Chapter 674: Big Eyes Stare at Little Eyes

Zu An was in his room, enjoying the gentle massages from the courtesans, every cell in his body exulting in pleasure.

Ah, the women in this world were far superior to those of his previous life. Each spoke with a gentle, pleasant voice, and more importantly, they possessed a wide array of talents. Unlike some people in his past life who would constantly utter expletives, easily ruining the mood.

As he was enjoying himself, he suddenly noticed the pleasant, chirping sounds around him seemed to diminish. The room itself felt a bit colder.

"Huh, why did the massage stop?" Zu An couldn't help but look up. Standing at the doorway was a stunningly beautiful young woman. A light pink dress perfectly outlined her flawless figure, the fabric stretched full over her chest. Her supple waist seemed small enough to be encircled by a single hand. Even more captivating were the long, straight, beautiful legs glimpsed beneath her skirt, seemingly covered in a jade-like glow that made her skin appear even softer and more delicate.

Although he had seen her before, Zu An was still filled with admiration. While this era was far more open than ancient times, such attire was still considered daring. Yet, there was no hint of vulgarity about her. Instead, it made one feel that only such an appearance could truly suit her status as a formidable "femme fatale."

Zu An smiled sincerely. "Honglei, you're here."

Qiu Honglei smiled and said, "If I hadn't come, how could I have witnessed such a delightful scene of Young Master Zu enjoying himself?"

Her voice was as soft and sweet as ever, but the incessant "rage points" appearing in the background deeply betrayed her true feelings.

Rage points from Qiu Honglei: 223,223,223...

Zu An was equally speechless. *She used to frequent the Divine Immortal Pavilion herself; she should know how miserable those girls' lives are. My patronage of their business is merely a way to help them live a bit easier. Why is she getting angry?*

Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to say that out loud. Instead, he quickly changed his tune: "It's all a misunderstanding. I only did this because I wanted to see you sooner."

"You wanted to see me, and then you were hugging and embracing so many girls?" Qiu Honglei was still smiling, but her smile held a hint of danger.

Zu An said earnestly, "You're only seeing the surface; you don't know my true intentions. I've been in the pleasure quarters for so long, and you haven't come out to see me. I had no other way to find you, so I resorted to this trick, hoping that if you got jealous, you'd come to see me voluntarily."

"Pah, who's jealous of you..." Qiu Honglei spat, her face flushing crimson with embarrassment.

Zu An seized the opportunity, reaching out to pull her close. Activating his "Taotie Devouring Heaven Art," he drew her into his embrace and held her tightly. If the emperors of the Shang Dynasty knew someone was using their peerless divine skill for *this*, they would probably be furious enough to leap out of their bronze coffins.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Qiu Honglei instinctively struggled.

But Zu An would not let go at that moment. He leaned in and kissed her alluring red lips.

"Mmm..." Qiu Honglei's body stiffened, then gradually relaxed.

After a moment, she suddenly realized something and quickly pushed him away. "Did you just... kiss those women like that too?"

"How could I? I only let them massage me," Zu An said, looking into her eyes and speaking tenderly, "In this entire pleasure quarter, you're the only one I'll ever kiss."

"Oh, you and your sweet talk." Qiu Honglei playfully scoffed, but the joy in her eyes revealed her inner delight.

Zu An secretly sighed in admiration. Despite her "femme fatale" persona, her feelings were as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

In contrast, that "innocent little white flower" who was just with Jiao Sigun, ostensibly pure and demure, was in fact a seasoned veteran with a constant stream of visitors.

Thinking of this, he gently embraced the soft body of the beauty in his arms. "Honglei, I'm so lucky to have met you."

Qiu Honglei's heart stirred. She loved hearing his sweet nothings. She gently rested her face on his chest and said softly, "Me too."

The two of them held each other tightly, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

After a while, Qiu Honglei's face suddenly flushed red. Her long, alluring eyes seemed to well up with moisture. "You naughty one," she whispered.

