Shameless Immortal: Emperor of Ten Thousand Beauties

Chapter 264: Chapter 264: How To Make Babies

Deep inside the dark ironwood wardrobe, Shuying clutched the silk of her black robe, her breath hitching as she watched her own daughter walk into the tiger’s den wearing such a blatantly provocative outfit.

A mixture of maternal shame and intense, throbbing arousal pooled between her thighs as she pressed her face closer to the slatted wooden gaps.

The moment Wanru’s eyes met Shen Yu’s, a vivid, deep crimson flush crept up her neck and stained her cheeks.

She smiled shyly, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of her white dress.

Usually, she was quite extroverted and boldly playful during their sessions, constantly pushing the boundaries of physical proximity.

But the visceral memory of the hoarse, breathless screams and the raw, heavy slaps she had overheard echoing from this very room last night had shattered her composure.

It had left her lower belly aching with a strange, heavy wetness all night.

Steeling her resolve and desperate to secure the favor of the powerful "Senior Mo," she gathered her courage and glided across the floorboards toward him.

Abandoning her usual hesitation, she boldly wrapped her slender arms around his left arm, immediately pressing and rubbing her small, perky breasts firmly against his sleeve.

She tilted her head up, looking at him with wide, deceptively innocent eyes as she began to chirp in a sweet, melodic voice.

"Senior Mo, I actually came by late last night," she murmured, a gentle pout forming on her lips as she leaned her weight into him.

"I had finally procured the rare spiritual herb we needed for our alchemy experiment, and I was just so incredibly excited to show you. But... I knocked multiple times and didn’t get a proper response. All I heard were some strange, hoarse noises inside. What exactly were you doing in here, Senior?"

She asked the question with absolute, flawless innocence, her long eyelashes fluttering as if she truly had no understanding of the depraved acts that had occurred on the very bed behind him.

Shen Yu looked down at her upturned, blushing face, completely entertained by her performance.

’This girl is remarkably good at pretending,’ he thought, a cold, predatory amusement rippling through his veins as his arm shifted against the soft friction of her chest.

’Let’s see how long she can maintain that innocent mask.’

"Ah, little Wanru," Shen Yu rasped, seamlessly adopting Mo Liu’s facade as he looked down at her wide, fluttering eyes.

He patted the slender hand she had wrapped so tightly around his arm.

"Yesterday evening, this old man was at a critical juncture in condensing the spiritual core of a new medicine. When the fire reaches its peak, the cauldrons can echo with rather tumultuous, breathless sounds. I could not afford a single distraction to answer the door."

Wanru’s chest heaved slightly against his sleeve, her cheeks burning a deeper crimson as she processed his explanation.

She knew what she had heard wasn’t the sound of an alchemy cauldron, but the calculated lie only made her heart race faster.

"I see... I should have known Senior was dedicating himself to the peak of the craft," she murmured smoothly, her voice dripping with a carefully practiced sweetness.

"Indeed," Shen Yu replied, pulling his arm away with a slow, deliberate movement that caused her chest to rub firmly against his side one last time.

He gestured toward the grand table where several blank jade scrolls and basic spirit herbs were laid out.

"Now then, since you have brought the fresh materials, let us not waste the day. Come, let us start learning the delicate arts of heat control and fluid manipulation."

Instead of moving toward the table, Wanru remained rooted to the spot.

A sudden, bold determination flared within her gleaming eyes.

She looked at his disguised, slender frame, her lips curving into a thoroughly coquettish, playful smile.

"Senior Mo... to be completely honest, the standard textbooks of the clan are far too dull," she purred, her voice dropping into a low, seductive whisper that carried clearly across the quiet room.

"There is actually something else... something far more profound that I wish to learn from you today."

Shen Yu paused, turning his head slightly to look at her beneath the shadow of his hood.

He adopted a perfectly blank, innocent expression, his raspy voice laced with a brilliant layer of confusion.

"Oh? Something else? If it is not the standard tier-two formulas, what exactly is it that you wish this old man to teach you, little girl?"

Seeing his apparent cluelessness, Wanru lost the last remnants of her hesitation.

She took a step forward, completely closing the distance between them.

She boldly slid her arms around his waist, burying her face into his chest.

She began to sway her hips subtly, purposefully rubbing her mid-sized, exceptionally perky breasts flat against his torso, letting him feel the firm, uninhibited curves beneath the thin, translucent white silk of her dress.

Peeling her face away from his chest, she stood on her tiptoes.

Her warm, rapid breaths fanned over his chest as she whispered the taboo request that she had dreamed of all morning.

"I want you to teach me... how to make babies, Master."

Inside the dark, cramped confines of the ironwood wardrobe, Shuying’s eyes widened to the absolute limit.

Hearing her own flesh and blood utter the exact same wanton, shameless title she had used just hours prior sent a violent, electrifying shockwave straight through her core.

Her knees grew so weak that she had to brace her slick, bare hands against the wooden walls of the wardrobe to keep from collapsing entirely, her inner folds weeping torrents of fluid onto the floorboards.

Shen Yu didn’t move away.

A dark, deeply amused smile spread across his face beneath his hood as he looked down at the trap the young girl thought she was weaving around him.

"Making babies?" he muttered back, his deep, raspy chuckle vibrating heavily against her rubbing breasts.

"Wanru... do you even understand the weight of what you are asking from this old man?"

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