Ye Xian felt two soft, meaty globes pressing against his back, molding perfectly against him. That familiar jasmine scent told him exactly who it was before he even turned around.
When he spun slightly in her embrace, Sheng Qianying pulled him his head closer, burying his face between her ample breasts. Their soft warmth pressed against his face as her intoxicating fragrance filled his senses.
His hands instinctively found her waist, sliding down to those lush curves he'd memorized last night. Heat pooled low in his abdomen, his "dragon" already stirring to life.
"Thank goodness you're alright," Sheng Qianying murmured, her breath hitching as he tightened his embrace. "When I heard someone was framing you, I—"
Ye Xian felt utterly blessed as his face was buried between her ample breasts. Their incredible softness and her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils, making his head spin with desire.
The warm, pillowy flesh surrounded him completely. Ye Xian couldn't help himself—a groan escaped him as Sheng Qianying pressed against him. So soft and warm, it almost felt wrong. Without hesitation, he lifted his head and crashed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply, silencing the rest of her words.
For a moment, she melted into it, her body going soft against his. But when he pushed his tongue sneakily into her mouth, she suddenly pulled back, face burning red. That's when she felt it - his hand gripping her round backside through the thin fabric of her robe, fingers digging into the soft flesh like he couldn't get enough.
'What am I doing?!' she thought in panic, even as her hips automatically pushed back against his hand.
Ye Xian didn't let her overthink it. He grabbed her wrist, feeling her racing pulse under his thumb as he started dragging her toward the bedroom.
Sheng Qianying's eyes went wide. She knew exactly what he wanted - the same thing they'd done last night when he'd pinned her down and taken her with that big and hard... She shivered just remembering it, feeling herself grow wet between her legs.
"W-wait! Where are you—?" she tried to protest, but it came out weak, especially when his other hand crept up to brush against the underside of her breast. Even through clothes, the touch sent sparks through her.
Ye Xian just smirked against her ear, pressing his growing hardness against her backside.
"Come on, stepmother," he whispered teasingly, his hot breath making her shiver. "You didn't think one night would be enough, did you?"
As soon as the door closed behind them, the weight of what they'd done—and what they were about to do again—pressed on her chest like a stone.
'Oh heavens, we're really doing this again.'
She tried to hold it back, but the tears came anyway. Ye Xian froze, his arousal momentarily forgotten.
"Why are you crying?" he asked softly, thumbs wiping her tears as they streamed down her porcelain cheeks, panic creeping into his voice.
"Did I squeeze too hard? Was it the butt grab? I'll use less enthusiasm next—"
She bit her lower lip and turned away, her voice trembling. "You men are all the same…" she whispered.
He stiffened.
She had heard stories - that when a man tasted a woman's intimacy without making her his wife, he would treat her as nothing more than a pleasure toy to pass his time.
"I thought maybe you… maybe you were different," she continued, trying to breathe past the ache in her throat.
"But it's just my body, isn't it? That's all you want from me…"
Tears rolled silently down her pale cheeks, each drop a whisper of years spent in quiet pain. Her blue eyes shimmered, the contrast against her fair skin making her look delicate, breakable.
And inside, she was.
Ye Feng never saw me. Never touched me like you do. Never looked at me like I mattered...
Her words hit him like a bucket of cold water. Ye Xian suddenly stopped, his "dragon" going limp faster than a deflated balloon. All his dirty thoughts flew out the window - you can't exactly stay hard when the woman you're about to bed starts crying.
Was that truly what she thought?
'You think I'd risk my neck sneaking around with Father's concubine just for a quick roll in the sheets?'
Ye Xian paused, then slowly reached out and held her face like he was afraid she might break… or melt, like a soft dessert under the sun.
Her skin felt cool, like tofu straight out of the fridge. He gently lifted her chin so she had to look at him.
"Do you really think I'm that kind of guy?" he asked, giving her his most innocent face—the kind that screamed : "What's a body? Never heard of it!"
She stared at him.
Sniffled.
Then stared some more.
"…Maybe," she mumbled, nose wrinkling just a little.
Ye Xian nearly choked on his breath.
"Seriously?! "
Even his dragon twitched in disbelief.
She smiled, feeling a little better as she saw his troubled expression. She shook her head, quietly enjoying the way he looked so flustered.
"I'm not like him," he said, voice low, firm. "And it's not just your body I want."
She trembled.
'You were supposed to be a tool' he thought the truth bitter in his head. 'A dual cultivation partner to increase my power. That's what I told myself.'
'But last night… something changed.'His thumb brushed a tear from her cheek. 'I didn't just want your yin essence. I realized my hidden feeling for you.'
He leaned in, forehead pressing to hers.
"I love you. I wanted you to be mine alone."
Her heart stuttered in her chest.
He was so close. Too close.
His words wrapped around her like warmth after a lifetime of cold. Part of her wanted to believe him—to lose herself in his arms and forget the rules, the shame, the title of concubine that chained her to a man who hadn't looked at her in over ten years.
But another part of her screamed.
'He's your stepson..'
Ye Xian gathered his blissful energy from the Reverse Taiji Formation, letting it flow through his body until it reached his lips. When he kissed her this time - slow and deep - she didn't pull away.
For the first time, someone truly saw her. Not as a prize or an object. Just as a woman who deserved love.
As their lips met, his energy sparked between them like sweet fire. She gasped as the taste of him filled her mouth - like honey and spice, warm and intoxicating. It made her whole body tingle, from her flushed cheeks down to her curling toes.
His kiss wasn't rough or demanding. It was perfect. The way his lips moved against hers sent waves of heat through her body, pooling low in her stomach. When his tongue gently traced her bottom lip, she shivered, pressing closer without thinking.
This wasn't like before. This wasn't just passion or need. This felt... right. Like coming home. Like every lonely night had been leading to this moment when someone finally cherished her.
She'd heard stories about true love's kiss. Now she understood. The way his energy wrapped around her heart, the way his strong hands held her like something precious - this had to be real. This had to be love.
She wasn't his father's woman. Not in his eyes. She was his now.
His warmth. His chaos. His guilt. His comfort.
And he would make her forget the years of neglect, the cold nights, the loneliness. Even if it meant defying everything.