Lin Yuan was used to her personality. He went behind the counter, opened a drawer, took out a cloth bag, weighed it in his hand, and tossed it over: "Manager Ao, next time you need to collect fees, just send a servant. Why bother you to make the trip yourself?"
Ao Qingge took the cloth bag, scanned it with her spiritual sense, and found the amount to be exactly as stated. She put it into her storage bag, looked up at him, and said calmly, "It's nothing. Collecting market fees is my duty. I feel at ease as long as the accounts are clear."
Lin Yuan smiled and said nothing more. He thought she would leave after collecting the payment, but Ao Qingge did not leave immediately after putting away the spirit stones. She stood in front of the counter, her cold gaze lingering on Lin Yuan's face for a moment, and then she glanced meaningfully towards the bedroom in the backyard.
After a moment, she spoke, her tone calm but carrying an indescribable meaning: "When I came here just now, I happened to see Fairy Mu walking out of your shop."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan's expression remained unchanged. He poured himself a cup of tea, took a slow sip, and then replied, "Yes, they've arrived. What's wrong?"
A hint of undisguised disgust flashed across Ao Qingge's cold and stern face, and her voice turned colder: "Disgusting. I never thought that Mu Qingyi, a dignified fairy in the late Nascent Soul stage and a person of some standing in the cultivation world, would do such a thing."
Lin Yuan listened to the disdain in her tone, but remained calm and indifferent, as if it were a common occurrence. He put down his teacup, a faint smile playing on his lips, and said in a measured tone, "She asked me for a favor, so naturally I'm taking what I need. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement, so what's wrong with it?"
Ao Qingge gave a cold snort, her gaze sweeping over him as if he were something dirty, and she said in a harsh tone, "Consensual? That sounds nice. But Mr. Lin, you should restrain yourself. A respectable man, spending your days doing these kinds of sex work, aren't you afraid of being criticized?"
After saying that, she didn't wait for Lin Yuan's reply, turned around and walked towards the door. Her tall figure moved with a brisk pace, her waist was slender and her legs were straight as she walked. Her cold and arrogant temperament seemed to carry a hint of frost even from behind.
Lin Yuan leaned against the counter, holding his teacup and watching her figure gradually walk away until she disappeared around the street corner. Only then did he slowly put down his teacup, his smile deepening.
His gaze seemed to linger on her slender waist, tightly bound by a corset, and a thought silently raced through his mind:
Iron-Faced Lady, Ao Qingge.
Since he opened his shop, this woman had come to collect rent every month, always handling it strictly by business, never giving him a second glance, her words dripping with disdain for such sexual favors. He wasn't in a hurry. Cultivators have long lifespans; who could guarantee they'd never have to ask someone for help in their lifetime?
Ao Qingge's cultivation level was only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, which wasn't considered high among cultivators, but she was still a manager in the cultivation market. The path of cultivation was long and arduous, with bottlenecks, elixirs, and inner demons—each one potentially fatal. How disgusted she was with these things today, she could only wait until she came to him for help one day, kneeling before him, lifting her own clothes, and sticking out her buttocks.
The smile on Lin Yuan's lips deepened. He lowered his eyes to look at the rising steam in his cup and muttered to himself, "It was bound to happen sooner or later."
After Lin Yuan saw Ao Qingge off, the shop finally became quiet.
He sat back down behind the counter, took out a half-read storybook from his storage bag, and began to read it by himself. Storybooks are the most ordinary folk tales, nothing more than stories of talented scholars and beautiful women, and tales of demons and monsters. The language is not particularly exquisite, but it is full of interesting anecdotes and is suitable for passing the long afternoon.
Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting long shadows on the bluestone floor. A teacup sat beside him, emitting a faint steam. The bamboo pavilion was momentarily quiet, as if isolated from the world, with only the occasional noisy shouts from the distant market streets.
Just as he had turned six or seven pages of a storybook, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, followed by a delicate and clear voice that pierced the air—
"Brother Lin! Brother Lin!"
