Chapter 161: Xu Yue Learns How to Serve a Man

"It’s easy to make a man feel good. The first step is to get him excited!"

"Besides, there are lots of ways to please a man. Today, I’ll start by teaching you how to use your hands and your mouth..."

"Linlin, you can please a man with your mouth, too?"

"Of course! You can use more than just your mouth. A woman’s entire body is a weapon for pleasing a man. You can use your breasts or even your feet. No matter what part of us we use, we can give a man a different kind of thrill!"

"Oh, I see!"

"By the way, you’re learning to please a man... who exactly are you planning to please?"

...

The conversation drifted into Yang Xun’s ears, every word crystal clear.

He was instantly jolted from his half-asleep state, his eyes flying open in utter shock.

He recognized one of the voices—it was Xu Yue!

’Xu Yue is learning how to please a man from someone else?!’

’Linlin?’

Yang Xun frowned, trying to place the other woman’s voice.

Soon, he dredged up a name from his memory... Xiaolin, Xu Yue’s best friend.

He’d seen her a few times. She was pretty, with a nice figure, but she had a vicious tongue and never gave him the time of day.

Like Xu Qian before her, Xiaolin believed Xu Yue marrying Yang Xun was like a beautiful flower planted in a pile of cow dung. She wasn’t as over-the-top as Xu Qian and wouldn’t curse him to his face, but Yang Xun wasn’t blind. He could clearly see the disdain and disgust in her eyes.

’I can’t believe she came over today, too.’

Just like that, Yang Xun was wide awake.

’Why is Xu Yue learning how to please a man?’

’Who is she planning on pleasing?’

After a moment’s thought, Yang Xun quietly got out of bed, slipped on his slippers, and crept out of his room.

The hallway was silent, bathed in soft light. The carpet muffled his footsteps, making him almost completely silent.

He was going to see just what these two were up to.

Soon, Yang Xun reached the door to Xu Yue’s room on the second floor.

The two voices drifted from behind the door. Though they were deliberately keeping their voices down, Yang Xun could still make out every word.

He raised a hand and gave the door a gentle push.

It didn’t budge.

It was locked from the inside.

But a small thing like this was no match for Yang Xun. With a mere thought, a wisp of True Qi seeped from his fingertip, slipped through the keyhole, and gave the lock mechanism a gentle nudge.

CLICK.

The bolt slid back soundlessly.

Holding his breath, Yang Xun pinched the edge of the door with two fingers and slowly, painstakingly, pushed it open just a crack—about two fingers wide.

At that moment, the scene inside the room was laid bare before his eyes.

BOOM!

It was as if someone had clubbed him over the head. Yang Xun’s mind went completely blank.

Xu Yue and Xiaolin were standing in the room, completely naked. Not a stitch of clothing on them!

The sight was so incredibly hot it made Yang Xun’s blood boil. The fatigue he’d felt moments ago vanished, replaced by a surge of energy.

He didn’t need a second look at Xu Yue; he’d already gotten an eyeful while treating her at Xinglin Hall.

She stood at five-foot-six, with skin as white and smooth as fine cream. Her waist was so slender you could wrap a single hand around it. Her full, perky breasts stood proud like a pair of ripe peaches, and the curves below her waist were full and round. Her long, straight legs were as smooth and flawless as pillars of white jade.

Her entire aura was one of gentle elegance, like a budding white lotus—pure, with a touch of captivating shyness.

Xiaolin, standing opposite her, was a completely different story.

Xiaolin was slightly taller than Xu Yue, around five-foot-seven, with a body that was even more fiery and bold.

Her long, slightly curled black hair cascaded over her shoulders, accentuating her charming, oval face. Her skin had a healthy, sun-kissed tan, a stark contrast to Xu Yue’s radiant fairness, but it possessed a unique allure.

Her breasts were a size fuller than Xu Yue’s, as round and firm as two ripe coconuts. She had a slender waist, a flat stomach, and hips that flared out just so, creating an incredibly tempting curve. Her long legs were straight and lean, with smooth lines that suggested a toned strength.

If Xu Yue was the pure and gentle white lotus, then Xiaolin was the passionate, flamboyant red rose.

Two completely different styles, yet both were beautiful to the point of perfection.

Standing behind the cracked door, Yang Xun’s gaze swept back and forth between the two women. He couldn’t help but swallow hard several times.

"C’mere, let me see what you’re working with."

Xiaolin giggled, reaching right out and grabbing for Xu Yue’s breasts.

"Ah! What are you doing?!"

