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🕑 Added 2025-08-10 00:30:09 +0000 UTCRecord of the Enchanting Mother and Beautiful Wife (The World’s Number One Beautiful Mother Sword Immortal) Chapter 40
Last night’s debauchery between Mother and Old Hao was, for me, like an adult film on repeat. The initial shock and excitement had long since faded, leaving only a sense of calm. That’s human nature always chasing newer, more stimulating sensations, like a train that can’t stop or slow down.
“Junior Brother, spacing out?” Senior Brother’s voice pulled me back to reality. I quickly collected myself, trying to appear nonchalant. How could I possibly tell them that their Mistress was currently in a brothel, plotting another live erotic performance? This delicious secret was mine alone to savor.
“All’s well, it’s getting dark, let’s find a place to rest,” Senior Brother said as he packed up. Dusk deepened, and we camped in a secluded mountain valley. The tent was hidden among dense shrubs, the campfire crackled, warm but not scorching. Yet, my inner restlessness was hard to quell. Compared to the day’s boredom, the spectacle about to unfold in the brothel was far more enticing.
Sure enough, as night fell, my ring began transmitting waves of abnormal energy, like the prelude to a meticulously prepared show. I quietly found a deserted corner, sat cross-legged, and focused. Gradually, images formed in my mind.
Every detail of Mother’s room was clear, and she was preparing for something. She wore a plain white long dress, the kind female cultivators often wore. “Young lady, this garment is the same type as before, just channel your energy…” The madam stood beside Mother, whispering. Mother nodded gently in understanding.
“If I may ask, do you have any grudges with the Longevity Sect or the imperial court?” the madam suddenly asked, glancing from Mother to Old Hao.
“None at all,” Old Hao replied calmly.
“That’s good.” The madam sighed in relief and turned back to Mother. “Tonight, a barbarian commander is coming to watch you dance.”
I watched intently, curious what surprise Mother would bring tonight. This unknown possibility was far more exciting than familiar scenes. At that moment, I saw a meaningful smile at the corner of Mother’s eyes, like a predator spotting prey.
“Barbarian? Commander?” Mother turned, her gaze burning as she looked at the madam.
“Yes, the deputy commander of the capital’s barbarian guards,” the madam said respectfully. “A man of power, said to be far beyond the ordinary Golden Core realm. I don’t really know what that means, but his status is not something commoners can compare to.”
I thought to myself: Golden Core? That’s about the same as Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother.
“Those barbarians must be huge, right?” Mother’s eyes sparkled with a strange light.
“Aren’t they just! Each one in armor is like a wall.”
“Got it.” Mother nodded. “I’m on in one incense stick’s time?”
“That’s right, don’t be late.” The madam left after a few reminders.
After she left, Mother turned to Old Hao with a sly smile and a raised brow. “Husband, do you think this barbarian commander will be like my two disciples tall, strong, and… big?”
As she spoke, she glided to Old Hao’s side, lifted a jade-like leg, and her skirt naturally fell, revealing a delicate foot. That foot gently pressed against Old Hao’s crotch, teasing him through the fabric.
I noticed a detail today, Mother wasn’t wearing yesterday’s black stockings but a pair of red fishnet stockings, each mesh large and incredibly seductive. Old Hao looked embarrassed, but his hand unconsciously stroked Mother’s silk-clad foot.
Seeing this, I realized Old Hao was just like Senior Brother a true foot worshipper. “I never knew you were like Qingzhu,” Mother said with a smile, her tone ambiguous.
“Mother-in-law, you look just like when we first met today,” Lingxi said softly.
First meeting? Mother seemed lost in memory the day we first came down the mountain for the martial arts tournament, when she was still the revered Sword Immortal. Now, her figure overlapped with that memory.
“Which looks better this or before?” Mother spun in place, her red silk legs flashing.
“Mother-in-law looks good no matter what,” Lingxi praised sincerely.
“Sweet talker,” Mother laughed, her voice laced with seduction. “And the most naughty.”
“Oh, Mother-in-law…”
An incense stick’s time passed quickly. In between, Mother even used her red silk-clad feet to make Old Hao finish once. “Let’s see how you sneak a taste today,” she teased Lingxi with a wink, then walked out gracefully. Lingxi blushed, head down, following behind, with Old Hao bringing up the rear.
