Chapter 612: Sex Friend? (2)
Chapter 612: Chapter 612: Sex Friend? (2)
Fen Ling paused for a moment before continuing.
"You’re already aware of my bloodline... But the thing is, the Long Imperial Family doesn’t only inherit the power of the Dragon."
She then looked at him intently.
"We also inherit some of its... traits."
At those words, Li Feng’s eyebrows rose.
"Traits?"
Fen Ling nodded.
She gently released his hand, her expression becoming slightly more serious.
"Dragons are powerful creatures, but they are also... quite lustful."
"...Lustful?"
Li Feng’s expression slowly became strange.
Fen Ling gave him an awkward look before continuing.
"The stronger the Dragon bloodline becomes, the stronger those instincts become as well. It’s not simply a matter of having stronger desires. They’re instincts that come from the bloodline itself."
She sighed and lightly pressed her fingers against her temple.
"I’ve spent many years learning how to suppress them. Normally, even when those instincts surface, I can keep myself calm."
"But dual cultivation is different."
Li Feng blinked.
"Different how?"
"Because we’re circulating our energies together. Our spiritual energy and bloodlines will influence each other. If my Dragon bloodline becomes excited during the process..."
Fen Ling hesitated.
"...those instincts may become much stronger."
Li Feng stared at her.
"And you might lose control?"
Fen Ling shook her head.
"Not completely. I would still know what I’m doing. But my ability to restrain myself could become much weaker than usual."
She lowered her eyes.
"That’s why I’ve always been careful. I’ve never deliberately allowed those instincts to run free, so I honestly don’t know what would happen if I stopped suppressing them."
Her voice became quieter.
"All the desires I’ve kept under control for so long could erupt at once."
Li Feng’s expression became increasingly strange.
Fen Ling noticed it and gave him a wry smile.
"Don’t look at me like that."
She sighed.
"That’s actually one of the reasons I postponed our dual cultivation."
Her cheeks flushed faintly as she looked away.
"I wasn’t afraid of you. I was... afraid of myself."
"..."
Li Feng fell silent.
After a moment, Fen Ling continued.
"If I lost control after we started, stopping halfway might not be as simple as you think. And if my Dragon bloodline fully awakened those instincts..."
She stopped as she didn’t need to finish.
Li Feng already understood.
Fen Ling took a slow breath.
"That’s why I wanted to wait until I was certain I could handle it. I don’t want our first dual cultivation to become something neither of us can control."
Li Feng remained silent.
His expression was calm... far too calm.
But inwardly—
’...Why would I mind???’
His eyes almost lit up.
’Her Dragon bloodline makes her lose her restraint???’
’And all those desires she’s been suppressing for years could explode at once???’
He stared at Fen Ling.
’HELL YES!’
’Why would I possibly mind something like that?!’
But then, Li Feng quickly suppressed his excitement and forced himself to remain composed.
After all, Fen Ling was looking at him so seriously.
Seeing that he remained silent, Fen Ling touched his cheek.
"Which is why I didn’t want to deal with this while the Fen Dynasty was already in such a mess."
She glanced toward the mountain of documents on her table.
"Once everything is settled and I no longer have to worry about the dynasty falling apart around me..."
She looked back at Li Feng.
"Only then will I feel comfortable attempting dual cultivation with you."
Li Feng was silent for a moment.
"...So you’ve really been holding all of that back this entire time?"
He couldn’t help but be surprised.
Then he thought about himself.
’If I stopped indulging in pleasure for a hundred years... And suddenly released all that pent-up desire at once...’
His expression slowly became strange.
’...Yeah. I’d probably go crazy too.’
Fen Ling noticed his strange expression and felt a little apologetic.
"I know you’ve been looking forward to this."
She smiled softly, then stepped closer to him.
"But... I can make it up to you in another way."
Before Li Feng could ask what she meant, Fen Ling gently pushed him toward the chair behind him.
Li Feng let himself be pushed.
"Another way?"
Fen Ling nodded as a faint smile remained on her lips.
"I said I can’t let myself lose control right now..."
She stepped closer.
"...But that doesn’t mean I can’t show you that I’m sincere about our relationship."
At those words, his eyes immediately filled with expectations.
Fen Ling watched his expression and couldn’t help smiling wryly.
’He really does love mortal pleasure...’
She shook her head helplessly.
Then Fen Ling calmly stepped closer.
Without saying anything else, she slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him.
"Ohh...!"
Li Feng’s eyes immediately lit up.
Seeing the usually composed and dignified Empress kneeling before him was already enough to make his blood run hot.
Fen Ling remained calm, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips.
