Hunting milfs in cultivation world
Chapter 52: Li Yao Backstory

Chapter 52: Li Yao Backstory

The courtyard was quiet, bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. The last golden rays of light cast elongated shadows across the moss-covered stone path, giving the entire sect a tranquil, almost dreamlike atmosphere. The distant chirping of spirit birds echoed in the air, accompanied by the gentle rustling of breeze-kissed bamboo.

Inside a quiet garden corridor, Meng Hao stood tall, his figure relaxed, but his gaze was sharp. At this moment, he held Li Yao softly in his arms, her body still trembling faintly from the emotional storm that had just passed.

A faint smirk touched his lips.

"Good... things are moving in the right direction. But I must not get careless. I can’t show too much satisfaction. I have to stay calm and composed. My goal is clear—extract everything I need about her mother."

The momentary glint of cold calculation in his eyes quickly vanished, replaced with a warm smile as he gently patted her back.

"Senior sister," he said in a light tone, as though trying to lift the heavy mood between them, "alright, alright. Let’s go back to our room first. We can think about all these things after we’ve rested."

Li Yao nodded against his chest, her eyes moist but her heart pounding. As they walked together down the winding path toward their residence, the sky darkened. The soft hues of twilight gave way to the deep blue of night, and the moon gradually took its throne in the sky.

While walking through the long corridor lit by glowing spirit lanterns, Meng Hao glanced at Li Yao from the corner of his eye and spoke with a seemingly casual air.

"Um... Senior Sister," he said, rubbing the back of his neck as though slightly embarrassed, "if you want, you can stay in my room tonight."

Li Yao froze mid-step.

Her eyes widened. She turned slowly to look at Meng Hao, her mind going blank for a moment.

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Inside her sea of consciousness, a voice suddenly exploded like thunder—

"Alright girl, don’t be stupid now!" It was the voice of her master, Chang Yue, echoing in her mind with a tone of urgency.

"That pretty boy is inviting you himself! What are you even hesitating for? Accept! Fast! Do you understand what kind of opportunity this is? He’s practically throwing himself into your arms! Are you going to let this slip by?!"

Li Yao blinked, flustered and pink in the cheeks. She instinctively lowered her gaze, gripping the hem of her robes tightly.

"Y-Yes... Junior Brother," she stammered out, her voice trembling. "Why not?"

Meng Hao nodded with a faint chuckle and gestured forward. The two of them continued toward his courtyard.

By the time they entered, the night had deepened. The silver moonlight streamed through the paper-paneled windows of Meng Hao’s private room, illuminating the smooth wooden floor and casting soft patterns on the walls.

Li Yao stood nervously by the door, fidgeting with her sleeves.

But Meng Hao stepped closer and gently took her hand.

"You don’t need to be nervous," he whispered, pulling her in.

The next moment, the room was bathed in soft moans and the rustling of garments being hastily discarded. Their bodies entwined as they fell into the bed, surrounded by the warmth of passion and the scent of incense that still lingered in the air.

The candlelight flickered.

Outside, the moon continued to climb the sky.

Inside, the air was thick with heat and desire. The quiet night was pierced again and again by the sounds of gasps, whispers, and the rhythmic creaking of the bed.

"Ahh... Mmm... Junior Brother...Don’t stop."

The seductive moans of Li Yao filled the night, echoing softly through the windows. Their bodies, slick with sweat, clung to each other through hours of fierce, unrelenting cultivation—dual cultivation that left both panting and breathless.

By the time the first rays of dawn broke through the horizon, painting the room in soft gold, silence had returned.

Meng Hao stirred.

He slowly opened his eyes as the first rays of dawn filtered through the wooden lattice windows, casting golden patterns across the floor. The silk blanket was draped loosely over his waist, revealing the contours of a body tempered by spiritual energy and refined through countless hours of dual cultivation. A faint shimmer of residual qi still lingered on his skin, evidence of the intense dual cultivation from the night before.

Turning his head lazily, Meng Hao’s gaze fell upon the woman beside him.

