CHAPTER 3: THE SILENT DANCE OF DESIRE

The Silent Dance of Desire

The atmosphere at the dining table was, as always, subtle.

Mother’s white gauze long dress shimmered with a gentle glow in the light streaming through the window, faintly outlining her perfect curves. The large opening at her chest rose and fell with her breathing, frequently revealing large swaths of snow-white skin. Those two red cherries, faintly visible beneath the thin gauze, seemed like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.

Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother pretended to be engrossed in their meal, but their gazes always snuck glances at Mother. Their eyes seemed to burn with heat, a heat so tangible it made a blush appear on Mother’s cheeks, as enchanting as the evening clouds on the horizon.

No one could blame them. With the mysterious Beast Desire Technique, once cultivation began, the practitioner would fall into a state like a female beast in heat, radiating an indescribable charm that naturally attracted all nearby males. What’s more, Mother was already a first-class beauty, and Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother were just ordinary men how could they possibly have the willpower to suppress the surging desires within?

Suddenly, a chopstick fell to the ground with a "clatter." Senior Brother tensed and quickly bent down to retrieve it. Mother immediately seemed a bit flustered, her breathing becoming more rapid.

Because last time Senior Brother went under the table, she had clearly and keenly felt a warm breath gently brush over her slightly raised foot. That warmth was so real, as if someone was gently blowing on her toes, and then she felt as if her foot was accidentally touched. That tingling sensation instantly spread from her sole, and she instinctively retracted her foot.

But this time, a seductive voice seemed to whisper in her heart, "So what if you let him touch you? Isn’t it yourself who feels good?"

Mother stopped trying to pull her foot back and just froze there, her cheeks growing even hotter. That small foot twisted restlessly under the table, as if responding to something. Even in the dimness under the table, her fair instep and blue veins were visible, her beautiful toes curling slightly, like a silent invitation.

I asked anxiously, "Mom, what did Senior Brother do under the table?"

Mother’s breathing grew rapid, her cheeks flushed. She took a deep breath and whispered, "He sucked on my toes, licking them like a puppy, even licking between my toes. Ugh, it’s so annoying, he got my foot all wet with his saliva." Her fingers unconsciously stroked her toes, mimicking Senior Brother’s actions.

Though Mother complained, her shy expression said it all.

I imagined Senior Brother, taking advantage of bending down, indulging in Mother’s little feet. Those tender toes, changing shape under his lips and tongue, making Mother let out faint moans. Thinking of this, my breathing became heavy.

The green ring on my finger was now pouring mysterious energy into my body, repairing the damage I’d suffered from recklessly using techniques beyond my level. I hadn’t told Mother about my earlier rashness or its consequences; I couldn’t bear to make her worry. If Mother hadn’t woken me at the critical moment, and if the ring hadn’t replenished my body, I might not have survived.

"What happened after that?"

"After that... your Senior Brother just kept licking under the table. I could only pretend nothing was happening and keep eating, enduring it in my heart. I kept telling myself, you were practicing, I couldn’t disturb you. I just kept enduring, until finally, without realizing it, I started chanting in my heart, and then you heard those things."

"Hehe." I scratched my head, grinning foolishly, then continued, "Mom, if you ever have anything on your mind, you can just tell me. Don’t worry about anything else."

"You just want to hear it, you rascal." Mother gave me a glare, her beautiful face even redder.

My little scheme was exposed, and my face turned bright red as I nodded sheepishly.

"Go on, I’m going to nap. I need to practice again after I wake up." Mother’s face flushed as she waved me away, as if shooing me out.

"Oh, okay. I’m tired from practice too, I’ll go rest." I replied, turning to leave.

I was indeed exhausted. Thinking back to what happened on the training ground, it really was a brush with death. I lowered my head, looking at the injured green ring, my heart full of gratitude. That moment of danger was still vivid in my mind. Without this ring, I might have died. Even now, just thinking about it made me shudder.

"I mustn’t take risks. I have to play it safe."

Back in my room, I felt as if all my energy had been drained. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I fell into a deep sleep.

