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

Feeling the other party's cleaning device, Xue subconsciously groaned, then leaned back somewhat in relief. Seeing this, Iserde caught her with her body. The burning sensation came again, and in her panic, she subconsciously glanced at Orpheus, who was watching from the side.

The other person's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe that Iserde could do this. After all, she should have been completely inexperienced, so how could she act so calmly?!

Seeing the incredulous look in the other person's eyes, Iserd felt a sense of pleasure and smiled slightly, as if in defiance.

"Did you know that if a bullet is loaded but not fired, it can easily damage the gun?"

These words seemed to be spoken to Yi Xue, and also to Orpheus, who was standing to the side. They sounded quite reasonable, but in this context, they carried a completely different meaning.

"Captain Iserd, you mean..."

Yi Xue asked tentatively, but to her surprise, the other party skillfully threw the question back at her.

"Actually, what I really want to know is, little Xue, what are your feelings for your older sister?"

After listening, Yi Xue thought for a second and then decided to give the other party a hard time. He used the showerhead to rinse off the foam in front of him and turned to face Iserde, who was kneeling on the ground.

Warm yellow light fell from above, casting a menacing shadow that landed directly on Iserd's pretty face.

Iserld was stunned. This thing really does have a greater impact when you look at it head-on.

Her eyes were crossed, and she couldn't look away, looking completely like a frightened and dazed girl.

That's what I meant!

Chapter 129 Iserld's Resolve, the Unyielding Will-o'-the-Wisp

"That's what I meant~ What's wrong, Sister Iserde, are you scared?"

Under Yi Xue's imposing aura, Iserd subconsciously opened his mouth wide. Seeing the other party's stunned expression, Yi Xue could understand to some extent.

In the military, it's rare to come into contact with these things, let alone for someone who is quite outstanding. It's normal to be surprised.

However, he had no intention of taking any further steps with Iserde, who was not prepared. Although she tried her best to create an ambiguous atmosphere, she was mostly just putting on a brave face.

More than that, he should think about how to say goodbye. Although he was very reluctant, he had made up his mind to go his own way, and that was not just empty talk.

Even if... I can only walk this path alone.

Seeing Yixue about to turn and leave, Iserde suddenly felt a deep fear. If she let this person leave, she might never see her again.

"and many more……"

Iserld got up and caught up with him, stopping him just before Yixue stepped out of the bathroom. She looked directly into his eyes, a hint of fear flashing in them. She was really afraid, afraid that she would miss this person.

They may continue to work together in the future, but... this opportunity may only come once.

Without further hesitation, she pulled Yixue into a tight embrace, casting aside all thoughts of avoiding suspicion. After so many years of being well-behaved, she wanted to be wild today.

A passionate kiss landed on his lips with full force. Yi Xue was stunned for a moment, but after meeting the other's eyes, he instantly understood everything. Coupled with the spontaneous influence of the dragon blood, he began to respond to the other.

Two passionate souls embraced tightly without any barriers, kissing passionately, their hands greedily roaming over each other's defined contours, trying to feel each other's warmth as much as possible, completely forgetting that there was a little will-o'-the-wisp watching nearby.

Through constant entanglements and interactions with others, Yi Xue's hormone levels have grown to a terrifying level. Possessing dragon blood and the warmth of a snowy home, he already had a natural attraction to others, but now he has become even more terrifying, a deadly poison to women. Even someone as meticulous as Iserd becomes so vulnerable in his presence after being exposed to some of his hormones.

Finally, Yi Xue could no longer bear it and pressed Iserld face down against the bathroom door.

The glass door is made of frosted glass, so you can't see inside; you can only see the general outline.

The heavy, full, and abundant substance was unexpectedly pressed against the cool but somewhat rough glass surface, instantly deformed slightly by the pressure, and spread out slightly to both sides, casting a hazy and alluring outline on the cold surface.

"Sister, do you really intend to do this?"

Hearing the voice in her ear, Iserde's eyes regained a glimmer of clarity, and she nodded emphatically. Her hands instinctively braced themselves on the cold glass, her waist slightly lowered, as if she had been prepared all along.

Although the glass in front of her couldn't reflect her current appearance, she could imagine that she must have glazed eyes, flushed cheeks like she was drunk, and rapid, heavy breathing. The meticulous and sharp-eyed captain of the defense force had disappeared, replaced by Iserde, a woman.

