Zero Succubus in the Territory: Starting with Apprenticeship to the Yi Xuan Sisters

Yi Xue spoke softly. From the beginning, he had vaguely sensed that Senior Sister Yun'er seemed to enjoy such praise. Every time he said it, he could feel a tremor of joy coming from deep within her body.

"Yeah...I feel...good too..."

Encouraged, Mo Yun'er felt a surge of joy and quickened her pace in her skincare routine. Under her relentless assault, the Holy Sword seemed to feel immense pleasure and was ready to unleash its full potential at any moment.

Mo Yun'er seemed to sense something as well, something was about to arrive, a flutter of emotion... a flutter of emotion...

"Junior brother... is there anything... is there anything you need..."

She gently bit her lips and hugged Yixue even tighter. Her breasts pressed against his face with even greater force, but he did not flinch. Instead, he buried his face deeper into hers, and the sound of the waves grew louder.

Yi Xue's efforts were all transmitted to the Holy Sword through the other person's body. Waves of surging energy surged towards him, and the smooth, delicate touch rushed straight to his brain along the sword. His breathing became completely disordered, but he still tried his best to stay clear-headed. If he couldn't help the other person, then his own comfort would be meaningless.

With this in mind, he became even more unscrupulous, even using the skills that originally caused the accident. If used properly, these skills could be used as a way to clear obstacles.

"Oh...oh oh..."

"Well……!"

Two satisfied sounds rang out one after the other, and the two people's bodies convulsed uncontrollably. The slender stream eventually turned into a vast ocean, and the sword intent that had been suppressed was finally released. The surge was so strong that it even covered the two people.

"Ha...ha...it should be...over, right..."

Yi Xue collapsed into Mo Yun'er's arms, panting heavily. The pleasure almost clouded his mind, making it impossible for him to move freely. However, he still tried to get up and turn his head to check on her.

"...Senior sister, how are you? I'm so sorry for what happened earlier..."

Before he could finish speaking, he froze. He saw Mo Yun'er looking at him with a dazed expression. Unlike him, although her breathing was a little disordered, it was definitely not to the point of exhaustion. Upon closer inspection, he noticed a trace of sword intent still lingering on the corner of her mouth, and she was just about to make the gesture that indicated she was still not satisfied.

"Senior sister! No..."

Unfortunately, it was too late. The other party's nimble tongue had already swallowed the remnants of sword intent, and a look of confusion appeared on her face. However, the expression was fleeting, and the next second she turned her attention back to Yi Xue.

"The taste... is strange, but... it's delicious. Is there any more?"

Faced with the other party's question, Yi Xue didn't know how to explain for a moment, and Mo Yun'er seemed to realize that she would not get an answer to the question, so she changed the way she asked it.

"What I did just now... wasn't enough, I still feel uncomfortable, I need to continue."

The next instant, Yi Xue felt the other person's body, which had just calmed down, become hot again. His amber eyes were filled with various emotions, including affection and requests, but more than anything, desire. However, from Yi Xue's perspective, they were clearly the eyes that locked onto their prey.

'Damn it, is this still not enough? No, I have to use the Beast King's Breath to control her again before she loses control once more. As for what to do after that, I'll think about that later.'

But it was too late. The lingering aftertaste in his mind was still affecting his body and even his thoughts. Long before the skill was activated, he had been forcefully subdued by Mo Yun'er.

Suddenly, there was nothing beneath him, and he made intimate contact with the cold grass. The other person didn't choose to hug him tightly as before, but instead straddled him in a completely different way. However... the way and posture of straddling seemed a little wrong.

"Ugh... Ugh?!"

Before he could react, a huge, full, peach-shaped shadow blocked his vision. By the time he realized what it was, it was too late.

His nose and lips were forcibly buried in the boy's mysterious flower garden.

"Hmm... Junior Brother's Holy Sword is in the same state again. It seems it still needs maintenance."

Mo Yun'er spoke breathlessly, her voice hazy and full of adoration. As she spoke, she moved closer to him, pressing down on him so much that he could hardly breathe. If Yi Xue hadn't known this senior sister, she probably would have thought that what she said was retaliation for his previous actions.

'No, I need to find a way to get out of here quickly, and then...'

As he pondered this, he suddenly stopped, broke free, and then—should he try the same method again? What if his senior sister wasn't satisfied? In the end, it would all be for nothing.

Rather than end up like that, it's better to take a risk, temporarily go along with the other party's wishes, and then try to help my senior sister solve her problem in a more "in-depth" way.

As for how to try it, he'll have to figure that out himself. And considering the current situation, the second option might have a higher success rate.

