CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48 - FENG GOT A FACIAL

The women froze, exchanging wide-eyed looks, then burst into fresh giggles, their conversation veering even wilder-clearly out of hand, turning the serious atmosphere into a brothel’s banter.

Mei Ling leaned in, whispering something about "rewarding his hard work with a special massage," while Lin Yue countered with "I’ll show him what a real arrow feels like." Shameless. How could they debase themselves so?

Tianlong sighed deeply, finally setting down his quill. The sound was heavy, thoughtful, like a man emerging from deep meditation.

He turned in his chair, maps and notes scattered before him, his black hair tousled from running fingers through it, eyes sharp and focused-not on their bodies, but on the task. "Mei," he called out, voice steady.

The maid blinked, confused, rising from the bed with a hesitant step. "H-husband? I... I don’t know much about maps or strategies. How can I help?"

He didn’t answer verbally. Instead, he patted his lap, a simple gesture that made her flush deeper. She approached slowly, her pencil skirt swaying with each step, and he pulled her down onto him without ceremony.

She settled with a soft gasp, her plump ass nestling against his groin, the fabric of her skirt riding up to expose those lace panties. His hand slid up immediately, slipping under her top, fingers delving into the warm valley of her cleavage.

I watched, hidden, as he cupped one breast firmly, his thumb and forefinger finding her nipple through the bra, pinching it with deliberate slowness-twisting it between them like rolling a pearl, then pulling it outward in a slow stretch that made the flesh distort before releasing with a snap. She moaned instantly, "Ahhnnn~! H-husband... wh-what are you-?"

"Silence your mouth, Mei," he murmured, eyes already closing again, sinking back into thought. "I’m thinking."

She whimpered, but obeyed-stuffing the hem of her own top into her mouth, gagging herself with the fabric as muffled moans bubbled out.

His fingers continued their play: circling the areola in lazy spirals, then pinching the nipple hard again, rolling it between thumb and forefinger with increasing pressure, twisting left and right like winding a spring, the motion making her tit jiggle softly in his palm.

He alternated-squeezing the whole mound firmly, kneading it like dough, then focusing on the peak, flicking it with his nail before pinching and pulling outward again, stretching it taut until she arched, her muffled cries growing desperate: "Mmmphh! Nhhhmm!"

Under his robes, his cock twitched visibly, pressing against her ass, but his face remained serene, eyes closed, mind clearly elsewhere-plotting survival in the Abyssal Realm while using her body like a stress toy.

My eyes widened in flustered shock. ’He’s... he’s... How shameless!’

Lin Yue watched with a raised brow, arms crossed. "Perverted as always. But look at him-he’s not even paying attention. Just... thinking. Using her like a fidget toy to focus."

She shook her head, a reluctant chuckle escaping. "Damn fool. Here I thought this pervert was really goinh into celebacy for some hours."

I fidgeted, glancing at Mei’s muffled moans and the way Tianlong’s fingers worked her breast-methodical, absentminded, pinching and rolling that nipple relentlessly, alternating with full squeezes that made the flesh bulge through his fingers.

I felt my blood boil cauisng body to heat up—indeed heat was due to anger... maybe,’ ’...He’s treating her like... like an object to think with.’

Lin Yue stood finally, stretching her arms with a yawn. "Whatever. I’m going to sleep-help him if you want, but don’t disturb my training tomorrow."

She flopped onto a nearby cushion, closing her eyes, leaving the scene to play out.

From my shadows, I felt a strange confusion settle over me. This man... he confounded every expectation. I’d come expecting debauchery, a nonstop orgy of flesh to sate his perversions.

Instead, he studied like a scholar possessed, using the maid’s body as mere aid to concentration-not ravishing her, but fondling absentmindedly while his mind mapped hell itself.

The dynamics here were... unbalanced.

’I should just take my leave.’

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The next day dawned with the sect’s morning chimes, pulling me from uneasy meditation in my quarters.

Sleep had evaded me, my mind replaying the previous day’s observations-the man’s focused intensity, the women’s casual acceptance of his touch.

I needed to confront that pervert, ensure our preparations weren’t derailed by his base urges.