The feeling was so unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that it made her feel as if all the accumulation of her life so far had been crushed, but it also made her feel... a kind of terrible, almost excessively sweet, joy.

"I...want it~"

"Hey! Iserld, you're kidding, right? You really want to..."

Now that things have come to this, any attempt to stop them is pointless; Yi Xue has already launched her attack on Iserld.

"It's...it's a lie, right..."

The barrier was breached with ease, as if a well-prepared defense squad, guided by their informant, entered the hidden path that had been prepared for them, then stormed straight into the enemy's lair, ultimately seizing the sensitive and vulnerable target with ease.

"Ugh! Oh my... Oh ho~"

The enemy's blood splattered all over the secret passage. Iserd's legs suddenly went weak, and he only managed to avoid sliding down thanks to Yixue's strong arms and the support of the glass.

How strange...it doesn't hurt at all...

Iserl fell into a strange trance, a feeling she had never experienced before that made her feel like she was about to reach her peak.

Even without Yixue's conscious effort, she couldn't help but sway her slender yet incredibly flexible waist, causing her shapely, full, and rounded breasts to move.

Tunqiu, again and again, actively and with an irrepressible desire, crashes forward.

Orpheus slowly opened her eyes. The expected scream did not come, but the red that came into view still confirmed what had happened. What came into view was the extremely unfamiliar expression on Iserd's face, and the intense collision between the extremely soft and elastic waist and the thin but extremely hard waist and abdomen.

"This...this..."

The overwhelming scene before her left her speechless; she could only stare blankly, having never experienced anything like it before, and had no idea what to do.

Each impact produced a dull thud, and the soft flesh that had withstood the impact rippled with astonishing white waves, captivating Orpheus's gaze.

The plump, soft flesh slammed into the other person's taut abdominal muscles, sinking deep and then bouncing back, leaving a brief but terrible red mark.

"Ohhhh~ No... I can't take it anymore... Orpheus... Don't look at me..."

This proactive and fierce charge lasted only a short time before a series of sobbing sobs escaped Iserd's mouth, and her body convulsed violently as if she had been electrocuted!

At the same time, Yi Xue also felt the encirclement tightening from all sides in an instant!

It seems like they want to take him down in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, we underestimated him.

"hiss……"

Yi Xue took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to retaliate and completely crush her opponent, and turned over Iserde, who was still limp and trembling slightly.

To his surprise, the other party simply rolled her eyes and fainted. He never expected that Captain Iserde was such a nobody.

That's normal, though. Yi Jiang and the others had at least done some preliminary preparations before taking the next step. To directly confront Yi Xue head-on like that is already quite impressive.

However, while Iserd had burned out, Yi Xue was in a dilemma. Just as he was hesitating whether to continue like this, he heard the sound of will-o'-the-wisps behind him.

"Snow... Little Snow, please, please don't make things difficult for Iserd. I... I'm her teammate. The rest... I'll take care of it!"

It was a very firm, even touching, declaration. Of course, it would have been more convincing if it hadn't been said in this chaotic state of flooding.

"Sister Orpheus, are you sure?"

Orpheus's face turned bright red, and although he tried to cover himself with his hands in vain, he still tried to remain calm and said...

"Don't...don't underestimate it, wait a minute...what are you going to do...don't be in such a hurry! Ohhhhhh~~"

Soon, her composure was completely shattered.

After an unknown amount of time, Iserd slowly awoke, the afterglow of the previous encounter still lingering in her body. She rubbed her still-shaky head as she struggled to her feet from the bathroom floor, only to find...

"Oh my god~ Ee ee ee ee ee~ Brother Xue is so amazing, Orpheus is going to die~"

Orpheus's roar sounded as if it had been distorted.

Before her consciousness could comprehend it, her body had already involuntarily crawled over.

"Ophius...don't do such enviable things behind my back...I want to too~"

Chapter 130 The Wanderer in the Hollow

In the private bedroom of the sect leader.

It was dim and chilly. The morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains, but it couldn't warm the oppressive coolness inside.

Yi Jiang woke up, all alone, her eyes filled with an overwhelming weariness and dejection.

Even when she was previously eroded by the backlash of the Azure Sea Sword, she could still put on a brave face in front of everyone. But now... she could no longer pretend to be relaxed. It felt like a piece was missing from her chest, and she had no strength left to force a smile.

Several months have passed, a month, two months, or three months?

How long has it been since Xue'er left a message and went out alone to handle the commission? Without seeing him, Yi Jiang's sense of time has become blurred.