A pink figure came running in through the door with light, quick steps. It was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a light pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with a delicate pearl flower in her hair and a thin red silk sash around her waist, making her look slender and petite. Her small face had curved eyebrows, fair skin with a rosy glow, slightly upturned cherry lips, and bright eyes full of laughter. As she ran, her skirt twirled, making her look like a little bird flapping its wings, and she rushed straight behind the counter.
Lin Yuan had just raised his head and hadn't even had a chance to speak when the girl walked around the counter, threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and tilted her head up to him, pouting, "Brother Lin! Long time no see! What are you doing?"
Her pretty face was very close, her nose almost touching his chin, and her almond-shaped eyes were bright and full of joy.
This young woman was Zhao Lian'er. She was the young lady of the Zhao family in Lin Yuan City, hundreds of miles away. The Zhao family was a renowned and powerful cultivation clan there, with a deep and prestigious background. As the legitimate daughter of the main branch, she had been pampered since childhood. Her personality was completely different from the usual well-behaved young ladies of cultivation sects; she was willful, capricious, and impulsive, always on a whim. Yet, her words were as sweet as honey, making it impossible to truly reprimand her. Three years ago, while traveling with her elders, she passed by this Green Bamboo Pavilion and immediately spotted Lin Yuan sitting in the sun at the entrance. At that time, the young woman was just beginning to experience romantic feelings, and she couldn't take her eyes off him from the first glance. His face was exceptionally handsome, and his eyes exuded an indescribable aloofness. So, she pestered her elders to stay in this small town for a long time, coming to the Green Bamboo Pavilion every day to talk to Lin Yuan, calling him "Brother Lin" with great conviction.
Three years ago, she was only thirteen. At that age, she was curious about everything, and also most curious about Lin Yuan. She had seen all sorts of female cultivators come and go from his shop; some were charming, some were elegant, and all left with flushed faces, their steps unsteady. Confused, she went to ask Lin Yuan. At first, Lin Yuan ignored her, thinking it was just a little girl's prank. But this girl wasn't one to give up easily. She pestered him every day to "try it too," persisting for over half a year. Finally, one day, Lin Yuan couldn't resist her teasing. Seeing the eager look on her rosy face, he inexplicably agreed. That afternoon, he carried this unruly little girl into his bedroom, stripped her of her clothes, pressed her onto the bed, and deflowered her. Lin Yuan still remembers her terrified yet excited expression through her tight, untouched acupoints, her eyes brimming with tears yet refusing to stop, biting his arm and urging him to use more force.
From that time on, Zhao Lian'er became addicted to him and would find an excuse to come to Qingzhu Xiaoxuan to see him every few days. Sometimes she would say that she was running errands for her family, and sometimes she would simply think of him and come to see him despite the advice of others.
Three years have passed, and her once skinny little body has gradually matured. Two plump, tender breasts have appeared on her chest, and her waist has become more supple. This delicate body has been carried to bed by him countless times, every part of her, inside and out, covered in his scent. Her vagina is still incredibly tight, as if it were born to hold his penis, enveloping him tightly with each thrust, warm and gentle. But she is no longer as inexperienced as she was the first time. She knows which positions will make her feel better, what to suck on, and what sounds to make when being fucked to a certain degree. Sometimes she would pester Lin Yuan to do it a few more times, and Lin Yuan would laugh and rub her head, saying that the little girl was greedy.
At this moment, Lin Yuan looked down at the fluffy head in his arms, a smile involuntarily appearing on his lips. His tone was also slightly gentler than when he spoke to the female cultivators outside: "I'm reading a book. Lian'er, what brings you here?"
Zhao Lian'er lifted her face from his arms, blinked her eyes, and said in a sweet voice, "I missed you, brother."
Lin Yuan chuckled: "Didn't we just see each other a couple of days ago? Why are you missing me again?"
"A day apart feels like three autumns," Zhao Lian'er pouted, speaking with conviction. "Anyway, I just miss my brother terribly."
As she spoke, she caught a glimpse of the storybook in Lin Yuan's hand out of the corner of her eye. Without any hesitation, she reached out and snatched the book from his hand, then casually tossed it onto the counter: "Brother, don't look at this kind of thing. Come and play with Lian'er."
Lin Yuan looked at her adorable, spoiled act and shook his head helplessly, then reached out and gently ruffled her hair: "You little rascal..."
