Days of Living with My Sister-in-Law-Chapter 181: The Magical Man

I have to say, Jiang Hongchun’s figure was absolutely incredible!

Where it should bulge, it bulges; where it should curve, it curves. Even the hollows are perfect, without so much as a single blade of grass. She’s a natural "white tiger." Good heavens. I feel that among all the women I know, perhaps only the enchantress Xi Yao could compare to Jiang Hongchun’s figure. Qiu Xingcai’s figure is also explosive, but she still can’t hold a candle to Jiang Hongchun. It’s simple: one is natural, the other augmented. There’s no comparison! Honestly, I’m swallowing hard as a primitive urge blooms in my heart, a desire to reach out and squeeze her breasts.

But Chen Xiaobei restrained himself and coughed lightly. "Miss Jiang, just lie flat on the bed. I’m going to begin the acupuncture."

"Thank you," Jiang Hongchun replied with a faint nod and a smile. Her face remained perfectly calm, showing no hint of shyness or nervousness. She was nothing like those delicate young women who would blush like a ripe apple if a man so much as glanced at their body. In a word, she was impeccably composed.

Soon, Chen Xiaobei cleared his mind of distracting thoughts and began to perform the Heavenly Fire Acupuncture.

"Miss Jiang, because your internal injuries are quite old, this first acupuncture session will take at least half an hour," he reminded her kindly. "It might become very painful and intensely hot. If it gets to be too much, just cry out. Don’t try to hold it in."

Jiang Hongchun nodded calmly. "Alright. Thank you for the warning, Mr. Chen. Please proceed!"

With that, she closed her beautiful eyes.

But I can tell she’s still a little nervous. The most obvious signs are her tensed body and instinctively clenched fists. However, Jiang Hongchun is a woman who doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve; she refuses to show her vulnerable side to an outsider. Women like her are often full of stories, their inner selves quite fragile. The more I think about it, the more interested I become in her. I desperately want to uncover her secrets.

But things had to be done one step at a time. Chen Xiaobei pushed the thoughts aside and inserted a Silver Needle into the Inner Bone Acupoint just above her calf.

A muffled grunt, "UGH—," escaped Jiang Hongchun’s lips instantly.

"How are you? Can you handle it?" Chen Xiaobei asked with concern.

"I’m fine," she said, taking a deep breath. She then asked curiously, "How many more needles will there be?"

"Your internal injuries are severe, so it will take at least ten needles," Chen Xiaobei replied honestly. "But don’t worry. I’ll use my True Qi to help you resist the pain. While it won’t eliminate it completely, it should make it more bearable."

"Then I’ll be troubling you," Jiang Hongchun said with a faint smile.

Afterward, Chen Xiaobei continued the treatment, sequentially inserting Silver Needles into important acupoints like Dazhi, Qingyang, and Guangu. As the number of needles increased, the expression on Jiang Hongchun’s face grew more pained. Her flawless, voluptuous body beaded with crystalline sweat. The droplets glistened captivatingly under the sunlight streaming through the window.

But how could I possibly be in the mood to appreciate the view?

He picked up the final Silver Needle, preparing to place it in the Fengyang Acupoint on her right breast. Just then, something strange happened. The needle, which had just begun to pierce the skin, was suddenly repelled by a mysterious force.

What’s going on?

Chen Xiaobei was taken aback. Looking closer, he noticed a small tattoo right over the Fengyang Acupoint. It was a sword! The mysterious energy had emanated from it.

"Mr. Chen, what is it? Why have you stopped?" Jiang Hongchun couldn’t help but ask.

"Miss Jiang, the tattoo over your Fengyang Acupoint... is it a Spiritual Artifact?" Chen Xiaobei asked. "You’ll have to take it out. Otherwise, I can’t insert the needle."

"I’m surprised you know about Spiritual Artifacts," she said, her beautiful eyes widening slightly. But she didn’t dwell on it. With a mere thought, the tattoo flashed with blue lightning and transformed into a sword about three feet and seven inches long.

"Incredible!" Chen Xiaobei couldn’t help but exclaim. "I once obtained a pair of Storm Gloves from Li Maochun of the Iron Fist Sect. That was also a Spiritual Artifact, but it was far inferior to yours, Miss Jiang. It couldn’t merge with the body. This must be your weapon, Moonlight, right? I remember Xiaoyi mentioning it to me. She said it could emit lightning when used. Seeing it today, it truly is extraordinary."

"I see..." Jiang Hongchun’s face remained as calm as water. Chen Xiaobei had expected her to complain a little about her disciple, but instead, she changed the subject. "That child, Xiaoyi, has disliked being around men since she was little. I never expected she would tell you so much, even about Moonlight. From my perspective, it seems the twisted thoughts deep in her heart might be starting to change. Mr. Chen, you truly are a remarkable man."

"Uh, you flatter me, Miss Jiang," Chen Xiaobei said, coughing lightly to hide his embarrassment.

After all, Jiang Hongchun isn’t wrong. How many men in the world could make a staunch lesbian perform oral sex for them? To be honest, I’m feeling quite pleased with myself.

With a flick of his hands, he inserted the final Silver Needle into the Fengyang Acupoint.

Instantly, Jiang Hongchun’s calm, beautiful face contorted in pain. "AH, UGH—"

This woman has incredible endurance. She isn’t screaming, but her teeth are clearly chattering.

"Miss Jiang, don’t be afraid. I’ll use my True Qi to help you withstand the pain," Chen Xiaobei consoled her, grabbing her small hand.

With a thought, a steady stream of pure True Qi flowed into Jiang Hongchun’s body. Her beautiful face relaxed slightly, and she said apologetically, "Mr. Chen, I feel so guilty making you expend your True Qi to help me with the pain."

"You’re too kind, Miss Jiang," Chen Xiaobei said generously. "This amount of True Qi is nothing. We can go at it all day—"

"Go at what?" Jiang Hongchun asked, clearly startled.

"COUGH! COUGH!" Chen Xiaobei stammered. "I mean, my cultivation method is different. I can restore my True Qi much faster than most people. So you don’t need to feel guilty. Just clear your mind. The needles can be removed in a little while!"

"Okay!" Jiang Hongchun nodded obediently, the curiosity in her eyes deepening.

Time passed as swiftly as autumn leaves in the wind. Chen Xiaobei checked the clock. He could remove the needles in five more minutes.

But Jiang Hongchun’s injuries are truly severe. To fully heal her, she’ll need at least three more treatments.

Just then, a soft moan, "MMM, AH—," escaped Jiang Hongchun’s lips.

Chen Xiaobei turned to look and saw a blush creep across her usually placid face. "Mr. Chen, help me... call Xiaoyi for me, I need to—"

AAAAHHHH!

Before she could finish her sentence, Chen Xiaobei saw a stream of liquid shooting right at him!

"Fuck!" Chen Xiaobei’s face was a mask of shock, but he was utterly exhausted from expending so much True Qi. It was too late to dodge. A deluge of Holy Water rained down, soaking his face.