Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Although Liliya's speech was disjointed, Ye Fei still understood her meaning: one of her childhood combat teachers was from Long Country.

This made Ye Fei marvel at the girl's genius not only in combat but also in language. She hadn't forgotten what she had learned as a child, and her pronunciation was still spot-on.

This made Ye Fei like Liliya even more. Although his English was excellent, he naturally preferred speaking Long Country's language. The thought of being able to communicate with Liliya in Long Country's language instead of awkward English made him feel much more at ease.

At this moment, Song Ci was in a rare burst of maternal affection. Although Liliya hadn't shown her much respect, Song Ci wasn't angry. Instead, she happily went to arrange breakfast for her.

After Song Ci left, Ye Fei looked at Liliya and asked, "Liliya, would you like to become my disciple?"

"Disciple?" Liliya repeated, clearly confused about what the term meant.

"It means learning martial arts from me," Ye Fei explained. He pulled his arm out of Liliya's grasp and demonstrated a few moves from the Liu family's martial arts in the courtyard.

Watching Ye Fei's fluid movements, Liliya's eyes gradually lit up. After Ye Fei finished, she immediately replicated the moves he had just shown, each stance and technique identical to his. Ye Fei couldn't help but silently exclaim, "Genius!"

After finishing the moves, Liliya ran back to Ye Fei, hugged his arm, and happily exclaimed, "Become a disciple, learn martial arts!" Her crisp, childlike voice was utterly adorable.

However, Ye Fei wasn't entirely comfortable at this moment. Liliya, who had never been exposed to the outside world, seemed to have no concept of boundaries between men and women.

Yet, she had a figure that rivaled that of a mature woman.

As she tightly hugged Ye Fei's arm, pressing it into the softness of her ample bosom, the exquisite sensation instantly stirred Ye Fei's desires, which he had barely managed to suppress the night before. It took considerable effort for him to calm his restless urges.

A while later, Song Ci returned, calling out, "Master, breakfast is ready. Let's eat." But then she saw Liliya still clinging tightly to Ye Fei's arm, and her lips couldn't help but pout.

Perhaps the brief absence had diminished Song Ci's maternal glow. Now, seeing Liliya being so intimate with Ye Fei, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

Especially when she noticed her so-called junior sister's ample bosom, which was even larger than her mother's and aunt's, tightly pressing against Master's arm. It made her feel envious and resentful. Why was hers so small in comparison?

By this time, Song Xuan had also gotten up. When Ye Fei and the others arrived in the dining room, she was sitting with Yan Ruyu, quietly chatting about something. Ye Fei had no choice but to sit across from them, while Liliya naturally took the seat next to Ye Fei. After sitting down, she seemed to feel it was too far and moved her chair closer until she was pressed tightly against Ye Fei, finally satisfied.

Facing Song Xuan's somewhat disapproving gaze, Ye Fei could only respond with a wry smile. Then, he had no choice but to do something even more intimate with Liliya—feeding her.

The girl, having lived in Great Britain, a Western country, had no idea how to use chopsticks. Unwilling to let her eat with her hands, Ye Fei had to take on the role of a caretaker, which inevitably drew dissatisfaction from the three women, including Yan Ruyu.

Over the day, the women's dissatisfaction gradually turned into deep resignation. Liliya was simply too clingy.

Wherever Ye Fei went, she followed. And whenever they were still, she would tightly hug his arm, tormenting him with her voluptuous figure.

Only when Ye Fei taught her martial arts moves could she let go for a while?

But Liliya, being an absolute genius in this regard, learned everything almost instantly, rarely needing Ye Fei to demonstrate a move more than once. With Ye Fei's limited repertoire of techniques, the entire day was spent with her practically glued to him.

To be fair, being so adored by beauty was quite a pleasant experience, satisfying a man's ego. However, Ye Fei was still a man—a man far more potent than the average. Having a stunningly beautiful woman with a youthful face, ample bosom, and a childlike voice constantly clinging to him, with certain parts of him occasionally reacting involuntarily, was a form of torture. For the sake of maintaining his dignity as a master, he couldn't let those reactions show. This kind of torment was lethal. Ye Fei felt that even fighting a peer-level expert for an entire day wouldn't be as exhausting as today.

Finally, night fell, and Ye Fei thought he would be free. But to his dismay, when he and Song Xuan entered their room, Liliya followed them in. No matter how Ye Fei tried to explain, it was useless. She just looked at him with a pitiful expression. In the end, after a day of getting to know her, the three women collectively persuaded her to reluctantly leave Ye Fei and follow Song Ci to her room.

Watching Liliya leave, Ye Fei finally let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed onto the bed, not wanting to move a muscle.

Song Xuan walked over to the bed, looking at Ye Fei with a smile. "What's wrong? Can't bear to part with her?"

Ye Fei reached out, pulled Song Xuan's sexy body on top of him, and kissed her lips. "You're not jealous, are you?"

"Please, I know you too well. If I were the jealous type, I'd have died from the acidity by now," Song Xuan laughed. "Besides, Liliya isn't someone you can be jealous of. She's just too pitiful."

"Yeah," Ye Fei sighed softly. "She just sees me as a protector, nothing more."

Song Xuan suddenly giggled, her soft chest rubbing against Ye Fei's firm one until he was thoroughly aroused. Then she said, "Explaining is just masking. I don't believe you're not interested in such a beauty. Honestly, it would've been better to let her stay tonight. Then I wouldn't have to suffer so much from your… enthusiasm."

Ye Fei put on a stern face and lightly smacked Song Xuan's perky butt. "Nonsense! She's my disciple. How could I have such thoughts?"

"Really?" Song Xuan teased, chuckling. "Then who was it that kept going hard and soft during the day?"

Ye Fei's face turned red. He suddenly flipped Song Xuan onto her back and growled, "Daring to mock your husband? I'll show you just how hard I can be!"

"Help me…" Song Xuan giggled, kicking off another sleepless night.