Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

When a man and a woman are alone in a room, especially when the woman is dressed as seductively as Yamamoto Yuki, things can easily escalate. The two were already on the bed, with physical contact, making the chances of something happening even higher.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the bedroom became quite tense. Yamamoto Yuki continued to massage Zhou Lang in silence. Her delicate, soft hands seemed almost magical, making every touch feel incredibly comforting. The faint, pure fragrance of her body wafted into Zhou Lang’s nose, leaving him entranced.

It’s often said that the best scent in the world is a woman’s natural fragrance, especially that of a pure maiden. Zhou Lang found this to be undeniably true at that moment. Even the most expensive perfumes couldn’t compare.

Since it was summer, Zhou Lang was wearing thin, casual pants, and in this intimate atmosphere, his body began to react. A noticeable tent formed in his trousers.

Yamamoto Yuki, sitting cross-legged behind him, noticed his reaction when she adjusted her position. Initially lacking confidence, she suddenly felt a surge of assurance. Zhou Lang’s strong reaction indicated one thing: he was at least physically attracted to her.

After a brief hesitation, she moved closer, sitting beside him and gently wrapping her arms around his waist.

Zhou Lang wasn’t surprised by Yamamoto Yuki’s actions, nor did he resist. After all, he was a young man with modern sensibilities and wasn’t overly rigid in his thinking. Yamamoto Yuki was his servant, and a little physical contact didn’t seem like a big deal.

“Master, what kind of girls do you like?”

Yamamoto Yuki, emboldened by Zhou Lang’s lack of objection, pressed her entire body against him and whispered into his ear, her breath warm and fragrant.

Zhou Lang, already on the edge of his self-control, was nearly overwhelmed by her sensual whisper. The temptation to push her down then and there surged within him, especially since he knew Yamamoto Yuki liked him and wouldn’t refuse.

“Why are you asking that? Shouldn’t we be discussing how to monitor the Shangguan family right now?”

Zhou Lang asked, steadying his thoughts. Despite the temptation, he hadn’t forgotten the reason he had come.

“Master, I’ve already come up with a plan,” Yamamoto Yuki responded after a brief pause.

She had hoped Zhou Lang would make a move, feeling confident in her approach. However, his response was like a bucket of cold water, deflating her confidence. She began to doubt her attractiveness. In Japan, she knew that any man she got this intimate with would have long since lost control.

“Let’s hear it,” Zhou Lang said.

“The plan is to send a female ninja into the Shangguan family to get close to one of their key members. Once that connection is made, the rest should fall into place,” Yamamoto Yuki explained. Despite her young age, she had led her team on numerous missions and was highly experienced. As the leader of the Iga clan, she had earned a spot on Southeast Asia’s assassin rankings. Her gentle appearance belied her cunning and skill in devising unconventional strategies.

“This plan is solid, but infiltrating the Shangguan family is extremely dangerous,” Zhou Lang said after thinking for a moment. Still, he didn’t have a better alternative.

“Master, I brought twenty female ninjas with me. They’re all loyal and experienced death warriors, and they can complete the mission,” Yamamoto Yuki said confidently. She trusted her plan. Before meeting Zhou Lang, she had never failed in executing a mission, and her respect for him grew because he was the first man to completely overpower her.

“Alright, we’ll proceed with your plan,” Zhou Lang nodded. He knew Yamamoto Yuki was more experienced in this area than he was, and if she was confident, he trusted her judgment.

“I’ll assign the tasks to my subordinates shortly,” Yamamoto Yuki said.

“Good. I’ll be leaving now. Keep me updated on your progress,” Zhou Lang said, using his internal energy to suppress his physical reaction as he stood up from the bed. If he stayed any longer, he feared he wouldn’t be able to control himself, especially with Yamamoto Yuki still wearing her thin kimono.

“Master, it’s late. You don’t have to leave tonight,” Yamamoto Yuki quickly got off the bed and stood in front of him, her eyes filled with desire.

This bold female ninja was not afraid to make the first move. Since she liked Zhou Lang, she actively created opportunities to be with him.

“Where would I sleep?”

Zhou Lang asked, pretending not to understand her intentions. In truth, he had overheard her and Muto Yukiko’s conversation earlier and knew full well that both ninjas had feelings for him.

“You… you could sleep with me,” Yamamoto Yuki said, her face flushing. Despite Japan’s more open views on relationships, she still felt shy saying such a thing, especially as she was still a virgin despite her worldly experiences.

“That wouldn’t be appropriate,” Zhou Lang thought, feeling slightly overwhelmed. This Iga clan leader had tried to kill him just a few days ago, and now she was his servant, falling for him. The speed of the change was astonishing.

“Master, in Japan, a servant’s body belongs to their master,” Yamamoto Yuki said softly.

“Though you are my servant in name, as long as you remain loyal and do your job well, I’ll treat you like a sister. We don’t have the custom of masters taking advantage of their servants,” Zhou Lang explained. He knew that if he became intimate with her, he would have to take responsibility. Granting her any status could cause chaos in his harem.

“Master, I want you to stay because… I like you. I know I’m not worthy, and I don’t need any kind of title. Master, please… just take me,” Yamamoto Yuki finally confessed, her voice filled with desperation.

Zhou Lang was stunned. He hadn’t realized her feelings were this deep.

“I’ll stay with you a little longer, but I do have important matters to attend to soon,” Zhou Lang said softly, his heart softening at her plea.

“Thank you, Master,” Yamamoto Yuki smiled as she threw herself into his arms.

Zhou Lang hesitated briefly, then hugged her back.

Yamamoto Yuki’s body began to move gently, and her semi-transparent kimono slowly started to slip off…