Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem-Chapter 848: Washing in the River [Bonus]

Serika loomed overhead, looking down at Quinlan’s drenched form with the big, proud smile of a master who’d found the most precious disciple in the world. But she wasn’t one to coddle him, as promised beforehand. As such, she spoke up with a stern tone.

"Lesson one: stop thinking like a cultivator. Start thinking like an element. Or elements, in your case."

Her eyes gleamed with heat as she added, "If you keep it up, I’m soon going to be using my fire."

Quinlan’s smile widened through the pain. "I can’t wait, Teach."

Feng facepalmed. This stupid guy was really trying to kill himself! What could she do to protect him from himself?!

Serika smiled brightly, clapping her hands once as if she’d just wrapped up a delightful cooking lesson instead of pummeling the Avatar here to save her world into the dirt.

"Well then! You’re drenched. Go take a bath, smelly student of mine."

Quinlan coughed, rolled halfway onto his side, and gave her a thumbs-up again. "Aye, Teach..."

Serika raised her voice. "Taalin!"

A few seconds later, a rustle could be heard in the nearby trees, and a scout dropped down from a higher branch like a shadow.

"Yes, my lady?"

Serika extended her hand without looking. "Towel. Spare combat robe. The good one."

Without missing a beat, Taalin produced both items from her backpack and handed them over.

Serika took them and walked over to Quinlan, tossing the bundle onto his chest.

Then she waved the scout away. "Go. Ensure none disturbs the river area."

"Yes, my lady."

The scout vanished as quietly as she’d appeared.

...

A Few Minutes Later...

Quinlan stood waist-deep in the river, running his hands through his hair. The water was cool, mercifully so, easing the lingering burn in his muscles.

He dunked his head under, held it for a few seconds, then emerged with a sharp exhale.

Peace. Finally.

*Rustle!*

His eyes snapped toward the bushes.

He tensed. Qi surged to his fingertips. Was it an enemy scout? Another training ambush?

No...

It was Serika.

Wearing nothing but black underwear and a lazy smile.

Dragging a struggling, red-faced Feng behind her like a mother lugging an unwilling child to the doctor.

"I said no!" Feng hissed while kicking her feet on the grassy ground. She tried to hold the woman back with all her might, but her results were rather lackluster. Serika moved like she didn’t even feel her resistance. As such, Feng was forced to shout once again. "This is indecent! He’s naked!"

Serika blinked, utterly unfazed. "We’re just taking a bath."

"Yeah, together! While being naked! A grown man and a woman! That’s the indecent part!"

"Calm down, Feng Jiai. You’ll scare the poor animals."

"Argh!!" Feng grunted, half from the extreme exertion her body was placed under, and half from the complete nonsense that was the two lunatics she had to deal with.

Serika turned to Quinlan and waved as if nothing were wrong at all. "Mind if I join?"

Quinlan had frozen where he stood with his eyes wide, though definitely not from fear. His gaze had inadvertently trailed over her powerful thighs that could easily crush boulders between them, let alone watermelons. Defined abs, and that golden tan of hers that spoke of constant sun and fire, and arms that were muscular yet still looked distinctly, undeniably feminine, made this woman incredibly sexy in his eyes.

The fact that she was an extremely strong warrioress only added to her appeal. Now, if only she didn’t imprison him during their first meeting... Quinlan had to sigh inwardly, deciding that instead of resenting her for it, he would just think of it as some women needing his gentlemanly guidance from time to time to behave properly, just like Kitsara.

As such, he parted his arms and bowed lightly in the water. "This diligent and humble student of yours would like to show his gratitude for our amazing training session by washing your back, Teacher Serika."

The redhead tanned beauty beamed like a proud aunt who’d just been handed a bouquet by her favorite nephew. "See, Feng? He gets it! Nothing indecent will happen, so stop worrying."

Feng, now visibly shaken, sighed defeatedly and sat up, grumbling under her breath about how she’ll watch over them to ensure nothing bad will happen, as she can’t trust an airhead tomboy with this issue.

Quinlan narrowed his eyes at Feng, shooting her a glare so sharp it could’ve cleaved a lesser cultivator’s pride in half. The kind of glare that said, ’You damned cockblocking gremlin, do not ruin this for me!’

Feng just grinned like the devil in human form, her chin propped up on her hand. Then she stuck her tongue out at him smugly.

Quinlan’s temple twitched. The only reason he didn’t retaliate with a splash of water was because a sudden rustle of cloth made his brain hit pause.

Right in front of him, Serika—unapologetically and with all the grace of a sun goddess on vacation—slipped off her underwear, making her firm backside catch the sun as if even the light itself desired her curves.

She casually stepped into the river, like she was simply walking into her personal hot spring, then tossed something at him.

Quinlan’s gaze slid away, the gentleman in him scrambling to assert control... right as a dark silhouette hit the water next to him with a splash.

A bar of soap.

Quinlan reached for it on reflex.

"I’m eager to receive my ’diligent and humble’ student’s gratitude," she said with the same tone one might use to ask for tea. Then she turned her back to him with an easy sigh, completely unbothered by the situation. "If you do a good job, maybe I’ll help you out in return. I believe you could use a good deep muscle tissue massage to bolster those struggling qi transitions of yours."

She sounded so serious. So sincere. As if this were all just part of the curriculum. frёeωebɳovel.com

Quinlan, for his part, simply nodded solemnly, like a warrior accepting a divine mission. He would exceed with flying colors no matter what.

His fingers curled around the soap, measuring it as if it were a new weapon he had to excel at.

His eyes sharpened.

His expression turned deeply focused.

And somewhere below the surface...

His little brother stirred.

A mighty storm was brewing.