Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 94 : He’s Probably an Honest, Simple Little Boy
Chapter 94 : He’s Probably an Honest, Simple Little Boy
Chapter 94: He’s Probably an Honest, Simple Little Boy
The door to the medicinal garden woodshed stood open.
Wind slipped through the torn window paper, carrying with it a dry, irritating chill.
The sound of scripture chanting lingered endlessly in the air, refusing to fade.
Not far ahead, the female woodcutter hung suspended from the ceiling beam, tightly bound.
Golden cloth strips sealed her eyes, ears, and mouth shut—
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
Zhang Su stood beside a pile of straw with her palms pressed together, eyes closed in devout concentration.
“Pa!”
Suddenly, a cord snapped apart.
Immediately afterward came the sound of sandalwood prayer beads clattering across the floor.
Her prayer beads scattered everywhere, several rolling into the firewood pile in the corner before silently disappearing.
The Purification Altar Talisman burst into flames.
Purple currents illuminated a thin layer of sweat upon Zhang Su’s gentle and beautiful face.
She had failed again.
The great purity power of the Immaculate Glazed Body had circulated through the female woodcutter’s body countless times, yet she still could not find the Demonic Seed, as though the thing Fang Chang spoke of had never existed at all.
However,
She could always sense a kind of ‘gnawing’ within the woman’s body.
Like ink seeping into rice paper, little by little, irreversibly devouring a person’s sanity completely.
Over these past few days, Zhang Su had attempted five different methods.
Every single time, she believed she had discovered the key.
Every single time, it ended the same way.
She turned her head, her gaze landing upon the main house within the courtyard.
Fang Chang had gone over there.
The air carried the smell of blood.
During these past days, she had no idea what he had been tinkering with. Occasionally he went out, and whenever he returned, it was often like this.
Without this Corpse Puppet of hers,
It seemed his actions were not hindered in the slightest.
And he simply allowed Zhang Su to continue her treatment attempts.
Sometimes, when he looked at her, his gaze always carried that irritating frivolity and contempt.
‘Amitabha.’
Zhang Su silently recited the Buddha’s name.
Steadying her trembling state of mind.
She had long since stopped fearing Fang Chang as much as before, and had even believed she somewhat understood him.
—‘Kind by nature, merely ruthless in method.’
But after the matter involving Cui Wenxi and these recent experiences,
His actions had once again become demonic in nature.
‘Can I truly persuade him back toward goodness?’
Zhang Su picked the prayer beads up one by one.
As she moved, her wide gray monk robes stretched faintly taut, outlining the tight curve of her hips.
For some reason,
Her mind suddenly recalled that day in the southern forest.
In truth, she had seen Zhao Yuntong crouching before Fang Chang long ago.
Those sticky, filthy sounds had simply been too piercing.
Especially clear within the forest.
And even more fatal—
She realized she had dreamed about that scene.
In the dream, it was herself kneeling before Fang Chang while he pressed a hand atop her head, gentle yet forceful.
‘If you submit, I will teach you the method to eradicate Demonic Seeds.’
That was what Fang Chang said in the dream while her entire body trembled.
Completely unable to resist her master’s control over a Corpse Puppet.
If she submitted, she would break her vows.
If she refused, she would stand by and watch people die.
This humble nun... what should I do?
“Amitabha!”
Zhang Su’s chanting grew louder, and more unsteady.
No...
I will not break my vows... nor will I watch people die without helping...
I can do both.
I can definitely do both!
My understanding of Demonic Seeds has already improved considerably. There is still hope... there is still hope.
Zhang Su tightly clenched the sandalwood prayer beads in her hand.
‘Crack—’
One corner shattered apart.
...
...
“Zitan, are we really staying here?”
Inside a small side room of the medicinal garden,
Song Zitan leaned against the window, exposing half her head while watching Fang Chang pass through the courtyard.
Seeing no response from her, her companion froze.
“Zitan!”
“Ah?”
Song Zitan snapped back to her senses and turned around blankly. “What is it?”
“I said, are we really staying here?”
Her companion’s face was filled with worry. “Don’t you think this is strange? Cultivators from outside enter Twin Su Manor every single day, yet after all this time, not a single one has come back down the mountain.”
