Ahhhhn!~? Aaahhh!~?"... Uffm..…...
Her body jolted beneath me, her moans reaching a fevered pitch as I pounded into her without restraint. The bed creaked beneath us, her ass cheeks rippling with each powerful stroke. Unable to resist, I raised my
hand and brought it down hard on her backside.
Half an hour later, a graceful figure dressed in flowing white robes arrived silently outside Ye Chen's courtyard.
Yun Yun stood for a moment at the gate, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.
"I wonder how Feng'er's injuries are healing…" she murmured to herself.
"I've been so occupied with sect matters lately that I haven't had time to visit. I hope… he doesn't resent me for it."
As she looked upon the peaceful yard, a soft smile played at her lips. Just the thought of her most gifted disciple warmed her heart with pride.
Clad in a simple yet elegant white gown, Yun Yun's figure was curvaceous yet refined.
Her long, jet-black hair was swept into an intricate phoenix bun, revealing the noble lines of her neck. Though her face held a serene calm, her noble temperament was impossible to mask her presence alone radiated quiet authority and grace.
This woman who could humble an entire hall with a single glance was none other than the leader of the Yunlan Sect.
And Ye Chen's teacher Yun Yun.
Because of his extraordinary talent, Yun Yun had always favored Ye Chen above the rest. In fact, she had already begun considering passing on the leadership of the sect to him in the future.
Knowing that he was injured, she had carved out time from her busy schedule to visit him personally.
Just as she stepped closer to the door, she paused.
"…Hmm? What was that sound?"
She leaned in slightly, and faint, breathy voices drifted from within.
Her expression shifted. "Feng'er's condition hasn't worsened, has it?"
But the next voice she heard made her freeze.
"…That's Yanran's voice?"
A brief silence passed. Then realization dawned.
"Ah… that makes sense. They've always been close. Yanran must be here to look after him."
Yun Yun smiled gently at the thought. Without hesitation, she stepped up to the door, lifted her jade-like hand, and pushed it open.
"Feng'er, your teacher has come to see "
Her words halted mid-sentence.
The smile on her lips vanished.
Inside the room, the intimate scene froze in time.
A half-naked Ye Chen was tangled in bedsheets, his arms protectively curled around Nalan Yanran, whose body was only loosely covered by a robe that had clearly been hastily thrown on. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted from breathless tension. Their gazes snapped toward the door in horror.
Yun Yun stood paralyzed in the doorway, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"...T-Teacher!"
Ye Chen's voice cracked as panic spread across his face. Nalan Yanran gasped, clutching the sheet tighter around her chest.
For a long moment, no one moved.
Then SLAM!
The door swung shut behind Yun Yun as she stepped back outside, her face red with a storm of emotions.
A voice, trembling with fury, echoed across the courtyard.
"Traitor… how can you be so shameless in broad daylight!"
Moments later, Yun Yun sat in the pavilion of the courtyard, her expression as cold as frost.
Before her, Ye Chen and Nalan Yanran knelt in shame.
Their hair was messy, their clothing disheveled. Yanran's cheeks still held a rosy hue, her eyes lowered in embarrassment, though she couldn't help sneaking glances at Ye Chen, her gaze filled with affection and silent pride.
Ye Chen, meanwhile, kept his head bowed, heart pounding.
Yun Yun glared at them, but her eyes flickered with something complicated anger, shame, confusion... and something else she didn't dare name.
"Teacher," Ye Chen spoke at last, his voice low but sincere. "This disciple knows his mistake… please punish me as you see fit."
Yun Yun's eyes narrowed.
"Punishment?" she repeated coldly. "Do you think that's enough?"
Her heart burned with fury—not just at their shamelessness, but at herself.
Why… why did I have to walk in at that moment? The memory of what she had seen burned in her mind. Her face reddened again just thinking about it.
She was a virgin, but she had lived long enough to understand what had taken place. The passion in that room… the intimacy…
It was too much.
"You were supposed to be recovering," she snapped. "Is that what you call recuperation?"
Ye Chen remained silent.
The young man gritted his teeth and suddenly bowed deeply.
"It was my fault, Teacher," he said. "I… I couldn't help myself. I swear, it won't happen again in the daytime."
Yun Yun's eyes twitched.
"Not in the daytime? Are you saying it's acceptable at night?!"
She stood up abruptly, sleeves billowing like clouds.
"It's not that I forbid intimacy between disciples," she said, her tone softening slightly. "But you're both so young… can you truly control yourselves?"
Nalan Yanran lowered her head, her voice a whisper. "Teacher, it was I who insisted… Please don't blame senior brother alone."
Yun Yun turned away, hiding the confusion in her gaze. Her heart was still in turmoil.
They were just… children in her eyes.
And yet…
She exhaled slowly, forcing her emotions back under control.
"Forget it," she muttered. "What's done is done. From now on, the two of you… behave yourselves. Do not shame the Yunlan Sect."
Then she glanced back just for a moment
at Ye Chen. A flicker of complicated emotion passed through her gaze.
Was it disappointment? Worry?
Or something far more dangerous?
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