Qing looked confused, her brow furrowing. "Love… desire… needs… being loved?"
Mei saw her daughter's innocent puzzlement, and her worries slipped away. She laughed softly, brushing Qing's face with a warm touch. "You'll get it someday, Qing."
"Love?" Qing asked again, still lost.
Mei's spirits lifted at Qing's innocence. Glancing at the misty, steaming hot spring, she asked, "How'd you make this place, Qing?"
Qing shared her adventures in the secret realm, skipping the private or risky parts, telling her mother the rest.
"I don't get your cultivation stuff," Mei said, listening quietly. "Just stay safe. That's what matters."
Qing nodded. Mei, eyeing the tempting, foggy pool, said eagerly, "I haven't bathed yet. This looks amazing."
With that, the empress started to undress.
"Wait!" Qing's voice cracked with rare panic, her steady eyes darting toward Elder Mu's hiding spot.
But Mei had already slipped off her outer phoenix robe. She paused, looking at Qing, confused. "What's the matter?"
Qing faltered, her gaze shaky, cheeks burning as if hiding something. How could she admit a creepy old eunuch was watching them?
"We're mother and daughter. Why so shy?" Mei said softly, thinking Qing's hesitation came from modesty. They hadn't bathed together in years.
Seeing Qing's flushed, unsure look, Mei felt a stab of guilt. She'd focused more on Li, leaving Qing neglected, and now their bond felt distant. Taking Qing's hand, she said, "Last time we bathed together, you were tiny. Now you're a gorgeous young woman."
Not waiting for an answer, Mei kept undressing.
Under Elder Mu's shocked stare, her clothes fell away, revealing her lush, perfect figure. Even her undergarments came off.
"Stop!" Qing shouted, her usually calm eyes trembling, her pale face reddening like a string about to break.
"Feeling shy?" Mei teased, half-naked, her smooth shoulders and slim legs bare. The mist and moonlight made her skin glow like a mirror.
Seeing Qing's rare, flustered look, Mei felt both pity and sadness. The once-close mother and daughter now seemed far apart, even for something as simple as bathing together. Her smile faded, and she sighed, "Don't you want to bathe with me?"
"I…" Qing's cool exterior wavered, her eyes torn. She glanced at Elder Mu, still as a statue, but couldn't say the truth, that someone else was watching.
Words stuck in her throat, she managed, "I'm okay bathing with you, Mother."
"Then come with me," Mei said, her phoenix eyes curving with a playful grin, her stern beauty softening into warmth.
Her bright smile, a rare break from her usual seriousness, even hooked Elder Mu, his heart thumping. "The empress is gorgeous… no, the immortal lady's the best," he mumbled, but his eyes stayed locked on Mei.
Even Qing, caught by her mother's charm, whispered, "You're so beautiful, Mother."
Mei's eyes sparkled with joy, though she teased, "Such a sweet talker. Did Li teach you that?"
"No, Mother, you're really more beautiful than anyone I've met in the sect or the martial world," Qing said seriously.
"You sweet girl," Mei chuckled, happy but pretending to scold. She pinched Qing's calm, moonlike face, saying, "You're the most beautiful. I've heard stories of scholars, poets, warriors, and holy sons fighting for a peek at you, ready to give their hearts."
Qing shook her head, unfazed. "That's just annoying nonsense."
Mei grinned, then reached for the tie of her undergarment. Elder Mu's breath caught, his eyes dropping lower.
Mei's phoenix robes gave way to a lilac undergarment and panties, not the usual white or red. The undergarment stretched tight over her full, upright breasts. From the side, Elder Mu caught the curve of her underarm and the side of her breast, huge and pale, like two giant balls pulling the fabric tight, the straps digging into her skin.
His heart pounded, the sight stirring his earlier faded arousal. His thick, thirty-centimeter manhood twitched, the foreskin sliding back to show a shiny, purplish head, a few drops of fluid dripping from the tip like a snake's tongue.
Mei untied the strap at her back, and the undergarment fell away, her massive breasts bouncing free like wild rabbits, jiggling in the air. Their perfect shape and size, like soft dough mounds, swayed temptingly, the pale pink tips drawing arcs in Elder Mu's wide-eyed stare. He swallowed hard, hooked by their quivering motion.
Mei's breasts, heavy and full, dipped slightly under their weight, but their upper curves stayed firm, the lower halves round and rich. Her skin was tight, with no looseness, the pale flesh rippling like waves, begging him to bite into their softness.
