I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 138 The Peerless Sword Queen Wants to Polish My Blad

When she saw Li Zhiyan earlier, beautifully dressed and standing beside him, sothing stirred in her heart.

Reality.

Lin Feng was no ordinary man.

His strength, his bearing, his mysterious depth... won would naturally be drawn to him.

It was only a matter of ti before others realized his worth.

In the cultivation world, powerful n rarely belonged to only one woman.

Wives and concubines were commonplace.

Affection was often shared, divided, even competed for.

She understood this.

And strangely... she accepted it.

She did not dream of being the sole woman in his life.

She did not seek status, nor did she crave the title of first wife. The spotlight did not appeal to her.

What she desired was far quieter.

If she could remain by his side in the shadows... if she could share even a fragnt of warmth without disrupting his path... that would be enough.

She was not naive. She knew what she had done just now was bold perhaps even reckless.

But if she had not acted today, when would she ever dare again?

Once he rose higher, once more won surrounded him, would she still have the chance?

Her cheeks flushed faintly as she steadied her breathing.

"I... just wanted to thank you properly," she murmured softly, though both of them knew that gratitude alone did not explain the depth of that kiss.

Inside, her heart pounded... not with regret, but with fragile hope.

She did not need promises.

She did not demand commitnt.

She only hoped... that she had not been too late.

"I did what I did expecting nothing in return, Lady Su. You shouldn’t feel obligated to repay ," Lin Feng said, his voice steady despite the tension coiling faintly in his chest.

Su Muyao stood close... far too close for a conversation ant to remain proper.

The faint fragrance of her natural feminine scent lingered between them, warm and intoxicating.

The soft rise and fall of her breathing brushed against him, and the curve of her lips held a knowing smile that made it difficult to look away.

"Do I look like soone being forced, Lin Feng?" she asked gently, deliberately dropping the respectful title she had always used before.

His na rolled off her tongue with deliberate familiarity, almost intimate in tone.

She was no innocent maiden unfamiliar with the ways of the world of love and lust.

Once a wife, she had long ago learned the subtleties of a woman’s charm... the power of proximity, of eye contact, of touch withheld and then granted at precisely the right mont.

Now, she wielded that knowledge with calm confidence.

"Lady S—" Lin Feng began instinctively, still clinging to formality as if it were a shield.

But his words faltered when Su Muyao’s hand moved.

Her fingers brushed lightly against the smooth fabric of his azure teacher’s robes, tracing the fine material as though savoring the mont before committing to it.

There was no uncertainty in her movents.

Her hand drifted downward, unhurried, until it settled between his legs exactly where she knew a man’s hidden treasure lay concealed.

Though separated by layers of cloth, her touch was unhurried and purposeful, neither crude nor clumsy.

It was controlled and gentle yet filled with unmistakable intent.

Lin Feng’s breath hitched.

Her palm pressed lightly, tracing just enough to make her aning clear.

The warmth of her hand seeped through the fabric, and the subtle motion sent a jolt through his body.

Blood surged downward before he could stop it, his composure cracking in the span of re heartbeats.

"Ohhh no! not like this!" Lin Feng shouted inwardly, though the protest carried little genuine resistance.

Within monts, his body betrayed him.

His hidden dragon stirred and hardened beneath her touch, straining against the confines of his robes.

The change was undeniable.

Su Muyao’s smile deepened slightly, her eyes lifting to et his.

There was amusent there but also satisfaction. She had expected this reaction.

Although Lin Feng’s face remained carefully unreadable, the reaction of his body told a far more honest story.

"See?" she murmured softly, her voice low and smooth. "Does this feel like obligation to you?"

Lin Feng stood frozen, caught between restraint and instinct.

Su Muyao’s hand continued to wander over the front of Lin Feng’s robes, her movents slow, deliberate, almost lazy in their confidence.

To any observer, she looked completely in control... eyes half-lidded, lips curved in a playful smile, every gesture calculated to unsettle him.

But beneath that composed exterior, her thoughts were in complete disarray.

Why is this... so big?! she cried inwardly, her calm nearly shattering.

She had not expected this.

In all her years, she had only known one man in such intimacy... her late husband.

Back then, she had assud what she experienced was ordinary, nothing remarkable, nothing lacking.

She had never questioned it. How could she? She had nothing else to compare it to.

But now, as her fingers traced the undeniable outline beneath Lin Feng’s clothes, the contrast was overwhelming.

It wasn’t rely slightly larger.

It felt powerful. Solid. Impossible to ignore.

Her husband’s had been no larger than her pinky finger, yet the one Lin Feng now offered her felt like a giant, throbbing monster in comparison!

Su Muyao’s breath caught, and for a fleeting second, her teasing smile almost faltered.

She subtly pressed again, as if to confirm that her senses were not deceiving her.

The firmness beneath her palm only intensified, responding boldly to the faintest touch.

It was alive with heat and restrained strength, straining against the fabric as though impatient.

Her heart began to beat faster.

Is this even normal? she wondered, her confidence wavering for the first ti since she had stepped into his space.

The playful initiator she had intended to be suddenly felt like soone who had ventured into waters far deeper than expected.

Can sothing like this truly... She couldn’t even finish the thought in her mind without feeling a ripple of nervous anticipation run through her body.