Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation - Chapter 52: Not Open Enough

“In this world, only four women know about my identity as a cultivator. You’re all my girlfriends, so you should respect each other. There’s no need to be jealous all the time. If you want fairness, then both of you can sleep with me tonight,” Zhou Lang said with a mischievous grin, attempting to defuse the growing tension between Ivanova and Zhao Xiaorou.

He thought to himself that since both of them were still virgins, the idea of all three sharing a bed might make them uncomfortable. He hoped his bold suggestion would stop the jealousy. Even he felt embarrassed after saying it, his ears turning red.

“I agree,” Ivanova replied, her face flushing, but she quickly accepted.

“Who said anything about sleeping together?”

Zhao Xiaorou retorted. She and Ivanova had received different upbringings, and she couldn’t accept such an idea right away.

“Zhao Xiaorou, you said it yourself, so tonight it’s just me and Brother Lang,” Ivanova smiled slightly, clearly feeling victorious in their little contest.

“Hmph!”

Zhao Xiaorou snorted, glaring at Zhou Lang before changing the subject.

“I know that Leng Xinyue, the wife of Secretary Lei Gang, also knows about your identity as a cultivator. Who else knows? Don’t tell me there are other women besides the two of us! Is it Li Mengxue?”

“Where are you getting these ideas? The other person who knows is my cousin. Li Mengxue doesn’t know anything,” Zhou Lang explained. For the first time, he mentioned Xiaoxi, the spirit of the ancestral bronze coin, in front of both Zhao Xiaorou and Ivanova, laying the groundwork for her eventual appearance.

“You have a cousin?”

Zhao Xiaorou and Ivanova asked simultaneously.

“Yes, her name is Zhou Xi. She’ll be coming to Feiyun City soon and might need to stay with me for a bit,” Zhou Lang said.

“That’s no problem. When she comes, I’ll share my bed with her,” Zhao Xiaorou offered.

“Brother Lang, it’s getting late. Let’s go to bed,” Ivanova urged softly. In truth, if all three of them were to sleep together, she would feel extremely shy. But she had gambled that Zhao Xiaorou wouldn’t be able to handle the idea and would back down. Her gamble paid off, and she was quite pleased with herself.

“Xiaorou, you should get some rest too,” Zhou Lang said awkwardly as he stood up. He and Ivanova then headed toward his bedroom.

“That vixen! She wants to take control over me,” Zhao Xiaorou fumed as she watched Ivanova cling to Zhou Lang. She was furious but didn’t want to start a fight with Ivanova, nor could she barge into Zhou Lang’s room. Frustrated, she returned to her room.

…

Zhou Lang and Ivanova entered the bedroom and turned on the light. The soft lighting made the room feel warm and intimate, causing both of their hearts to race.

“Brother Lang, your room is so tidy. Did Zhao Xiaorou do all the cleaning for you?”

Ivanova asked after looking around.

“I did it myself,” Zhou Lang replied with a smile.

Ivanova felt even more delighted. She not only liked strong men but also men with a sense of order and style. Zhou Lang fit that description perfectly, and she felt she had chosen well.

“It’s late. Let’s take a shower and go to bed,” Ivanova said, placing her bag on the bed.

“You didn’t bring a change of clothes,” Zhou Lang pointed out.

“I did.”

Ivanova pulled out a set of clothes from her bag — a camisole, hot pants, and some very thin undergarments.

Her undergarments were so delicate they were nearly transparent, and the panties were of the thong variety. Seeing this, Zhou Lang couldn’t help but feel a rush of heat. He realized that if he ended up sleeping next to Ivanova tonight, he might not be able to control himself. He wasn’t at the Golden Core stage of cultivation yet, and he couldn’t afford to engage in intimate relations with women who weren’t trained in dual cultivation techniques.

“The bathroom is outside. It’s shared,” Zhou Lang hurriedly said, trying to avoid staring at her delicate undergarments.

“Brother Lang, have you already showered? How about we shower together?”

Ivanova teased, reigniting the fire that Zhou Lang had just managed to suppress.

“I’ve already showered,” Zhou Lang replied, his face flushing. It wasn’t as though he had never shared a bath with someone before, but that had only been with Xiaoxi. Xiaoxi was different; as the spirit of the ancestral bronze coin, she was destined to be his woman and could only belong to him. Their relationship had been preordained by his ancestors.

“Come on, let’s shower together. We’re already boyfriend and girlfriend, after all,” Ivanova said, her face also turning a little red. This was a first for her, too.

Zhou Lang hesitated, worried that Zhao Xiaorou might see them, but the idea of sharing a shower with Ivanova, this beautiful mixed-race woman, was incredibly tempting. In the end, he was just a normal man with emotions and desires, so he agreed.

Besides, Ivanova was right. They were already a couple, and if he didn’t agree to such an intimate suggestion, he’d be the one lacking passion.

They went to the bathroom together, and soon enough, they were standing before each other, completely bare. Both of them had perfect physiques. In the steamy bathroom, Ivanova’s body appeared even more radiant and seductive, her chest especially prominent, and her legs long and alluring.

As for Zhou Lang, his body was perfectly proportioned. He didn’t look particularly muscular at first glance, but once he took off his clothes, his lean and defined muscles became apparent, with not an ounce of fat.

He hadn’t always been so fit. Before, he wasn’t into sports, and his physique had been pretty average. But ever since bonding with the ancestral bronze coin, Xiaoxi had helped open his meridians and used medicinal baths to cleanse his body of impurities. His body had transformed into something flawless, more sculpted than even the most athletic men.

“Brother Lang, how is your body so perfect?”

Ivanova asked in awe. She quickly walked over to Zhou Lang, squeezing his firm arms and running her hands over his chest.

Zhou Lang’s breath hitched as she reached up to touch his chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles.

Zhou Lang was already struggling to keep his composure, and now Ivanova’s teasing made it impossible to hold back. He pulled her into his arms, his hands exploring her body.

Ivanova pressed her body against him, her soft curves molding to his hardness. She looked up into his eyes, her lips parted in anticipation, and Zhou Lang couldn’t help but lean down and capture her mouth with his own. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other’s mouths in a heated exchange. Ivanova moaned softly as Zhou Lang’s hands began to wander, tracing the curves of her body. He moved his hands lower, cupping her buttocks and pulling her even closer. Ivanova gasped as she felt his erection pressed against her stomach. She could feel the desire coursing through her veins.

…

Meanwhile, Zhao Xiaorou was in her room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

“That mixed-race woman is something. They say the first to act holds the advantage, but I didn’t expect her to be more aggressive than me, the so-called main wife. How annoying,” Zhao Xiaorou thought, growing more and more upset. Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, she imagined what might be happening and became even more frustrated.

Finally, she gave up on trying to sleep, cracked her door open, and sat on a small stool by the door, keeping a close eye on what was happening in the living room.

Half an hour later, Zhou Lang and Ivanova finished their shower and returned to the bedroom.

As they passed through the living room, Zhao Xiaorou saw them.

“That Ivanova is something. I guess I wasn’t open enough before. No wonder Brother Lang went looking for someone else,” Zhao Xiaorou thought as she watched Ivanova’s seductive figure in her camisole and hot pants. Though she was angry, she also realized she had learned something important.