Chapter 149: [All Because of the Love‑Potion Mishap] (Part 1)

Murong Feiyan had wanted to pursue, but she felt she couldn't draw a breath, her legs went soft, her vision darkened, she nearly fainted; she hurriedly braced her long sword against the ground to steady herself. Worried the flower-picking thief might return, she looked up—only to see the thief leap onto the wall and disappear without a trace in an instant.

Hu Xiaotian, who had gone to rescue Le Yao, had already untied the sack, revealing a pair of dazzlingly white, tender feet, ankles round and lustrous, toes like flower petals; it was the first time he had seen such exquisite feet, and he felt an urge to pounce and take a bite. It wasn't that he had a heavy taste, but the feet were simply too beautiful. He only focused on admiring those beautiful feet, neglecting Murong Feiyan beside him; her delicate body swayed, and she finally couldn't stand, falling with a thud to the ground.

Hu Xiaotian pulled open the sack and poured out a flower‑like, jade‑like beauty—who else could it be but Le Yao? Le Yao lay motionless before him; the night rain was pouring, soon soaking her clothes. Hu Xiaotian lifted Le Yao, intending to carry her indoors, when he finally saw Murong Feiyan also collapsed in the mire.

Hu Xiaotian silently cursed his bad luck; he had thought of calling for help, but the idea barely surfaced before he dismissed it. The wind and rain were fierce; most of the Wan Manor's inhabitants were already asleep, and even if he summoned anyone it would be useless. Moreover, how could he explain this to the Wan family? The urgent thing was to properly settle the two beauties first.

Hu Xiaotian first carried Le Yao back to her room, then went out and lifted Murong Feiyan. He placed the two beauties side by side on Le Yao's bed, by the light of the oil lamp. Seeing their clothes soaked through, their graceful curves fully revealed, it was truly exquisite; a surge of heat rose in him, and he thought, if he could embrace left and right, enjoying the blessings of neighboring beauties, what a divine life that would be? Approaching the two women, he saw both had their beautiful eyes tightly shut, deep in sleep.

Hu Xiaotian fetched a towel, soaked it in the washbasin, and was about to wipe Le Yao's face. Then he recalled how she had feigned faint to deceive him earlier that day, and he shook his head, saying, "You're not pretending now? The prettier the woman, the better she lies; I've been so good to you, how could you bear to deceive me?" Gazing at Le Yao's luscious cherry lips, an impure thought arose in his heart; he lowered his head and lightly pecked her lips like a dragonfly touching water. He sighed, "The taste is superb!" He was never a gentleman, and now he had no need to pretend to be a Liu Xiaohui.

He then came before Murong Feiyan, staring at her pretty face and said, "Women shouldn't be so fierce, especially toward me—you actually dared to strike my pressure point? If I don't give you a lesson, you won't know how formidable I am." He was about to do the same to her lips. But just as his lips were about to touch her cherry lips, he suddenly recalled: she is the famed female constable of the capital; even if she left a few clues, she could follow the thread to uncover the truth. If she discovered that he had taken advantage of her unconscious state, he thought, with her stern temperament she would never let him off. At this thought Hu Xiaotian hesitated, pressing his lips together. Then he thought, "Old man fears nothing—what's a woman? A lesson! I must give her a lesson."

Hu Xiaotian made up his mind, preparing to give Murong Feiyan a light punishment, when he heard her emit a soft, alluring moan—'ng!'

At first Hu Xiaotian thought he had misheard; such a seductive voice could never possibly come from Murong Feiyan's throat, let alone—it was incredibly sexy and alluring.

After letting out that sound, Murong Feiyan did not wake immediately; she turned over in bed and pressed herself against Le Yao beside her.

Le Yao seemed to regain a bit of consciousness; she twisted her body, pressing close to Murong Feiyan, her snow‑white beautiful legs slipping out from her skirt and twining around Murong Feiyan like ivy.

Although the scene before him was erotic, it was really improper; Hu Xiaotian couldn't bear to watch, so he walked over and gently lifted their jade arms and beautiful legs, separating the two.

While he was busy separating them, Murong Feiyan suddenly wrapped her arms around his arm, murmuring, "Hot… I'm so hot…" Hu Xiaotian called out her name feigning concern, slowly pulling his arm from her embrace; indeed, the feeling of his arm against her chest was soft yet elastic, wonderfully pleasant, truly hard to forget. "You're hot," he thought, "but I, the great master, am even hotter—I'm burning with desire!"

A hot, fiery body pressed against his back—it was Le Yao, dazed, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. Hu Xiaotian's arm trembled, the wet towel fell onto the bed; he realized it must be the flower‑picking thief's aphrodisiac taking effect—he had just seen the thief scattering the incense in Le Yao's room, but he hadn't seen how Murong Feiyan had been poisoned.

Caught between the two, Hu Xiaotian finally managed to pick up the wet towel and clapped it over Murong Feiyan's face, hoping it would rouse her.

