165: Chapter 165 Don't rush, let me see

Tianyuan Peak, Star-Plucking Eave Pavilion.

The mountain breeze blew through the pavilion, carrying a cool breath.

Hua Youyou stood by the railing, her light cyan gauze skirt lifted by the wind, clinging tightly to her long, shapely jade legs, revealing graceful curves.

Beneath the gauze, the contours and warm, smooth luster of her jade legs were faintly visible, adding an allure that seemed all the more seductive for trying to be concealed.

"Your legs... tsk, they are truly beautiful. I imagine your Sect Master enjoys playing with them, right?"

A lazy, enchanting voice filled with mockery echoed in the pavilion.

Hua Youyou turned her head sharply.

She saw a woman leaning against the vermilion-painted railing, her ru skirt fluttering in the wind, her bare feet dangling in the air, her arches exquisite.

The woman's gaze was fixed on the jade legs beneath her light cyan gauze skirt.

Hua Youyou's pretty face flushed crimson instantly. Subconsciously, she tried to press her legs together and tugged at her skirt, attempting to cover the area locked by the woman's gaze.

She looked at Yu Linglong, feeling somewhat flustered. This woman was the Senior Sister of Deputy Sect Master Yu Lingshuang, and held a noble status.

Hua Youyou dared not talk back, yet she was too embarrassed to continue this topic.

"Don't rush, let me see."

Yu Linglong chuckled, her toes tapping lightly in the air as she slowly approached Hua Youyou. She leaned in slightly, her gaze wandering up and down Hua Youyou's leg line, making the latter feel completely uncomfortable.

"Would you like..."

Yu Linglong's voice lowered, carrying a temptation that sparked one's imagination, "for me to teach you a method? I guarantee it will make your Sect Master... like you even more, hmm?"

Hua Youyou's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively wanted to shake her head and refuse.

But the phrase "I guarantee it will make your Sect Master like you even more" was like a magical little hook, precisely catching the deepest desire in her heart.

What if? What if it really worked? Being able to make the Sect Master favor her more... This thought made her heart race. The refusal stuck in her throat, while her eyes involuntarily revealed a hint of anticipation and struggle.

Seeing this, Yu Linglong curled her lips into a mischievous smile of success.

She leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against Hua Youyou's sensitive ear, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Find an opportunity to use those beautiful feet of yours..."

Before she finished speaking, she tapped her slender finger lightly, and a ray of spiritual light entered Hua Youyou's forehead.

Boom!

Hua Youyou only felt a surge of heat, accompanied by countless shameful images and thoughts, instantly flooding her mind.

She let out a soft "Ah," her entire face and neck flushing red like a cooked shrimp. She stammered anxiously:

"This... how can this be! This... this is impossible! This... this is clearly insulting the Sect Master! The Sect Master will definitely be angry!"

Hua Youyou was mortified by the bold images in her mind, and felt indignant because she perceived Yu Linglong's suggestion as a desecration of Ling Hao's dignity.

Yu Linglong, however, looked inscrutable, her jade finger lightly tapping her red lips:

"If you don't try, how do you know your Sect Master... won't like it?"

She chuckled inwardly; she had accidentally seen this method in a "story book" (which was actually a collection of erotic spring palace paintings) she had collected in a mortal Dynasty.

It was said that some high-ranking officials and nobles had this fetish.

Yu Linglong was certain that a man like Ling Hao, who stood at the pinnacle of the Cangwu region, would never enjoy being stepped on by a woman.

All Yu Linglong wanted was to see this girl make a fool of herself, and incidentally, cause some trouble for Ling Hao.

But Hua Youyou's heart was in turmoil. Common sense told her this was definitely an insult.

Yet a blurry image flashed uncontrollably through her mind. That time at the Sunken Wall Bay on the floating island, when she was bathing with other Senior Sisters and the Sect Master, she seemed to have accidentally stepped on the Sect Master's... that place?

At that time, not only was the Sect Master not angry, but his expression in that instant... seemed... appeared... to even carry a sense of enjoyment?

She had been too flustered to think about it carefully at the time, but now that Yu Linglong had pointed it out, that vague impression became clear...

Could it... really be possible? Would the Sect Master... really like it? This thought grew wildly in her heart like weeds, making her eyes become somewhat hazy and uncertain.

"Youyou? What are you two doing?"

Ling Hao's appearance instantly broke the subtle atmosphere in the pavilion.

Hua Youyou, like a startled fawn, snapped back to reality. Seeing Ling Hao walking up the steps, she felt so mortified that she forgot to even greet him. Covering her face, she ran down the pavilion with a "thump, thump, thump," her light cyan figure quickly disappearing around the corner of the corridor.

Ling Hao's gaze swept over the only person left in the pavilion, Yu Linglong, and he frowned slightly:

"You, are you teasing my Sect's Disciples again? How many times is this? Do you believe that I will throw you out of the Moonshadow Sect right now?"

Yu Linglong lazily brushed back the dark hair falling over her shoulder, smiling like a cat that had stolen some cream:

"I am just teaching them some 'skills,' great Sect Master Ling. This is all for your own good, to make your... hmm, life more interesting."

Ling Hao couldn't help but curl his lip, thinking to himself.

I don't believe a word of it; you wicked woman are truly devious!

Suddenly, Ling Hao's pupils constricted.

He saw Yu Linglong suddenly turn pale, her figure swaying violently, her feet unsteady and weak, and she stumbled forward, about to fall.

Ling Hao reacted extremely quickly. Subconsciously, he lunged forward, stretched out his long arm, and firmly caught Yu Linglong's waist, half-embracing her.

In an instant, the distance between the two was mere inches.

The unique, faint fragrance on Yu Linglong's body instantly filled Ling Hao's nostrils. A few strands of loose dark hair brushed against the side of Ling Hao's neck, bringing a slightly itchy sensation.

Through the thin, moon-white ru skirt, what Ling Hao felt on his hand was not only the softness and elasticity of her slender waist but also her warm body temperature.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, leaving only their slightly rapid breathing and the suddenly heating air.