Since withdrawing from politics, the Wang family's attendants, servants, and guards have all retired. With "Blood Bamboo Fragrance" Shangguan Xiaoqing, "Fairy Dance" Luo Qian'er, and "Divine Needle Saintess" Yue Rushui managing the household, and with the assistance of Wang Yuexin and Wang Yueqing, the entire Wang family is well-managed, living a carefree, otherworldly life. The women of the Wang family rarely go out, and when they do, they always wear silk veils, avoiding worldly affairs. They seldom interact with people, let alone men.
Days passed, and I slowly grew to fifteen. I always felt that my mothers and sisters looked at me with increasingly strange eyes, as if there were countless threads of emotion hidden within them. Whenever I snuggled in my mothers' arms like I did when I was little, they would gently stroke my face with one hand, lean against me softly, and gently stroke my chest with the other hand, trembling slightly—after all, I was already over six feet tall. My two older sisters, who were like fairies, had grown into stunningly beautiful women, so curvaceous and sexy that it was almost blinding. Their fiery gazes always made me feel uncomfortable, but I liked being with them. Their bedrooms became my usual haunt, and my sisters were always happy to let me eat. They would often bring out the best things they themselves wouldn't eat, as if they were content just watching me do whatever I wanted.
My little sister, Xiaoyue'er, is my nemesis. It seems she always deliberately ruins my plans. Every time I'm about to go out and steal a kiss, she knows before anyone else and tries to stop me at every turn. Now she's grown into a little devil, with a figure that's breathtakingly beautiful. How can I hate her so much when I love her so much? Every time, I have to coax her like a child, holding her in my arms and kissing her cheek before she's happy and skips away. Sigh, what can I do?
She woke me up early this morning, never expecting me to sleep naked. After yanking off my blankets, I stood naked in front of her, my enormous penis standing tall and erect. Xiaoyue's gaze never left it after she saw it. The thick, nine-inch-long penis pointed directly at Xiaoyue, its purplish-red glans, the size of a small egg, protruding into the air. The veins on the penis bulged and coiled upwards, adding to its ferocious aura.
Xiaoyue's face was flushed, and she gripped the quilt tightly, as if only in this way could she muster any strength.
"Brother..." Xiaoyue murmured.
"Xiaoyue, are you trying to freeze your brother to death?" I said with a mischievous smile.
"Huh?..." Xiaoyue seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and her face turned even redder when she saw my smile. "Aren't you shy?!"
He angrily threw the blanket at me and ran away.
Hehe, Xiaoyue really wronged me. I slept naked because of last night.
The title "Perverted Idiot" truly suits me; besides being a womanizer, I'm utterly useless at fifteen. Ever since I learned I can't unleash a single ounce of magic or battle aura, I've been extremely cautious every time I try to steal a kiss. Those girls have all become stronger, making it incredibly difficult to even get close to them. Those hotties don't even need to greet me; a single fireball followed by a lightning bolt sends me running for my life. Even so, every time I play around, I always gain something. Seeing their shy expressions always gives me a sense of accomplishment and a desire to conquer.
However, this time I ran into a major obstacle. I was unexpectedly chosen to be Leng Xue, the daughter of Leng Qiufeng, the current patriarch and Grand General of the Leng family. It seems that every generation of the Leng family produces a remarkable figure, and Leng Xue is the phoenix among them. Leng Xue is a renowned talented woman in the Xianglong Empire, and a rare prodigy skilled in both magic and martial arts. By the age of fifteen, she had already reached the level of a Grand Mage and a Grand Swordsman. Since then, she has followed her father on the battlefield, and two years have passed. It is likely that she has already reached the level of a Magister and a Sword Saint at such a young age. Although there is no major war, other countries on the continent, such as the Xingyue Empire, the Carter Kingdom, and the Qifeng Empire, are all eyeing the mainland covetously, and border wars occur frequently. At this time, Leng Xue has displayed superhuman wisdom and extraordinary abilities. With her cold and beautiful appearance and invincible fighting spirit, she has already earned the title of "Blood Spear, Silver Armor, Ice Beauty" on the battlefield. Even the most audacious enemies would retreat at the mere mention of her name.
I had long heard of the Ice Beauty's fame, and my lustful heart had been moved by her countless times. This time, hearing that Leng Xue had achieved another military exploit and was returning to the capital to receive her title, I was overjoyed. Several days before the Ice Beauty's return, I began racking my brains for a safe and reliable way to steal her kiss.
Not long after the gates of the imperial capital, Balk City, opened, a vast, triumphant army, led by a strikingly beautiful and aloof young woman, slowly entered the city. The citizens lining the streets to welcome her were stunned by the beauty of their young leader. The girl, seated on her warhorse, wore gleaming silver armor and held a short, red-tasseled spear. Her cold exterior was expressionless; without a doubt, everyone knew who she was—"Blood Spear, Silver Armor, Ice Beauty" Leng Xue.
Amidst the welcoming crowd, Leng Xue slowly walked into the city. She had seen many such scenes before. Although she disliked such noisy occasions, she knew these citizens revered heroes, and she couldn't bear to go against their kindness, so she accepted this grand ceremony. However, unlike usual, she felt uneasy today, with a sense of foreboding—a feeling she had never had even when facing hundreds of thousands of enemy troops. But seeing her safely returned to the city, she thought she was just imagining things.
The townspeople, upon seeing Leng Xue, were stunned by her cold and beautiful appearance. No one cheered; they all stood there dumbfounded. Leng Xue seemed used to this, and led her army forward.
"Leng Xue, I love you!!"
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the crowd. The sound was like a thunderclap in a clear sky, so clear amidst the calm of the crowd. Later, an eighty-year-old woman recalled, "I heard that voice."
I was so touched at the time. If my husband could say those words to me in that situation, I would be willing to have another son for him! "His expression was just like that of a newlywed bride."
The tense atmosphere suddenly trembled, and everyone snapped out of their daze. Leng Xue's icy gaze swept over, only to see a handsome young man staring at her with lustful eyes. The young man stood out in the crowd with his unique charisma, radiating a pure yet ethereal aura. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his ambiguous, enigmatic face revealed a determination to win her over.
Leng Xue gave a cold snort, turned around and continued riding forward.
By this time, everyone had already figured it out.
"What are you saying? How dare you defile our revered Miss Leng Xue like this!"
"Beat him up!! He deserves to be beaten up for offending my dream girl!!"
"You deserve to be beaten up too, she's my dream girl..."
"mine!!!"
"mine..."
The crowd, already enraged by the young man's outburst, erupted into chaos and surged forward, charging at the audacious boy. The bold confessor, already fleeing in terror amidst the punches and kicks, managed to escape the fray, no longer caring about maintaining his composure.
Leng Xue glanced in the direction the man had fled, a hint of schadenfreude creeping into her icy gaze. A subordinate rushed over and said, "That's the lecherous idiot—Wang Chenyu."
"Oh?" Leng Xue's eyes lit up, thinking to herself, "So it was this idiot. I wonder if he still remembers me after we parted ways ten years ago?" Recalling that incident, a smile appeared on the corner of the ice beauty's mouth.
Wow, she's captivated another group of people.
Poor me, I'm lying in a secluded corner, brooding over this terrible idea. I almost got crushed to a pulp! It seems confessing your feelings in public is no joke, haha. I need to think of another plan.