Urban Romantic Divine Doctor - Chapter 55, Are you concerned about your sister-in-law?

Rinkai was an ordinary orphan with nothing but dreams of a brighter future. Honest and hardworking, he believed that effort would one day change his fate. But a tragic accident shattered everything.When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the world he knew. Instead, he found himself in a realm where strength was absolute, and the weak had no place. Just as despair crept in, a mysterious voice echoed in his mind—[Ding! The Lucky spin System has been activated!]With a system that could grant him anything through sheer luck, Rinkai’s journey in this unpredictable world was about to begin.

Scheming female assassin transmigrated to become the weak Eldest Miss, her story is wonderful and stunning, attracting peach flowers to blossom open. Cold calculating emperor? Geniusly bad crown prince? Insidious happy-go-lucky prince? Gentle physician? Ice-cold mystery male? Who is her true love? Haha, but she only eats, definitely will not take responsibility! Beautiful men be careful!

A cataclysmic threat looms over all realms in existence, unnoticed by any.The Enigma Race, the harbingers of ruin, corrupts everything in their path, harvesting countless souls for their enigmatic Lord, posing a dire threat to all living beings. No realm is safe.While confronting invading forces from a foreign multiverse, Elias is cast out of his space-time continuum and into the chaotic depths of the Temporal Vortex, a location that has spelled the doom of many, due to a catastrophic accident.To survive, the once supreme Quantum Seeker, now weakened by a cunning invader, musters all his remaining might and, against all odds, transcends the Vortex, losing his body in the process. His consciousness drifted into the miraculous Mystic Multiverse, located in a different space-time continuum. Now, determined to return and save the ones he left behind, Elias vows to reclaim his lost strength.But as time passed, Elias discovered that the new realm isn’t as simple as he initially thought…

[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.