Chapter 39: Swinging Both Ways, One on Each Side!

The bright sun shone down, the sky was clear and crisp, and sunlight spilled in through the window lattice, warming the entire room—yet a chill inexplicably crept up Chen Mo’s back.

What is going on?

Last night he had drunk quite a bit of wine and gone through a fierce battle; once his mind relaxed, he had fallen into a deep sleep.

With his current keen spiritual sense, even a trace of killing intent would wake him instantly, so he had no need to worry about being ambushed.

But he never expected that upon opening his eyes, he would see this scene...

How did these two end up in his bed?

"Who are you? Who let you in?"

Gu Manzhi’s face was as cold as frost as she stared coldly at Li Yuan.

Her identity was special, and she had shed her disguise; if she were recognized, it would surely invite trouble... Thinking of this, she formed a hand seal with her fingers inside her sleeves, her heart already set on killing.

Li Yuan sensed the hostility, her eyes sharpening as true qi gathered in her palms, and she said coldly:

"I am merely a courtesan; do I need to tell you who I am?"

"Ha, I am a courtesan, but are you any better? Sneaking into someone else’s bed in the middle of the night, you shameless hussy!"

"Who are you calling a hussy?!"

"What if I am calling you that?"

"You... Chen Mo, say something!"

Chen Mo: "..."

He rubbed his brow and said helplessly: "Enough, the pot shouldn't call the kettle black. I was just trying to get a good night's sleep, what is this scene you two are making... Platoon Leader Li, why are you here?"

"I came looking for wine last night and accidentally went to the wrong room."

Li Yuan’s expression was somewhat unnatural as she turned her head away.

Gu Manzhi scoffed, "As if I’d believe that. Looking for wine and ending up in bed? How lonely must you be to come to the Music Conservatory to steal a man? You might as well just sell yourself..."

"You!"

When it came to arguing, ten Li Yuans were no match for Gu Manzhi.

She was already ashamed and angry, and being provoked like this, her fury shot straight to her head; like a tigress, she flipped up and struck a palm toward Gu Manzhi!

A fierce wind whistled, the powerful pressure making the bed curtains snap and flutter!

Gu Manzhi’s pupils constricted; she hadn't expected Li Yuan’s strength to be this great!

But she was no pushover either, and a flash of green light crossed her brow.

"Eight Directions of Mighty Spirits, Illuminate the Grand Origin!"

Just as the green light and the palm wind met, Chen Mo blocked the space between them and pressed them both down onto the bed.

"That’s enough from both of you..."

"Let go of me!"

Li Yuan was relentless, thrashing about like a fish that had jumped onto the shore.

Chen Mo frowned, grabbed her by the waistband of her skirt, hoisted her up, laid her across his lap, and smacked her firm, full buttocks.

*Smack—*

The room fell silent instantly.

Li Yuan froze as if struck by a binding spell, a flush spreading across her fair, pretty face until it looked like it might bleed.

"Chen Mo, you actually hit me..."

*Smack—*

"Don't..."

*Smack—*

Li Yuan bit her lip, her expression one of shame and anger, tears welling in her eyes as she trembled and said:

"You lecher, you’re bullying me..."

Gu Manzhi, off to the side, was stunned.

The woman who had been like a fierce tiger descending the mountain just a moment ago had turned into a tearful little crybaby after a few smacks?

Is this trick really that magical?

Eh?

Before she could react, the world suddenly spun, and she was pressed down onto Chen Mo’s other leg.

*Smack—*

A crisp sound rang out, followed by a hot, stinging pain behind her, accompanied by a tingling sensation that raced through her entire body like an electric current.

Gu Manzhi’s eyes went blank, lost in a brief daze.

He actually hit my...

*Smack—*

"Mmm~"

Gu Manzhi’s pretty face flushed red, and a sound she had never made before escaped her throat involuntarily.

*Smack! Smack!*

Adhering to the principle of fairness and impartiality, Chen Mo swung both ways, his palms descending in tandem.

Two plump curves trembled slightly, ripples spreading out like waves.