Li Yao lay there in serene silence, her naked form mostly hidden beneath the soft folds of the blanket. One slender arm clung to his waist, and her long black hair sprawled messily across the pillow like a cascade of night. Her breathing was slow and peaceful, her chest gently rising and falling with each breath, flushed with the afterglow of their union.

Meng Hao chuckled softly to himself, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

"She performed even better than last time..." he mused with a gleam of amusement in his eyes.

"Heh... with a little more refinement, she’ll truly become the perfect temptress in time—a top-tier beauty, perhaps even worthy of the title ’MILF.’"

He yawned and stretched.

Hearing his faint laughter, Li Yao stirred from her sleep. Her eyelashes fluttered open. The moment she saw Meng Hao beside her, a soft, tender smile spread across her face.

Without hesitation, she snuggled closer to him, pressing her warm, naked body against his side. Her arms wrapped around him from behind, and she rested her cheek on his back.

A peaceful, satisfied sigh escaped her lips.

"Sigh... that night... I truly was wrong," Li Yao whispered in her heart, her delicate features clouded by a trace of guilt and remorse. Her smooth fingers lightly traced circles against Meng Hao’s chest, her brows gently furrowed.

"How could I have doubted him just because of Master’s words...? Junior Brother cares for me so deeply. There’s no way someone like him would ever betray me."

Her soft breathing caressed his back, warm and gentle, like morning mist brushing a mountain peak. In that quiet moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth beneath the faintly glowing blanket, there was only silence, heartbeats, and the weight of unspoken thoughts.

Meng Hao, ever observant, felt the tension in her arms—the way her grip on him tightened slightly, and how her breaths hesitated.

He tilted his head slightly, his voice smooth and casual, like someone asking about the weather—yet hiding a blade of intent within.

"Junior Sister," he said with a gentle tone, "you never told me about your past."

Those words sliced through the stillness like a sword unsheathed.

Li Yao’s eyes widened.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The warmth in her body was suddenly chased away by a shiver, as if someone had poured cold water along her spine. Her arms froze around him, and her mind spiraled into a chaos of memories she’d tried to bury.

Li Yao blinked, her lashes fluttering like wings caught in hesitation. The question had struck something fragile within her. For a moment, she said nothing.

Her body stiffened ever so slightly under the blanket.

Then, slowly, she sat up in bed. The silk covers slid down her bare back, and she gently pulled them up over her chest, shielding herself not from Meng Hao’s gaze—but from the memories threatening to surface. Her eyes, normally bright and full of desire, grew distant and shadowed.

She stared down at her delicate hands resting on her lap—hands that had once clutched a sword with pride, and other times trembled in silent pain.

A long breath escaped her lips, soft and sorrowful.

"Sigh..." she murmured, her voice carrying a weight far heavier than words alone could bear. "Junior Brother... before I met you... my life didn’t have many bright moments worth recounting."

The sadness in her voice lingered like cold mist in the air, quiet yet undeniable.

Meng Hao furrowed his brows slightly as he studied her expression. There was no pretense on her face—only a subtle ache that seemed buried deep beneath her usual confidence. His mind, however, was still sharply aware.

"Hmm? That’s it? No dramatic tale of struggle? No tearful recounting of perseverance like the heroines in those NovelFires?"

But outwardly, his expression didn’t change. He gave a small, understanding nod.

"What the hell is wrong with this girl?" he thought. "Isn’t she supposed to act like the protagonists in those novels I used to read? When the male lead asks about their past, they always tear up and recount their bitter struggles, showing how strong and pitiful they are."

"Why does she never follow the script? This... this isn’t how it’s supposed to go!"

Despite his internal complaints, Meng Hao kept his expression calm and nodded understandingly.

"It’s alright, Senior Sister," he said softly. "You have me now. You don’t have to carry everything alone anymore."

Li Yao’s eyes welled with tears again. Her lips quivered. She looked at him with trembling emotion in her gaze before suddenly hugging him tightly, burying her face in his chest.

"Thank you, Junior Brother..." she whispered.

"But... since you truly want to know, I’ll fulfill your curiosity."

She lifted her head and slowly began to speak.