After I Toyed with and Abandoned My Aloof Master

[Sweet, cheeky disciple who loves to talk big x aloof master with a sex addiction]

Zhou Shanqing fell in love with her master.

But their sect forbade relationships between masters and disciples. If anyone showed signs of such a relationship, they would be sent to the border for the rest of their lives.

Zhou Shanqing didn't dare confess her feelings. In secret, she gazed at her master's strikingly beautiful face and noble bearing, then indulged in fantasies about him in her dreams.

But that still wasn't enough.

When she entered the dream again, she opened her eyes to find her master seated in meditation, eyes closed. Zhou Shanqing gently breathed into his ear.

A wave of tingling swept over him, and Weisheng Yin slowly opened his eyes.

Knowing she was in a dream, Zhou Shanqing carelessly draped herself over him, her clothes in disarray, and poured out her feelings: "I like you this much. Why won't you even look at me?"

The Weisheng Yin in her dream gave her a strange look.

Later, taking advantage of the fact that the person in her dream couldn't fight back, Zhou Shanqing kissed and embraced him, demanding every night to hear him say that he loved and missed her.

Zhou Shanqing had the time of her life in her dreams.

Who could have guessed that the next morning, during class, her master would still look as aloof as ever, except that the way he looked at her was so... strange?

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Later, when the truth came out, Zhou Shanqing fled the sect, leaving her master behind.

When they met again, her aloof and proud master held her close, his eyes bloodshot.

Weisheng Yin said bitterly, "I should lock you up, where you can't go anywhere. Then you wouldn't dare leave me."

Feeling his tears soak her shoulder, Zhou Shanqing lifted his chin and kissed him. "Master, you're much more obedient like this than you used to be."

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Weisheng Yin was the finest swordsman in the immortal sects, a man of impeccable character and heavenly beauty.

One day, he discovered that he entered his disciple's dreams at night.

The well-behaved, sweet disciple who was so endearing by day would grope him and confess her feelings in her dreams.

Restless desire stirred within Weisheng Yin. He resisted the urge to tease her, instead returning the young woman's embrace with tenderness and care.

If the truth ever came out, he would take the blame for everything.

It was all his fault.

He was the one who had harbored improper thoughts about his disciple.

Theme: Love should be honest and open.