Hunting milfs in cultivation world
Chapter 41: Dual Cultivation With Su Lan[r-18]1

Chapter 41: Dual Cultivation With Su Lan[r-18]1

Meng Hao’s gaze fell upon Su Lan, and a flicker of disdain passed through his eyes. How shameless can she be? he thought, watching her calm, composed expression. After slipping me an aphrodisiac, she still dares to ask how I’m feeling?

The air was thick with the faint aroma of incense, the lanterns casting a soft golden glow across the intricately decorated room. The silk drapes fluttered slightly with the breeze seeping through the open window, brushing against the walls like whispers.

Yet Meng Hao couldn’t deny the temptation that coiled in his chest. Well... how could I refuse a chance like this—something I had secretly longed for myself?

Su Lan stood a few steps away, clad in a silk dress the color of twilight blue, delicate black straps winding around her shoulders and waist like ink-strokes on parchment. Her eyes flickered with hidden thoughts as she studied him, wondering silently, Is the aphrodisiac working yet?

Meng Hao’s lips parted as he tried to form words, his breath slightly uneven. "Master... I feel like I’m hallucinating,

A wave of heat surged through Meng Hao’s body, spreading like wildfire beneath his skin. He ran a hand across his brow, feeling the subtle sheen of sweat forming. I... I also feel hot, he admitted inwardly, struggling to keep his thoughts grounded.

Su Lan’s eyes glinted, a faint smirk curling on her lips as she observed the subtle flush blooming across his cheeks. Ah... so the aphrodisiac is indeed taking effect, she mused with satisfaction. It seems my silver wasn’t wasted after all.

Her gaze turned indulgent, sultry, as her thoughts grew bolder. Now then... let’s bring this little disciple to my bed. After all, dual cultivation will benefit us both.

Meanwhile, Meng Hao, his senses growing muddled, narrowed his eyes slightly as he tried to read her expression. So now she thinks I’m completely under the influence... that I’ve lost control to the aphrodisiac.

Su Lan stepped closer, her voice soft yet commanding, the fragrance of her perfume brushing against him like an invisible net. "Disciple," she said gently, yet with undeniable authority, "let’s go to my room."

The door to Su Lan’s room creaked open with a soft groan, revealing a chamber bathed in warm, amber light. Delicate lanterns hung from carved wooden beams, their glow filtered through embroidered silk shades that cast intricate patterns across the polished floor. The scent of sandalwood lingered heavily in the air, mingling with the faint floral fragrance that seemed to emanate from Su Lan herself.

A canopy bed dominated the far side of the room, its tall posts carved from dark rosewood and draped with sheer, gauzy curtains that fluttered slightly with the movement of air. The silk sheets were a deep crimson, embroidered with golden lotuses that shimmered faintly under the light. Cushions of varying shapes and textures lay scattered across the bed and the nearby chaise, inviting rest... or something more.

To one side stood a lacquered cabinet with delicate golden patterns, atop which rested a jade comb, a silver hairpin, and several crystal vials—each filled with translucent liquids that glinted mysteriously. A low table sat near the window, with two teacups still steaming gently, as if recently poured in anticipation. Outside, the moon cast silver light through the carved lattice, softening the atmosphere even further.

The entire room exuded both elegance and enticement—a place where refinement met temptation, and where the line between master and disciple was about to blur irreversibly.

As Meng Hao stepped into the room, his eyes slowly swept across its opulent interior. A subtle awe stirred within him, though he kept his expression calm. As expected of the Sixth Peak’s master... he thought. This room is exquisite—every detail refined, every corner radiating status and taste.

But more than the elegant furnishings or the soft golden light, what struck him most was the distinct, lingering scent that seemed to wrap around everything—the bedding, the air, even the curtains.

It carries her fragrance... Su Lan herself, he mused, his thoughts growing increasingly hazy. Soft... alluring... almost intoxicating.

The aroma was like an invisible hand, caressing his senses and luring him further in, blurring the line between reason and impulse.

Su Lan led Meng Hao to the edge of the canopy bed, the soft rustle of her silk dress echoing faintly in the quiet room. The atmosphere grew heavy, as if the very air around them was thick with invisible threads of tension and desire.

Meng Hao staggered slightly, a faint flush across his face as he reached for his collar. His breathing quickened, and with deliberate slowness, he began to loosen the ties of his robe, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. Beads of sweat clung to his skin, catching the flickering light like dew on stone.

He let out a low breath, eyes half-lidded, voice hoarse. He acted as though the heat within him was becoming unbearable, playing the role of a man slowly succumbing to the aphrodisiac.

Su Lan’s gaze sharpened as she watched him, her heart fluttering with satisfaction. It’s working... The aphrodisiac is really taking effect, she thought, a faint smile touching her lips.

Without hesitation, she began to loosen her own garments. The silk slipped down her shoulders, revealing pale, flawless skin and curves as sculpted as flowing water. Her every step forward was both graceful and bold, like a panther closing in on its prey—confident, irresistible.

