A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 7: Immortal fairy body

The door shut with a soft click behind him.

Pale moonlight seeped through the windows, throwing gentle shadows across the room. The incense aroma hung in the air—crisp, chilly, pristine—like the serene woman seated quietly in front of him.

Yue Lan stayed silent. She merely adjusted her position slightly, creating space on the bed.

Li Feng advanced with a serene face and polite movements. Yet under that poised surface, a subtle blaze flickered in his heart.

He settled next to her.

"I’ve come for the deal," he murmured softly.

She nodded almost imperceptibly, her golden eyes hooded and detached. Her silver robe gleamed in the light, its fabric grazing her pale thigh and exposing a tantalizing hint that would quicken any man’s pulse, though she seemed oblivious to it.

Li Feng observed her closely.

Her raven hair cascaded over her shoulder in silky waves. Her complexion shone pale and flawless, akin to fresh snow. With each gentle breath, her chest rose—two plump jades straining against the robe, perfectly rounded and alluring to the gaze. A slim waist flowed into curvaceous hips, and her lips—petite, plush, lightly tinted red—ignited a savage urge deep within him.

This body he had touched once before.

And he intended to touch it again.

Previously, excitement had overpowered him, rendering him hasty, greedy, and unable to relish the precious opportunity. But this night, Li Feng resolved to proceed unhurriedly. To meticulously explore and savor every part of this icy fairy’s impeccable figure.

He leaned closer, his tone relaxed. "Senior Sister... I’ve recently become a Rank 1 Alchemist."

Her eyes darted to him, a trace of shock piercing her frosty poise. "...You?"

He grinned, his gaze sparkling with honest intent. "An epiphany. Strange, isn’t it? I just... understood it. Flame control, pill essence, spirit root balance. As if something unlocked within me."

Though rare, such breakthroughs truly happen in the cultivation world, and Li Feng refused to expose his system, so he shifted the credit entirely to this extraordinary miracle.

"I believe I can provide far greater assistance now to help Senior Sister achieve her goals," he declared, words brimming with earnestness.

But while speaking, his hand refused to remain still.

It settled gently on her waist initially, then slid downward leisurely and tenderly, following the dip of her back to cup her plump, yielding peach over the delicate silk. She remained motionless. Offered no halt. Her face showed no alteration.

The sheer size and melt-like softness that molded to his palm left Li Feng inwardly gasping, "Damn, this tenderness is divine, I could knead it forever," yet outwardly he feigned tranquility. With a flick of his free hand, he summoned a small box and revealed its contents.

Five perfect Qi Convergence Pills rested inside, each spherical and radiant, free of any imperfection.

"Flawless pills," he breathed. "Refined just today."

A faint crease appeared on Yue Lan’s brow. Her gaze fixed on the pills much longer than it ever had on him.

"...Flawless?"

He nodded assuredly, voice firm. "Having a skilled alchemist by your side can make a difference in your path to the Foundation Realm."

Silence enveloped her for a moment.

While she reflected, his hands persisted actively, venturing further with audacity.

He withdrew the hand from her peach, trailed it upward around her shoulder, and gripped her soft jade peak through the fabric.

Li Feng marveled at the divine softness and bountiful fullness that overflowed his palm even across the cloth. After fondling and molding the plush jade several times, his intrigue won out. He eased his hand under its base, lifting it softly as though assessing a treasure beyond reality.

Meanwhile, Yue Lan, absorbed in thought, paid no heed to the errant hand wandering her form. She permitted its liberties, her golden eyes remote, concealing the rising warmth beneath her robe.

Within her thoughts, she evaluated the matter coolly. Even a mere Rank 1 alchemist could sharply raise her prospects of claiming a top-five spot in the tournament, she considered. Pills brought reliability. Pills sped up growth. With a trustworthy refiner at her service, she could immerse herself in cultivation and fret less over procuring resources.

Li Feng’s unexpected rise as an alchemist had caught her off guard. But the flawless-grade Qi Convergence Pill he presented defied imitation.

Even should he overstate his abilities, keeping him near promised utility...

As she mulled it over, the hand massaging her soft jade provoked no twitch on her expression. To her, such contact amounted to a passing mortal whim—her body merely a conduit for the Dao, nothing to cling to.

Beside Yue Lan, Li Feng settled in, lantern light bathing her face in a gentle warmth. Her face held its usual serene chill, inscrutable as ever, which only heightened her appeal to him.

His gaze wandered lower, lingering on the profound cleavage between her breasts. Her robe compressed those tender jade mounds, forming a ravine that demanded notice. Unable to curb his urge to probe, he extended his hand and slipped it right into the gap.

"Soft..." he whispered to himself, fingers grazing the inner curves, sensing the heat straight through the cloth.

Tenderly, he shaped the pliant flesh, his calloused palm forming it into diverse contours, until his fingers discovered a rigid tip nestled in the yielding mass. Lightly, his thumb and forefinger pinched it.