Xu Yue jumped, hastily covering her chest with both hands and taking a step back. Her fair face instantly flushed crimson.

"Don’t be shy. We’re both women, what’s there to be embarrassed about?"

A wicked grin on her face, Xiaolin pressed, "Be honest with me, has Yang Xun ever touched your breasts?"

"N-No!"

Xu Yue shook her head frantically, her voice quick and flustered.

But as soon as the words were out, an image flashed unbidden through her mind.

She could still clearly remember the feeling of his large, warm hands on her chest that day at Xinglin Hall, when he was treating her.

’He didn’t just touch my breasts... he even touched me down there.’

The memory made Xu Yue’s cheeks burn even hotter, the tips of her ears turning red. Still, she stubbornly refused to admit it, lowering her head and adding in a small voice, "We... we haven’t consummated the marriage yet."

Hearing this from outside the door, Yang Xun let out a cold snort in his mind.

’Right, right. We may not have consummated the marriage, but I’ve already touched you. All over, in fact.’

He understood, though. Xu Yue was too shy; she’d never tell her best friend something like that.

’If she did, who knows what would come out of that mouth of Xiaolin’s!’

"For real?"

Xiaolin’s face was a mask of surprise, which quickly melted into a playful smile. Her eyes darted about mischievously before she suddenly reached out and cupped Xu Yue’s breast.

"Ahh!!" Xu Yue cried out, recoiling.

But Xiaolin was faster. Her hand was already firmly in place as she burst out laughing. "That’s perfect! Your husband hasn’t even gotten to enjoy this, and I beat him to it! C’mere, let me get a good feel... see what they’re like!"

"Stop messing around!"

Xu Yue was so embarrassed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into. She kept slapping at Xiaolin’s arm, trying to push her away.

Hearing this from outside, Yang Xun’s expression darkened, and he let out a cold snort.

’Fuck, she’s mocking me?’

’Since you’re touching my wife’s breasts, I’ll damn well return the favor.’

’When the time comes, I’m going to squeeze your tits into any shape I want!’

At that thought, Yang Xun’s gaze fell involuntarily on Xiaolin’s full, round breasts, and he studied them in great detail.

"Hey, just teach me how to please a man already! Stop groping me!"

Her face bright red, Xu Yue clutched her hands to her chest, constantly trying to dodge Xiaolin’s wandering hands.

"Just let me feel them a little more!"

Xiaolin chased her relentlessly, her hands like an octopus, grabbing here and there. She was acting just like a male pervert.

Xu Yue ran all over the room with Xiaolin in hot pursuit. The two chased each other, their laughter echoing.

"Don’t run!"

"Don’t touch me!"

Soon, their feet got tangled, and with a THUD, they both tumbled onto the large bed and continued their play-fight there.

Four long, fair legs tangled together as their two hot bodies rolled and writhed. In their scuffle, all sorts of private parts were exposed without reservation.

Peeping from the doorway, Yang Xun quietly gulped.

In the midst of their tussle, he had gotten a crystal-clear view of both Xu Yue’s and Xiaolin’s most intimate areas.

He’d seen Xu Yue’s before.

But this was his first time seeing Xiaolin’s.

He had to admit, despite her vicious mouth, her body was absolutely incredible. Her tan skin was especially alluring against the white sheets. Every curve was perfect—full but not heavy, firm but not scrawny.

Yang Xun silently committed the image to memory, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

’Sooner or later, Xiaolin, I’ll make you pay for what you said today.’

After horsing around for a while, they were both tired. They lay on the bed, panting, their hair a mess and their cheeks flushed.

"Okay, okay, no more fooling around."

Xiaolin patted Xu Yue’s back and sat up, finally adopting a more serious expression. "Let’s get down to business."

"Okay!" Xu Yue quickly sat up as well, her beautiful eyes filled with earnest anticipation.

Xiaolin rolled off the bed and padded barefoot over to her handbag, which was sitting on a chair. She bent down and started rummaging through it.

"I brought this back from my trip abroad a while ago. It cost me a pretty penny."

Xiaolin said as she searched, her voice laced with an air of mystery.

"What is it?" Xu Yue asked, craning her neck in curiosity.

Soon, Xiaolin pulled a delicate box from her bag. She walked back to the bed, opened the box, took out its contents, and placed them in front of Xu Yue.

"This is..."

Xu Yue looked down, and her beautiful eyes flew wide open. She froze as if she’d been petrified, her fair face instantly burning a deep crimson that spread all the way down her neck.

"You... why would you bring something like this?!"

Outside the door, Yang Xun saw it too, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.