Witchhazel

[Warning: Mature Content]
"Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?"
"For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant."

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. "Say you want me," he whispered.

"Bai Ye—" I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

"Bai Ye …" I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. "Of course I want you … Right here, right now."

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.

Be Gentle, Immortal Master

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New Book: His Naughty Lessons

<p>We were extra careful watching our backs for the next few days, and none of the new artifacts we found suffered the same fate again. Based on Xie Lun and Wen Shiyin's past experiences, the number and quality of prizes we had claimed were much better than average, which suggested that our search strategy worked out quite well.</p>

<p>"I'm taking this brush when we're done," Peng Yao said as Xie Lun stowed our eighth trophy into his storage—the group had decided to leave all prizes with him for now and redistribute them together at the end. "I've been begging my master long enough for a better paintbrush, but he kept saying the good ones are too hard to come by. I'll fight one of you if that's what it takes to get this."</p>

Beat Them at Their Own Game