Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

Two women, Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko, were in the room— the very people Zhou Lang had been searching for.

However, they were dressed provocatively. Zhou Lang’s sharp eyes could distinguish the enticing curves and valleys beneath their semi-transparent kimonos.

But that wasn’t what shocked him the most. What made him truly uncomfortable was seeing the two women embracing, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. The earlier moans he had heard were unmistakably intimate.

“It seems that most of the Iga clan are female ninjas. Even the clan leader, Yamamoto Yuki, and her bodyguard, Muto Yukiko, satisfy their physical needs with each other.”

Watching the scene, Zhou Lang hesitated. Should he knock and enter, keep watching, or hide and wait until they finish?

He wanted to leave, but his feet wouldn’t move. The sight was so alluring that any normal man would struggle to turn away.

Inside, the atmosphere grew more heated and sensual.

Yamamoto Yuki was the dominant one, straddling Muto Yukiko.

“Yukiko, tonight you’ll serve me well,” Yuki murmured, sliding her hand under Yukiko’s almost transparent white garment, grasping something on her chest.

“Ah… Ah…”

Muto Yukiko’s soft moans filled the room, even louder than before.

This private estate was well soundproofed. Normally, no one would hear a thing from outside the room. Only a cultivator like Zhou Lang could sense what was happening. No matter how loud they became, the outside world remained oblivious.

But today was an exception—Zhou Lang had overheard everything.

“These women are much more open than average woman here. Even between two women, they’re having so much fun,” Zhou Lang thought helplessly, still watching.

Inside, the two women remained unaware that their most intimate moment was being witnessed by an outsider. They grew bolder, eventually discarding their transparent kimonos.

Their bare bodies intertwined—Yamamoto Yuki, tall and slender, and Muto Yukiko, petite and curvaceous. They epitomized two different kinds of beauty.

Muto Yukiko was voluptuous but not overly plump, while Yamamoto Yuki was slim without being too thin. Particularly, Yuki’s chest was quite sizable. Although they were still wearing lingerie, Zhou Lang’s blood began to boil from the scene before him.

This wasn’t about being promiscuous or not—any normal man would feel the same way. Zhou Lang’s self-control was far stronger than most. Had it been someone else, they might have already lost control.

Of course, these two women weren’t truly lovers; they were simply teasing and playing with each other. Though they shared a master-servant relationship, they had grown up together and were as close as sisters. In private, there was no strict hierarchy between them.

“Clan Leader, are you thinking about a man?”

Muto Yukiko asked after they had been entangled for a while, speaking in Mandarin instead of Japanese.

Both Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko had taken Zhao Xiaorou’s words to heart. After returning to the provincial capital, they found a ninja proficient in Mandarin and began learning the language.

“You naughty thing. You’re the one thinking about men,” Yamamoto Yuki playfully tapped Muto Yukiko’s forehead.

“Clan Leader, if you weren’t thinking about a man, why would you be touching me all over and pressing down on me? You used to be so innocent, but tonight you’re much more playful than usual,” Yukiko giggled. Normally, she wouldn’t dare tease Yamamoto Yuki, but tonight she was unusually bold.

“No ordinary man is worthy of me.”

Yamamoto Yuki paused for a moment, then sighed, “In Japan, countless men have pursued me, but I’ve never been interested in any of them. If it weren’t for escape from those rich heirs, I wouldn’t have come to here with you and set up this secret base in Feiyun City.”

“And what about the Master?”

Muto Yukiko asked.

“He must be an exception, right?”

“The Master? He’s like a god. Serving him isn’t just survival—I admire his power,” Yamamoto Yuki replied.

“But unfortunately, he already has a stunningly beautiful wife. He would never be interested in someone like me.”

The playful atmosphere disappeared as the conversation turned serious, and a trace of sadness appeared on Yamamoto Yuki’s face.

Zhou Lang, still outside, had heard their entire conversation. He was taken aback.

“It seems power is crucial for a man. These two wanted to kill me once, but after being subdued by my strength, they became loyal and had no ulterior motives.”

“Clan Leader, I knew you had feelings for the Master. Why have you lost confidence? No matter how powerful the Master is, he’s still a man. And men like new things. Even if you’re not as beautiful as the Mistress, you could still become his concubine,” Muto Yukiko suggested.

“But the Mistress is hostile toward us. With her around, getting close to the Master won’t be easy,” Yamamoto Yuki said.

“There’s a saying: ‘Opportunities are for those who are prepared.’ As long as you make your move, the Mistress will have to accept it, whether she likes it or not. After all, the Master makes the final decision,” Muto Yukiko advised.

“That’s a good plan… Wait, why are you so invested in my relationship with the Master?”

Yamamoto Yuki suddenly asked.

“Could it be that you’re also interested in him and want to benefit from my relationship?”

“Clan Leader, who wouldn’t like a man like the Master? I bet when you were pressing down on me earlier, you were thinking about him. If it were the Master pinning me down, I’d probably reach the peak of pleasure in no time,” Muto Yukiko teased.

“You little fox! So you’ve been daydreaming too,” Yamamoto Yuki scolded playfully.

“Clan Leader, it’s only natural. We’ve grown up together, so you wouldn’t mind if I helped you serve the Master, right?”

Muto Yukiko laughed shyly.

…

“These Japanese women are open,” Zhou Lang thought, “talking about serving me together as casually as if discussing a meal, without a trace of jealousy. If only Zhao Xiaorou and Ivanova were as easygoing, my harem could live in harmony, and I wouldn’t have so many headaches.”

However, for a man like Zhou Lang, a cultivator, such personalities were quite appealing.

Afterward, Zhou Lang quietly left Yamamoto Yuki and Muto Yukiko’s house. He then called Yamamoto Yuki on the phone. There was no way he could let them know that he had just been outside, witnessing everything. If he walked in now, it would be far too awkward.