Cultivation through Skin Making novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: 3. The First Night

Song Yan looked at the coquettish woman with large eyes before him, her silk skirt partially slipped off, clothes half undone, like the skin of a juicy water honey peach, slightly torn open, revealing skin that was somewhat plump yet still creamy white.

At this moment, the brown blanket had already been drawn up, twenty-four stone hooks causing the blanket to cover the six sides of the small Suspended Room, only allowing glimpses outside through the gaps in the blanket.

Below was a sheer cliff, outside was mysterious danger, peril at every turn, at times like this, there was no better joy than indulging in the most basic desire of living creatures.

This was also a form of release, a way to ensure oneself didn’t go insane.

The question had become a choice: heart first, or physical pleasure?

Song Yan was a normal, healthy man, if he were in a different environment, he’d surely be willing to opt for physical pleasure, but now... he couldn’t.

First arrival and everything was unfamiliar, for the information about this world, even the Demon Sect, he knew very little. Although the woman before him taught him some skin making knowledge, she might have other intentions, more critical is: the Demon Sect seems quite chaotic. There’s robbing disciples, men and women cohabiting at first sight, killing without blinking, and the taboo of not leaving the house when night falls... In such circumstances, how could he be sure this woman hadn’t messed around previously, ensuring her body was disease-free? Or perhaps, how could he guarantee this woman was problem-free?

Rather than losing one’s mind, opting to think with the lower body and entrusting everything to unfounded trust, Song Yan felt it was better to maintain necessary sanity and vigilance.

"Sister Wang, let’s talk, before you were kidnapped here..."

"Young master, come to me, after we have fun, I’ll tell you everything, hehe."

The woman’s unabashed words could make a youth flush, but she seemed indifferent, even sneaking off more of the silk skirt, showing more skin, then twisted her hips, raised her back to Song Yan, giggling, "Or... does young master prefer horseback riding?"

"Sister Wang, give me some more time, okay?"

"Why?"

The woman’s voice suddenly carried anger, she abruptly straightened up, sat upright, and stared directly at Song Yan, her eyes reflecting the youth’s vitality and strength, showing impatience.

Song Yan’s gaze swiftly scanned, suddenly settling on the small knife on the bedside table.

Only for a fraction of a second before the woman’s gaze followed over.

The atmosphere instantly became dim and tense.

Suddenly, both of them lunged quickly.

Wang Susu was closer to the bedside and grabbed the knife.

However, Song Yan immediately followed, his arm wrapped around, twisted, turning the woman’s arm back, swiftly pressing his elbow, inner grasping, shouted explosively, exerted strength, and snatched the small knife from her hand.

It was a small capture technique taught while participating in military training when the instructor was idle. Song Yan, as a martial arts novel enthusiast since childhood, naturally learned a few moves, but he never thought he’d actually have a chance to use them in his life.

After grabbing the knife, Wang Susu twisted her body, followed with her arm, and subsequently slammed backward.

The slam surprisingly had significant force, Song Yan was directly knocked from the bedside onto the couch, tumbling twice.

Wang Susu swiftly turned, intending to leap again, but saw the youth had already sat up, holding the knife, coolly facing her.

"Sister Wang, let’s talk."

"Put down the knife and let’s talk."

Song Yan showed a friendly smile, then put down the knife, pushing it a bit further away.

Wang Susu breathed out leisurely and laughed, "That’s right, using a knife for..."

Before finishing the last few words, she suddenly lunged out, quickly rushing towards the knife, but she ended up grasping thin air.

Song Yan seemed to have been waiting for her move, so almost as soon as she moved, his arm promptly extended, firmly clutching the knife between his fingers, refusing to let go!

They slowly drew back distance again.

"Why?"

This time it was Song Yan’s turn to ask, because Wang Susu had no reason to grab the knife again, there was no hatred between them, just for physical pleasure, why bother?

However, the woman named Wang Susu no longer answered.

Time wasted nearly a joss stick’s worth, Wang Susu suddenly glanced outside through the gaps, and said, "After autumn, the miasma in the mountains begins to thicken, at night, you and I need to take turns keeping watch, using the body to hold the door to prevent accidents.

This is also why two people live in one room.

If living alone, then one can only seek blessings, either the ghost doesn’t come knocking, or... he can stay awake without nodding off, without relaxing all night."

"Sister Wang, what is miasma? What are ghosts? Why is our Tannery’s stone house only built one story?" Song Yan asked a series of questions.

Wang Susu tied the half-untied clothes properly, pulled up the silk skirt, sneered coldly, and said, "Why should I tell you?"

"You guard the first part of the night."

"Okay."

"Then, Sister Wang, since things are as they are, when we’re keeping watch, let’s stay away from each other."

Wang Susu said softly, "Alright."

Song Yan’s expression hardened slightly, instinctively he felt: Wang Susu truly intended him harm, but fortunately, she wasn’t a good actress, at least her abnormalities soon emerged.

Afterwards, nothing happened in the room, Wang Susu ascended the steps and sat below the entrance of the Suspended Room.

The house had entry from above, hence beneath the door were five steps.

Keeping watch means sitting at the top of the staircase, slightly bent, using the back to hold the door.

Song Yan maintained distance, sitting in the corner resting his mind, but occasionally, he observed Wang Susu’s actions, posture, and details seriously.

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