1270: Chapter 1270: Sharing (6) 1270: Chapter 1270: Sharing (6) Wanren Mountain boasted multiple hot springs, and Wanren Villa had made full use of these, constructing several hot spring baths within the complex.
In one of the bathrooms, at the mont, mist swirled around, and the expanse of the pool was strewn with a thick layer of petals, with two n wrapped only in towels around their waists continually scattering more petals into the water.
Suddenly, with a splash, the surface of the water rippled, revealing a seductive face—it was none other than the Saintess who had been previously doused by Yang Ruxin with a mixture of blood and feces.
The two petal-scattering n quickly stood up, removed their towels from their waists, and then walked down the adjacent steps, wading through the water to the Saintess’s side to begin bathing her and scrubbing her back…
The Saintess lay at the edge of the pool, eyes slightly closed, thoroughly enjoying the mont.
Finally, when she felt clean, she opened her eyes, and the n ceased their movents in haste, carefully assisting her out of the pool.
They served her as she lay down on the soft couch at the edge of the pool, and soon, four more towel-wrapped n approached from the side, knelt scattered around the edges of the couch, leaned over, and began carefully drying the droplets of water from the Saintess’s body…
The Saintess’s eyes were half-closed, a look of rapture on her face, and she even let out comfortable moans of pleasure.
Suddenly, one man’s breathing grew heavier, and in the next mont, recklessly baring himself, he pounced on her.
But just as he was about to enter the fray, he let out a scream.
The next instant, he was thrown out like a ragdoll, neck snapped upon landing.
Yet his lance remained valiantly upright, a sight both terrifying and grotesque…
The remaining n were instantly jolted awake by fear, hastily gathering their spirits to continue their prior tasks…
anwhile, in the neighboring bathroom, Little Quan Jie was also bathing, attended to by several stunning won.
However, for so reason, Gu Qingheng’s face flooded his mind, rendering the won tasteless to him.
Annoyed, he stood up and walked into the next room, waving the n away and then pulling the Saintess to flip her over, before lying down on top of her…
The Saintess furrowed her brows but did not push Little Quan Jie away, letting him have his way.
But after a few monts, he lost his vigor.
Yet the Saintess laughed, “What’s wrong?
Not up to it?”
“Mieko, give that man,” panted Little Quan Jie, still uncomfortable in every sense, his body itched with irritation, and he had a violent urge to kill.
“That would delay my practice.
If the Saint Lord finds out, you know the consequences…” The Saintess Mieko smiled, poking Little Quan Jie in the chest, “You might end up a eunuch by then…”
“Without him, I feel like I’ll have to beco a eunuch right now,” Little Quan Jie grabbed Mieko’s hand.
“We can share, as long as you don’t tell the Saint Lord, it won’t interfere with your training…”
“You expect to hide it from the Saint Lord?
What’s in it for ?” Mieko’s eyebrows slightly raised.
“From now on, I’ll be at your disposal.
Isn’t that enough?” Little Quan Jie’s expression turned fierce, his mind consud by that man.
Being near any woman now made him feel exceedingly uncomfortable, so much so that he felt like vomiting.
“Deal,” Mieko suddenly pushed him away, feeling unbearably uncomfortable with the unfinished business.
Better to enjoy those paragons of beauty right now.
With that, she seductively hooked her robe, slipping it on as she walked out.
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