Master’s feeding play 2.0

Cao Xueyan never expected that Xiao Menglan would begin to demand more than just satisfaction in bed.

She had only just prepared the carpet, the hallway outside the door, the bath hall, and even the training dojo…

Sigh, some things are simply unspeakable.

No matter what, this momentum was set in motion by herself.

All consequences would have to be faced one by one.

Although her body was sore and her limbs weary, it was not without gain.

Cao Xueyan looked at the simulator panel and saw an extra simulation attempt.

A smile of relief appeared on her face.

These past days had gone by without any new simulation attempts.

She had been too focused on spending cultivation points, leaving her mind uneasy.

Though it was only one simulation attempt, even a mosquito leg is still meat.

Using it would guarantee at least a hundred cultivation points—a little is better than none.

Speaking of which, her skill in talismans had improved greatly these days.

It was all thanks to her diligent practice (and desperately adding points)!

Meanwhile, Xiao Menglan was helping Cao Xueyan clean herself.

Poor that expensive Feather Phoenix Weave.

Its fire-and-water resistant properties ironically became the source of difficulty.

Though the clothes were not dirty, after taking them off, Cao Xueyan’s body was covered in marks.

There was no doubt they were all the work of Xiao Menglan.

“Master, it’s all your fault,” Cao Xueyan said with a face full of grievance.

“You said, ‘Don’t take off your clothes, I like it this way.’

Now my whole body is sticky and uncomfortable!”

Xiao Menglan smiled gently, offering no defense.

Dressing Cao Xueyan in the Feather Phoenix Weave was indeed a delight.

She had grown tired of the usual blue disciple robes and loose indoor robes.

Occasionally changing things up wasn’t bad at all.

If the disciple developed a taste for it, it mattered little to her.

She would enjoy it either way.

Only Cao Xueyan suffered.

Sigh, why even think so much?

She was the master.

She could train her disciple however she pleased.

All her actions were gifts to her, what harm was there?

Thinking this, Xiao Menglan increased the pressure while massaging Cao Xueyan.

The tender skin reddened at the slight touch, pink with flesh tones, incredibly enticing.

Cao Xueyan let out a soft plea.

“Gentle! Your disciple is weak—please have mercy!”

Xiao Menglan felt a flicker of wicked desire in her heart.

She wanted more, but today was already over the limit.

She was a Golden Core cultivator; she could not be so reckless or weak-willed.

No, she had to control herself.

She shook her head, averting her gaze from the little demon’s body.

She had her divine sense to replace her eyes, avoiding any further “accidents.”

Cao Xueyan noticed Xiao Menglan’s calm demeanor and felt both disappointed and lucky.

Disappointed that her expected events did not occur.

Lucky because if Xiao Menglan’s interest arose, it would be endless.

Her body was already exhausted, unable to withstand another storm.

Both remained safe, avoiding further sparks.

Xiao Menglan, as a careful master, worried about any remaining unclean spots.

She wiped repeatedly with the warm, damp towel.

Cao Xueyan closed her eyes, enjoying the exclusive massage.

The strength was just right, and the earlier fatigue gradually vanished.

Night deepened.

Xiao Menglan decided it was enough.

She helped the sleepy Cao Xueyan up from the jade floor.

She dressed her in a loose silk robe.

The Feather Phoenix Weave was not forgotten.

It had brought her much joy not long ago.

She ordered the kitchen to prepare a hearty meal.

Some rare ingredients were used to make it especially luxurious.

Today was a day of great joy.

Though cultivators rarely value feasts, ordinary customs called for a banquet of three days after a master-apprentice ceremony.

Xiao Menglan considered Cao Xueyan’s short tenure and youth.

She might still follow some worldly customs, hence the special preparation.

Back in the room, Cao Xueyan regained some consciousness.

She lay on the bed as Xiao Menglan peeled fruit for her.

Without proper utensils, using a sword to peel fruit seemed excessive.

Xiao Menglan held the fruit in one hand and extended a single finger from the other.

Golden light shimmered—Cao Xueyan recognized it after a moment.

It was the Lingxi Finger technique.

Her cheeks flushed.

Since mastering this technique, Xiao Menglan had used it for many… improper purposes.

Now, even peeling fruit for Cao Xueyan was unusual.

The fruit, however, was no ordinary fruit.

Its aroma was intoxicating.

The yellow flesh was translucent, revealing fine textures inside.

Back when she was an outer disciple, Cao Xueyan had practiced Spirit Rain just to earn a few spirit stones.

Her enchanted water had helped countless spirit fruit trees and medicinal seedlings.

Within a few breaths, the fruit was peeled.

The peel was edible but lacked taste; cultivators rarely used pesticides.

Even the peel contained spiritual energy.

Some frugal cultivators would even chew the seeds.

Cao Xueyan opened her mouth, ready to eat.

But Xiao Menglan popped the peeled fruit into her own mouth.

She bit into it, juice spilling.

Oddly, she neither chewed nor swallowed.

Her eyes looked at Cao Xueyan with meaning.

Having spent so much time together, they had a tacit understanding.

Seeing Xiao Menglan like this, Cao Xueyan knew what to do next.

“Master!” she complained softly.

She was not angry.

Though embarrassed, she moved confidently.

Cao Xueyan adjusted her posture, supporting herself on her hands.

She leaned toward Xiao Menglan.

Xiao Menglan bent down in response, mindful of her disciple’s short stature.

They first touched noses, then foreheads.

Cao Xueyan closed her eyes.

She inhaled the mixed scent of her master and the fruit, cheeks flushing.

It was more intoxicating than any wine.

The main event followed.

Cao Xueyan risked everything to claim a bite.

She blinked, creating a layer of mist as a sign of consent.

Xiao Menglan parted her lips and began feeding her.

After one fruit, Cao Xueyan still felt hunger.

She gasped, wanting more.

Xiao Menglan blocked her lips, speaking softly.

“The banquet is coming.

Save your appetite.

Meanwhile, refine the spiritual energy in the fruit—it benefits your cultivation.”

Cao Xueyan obeyed, assuming the correct position to cultivate.

Xiao Menglan clicked her tongue softly, savoring the moment.

Her brow furrowed slightly.

This fruit, she thought, was still not as fragrant as her disciple.

Unable to resist, she took another fruit for herself, satisfying her craving.