Of course, Qian Ran's intentions didn't stop there.
With such an obedient and graceful beauty lying right before him, how could he not savor the moment to its fullest?
Ling Luochen, having just emerged from the bathroom, was naturally barefoot. Qian Ran grabbed her delicate foot, finding it soft and boneless in his hand.
"So fragrant."
Holding her flawless feet in his hands, Qian Ran leaned in to take a deep breath. A faint, clean scent wafted to him, subtle yet intoxicating.
Ticklish under his touch, Ling Luochen let out a soft "Mm," and her elegant toes curled reflexively.
"Truly exquisite."
Looking at her lying there, eyes closed as if she were asleep, only the trembling of her lashes betrayed her unsettled heart.
This was simply too perfect.
Ling Luochen's gentle compliance made it easy for him to explore and appreciate every inch of the radiant inner-courtyard senior's beauty without reservation.
It was almost unreal.
Qian Ran's mind conjured a whimsical image of Ling Luochen lying on a dining table, her body adorned with whipped cream and cake, with plates of sushi and fruit balanced on her smooth curves. Slurp.
Of course, he only dared imagine it.
Unless Ling Luochen was exceptionally willing, he wouldn't risk such a bold move. Perhaps playing out such fantasies with one of Huo Yun'er's maids would be more feasible.
Snapping back to reality, Qian Ran tugged lightly on the sash at Ling Luochen's waist, revealing a patch of flawless, snow-white skin.
Faced with such a sight, how could he hold back?
Perhaps sensing what was about to happen, and with her shyness dissipating somewhat in the heat of Qian Ran's passion, Ling Luochen opened her enchanting eyes, gazing deeply at him as if to etch this pivotal moment into her memory.
"Senior, once you've chosen this path, there's no turning back."
"I have no regrets," Ling Luochen murmured, wrapping her arms around Qian Ran's neck, her gaze filled with affection.
She had been waiting for this day for so long.
For days, she couldn't stop thinking about the moments she had shared with Qian Ran. Ever since that secret encounter with Ma Xiaotao, when they had both tasted the allure of Qian Ran, Ling Luochen's heart had been in turmoil.
Now, surrounded by Qian Ran's familiar scent, she felt truly at peace again.
To be with a man as extraordinary as Qian Ran was the greatest happiness she could imagine. Regret? How could she even entertain the thought?
Biu!
Without hesitation, Qian Ran followed his instincts, indulging in the moment with fervent abandon.
As expected of an inner-courtyard senior!
The sheer bliss made Qian Ran's heart soar. Though Ma Xiaotao and Ling Luochen had distinct personalities and body types, they shared some common qualities.
They were somewhere between the innocence of Mu Jin and Zhou Yi and the maturity of Dong'er and Xiao Xiao—youthful yet commanding, a tantalizing blend of naivety and sophistication.
This time, after just two hours, Qian Ran finally slowed down.
By then, Ma Xiaotao had awakened from her absorption of the fiery gel.
Having recently broken through to Soul Sage, Ma Xiaotao had surged two additional levels thanks to the gel's potent energy.
When Ma Xiaotao approached, Ling Luochen instinctively pulled a thin veil over herself, her cheeks slightly pink. However, she quickly composed herself—after all, the two of them had once shared an intimate experience with Qian Ran.
In this regard, there was little to be embarrassed about.
"Congratulations, congratulations," Qian Ran said with a bright smile, congratulating Ma Xiaotao on her breakthrough.
"My strength has improved significantly—it's like I gained a year's worth of cultivation!" Ma Xiaotao exclaimed, her joy palpable. After reaching Soul Sage, advancement naturally slowed, even for the most gifted individuals. Of course, Qian Ran was an exception with his overpowered abilities.
Generally, after reaching Soul Sage, advancing two levels in a year was a feat only achievable by true prodigies.
Before absorbing her seventh soul ring, Ma Xiaotao's cultivation had already reached Level 71. Now, she had broken through to Level 73.
With this pace, Ma Xiaotao estimated she could reach Soul Douluo within three years—an achievement that would shatter similar records in Shrek Academy.
"Xiao Chenchen, you're no match for me anymore."
Previously, with her Ultimate Ice attribute countering Ma Xiaotao's fire, Ling Luochen could hold her own in a fight. But now that Ma Xiaotao had ascended to Ultimate Fire, Ling Luochen stood little chance.
"All right, save the talk for later. It's time for serious business."
Qian Ran caught a whiff of the fiery scent emanating from Ma Xiaotao. The residual medicinal power of the gel lingered in her body, suffusing her with an especially enticing aroma.
This fragrance carried a searing heat that ignited Qian Ran's curiosity.
Ultimate Ice and Ultimate Fire—together, it would be the ultimate experience.
"Hmph," Ma Xiaotao huffed, her cheeks flushing. She recalled the promise she had made to Qian Ran before hurriedly absorbing the fiery gel, and embarrassment crept over her.
"Here," Qian Ran said, tossing an outfit to Ma Xiaotao.
The last time she had worn Yula's outfit, it hadn't quite suited her. The clash in temperament was too jarring. In Qian Ran's eyes, Ling Luochen was a much better fit.
As for Ma Xiaotao, he handed her a Kafka cosplay outfit.
Understanding his intent, both women blushed. Even with Ma Xiaotao's prior experience in such matters, she couldn't help feeling a bit nervous. Ling Luochen, overwhelmed by shyness, silently took the outfit and began changing.
Qian Ran savored the sight of the two beautiful inner-courtyard seniors changing clothes, marveling at the artistry of the moment.
Long ago, legs and feet were merely parts of the human body. But with the invention of stockings, leggings, and similar garments, they became works of art.
Ma Xiaotao's slightly fuller figure looked stunning in tight-fitting pants, creating a unique allure that even stockings couldn't replicate.
Tight-fitting pants had a unique charm: they revealed every curve of the lower body without omission, leaving observers captivated. Especially from behind, where a shapely, firm silhouette paired with long, toned legs created an irresistible sight. At times like these, even the finest stockings couldn't compete.
Dressed in Yula's sultry knight uniform, Ling Luochen's figure was on full display. Her thigh-high black stockings, the large V-shaped cutout exposing her bare back, and her round, firm hips left Qian Ran utterly mesmerized.
He had been right—Yula's outfit was perfect for Ling Luochen's elegant yet seductive figure and demeanor.
As for Ma Xiaotao, she had also finished changing.
(End of Chapter)
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