As she approached, her bare feet whispered against the floor, the sheer curtains shifting around her like mist. Her eyes remained fixed on Meng Hao with a fiery intent, every motion filled with purpose.

But inside, Meng Hao’s thoughts were startlingly clear.

As expected of this cold beauty, he mused, watching her approach like a goddess descending into temptation. Even though I’m not intoxicated... I still can’t control myself.

As Su Lan closed the final distance between them, her silken garments trailing behind her like waves of moonlight, a flicker of hesitation passed through her eyes. For just a moment, beneath the allure and the calm she wore like armor, something softer stirred—something conflicted.

She paused at the edge of the bed, gazing down at Meng Hao. His robe hung loose around his shoulders, his expression dazed and breath shallow, playing perfectly into the illusion she believed.

Forgive me... my disciple, Su Lan thought silently, lowering herself beside him. Her hand hovered just above his chest, trembling ever so slightly before it came to rest against his skin.

It is my compulsion to do this... because of my Dao Heart.

A shadow of guilt flickered in her gaze before it was replaced by steely resolve. But this will also benefit you. Our dual cultivation will strengthen your foundation... and one day, you may even thank me for this.

She leaned closer, her presence overwhelming, and the scent of her skin mingled once more with the incense-laced air.

Su Lan gently laid Meng Hao onto the bed, her touch soft yet firm, as if handling something both fragile and sacred. The crimson silk sheets crinkled beneath him, warm against his back. Her lithe figure hovered above his, her midnight hair cascading down like a curtain of shadow and moonlight.

With grace born of experience and intent, she slowly leaned over him, her bare skin brushing his as the sheer curtains swayed gently around the bed, cocooning them in a world of warmth and scented silence.

But just as her hands found his chest, Meng Hao’s eyes sharpened ever so slightly, a flicker of thought rising beneath the haze of feigned weakness.

Wait... isn’t my system’s mission to dominate her in bed?

His breath slowed, mind suddenly more alert than his body let on.

If I let her take the lead—if I let her dominate me—I won’t get the rewards. I can’t let that happen.

Su Lan’s slender fingers moved with delicate intent as she began to undo the rest of Meng Hao’s garments. The loose shirt he had half-opened earlier slipped away beneath her touch, revealing the contours of his chest and the faint rise and fall of his breathing.

The lantern light traced golden lines along his skin as her hands moved lower, slow and unhurried, yet filled with purpose. The soft rustle of fabric echoed in the quiet chamber as she unfastened the ties of his waistband, her expression calm, yet faintly tinted with unspoken desire.

Su Lan leaned in, her soft, warm boobs pressing gently against Meng Hao’s chest. Her movements were slow, deliberate—each shift of her body brushing their bare flesh together, igniting sparks across his skin like embers flickering to life. _{fre(e)webnove.l.c.om}

Her breath was warm against his neck as she whispered, a sultry edge to her voice, "Dear disciple... you really are the best."

She hovered just inches above his face, her eyes half-lidded as she took in his features up close. The candlelight danced across his sharp jawline and steady eyes, and for a fleeting moment, something unguarded flickered in her gaze.

"Now that I’m seeing you from this distance..." she murmured, her fingers gliding gently along his collarbone, "you truly are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life."

Her smile curved with a hint of regret, and her voice grew softer, almost wistful. Alas, she thought, I can’t bring myself to do it with him while he’s not in control—while the aphrodisiac clouds his senses.

Just as Su Lan moved to lower herself once more, a sudden shift caught her off guard.

In one swift, fluid motion, Meng Hao’s hands rose and grasped her waist. With a controlled strength, he reversed their positions, gently but firmly pushing her down onto the silk-covered bed. The cushions sank beneath her weight as she landed softly, her long hair spilling across the crimson sheets like a waterfall of ink.

Before she could react, Meng Hao leaned down, his eyes dark with unspoken intensity, and pressed his lips against hers.

Their lips met—warm, soft, and electric. He kissed her with growing fervor, his hands braced beside her, his body hovering above hers. It was no longer an act of submission—it was initiative, pure and deliberate.

Su Lan’s eyes widened for a breath, but then slowly relaxed. Her lashes lowered, and a gentle sigh left her lips. So he’s taking the lead now... she thought, a strange warmth spreading through her chest.

It’s alright, she reasoned silently. After all, I’m the one who gave him the aphrodisiac. I have no right to resist...

And so, she let herself yield—not as a master, not as a cultivator—but simply as a woman, beneath the disciple who had unknowingly begun to shatter her control.

As Meng Hao deepened the kiss, his senses sharpened. Her lips—warm, yielding, and soft—seemed to draw him in with a tenderness that caught even him by surprise. The faint scent of lotus lingered on her breath, sweet and intoxicating.

Her lips... he thought, his mind flickering for a brief moment. Even softer than Li Yao’s