CHAPTER 274: CHAPTER 153 MASTER: "YOU ALSO HAVE A SENIOR SISTER!

"Cough, cough..."

In the gloomy sky, the stars of Ziwei Beidou still sparkled, though not as intensely radiant as in the beginning.

The starlight streamed into the Huangyu Palace, mingling with the low coughs and slightly hurried breaths. The hair of Pei Wanyu, loosely tied, had somehow fallen over her shoulders, dark and thick like blooming lotus flowers.

The strap of her purple silk dress quietly slipped from her shoulder, hanging tenuously at the crook of her arm, rising and falling with her movements.

Her flawless, delicate collarbone became more pronounced with each breath, with beads of sweat cascading down from the corner of her mouth, gliding over her beauty mark, flowing down her jawline along her neck, disappearing into the shadowy depths.

Her half-squinted eyes opened up, revealing the seductive playfulness within her narrow phoenix eyes.

Lu Jin’an, who was experiencing the construction completion of the Jumen Dao Palace within his spleen, paused his breath upon seeing his Master.

The dark, lustrous hair of his Master had been tousled into disarray by him, as the collar and hem of her form-fitting silk dress bunched around her waist.

Her plump, long legs, wrapped in black silk stockings, were initially in a kneeling position. But perhaps due to the hardness of the floor, now squatted outward in a splayed fashion, her pointed toes and taut calf muscles outlined a sensual and graceful curve.

The torn area of the black silk and the fair skin of her leg intertwined to create the most enticing allure of black silk pressing against flesh.

Lu Jin’an placed his hand hidden under the collar of her dress on Pei Wanyu’s cheek, gazing at his currently speechless Master, feeling an urge that he was the true Master.

Seeing him smile, Pei Wanyu felt he was thinking something mischievous again and couldn’t help but apply more force.

Lu Jin’an remained unmoved; having opened the Jumen Dao Palace, his physical strength now far surpassed before.

Pei Wanyu’s eyes flickered with a strange color as she tilted her delicate head back.

As Lu Jin’an noticed this, he hurriedly placed his hand on his Master’s nape to prevent her from bumping the table edge behind.

Pei Wanyu gently rubbed her chin, "If now Master were to spank you like when you were a child, it would require much more force."

"You spanked me when I was naughty as a child, but now..." Lu Jin’an, his body slowly cooling down from a flushed red, smiled at his Master, "Who spanks whom now?"

Just as Pei Wanyu was about to speak, she received a light slap to her face, causing her to widen her beautiful eyes, "You..."

"I’m your rebellious disciple, after all." Lu Jin’an gazed into Pei Wanyu’s eyes with a fiery look, "Is there a problem?"

Pei Wanyu’s eyelids lowered slightly, and though she said nothing, her actions explained everything.

Lu Jin’an held his breath somewhat and suddenly saw his Master lift her delicate head, raising her right hand to cover her eyes with its back, leaving only her pert nose and rosy lips in his view.

Pei Wanyu’s lips parted slightly, her soft voice laced with a hint of laughter, "Is this Master... also pretty?"

"Rather than pretty, it’s more like bewitching."

"Do you want to relive it?" Pei Wanyu teased.

"I do."

Pei Wanyu removed her right hand, smiling as she continued, "Do you want to record it with the Capturing Stone?"

Lu Jin’an’s heartbeat quickened slightly, and after hesitating a moment, he said, "Let’s talk about it later; anyway, I won’t leave Master for now."

"Alright~" Pei Wanyu tucked the strands of hair sticking to her cheek behind her ear, then sat up straight, hiding her right hand beneath her side, drawing circles with her eyes filled with shyness.

"Disciple is not a pen, you know."

"Could be... do you like it?"

"Yes."

Pei Wanyu slightly lowered her eyelids, not speaking further, but inwardly she was secretly complaining.

The good disciple who opened the Jumen Dao Palace was even stronger.

But thinking of being his Master, she was too embarrassed to show weakness.

In the eyes of a good disciple, she is a Divine Presence Realm cultivator, it’s ridiculous for a Divine Presence Realm cultivator to beg for mercy from a Unity Realm Stage...

Well, it’s not as exhausting as that night, let’s try harder, if not possible, then beg for mercy... After all, it’s not the first time begging for mercy.

Pei Wanyu placed both her hands under her side, exerting all the strength she currently could.

Lu Jin’an cast a glance at his Master, then turned his attention to the sweat-soaked white paper on the table, thought for a moment, and leaned forward to pick up the brush.

Pei Wanyu quickly patted his thigh, "What are you doing?"

"Getting the brush."

"Now?"

"How about resting for a while, Master?"

Hearing the voice of the good disciple, Pei Wanyu couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, "Isn’t it all your fault for opening the Jumen Dao Palace?"

"Disciple was being considerate of you."

"You just want to mock Master for being useless." Pei Wanyu snorted coldly, "Having such a useless Master."

"Disciple never." Lu Jin’an hurriedly explained, "Disciple never despised you."

"You are despising Master now!" Pei Wanyu lightly huffed, "Even if you don’t say it, your body does...

Saying ’this Master is so useless, can’t even let me as a disciple enjoy.’

Lu Jin’an was amused by his Master’s girlish remarks and couldn’t help but lift her up and place her on the table, "Master, you’re still pretty cute."

Saying this, he couldn’t resist wanting to kiss her.

Pei Wanyu quickly raised her hand to support his forehead, "Not now."

"You’ve never despised disciple, and disciple would never despise." Lu Jin’an still wanted to kiss.

"No longer listening to Master, huh?"

Pei Wanyu reached out with the other hand to twist his waist, seeing his expression unchanged, then increased her strength.

Seeing the good disciple finally reveal a grimace, Pei Wanyu was satisfied and smiled, "It’s still too early for you to become a complete rebellious disciple!"

Lu Jin’an held his Master’s rounded knees, "Then shall we have a heart-to-heart conversation, knee to knee?"

Pei Wanyu’s eyes flickered with a trace of panic, and her plush black-silk clad legs involuntarily pressed closer together.