Returning to the present, Zhang Zichen regretfully withdrew his claws from Jiang Yingji's rich, oily genitals. His body couldn't withstand the fluctuations of his spiritual power; premature damage would disrupt his plans.
He rose again like a ghost—this body was incapable of walking; his supposed movement was entirely supported by his soul.
Judging by the time, that person should be arriving soon… A stiff smile played on his lips as he vanished from the fragrant room with strange gait.
Silence returned, but it was soon broken by another set of footsteps. Unlike Zhang Zichen's, these footsteps were heavy and powerful, though for some reason, slightly unsteady.
Soon, the door opened again, and a burly figure appeared in the doorway.
With his short, stiff hair, glistening with sweat, and muscular physique, who else could it be but Yuan Hui? Yuan Hui's mind was completely blank. He remembered that just as he was about to wash himself and return to his residence, he suddenly lost consciousness. When he regained consciousness, he found himself here. The room's furnishings and decorations exuded elegance and sophistication; the owner could have been either female or male.
Never having been to the residence of the "Queen of Shanghai," Yuan Hui naturally didn't understand that this was actually the residence of his current employer, Jiang Yingji, the "Queen of Shanghai." Encountering this bizarre situation, he initially wanted to leave quickly, but for some reason, a seductive voice seemed to be drawing him in another direction.
The feeling was very much like a nightmare, gradually clouding his senses. Finally, in a daze, he walked in the opposite direction, and when he regained his senses, he was already in Jiang Yingji's room.
"This is..." Yuanhui stared in utter shock at the stunningly beautiful woman lying before him. Although they hadn't met many times, he recognized her as his employer. His tall frame swayed, and he was about to rush out when suddenly, incredulously, he looked down at his genitals.
His lower body was erect, not only creating a large tent in his pants but also burning with blood...
The so-called "virginity cultivation technique" wasn't easy to master. Its most important secret was to lock in the body's essence, not wasting it in any way. This didn't just mean abstaining from women; more importantly, it meant controlling one's desires.
Kongshan Temple, as a Zen school, naturally had its own set of inherited methods. Otherwise, with frequent "ejaculation," the "virginity cultivation technique" would be nothing but empty talk.
Yuanhui had practiced meditation since childhood, mastering the techniques. His practice flowed as smoothly as breathing, never ceasing from morning till night.
Therefore, although his energy was so abundant that he practiced martial arts in the sea every night, he never had any desire for such things; however, under Zhang Zichen's mental influence, this aspect of his cultivation had ceased to function.
Right now, Yuanhui was just an ordinary man bursting with energy, easily ignited, who suddenly entered a boudoir filled with alluring fragrance, and the flame was ignited without him even realizing it…
You must know that Jiang Yingji's attraction to men was so strong that even those who had maintained their virginity for a long time would eventually break down.
Not to mention, Yuanhui at this moment was like a naked slave, without armor, the flames of desire instantly spreading throughout his body. His manhood, devoid of any physical pleasure, rose up, swollen, hot, and hard to the point that even Yuanhui himself felt inexplicably afraid.
However, years of cultivation had not been entirely in vain, especially now that Zhang Zichen's mental influence on Yuanhui was almost completely dissipating…
However, just as Yuanhui was struggling to overcome his burgeoning desires, his eyes inadvertently caught sight of a pair of black-stockinged feet half-suspended on the edge of the jade bed.
It wasn't pure black…
A gleaming sheen revealed a delicate, pale orange-pink hue. The feet were slender and graceful, with well-proportioned bones and flesh. Five toes, like peeled scallions, were nestled within the semi-transparent black silk, resembling adorable pearls.
It was as if a person on the verge of dying of thirst in the scorching heat had suddenly discovered a cool spring. The beautiful shape possessed an indescribable femininity. Yes, even though he had never been intimate with a woman before, Yuanhui was instinctively drawn to that beautiful form, and for a moment felt that nothing in the entire world could compare to its beauty.
A burning restlessness instantly shattered his faltering reason, utterly engulfing him from head to toe!
When he came to his senses, Yuanhui found his large hand gripping the smooth, tender, and soft instep of her foot. His ten fingers gently pried back her delicate, pearl-like toes, the thin black stockings clinging tightly to her supple sole, almost blending into her baby-soft skin.
But upon closer inspection, he realized the truth was that the stockings were completely soaked with saliva, losing their luster and clinging tightly to her tender feet…
And at this moment, the silky, porcelain-like, soft, and luxurious sensation lingered on Yuanhui's tongue, while the alluring sweet fragrance of her foot's sole silently confessed his sin!
"What have I done?"
Yuanhui stared wide-eyed in shock. The Zen scriptures he had long practiced filled him with a profound sense of guilt, while his still incredibly hot body, his terrifyingly erect member, throbbed restlessly, seemingly urging him to continue.
Under this intense torment, Yuanhui gritted his teeth in agony, his robust body trembling as he slowly approached the jade-like feet, now covered in his saliva. His lips, rarely uttering except when chanting scriptures, once again took those delicate, perfectly formed, lustrous toes into his mouth.
Whether it was an illusion or not, those five tender toes were sweeter than candy, almost comparable only to honey made from the essence of a hundred mountain flowers…