Yao Ji had seen Ye Chonglou only a handful of times since she'd arrived in this world. Back then, the master of Boundless Sea Pavilion was still Le Yin Furen, Ye Chonglou's teacher. It wasn't until Le Yin Furen's death six years ago that Ye Chonglou took over the sect. Yao Ji had overheard her instructors gossiping, mentioning how it was Ye Chonglou, not Le Yin Furen, who had proposed taking in orphaned girls like themselves and raising them.
From then on, Yao Ji had kept an eye on him. Ye Chonglou wasn't often present in Green Abyss Valley, but judging by the reverence and awe the disciples held for him, coupled with tales of his exceptional martial arts skills and mysterious mastery of poisons, she knew he was a force to be reckoned with.
Considering this, Yao Ji acted with even greater deference. She guessed Ye Chonglou's arrival concerned the final assessment. As expected, her instructor said, "Nian Yao, disrobe."
Yao Ji's heart tightened. She took a deep breath, maintaining a calm facade as she began to undress. In moments, she was down to her undergarments. Her slender hands trembled slightly as she reached behind her neck, untying the strings of her top.
The room, illuminated by countless night pearls, cast a revealing glow. Ye Chonglou sat in the seat of honor, watching as the last vestiges of the girl's clothing drifted to the floor like fallen butterfly wings, revealing skin as smooth and white as jade, even more luminous than the pearls themselves.
Her figure was exquisitely curved and delicate, her skin flawless and unblemished. Even the delicate mound between her legs was a pristine white, marking her as a rare "White Tiger." She resembled a figure sculpted from jade, her pert, budding br3asts tipped with two rosy peaks—the only spots of color against the expanse of white—making her all the more captivating.
The instructor, clearly pleased with Yao Ji, the most exceptional among the girls, nodded to Ye Chonglou. "Master, please observe. This is Nian Yao, as I mentioned. She excels in every aspect. If there's any shortcoming," she paused, then smiled, "it's that her br3asts are not particularly large."
Ye Chonglou's gaze followed her words to the girl's upturned br3asts. Indeed, they weren't large, but they were firm and perfectly shaped, their color delicate and alluring. He said indifferently, "It's of no consequence. They can still grow."
This was the first time Yao Ji had heard Ye Chonglou's voice. Despite the suggestive topic, his tone was cold and detached, like ice, each syllable laced with a chilling indifference.
The instructor nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Master. Nian Yao is only just sixteen." Still young, still unripe. With a man's touch, wouldn't those br3asts have ample opportunity to blossom? Growing more eager, the instructor continued, "Nian Yao, sit on the couch. Show the Master your treasure."
Yao Ji fought back a wave of shame. She had thought the humiliation of baring her body and performing l3wd acts for her instructors was the limit of her degradation, but now she was expected to do the same before a strange man. Yet, she couldn't resist, couldn't show even a flicker of discontent.
Any sign of defiance would be met with swift and brutal punishment. Eleven years of enduring hardship would be for nothing.
So, she obeyed. Spreading her long, elegant legs, she exposed the delicate flower at their center beneath Ye Chonglou's cold, penetrating gaze.
Ye Chonglou's eyes darkened imperceptibly. The instructor continued her relentless praise, describing Nian Yao's unique qualities and exceptional sensitivity. While the other girls, through careful conditioning with herbs, had been trained to respond readily to men, Nian Yao was naturally so. Even the sweet nectar that flowed from her core when aroused possessed a uniquely intoxicating fragrance.
As if to illustrate the instructor's words, the girl, legs spread wide, leaned back against the couch. Perhaps from nerves, a faint blush colored her skin. Though no one had touched her, the mere act of being observed caused her delicate folds to flutter open and close like a pearl-bearing oyster, droplets of dew glistening between them.
"Since you speak so highly of her, let's see a demonstration," Ye Chonglou said flatly.
The instructor faltered. The Master had only glanced at the other girls before dismissing them. Quickly recovering, she smiled. "Nian Yao, you heard the Master."
During her training, Yao Ji had performed countless such "demonstrations." Now, with her body exposed and her modesty shattered, a strange calmness settled over her. Her mind emptied of all emotion. Without hesitation, she reached between her legs, her fingers caressing the delicate petals. Following the familiar routine—"stroke, rub, then twist"—she manipulated herself until her lips were swollen and engorged, her cl1t peeking out from its hood.
Then, she slipped a finger inside, parting the delicate folds. Her passage, untouched and v1rginal, was sensitive. Inserting only half a finger, she began to slowly pump.