Yi Xue was pinned down and unable to move, forced to watch a budding flower appear before her. Mo Yun'er had already quickly removed her lower garments, leaving only a thin, damp piece of fabric, which had almost no effect on covering her up.

He was momentarily lost in thought. This was the first time he had observed a flower from such a distance, and from such an embarrassing angle and in such a posture. He could almost feel the heat emanating from it. His gaze was fixed on the vibrant petals. He wanted to see more, but something was utterly jarring: a piece of cloth so wet it was almost wrung out like a rope, blocking the petals and preventing him from seeing the flower in its entirety.

Yi Xue felt a surge of frustration, but his hands were completely immobilized, and the only part of his body he could probably use was his mouth. So, the only way to remove the fabric was…

No, there might be other ways!

He tilted his head back slightly, trying to push the obstruction out with the tip of his nose, but instead pushed the fabric deeper and deeper, embedding it deep into the petals, making it even harder to remove now.

"Um...Junior brother...over there..."

Mo Yun'er let out a soft moan upon sensing Yi Xue's movements. Clearly, his actions had greatly stimulated her, and her slightly twisting body was urging him to continue. However, the strip of cloth was simply too in the way, and Yi Xue felt it was difficult to accept without removing it.

He nervously licked his lips, pondering whether or not to proceed to the next step.

"Should we go? Use mine..."

Chapter Fifty: The Beautiful Flowers Awaiting Bloom

"Fine, fine, I don't care anymore, I'll just do it!"

Feeling the temperature so close to his mouth, Yi Xue finally made up his mind. He swallowed, slowly stuck out the tip of his tongue and touched it lightly, then gently hooked it and pulled a small section of the fabric out from the flower.

Yi Xue closed his eyes tightly, seemingly unwilling to face reality, but his taste buds inevitably tasted a slightly salty flavor. However, the taste was not as bad as he had imagined; it even had a slightly fragrant aroma.

He continued to pull, gently tugging outwards, enjoying more of the pheromone scent as the soaked fabric was finally pushed aside, revealing the complete view.

If the feeling before was one of veiled mystery, like a pipa half-concealing its face, then the feeling now is one of sudden, joyful enlightenment.

What he saw was a delicate flower that was about to be cut down, now fully presented before him. Its two irregular petals were pink and tender, moistened and glossy by the secreted water, and the tender bud trembled slightly, as if it was about to reveal its true appearance.

Yi Xue was stunned. His fair face turned bright red again. The shame of tugging at the fabric with his tongue just now vanished instantly. Now, he only had one thing on his mind: to explore the dangerous and mysterious unknown.

He continued to admire it. Large, delicate pink petals were exposed, and several irregular patterns were arranged on the exquisite inner curves, but this did not spoil the overall look at all. On the contrary, it added a touch of irregular beauty. The moist stamens reflected the luster, making it look exceptionally beautiful and alluring.

In the center of the moist petals, transparent nectar continued to seep out, directly wetting his chin and cheeks. The fragrance emanated from the depths of the flower's stamen, entering his body along with his slightly rapid breathing.

Yi Xue swallowed hard, moved a little closer, and her warm breath gently touched the wet petals, giving Mo Yun'er a series of electric shock-like sensations.

The pale pink petals contracted slightly as Mo Yun'er twisted her body, as if breathing, or urging him to quickly drink the sweet and delicious nectar.

Mo Yun'er could feel her junior brother's gaze fixed on her, a burning gaze with a hint of aggression. Although she had never been exposed to this kind of knowledge, she only felt ashamed and trembling at this moment, and her mind went blank because of Yi Xue's behavior just now.

But wasn't she just like her junior brother? Mo Yun'er's gaze was fixed on the holy sword that soared straight into the sky. Despite having just released so much sword intent, it now stood up again with an even more proud posture, and the aura it exuded became even stronger.

She sniffed gently, getting closer with each sniff, her breathing becoming heavier. She leaned forward slightly to observe more closely, and the holy sword seemed to respond to her gaze, becoming even more ferocious. A hint of sword intent leaked out in excitement, emitting a crystalline light, and the flowers in front of Yi Xue also became closer because of her movements.

The flower was right in front of him, its delicate pink stamens incredibly alluring. The petals were slightly open, revealing an even more pink heart within. Everything about it seemed to be waiting for him to gently smell, play with, and savor it.

Yi Xue closed her eyes and gently leaned closer, but this time it wasn't to escape, but to feel more intently.

Meow!