Who would have guessed this seemingly proper white-clad fairy had just serviced a man with her feet? My heart raced uncontrollably. What kind of erotic dance would Mother perform in this plain white dress?
Suddenly, a commotion arose downstairs whistles and crude jokes.
“Why so conservative today, young lady?”
“Yeah, isn’t that what female cultivators usually wear?”
“Nothing to see here.”
“You don’t know anything,” one man scolded the others, then grinned at Mother. “Young lady, yesterday we only glimpsed your big butt. When will you show us your pussy?”
The insulted men shot back, “If you want to see a pussy so bad, why not go home and look at your mother’s!”
Laughter erupted, only growing louder.
Mother stepped onto the stage with poise. She saw, at the center, a burly man who towered over the others even while seated, like an adult among children. Several fierce barbarian guards stood at the entrance.
Mother’s eyes lit up, a blush appearing on her fair cheeks. She bowed gracefully, as if a professional dancer. Her lifelong dream had been to be a dancer, and now, in another world’s brothel, she was living it.
The vulgar jokes continued but were gradually suppressed by Mother’s aura deliberate or not. Her posture was elegant and composed, like a budding white lotus. From upstairs to the stage, she maintained dignity and grace, her veiled face calm.
The plain white dress on her gave off an aura of inviolability. At that moment, she was the very image of the “Cold-Faced Sword Immortal.” The only difference was the sly glint in her eyes and the secret of her dress.
This contrast made my heart race. Just yesterday, she’d danced erotically for these same men, shaking her breasts and flaunting her white buttocks. Now, she appeared dignified this drastic change made me eager for what would happen next.
Suddenly, Mother produced a long sword and, as music began, started to dance. Her movements were fluid and light, floating across the stage like a feather. The white dress fluttered, and I noticed she wore dainty jade high heels an intoxicating mix of dignity and sensuality.
Suddenly, her movements quickened, sword flashing. The men’s mocking eyes turned vacant.
“She looks like the legendary Sword Immortal,” someone muttered.
No one recognized her for sure, but she was clearly cultivating a certain atmosphere showing them the female cultivator’s side before slowly revealing her lewdness.
As the music continued, pink mist drifted around her, swirling on the stage. My heart pounded I knew what this meant. Mother began channeling her technique, spinning with her sword. Suddenly, the plain dress started to change. The chest fabric parted, forming a perfect diamond-shaped opening. Her breasts, tightly bound in red fishnet, were exposed for all to see.
Her nipples, covered by coin-sized red cloths, jutted out more enticing than if fully revealed. The red net dug into her white flesh, dividing her breasts into tempting segments. The contrast of white dress and red net was electrifying.
Mother’s dance grew more enchanting, each turn tugging at the audience’s hearts. After a dazzling spin, diamond-shaped openings appeared on her back and buttocks, revealing red fishnet-wrapped skin, the net glinting under the lights. The audience was in an uproar.
Even the officials lost their composure, eyes glued to the stage, throats working, some loosening their collars.
“She’s… too beautiful,” an old official stammered.
“Young lady, you’re so naughty…” another said, unable to hide his excitement.
The barbarian deputy commander’s gaze was locked on Mother, his heavy breathing audible. Young scholars began to applaud, whistles and cheers erupting.
“Come closer, let us see!”
“Yes, show us your face, fairy!”
Mother only smiled faintly, gliding to the stage’s edge. Her eyes, frosty beneath the veil, projected an aura of untouchable authority despite her lewd attire. This contradiction left everyone feeling a strange pressure.
She was like a plum blossom in winter cold, yet enchanting.
“Demon! She’s a demon in human skin!” someone shouted, voicing everyone’s shock.
Mother merely raised her hand, fingers brushing her sword’s edge with elegance.
“I… I can’t take it…” a young scholar slumped in his seat, face flushed with post-orgasmic satisfaction.
Mother caught this, a sly smile in her eyes. Suddenly, her white dress began to unravel first a loose thread, then the whole garment fell apart like wilting petals, drawn by some mysterious force.
