Chapter 22: A Fox Milf's Private Training & The Sect Mistress's Breaking Point
A Midnight Summons—The Fox Lays Her Trap
The Azure Moon Sect was quiet beneath the moonlight, but Lin Tian wasn't resting.
As he walked through the secluded sect corridors, his mind was still on his recent confrontation with Yue Qingyan.
đź’ "She's breaking. She just doesn't want to admit it yet."
But before he could dwell on it further, a golden talisman drifted down in front of him, glowing softly.
With a flick of his wrist, Lin Tian caught it, and elegant, playful handwriting unraveled in the air:
"Come to my private courtyard. Alone. ~Su Meiyu"
Lin Tian chuckled, rolling the talisman between his fingers.
đź’ "Oh? The fox Milf couldn't wait after being interrupted?"
Without hesitation, he turned and headed toward the secluded elder's courtyard.
Su Meiyu's Private Courtyard—A Milf's Playground
Su Meiyu's residence was far from the main sect, nestled in a quiet, misty valley where few disciples ever ventured.
As Lin Tian stepped inside, he was immediately greeted by the soft glow of lanterns, the gentle hum of a nearby hot spring, and a lingering scent of jasmine and spirit wine.
Then—his eyes landed on her.
Su Meiyu stood at the edge of the hot spring, her deep-red silk robe draped loosely over her shoulders, revealing a tempting glimpse of smooth, flawless skin.
Her golden fox eyes shimmered with amusement, and her nine fluffy tails curled around her like living temptations.
"Lin Tian," she murmured, tilting her head. "You came quickly."
Lin Tian grinned.
"You sound surprised."
She let out a soft chuckle, stepping forward. The fabric of her robe shifted slightly, exposing even more of her curvaceous form.
"Not at all," she purred. "I just wanted to test you properly this time. Without… interruptions."
Her eyes flickered with something deeper.
Lin Tian smirked.
đź’ "She's still irritated about Yue Qingyan interrupting us."
Su Meiyu slowly untied the sash at her waist, letting the robe loosen just enough to expose the soft curve of her bare thigh.
"Are you just going to stand there," she whispered, "or are you going to join me?"
[Ding! Su Meiyu is making her move—Will you take control?]
Lin Tian grinned.
đź’ "You walked into the lion's den, fox. Let's see how long you last."
He took a step forward—
But just as his fingers moved to undo his robe—
BOOM!
A wave of icy Qi exploded through the air, cutting through the warm steam of the courtyard.
Both Lin Tian and Su Meiyu froze.
Then—
A familiar presence entered the courtyard.
A presence filled with conflicted emotions… and undeniable tension.
The Sect Mistress Cannot Escape Her Feelings
At the entrance of the courtyard, Yue Qingyan stood in silence.
The moonlight framed her elegant figure, her long silver hair cascading over her pristine sect robes.
Her violet eyes were unreadable, locked onto the scene before her.
Su Meiyu—half-dressed.
Lin Tian—just about to join her.
The hot spring—steaming with tension.
For the first time in centuries, Yue Qingyan felt something she couldn't control.
A heat rising in her chest.
A sharp, bitter frustration she didn't understand.
đź’ "Why did I come here?"
She had told herself she was simply checking on a disciple.
But now—standing here, seeing them together—
She knew that was a lie.
A Battle of Wills—Two Milfs, One Disciple
Su Meiyu, still half-dressed, let out a low chuckle, folding her arms beneath her ample chest.
"Twice now, Sect Mistress?" she murmured, tilting her head.
"Are you here for Lin Tian, or are you here for me?"
Yue Qingyan's violet gaze darkened.
"This has gone far enough," she said evenly.
Lin Tian chuckled, stepping forward slightly.
"Funny," he said. "You keep saying that, but you keep showing up at the worst possible times."
Yue Qingyan's lips pressed together, her hands subtly tightening into fists.
Su Meiyu, enjoying the moment, leaned against Lin Tian, pressing her soft curves against his side.
"Why don't you just admit it, Sect Mistress?" she purred.
"You don't want me to have him."
The air grew impossibly thick.
Yue Qingyan's chest rose and fell slightly, her Qi flickering subtly around her.
Lin Tian didn't move.
He just watched her.
And then, for the first time ever—
Yue Qingyan took a step back.
It was small. Barely noticeable.
But Lin Tian saw it.
And Su Meiyu grinned.
"Well, well," the fox Milf murmured. "It looks like I've finally seen the great Sect Mistress hesitate."
Yue Qingyan's jaw tightened.
Lin Tian stepped forward.
"You came all the way here, Sect Mistress," he said smoothly. "You should at least tell me why."
Yue Qingyan's violet gaze flickered.
She could feel it—the walls she had built were cracking.
Every word from Lin Tian, every smirk, every challenge—it was breaking her resolve.
She was the Sect Mistress.
She was supposed to be untouchable.
But this man…
đź’ "This man is dangerous."
She inhaled slowly.
Then—she turned sharply.
"This conversation is over," she said, her voice controlled, but forced.
Without waiting for a response, she disappeared into the night, her Qi trailing behind her.
But Lin Tian knew the truth.
She had run away.
And she had never run away from anything before.
Aftermath—A Fox's Victory?
Su Meiyu sighed dramatically, stretching her arms.
"Well," she mused, "I suppose I should be upset she interrupted us again."
She turned toward Lin Tian, her golden eyes glinting.
"But honestly… that was more fun than what I had planned."
Lin Tian chuckled.
"You enjoyed watching her crack?"
Su Meiyu smirked.
"You enjoyed it too."
She traced a finger down his chest, then stepped away, her nine tails flicking behind her.
"But don't think I've forgotten why I called you here."
She turned toward the hot spring, her robe slipping just enough to tempt.
"Are you coming or not?"
Lin Tian grinned.
đź’ "A fox never gives up, huh?"
He took a step forward—ready to finish what was started.
End of Chapter 22
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