Mo Yun'er shuddered in fright and instinctively lunged forward, only to land squarely on the holy sword. The scalding, slippery touch momentarily stunned her, her nose just centimeters away from the burning blade. The intense heat almost burned her brain, but the sensation from behind was what truly drove her crazy.

"Chirp~ cluck cluck cluck~"

Yi Xue leaned closer and gently teased the pink bean with her tongue. The bean seemed to have a life of its own, trembling slightly with its owner's movements.

"Mmm~!"

Mo Yun'er couldn't help but let out a coquettish cry. It was simply...too...too powerful. It felt even more powerful than being hit by Yi Hai, who was several meters tall. She felt like she might be finished with just a light blow.

She gasped for breath, instinctively gripping the log in front of her. Saliva dripped from her dazed, open mouth onto the base of the log. The sudden stimulation made him even more excited, his blood boiling with heat.

Mo Yun'er also felt the warmth and subconsciously wanted to respond. Her face was flushed and her eyes were filled with misty tears. After the sudden joy came endless emptiness. She rarely started to think; she wanted more.

She wanted to respond, to embrace that passion, to possess it, but how? With just her hands… it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough… Her junior brother seemed to understand this very well, so… should she just learn from him?

An idea popped into Mo Yun'er's mind: it was Yi Xue who had asked her to help take care of the Holy Sword before, and it was also Yi Xue who made her feel happy and lost. So he must know how to resolve this loss. Therefore, she just needs to learn from him.

"Well……"

On the other side, because of his senior sister's previous stimulation, Yi Xue was burning up. Due to excessive excitement, his blood flowed faster and faster, and due to his body's instinctive reaction, it all flowed towards the holy sword that was tightly held by the other party, and he worked even harder.

Not only did he flick his tongue slightly, but he also sucked on the petals with his whole mouth. The petals opened and closed with his movements, and fresh nectar flowed out in streams, which he then drank down. The rich scent of the young girl intoxicated him.

"Hmm... Junior brother... you're eating so well, is it... very delicious?"

Mo Yun'er couldn't help but pant, making no attempt to hide the seductive panting sounds emanating from her mouth. From Yi Xue's reaction, she confirmed one thing: the food there must be delicious, otherwise her junior brother wouldn't be eating so intently.

Mo Yun'er then became depressed. She also wanted to try it, but due to her physical condition, she couldn't. It was too cunning of her junior brother to be the only one to taste it, and he was even deliberately eating so loudly, clearly teasing her.

Intense pleasure filled her mind, rendering her incapable of thinking (although she was already easily deceived). Her mind was filled with only one thought: she had to eat! Her junior brother was eating so deliciously, she had to have some too.

The next second, Yi Xue changed her attack and launched a direct attack. Mo Yun'er felt a spasm in her body and gradually lost her strength. She bent over and fell down, her cheek pressed against Yi Xue's.

"It smells weird...but it smells good...I want more..."

The intense sword aura rushed straight to her face, and because of her excitement, the smell became even stronger and sweeter, penetrating her nasal cavity and rushing straight to her brain.

"It smells so good... I want to eat it, have a taste... It should be fine, right?"

Thinking of this, Mo Yun'er opened her mouth, her hot breath spraying onto the holy sword. She stuck out her tongue and gradually approached that unknown peak.

Chapter 51 *Coo-choo coo-choo*~ Junior brother actually hid such delicious things~

The moment her soft, fragrant tongue touched the tip of the sword, Mo Yun'er, the most skilled swordsman in Yun Kui Mountain and the most obsessed with swords, let out a scream from the depths of her spine that ran through her entire body.

"What is this taste... salty and bitter, but so delicious, every bite makes me so happy... my body is shaking... so happy..."

She gently swirled her tongue around the blade, savoring the sword intent emanating from it. Then, she slowly moved downwards, licking the blade again and again. Once again, she was self-taught; she learned this skill without needing a teacher. Whenever swords were involved, Mo Yun'er would demonstrate an extraordinary learning ability.

"Coo-choo~"

Then, no longer satisfied with such superficial things, she slowly opened her mouth, her lips gently wrapped around the sword pommel, and then pressed tightly against it. The hot, moist touch that made her scalp tingle surged into Yi Xue's brain twice as much, and a tingling sensation rushed up her tailbone and straight to the top of her head.

"Mmm... Senior Sister... *cluck*"

Yi Xue, who was busy appreciating the fragrance of the flowers, opened one eye with difficulty. He understood Mo Yun'er's behavior in an instant, but he did not expect her to do this so suddenly.

The sudden stimulation made him pause for a moment, which just displeased Mo Yun'er. She twisted her body slightly to press the peach even more tightly against him, making Yi Xue a little breathless. She could only endure the stimulation and continue to savor the fragrance of the flower.