The Abyssal Realm waited in two days; distractions could prove fatal.

With a flicker of qi, I masked my presence and slipped back into the pleasure palace through a spatial rift I’d marked earlier-a hidden entry even he wouldn’t detect.

The moans hit me first-loud, raw, echoing through the chambers like a siren’s wail.

"Ahhhhnnn! H-husband! Deeper-please, I can’t-ahhhh!" I froze in the shadows, peering into the main room.

There, on a wide table scattered with maps and glowing scrolls, lay the maid-Mei Ling-sprawled on her stomach, pencil skirt hiked up around her waist, lace panties yanked aside.

Her plump ass jiggled with each slow, balls-deep thrust from Tianlong, who stood behind her, cock buried to the hilt in her dripping pussy.

Papers and inked notes lay across her back like a desk mat, his quill scratching furiously on one while his hips moved in lazy, deliberate pumps-schlk... schlk... schlk-the wet sounds punctuating her moans.

He wrote without looking down, eyes half-closed in concentration, pounding her slowly but relentlessly, each thrust bottoming out against her womb with a soft pah that made her cry out louder.

"Shut up, Mei," he muttered absently, not even glancing at her, his free hand gripping her hip for leverage while the other jotted notes on void beast patterns. "I’m thinking."

She bit her lip, muffling a scream into her arm, her body shuddering as he drove deep again, cock stretching her slick walls, cum from previous loads leaking out around him in creamy trails.

The table rocked slightly with each movement, maps shifting but never falling-he adjusted seamlessly, like fucking her was just background noise to his planning.

Flustered heat rose in my cheeks as I watched, hidden.

This... this was beyond shameless.

Using her body as a mere aid while studying? Her moans filled the air, raw and desperate, yet he remained focused, writing as if she were nothing but a warm sleeve for his cock.

My own core clenched traitorously, that unwelcome slickness gathering between my thighs.

Disgusting.

How could he multitask such vulgarity with strategy? The dynamics here were clearer now-the maid submitted utterly, her body a tool for his whims; the archer, Lin Yue, emerged from a side training ground, bow in hand, sweat glistening on her bronze skin.

She paused at the sight, rolling her eyes but saying nothing, as if this was... normal.

"Again?" Yue muttered, slinging her bow over her shoulder, her cropped top clinging to her sweat-damp curves. She glanced at me-no, at the scene-then shook her head. "You’re hopeless, Tianlong. At least finish your maps before you finish in her."

"Uaaanghhg—Husba—mphh!" He didn’t respond, just thrust deeper, eliciting another muffled moan from Mei, his quill never stopping.

Yue flopped onto a nearby chair, watching with casual disinterest, like this was everyday routine.

The realization hit me—these women weren’t just lovers; they were beyond shameless. Yue was watching without even touching herself.

It was as if she was stronger than me in controlling her desires.

The maid was also seems to enjoy it, her end holding edge of tables to steady herself.

The confusion swirled, my body heating despite myself as I watched his cock slide in and out, slow and deep, balls slapping her ass with each deliberate push.

Suddenly he gave deep thrust causing Mei’s voice to break beyond her hand.

"AAAAANNGGHHHHH...." as if soemthing happened to her as I vould only see liquid, the same that came out of mine when he had called chamgne thing.

’!’

My eyes widneed as I suddenly felt my eyes meeting his, He smirked as turned poppoing his hard and glistening cock from Mei’s wet pussy, pointing toward me-his eyes locking on my hiding spot as if he’d known all along.

"Ah, Elder. Given how I wanted feedback about the taste, can you open your motuh."

’He can see me—!?!’ I can be shocked from the realization that he knew I was here.

But as I tried spoke, his body tensed unexpectedly hand grabbing his dick before stroked once, and before he could finish-a hot, thick spurt of cum launched from his tip, arcing through the air and splattering across my face in a warm, sticky line, dripping down my cheek and onto my lips.

My eyes trembled, wide with shock and humiliation, the salty taste invading my mouth as I stood frozen, exposed in my alcove.

The chamber fell deathly silent, all eyes on me-the elder, marked by his seed, trembling in a mix of rage and that cursed, unwelcome heat.

What... what had just happened?