He paused, his gaze shifting slightly downwards to the girl's delicate and pretty face. A mischievous smile played at the corners of his lips, and his voice lowered slightly, carrying a hint of teasing:
"Is your pussy itchy again?"
Instead of being annoyed, Zhao Lian'er giggled and tightened her arms around his waist. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Yes, I just miss your big cock, brother. These days you've been busy serving other sisters and haven't been loving Lian'er."
The way she said those words in such an innocent and straightforward tone, with the frankness and coquettishness unique to a little girl, was more irresistible than deliberate teasing.
This was how they interacted. Three years, though not a long time, was still a considerable period in the life of a cultivator. Back then, that innocent little girl was deflowered by him, Lin Yuan, who personally taught her about the affairs of men and women, raising her delicate body single-handedly. Now, although she was still nominally the unmarried legitimate daughter of the Zhao family, her body, inside and out, had long been thoroughly used by him, becoming completely ripe.
Lin Yuan looked down at her face, which had the delicate charm of a young girl, and flicked her nose with his finger. He smiled and said, "If you miss your brother, you can use the back door. Climbing over the wall is one thing, but you also swaggered in through the front door. Aren't you afraid of being seen?"
Zhao Lian'er pouted and said sweetly, "What's there to be afraid of! Lian'er is here to see her brother, who dares to say a word! Besides..." She blinked and revealed a sly smile, "Brother, would you really let Lian'er leave?"
Lin Yuan didn't answer, but simply raised his hand and lightly slapped her pert little buttocks, making a crisp "smack" sound: "Let go first, let me close the door first."
Zhao Lian'er giggled and let go of him, but still clung to his side. Watching him close the door, she hurriedly followed, chattering incessantly: "Brother, I heard someone say you refined a Nascent Soul Pill for that Fairy Mu, is that true? Is Fairy Mu the one who always has a stern face? I think she's quite pretty..."
As Lin Yuan led Zhao Lian'er towards the bedroom, he casually replied to her, "Yes, the pill has been given to her, and she's gone."
Zhao Lian'er followed behind him, her steps as light as a sparrow. Upon hearing this, she immediately came closer, her little face full of curiosity: "Oh? So she's already been taken by you, brother? She's a fairy at the late Nascent Soul stage, how tight is she? Does it feel good for you, brother?"
Her question was direct and natural, as if she were asking her brother what he had eaten yesterday. Lin Yuan glanced at her and saw the girl's bright almond-shaped eyes staring at him with a curious look. He couldn't help but chuckle, "Comfortable. But..." He paused, his gaze sweeping over her, "...it's still a bit inferior to Lian'er's."
Zhao Lian'er was indeed flattered by these words, her eyes crinkling with joy, her tail practically wagging in the air: "Really?"
"Of course it's true." Lin Yuan pushed open the bedroom door, turned around to look at her, and said in a lazy, gentle tone, "After all, Lian'er and I have been working together for three years. In this world, Lian'er is still the one who knows best how to make me feel comfortable."
Zhao Lian'er was overjoyed. Her pretty face flushed red, and she rushed over to hug his arm, her voice so sweet it could melt honey: "Brother, you're so good with words! Lian'er loves you the most, brother!"
The two had entered the bedroom. Zhao Lian'er released him and, without needing any instructions, skillfully began to untie her clothes. Her pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) was quickly pulled off and tossed to the ground. Next came her undergarments, bodice, and finally, even her light-colored underpants were pulled down by her ankles. Before long, she stood naked in the room, her delicate body fair and smooth, her skin glowing softly in the light filtering through the window, like the finest mutton-fat jade.
Her figure was not yet fully developed, possessing a delicate slenderness unique to young girls, yet also imbued with a charm that a young girl shouldn't have due to the years of Lin Yuan's pampering and care. Her breasts, though not large, were full and perky, with pale pink nipples like two ripe flower stamens. Her waist was slender enough to be encircled by one hand, leading down to her round and petite buttocks, and her two slender legs were tightly pressed together, with a pink slit faintly visible beneath a small patch of sparse, soft down at the base of her thighs.