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.