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Finest Servant Chapter 309
🕑 Added 2023-07-23 09:55:04 +0000 UTCChapter 309 I Beg You to Conquer Her
The woman was clad in a thin, one-piece garment as delicate as cicada wings. Over this, she wore a thin veil, her lotus arms and jade legs, voluptuous chest and raised hips, and the curvaceous silhouette of her body being utterly enchanting. Her skin was as smooth as silk, seeming as if it would drip water at any moment. Her face was as clean as jade, adorned with a touch of light blush, her eyes were radiant, brimming with shyness like a virgin, yet also seeming seductive like a young wife. As she moved, her long and powerful legs gently swayed, exuding an air of sensuality and myriad charm.
Damn it, Lin Wanrong's eyes were glued to the woman, his heart itching with desire. As a master herself, how could she maintain such a wonderful figure? How was this not blatantly driving him mad?
The woman glanced towards the large stone in Lin Wanrong's direction, her light veil covering her body, obscuring yet highlighting her crystal-clear chest and jade legs. Her eyes were filled with a playful glint, and her long eyelashes fluttered slightly. She chuckled, "Little brother, since you're here, why hide? Are you scared that your Sister will eat you up?"
"It's not that I'm afraid you'll eat me, but rather, I'm afraid I'll eat you," Lin Wanrong emerged from behind the stone and chuckled, "Sister, your figure, your skin, it's absolutely unparalleled. How do you maintain yourself? Can I have a feel?"
An Biru moved lightly, a bewitching smile on her face. She reproached in a delicate voice, "You little rascal, always trying to take advantage of me. I am here bathing and changing clothes, how could you sneak in here, don't you know about propriety between men and women?"
‘Damn it, it was clear she knew I was coming and deliberately undressed and bathed, posing in this half-hidden seductive manner to entice me. Does she think I'm unaware?’
He laughed heartily, moving two steps closer, his gaze sweeping intensely over An Biru. She feigned surprise, retreated hastily, and held her chest like a frightened bunny. The voluptuous breasts formed an enticing cleavage that dazzled the eyes. She trembled slightly, her slender and powerful legs squeezed together, creating an alluring triangle. Her beautiful eyes reflected fear and despair, showing a pitiful and frail demeanor.
Seductive fox. A flame rose in Lin Wanrong's heart. This flirtatious woman wasn't scared at all. Clearly, she wanted to trigger a man's violent tendencies, wishing for him to ravage and torment her.
He snickered and reached out to pull An Biru. However, she twisted her hips and evaded him with a charming laugh, a light smile in her eyes. Her red lips parted slightly, and she said flirtatiously, "Little rascal, what are you trying to do, take advantage of me? Don't forget, I am Xian'er's master."
‘Master? Is there a Master who dresses like this? Is there a mentor who seduces her disciple's husband? Do you think I'm naive, facing such a captivating beauty? If I didn't feel anything, I might need to consider visiting the urologist.’
He swallowed hard and chuckled, "Trying to play both the whore and the saint — Sister, your shamelessness is quite reminiscent of my past self. No wonder I find myself more and more in sync with you, turns out we are of the same kind."
An Biru suddenly stopped evading and stood still, looking at him without moving.
Lin Wanrong's hands, which had been randomly reaching out, were about to grab her chest. Noticing her dazed expression, he also paused, abruptly halting his movements. His hands were only inches away from her bosom, and he could even feel the faint warmth emanating from her smooth skin.
Damn, this was testing his self-control. His gaze lingered on her chest for a moment before he feigned surprise. "Oh, sister, what are you doing? Why did you stop moving? You almost made me touch you by accident."
A peculiar blush crept onto An Biru's face. She looked at him and spoke softly, "Little brother, were you speaking truthfully just now?"
"Which words?" Lin Wanrong feigned confusion, widening his innocent eyes.
"You do love to play dumb," An Biru gently touched his forehead with a slender finger and smiled faintly. "What did you say about me earlier? Something about both something and the saint?" Her hum was soft, yet her gaze was fixed on him.
"Oh, that... I was just joking. How could you possibly be what I said? You are much more beautiful. I was just talking nonsense. Don't take it seriously, and even if you do, you can't blame me." He shamelessly laughed it off.
"When you are told to stop, you blabber nonsense. When you are asked to talk, you lose your courage. Is this all you have to offer?" An Biru asked with a slight smile, pushing her chest forward, causing Lin Wanrong to hurriedly retract his hands.
An Biru chuckled, glancing at him in a way that felt like a display of her power, her eyes twinkling with amusement, seemingly mocking this lustful yet cowardly fellow.