I slept soundly, undisturbed by dreams, as if my body had entered repair mode, needing sleep to recover my vitality.

When I finally woke up, it was already the next day. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the morning sun shone through the window, casting a faint halo over everything.

Lying in bed, I stretched, then tried moving my body. To my delight, I found the damage to my meridians had mostly healed. Remembering yesterday’s danger, I marveled again at the green energy’s power. After getting up, I washed up briefly. The cool water on my face completely cleared away the last traces of sleepiness.

I picked up my sword and headed for the training ground, looking forward to today’s morning practice.

When I arrived, I found Mother and the two Senior Brothers were already there. I hurried over, noticing all three of them had subtle expressions. Mother’s face was slightly red as she stared at me, using a stern tone: "What are you looking at? Next time you’re late, I’ll punish you."

I pretended to lower my head, sneaking a glance at the Senior Brothers. Their faces no longer showed fear, but happiness and excitement. I also noticed that when Mother looked at Senior Brother or Second Senior Brother, she had a shy, girlish look, like the ambiguous glances between men and women just starting to get close. What happened while I was resting?

I could understand Mother and Senior Brother she’d already tacitly allowed him at the meal. But what about Second Senior Brother? What did he do to make Mother look at him that way?

While I was lost in thought, Mother’s voice rang out: "Yesterday... that set of... body techniques... did any of you learn it?"

"No."

"No, please, Mistress, show us again."

The Senior Brothers had reverted to calling her Mistress. When Father was alive, that’s what they always called her, but later the cold-faced Sword Immortal made them call her Master, perhaps because "Mistress" reminded her of her husband. It seemed they were a loving couple.

Mother looked at the two disciples, clearly understanding what was on their minds, then turned to me. "What about you? Are you as useless as your two Senior Brothers, didn’t learn it either?"

Ahem, with those random dance moves and casual martial arts imitations, how could anyone learn it in one go? Besides, I knew it was fake, so of course I didn’t learn it. "No... I didn’t learn it."

"Hmph." Mother’s coquettish snort rang in my mind, then she said, "Baby, you’re ganging up with them to bully me."

"I didn’t! I really didn’t learn it."

"Hmph."

Mother didn’t say more, knowing what she had to do next. Her face flushed, cheeks burning, she said, "I’ll demonstrate again, watch carefully."

She began to dance, her slender waist twisting, her hips swaying, her full breasts occasionally bouncing up and down, sometimes revealing the areola, sometimes nearly exposing her nipples. The Senior Brothers, when they didn’t see a nipple, immediately looked disappointed. When Mother spun, the gauze covering her crotch almost flew up, but she was prepared, covering herself with her hand. The flying gauze revealed large swathes of skin, her white, glossy thighs exposed. Although she covered her triangle with her hand, the allure remained undiminished. The tents in the Senior Brothers’ pants quietly rose. In fact, this time teaching the body technique was different from before this dance was one Mother had learned before. This time, it was more like a performance, a show for the three men before her.

When Mother finished, applause broke out. She wiped the sweat from her blushing face with her sleeve. "Alright, practice on your own."

She then left the training ground and returned to her boudoir.

The three of us practiced as usual for a while, then the Senior Brothers went to cook. Because my realm had improved but my foundation was unsteady, I sat in the training ground, honing my skills, occasionally picking up my sword to practice the Azure Sword Technique.

Time passed quickly. Mother’s voice sounded in my mind: "Son, breakfast."

"Mom, have Senior Brother bring the food here. I’ll eat here."

"Oh, don’t overdo it."

"Don’t worry."

"Hmph, you rascal, you’re doing this on purpose, giving your Senior Brothers a chance?"

Mother seemed to realize something and questioned me.

"Hehe, I thought they might be shy with me around. Oh, by the way, Mom, I slept so long yesterday did anything happen?"

There was a moment of silence. "Looks like my son is observant, you noticed."

I could tell Mother was forcing herself to sound calm, but there was a slight tremor in her voice. When she confirmed it, my heart trembled. "What happened?"

