I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 105 A Pair of Peaks That Could Suppress the Nine Heavens

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 A Pair of Peaks That Could Suppress the Nine Heavens

Ye Jian froze mid-step. The voice was soft, almost teasing, but there was a clear weight behind it.

She was so focused on slipping into Lin Feng’s chamber that she let her guard down at that moment.

"I think it’s a little late to be wandering around the house," it continued, laced with subtle amusement.

Ye Jian’s heart skipped a beat.

She turned toward the sound and saw a figure emerging from one of the rooms.

The door slowly opened, revealing the graceful body of a beautiful woman.

"Teacher Ning Xi? I’m surprised to see you still awake," Ye Jian said, her voice light and seemingly innocent, the soft curve of a smile tugging at her lips.

Her nightdress flowed slightly as she shifted her weight, the dim lantern light making her silhouette even more alluring.

"I just found it far too hot inside my room, so I decided to take a walk to get some fresh air. How about you? Why are you still awake? Shouldn’t you be taking your beauty rest? Go to sleep now, or you’ll end up with untimely wrinkles, completely destroying your natural appeal to men."

Ning Xi’s lips curved into a faint smirk, her blue eyes glinting with amusement.

"I doubt that will happen to me anytime soon. Not for at least several hundred years," she replied, her tone calm but carrying an unspoken warning.

"So you’ve also gained quite a lot from dinner earlier. Congratulations, Teacher Ning Xi. It seems Spirit Spring Academy may soon have its fourth Qi Condensation Realm mentor," Ye Jian said.

A full minute passed in thick, suffocating silence before someone finally broke the stalemate.

"Teacher Ye Jian... are you going into Teacher Lin Feng’s room?" Ning Xi asked bluntly, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.

Her tone was calm, but beneath it simmered unmistakable tension.

She was clearly done with veiled words, polite smiles, and carefully chosen phrases.

Her eyes slowly traveled over Ye Jian’s figure, taking in every detail.

Ye Jian was wearing a crimson nightdress that stopped well above her knees, revealing her long, smooth, creamy-white legs.

The fabric clung lightly to her body, tracing the graceful curves of her waist and hips, accentuating her figure in a way that was impossible to ignore.

There was, of course, absolutely nothing improper about the garment itself.

The only problem was that there was nothing underneath the red dress at all.

No shadow of lace. No faint elastic line across hip or waist.

No soft triangle of fabric between her thighs to preserve even the illusion of modesty.

Just smooth, uninterrupted porcelain skin beneath the clinging silk, and the unmistakable way the material molded itself to every swell and hollow.

The dress was so short that each careful step threatened to reveal more... already the hem rode high enough to expose the full length of her creamy thighs, the gentle inward curve where they met, the shadowed promise hidden just out of sight.

But it was the upper portion that truly stole breath and reason.

The silk was stretched taut across Ye Jian’s chest, pulled drum-tight by the generous weight of her twin mountains.

They sat high and full, heavy enough that the fabric could barely contain them and the deep V-neckline plunged low between them, offering a long, shadowed valley that invited the eye to linger, to imagine tracing that line with fingertips, with tongue.

And at the very peaks... shamelessly, proudly... two hard, distinct points pressed outward against the thin silk like ripe berries begging to be tasted.

The two pink cherry buds were erect, obviously visible through the thin crimson, their shape perfectly defined... thick, slightly upturned, the kind that made fabric tent and cling rather than hide.

Every shallow breath she took made them rise and fall in slow, hypnotic rhythm.

Every tiny shift of her shoulders sent a fresh ripple through the silk, dragging the material across those sensitive tips until they stiffened even further... delicate, insistent ripe peaks that seemed to demand attention, to dare anyone watching to look away

"I am. I just have something to ask Young Master Lin Feng. It won’t take long, I assure you," Ye Jian said lightly.

"I don’t believe you," Ning Xi replied at once, her tone firm despite the softness in her voice.

"What you believe doesn’t matter to me, Teacher Ning Xi," Ye Jian said calmly.

Then her lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile.

"And besides... what if I do more than just ask him something inside his room? What if he allows it? What if he’s been waiting for it to happen tonight, and all I need to do is go to him to find out?"

Her words hung heavily in the quiet courtyard, thick with unspoken meaning.

Ye Jian’s gaze drifted deliberately over Ning Xi’s modest white nightdress.

It was loose and long, nearly brushing her feet, clearly concealing undergarments beneath.

Compared to Ye Jian’s own crimson nightdress... short, fitted, and bold... the contrast was striking.

One was temptation while the other was restraint.

Then Ye Jian tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing with playful curiosity.

"Teacher Ning Xi... do you even know what happens between a man and a woman behind closed doors?"

"Of course I know," Ning Xi replied quickly, her face heating up.

"I’m not naïve, and I’m not a child. They... hug, and they... kiss."

"And then?" Ye Jian asked softly, her voice dropping a notch, pressing just a little harder.

"What do you mean? Is there more to what happens beyond that?" Ning Xi asked, genuinely puzzled.

Her innocence was painfully obvious.

All her life, her focus had been on cultivation, discipline, and responsibility.

Romance had always been secondary, and intimacy something distant and abstract.

Even at twenty years old, her understanding of such matters remained simple, untested, and incomplete.

Ye Jian’s smile deepened, not unkindly, but with the quiet confidence of someone who had already stepped into a world Ning Xi had only glimpsed from afar.

"You poor, innocent little Ning Xi," Ye Jian mused to herself, clearly amused and delighted by how events were unfolding.