A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 384: A Cold Fairy, Lan Suyao.

Li Feng’s gaze lingered on the breathtakingly beautiful and ice-cold woman for a spell. To Lan Suyao, the time since their last encounter had been a mere handful of days. However, for Li Feng, the experiences within the secret realm had stretched into a full month. Gazing once more upon that serene, frigid, and lovely visage, and especially the generous curves concealed beneath her elegant robes, his eyes darkened subtly. He proceeded slowly towards Lan Suyao, who remained seated with perfect composure, observing his approach with detached indifference. He soon arrived at her side. Glancing down at the captivating woman and the pale hint of her cleavage revealed by her attire, Li Feng was suddenly overcome with a desire to claim this unattainable beauty right then and there. Yet, he had already achieved mastery over the art of mortal indulgence. The true pleasure lay not merely in the act of taking, but in the savoring, the appreciation of every reaction, every moment, drawn out deliberately. With an amused smirk, Li Feng moved behind her chair and gently laid his hands upon her shoulders. Lan Suyao remained seated placidly as his fingers kneaded her tense muscles with practiced ease. His touch was perfectly balanced, neither too delicate nor too firm, applying just the right amount of pressure to alleviate the fatigue accumulated through the night. The room then gradually descended into silence. Only the soft rustle of garments and the gentle flicker of candlelight could be heard within the hushed space. Li Feng leaned in slightly closer to her ear, his breath a faint caress against her skin. "Hehe... Senior Lan is quite diligent, isn't she? To still be working so assiduously at this late hour~" But Lan Suyao paid his teasing no mind. Her serene eyes remained fixed forward as she calmly inquired, "Did you obtain what I requested?" Her voice was soft and distant, maintaining its composed seriousness even as Li Feng’s touch graced her skin. Li Feng’s grin widened slightly at her question. Instead of answering directly, his fingers drifted downward from her shoulders, tracing provocatively along the graceful curve of her collarbone. "Guess~" His touch lingered momentarily near the hem of her robes, a deliberate test of her forbearance. Then, one hand ventured lower, slipping beneath the collar of her outer garment to caress the smooth, pale skin of her upper chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of her ample breasts beneath his hand. Concurrently, Lan Suyao’s posture remained impeccably straight. Even now, she did not recoil. Her voice remained cool and detached. "If you failed to acquire it, then you have no reason to be here." Li Feng let out a soft chuckle. He neither confirmed nor denied her guess. Instead, his hand grew bolder, gliding fully beneath the silk of her inner robes until his palm enveloped the full, weighty curve of her left breast. He squeezed it possessively, feeling the yielding softness spill between his fingers as his thumb brushed against its peak. Li Feng smiled with satisfaction, having once again relished the feel of this magnificent breast. Its silken coolness, flowing like liquid through his fingers, was reminiscent of Yue Lan’s, yet Lan Suyao possessed her own unique allure. Perhaps it was due to Lan Suyao’s more mature years, her breasts were fuller and heavier than Yue Lan’s, possessing a firmer resilience that allowed them to rebound perfectly with each gentle squeeze. Just then, Lan Suyao finally turned her head slightly, her cold eyes conveying a clear admonishment. "Li Feng, do not push my patience." Rather than showing fear, Li Feng grinned and leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his hand slipped fully inside her robes. He cupped her bare breast, rolling the hardened tip between his fingers before giving them a gentle tug. Just as Lan Suyao’s eyes began to show a hint of displeasure— A simple box materialized from thin air and settled itself upon the table. Lan Suyao paused, her gaze fixed on the box, allowing Li Feng to continue his ministrations. Li Feng’s lips curved into a smug smirk against her neck as he inhaled her intoxicating scent. His hand never ceased its slow, possessive exploration of her breast, continuing to knead the heavy, silken flesh. "The item you desire is within that box," he murmured hotly against her ear, his voice thick with amusement and desire. "Do check it, oh City Lord." Lan Suyao’s gaze remained fixed on the unassuming wooden box on the table for a considerable moment. Her cold eyes narrowed slightly as she examined it with her spiritual sense, confirming its contents. A fleeting trace of relief appeared on her usually impassive face, though it vanished almost instantly. ’Finally… I can be rid of that thing within my soul.’ This thought brought her a rare flicker of excitement… and potentially, a chance for retribution. After all, with that object residing within her, it served as a constant reminder of her… past defeat and humiliation.

Her gaze then lowered to the audacious, large palm that was still boldly caressing and kneading her exposed breasts.

"...Hmph."

Lan Suyao emitted a soft puff of air but made no move to remove his hand.

Instead, she subtly shifted back in her seat, yielding to his embrace and allowing him unimpeded access to her chest.

A knowing grin spread across Li Feng's face as he seized the opportunity, his other hand sliding beneath her robes to cup and tease both of her full, bare breasts simultaneously.

He pressed them together, his thumbs tracing circles over her sensitive peaks as he leaned in to kiss and nibble gently at the side of her graceful neck. Lan Suyao calmly inclined her head, offering him more access.

Her hand, meanwhile, was already forming intricate seals as she prepared something atop the box before her.

The juxtaposition of the scene was utterly captivating: the proud, unapproachable City Lord seated regally, her robes parted, permitting a man free rein over her magnificent bosom, all while maintaining an air of complete composure.

Had any observers from earlier witnessed this tableau, they would have surely believed themselves ensnared within a potent demonic illusion.

This was, after all, unsurprising, as Lan Suyao was far from an ordinary City Lord.

Within the Azure Moon Sect, her standing was exceptionally unique.

She was not only a formidable cultivator whose might was feared across countless surrounding territories but also an individual personally selected by the Sect Master herself.

Her demeanor was reputed to be ice-cold, utterly untouchable and aloof, shielded by both her formidable strength and elevated status.

Such was the universally held perception of her.

And yet, here and now...

Li Feng, his lips still lingering on her delicate neck, felt a thrill course through him as he confirmed with his dual cultivation technique that Lan Suyao was indeed a virgin.

Not only was her word to him validated, but this also signified the potential to refine her primordial yin through their dual cultivation.

It was a minor regret that he had already claimed Yue Lan's primordial yin prior to mastering the Sovereign Harmony Guiding Art; hence, he eagerly anticipated the results of refining the primordial yin from a cultivator at the Peak Foundation Establishment stage today.

At that precise moment, Lan Suyao's brow furrowed slightly as she turned her gaze towards Li Feng, who was clearly reveling in the sensation of her wet tongue against her neck.

"I am about to commence absorbing the flower," she stated, her voice calm and steady.

"You may indulge your desires with my physical form for the time being... but do not move, and do not interfere with my process."