The little brat was getting bolder by the day, even daring to peek at her while she bathed. Feng Yao's fiery gaze locked onto Lang Huan, making her swallow hard as a tight knot formed in her throat.
"Still looking?!" Feng Yao snapped, her voice sharp and low. She instinctively raised her arms to cover her chest, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
"Ohh!" Lang Huan's head shot up in shock.
Before Lang Huan could react, the sharp voices of A Li and Qiu Yue cut through the stillness. "Your Highness, are you alright?"
Lang Huan turned to leave in a hurry, but her foot slipped on the wet stone.
With a yelp, she tumbled forward—straight into the hot spring. She latched onto Feng Yao, gripping her tightly to keep from sinking.
The splash was loud, the water rippling in all directions.
"I'm okay!" Feng Yao called quickly, her voice tight as she tried to keep it steady. "No need to come in!"
Her cheeks burned, and her heart pounded wildly. Lang Huan's arms were wrapped around her, their bodies pressed together.
When Lang Huan had stood on the shore, she couldn't see Feng Yao's body clearly—only the faint outline of her figure, blurred by the shimmering water's reflection.
But now, after slipping and falling into the hot spring, the sensual scene before her was crystal clear.
"Are you going to keep holding me like this?" Feng Yao's voice broke the silence.
Lang Huan's eyes widened, and she quickly let go of her. The water sloshed between them, but the heat in her cheeks refused to fade.
Feng Yao was right in front of her, her wet hair clinging to her skin, her cheeks flushed from the sudden commotion. She wore only thin panties, and her soft chest was pressed tightly beneath her arms. It was impossible for Lang Huan to look away, but it felt like a crime to stare.
She turned her face away, her heart thundering so loudly she was sure Feng Yao could hear it.
Feng Yao found it amusing. Lang Huan had acted like a rogue, daring to peek at her—yet now, she couldn't even meet her gaze.
Feng Yao's hands slid slowly over Lang Huan's robe, down to the sash around her waist. Without a word, she untied it with a soft tug.
Lang Huan thought Feng Yao was just venting her anger out of embarrassment. Still, she let her do as she pleased.
Feng Yao's fingers slipped into Lang Huan's robe, brushing over her chest, feeling the shape of the chest wrap beneath. Then, with slow, teasing movements, her fingertips trailed down Lang Huan's ribs.
She leaned in, lips grazing Lang Huan's collarbone, a gentle lick tracing the delicate curve of her skin. Lang Huan shuddered.
Feng Yao's lips curled slightly, noticing the way Lang Huan's body tensed beneath her touch. Slowly, her tongue traced across her upper lip, leaving behind a faint, glistening sheen of moisture.
But she didn't realize—her deliberately seductive gesture had awakened the wolf's hunger inside Lang Huan.
Suddenly, Lang Huan's hand shot out and gripped her wrist, halting the caress mid-motion. An evil smirk curled across her lips, sending a shiver down Feng Yao's spine.
Lang Huan stripped off her soaked robe and flung it to the edge of the hot spring. She even loosened her chest wrap, leaving her bare to the cool night air.
That bold, dominant act left Feng Yao stunned. Instinctively, she stepped back—but Lang Huan was faster.
Raising an eyebrow, a hint of a predator's gaze in her eyes, Lang Huan grabbed Feng Yao's arm and pulled her forward. The eldest princess stumbled, falling straight into Lang Huan's embrace.
She leaned in, capturing Feng Yao's lips in a hungry, demanding kiss. Her fingers slipped into her hair, tugging free the knot until the silky strands spilled over her shoulders.
The two beautiful women kissed, completely lost in a collision of fire and unspoken desires. They were so lost in the moment, they didn't realize another pair of eyes was watching from behind a nearby rock.
The eighth princess covered her mouth with both hands, her heart racing in disbelief. Lang Huan... is a woman? Her thoughts whirled in shock. And how could her proud arrogant royal sister—Feng Yao—be tangled up in something like this?
Heat bloomed across her cheeks. She didn't dare make a sound, afraid of being caught —yet her eyes remained locked on the scene unfolding before her.
Lang Huan's tongue boldly parted Feng Yao's lips, slipping past her teeth in a heated invasion. Their tongues tangled and sucked at each other.