Damn it, he was the one trying to have it both ways, he thought disdainfully. What difference did it make if she was Xian'er's master? Wasn't she just a lonely woman? What harm would come from him, a man as voracious as a wolf or tiger, touching her? He wouldn't lose anything, and even Buddha wouldn't blame him.
As he justified his actions, he was about to reach out again, but An Biru swiftly stepped back, giving him no chance. She chuckled, "Actually, I think you're absolutely right. Who in this world doesn't wear a facade? Even those with lofty statuses like Emperor and Prince Cheng, aren't they all gentlemen on the outside and debauchers in private? Why can't I do what others do? I want to be both a saint and—" Her face turned a deep shade of red, and she couldn't finish her sentence.
"And what?" Lin Wanrong asked teasingly.
"A whore!" An Biru blurted out softly, her expression a mix of shy and playful. Despite her unrestrained behavior and disregard for minor details, she was still a woman of unrivaled beauty. As she uttered those two words, she felt both embarrassed and somewhat liberated. Her cheeks flushed red, her eyes glistening as she shot him a glance. Her eyes seemed to be veiled by a thin layer of mist, an expression of shyness that was captivatingly charming.
Seeing her seductive and shy appearance, Lin Wanrong felt a tingle in his heart. Damn, hearing a beauty utter coarse words was truly satisfying. However, it would be a waste for a charming woman like An Biru to become a whore. It would be better for her to become his own personal enchantress. That proposal didn't sound bad at all.
An itch was gnawing at him from within, yet unknowingly, he had grasped her hand. "Sister," he started, "I understand your thoughts. The world is filled with countless personas, yet very few embody simplicity, kindness, and sincerity. Even though you are unconventional, attracting controversy everywhere you go, I can understand your state of mind."
An Biru gave him a glance, her eyes foggy. She then shrugged off his devilish grip, laughing charmingly, "You're just trying to take advantage of me, aren't you? You sound so grand, I'd be a fool to believe you."
‘This foxy woman,’ Lin Wanrong thought, silently irritated. ‘Why couldn't you be a little less clever? I finally held your small hand, and in the blink of an eye, you've shrugged me off. But on second thought, Sister An's hand is soft and tender, like freshly squeezed milk, no less exquisite than Xian'er. If one day, I could hold Xian'er in my left hand and this foxy spirit in my right... Oh, the taste of that would be so intoxicating.’
As he daydreamed, An Biru had already moved far from him, her face a cryptic smile. The thin veil she wore was lifted by the breeze, revealing her snowy skin and slender, jade-white thighs. Lin Wanrong coughed awkwardly, "Alright, Sister, let's talk business. Is the so-called Miss Xiao you? You called me here, for what? You can't be here just to bathe and change into new clothes for me to see, can you?"
"Do you think I'm that casual?" An Biru shot him a charming glance, cheeks flushing. "I was waiting for you here, and when you didn't show up for a long time, the jade-like spring water of this blue pond was tempting, so I went down to play in the water. I didn't expect a rogue to intentionally hide behind the rock and peep while I was bathing. Instead of settling the score with you, you blamed me first. You are an ungrateful little scoundrel."
This enchantress had spoken at length, yet avoided the key issue. He had never outwitted Sister An in their verbal jousts. Helpless, Lin Wanrong laughed, "Sister, let's not bring up the bathing. We both know what happened. My mistake was being born with bright, expressive eyes. Yours was having a beauty that rivals a fairy's, and a devilishly captivating figure. We are both to blame, let's not mock each other." He chuckled, "What I'm talking about is another matter. The masked woman who lured me here by posing as Miss Xiao, that was you, right? Why would you come up with such a plan? I'm utterly baffled."
As if she hadn't heard him, An Biru slowly sat down by the hot spring, stretching out her long legs, gently stirring the warm lake water. She was massaging her damp hair, her movements delicate and natural, exuding beauty. Yet she seemed oblivious to his words, ignoring him completely.
"Hey, Sister, I'm talking to you. Show some respect," Lin Wanrong admitted defeat to this enchantress. Before her, his wits seemed useless. He couldn't beat her, nor out-talk her. He remembered how he used to have the upper hand with all the other women he encountered. Now, he finally met one he couldn't handle, one who could even handle him. There was a peculiar taste to that, he realized.
"If I hadn't employed such means, would you have come?" An Biru said faintly, her voice sounding like a wronged woman hidden deep within a boudoir. "That night, you treated me so poorly, and yet you've so casually wiped it all away? You can be flippant, but why did you abandon me as soon as Miss Xiao arrived? These days, you haven't even asked about me. Is taking advantage of An Biru something you can do freely? If I didn't employ these tactics to find you, would you have sought me out yourself? You truly are incorrigible."
