Chapter 133: Plotting in Secret

Hearing this, Lin Yang chuckled. He hadn't expected the grand gift Cheng Wanqing spoke of to be a woman, and a Japanese woman at that.

Who hasn't watched a few Japanese adult films? Lin Yang was certainly no exception, and he did feel a twinge of anticipation toward Japanese women. Moreover, having just practiced his martial arts, his vital masculine energy was overflowing, making it the exact moment he needed the balance of Yin and Yang. Cheng Wanqing's gift was delivered at the most opportune and perfect time, stirring a brief wave of temptation in Lin Yang.

"Keiko is willing to follow her master unto death and do anything for him."

Keiko even gave a traditional Japanese bow. If she were to change into a Japanese kimono and utter a few classic Japanese phrases, her appeal would undoubtedly elevate by another tier.

Though Lin Yang desperately needed it at this very moment, he hadn't yet lost his mind to lust.

"I'm not interested in her. I'm actually quite interested in you."

With a somewhat rough motion, Lin Yang pulled Cheng Wanqing toward him, wrapping an arm around her waist while hooking her chin up with a finger. Cheng Wanqing possessed a certain outlaw aura, yet retained the charm of a mature woman, setting her completely apart from Qin Moqing.

"Didn't I say over the phone earlier? I'd love to have a match with you in bed and see who comes out on top. There's no time like the present, so let's make it today."

Cheng Wanqing hadn't expected Lin Yang to set his sights on her. Her eyes flickered with momentary panic, but she quickly regained her composure.

"It is an honor to receive the favor of Grandmaster Lin. However, I am a widow. Aren't you afraid of bringing bad luck upon yourself by sleeping with me?"

Lin Yang smiled wickedly, sliding his hooked right hand slowly inside the collar of Cheng Wanqing's dress. He could clearly feel the intense tension she was desperately suppressing; her body had stiffened involuntarily, yet she dared not openly resist.

"I've never believed in superstitions, so naturally, I'm not afraid of bad luck."

The inner demonic fire burning inside Lin Yang grew even more intense. Even Cheng Wanqing could clearly perceive the pure, intensely masculine aura radiating from Lin Yang—an aura that was the very essence of masculine charm.

Uncontrollably, strange emotions welled up inside Cheng Wanqing, accompanied by a trace of hard-to-detect murderous intent. After all, to be toyed with and teased so brazenly by a strange man—had it been in the past, this person would have long since been chopped into minced meat and fed to the dogs.

Yet the notorious Black Widow could only swallow her pride at this moment and say, "You wouldn't understand. Ever since I killed my husband with my own hands, I've lost all interest in men."

"If I were to get into bed with you, lying there like a dead fish, it would only ruin your mood instead. You should let Keiko serve you instead; she understands men best and is guaranteed to keep you comfortable."

Lin Yang felt the inner fire burning hotter and hotter. If this continued, he feared he really would lose his better judgment to lust.

He released Cheng Wanqing and said with amused interest, "She's leftovers you're done playing with, right? You expect me to take your leftovers?"

Since Cheng Wanqing had lost interest in men, this personal secretary Keiko was bound to have a lesbian relationship with her.

"Since Grandmaster Lin doesn't mind that I'm a widow, would he really care about my relationship with Keiko?"

"Alright, I've accepted the apology gift. You two may leave now."

Lin Yang's expression shifted abruptly, issuing a direct dismissal.

Cheng Wanqing couldn't quite read Lin Yang's temperament; one moment he was all smiles, and the next he turned hostile without warning.

"Then we shall take our leave."

With no other choice, Cheng Wanqing led Keiko away.

"Trying to plant a spy by my side to dig into my secrets? Such a clumsy trick," Lin Yang sneered to himself.

Back in the car, Cheng Wanqing's face turned icy cold.

"Damned scumbag, how dare he grope me? It's so disgusting. Sooner or later, I'll chop off his thieving hands!"

Cheng Wanqing felt utterly uncomfortable wherever Lin Yang had touched her, wishing she could scrub her skin clean immediately.

"President Cheng, not only is this man's strength not to be underestimated, but his cunning and intelligence are even more unfathomable. To possess this kind of composure at his age is truly remarkable," Keiko remarked.

"He is indeed extraordinary. We must eliminate him as soon as possible; I will not allow such a formidable existence to remain in Luocheng." A fierce murderous glint flashed in Cheng Wanqing's eyes.

"Killing him won't be difficult, but the Xuan Sect standing behind him might be troublesome," Keiko noted.

Cheng Wanqing pondered for a moment before saying, "It seems our plans must be brought forward. I originally intended to take things slowly, but this uninvited variable has burst in. I have a feeling he will ruin everything."

"Understood, I will report to the superiors immediately. This man truly must be eradicated."

Back at the villa, Lin Yang placed all the medicinal herbs into the Qiankun pouch. The rampaging internal fire made it impossible for him to sit still. He chugged two glasses of water, but that failed to resolve the root issue.

"Looks like I'll just have to rely on some traditional craftsmanship to take the edge off."

Although Lin Yang had tried it last time and found manual relief lacking, it always provided some mitigation. His overflowing masculine energy had originally been manageable, but after the provocation brought by Cheng Wanqing and Keiko, it had spiraled completely out of control.

Yet, just as Lin Yang was fully concentrated on performing his traditional craft, a seductive voice suddenly echoed from behind him.

"What a terrible waste. Such precious essence, and you were about to flush it down the drain?"

The sudden voice startled Lin Yang.

"How did you find my house?"

Pulling up his pants, Lin Yang turned around to see Chou Yuezhi standing on the balcony. She must have climbed over from outside.

"If I want to find you, is there anywhere I can't reach? I'd say I arrived just in time, wouldn't you?"

Chou Yuezhi poked out her tip of tongue to lick her lips. A woman well-versed in seductive arts, truly every movement she made exuded a bewitching allure.

"I said last time, if I ever saw you again, I'd kill you. You've got some nerve running straight into my home to court death."

Though the internal fire was raging within him, Lin Yang forced himself to maintain his composure.

"I'm here precisely to die at your hands. Hurry up and ravage me, I can't wait anymore. I know you need me right now just as much; we can satisfy each other."

As she spoke, ripples of seduction danced in Chou Yuezhi's eyes, captivating the soul. She stared fixedly at Lin Yang like a starving fox laying eyes on a piece of meat.

"Fine, then I'll grant your wish."

With a single bound, Lin Yang lunged at Chou Yuezhi, pinning her directly onto the bed. One hand clamped around her throat while the other ripped at her clothes.

"So rough, I love it."

Though the grip around her neck made it hard to breathe, there was no trace of fear in Chou Yuezhi's eyes; instead, they flashed with an ecstatic, fanatical light.

No longer bothering to restrain himself, Lin Yang simply indulged Chou Yuezhi's desire.

Come to think of it, Chou Yuezhi was truly quite lucky. Last time at the dilapidated Luoshen Temple, she had also been subjected to a fierce, relentless pounding by Lin Yang—who was overflowing with masculine energy after finishing his cultivation—and had almost died on the spot.

Once again, her timing had been impeccable.