I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 139 The Widow’s Seduction Power Level is Over 9000!

Chapter 139: Chapter 139 The Widow’s Seduction Power Level is Over 9000!

A faint tremor passed through Su Muyao’s fingers.

For the first time, hesitation crept in.

She had approached him boldly, believing she held the advantage... believing her experience, her maturity, and her understanding of men would ensure she remained in control.

Yet now, standing this close and sensing the overwhelming presence of his towering dragon pillar beneath the thin layers of cloth, she realized something deeply unsettling.

Perhaps she was not the one holding the upper hand after all.

Her eyes slowly lifted to meet Lin Feng’s.

The air between them had thickened, charged with something strong and dangerous.

Su Muyao swallowed lightly.

"I don’t think you’d want to do this, Lady Su. You might find yourself taking in more than you originally anticipated," Lin Feng said calmly.

His gaze was steady, almost knowing.

With a subtle sweep of his divine sense, he had already brushed against her thoughts.

He now understood everything about her both her past and her present.

He knew that her late husband’s so-called great staff had been no thicker than her pinky finger.

To many, such a thing might sound exaggerated.

But Lin Feng did not doubt it in the slightest.

After all, in his previous life, his own personal weapon had once been barely an inch long.

He understood all too well how fate could mock a man.

Now, however, destiny had turned in his favor.

His words stirred Su Muyao’s inner turmoil.

For a fleeting moment, surprise flickered across her eyes but she concealed it masterfully.

Her expression softened into a natural, confident smile, as though nothing he said had unsettled her in the least.

With graceful composure, she lifted a slender finger and brushed a strand of her long blonde hair neatly behind her ear.

The gesture was elegant and unhurried.

Then she rose onto her tiptoes once more, closing the distance between them.

Her lips hovered near his ear, and her warm breath brushed softly against his skin as she prepared to whisper her reply.

"You’d be surprised, Young Master Lin Feng," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, deliberately emphasizing the title to tease him further.

"There are many things I would like to do with you."

Her hand did not stop moving.

Through the layers of cloth, she continued to trace his outline, neither hurried nor shy.

Each slow stroke tested his restraint, measuring his reaction.

She could feel his steady heat, his unmistakable response to her touch.

"Now isn’t the right time," she continued softly. "But you may return tonight... and we can properly consummate what we’ve begun today."

The word lingered between them like a promise.

"Don’t make me wait too long."

There was playful confidence in her tone, but beneath it lay something deeper... curiosity, anticipation... perhaps even a hint of challenge.

Su Muyao was well aware of her own allure.

Since her husband’s passing, men from within the Su Clan and across the city had pursued her relentlessly. Some offered wealth.

Others offered protection. A few offered devotion. She had rejected them all with polite indifference.

She was beautiful, mature, and undeniably captivating. She knew the effect she had on men.

She knew how they looked at her. How they desired her.

And now, feeling the strength beneath her palm, sensing the tension in Lin Feng’s little brother despite his calm facade, she was nearly certain of her victory.

Ninety percent certain, at least.

She slowly withdrew her hand at last but only slightly, letting her fingers linger just long enough to ensure he would remember the sensation long after she stepped away.

Her eyes met his again, shimmering with playful confidence.

She had cast her invitation.

Now she would wait to see whether this proud, disciplined man would resist... or return to her tonight.

"I don’t think I’ll be able to do that, Lady Su. It wouldn’t be right."

Lin Feng’s voice was calm, almost cold, as if he were discussing something trivial rather than standing on the edge of temptation.

His posture remained straight, his expression composed.

If anyone had walked in at that moment, they would have seen nothing but a dignified teacher maintaining his boundaries.

Su Muyao studied him carefully.

She could see the discipline in his eyes... the effort it took for him to say those words.

He was not indifferent. He was resisting.

A slow, confident smile curved her lips. If gentle invitation did not work, perhaps pride would.

"I’ll be waiting for you tonight, Young Master Lin Feng," she said softly, her voice lowering just enough to make the title sound intimate rather than respectful.

"And if you don’t come..."

She paused deliberately, allowing the silence to stretch between them.

"...then I’ll simply assume you’re not man enough to satisfy a woman like me. Perhaps you’re afraid you wouldn’t be able to make someone like me happy."

The words were light, almost playful but the challenge in them was unmistakable.

Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Any man’s blood would boil at such a blatant challenge, and Lin Feng was no exception.

Pride stirred within him, hot and unyielding.

Beneath his composed exterior, his towering yang spear pulsed fiercely, as though personally offended by the doubt cast upon it.

The provocation did not merely tempt him... it challenged his very masculinity.

Before he could respond, Su Muyao stepped forward one final time.

Rising gently onto her toes, she placed a soft, fleeting peck against his lips.

It was brief... barely more than a brush but warm enough to leave an imprint that lingered far longer than the contact itself.

When she pulled away, her gaze held his for a heartbeat longer.

Then she moved away.

Her movements were graceful and unhurried as she sidestepped him.

The sway of her hips was subtle, natural yet impossible to ignore.

She did not look back as she walked toward the door, her long hair falling smoothly down her back.

She had said what needed to be said. Offered what needed to be offered.

Teased, tempted, and challenged him in equal measure.

Now, the choice belonged to him.

Reaching the doorway, she paused only for the briefest moment, her hand resting lightly on the frame as if considering whether to glance over her shoulder.

In the end, she did not.

She stepped through without another word, leaving the room heavy with silence.