The legal age for the "third party" is sixteen. I The wind howls and the rain drums late at night; beautiful women and lovely maidens enter my dreams.

It was late, and Wang Zhuo was sleeping soundly. After enduring several days without any women, his waking thoughts had bled into his dreams, and he was currently engaged in a vigorous "Intestinal Coil Battle" with a goddess in his slumber.

The term "Intestinal Coil Battle" originates from the classical Chinese opera Jie Pai Guan, describing a heroic general named Luo Tong who, after being impaled through the abdomen, refused to leave the battlefield. Instead, he coiled his protruding intestines around his waist and continued to fight, ultimately slaying his opponent in a magnificent display of martial prowess. However, through the interpretations of modern literati, the "Intestinal Coil Battle" somehow transformed into a euphemism for the friction between a man and a woman.

As Wang Zhuo was embracing an ambiguously beautiful figure in his dream, several dazzling flashes of lightning suddenly ripped across the overcast sky outside his window, illuminating the room brighter than day. Yet, he remained utterly oblivious, sprawled on the bed in a starfish position, a lazy, satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Crackling thunderclaps shook the windowpanes until they rattled. His expression shifted slightly; he kicked off the light blanket draped over him and continued his sweet dream, displaying the composure of an ancient general whose resolve remained unshaken even as Mount Tai crumbled before him. It was merely that the dream was too beautiful to awaken from.

But Qin Siqing and Siyuan, the "third party," sleeping in the adjacent room, were not as placid. Qin Siqing slept facing the window, and the lightning strikes jolted her awake. When the thunder caused the large bed to tremble slightly, Siyuan also startled awake.

With lightning flashing frequently and continuous thunder, the two girls exchanged nervous glances. Qin Siqing jumped out of bed, switched on the room light, then quickly returned, sitting on the bed and wrapping herself tightly in the duvet. "Some fellow cultivator is undergoing tribulation nearby, perhaps…" Qin Siqing tentatively joked to Siyuan. Unfortunately, her joke fell flat. Siyuan had never read any Xianxia novels and was completely unfamiliar with terms like "fellow cultivator" or "undergoing tribulation," staring back at Qin Siqing with confusion. Seeing this, Qin Siqing could only offer a helpless smile and ask, "What now? We won't be able to sleep." Siyuan nodded. "I wonder if Instructor Wang is awake." "Let's go check," Qin Siqing threw off the covers. "If he’s also awake, we can just chat."