Surprisingly, her areolas were a soft pink, not the dark shade expected of a mother. Unlike Li's faint, nearly invisible pink, Mei's were bright, a mix of red and tender pink. Her nipples, though, were small and slightly sunken, nestled in the rosy areolas like shy rosebuds, giving a coy charm.
Not just Elder Mu, but Qing too was briefly stunned, too dazed to stop Mei's next move.
Mei bent forward, her heavy breasts hanging like ripe melons, swaying but not sagging like an older woman's might. She slipped her fingers into her lilac panties, pulling them down her full hips, over her thighs, and down her shapely legs to her perfect feet. Her toes, round and smooth, shone like polished stones, the thin skin showing faint veins. With a flick of her foot, the panties landed aside.
Elder Mu held his breath, blood rushing to his head, his eyes glued.
Mei stood naked, her body a work of art, like carved jade. Her sharp shoulders, her heavy but firm breasts, her flat, smooth belly—despite two children—showed no slack. Her waist, a bit fuller than a young girl's, highlighted her curvy figure.
Her hips, bared as the panties fell, were beyond Elder Mu's dreams. He'd thought Qing's tight, springy hips were unmatched, but Mei's were fuller, rounder, like ripe peaches, their soft, pale flesh trembling with each move, their curves almost too much to take in.
"What about the front?" Elder Mu wondered, standing at Mei's side. He caught only hints of the treasure between her legs, maddeningly unclear. Driven by lust, he ignored his fear of Mei and crept closer, desperate for a clearer look.
Unlike Mei, who couldn't see through illusions, Qing, as the spell's caster, saw Elder Mu plainly. Her eyes narrowed, warning him to stop. He froze, flashing a nervous grin, not daring to move more.
Mei, blind to their silent exchange, noticed Qing's unease and thought it was shyness. Smiling, she grabbed Qing's loose outer robe, which wasn't fully tied, and pulled it off.
Qing stiffened as the silk slid over her smooth shoulders, falling to the ground, leaving her naked.
Elder Mu's stopped breath started again, his dull eyes burning with desire. His massive manhood throbbed, the head swelling with each pulse, startling even Qing with its force.
Lust taking over, Elder Mu soaked in Qing's perfect, glowing body. Her breasts, smaller than Mei's but firm and perky, contrasted with Mei's softer, heavier pair. Qing's nipples, pure pink and vibrant, matched Mei's in beauty but lacked the mature charm, instead shining with youthful energy.
Their areolas were different: Mei's, mature and slightly red-tinged, framed her sunken nipples; Li's, pale and youthful, like unripe fruit; Qing's, a perfect pink, not too red or too pale, capturing her prime, like the midday sun or midnight moon.
Elder Mu's hot gaze swept downward. Qing's belly was tight, with a lively curve, her navel framed by faint lines under the moonlight. Her waist was slim, almost pinchable, youthful and full of life, leading to her hips.
Mei's belly, just as smooth, had a softer fullness, her waist less narrow but highlighted by her fuller breasts and hips, showing off a mature, curvy figure.
Qing's hips were round and firm, with a youthful tightness; Mei's were lush and heavy, like ripe fruit ready to burst, their soft flesh quivering with each step.
Elder Mu's eyes locked on their pubic mounds, smooth and hairless, like plump, pale buns, their full, glossy lips tightly shut, showing only the tiniest slit, pure and untouched.
Qing shifted her legs slightly, the small move enough to make Elder Mu's stare burn hotter. Her lips stayed closed, guarding her purity.
To Mei, Qing's movement looked like shyness, and she laughed. "Why so nervous? There's no one else here."
Was there really no one else?
Qing took a deep breath, calming herself to keep Elder Mu's presence hidden. "It's cold, Mother. Let's get in the water," she said evenly.
Let him stare. It wasn't the first time.
Her face flashed with a rare blush, her thoughts a mystery. But Elder Mu, too caught up in the stunning sight, missed the fleeting beauty of her expression.
A cold breeze cut through the warm, misty air, making Mei, a normal woman with no cultivation, shiver. She nodded, taking Qing's hand, and stepped into the warm spring. The water covered their toes, ankles, calves, and hips as they sank in.
Elder Mu snapped out of his trance, smacking his nearly bald head in frustration. He'd been so caught by Qing's perfect slit that he'd missed Mei's. What a waste!
He thought about sneaking away, his nerve failing. But the sight of the mother and daughter bathing in the foggy pool, their shapes faintly visible, stopped him. Their soft voices and laughter mixed with the gentle splash of water, the ripples reaching his feet.
In the moonlight, the fog thickened, their flawless figures flickering faintly. Elder Mu's face twisted with indecision. He should go… but instead, he cautiously dipped a toe into the water, feeling its warmth.