Lang Huan's lips left Feng Yao's, trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. Her tongue flicked out to taste the soft, sensitive skin, licking and sucking at Feng Yao's collarbone, leaving faint red marks.
Her hand cupped Feng Yao's breast, fingers spreading wide to knead the soft flesh, her thumb brushing lightly over the hardened peak. She pinched it gently, and Feng Yao gasped, her body shivering as the sudden spark of pleasure shot through her.
Without warning, Lang Huan lifted Feng Yao into her arms, making the eldest princess gasp in surprise. She carried her over to a large, smooth rock, gently placing her down on top of her discarded robe. The soft fabric cushioned Feng Yao's bare skin, while the warm glow of the lantern light bathed her exposed body, making her beauty almost ethereal.
Lang Huan's eyes darkened with unrestrained hunger as she stood before Feng Yao who sat bare. She kissed every inch of her skin carefully. Her lips closed over the red, swollen peak, her tongue flicking against it before she sucked hard, drawing a moan from Feng Yao's lips.
Feng Yao's head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as she melted under the sensation. Her hands tangled in Lang Huan's hair, pulling her closer, as if trying to press them even tighter together. Her other hand clutched at the rock beneath her, her body arching instinctively, silently begging for more.
"Ngghh… ahh..." A soft moan escaped her lips, melting into the still night air. Her heart raced wildly, her body trembling under Lang Huan's mouth.
Suddenly, sharp voices echoed through the stillness, startling both A Li and Qiu Yue.
"Your Highness...?" they called out in alarm.
Panic flickered across Feng Yao's flushed face, but she quickly took a deep, steadying breath.
"I'm fine," she called back, trying to keep her voice steady. "Don't come... and cover your ears."
There was a tense pause. Qiu Yue's voice returned, hesitant and unsure.
"Your Highness...?"
Feng Yao's patience snapped, her voice sharp and commanding.
"I said—stay back and cover your ears. That is an order."
Qiu Yue flinched at the sudden sharpness in Feng Yao's tone, her eyes wide in shock.
"Yes, Your Highness!" she stammered, tugging on A Li's sleeve. "Cover your ears, now!"
The two women quickly pressed their hands over their ears, exchanging bewildered glances as they did so.
Lang Huan chuckled softly against Feng Yao's skin, Feng Yao bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to stifle her voice as Lang Huan's tongue circled one reddened peak. Lang Huan's lips closed around it again and sucking it.
Her lips left the hardened peaks and trailed kisses down the smooth flat of Feng Yao's belly, her tongue flicking across the delicate skin. When she reached Feng Yao's navel, she paused, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes, circling the sensitive spot with her tongue.
She slowly lifted Feng Yao's legs onto the rock, parting them gently as she bent her knees. With a firm tug, she tore away the thin panties clinging to her. Then, without warning, her lips parted, and her tongue flicked out—tracing the soft, hidden petals between her thighs.
Feng Yao gasped, her body jolting at the sudden, overwhelming sensation. Her hands scrambled, fingers gripping the rough rock beneath her as she tried to steady herself.
Lang Huan's tongue moved like a dancer, teasing and tasting. She dipped her tongue deeper, slipping into the small, trembling entrance, savoring her completely.
"Ah… Lang Huan… nghh... Lang Huan…"
Feng Yao's voice broke on a moan, her body arching instinctively toward the source of pleasure. Her cheeks flushed deep pink as she gasped for air, lips parted in helpless surrender. Lang Huan's tongue found the sensitive, reddened bud hidden within the folds, circling it slowly before closing her lips around it and sucking.
Feng Yao's entire body tensed, her thighs trembling "Lang Huan… ahh… don't… Lang Huan…"
A high-pitched moan escaped her lips as her body stiffened, the wave of climax crashing over her. Her nails dug into Lang Huan's shoulders—hard enough to draw blood. Warmth wetness pooled beneath her as her body trembled in release. Gasping, she collapsed against Lang Huan.
Feng Xiyan's heart pounding erratically. The intimate scene between Lang Huan and her sister didn't disgust her—instead, a strange fascination bloomed inside her, along with a heat low in her belly she didn't quite understand.
But just then, in her daze, her hand brushed against something cold and scaly. Her eyes widened in horror. A small snake was slithering beneath her fingertips.
A sharp gasp tore from her throat.
"A-ah!"