Li Yuan had practiced martial arts since childhood; her body had not an ounce of excess fat, being supple, firm, and full of elasticity.

Gu Manzhi’s figure was more voluptuous, snowy-tender and smooth, as if his palms were sinking right into her.

Both sensations were excellent; it was hard to judge which was better, as each had its own merits—

Chen Mo savored the feeling as he continued to strike.

At this moment, the two women were face-to-face, almost touching; after catching each other's eyes, they silently lowered their heads.

...They had no face left to show anyone.

After the two had completely stopped moving, Chen Mo gave a few more lingering smacks before clearing his throat and saying:

"Can you calm down now?"

"..."

Both women’s faces were burning hot, and they remained silent.

There was no need for such methods to make someone calm down.

This lecher was clearly doing it on purpose, and now he was pretending to be serious...

Just then, Yu'er from the side crept over, sprawled onto the bed, lifted her hips, and said impatiently:

"Master, it’s my turn!"

"..."

Chen Mo glanced sideways at Gu Manzhi, the implication being: "Is this wandering spirit you found even normal?"

Gu Manzhi blinked innocently, the meaning clear: "Who comes to the Music Conservatory if they’re a normal person?"

After throwing Yu'er out, the room quieted down.

Li Yuan stared at Gu Manzhi, her pearly teeth biting down slightly as she spoke:

"Chen Mo, what exactly is going on here?"

Looking at that flawless, jade-like face, the charming and alluring temperament was captivating. Miss Yu'er was already extremely beautiful, but compared to this woman, she was more than a notch inferior.

One would think that the so-called top courtesan couldn't be much more than this, right?

"One Yu'er wasn't enough, and now three of you together... this is truly absurd!"

Thinking of this, Li Yuan felt increasingly sour inside.

Chen Mo shook his head and said: "It’s not what you think. She is my informant at the Music Conservatory."

"An informant?"

Li Yuan was slightly taken aback.

Chen Mo reached into his robes and pulled out a bronze oil lamp, saying: "Last night I sensed someone following me in the shadows, so I intentionally led them here. The other party was from the Ghost-Devouring Sect, here to avenge Qin Wuxiang..."

"Unfortunately, he still managed to escape in the end, leaving only this thing behind."

Li Yuan looked at the bronze oil lamp, which radiated a filthy, evil aura; it was indeed an item of a ghost cultivator, and her expression immediately turned solemn.

She had seen the eerie methods of ghost cultivators with her own eyes, and she asked with concern:

"Are you injured?"

Chen Mo shook his head: "No, I was just a bit exhausted, so I slept here last night."

Li Yuan, who had been too emotional to notice earlier, finally realized that their clothes were intact; it seemed nothing had happened after all.

The gloom in her heart was swept away, and recalling her own behavior just now, she felt utterly ashamed, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"I’ll go call people to search; we’ll dig three feet into the ground to drag him out!"

She started to get up to leave.

Chen Mo hurriedly stopped her, "No need. A night has passed, he’s long gone by now. Besides, he was heavily wounded by me; whether he can even survive is a question, so I doubt he can stir up any more trouble."

The corpse was already in his storage bag, what was there to search for?

If they accidentally traced it back to Gu Manzhi, it would be troublesome...

Li Yuan nodded, thinking it made sense.

"Mm, I’ll listen to you."

Gu Manzhi’s eyes scanned the two of them; even a fool could see there was something off between them.

What did Chen Mo just call her?

Platoon Leader?

This man actually wouldn't even spare a colleague...

Gu Manzhi’s eyes turned sour, and she couldn't help but reach out and pinch his waist.

"Hiss!"

Chen Mo’s expression changed slightly.

"What’s wrong?"

Li Yuan thought there might be some hidden injury, so she used both hands to grope and check his body.

Seeing this, Gu Manzhi pinched even harder, twisting the soft flesh at his waist several times in a counter-clockwise direction.

Chen Mo’s face turned nearly green, and he bared his teeth as he said:

"N-nothing..."