiaoying’s eyes glimmered mischievously: “You have to plead with the Lord yourself. Let’s see if he agrees!”
Master Yu Xia crawled over to Young Master Sang, looking pitiful as she gently wrapped her arms around his, whispering:
“Please, please have mercy on this servant…” Her sparkling eyes seemed capable of igniting any man’s desire.
In that moment.
Feeling the soft touch on his arm.
Young Master Sang suddenly understood the playful mockery and teasing in Zhang Xiaoying’s eyes.
He couldn’t help but sigh. Having a wife who understands you is so important.
She knew exactly how to hit his sweet spot.
“…Lord?”
Seeing Young Master Sang remain silent for a long time, Master Yu Xia timidly raised her head.
Only to find the candlelight in the room had already been extinguished.
In the darkness, before she could react, a pair of lips pressed against hers.
She felt her body heat up as strong arms enveloped her. After struggling a bit, her whimpers quickly turned into soft moans.
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In another room.
The Zhang couple who had gone to bed early found it hard to fall asleep.
Just then, sounds from the next room began to drift in, making this old couple blush with embarrassment.
“Ahem. It seems our son-in-law is in pretty good shape after all.”
“But… dear, did I hear that wrong? Was that the maid’s voice I heard crying out?”
“That’s expected; after all, Zhang Xiaoying is pregnant. It’s the maid attending to her during this time. Listening to those sounds, son-in-law sure has a strong hand. No wonder he’s a Demon Cultivator; they can definitely play around.”
“…Don’t you think, there’s also some laughter from our daughter in the mix?”
“…Uh. Our daughter is also counted as a Demon Cultivator now.”
The couple exchanged glances, both noticing the mutual embarrassment in each other’s eyes.
They thought the sounds would eventually fade with time.
Who knew that an hour later, the maid’s yelps only grew louder, and it almost sounded like it was getting more intense.
The poor couple simply couldn’t sleep, sharing a resigned sigh.
“Sigh, our little house has terrible soundproofing.”
“Dearest, look over there. Our daughter is about to give us grandchildren…”
“…Pfft. How scandalous.”
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