Such an alluring gaze and sweet, delicate voice would stir worldly desires even in an old monk, let alone a man like Zu An.

Feeling an increasingly strong pressure, Qiu Honglei's pretty face flushed even deeper red.

Zu An felt his mouth go dry. He couldn't help but sigh, "In this world, can a man who holds Honglei like this and remains unmoved still be called a man?"

"Such a smooth talker..." Qiu Honglei was flustered by the pressure against her and instinctively tried to stand up. "Oh, go find those girls from earlier to take care of it yourself; as long as I'm not angry, it's fine."

As she spoke, she tried to leave. Zu An quickly pulled her back. "How can all of them combined compare to even a fraction of you?"

Qiu Honglei's heart leaped with joy; this guy always said such sweet things. But she immediately reacted. "No, I can't. You know my cultivation method is special; I can't..."

Before she could finish, Zu An interrupted her: "No, you can."

As he spoke, he guided her soft hand downwards.

Qiu Honglei immediately recalled the last time she had helped him with his "left-right combat" at his home. Her ears burned instantly.

But she was also somewhat tempted—firstly, due to her natural curiosity about the opposite sex, and secondly, because she wanted to help her lover. So, half-reluctantly, she bent down.

"It's truly amazing, why does it swell so much in such a short time?"

"Does it hurt?"

"You won't get it all over my face again like last time, will you?"

Qiu Honglei was like a child full of questions, occasionally exclaiming in surprise.

Zu An responded intermittently, guiding her "left-right combat" technique. It had to be said, she truly possessed an innate enchanting charm. Although awkward at first, she quickly mastered it without instruction. Her slender, delicate hands became increasingly gentle, like a spring breeze or a warm winter sun.

He didn't know how long passed, but Qiu Honglei finally couldn't help but say, "It's taking so long, my wrist is aching."

She was already bent over with her head down, and when she spoke, her breath was like orchids. Zu An's sensations became even more pronounced.

His heart stirred. He gently reached out and pressed her head downwards.

Qiu Honglei was, after all, a "demoness" of the Demonic Sect, and had spent time in places like the Divine Immortal Pavilion. She immediately understood his intention.

She gave him a resentful look, but in the end, she did not resist. She smoothed back some scattered strands of her beautiful hair from her temples, parted her red lips slightly, and lowered her head.

Zu An's brows eased, and he let out a long sigh.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the door to the room was suddenly pushed open. Seeing the scene inside, a sharp voice rang out: "What are you doing!"

Qiu Honglei sprang up like a startled rabbit, covering her mouth as she awkwardly looked at the graceful beauty with hip-length hair standing at the doorway. She stammered awkwardly, "Mas... Master."

The newcomer was naturally Yun Jianyue. She had excitedly rushed over upon learning of Zu An's visit, only to open the door and witness such a "blood pressure-raising" scene.

She was secretly furious. Her obedient disciple, whom she had raised for over a decade and who was originally meant to inherit her mantle, was now so lacking in self-respect.

And Zu An was even more detestable, shamelessly corrupting her female disciple like this!

Rage points from Yun Jianyue: 888,888,888...

"You still have the nerve to call me Master? I don't have a disciple like you." Yun Jianyue glared at Qiu Honglei with ill humor.

Although Qiu Honglei was a "demoness" of the Demonic Sect, she was still a virgin. Being caught doing such a thing was already mortifyingly embarrassing. Hearing her master's rebuke, she couldn't stay any longer. She covered her flushed face and scurried away from the scene.

Only Zu An and Yun Jianyue were left in the room, staring awkwardly at each other.

Zu An, equally embarrassed, pulled up his pants. He couldn't help but complain, "Madam Leader, it's really not a good habit to enter without knocking."

Yun Jianyue's face was cold. "If I didn't come in, should I have waited for you to casually humiliate my obedient disciple?"