She seemed to be half-accusing and half-complaining. Anyone listening might think Lin Wanrong was heartless and disloyal, but he himself knew that it was far from the truth. If there was any complaint, it belonged to Xian'er or the Eldest Miss, but certainly not this bewitching woman. With every step he took, he seemed to be within her control. To say he had abandoned her was a huge joke. How could he abandon something he had never possessed?
"Master Sister, do you know Qingxuan?" Lin Wanrong, tired of her chatter, interrupted her to ask directly.
An Biru's eyes sparkled mysteriously as she smiled. "Qingxuan? Who is Qingxuan? I don't know her."
Lin Wanrong hummed, took a few slow steps, and said with a stiff face, "Miss An, let's not beat around the bush. Today, you used Qingxuan's name to call me here. What is the reason? How do you know Qingxuan?"
"You tactless blockhead," An Biru murmured reproachfully. A captivating smile appeared on her face. "So, her name is Qingxuan? I only knew her surname was Xiao. Xiao Qingxuan, hmm, not a bad name, very poetic."
Hearing her say Qingxuan's name, Lin Wanrong felt a sudden urgency. He grabbed An Biru's arm. "You know Qingxuan? Where is she? Tell me!"
An Biru frowned, her voice coquettish, "You rascal, that hurts."
Lin Wanrong quickly let go of her smooth arm, asking anxiously, "Sister, have you really seen Qingxuan? Where is she?"
An Biru shook her head. "Why are you so impatient, you little rascal? I came to see you out of kindness, and this is how you treat me?"
This enchantress was clearly playing games with him. Lin Wanrong felt anxious but knew he couldn't rush her. Seeing his anxiety, An Biru finally spoke. "I don't know this Qingxuan of yours, nor do I know where she is. But I do know her identity."
"Her identity?" Lin Wanrong felt his heart skip a beat. Could An Biru know that Qingxuan was a princess? She had close relations with Prince Cheng and might know some inside information.
"Sister, is Qingxuan a princess?" Lin Wanrong lowered his voice and asked mysteriously.
"A princess?" An Biru shook her head. "I don't know about that. But Xian'er...never mind, let's not talk about this." An Biru quickly changed the subject. "So this Xiao Qingxuan is truly your wife?"
Qingxuan isn't a princess? Seeing An Biru's confusion, Lin Wanrong felt perplexed. "Qingxuan is my wife, witnessed by heaven and earth, and matched by the green pines. We are deeply in love, our affections tangled and intense. In Jinling, we already vowed to grow old together."
"Commitment till death?" An Biru chuckled softly, casting him a glance full of mystery. "She made such a pledge with you? The disciple of Fairy Ning and you have pledged a lifelong commitment? That's genuinely amusing."
"What's so amusing? Who is this Fairy Ning? Sister, don't tease me any further. If there's something, just say it outright." Lin Wanrong hurriedly said. He was reminded of the fairy who was poisoned that night. Could it be that she was Fairy Ning?
"Even if I tease you, what can you do? When it comes to other women, you get so worked up. You heartless little thing." Seeing the veins on Lin Wanrong's forehead throb, An Biru giggled, "Don't worry. I initially heard from Xian'er about this Miss Xiao. Turns out, she's Xian'er's senior sister. After some inquiries, and questioning Xian'er, I found out that this Miss Xiao is the one you fancy."
Xian'er's senior sister? Recalling what An Biru had mentioned that night, he suddenly realized, "No wonder Xian'er harbored such animosity towards Qingxuan. It turns out Qingxuan's master is the senior sister whom you've been resenting."
An Biru nodded, giving him a look, and laughed, "At least you're not entirely stupid. I have been enemies with my senior sister for a lifetime. Naturally, Xian'er wouldn't be fond of your beloved Qingxuan. Now, the situation is clear. It's your choice, Xian'er or Qingxuan."
The situation was indeed challenging. He initially thought Xian'er was merely jealous. His plan was to find Qingxuan and persuade Xian'er to get along with her. He had no idea that there were so many complications. Jealousy aside, the grudges between their masters made peaceful coexistence impossible. Moreover, there was An Biru stirring up trouble.
Thinking of An Biru, he recalled the fairy who was poisoned that day. Judging by her tone when she mentioned Qingxuan, she must be Qingxuan's master, that is, the Fairy Ning in An Biru's words. Damn it, things were getting more complicated. Having injured Fairy Ning, he would have a lot of explaining to do if Qingxuan started blaming him.
