As she painted the farmer in the bottom-left corner of her artwork, she said softly, "A life of mountains, rivers, fields, and gardens, with love songs drifting on the breeze... isn't that a kind of beautiful life too? I often yearn for such a life, reminiscing about the years gone by."
As if some private thought had occurred to her, her fingers paused, and her expression dimmed.
Wei Yufeng however failed to notice the shift in her mood. He gently placed his hand on her soft, smooth, fragrant shoulder. His technique was practiced, his pressure perfect. As his hand moved, he massaged with a gentle force, his fingertips lightly kneading her shoulder before his palm applied soft pressure to relax Ning Xuefei's muscles. Wherever his palm touched, it felt as warm and comforting as a freshly ironed garment, causing Ning Xuefei to unconsciously relax in pleasure.
He lowered his head, bringing his face close to Ning Xuefei's glossy, black hair. Inhaling her enchanting, fragrant scent, he felt the silky strands of her beautiful hair brush faintly against his cheek. He said in a soft voice:
"Mother, you must remember to rest and not overwork yourself."
With that, he continued to gently massage Ning Xuefei's fragrant shoulder. His fingers inadvertently crept downward, sliding from her shoulder over the thin gauze of her light robe, coming to rest on the low, partially open neckline of her palace attire. Through his fingers, he could clearly feel the full, firm, and ample swell of her breasts beneath the neckline. The skin extending from her fair neck was smooth and tender. Under Wei Yufeng's gentle massage, Ning Xuefei felt the tension in her shoulders ease. She closed her eyes in comfort, a soft, low moan escaping her lips. Wei Yufeng often massaged her shoulders, and his practiced hands always brought her immense pleasure. She doted on this stepson of hers and had no guard up against him.
"Feng'er, your technique is becoming more and more skilled. You're almost as good as a professional masseur." Hehehe. Ning Xuefei laughed, her beautiful eyes slightly closed. Leaning back gracefully yet languidly against her handsome stepson behind her, she enjoyed the pleasurable service his large hands were providing to her shoulders.
"Of course. It's only for you, that I'm willing to use all my strength to make you comfortable," Wei Yufeng said with a playful grin.
Although Wei Yufeng was the son of her enemy, Wei Wuyin, he had been only five years old when Wei Wuyin launched the "Tianxing Rebellion" calamity. He was completely innocent of his father's villainous deeds. Furthermore, his birth mother had been old friends with Ning Xuefei, and they had kept in touch. Therefore, after being forced to marry Wei Wuyin, Ning Xuefei did not transfer her hatred for the man onto his son.
On the contrary, Wei Yufeng was clever and adorable, and from a young age, he knew exactly how to win people over. Ning Xuefei spent her days with the child, raising him. As the years passed, she developed a deep maternal bond with him, truly treating him as her own son. Ning Xuefei had lost her beloved son at a young age, and Wei Yufeng had appeared in her life soon after. It felt as if the heavens had sent him to her as a form of compensation, so she poured extra affection onto this stepson. The bond between mother and son was profound, completely unaffected by the enmity with Wei Wuyin.
As Wei Yufeng grew older, he also came to understand the atrocities his father had committed against this stepmother's family. Due to his deep affection for Ning Xuefei, he felt a deep-seated revulsion and hatred for his father's actions. His emotional connection to this stepmother was, in fact, far stronger than the one he felt for his own father.
Wei Wuyin, of course, had sensed this long ago. But his ambitions lay with the world, his mind set on grand schemes; he had no time for such trivial family matters. He simply felt his only son lacked manliness, spending all his time in the company of women and showing no sign of when he would be ready to take his place as the heir to the Immortal Palace.
Inhaling the alluring, subtle fragrance emanating from Ning Xuefei, Wei Yufeng felt his spirits soar, the blood in his body seeming to boil. Unable to contain his restless, hungry desire, his large hand caressed and kneaded her fragrant shoulder through the white, gauzy palace robe. He stroked from the tender flesh of her chest up to her shoulder, circling and rubbing up and down with considerable skill. He repeatedly probed his long fingers lower. His palm gradually caressed Ning Xuefei's enchantingly seductive collarbone, pressing against the warm, tender skin of her chest, stroking the smooth, creamy-white flesh, and then slowly sliding down toward the edge of the two large mounds of her breasts, which were encased in a white lace bra.
The moment his fingers made the slightest downward contact with her full breasts, he felt the astonishing elasticity of the rising, tender flesh. Her skin was incomparably smooth and delicate. Her turbulent, voluptuous chest stood proudly within the thin gauze robe, seemingly about to burst through the fabric. The two large, round orbs pressed together, creating a deep cleavage. Her snowy white, full breasts seemed to radiate a steamy, sensual heat, captivating Wei Yufeng's gaze.
Seeing that Ning Xuefei's beautiful eyes were tightly shut in comfortable bliss, he grew bolder. His burning hand slid lower and lower, becoming increasingly brazen as it assaulted her perky, round peaks. His fingers slipped into the neckline of her palace attire, even probing the upper edge of the delicate, seductive lace bra, gently reaching inside to touch the smooth, tender flesh of her full, firm breasts. He caressed the creamy, tender skin. The feeling was silky and incredibly soft, like a round, firm ball of satin. As he kneaded, he savored the incredibly large and elastic sensation of the beautiful goddess's chest.
