Previously on A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World...
Wei Zhong confronted Wei Meilin, backed by three powerful experts, intending to force her return to the mansion. Wei Meilin prepared to fight back, but just as she was about to act, Li Feng arrived, unleashing overwhelming spiritual pressure that subdued Wei Zhong and his escorts. Li Feng then calmly took Wei Meilin onto his lap, revealing his superior strength and her connection to him.
"I have returned, Madam." Li Feng's voice, low and gentle, seemed strikingly at odds with the oppressive Spiritual Pressure still pinning everyone else in the room. The instant she registered his voice, Wei Meilin's mature and enchanting face instantly softened. The cold and calculating Matriarch from moments before vanished completely, replaced by a woman displaying obedient and shamelessly affectionate behavior. She leaned back languidly against his solid chest, nestling her voluptuous form comfortably against him. Her full, soft breasts pressed against his torso as she tilted her head slightly, granting his fingers permission to gently caress her smooth, delicate cheek. "Welcome home, Master~" Wei Meilin responded softly, her voice sweet and coquettish, tinged with evident delight. Then, as if recalling an offense, she dramatically gestured towards the group helplessly pinned to the floor. "You have arrived at the most opportune moment..." Her tone shifted to one of pity. "These individuals were on the verge of 'escorting' me back to the mansion." Wei Meilin let slip a single, clear tear, her voice trembling weakly as she feigned sobs. "...And they even had nefarious plans for me, Master!" Even while portraying a tragic beauty who had narrowly evaded assault, the edges of her purple eyes curved into beautiful crescents. A distinct glint of mischief and satisfaction sparkled in her gaze as she spoke in that coy, overly theatrical manner... clearly relishing the dramatic turn of events. Witnessing the provocative, mocking look in Wei Meilin’s eyes, Wei Zhong’s visage contorted with rage. "You slut—!" Before he could utter another word, an unseen force violently slammed his face into the floor, shattering several of his teeth. Blood immediately saturated the ground beneath him. Li Feng had already absorbed most of their exchange as he approached the chamber. His expression remained composed, yet a perilous glint flickered deep within his eyes. However, before addressing these trivial nuisances, he desired to fully appreciate his Envoy, who appeared even more ripe and alluring after their brief separation. His hand slid languidly from her soft cheek down to her slender neck, then moved lower with undisguised possessiveness, settling just above the taut fabric of her green qipao. The luxurious garment clung tenaciously to her ample breasts, its buttons straining as if on the brink of bursting due to the extreme tightness. Without the slightest hesitation or concern for the fading men on the floor, Li Feng commenced unbuttoning the upper portion of her qipao. He dislodged several buttons, creating a generous opening without fully exposing her breasts. The soft white fur stole shifted as the fabric parted, unveiling a deep, pale cleavage and the upper swell of her heavy, ripe bosom. With a casual gesture, he slid his rough palm inside the opening and boldly caressed one of her soft, yielding breasts. "Mhmm~ Master~" Wei Meilin’s exquisite purple eyes filled with intoxicating allure and desire as she emitted a soft, seductive moan. Her mature, voluptuous body quivered slightly in his embrace as the distinct outline of Li Feng’s strong hand was discernible through the thin fabric of her qipao. He openly squeezed and manipulated her heavy breast, his fingers delving deep into the soft, pliable flesh beneath the robe as he began to knead and mold it roughly. Despite her sweet moans, Wei Meilin made no move to halt his actions. Instead, she sensually arched her back, shamelessly pressing her chest further into his grasping hand, offering her ripe, enticing body to her Master right before the eyes of the men on the floor. Li Feng smiled in contentment, thoroughly savoring the heavenly softness of Wei Meilin’s breast within his palm. His thumb continued its lazy motion, brushing and teasing her hardened pink nipples, eliciting another quiet, sultry moan from her lips. On the ground, Wei Zhong’s eyes were bloodshot, burning with a venomous blend of rage, envy, and utter despair. He was forced to watch helplessly as the woman he had desired for so long was being caressed so casually and intimately by Li Feng once more, directly before him. Every moan from Wei Meilin ignited his fury with humiliation, yet the overwhelming Spiritual Pressure kept him immobilized on the ground like a helpless insect, incapable of even a proper scream. The three cloaked figures were no better off. Their faces turned deathly pale as they apprehended the gravity of their predicament... especially the realization that the alchemist Li Feng had already achieved Foundation Establishment. "...I did not anticipate encountering so many audacious fools daring to abduct someone in broad daylight." Li Feng stated calmly. "...And my woman, no less. It appears I must reiterate precisely to whom this vessel belongs." As he spoke, he delivered a firmer squeeze to Wei Meilin’s full breast, his fingers penetrating deeply into the soft, overflowing flesh. "Ah~!!!"
