Zi Ling Temple.
Inside the small room of a large ancient temple, the dim light of an oil lamp did nothing to make the place feel any less cold.
*The sound of high heels hitting the floor.*
The voices of two women could vaguely be heard in his ears. What they were saying, he couldn't hear clearly—and didn't bother to care. His strong eyes closed again, not knowing why it hurt so much.
The two women did not notice. They continued to talk positively.
"You have to save her, sis~" the girl with twintails hugged Shen Ruohan's arm tightly, her voice both whiny and adorable.
Under the relentless mental assault from her younger sister, Shen Ruohan let out a sigh. Though she didn't want to, she had no choice but to give in.
"Fine. I understand, Shen Yuxi. Bring the herbs here."
Shen Yuxi's eyes lit up, her full breasts bouncing wildly through the air as she dashed out of the room.
As Shen Yuxi's figure disappeared beyond the doorway, Shen Ruohan found herself mildly surprised. It was the first time she had seen Shen Yuxi so enthusiastic—especially over a complete stranger.
"Has the sun really risen in the west?"
Shen Ruohan wasn't sure either, nor did she particularly care. She simply assumed Shen Yuxi was doing it to return a favor.
"Anyway, Shen Yuxi owes him her life. As the older sister, she will repay the debt on Shen Yuxi's behalf", she thought to herself, her face contorted as if she was about to sacrifice something precious.
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One incense stick later.
Shen Yuxi finally returned, a metal pail in her left hand and a steaming bowl of green medicine in her right. Beaming with excitement, she sat cross-legged on the floor across from Shen Ruohan.
Shen Ruohan cast a cautious glance toward the young man lying on the bed. His eyes remained shut, and only then did she allow herself a quiet sigh of relief. It wasn't worry for his well-being—she simply feared he might open his eyes and catch sight of her in such a compromising moment.
The white tank top slipped from her shoulders and landed on the polished floor. It was soon followed by a seductive black bra, size E—faint yellow stains visible on the inner lining. All that remained on her body was a single pair of denim shorts.
Shen Ruohan drained the bowl of medicine, then closed her eyes in meditation. A dense surge of blue qi poured from her body, sweat cascading like a waterfall as the sharp scent of medicinal herbs flooded the entire room.
The dense stream of green energy coiling around Shen Ruohan's body gradually faded and disappeared. Her nipples had hardened, and her breasts trembled slightly—as if something was about to burst forth.
Shen Yuxi's lips latched onto Shen Ruohan's nipple with teasing determination, while her free hand roamed the other nipple—pinching, circling, and rolling it between her fingers. Her tongue danced in slow, deliberate circles before sealing her lips and drawing in a deep, lingering suck. When met with silence, her eagerness only intensified, each motion more seductive than the last.
A woman's nipple was laced with nerves, unbearably sensitive—just a single touch was enough to make Shen Ruohan let out a soft, involuntary moan.
"Mm... Aaah..."
That warmth... that wetness... blurred Shen Ruohan's mind. Her entire body trembled lightly with pleasure, her thighs instinctively squeezing tight around her pussy. Her wicked mouth was about to let out another moan—only to be silenced as she clamped her own hand over it just in time.
A string of saliva flowed from Shen Yuxi's lips, glistening in the dim light—then, without warning, a stream of hot milk erupted in a perfect parabola. Shen Ruohan gripped her breast tightly, controlling the flow of milk precisely as it fell straight into the bucket.
Another half hour passed.
A full bucket of milk was finished. Shen Yuxi lay on the ground, her chest heaving with exhaustion, her mouth aching from sucking too much, a trace of milk still stuck to the corner of her lips.
Milk had splattered across the floor and clung to Shen Ruohan's flawless, naked body. Even her nipples still leaked faint trickles of milk, her entire body trembling. Like Shen Yuxi, she was utterly exhausted.
Born with an unusual ability called the Holy Mother Body, which allows the owner to secrete divine milk without the need to become pregnant.
The first awakening was at the age of 18. That day, she and Shen Yuxi hid from their grandfather and went to the mountain behind the brothel. Unfortunately, the two sisters were attacked by a group of low-level magical beasts.
To protect Shen Ruohan, Shen Yuxi was bitten on the arm by the demonic beast. The wound wasn't serious, but for someone like Shen Yuxi—who had yet to awaken any supernatural power—it nearly cost her her life.
Fortunately, the villagers arrived just in time to save Shen Yuxi, but it also caused her to fall into a deep coma for three long days. Shen Ruohan stayed by her side, caring for her throughout. When Shen Yuxi finally showed signs of regaining consciousness, Shen Ruohan was filled with immense joy, and in that moment, her milk began to flow. A few drops fell onto the bandaged wound, and miraculously, the bite began to heal.
From that moment on, Shen Ruohan realized the bizarre condition tied to this power—only through overwhelming pleasure or intense joy could she awaken its effects.
And that young man, aside from Shen Yuxi, was the first man to savor the sacred nectar her body could produce.
She cleaned up the battlefield in one swift go, then carried the peacefully sleeping Shen Ruohan out of the room. Before that, Shen Yuxi had carefully divided the milk in the pail into several small plastic bottles and neatly arranged them on the nightstand, ready to be drunk once he awoke.
The soft thud of the closing door echoed—and his eyes snapped open.