He even gently pulled aside the palace robe and bra at Ning Xuefei's chest, his fingers lightly brushing the alluring, tender, pale pink areolas on her high breasts. Through the parted clothes, he could almost see the two rosy nipples adorning the peaks of her full, magnificent breasts. The buds were swollen and erect, their pink hue seeming to brim with an unrestrained, sensual allure, like a pair of dazzling, tender rubies.
Just as Wei Yufeng was becoming more and more audacious, Ning Xuefei sensed the strange change in her stepson behind her. His excited breathing, his slightly trembling hands being so brazen on her chest, and the abnormally hard bulge in the crotch of the man she was leaning against, pressing against the tender flesh of her back. It was particularly displeasing.
Her heart leaped, and her eyes snapped open. The [Xuanhua Divine Art] activated on its own, and a blue mist, like an invisible cloak, enveloped her. With a sudden force, she shook Wei Yufeng's body away from behind her. She stood up with an imposing air, the high, full breasts straining against her white, gauzy palace robe swaying violently. She turned and said coldly, "What are you doing?"
Seeing the anger on Ning Xuefei's face, as cold as frost, Wei Yufeng knew that in a moment of lustful audacity, he had committed a grave offense. He quickly lowered his head to plead his case. "Your son was confused for a moment. Seeing that you were tired, I wanted to make you more comfortable, but my massage technique went too far. Perhaps the fragrance here was too intoxicating, and the air was stuffy... my head started to spin. Please Mother, forgive me!"
He was always eloquent and often acted coquettishly toward her. Looking at him with his head bowed, Ning Xuefei pondered for a moment. Although she was still angry, she couldn't bring herself to punish him. She sighed softly and said coldly, "Go. I am tired and wish to rest."
"Mother..." Wei Yufeng wanted to argue a bit more, but Ning Xuefei remained silent. With a slight turn of her full hips, she moved her shapely, long legs and walked into the inner chambers.
Although annoyed, Wei Yufeng watched as Ning Xuefei walked into the bedchamber. Her two long, snowy-white, sexy legs moved with an elegant catwalk. Beneath the white gauze skirt, her graceful figure was faintly visible. Her slender waist and full, round hips swayed with her steps. Her waist-length, glossy black hair swayed against the white gauze. Her plump, beautiful buttocks were tightly wrapped by the thin gauze long skirt at the waist and hips, creating a distinct, sexy curve. The two plump, thick buttocks swayed left and right as she walked, creating a ripple of fleshy waves. Her round, beautiful legs, visible through the gauze skirt, were encased in flesh-colored stockings. Her beautiful feet were in silver-white, exquisite high heels, which tapped loudly on the floor. The "tap-tap-tap" of the high heels was full of seduction. On the floor of the bedchamber, all that could be seen were the incomparably long, beautiful legs crossing and moving with an elegant, swaying posture. Coupled with the faint, lingering scent of her in the air, it was truly heart-stirring.
Wei Yufeng swallowed and shook his head. Although he had made a mistake today, he knew full well that this beautiful stepmother of his doted on him greatly. Normally, he would often playfully annoy her. If he came tomorrow and acted sweet to please her, she would surely forgive him. By then, their mother-son relationship would be restored, and they might even become closer. For now, it was best not to offend her further and make her dislike him. So, he quickly turned and left.
As he walked out of the Holy Mother's bedchamber, the palace maids all bowed and greeted him. Wei Yufeng brought his hand to his nose; the intoxicating fragrance from Ning Xuefei's creamy chest still lingered. It felt as if the sensation of the beautiful, mature woman's full, ample, snowy-white breasts still remained on his palm.
He knew that his stepmother was usually domineering, cold as ice, noble, and aloof, but she was especially doting on him. This had over time, subconsciously fostered a very strong Oedipus complex in Wei Yufeng. Having spent so much time day in and day out with a peerless beauty like Ning Xuefei, the now-adult Wei Yufeng had gradually started to feel differently. He discovered that his Queen Mother was such a charming and sexy beauty. Her noble and elegant temperament, the way her every frown and smile could move one's heart, the natural air of a mature, beautiful woman in her every gesture, and her curvaceous, charming, and increasingly gorgeous and tender figure. All of it deeply fascinated him.
Wei Yufeng considered himself the rightful heir. When he detected the filthy lust he harbored for his stepmother, he would also feel very guilty and self-reproachful. But such a beautiful stepmother made it impossible for him not to be filled with fantasies. This inner conflict, in turn, fueled his increasingly twisted psyche. He had to admit that he was now deeply infatuated with and coveted his stepmother, Ning Xuefei. But he knew that although Ning Xuefei was doting on him, it was all maintained within the ethical framework of a stepmother-stepson relationship. She was a woman of great principle, a cold and stunning beauty. Therefore, he had always been able to keep these filthy thoughts confined to the realm of fantasy.
He turned to look back at the white, elegant building. Although a cold wind was blowing, the heat in his heart had not subsided.
At this moment, he and his father, the Emperor Wei Wuyin, looked seven or eight parts alike.
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