Keqing was a top-tier swordswoman.
Her swordsmanship was exquisite and refined — among the finest in all of Liyue.
Of course, the path of mastery has no end. There was always room to grow.
For example, today she had just discovered an entirely new direction — controlling the sword with her feet — something she had never considered before.
With her hands braced behind her on the bed, her soft, boneless black-stockinged feet enveloped the fierce blade. Warm from her body heat, they felt gentle and supple. To Lu Lin, it was like being wrapped in soft cotton.
Thanks to the effect of the trait, her feet were far more flexible than ordinary people's.
Her toes seemed almost sentient — finding sensitive spots along the blade with uncanny precision. At times scraping lightly, at times pressing, at times kneading — combined with the silky smoothness of the stockings…
The supreme swordmaster explored every inch of the unparalleled blade before her, seeking to conquer this magnificent weapon she was beholding so closely for the first time.
Lu Lin felt explosions of sensation in his mind.
The experience rivaled the earlier moment when Ningguang had enveloped him completely, leaving him unable to rise.
Ningguang lay weakly on the bed, watching the two of them.
She was beyond shock — nearly numb to it.
She had thought using her chest earlier was already extravagant enough.
Who knew feet could be used as well?
Her worldview was overturned yet again.
And Keqing… was astonishingly skilled.
Those flexible, elegant jade-like feet — even Ningguang found them intensely alluring.
The more she watched, the more intently she studied the movements.
She was, after all, quite eager to learn.
Eventually, she propped herself up and reached for the Kamera that had fallen somewhere onto the bed.
Lu Lin had made it his ambition to capture beautiful moments.
Earlier, when Ningguang had held him close… and when she had taken the lead… he had recorded those precious scenes.
Ningguang herself actually enjoyed photography and had decent technique.
This moment was too impactful not to preserve.
To girls like her and Keqing, who had never experienced such things before — the visual shock was immense.
The conquest neared its climax.
Lu Lin's hand wandered again, climbing Ningguang's snow-white peaks, gently kneading the blossoming red tips at their summits.
Under the careful ministrations of the swordmaster's soft yet precise movements, the once-proud blade finally burst forth, leaving mottled traces upon Keqing's dark silk stockings.
At the final moment, Lu Lin let out a low roar and unconsciously tightened his grip on Ningguang's hand, drawing a soft moan from her as well.
Click.
The shutter pressed.
The perfect moment was immortalized.
After nearly twenty minutes of continuous movement, Keqing's feet finally felt sore and weak. She leaned back, breathing softly.
"Does that count as helping? Can I leave now?" she asked gently.
She wasn't uncomfortable with the idea of staying — in fact, she wanted to — but she had witnessed three eruptions already. In the books she had read, that was considered impressive.
She assumed tonight would end there.
"Leave? We've only just begun," Lu Lin said, sitting up and pulling her into his arms.
Eh?
Their bodies pressed together, and she immediately felt that the blade she had just subdued had regained its fierce pride.
He could still continue?!
Lu Lin demonstrated that the earlier surrender had been temporary. To truly make the blade yield would require long, dedicated cultivation.
Keqing felt surprise — and delight.
She had spent the entire night watching and participating. Her heart had long since grown restless.
Now, emboldened, she transformed from a sneaky little cat into a greedy one — wrapping her arms around his neck and offering a kiss.
When the straightforward girl took initiative, she was nothing like Ningguang's restrained hesitance. Only Hu Tao might rival her boldness in this regard.
As their lips intertwined, Lu Lin's hand slid to her back. Her dress fastened behind; he deftly found and undid the clasp.
Though petite, Keqing was remarkably well-proportioned — no less than Ganyu. Even her seemingly loose dress had been slightly snug.
Once the clasp came undone, the tension eased.
His hand slipped forward from behind, passing under her arm — only to find smooth, bare skin instead of expected undergarments.
Not wearing any?
Breathing in the scent of her hair, he murmured, "Fresh from a bath… intentionally?"
She puffed her cheeks, face flushed pink.
"Lucky you."
"Premeditated, wasn't it?" he teased.
"Stop talking — hurry up~" she urged, biting her lip.
But he ignored her urgency, deliberately slowing down.
His fingers brushed against the red buds at her chest, and lines of poetry drifted through his mind:
Red beans grow in southern lands,
How many sprout when spring returns?
I hope you gather more of them —
For they are the seeds of longing.
Yes… they deserved gathering.
When his hand traced her waistline and slid beneath her skirt, he made another discovery.
If Tianquan was barren, then Yuheng was… lush beyond measure.
Two stars of the Qixing — yet completely opposite in nature.
Earlier, at the doorway, Keqing had already been caught in a downpour. The lush "grass" was damp and warm.
"Please… hurry…" she pleaded softly.
"Master Keqing is my sword instructor. I happen to have a sword question," Lu Lin said casually.
At a time like this — discussing swordsmanship?!
She wriggled in his arms like a fish.
"What question?"
His fingers pressed against her stockings from within.
Rip.
A tear formed in the fabric.
"We should discuss whether my sword and your body can achieve true unity…"
Before he finished speaking—
The sword moved.
The shadow followed.