"It’s just... just..." She hesitated, embarrassed, but before I could ask, she continued, "After you left, I napped too. When I woke up, your clever Second Senior Brother asked if I needed a bath. I thought, I’ve been here a few days and haven’t had a hot bath, so I agreed. He boiled water and filled the tub, and I soaked comfortably."

"That’s it? Don’t tell me that’s all."

"Hmph, that’s all."

"Hehe, good Mom, world’s most beautiful woman, number one sword immortal." I flattered her, hoping she’d tell me more.

"Nope, let you stew, you little pervert."

"Mom, if you keep this up, I’ll go crazy from cultivating."

Hearing that, she stopped teasing me. "The bath was nice, but I was too dirty. Just soaking wasn’t enough, so I thought of having you scrub my back. I told your Second Senior Brother, who was at the door, to get you, but you were still asleep, so I had to bear it till next time."

"And then?"

I asked eagerly. "Then, unexpectedly, your Second Senior Brother asked if I needed help scrubbing my back. I can’t believe he dared say it."

"And you agreed?"

"Mm, I don’t know why, but I agreed."

I chuckled in the training ground, and maybe Mother heard me, because she scolded in my mind, "Little pervert, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, just imagining Second Senior Brother’s look made me laugh."

"It was funny. He even bumped his foot, but forced himself to bear it, walked to the tub, and finally, with my hint, got behind me... and started scrubbing my back."

"Hahaha. Okay, then what?"

"Then... I was lying on the edge of the tub, and he was scrubbing my back. I’d never had a strange man scrub my back before, it was so embarrassing."

I didn’t say anything, just listened quietly. "As I lay there, bored, I looked down and saw a huge bulge in your Second Senior Brother’s pants. I couldn’t help but smack it."

I was nearly rolling with laughter, but tried to control myself so Mother wouldn’t think I was mocking her and stop talking. "That startled him, he reflexively stepped back, but then seemed to think it through and came back, acting like nothing happened, kept scrubbing my back, and asked if the pressure was okay." Mother paused, then continued, "I told him, ’You can use more strength, like this,’ and then smacked his big stick again. This time he just bent a little and went back to normal."

Mother’s description was funny, but I also caught a detail.

"Big stick?"

I repeated the term in my mind. I knew she meant Second Senior Brother’s cock, but using "big stick" meant she knew its size. "Ah, mm, mm, that thing’s like a big stick, thick and long."

"You saw it?"

"No... no."

"Then how do you know?"

"Oh, you little brat, teasing your mom."

"No, it’s just you didn’t explain clearly, so I had to ask."

"Hmph... it’s just... the bath was so comfortable, then I changed position, not lying on the edge anymore, but leaning back..."

So, Second Senior Brother, who’d been scrubbing her back, felt Mother turn in the tub, and went from scrubbing her back to scrubbing her chest...

Thinking of this, my breathing quickened, blood rushing. Fortunately, this was a mental conversation if it were out loud, my throat would be too dry to speak. "And then?"

"Then... your Second Senior Brother noticed, paused for a few seconds, then started scrubbing my front."

Just as I thought, Mother continued:

"Finally... finally... he threw away the towel and used his hands to rub my breasts..."

I panted, waiting for her to go on. "His hands were gentle, made me feel really good. Then, I took my hand out of the tub, reached down the outside, and grabbed his big cock. I thought, wow, it’s really big, thick and hard..."

By now, my crotch was already tented, my cock aching with arousal, but I kept listening to Mother’s story. "Then I unconsciously started stroking him, but it was hard through his pants, so I reached into his pants... it was even hotter and harder, I could feel every vein... After a few minutes, he came, a lot, the whole little bathhouse filled with the smell of his semen, but I actually liked the smell. After he finished, he left, knowing when to stop, but it left me feeling so unsatisfied..."

When Mother finished, I asked in my mind, "So what did you do after?"

Mother seemed surprised I’d ask, and after a few seconds replied:

"No... not telling you."