Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

Despite Zhou Lang’s strong will, his mind was unsettled.

Imagine a beautiful woman, delicate and charming, wearing only a sexy bra and panties, twisting and turning in front of you. Could you keep your composure?

Zhou Lang’s heart wavered, and he suddenly embraced Yuki Yamamoto.

Feeling the tight grip of Zhou Lang’s arms and the irregular beat of his heart, Yuki Yamamoto’s body began to tremble.

What Muto Yukiko had said about reaching the peak of ecstasy if Zhou Lang pressed her beneath him seemed to be true. Yuki Yamamoto was already trembling just from being held by him.

“Master, take me to the bed. Today… today, let me be yours. I’m willing. I don’t need any title or status. Just serving you is the greatest blessing for me…”

Yuki Yamamoto whispered into Zhou Lang’s ear, her breath warm and fragrant.

Although she was still a virgin, she knew quite a bit about the affairs between men and women. After all, Japan’s culture is different. In Japan, men and women receive education about these matters at a young age. Some girls even receive training in certain techniques before marriage. It could be said that as long as a Japanese girl has attended school, she’s generally an expert in such matters — at least in theory. Becoming a practical expert is only a matter of time, and that time doesn’t take long.

Zhou Lang, feeling a surge of heat in his mind, lifted the nearly undressed Yuki Yamamoto and placed her on the large bed. He somewhat violently stripped off the rest of her clothes.

Yuki Yamamoto not only had a great figure, but her skin was also incredibly fair. Under the bedroom lights, her smooth, white body exuded an irresistible fragrance.

“Master, let me undress you.”

Just as Zhou Lang was about to press down on her, Yuki Yamamoto, her face flushed, spoke softly. She looked as if she had been drinking, her charm intoxicating. Truly, one does not need wine to become drunk.

Zhou Lang lay comfortably on the bed as Yuki Yamamoto’s hands began to caress his chest. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time.

Zhou Lang’s heart beat even faster, for as soon as his shirt was off, Yuki Yamamoto’s hands moved to his waist, ready to undo his belt.

Before long, both Zhou Lang and Yuki Yamamoto were fully exposed to each other, with nothing left between them.

“Master, your body is so strong,” Yuki Yamamoto gasped in admiration as she saw Zhou Lang’s muscular, low-fat physique. In truth, her body had already started trembling while she was undressing him.

After speaking, Yuki climbed on top of Zhou, their bodies pressing together. The heat emanating from his skin sent shivers down her spine.

It must be said that Yuki Yamamoto, despite being a ninja, had an impressive theoretical knowledge of lovemaking.

She began by teasing him with gentle kisses and soft caresses, her fingers tracing patterns along his muscles.

At first, she was a bit clumsy, but she quickly applied what she had learned, making Zhou Lang’s blood boil.

Zhou couldn’t help but moan as Yuki’s touch set his body on fire. She moved lower, kissing his neck and shoulders, her breath hot against his skin. With each pass of her lips, she grew bolder.

Finally, Yuki reached Zhou’s aching member. She took it in her hand, stroking it slowly, her eyes never leaving his. The sight of her fingers wrapped around his shaft was almost too much for him to bear.

After being teased for a long time, Zhou Lang could no longer control himself. He flipped Yuki Yamamoto over, pressing her beneath him.

Just as Zhou Lang was about to lose control, his phone rang from the pocket of his pants on the bedside table.

Startled, Zhou Lang realized he had nearly made a huge mistake. He quickly got up, retrieved his phone from his pocket, and answered the call.

It was Zhao Xiaorou calling.

“Brother Lang, why haven’t you come back yet? Did you find the two female ninjas at Lan Gui Garden? Did they escape back to Japan to find someone to undo the poison on you?”

Zhao Xiaorou asked over the phone.

“I found them. I just finished dealing with them and will be back soon.”

After using his inner energy to calm his chaotic breath, Zhou Lang replied. His heart still pounded with fear. If Zhao Xiaorou hadn’t called just then, he might have deflowered Yuki Yamamoto’s body, and that would have caused a significant loss of his vital energy, hindering his future cultivation.

“I have to go.”

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Lang spoke to Yuki Yamamoto. He felt a bit guilty toward her. He had undressed her and been intimate with her for quite some time, yet now he was leaving without finishing anything. It was a bit awkward.

“Master, go ahead. I’ll see you off.”

Yuki Yamamoto showed no sign of complaint. First, she helped Zhou Lang put his clothes back on, then dressed herself as well, obediently following him.

She looked like a docile little bird. If anyone saw this, especially the male ninjas of the Iga clan, they would be shocked. They would never believe that this woman, their clan leader, was capable of such gentle behavior. In front of anyone other than her bodyguard Muto Yukiko, Yuki Yamamoto always appeared cold and aloof.

“You don’t need to see me off. Just remember what I told you.”

Zhou Lang put on his shoes, walked a few steps, and then turned back to see Yuki Yamamoto looking a bit lost and dejected. With a wave of his hand, he produced a scroll and said, “Take this. Study it well; it will be useful. Right now, I’m at a critical stage in my cultivation and can’t engage in physical relations with women. Unless you learn this technique.”

Before Yuki Yamamoto could fully comprehend his words, Zhou Lang had already opened the bedroom door and disappeared into the night.

Yuki Yamamoto rushed outside but could no longer see Zhou Lang’s figure. Lowering her head, she carefully examined the scroll he had given her.

“A dual cultivation technique that can significantly enhance one’s cultivation?”

Yuki Yamamoto was both surprised and delighted. She thought, “It seems Master wasn’t rejecting me; he simply can’t engage physically due to his cultivation. But if I learn this dual cultivation technique, I’ll be able to share a bed with him in the future.”

…

While Zhou Lang was entangled with Yuki Yamamoto, Zhao Cang was on the phone with the head of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Long.

“Brother Shangguan, I’m truly sorry about tonight.”

As soon as the call connected, Zhao Cang spoke. He had waited two hours after Shangguan Yu left before making the call. By now, Shangguan Yu had surely returned home and reported everything. Shangguan Long should already know what happened.

“Brother Zhao, now that you’ve become the provincial governor, you’ve grown bolder, haven’t you?”

Shangguan Long snorted coldly.

“You no longer seem to care about the Shangguan family.”

“Brother Shangguan, I called to apologize. Your son took a liking to my daughter, which should have been a good thing. Ever since you mentioned the idea of marriage, I’ve been supportive. But unexpectedly, Xiaorou disagreed. Tonight, she even brought a man named Zhou Lang home, introducing him as her boyfriend. Later, Yu arrived, and Zhou Lang and Yu made a bet.”

Zhao Cang continued, “I assumed Yu would win for sure, but to my surprise, Zhou Lang turned out to be a cultivator. He defeated Yu with a single move. Zhou Lang is a very powerful man. He claims his master is the head of a cultivation sect, and he is the last disciple, destined to become the next head. Fearing Zhou Lang’s power, I had no choice but to agree to marry off my daughter to him. I’m calling to apologize, Brother Shangguan, and to ask for your understanding. Please don’t hold this against me.”

Having spent years in politics, Zhao Cang was a master manipulator. Though he was intentionally trying to intimidate Shangguan Long by invoking Zhou Lang’s supposed power, he spoke in a tone of utmost humility.