As both breasts were revealed, the *qipao* was reduced to a mere strip of purple fabric, wedged firmly between her soft, snow-white mounds.
With her back and shoulders already completely bare, Jiang Yingji appeared, in the blink of an eye, to be half-nude, vast expanses of her porcelain skin exposed to the air.
The *qipao* the old servant had procured was less of a proper garment and more of an erotic costume.
It was, in fact, far more alluring when worn than when removed; the design allowed the fabric to be pulled and lodged between her breasts with almost no resistance—as if that were the very purpose for which this "qipao" had been crafted.
The old servant had chosen this piece with malicious intent, envisioning a scenario where, while Jiang Yingji slept, one could simply give a gentle tug...
As it turned out, however, it was Li Dong who became the first to reap this "benefit."
Li Dong's eyes widened as he gazed at those perfectly rounded, snow-white breasts. He could even make out the faint, delicate blue veins beneath the smooth, translucent, ivory-white skin of her full, swelling bosoms.
Though he fought desperately to restrain himself, he found it impossible to tear his gaze away.
The sight of her pale, soft nipples—tinged with a delicate, rosy hue—ignited an intense, primal urge to suckle. It was not merely a lingering longing from his own infancy; it was as if every single cell in his body were crying out, thirsting for that pure, white nectar.
Yet, these were the breasts of his own biological mother. Even though he still addressed her as "Aunt Yingji," both he and she had long since come to regard that title as synonymous with "Mother." Though he made no move himself, Aunt Yingji cupped one of her ample breasts and leaned in toward him.
As her small hand lifted the soft, supple flesh, it bulged and reshaped into a plump, flattened oval. It was so full and substantial that the lower curve seemed to "swallow" her palm; it quivered and swayed, its extreme softness plain to see.
The way the creamy, alabaster flesh rippled with every slight movement brought to mind the rich milk brimming within. Just then, as the breast swayed, a drop of milky white oozed from the crimson tip—instantly, a fresh, intoxicatingly rich fragrance of milk permeated the air.
"Xiao Dong, are you still going to be so formal with Aunt Yingji?" she asked, lifting her snowy breast even higher. "Aunt Yingji... no... I..."
Li Dong tried to offer an explanation, but, unable to resist the deepest cravings of his heart, he found himself drawn closer, as if under a spell. "Mmm..."
With a soft, joyful moan, the crimson nipple—still tipped with a trace of milky white—was taken into his mouth. The soft, yielding flesh stretched and shifted, following the rhythm of his suction.
It was as if the entire breast were crafted from pure, creamy nectar. Li Dong's eyes widened; his mouth was instantly flooded with thick, warm, and velvety milk. An indescribable, rich sweetness consumed his entire being.
It was far more than just a lingering fragrance on his lips—it was as if he had been transported into a sea of flowers, flowing with milk and honey. As the sweet milk flowed into his belly, it seemed to transform into a tingling, warm current with a subtle, refreshing coolness. This soothing sensation spread throughout his entire body—especially around his *dantian* (lower abdomen)—where waves of warmth washed over him, making him feel as though he were submerged in amniotic fluid; it was an indescribable, blissful comfort.
Even the foreign energy that had been wreaking havoc within him had vanished completely, without a trace.
Lost in this endless stream of sweet, luscious milk, Li Dong all but forgot where he was, surrendering entirely to his innate instincts as he continued to suckle.
Suddenly, the source of that sweetness was pulled away; instinctively, he clamped down, holding on tight.
"Mmm-ah...~"
A soft, delicate moan escaped her lips. Only then did Li Dong realize he had pulled Aunt Yingji's nipple taut—in fact, he had drawn her entire, full, and rounded breast slightly away from her chest.
The faint blue veins beneath the skin of her breast became even more pronounced. Startled, Li Dong let out an "ah!" and released his grip. The breast sprang back, its soft, rounded curve colliding with her ribcage and setting off a mesmerizing, undulating ripple across her flesh.
Her nipple and the tender areola around it glistened with a sheen of saliva. The delicate nipple itself, now slightly swollen and flushed, stood erect—stiff and proud, much like the tip of a little finger.
"I'm sorr—"
Before he could finish, Aunt Yingji lifted her other breast and brought it toward him. Though this nipple had yet to be suckled, it was already standing firm—just like the first one—looking as vibrant and ripe as a cherry that had matured into a deep, purplish-red hue. A single drop of rich, creamy-white milk—thick, viscous, and laden with essence—teetered on the tip of the nipple, on the verge of falling.
In the next instant, that alluring nipple was drawn back into a mouth…
From afar, the old servant—currently locked in a fierce struggle with Luo Shaowen—witnessed this scene; his expression twisted in agony. While it was merely a mother and son sharing an intimate moment, he was consumed by a jealousy so intense it bordered on madness.
In truth, the amount Li Dong consumed paled in comparison to what the old servant had taken. Yet, in the old servant's eyes, the "celestial nectar" of this "Goddess from the Nine Heavens" belonged solely to him—he begrudged anyone else even a single drop.
But his jealousy was of no use now. In fact, he was on the brink of being beaten to death by Luo Shaowen. Although his spirit—existing in a semi-corporeal state—was largely immune to physical harm, and the techniques of Dragon-Tiger Mountain were inherently effective against malevolent entities, he could not withstand the relentless, repeated blows that shattered his form. His spiritual manifestation had grown faint and ethereal, and his aura had withered significantly.
"The time has come!"
Summoning his remaining strength, the old servant—or rather, the Yama-judge manifestation of his spirit—suddenly raised a great seal. It soared forth, shimmering with brilliant, flowing light, and slammed into a specific point in the void.
This was one of the weak points in the fabric of space that the old servant had sensed—but, most crucially, this particular rift led directly to… Jiang Hua's Temple of Longevity!