The two young women slipped out of their bedroom and turned on the living room light. Qin Siqing raised her hand to knock on Wang Zhuo's bedroom door, but Siyuan stopped her in a whisper, "That will wake him up. Let’s check first." She quietly turned the spherical doorknob and pushed the door open soundlessly, creating a gap wide enough to peek through. Qin Siqing, being slightly taller, peered in from above, while Siyuan, shorter and crouching low, looked in from below. The soft light from the living room shone in behind them. Wang Zhuo was sleeping comfortably on his bed in a starfish pose—wait, no, it looked more like a tally mark! Good heavens! The girls’ eyes immediately fixed on the sight. Wang Zhuo was clearly in a deep sleep, even sporting a veritable flagpole! Though not fully erect, it was still quite impressive! A flash of lightning suddenly illuminated the room like daylight, instantly freezing the vividly detailed image in the girls’ minds. Siyuan involuntarily thrust her waist forward, bumping her chin hard against Qin Siqing’s. Startled, the two guilty girls immediately retracted their heads from the crack in the door! Rumbling thunder crashed overhead, making both their hearts skip a beat. A gust of wind blew in from the living room window, carrying a chill that swept between their legs and blew Wang Zhuo’s bedroom door wide open. Their gazes involuntarily drifted back inside. Wang Zhuo seemed to feel the cool breeze, shifted slightly, and turned his back towards the door. Qin Siqing quickly reached out, pulled the door closed gently, exchanged a meaningful look with the secretly amused Siyuan, and then turned to leave. "That’s the first time I’ve ever seen a man completely naked," she said, her emotions complex, caught between laughter and despair. Siyuan secretly smirked, thinking, Forget naked, I’ve seen Instructor Wang’s entire performance—it's more exciting than many movies! "What are you laughing at?" Qin Siqing asked. Hearing this, Siyuan burst out laughing, "I’m laughing because Sister Xiaoyue’s eyes were completely glued to the sight just now." So that was it! Qin Siqing snorted, "So what? Weren't you stunned too?" The lightning and thunder seemed to cease, and the surroundings quieted temporarily. Qin Siqing turned off the main light in their room, leaving only a small bedside lamp lit. Wang Zhuo’s image lingered in her mind, and it took a long time before she managed to drift back to sleep. Once her breathing became slow and even, and her body remained still for a long time, Siyuan, who seemed to have been asleep all along, tiptoed out of bed. She paused briefly in the living room to confirm Qin Siqing was deeply asleep, then quietly slipped into Wang Zhuo’s room. Lying behind Wang Zhuo, the girl didn't dare take a full breath, her heart pounding fiercely, her mouth dry. After what felt like an age, she cautiously turned onto her side, examining Wang Zhuo’s broad, muscular back from behind. Her gaze gradually drifted downward, landing on his posterior. A man's backside is admittedly not as aesthetically pleasing as a woman’s, but as the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. In Siyuan’s young heart, Instructor Wang’s butt was incredibly, unbelievably handsome… The storm seemed to have moved into the distance. When lightning flashed again, it was merely a brief illumination, not as intense as before. The thunder also became distant and dull. The people who had been awakened finally returned to their dreams one by one, and the lights that had come on in the apartment complex were gradually extinguished. Siyuan must have fallen asleep at some point too. She temporarily treated Wang Zhuo like a human-shaped giant pillow, snuggling close to him, with one leg draped over his thigh and her hand resting on his firm pectoral muscle, sleeping deeply and soundly. Wang Zhuo remained completely unaware of what had transpired. In his sleep, he had just concluded an intensely pleasurable dream and mistook Siyuan, whose arm was around him, for the woman in his dream. Occasionally, he even stroked her thigh resting on him, savoring the smooth texture beneath his hand. The heavy rain lasted all night, the dark clouds obscuring the rising sun, making the dawn arrive exceptionally late that day. When Siyuan woke up, the world outside was still a dreary gray. She buried her face near Wang Zhuo’s armpit, listening to the young man’s steady, powerful heartbeat, her chest filled to the brim with a sense of happiness. She quietly withdrew her leg from Wang Zhuo’s lower abdomen, accidentally brushing against a cool spot—not soft, not hard, but perfectly elastic. She dared to slip her small hand over, hesitating to touch with her fingertips. Instead, she lightly traced the area with her finger pad, feeling its texture and resilience, her heart rate gradually quickening. Instructor Wang must like it when I bite… She was quite undecided. What if Instructor Wang woke up and got angry? Besides, many online articles mentioned that novices sometimes hurt their partners when doing this, because even though the tongue is very capable, the teeth get in the way… Just as she was hesitating, the arm she had been using as a pillow for over two hours began to tingle, and Wang Zhuo subconsciously shifted it. She quickly looked up, and Wang Zhuo naturally lifted his arm, drawing her head into the crook of his armpit. At this moment, Wang Zhuo was in the transitional state between sleep and wakefulness, completely unaware of who was sleeping beside him, only knowing it was his woman. He casually patted her back and stretched his body. Siyuan didn't dare breathe, already planning to retreat before Wang Zhuo fully woke up and make a swift exit! A few seconds later, Wang Zhuo noticed the woman hadn't moved for a while. He patted her back again, adding a bit more force. Siyuan had no idea this was part of Instructor Wang's mandatory morning routine—it was a signal for her to move lower down. His demand perfectly aligned with her unexecuted intention, but she completely misunderstood what he meant! Feeling the pressure from Wang Zhuo's hand, she hesitantly slid her body downwards a little. Seeing her move a couple of times and then stop, Wang Zhuo simply used his fingers to stroke near her lips, nudging her with his elbow as a further prompt! Only then did Siyuan finally understand! At the same time, she realized Instructor Wang had absolutely mistaken her for another woman. For anyone else, this situation would be deeply frustrating—who wants to be mistaken for another lover while offering intimacy? But Siyuan was the only one who didn't see it that way. So, after just a moment of hesitation, she decided to play along, sat up, draped a pillowcase over Wang Zhuo’s face, and then lowered her head… Wang Zhuo was awake now, truly awake. But for a moment, he couldn't grasp the situation. Who was using a pillowcase for some erotic game? This move was actually quite good! He deliberately refrained from using his X-ray vision, first sniffing subtly. Unfortunately, the air only carried the scent of shampoo and soap; he couldn't detect the fragrances of Ganshuang or Qi Fei. Listening for sound? There wasn't much; usually, only Guan Yingying made distinct noises. It seemed unlikely to be her. He reached out to touch, but his hand was blocked. Waves of pleasure surged upward, making Wang Zhuo take several deep breaths from sheer delight. He immediately ruled out Ganshuang; her technique wasn't this good! That left only Qi Fei. Wang Zhuo started, startled—Qi Fei’s unique body fragrance was very distinct; even after a recent shower, it would be noticeable in a poorly ventilated, enclosed room. It wasn't her! Immediately following, his mind became fully active. Not only had he eliminated his known lovers, but he also recalled the two guests staying at the house. The answer was practically screaming itself: Qin Xue’s daughter wouldn't be engaging in this kind of activity first thing in the morning; she wasn't insane. That left only Siyuan! Wang Zhuo was stunned. Reverse deduction? Was this a joke? The question he had agonized over for so long had this answer? This—this was what happened?! The warm embrace and skillful ministrations interrupted his swirling thoughts. The inexperienced technique was skillfully masked by the devoted service. Wang Zhuo’s brain short-circuited repeatedly, overwhelmed by surges of pleasure that washed over him like tides. Reverse deduction be damned… Wang Zhuo’s thoughts gradually dissolved. The die was cast; he might as well enjoy it!