This seemed to work; the cool towel startled Murong Feiyan, who opened her eyes and stared blankly at Hu Xiaotian.

Hu Xiaotian forcibly pried open Le Yao's hands—not because he didn't want to enjoy this tenderness, but because the moment was wrong; these girls were barely conscious, under the spell of the aphrodisiac, and now they had no idea what they were doing.

Seeing Murong Feiyan open her eyes, Hu Xiaotian exclaimed delightedly, "You're awake?"

But he saw Murong Feiyan's beautiful eyes narrow, her expression utterly seductive and alluring. Hu Xiaotian asked himself, having known her so long, he had never seen her like this—one word: lewd! Two words: wanton! In the past he would have thought he'd struck gold, but today was different; even though he was a lecher, suddenly confronted with two chaste heroines ignited by an aphrodisiac, this huge contrast left him somewhat overwhelmed. He hastily grabbed the wet towel, trying to press it again on Murong Feiyan's face, but she seized his wrist with such force that he felt his bones might crack, grunting in pain, and whispered low, "Feiyan, it's me!"

Murong Feiyan suddenly raised her hand, grabbed the collar of Hu Xiaotian's round‑necked shirt and pulled downward; half the collar tore off, exposing his bare right shoulder. He panicked—this was the first time in both his past and present lives that he had encountered such a scene. Wrong, how could it feel like a lamb among wolves? He didn't know where the strength came from, but he wrenched free from the pincer of Murong Feiyan's and Le Yao's slender legs and jade thighs; resisting temptation also required considerable courage.

After great effort he escaped from the bed, striding forward toward the washbasin, intending to pour the basin of cold water over his head to awaken the two bewitched beauties. But as the saying goes, nine out of ten things go awry—especially when one of the beauties he faced was the martial‑arts expert Murong Feiyan.

Although Murong Feiyan's mind was foggy, her movements were not slow at all; she grabbed his collar from behind again. Hu Xiaotian strained forward, hearing a rip—her pull tore his round‑necked shirt in two, leaving his upper half bare. He managed to break free and took another step, feeling his waist tighten—it was his loose trousers being seized. He turned his head to see it wasn't Murong Feiyan this time, but the young widow Le Yao, her face flushed, eyes full of spring, her small white hands gripping his trousers tightly.

At this moment Hu Xiaotian felt like thunder striking his head; he thought, "Could this be wrong? From conservative to liberated is merely the distance of one dose of aphrodisiac." Le Yao in one motion pulled his trousers down to his knees; perhaps she used too much force, her body lost balance and she collapsed to the ground.

Just as he took a step, his trousers tripped him, and because his hands were still gripping his undershorts desperately, he fell flat on his back, his forehead striking the hard ground with a solid thud; the poor guy grimaced in pain.

Murong Feiyan lunged forward and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling so hard he felt his scalp might be torn off; he pleaded, "Feiyan, it's me!" He was almost shouting for help. Outside, amid the wind and rain, the faint sound of the night watchman's clapper could be heard—probably the night‑guard making his rounds. Hu Xiaotian thought it over: under these circumstances calling for help was out of the question; if outsiders saw this, he couldn't explain himself, and he might well end up ruined and disgraced.

Murong Feiyan lunged forward and seized his hair bun in one grab, using excessive force; Hu Xiaotian felt his scalp was about to be ripped off by her, and he pleaded, "Feiyan, it's me…" He was just short of shouting for help, when amid the wind and rain outside the faint sound of the night watchman's clapper could be heard—probably the night‑guard making his rounds outside. Hu Xiaotian thought it over and realized that under these circumstances he could not call for help no matter what; if outsiders saw this, he wouldn't be able to explain himself, and he might well end up ruined in both person and reputation.

Hu Xiaotian, in a sorry state, replied, "Then go outside and stand in the rain to cool off."

Hu Xiaotian felt Le Yao climbing up his thigh; the two bewitched beauties stripped him down to nothing but his undershorts, and his only thought at that moment was to hold fast to his bottom line—his chastity for this lifetime must not be carelessly taken away.

Le Yao seemed to have fixed on his undershorts tonight, relentlessly pulling downward; Hu Xiaotian gripped tightly with both hands, while he watched Murong Feiyan's pretty face lower and lower, her cherry lips drawing ever closer to his own. Although just moments before his mind had been full of such thoughts, when fantasy turned into reality he suddenly realized that reality was not so wonderful.

The ever‑gentle Le Yao finally lost her patience; she suddenly lowered her head, opened her sandalwood‑colored mouth, and bit fiercely at Hu Xiaotian's groin.

Hu Xiaotian screamed in pain as his mouth flew open, startling Murong Feiyan; she jerked her head back, then seized his arm and bit down on his chest. A terrible thought crossed his mind: were these girls werewolves or vampires?

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