In an instant, the dress was gone, leaving only her body tightly bound in red fishnet. She instinctively covered her privates, but the gesture only pressed her breasts together, making them more prominent.
The net’s pattern was deeply embedded in her flesh, glowing under the lights. The coin-sized red cloths over her nipples stood tall, broadcasting her desire. The net crisscrossed her body, dividing her skin into alluring zones.
She stood there, at once a trapped lamb and a goddess in control. Her expression remained dignified, but her eyes glistened with arousal.
A faint scent filled the air her fragrance mingled with the pink mist of her power. The aroma grew stronger, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Some began to undress, only to be restrained by friends; others stared, throats working.
Even the barbarian guards were transfixed, weapons forgotten. The deputy commander stood, body quivering, gaze devouring every inch of Mother’s skin.
Old Hao was dumbfounded, clearly unaware of the dress’s secrets. Lingxi, hiding behind, peeked out, her face crimson.
Mother’s eyes grew more seductive, lips parting in a barely audible moan. The dignified white dress was gone, leaving only red lust. Still, she danced with her sword, her left hand covering her crotch ostensibly for modesty, but I knew she was hiding the spirit stone. Without it, she might not have covered up at all.
Slowly, the hall’s lights went out, leaving a single lamp over the stage. In its dim glow, Mother stopped dancing, letting her sword fall with a clear ring. She straightened, no longer trying to hide.
Her hands slid up to her chest, fingers teasing the red cloths over her nipples, breath quickening. She flicked them aside, and in the dim light, her nipples glowed.
Not just her nipples their areolas were coated in some glowing substance, shining like firefly lotuses in the dark. The glow was seductive, not blinding, flickering with her breath. Her glowing breasts, bound in red net, drew every eye.
The net’s pattern cut the glow into fragments, adding a broken beauty. With each movement, her breasts trembled, sending ripples through the light.
The audience’s breathing grew heavier. The officials could barely contain themselves. The barbarian commander stepped forward, his massive frame looming, breath heavy as a beast about to pounce.
Mother seemed unaware, or deliberately ignored them. Her fingers continued to caress the glowing flesh, sometimes stroking, sometimes squeezing, always maintaining the perfect balance of display and allure.
Old Hao stared, shocked by the glowing design. Lingxi could barely stand, breath ragged, eyes glazed.
Mother’s lips curled in a subtle smile she knew how alluring she was. Her glowing breasts were like beacons, drawing every gaze, while her face remained cold, heightening the forbidden appeal. The glow flickered like two beating hearts, mirroring her excitement.
The music lingered in the darkness, a bewitching melody. Mother’s movements slowed; she crouched, legs together, then slowly parted them with her hands, striking an incredibly seductive pose like a flower blooming at midnight.
Everyone saw it: her privates, coated in glowing substance, shone in the dark. The spirit stone buried inside glowed green, illuminating her honeyed folds from within.
The mingled lights created an eerie, alluring effect. Her earlier modesty was merely a setup for this final reveal.
No one spoke the only sound was heavy breathing. Old Hao was stunned; Lingxi buried her face in her hands, body trembling.
Mother’s breath quickened, her chest rising and falling, the glowing points pulsing. Her fingers stroked her inner thighs, making the glow dance like jewels on black silk. The spirit stone’s green light flickered with her movements, in sync with her breath.
Her eyes grew misty, yet clear she was enjoying her own show. Her long legs were especially enticing in the dim light, the glowing at her thighs adding a strange allure.
Faint wet sounds echoed only a few knew what they meant. Perhaps Mother had climaxed, just like the first time she danced for the brothers, but now before dozens, even hundreds, of strangers. Though the lights were dim, the thrill was overwhelming.
Some in the audience shifted seats, eager for a closer look. Suddenly, Mother leapt gracefully, her white feet tapping the sword, floating like a feather.
“She’s… flying…”
“Sword flight…”
“She’s really flying!”
Exclamations erupted.
Mother hovered in midair, her silhouette blocking the last lamp, her face hidden. Her privates, however, glowed even brighter, and as she spun, drops of luminous fluid fell like meteors in the night.
The sound of swallowing rippled through the crowd.
“So beautiful.”