She looked toward the distant fortified manor.
They still had not fully entered the manor itself. Twin Su Manor sat atop a small hill, and from the foot of the mountain, they could easily peer over the walls and see inside.
“Really? Speaking of which, Fang Chang hasn’t come to speak to me even once in three days. Do you think he’s deliberately trying to keep me hanging? Such a clumsy tactic.”
“Zitan!”
Her companion grew somewhat exasperated.
“I think we should leave already. This place really feels wrong!”
Under normal circumstances, her companion would have stopped caring about her long ago.
But after Song Zitan risked her life to pull her away previously, she had truly been moved.
“Oh, alright, alright. Were you frightened by those One Brush Studio cultivators from before? Fang Chang already said that bandits often rob people along these trade roads. I think those cultivators simply relied on their righteous identities to commit evil acts. They weren’t good people to begin with.”
“But... but earlier, the disciples from the Grand White Sword Sect and Taiyi Talisman Palace who were aboard the flying boat also entered, and none of them have come back out yet.”
“Perhaps they already left long ago.”
Song Zitan pulled several accessories from her Spirit Pouch. Picking up a hairpin, she inserted it into her hair.
“Does this look pretty?”
“I think this one looks better...”
“Really? Would Fang Chang like it?”
“That man looks gloomy and sinister, but he’s handsome enough that he probably doesn’t lack women. He likely wouldn’t care for such ordinary worldly things.”
“I don’t think so.”
Song Zitan curled her lips dismissively.
“Oh? Does Senior Sister Zitan have some profound insight?”
“It’s precisely because he’s too handsome that women feel inferior around him. Everyone thinks like you do—that he doesn’t lack women—so hardly any women actually approach him... As for him, he’s probably an honest, simple little boy whose Primordial Yang hasn’t leaked yet.”
“...Uh, that seems unlikely.”
“You don’t know this, but that day while crossing the river and boarding the flying boat, he was staring at my butt! That look in his eyes—I could tell immediately he was inexperienced!”
Her companion stared wide-eyed in shock.
“Really?”
“Of course. He was staring so intensely too!”
“But speaking of which, aren’t all of us Enchantress Path disciples who haven’t graduated still inexperienced ourselves? Where did your ‘I could tell immediately’ come from?”
Song Zitan’s cheeks flushed bright red.
She certainly was not about to admit that she learned it from reading erotic paintings.
...
...
A white blur darted across the roof beam.
Little Tai Sui’s eyes were vacant as she slammed forward like a block of wood.
Bang!
The roof tiles trembled violently while large clouds of dust cascaded downward.
Little Tai Sui crashed to the ground entangled with that white blur, her hands twisting a white snake into a knotted mess.
“I couldn’t be bothered dealing with you, yet you came here stealing food.”
Fang Chang lifted his gaze and saw Little Tai Sui foolishly clutching a white snake.
The snake’s body was entirely snow-white, its scales faintly glowing.
Its red snake pupils shrank painfully while its tongue flicked rapidly, unable to make a sound.
Little Tai Sui squeezed harder, causing the white snake to open its jaws in a silent scream of agony.
“Later, I’ll go catch a leopard too and make a budget version of Dragon-Tiger Soup.”
As though understanding him, the snake’s crimson pupils looked toward Fang Chang with pleading fear.
Little Tai Sui, however, clearly did not understand. She was nearly as tall as Fang Chang now. Tilting her head, she bit her finger and forcibly attempted to act cute.
Fang Chang burst into laughter.
He snatched the white snake from Little Tai Sui’s hands, walked to the window, and casually tossed it outside.
The white snake crashed onto the ground and looked toward Fang Chang in confusion.
“You’re still staring? I really will eat you.”
“Hisswuuuu~~~”
The snake hurriedly fled in panic.
Fang Chang smiled faintly.
Then, from the corner of his eye, something appeared in the sky.
A flying boat from Canglan Mountain slowly approached from the distance. From afar, he could vaguely see five or six cultivators chatting cheerfully aboard it.
Fang Chang let out a sneer.
“They’re practically about to begin and only now you arrive. Isn’t this a bit too late, Canglan Mountain?”