"Gurgle~ Gurgle~ Junior brother actually hid such delicious things... How cunning..."

As Mo Yun'er spoke in a soft, sweet voice, she squinted her eyes happily. Her lips tightened slightly, and her cheeks sank slightly under the suction. Her tongue swept repeatedly over the area where the sword intent was most intense, while her lips tightened and sucked again and again in coordination with the swallowing motion, as if she were savoring some wonderfully delicious drink.

She noticed his pleasant scent when they first met, so she secretly observed him in the dining hall. Later, she became his sparring partner because of his unknown swordsmanship.

When she was practicing swordsmanship, she could only faintly smell the fragrance that would evaporate into the air due to her body temperature. It was sweet and pleasant. But now, she could actually taste the most intense scent on the other person's body. It was like a dream. She wished she could have met this junior brother sooner.

Yi Xue felt like his head was melting, completely enveloped by this hot and humid feeling. He could only think about Hua'er and Mo Yun'er. He could tell that what the other person said just now was sincere, not something said against his will to make him happy.

He realized that he had unknowingly taught his senior sister something incredible... But when he thought about how he had turned the pure and innocent Mo Yun'er into what she was now, he felt an uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

A faint sense of guilt welled up inside him at this thought, but he couldn't stop. Things had come to this point, and there was only one thing he could do: he had to make his senior sister feel unprecedented satisfaction, and then…

Let's think about what happens next later...

The two worked tirelessly, taking turns. Mo Yun'er lowered her head, letting the sword slice across her tongue, reaching deep inside. Her mouth was filled to the brim, and she savored it again and again, deeper and deeper, until it hit her throat.

Instead of backing away, she pressed her head even deeper, letting the sword tip gently rub against the entrance of her throat.

"Ugh~ Ugh~...!"

Mo Yun'er let out a sound of pain mixed with pleasure. Her cheeks ached from being stretched so much, and every time the holy sword was pressed against her throat, she felt an urge to gag. But she didn't stop. Her mind had been crushed by the holy sword that would make any creature pale in comparison.

She shook her head violently, her long white hair slipping down her back and cascading in arcs in the morning light. Her eyes were red from the spit and filled with physiological tears. She couldn't stop, nor did she want to stop. This almost forced behavior for her junior brother gave her a strange sense of pleasure.

"Coo-choo~ Mmm~ Coo-choo coo-choo!!"

Mo Yun'er let out a happy yet slightly manic moan, completely disregarding her image. Her eyes were only on the holy sword in front of her. Even if someone passed by and saw her, she would probably just smile and say, "Look, I'm eating something really delicious."

On the other side, Yi Xue was also working hard. The rainmaking plan was very successful. With his amazing skills, Mo Yun'er was extremely satisfied, and then a torrential downpour began.

For a moment, only the dense, sticky sound of water and the suppressed moans of the two men could be heard on the open space behind the mountain.

Until, until the blazing and fierce sword intent poured into Mo Yun'er's mouth like a torrent, unexpectedly filling her entire oral cavity, with wisps of sword energy spilling from the corners of her lips and seeping from her nose.

Even Mo Yun'er, who was revered by her fellow disciples as the "Pride of the Sword," had never experienced such fierce sword intent. She was choked by the sword intent and had a violent swallowing reflex. Her throat tightened and coughed, causing her to swallow even more sword intent.

"Glug~ Glug~ Glug~"

When I came to my senses, I was already drinking heavily.

For a moment she couldn't breathe, and her brain experienced a brief dizziness due to lack of oxygen, but she didn't back down because of this; she was determined to take on the whole situation.

One gulp, two gulps, three gulps, until the last trace of sword intent ceased in his mouth, and the holy sword that was both loved and hated finally stopped twitching.

"Huff...huff...huff..."

Mo Yun'er spat out the holy sword from her mouth, pulling out several fine, intertwined strands of sword intent until they broke apart in mid-air, at which point she let out a satisfied sigh.

Meanwhile, Yi Xue was met with the biggest downpour of his life. Torrential water droplets poured down on his face, soaking it beyond recognition.

Satisfied, the two collapsed to the ground, breathing in the lingering ambiguous scent in the air. Their bodies convulsed uncontrollably. The ground around them was wet as if it had just been drenched in a downpour, but it was winter, and it should have been raining.

But clearly, no one cares about this issue.

After an unknown amount of time, his body recovered to the point where he could barely move. Yi Xue reached out and touched his face, which was still wet. He quickly took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it off. He had been prepared for this kind of situation.