He thought hard but it was incredibly perplexing. The problem between Xian'er and Qingxuan was already a big issue, and behind them stood two incredibly beautiful women; one a seductive fox, and the other a sacred fairy no one dared to defile. ‘I must be incredibly lucky, not only do I have two lovely wives, but I also got two formidable masters, one by marriage and the other as a bonus. Is there anyone more badass in this world?’
"Can I choose both?" He said shamelessly, "Sister An, you know as well as I do, Qingxuan and I share mutual affection, and my love for Xian'er is undeniable. I can't bear to leave either of them."
"Both?" An Biru snorted disdainfully, "You wish! Xian'er is a beauty that could ruin nations. It's already your enormous luck that she permits you to take another concubine. And yet, you dream of taking my enemy's disciple into your house. You must be having a good dream."
‘Making her a concubine? We haven't even had the official ceremony yet, and you've already decided on everyone's status. Xian'er is the wife, Eldest Miss and Qiaoqiao are concubines?’ Lin Wanrong snorted, thinking to himself, 'If you dare to provoke me, I'll marry them all as my main wives. And I'll spike you, this cunning vixen, with aphrodisiacs, making you a concubine to serve my wives. I'll let you taste the life of a concubine.'
Seeing his disgruntled face, An Biru's eyes twinkled and she said softly, "Well, there's room for negotiation about this matter—"
"How to negotiate?" Lin Wanrong asked.
"As I told you before, my White Lotus sect was destroyed by your hand. I lost the foundation to continue my fight with my senior sister, so I need you—" She glanced at Lin Wanrong, covering her lips with a light laugh.
"To pay off gambling debts with my body?" Lin Wanrong asked in horror.
"You wish." An Biru looked at him with amusement. "Still the same sentence: I will regain my lost dream through you. I want you to defeat her, to make her admit her defeat wholeheartedly."
"No need for that," Lin Wanrong nonchalantly waved his hand, laughing. "When it comes to defeating that fairy-like woman, I've already done that."
"You did? How did you do it?" An Biru was surprised.
Lin Wanrong recounted the events of that day. At first, An Biru was stunned, but then she broke into peals of laughter, bending over until her waist was almost at a right angle.
Her sheer gown was as thin as a cicada's wing. As she bent over, her jade-like legs tightened, and her bosom heaved, revealing a deep cleavage. Her skin was smooth, tender, and enticing, while her long, full thighs were glossy and supple. If she were to clamp them together, my, oh my... This enchantress was indeed naive, wearing such scant clothing. His eyes glowed with lust as he inspected her from top to bottom. The sight of such a tempting beauty made even Sister An blush and step back from him quickly.
"Such big... and smooth... Ah, Sister An, is this Fairy Ning the one I encountered? Does this count as defeating her?" He removed his gaze from the enchantress's chest, asking earnestly.
"With such appearance and demeanor, who else in the world could it be? Of course, it's my fairy-like senior sister," An Biru laughed. "She probably never dreamed that she, undefeated in the martial world, would fall victim to your devious schemes. Little brother, you're indeed capable. However, you've underestimated my senior sister. She's the most intelligent and talented person under the heavens, not someone to be easily defeated. A mere poison needle, what harm could it do to her?"
"So, she can't die?" Lin Wanrong asked with concern.
"What do you think?" An Biru countered. "If a mere poison needle could trouble her, would she still be the universally renowned and respected Fairy Ning?"
He didn't care about her status as a fairy. As long as she was not dead, that was all that mattered. It was a relief to know he wouldn't need to explain her death to Qingxuan. Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he quickly laughed, "That's good, that's good. If she had died, how would I have explained it to my wife, Qingxuan?"
An Biru smiled at him and gently brushed the hair by her ear, "So you see, our goals are aligned. Little brother, you won't reject me now, will you? If you manage to accomplish this task, I will persuade Xian'er and Xiao Qingxuan to reconcile, allowing you to enjoy the pleasures of the world."
"Well, I don't have much objection, especially since you don't know where Qingxuan is. But, I've seen the Fairy's martial arts with my own eyes. Defeating her is not going to be easy. With my current skills, I might need a month or two of training to beat her. Alas, what a headache!" Lin Wanrong exaggerated shamelessly.
An Biru shook her head with a wry smile. Even with ten years of practice, his crude skills wouldn't match hers. She smiled and said, "It's not only about martial arts. Any way in which you can make her willingly submit would be acceptable. But, she must be sincerely convinced. I want this noble fairy to see that I, An Biru, am stronger than her."
She smiled charmingly, a strange gleam flashing in her eyes, "I've paved the way for you. The rest is up to you—conquer her, defeat her, little brother. Use whatever means you have at your disposal."