Her long black hair fell loosely over her shoulders, while her elegant robes accentuated her graceful figure.
For someone who normally carried herself with the dignity of an Empress, seeing her like this was almost unfair.
Li Feng swallowed.
Fen Ling settled onto her knees and looked up at him, her calm expression never wavering.
Then... her fingers moved to his sash and slowly untied it.
A moment later, she opened his robe and took his little brother out.
The hardened huge fellow sprang into her hand at once, hot and heavy.
It twitched against her palm, as if it recognized her.
Fen Ling’s eyes lowered, then she smiled.
"Oh? Still this energetic."
She gave it a slow squeeze as it twitched again in her hand.
Fen Ling leaned in slightly, her breath brushing against it as she greeted it like an old acquaintance.
"It’s been a while."
She wrapped her delicate hand around him, feeling the intense heat, and stroked him once from base to tip.
She watched the way it jumped in her grip, thick and restless, as if it wanted more the moment she touched it.
"Haa... Haaa... "
Li Feng’s breath grew heavier as he watched Fen Ling playing with his little brother.
The sensation hit him at once.
Her palm was soft, yet her grip was firm.
Each slow stroke pulled warmth from the base all the way to the end.
When her thumb grazed the tip, a sharp, pleasant sensation shot up his back.
Now that they were so close, he could smell her fragrance.
It was subtle initially, then grew more distinct with each inhale... a warm, clean scent blended with a richer, unique essence that was hers alone.
Li Feng’s fingers tightened around the chair.
He was starting to get impatient.
"...Your Highness," he muttered.
Fen Ling noticed his rough breathing and impatient expression, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
She lifted a strand of hair and slowly tucked it behind her ear, her movements unhurried and graceful.
Then... slowly she leaned forward, her mouth slightly open and-
Slurp...
"Damn..."
Li Feng’s face immediately twisted in pleasure the moment he felt that amazing wetness around his little brother.
"Mhmm~..."
Fen Ling’s mouth was hot... wet and tight as she slowly sank lower, taking him in.
His fingers dug into the chair, his grip tightening as he struggled to keep his composure.
For a moment, the succession war, the future troubles, and even the discussion about her Dragon bloodline all disappeared from his mind.
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Meanwhile, outside the Empress’s residence.
Han Wei was already laughing with a group of imperial guards.
"Brother Han, you really know how to talk. I hope we can chat again when we’re off duty!" one of the guards said, slapping him on the shoulder.
Han Wei grinned like a man who had done this a hundred times in market towns and mountain inns.
"Come on. If I couldn’t talk my way out of trouble, how would I survive as a rogue cultivator? You gentlemen protect the palace. I only know how to talk and make friends."
The guards burst out laughing.
In a short time, he already knew two of their names, which shifts were the hardest, and even which kitchen auntie gave out extra meat.
He didn’t pressure them, nor did he look down on them.
He simply spoke like an average middle-aged man who happened to be under Envoy Li.
That was Han Wei’s skill... he was quick to make friends.
While his Master sat inside the Empress’s study with his little brother in the Empress’s mouth, Han Wei was already becoming "Brother Han" to the men at the gate.
And the more they talked, the more Han Wei couldn’t help but be amazed by everything his Master had accomplished.
He had only been with Li Feng for a short time, yet it seemed that wherever they went, people already knew of his Master and treated him with genuine respect.
At first, Han Wei had thought it was simply because of his own slick tongue.
But the longer he talked with the guards, the more he realized that wasn’t entirely true.
These people genuinely wanted to befriend him.
And a large part of the reason was simply because he was Master Li Feng’s subordinate.
Han Wei couldn’t help but feel a little emotional.
’So this is the influence of my Master...’
For the first time, Han Wei truly began to understand the benefits of being under a capable man.
Having a powerful Master didn’t just mean having someone to protect him.
It also meant that wherever he went, he could enjoy connections and opportunities that an ordinary rogue cultivator could never hope to obtain.
Just as Han Wei was enjoying this realization, one of the guards who had remained silent throughout the conversation suddenly spoke.
"Brother Han."
Han Wei turned toward him.
The guard reached into his clothes and pulled out a small pouch before handing it to him.
"If you don’t mind... please accept this small gift."
Han Wei’s eyes immediately narrowed.
His casual smile disappeared for a moment as he looked at the pouch.
He didn’t reach for it right away.
The atmosphere seemed to change slightly.
Han Wei might have been easygoing, but he had survived for years as a rogue cultivator.
He knew very well that when someone suddenly handed you something without explanation, there was usually a reason behind it.
His eyes flickered as he looked at the silent guard.
’What’s this about?’