Meanwhile, Yue Lan showed no external reaction at all.

She remained still, immersed in reflection, allowing his hand free rein. The contact evidently didn't faze her. Instead, she pondered the benefits and risks of an alchemist backing her cultivation.

After quite some time, Li Feng at last appeared content. Delicately, he pulled at her robe's sash, untying it amid a faint rustle of silk. The outer garment eased back, baring her collarbone—flawless and refined, resembling jade smoothed by moonlight. His fingers traced its line, delighting in the subtle chill of her skin under his touch.

Li Feng could scarcely credit his fortune. A divine fairy such as her, permitting his caresses, her robe shedding like petals from a holy lotus.

He gulped, pulse pounding fiercely.

His coarse hand glided higher, cradling a soft jade mound that hardly fit in his palm, kneading it with restrained fervor. A firm nipple emerged beneath the silk, tight and pristine. Slowly and with reverence, his thumb circled it.

Yue Lan's body quivered slightly, yet she made no effort to halt him. Still, her voice sliced through the quiet once more.

"What’s your refinement success rate?"

"Seventy percent," he replied smoothly, lying. "I won’t claim mastery, but I’m sure of at least that."

In reality, no batch had ever failed him.

Yue Lan looked pensive, her eyes narrowing.

"Even experienced alchemists struggle to reach fifty percent."

Her voice stayed even, but her form revealed the truth. Her facial composure held its cool grace, yet the color rising on her neck and the quickened heave of her chest proved harder to mask. Evidently, her body entertained separate notions.

As she weighed her options, Li Feng savored the sight.

He eased her robe farther down her shoulder, letting it pool at her waist. Nothing covered beneath—not even a wrap. Her untouched, icy physique appeared chiseled from frost: flowing contours, slim extremities, twin peaks that scorned earthly pull.

His fingers skimmed her cheek, following the curve of her jaw. Her skin resembled liquid silk—cool and supple, warming beneath pressure. That flawless lotus countenance, so impassive... yet mesmerizing.

Then she spoke.

"If you’re willing to support me with your skills as an alchemist, I will compensate you. Spirit stones—"

"No." Gently, he interrupted her.

Puzzled, she glanced at him.

Li Feng leaned closer, his eyes brimming with feigned earnestness. "I don’t care about spirit stones, Senior Sister. What I want... is to see you reach the peak of the Dao. I might not be able to walk this path much, so that’s why I want to help you reach the Dao in my place."

Clasping her hands, he murmured softly. "You can let me borrow your mortal vessel from time to time so I can remember the warmth of the past. That’s all I ask in return."

Li Feng’s tone softened further, ringing true to the listener, but in his thoughts: ’If you pay, then how am I supposed to get favor points and that breathtaking body?’

Yue Lan seemed somewhat touched by Li Feng’s words.

"I know I’m not worthy, but even if I can just aid you on your path... that’s enough for me."

’And if I can bury my face in your soft snow peaks while doing it... heaven, that’s a bonus.’

Slowly, she turned her head, her enigmatic eyes fixing on him. "You wish to support me... without payment?"

He nodded gravely. "Just let me... share a bit of your mortal body. That’s enough."

She furrowed her brow, considering. A peculiar bargain. But... not unfavorable. Her body served as a Dao vessel. Did its manner of use truly signify?

"...Fine."

The word dropped like a soft chime.

Li Feng’s heart surged.

In that instant, Li Feng’s final inhibition broke.

He guided her down onto the bed, tenderly yet with fervor bubbling under the surface—like a wild beast masked by scholarly garb—and his dragon had already risen tall beneath his robe, eager to conquer the heavens.

He bent low, his lips pressing against one of her soft jades in brazen worship. He sucked hard on that soft jade, relishing the faint sweetness of her chilled skin, as if drawing in her very spirit. Meanwhile, his other hand roamed to her second peak, squeezing it with fervent passion, shaping the flawless mound too ideal to reshape yet too alluring to ignore.

Yue Lan stayed silent, her face impassive, eyes remote, but she did nothing to halt him. Yet her breathing revealed her facade—shallow, steadily quickening.

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As night deepened outside, the quiet courtyard rang with bed wood's eerie creaks, a man's stifled groans, and soft thuds like relentless hammer blows. Fortunately, the soundproof formation remained solid. Without it, nearby disciples could mistake the noise for a sparring session disastrously awry...

Should anyone witness the scene beyond those sealed doors, tears of jealousy or curses at the heavens might follow.

Fairy Yue Lan—icy, unreachable, her skin flawless white jade, body pristine and adored by all—was pinned to the bed, brazenly toyed with by a shady middle-aged man scarcely at the Fourth Layer of Qi Refining.

It resembled mud besmirching a snow-white bloom.

Yet she did not resist him.