He disappeared without a trace after that, as if he had vanished into thin air, except for a message that was passed on to him by the defense forces, who were his partners.

She still remembered that it was a beautiful woman with long green hair, whose eyes held a hint of inner conflict as she looked at her.

"Sister, I will not return to Yunkui Mountain until everything is settled, so don't worry about me."

But how could she not worry? Xue'er was just a child; how would she survive without them?! How would they survive without them...?

Why can't he discuss things with his sister? Why does he always have to bear everything alone? Aren't they his family?

She always thought she had successfully entered Xue'er's heart. Was it all just wishful thinking on her part all along?

Yi Jiang propped herself up and stared blankly out the window.

"It's a cloudy day again..."

The recent visits to Wei Feidi gave her a sense of impending doom; beneath the bustling city, undercurrents were surging.

Could it be related to what Xue'er mentioned? She dared not think about it.

She straightened her clothes, pushed open the door, and walked out of the bedroom.

Inside the courtyard, Yi Xuan, Mu He'er, and Mo Yun'er were already waiting outside, their lowered eyes revealing the same worry as Yi Jiang's.

Yi Xuan looked up at her sister who was walking slowly towards her, her heart clenched, and her voice was hoarse and dry, carrying an undisguised weariness and stubbornness: "Sister, are you... going today too?"

Looking at the three people's haggard faces, Yi Jiang felt a pang of sadness, but still nodded gently, her voice low yet incredibly firm: "Yes, we'll go today too."

There was not a single day without it, and not a single day did we dare to stop.

As dawn broke, the four of them walked out of Suibian Temple and into the streets and alleys of Chenghuiping.

The streets were bustling with people, and the noisy marketplace seemed out of place with their desolation. The leisurely disciples of Yunkui Mountain were scattered throughout the streets and alleys, walking in pairs, silently distributing missing person notices.

On the snow-white pages, the boy's handsome and neat face was clearly printed.

"Hey... Qilin Horn."

The calls from the street made Mu He'er look in the direction of the sound. It was Hongdou, the future successor of the Tea Drinking Immortal, who seemed so flustered and cautious at the moment.

"Has it been found?"

Looking at the familiar features on the paper, Mu He'er felt a slight tingling in her nose, and finally, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Oh, I see... Go find it quickly, don't waste your time here."

Hongdou turned around, waving her fan to shoo people away as she spoke, but the tears that silently fell betrayed her unease.

She would find it, she was sure she would find it, she reminded herself.

Inside the Great Hollow of Lemnian.

A figure draped in a tattered robe walked slowly through the ruins. A large, tattered hood covered his head, beneath which was a silver helmet that resembled a masked warrior from a movie. The cold, exquisite patterns were hidden in the shadows, and his crystal-like eyes shimmered with two distinct lights: crimson and ice blue.

Beside him, a slender black-gold afterimage flickered and darted among the broken walls and ruins.

The speed was too fast to be perceived by the naked eye; only streaks of purple light could be vaguely seen appearing and disappearing in an instant, their afterimages swirling around him.

Weaving through the floating ethereal points of light, it was agile and playful, as if playing an extremely difficult game of ghost-catching with him.

"There's no time for fun and games anymore."

The crimson left eye lit up, but the voice didn't seem to come from the mouth; it rang out directly in the mind. Then, the ice-blue eye flashed, and another voice followed.

"Grab it."

Suddenly, the lone figure raised his hand and reached forward. Without any extra movement, he seemed to have already foreseen the trajectory a few seconds later and firmly grasped the black and gold afterimage that was fleeing at high speed.

"Have you had enough fun?"

His voice was flat, with a hint of nonchalant coldness.

He held the afterimage in his fingertips. It turned out to be a strangely shaped praying mantis, much larger than a normal one, about thirty centimeters long. It twisted its slender limbs in dissatisfaction, its crystal-like purple compound eyes dimmed slightly, and it let out a dejected cry.

"just……"

After being teased like this, the mantis completely lost its playful mood. Having spent months in the hollow, its only pleasure was racing against other things. Today, however, it was repeatedly intercepted by its owner's prediction. With the mentality of a child, the sense of defeat and disappointment overwhelmed it, making it feel particularly aggrieved.

A moment later, as if resigned to its fate, it obediently tucked itself up and gently climbed up his arm, quietly lying on his shoulder, its elytra lightly closed, like a beautiful ornament.