Wei Meilin let out a sharp gasp, her cheeks instantly blooming with a soft pink hue.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively as a wave of warmth surged through her body.
"Yes~ Master..." Wei Meilin whispered, her voice already adopting a breathless, alluring tone. "I was so frightened... The provocative body I've meticulously maintained solely for you was nearly violated by others~"
A pitiful sob escaped her, her tone deliberately exaggerated with feigned distress. "Waaah... Please avenge this one, Master~"
Her words were crafted to provoke and spoken clearly enough for every man present to overhear.
Upon hearing this, Li Feng's lips curved into a subtle, chilling smirk.
While still leisurely savoring the addictive softness of Wei Meilin's ample bosom, he finally glanced down at the figures helplessly pinned to the floor. He inquired in a casual manner, "I see. Might I inquire as to your precise intentions when attempting to waylay my Madam Wei?"
Hearing his question and observing Wei Meilin's demure posture in Li Feng's embrace, allowing herself to be shamelessly caressed, the cloaked figures understood that the situation had escalated beyond a simple encounter.
A brief silence followed before the leader among the three cloaked men managed a self-deprecating smile.
"Alchemist Li, it appears there has been a misunderstanding..." he stated smoothly. "Our sole objective was to escort Madam Wei back to the family manor due to an urgent family matter. We were unaware she was awaiting your arrival. Therefore, we offer our apologies for any offense caused."
The man demonstrated considerable astuteness.
He rapidly reframed the narrative as a mere "misunderstanding" and even presented Li Feng with a convenient path forward.
He felt confident that Li Feng would refrain from executing them on the spot.
...For if Li Feng had genuinely intended to, he would have already acted.
And his assessment was largely accurate.
Li Feng harbored no intention of dispatching them at this location.
Such an action would equate to open defiance of the sect.
While the sect might overlook the deaths of these inconsequential individuals and refrain from crippling a genius like himself, it would undoubtedly complicate his standing within the sect.
He had no desire to damage his relationship with the sect over such minor figures.
Furthermore... he could always deal with them later, once they had departed the city.
Li Feng offered a faint smile, acknowledging the leader's evasive and quick-witted nature.
Nevertheless, he had no intention of absolving them so readily.
After discreetly dispatching a message to Yue Lan, Li Feng relaxed.
With a theatrical sigh, he finally withdrew his hand from the confines of Wei Meilin’s snug qipao.
Her soft, heavy breasts reluctantly detached from his palm, jiggling slightly with the movement.
Li Feng delivered a firm slap to her plump posterior through the thin fabric of her attire.
The sharp sound resonated loudly in the hushed room, causing her yielding buttocks to visibly ripple.
"Proceed beneath the table," Li Feng commanded nonchalantly.
Upon hearing his directive, Wei Meilin blinked once, and a knowing, alluring smile then graced her exquisite mature features.
Her violet eyes gleamed with anticipation and eager compliance.
"Yes, Master~"
She gracefully dismounted his lap.
The instant her feet met the floor, she slowly lowered herself to her knees.
Without a trace of shame, the once formidable and aloof Matriarch of the Wei Family crawled on all fours toward the recesses of the grand desk, akin to a canine.
Her curvaceous form swayed suggestively with each motion.
The high slits of her emerald qipao rose daringly, exposing the smooth, unblemished skin of her toned, fleshy thighs and the tantalizing lower curve of her ample posterior.
The four men on the floor observed in utter astonishment.
The formerly cold and distant Matriarch... a woman who had always carried herself with an aura of dignity and icy authority, was now abasing herself on all fours like a well-trained pet.
Her heavy breasts swayed sensuously beneath her partially unbuttoned qipao as she gracefully vanished beneath the imposing desk.
Li Feng rose with casual ease and followed her movement from behind.
He drew out the opulent chair that Wei Meilin typically occupied and settled into it comfortably.
Spreading his legs wide beneath the spacious desk, he found Wei Meilin already awaiting him on her knees, gazing upward with luminous, eager violet eyes brimming with expectation.
