Master’s feeding play

A lifetime.

Doesn’t that sound a bit too heavy?

Cao Xueyan suddenly felt as if a gravitational field had enveloped her, pinning her down so she couldn’t move.

Looking carefully, it turned out that right after Xiao Menglan finished her sentimental words, she had impatiently pressed herself on top of her.

At this point, there was no way to run.

A philosopher once said, life is like XX—if you can’t resist, then you might as well enjoy it.

During all this, she didn’t forget to drink the medicinal liquid Xiao Menglan had given her.

It would be a waste not to drink it, and at least it would make her feel a little better later.

Mm, wait a second—Master’s yin essence seemed to have entered her.

…

This morning, Xiao Menglan was noticeably more restrained.

Before Cao Xueyan even started crying out in exhaustion, she stopped on her own.

Then, with a sweep of her spiritual power, she cleaned up the mess on the bed.

Cao Xueyan’s soft body was wrapped in the sheets.

Everything that had just happened felt like a dream, and she still needed time to recover.

Turning her head, she saw that hateful woman, Xiao Menglan, calmly getting dressed as if nothing had happened.

Although she was indeed pleasing to the eye… oh no, no, she mustn’t let beauty cloud her mind.

Otherwise the price would be her body—and her already battered chastity.

“I’ll have the kitchens prepare something for you.

All made with heavenly treasures and the flesh of spirit beasts.”

At those words, Cao Xueyan immediately felt it would be nourishing.

“If you still feel tired, you can sleep a little longer.

Cultivating later won’t hurt.”

“No need,” Cao Xueyan muttered.

“After eating, I’ll cultivate.”

By now, Xiao Menglan was fully dressed.

She leaned closer, resting on Cao Xueyan’s body through the thin sheet.

“You don’t need to force yourself so hard.

Even if the sky were to fall, isn’t there still me?”

Cao Xueyan thought bitterly that in twenty years, when the demonic cultivators attacked the mountain, the whole sect would perish—elders and disciples alike, none spared.

Speaking of which, thanks to the wolfish Xiao Menglan, she had built up plenty of simulator runs these past days.

But because of that same woman, she barely had the energy to use them.

Glancing at the simulator’s panel—good heavens, five more runs had been added!

If she used all of them, how many cultivation points would that be?

Times were different now.

She could even add points to the talisman path.

What once seemed like plenty of leisure points now felt stretched thin.

She wasn’t in a rush though.

Her cultivation and talisman arts needed to progress hand-in-hand.

Even if progress was slower, she was confident she could rival most disciples on the peak.

After all, she was the peak master’s personal disciple.

She couldn’t be too much of a disgrace, could she?

If others criticized Xiao Menglan because of her, that would feel bitter too.

Though Xiao Menglan lacked restraint, she was undeniably good to her.

Ah—no, she mustn’t keep thinking like this.

The two of them said nothing, making no moves, just lying together on the bed.

The strange scent lingering in the room had already faded, replaced by a light, refreshing fragrance.

Xiao Menglan had lit a stick of incense earlier—something high-grade that Cao Xueyan couldn’t even name.

It calmed the heart and was beneficial for cultivation.

Just then, the door was quietly pushed open by a puppet maid.

Two identical meals were carried in and placed on a small table by the bed.

Lifting the lid of the finely crafted food box, a mouth-watering aroma filled the air.

They looked like simple home dishes, nothing fancy.

In fact, the presentation wasn’t even as good as food from mortal taverns.

Cultivators didn’t care much about flavor, especially with meat.

Even without reaching the stage of living on air, a few pills could keep one fed for days.

Before Cao Xueyan could start, Xiao Menglan had already taken the lead.

She picked up a slice of meat—stir-fried from some unknown spirit beast—and gently offered it to Cao Xueyan’s lips.

“Ah…” Xiao Menglan coaxed her like a child.

“Open your mouth.”

Cao Xueyan was indeed hungry.

After drinking the medicinal liquid, her mouth was full of licorice taste—she needed something else to balance it.

The meat was chewy.

Even without seasoning, it was inexplicably delicious.

She knew it was the natural flavor of the beast itself.

How pitiful.

After finally absorbing heaven and earth’s essence and a trace of sun and moon’s brilliance, it had developed a sliver of spirit.

Yet in many cultivators’ eyes, that only made it tastier.

After a few bites, warmth spread through Cao Xueyan’s whole body.

Even some sore, aching places felt soothed.

“How is it?” Xiao Menglan asked with a smile.

“Average,” Cao Xueyan replied stubbornly.

“Since it’s average, then next time I’ll cook for you myself.”

Cao Xueyan was startled.

“Master, why go so far? It’s only food.”

“Indeed, it’s only food.

Why go so far?”

Xiao Menglan placed more on her plate while speaking.

“Maybe… just because I want to.

What does my good disciple like to eat?”

“Whatever Master makes will be fine.”

Xiao Menglan moved the chopsticks quickly.

Cao Xueyan ate ravenously.

Suddenly, Xiao Menglan had a mischievous thought.

She placed a slice of meat between her lips, holding it there, and leaned toward her.

Cao Xueyan saw the playful glint in her master’s eyes—she was clearly teasing her.

Fine, then.

She would go along with it.

Without hesitation, Cao Xueyan bit down, snatching the slice straight from her hateful master’s lips.

Of course, she tasted something extra along the way.

But after these past two days, she was already used to it.

And truthfully, it did add some flavor.

Soon, little food was left.

Xiao Menglan tossed her chopsticks aside, switching to her flawless body as the substitute.

Her lips, her fingers, even her palm became the plate, coaxing her disciple to obediently open her mouth.

After the meal, cleaning the “dishes” naturally fell to Cao Xueyan as well.

She was left speechless, her tongue sore and numb, almost as if it no longer belonged to her.

Though the meal wasn’t particularly grand, it took them half an hour to finish.

Perhaps it was the richness of the beast meat and heavenly treasures.

Cao Xueyan’s cheeks flushed, and her whole body burned with heat.

She increasingly felt she needed to spend less time with Xiao Menglan.

Otherwise, one day she really might become a fool who couldn’t live without her.

That mustn’t happen!

Xiao Menglan beckoned for the puppet maid to take away the food boxes.

Unexpectedly, she even got out of bed herself, slipped on thin white socks, and put her beautiful feet into a delicate pair of shoes.

“Master is leaving already?”

“Are you reluctant?”

“Not exactly.”

Xiao Menglan instructed:

“As usual, cultivate well.

I’ll test you when I return.”

“Mm.” Cao Xueyan nodded.

She didn’t ask where her master was going—it wasn’t her place.

Xiao Menglan left like the wind, vanishing in an instant.

Cao Xueyan breathed a sigh of relief.

She focused on her cultivation, refining what she had just eaten.

But recalling the “feeding play” from before, she couldn’t help the quickening of her heartbeat.