Chapter 211: Bathhouse Cuckoldry, Master Don't Turn Around, I'm Your Aunt! (3)
Watching the two of them clinging together, her jealousy turned into full-blown vinegar.
That was her big shot—how could he be in another woman's arms?
Even if that woman was her master, it was still unacceptable!
But with no real strength or voice right now, she could only endure silently.
One day, once she grew powerful enough, he would only be allowed to hold her all day long!
A burning ambition ignited in the little Demoness's eyes.
After going through two completely different types of training, it was finally break time.
Gu Hanyan, having completed everything, returned to her room to rest.
Though it sounded simple, the process consumed a lot of vital energy.
Thankfully, she had plenty of elixirs and spiritual treasures on hand.
In that environment, her recovery was swift and free of side effects.
Su Qing stretched a little and looked at the Demoness collapsed like a salted fish.
These youngsters today... their constitution was really lacking.
It was just a bit of training, and she fell asleep instantly?
Forget it—better to wash off the sweat first.
He headed to the bath and sank into the luxurious natural hot spring.
What could be better after a sweaty session than a hot soak?
Perfect way to relax!
He lounged in the water, eyes half-shut, blissful.
The misty warmth made him drowsy.
He didn't notice the graceful figure slipping quietly into the water.
Just as he was drifting off, he suddenly jolted awake.
A soft body pressed against his back.
The shock blew away all traces of sleepiness.
He instinctively tried to turn his head, only to hear an urgent voice.
"Daddy, don't turn around, it's your auntie!"
That cold, gentle voice echoed beside his ear.
Just one sentence, and Su Qing's mental CPU almost fried.
No doubt, that was his aunt's voice!
But... the body didn't quite match.
Nice firmness, but the size felt a bit off.
After a quick mental check, he figured it out—based on the size, only one person fit: the Demoness!
"Daddy, today's training must've been rough. Auntie will help you relax."
That soft voice came again as a pair of smooth, white hands gently wrapped around him.
The "auntie" bathhouse takeover had begun!
A smug smile crept onto Long Ye's face.
To be honest, after all that training, she didn't really mind the effort.
She accepted the demon-style grind as a path to strength.
But what she couldn't accept was that hug earlier!
Even if it was her master, that woman was way older than her!
So why did she have to eat that damn dog food?
She had to get revenge or she'd explode!
Luckily, the Demoness had no idea how Su Qing figured out it was her.
If she found out it was based on her chest size, she'd probably run off crying.
Su Qing, frozen by a control skill, didn't move.
He looked down, utterly baffled, unable to understand what was happening.
Those delicate hands had locked him in place completely.
The control skill was terrifyingly effective.
Just moments ago, he thought the Demonic Sect's sacred tome was amazing—now, this skill impressed him even more.
How amazing?
Not only did it immobilize, it even had ongoing effects!
After pinning him down, one soft hand slowly moved downward, diligently scrubbing.
Terrifying, absolutely terrifying!
"Daddy, your mental state seems weak. Is it because you're not interested in Auntie?"
The voice from behind came again, same gentle tone as before.
Even though he'd already confirmed it was the Demoness, her mannerisms perfectly imitated Gu Hanyan.
It could only be described as increasingly erotic.
After a brief moment of shock, Su Qing understood everything.
Divine voice!
That heavenly tone could mimic anyone.
Perfectly lifelike imitation. Even someone close might not spot the difference.
This brand-new experience only delighted Su Qing more.
If paired with his sister-in-law's Illusory Realm in the future... wouldn't that be the perfect combo?
One mimics the face, the other mimics the voice—together, they could become anyone.
Double the pleasure!
"Auntie, don't do this. It's not right!"
"We're aunt and nephew—we can't have this kind of relationship!"
Su Qing spoke with righteous conviction.
And while talking, he didn't forget to grab the hand that was wandering.
As a virtuous man, he had to say no to such improper acts!
Long Ye, hearing that, looked a bit confused.
That wasn't how he acted last time?
Why now did he seem so unwilling? Had he turned over a new leaf?
Before she could ask, realization dawned, and her expression turned odd.
Alright, she got it.
So-called righteous man? Unyielding spirit? Please—just words!
She understood. The she-devil knew this little devil too well. Very reasonable.
"Qing'er, as your aunt, you should listen to me. How could you refuse?"
"Be good, or I'll have to teach you a lesson!"
Long Ye decided to play along and commit fully to the role.
Her hand firmly gripped his, prying it away.
In that moment, the she-devil felt completely in control.
And it felt damn good!
While the two were immersed in their little play, the Cult Mistress trapped inside the Demoness finally cracked.
She was about to break down.
How could a young girl be so shameless?
Worse yet, she had to witness every second of it.
What kind of twisted kink was this?!
Even in the Demonic Sect, even as the Demoness, how could she degrade herself like this?
As a proud schemer, she used tricks, not seduction.
Now, forced to watch from the first-person perspective—with sight, sound, and even touch involved—she felt utterly defiled.
Did being a Demoness mean you had no self-respect?
All for a man, playing someone else's role...
Was this how the youth of today got their kicks?
The Cult Mistress, who'd never experienced such things before, felt her very soul corroding.
For the first time, the ever-proud woman felt… old.
I really have fallen behind the times!
The interaction in the bath was still ongoing.
But aside from the Cult Mistress watching from inside the Demoness, another observer had arrived: a blonde beauty.