My Mother Has a System but Won't Use It

"Hey Liyue!!"

A knock came from outside the room. Liyue was startled and looked down at Han Li who was in the middle of lubricating her asshole. She asked with shyness, "It's Yuanfen outside, should I answer her?"

Han Li leaned down and kissed her but at the same time, pushed his cock deep into her through the back. She was briefly breath-taken and pulled his face closer by running her hand through his hair and pushing him towards her.

Han Li pushed her down and tightly held her to the bed, she muffled a moan but it was unnecessary as their lips met once more and she moaned into his mouth. She could feel it, the powerful thrusts slamming into her back. Her mind was filled with pleasure—she loved this feeling.

Wei Yuanfen banged on the door again. "Liyue, what are you doing in there? I saw you entering. Argh, open up already! I have other things to do."

Moaning in between, her face almost teary from pleasure, she said out loud, "Yuanfen, what do you want? Go away now, come later!"

Mm~

Suddenly, an angry Wei Yuanfen banged the door open and the hinges broke.

Liyue glared at her in obvious displeasure while the fuming woman stopped stunned in her tracks. Han Li slowed down his thrusts and looked at his disciple with annoyance.

"You don't sleep with me for one thing but you won't allow me to have my time either?" he asked.

Wei Yuanfen blushed red, her face becoming scarlet as she stumbled a step back. "The monk said…I… I will leave and come back later!" Liyue moved her hand in irritation and caught a pillow by the side, accurately, she threw it at Wei Yuanfen and it slammed right into the embarrassed woman's face.

"A NO means a NO!" Liyue said angrily. "You ruined the mood."

Wei Yuanfen was too embarrassed to talk, so she stood up and dusted her pants, making Han Li look at her curiously. Then, she looked at the naked Liyue who was under Han Li, and then at Han Li, seeing their naturalness in the position of yin and yang, she cursed under her breath and turned around.

Before leaving, though, she threw the pillow right at Han Li's face, which he quickly ducked to avoid. As the pillow hit the wall and slid down on the bed, the door was slammed shut and an embarrassed Wei Yuanfen ran away.

Han Li looked at Liyue, who still appeared irritated. He kissed her forehead first, then asked, "Why are you so mad? Poor girl, she must have felt like digging a hole and jumping into it."

"Humph," Liyue snorted. "We are friends and all but there is a limit, you know? She is always like that. There is almost no boundary to her… like she is so insensitive to such things. I like her as one of my junior sister disciples but ruining OUR time is a bit overboard."

Han Li felt himself release inside her and he slipped out.

Then, he fell on the side of her bed and looked at the ceiling.

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Liyue sighed, their session was interrupted and ruined, she pouted.

"Seriously, I am going to beat her up in the next training session. Black and blues," She said, showing her dissatisfaction with both Yuanfen and Han Li.

Why was he bailing out so quickly?

It's not like he lacked stamina or something, he just didn't want to do it!

Smiling, Han Li caught her hand and made her fall on his chest. Liyue poutingly wrapped her hand around him. He said, "You don't know her, Liyue. She is struggling, far more than you could imagine."

Liyue grew a bit confused and she thought for a second. If her Brother Han said something, it certainly must have a reason. She then said dubiously, "This event aside, I don't really like that woman's attitude in some areas—she is far too indifferent under her caring guise."

He gently squeezed Liyue's butt. Then sighed, "Indeed, you noticed her indifference."

"Of course, I noticed," Liyue grumbled. "I was first creeped out thinking whether she had some kind of deviant interests. Like loving other women instead of men or similar issues… just think of it Big Brother, you look so stunningly handsome and her eyes don't linger on you for even a second more than necessary. She looks at you and everyone else with just the same level of value.

Apathetically, even."

Han Li nodded. "Continue," he said.

Liyue was even more confused. "Wei Yuanfen is not bad, in fact, I feel much more secure around her than Hua Yu or Hua Feilan. I have a feeling Hua Feilan would join the harem one day or other, after all, the way she looks at you… I know that kind of eyes. It's skeptical and hesitant but as your disciple, she does have some feelings for you."

"It's inevitable…" Han Li chuckled. "She has been my disciple for more than a year now, she certainly would have some levels of feelings for me, but most of it is respect. She is not that shallow—like YOU were when you met me. That… is a woman with a story."

Liyue nodded. "But look at Wei Yuanfen, she is not at all interested in you or...anyone. She is like a log of wood, unfeeling and uncaring. It almost seems like she is deliberately playing us all to get what she wants. Her cheer and everything, just a big mask. I am almost scared of her deep down—Big Brother, I really don't even want to talk about it like this."

"Liyue, it is the opposite." Her man sighed. "I didn't tell you but there is something… she wishes to fall in love with me more than anyone, for all words' sake, even YOU didn't really wish to fall in love with me like she does. She wants to, she wants to fall in love, she desperately does."

"Why?" she was skeptical and rather in disbelief.

"She has the Love Spark and when she Evolves, the more she loves someone, the more Dao Crystals she can generate. Like I gain Dao Crystals by sex and lust. She wants to fall in love—as it would aid her in cultivation. She wants to cultivate higher because she has a dead mother who she wishes to revive.

"That woman has a hard time feeling emotional. In fact, in her opinion, she is a walking… dead person. She is just, as you said, wearing the mask of cheerfulness and walking around in that manner, everything is in black and white for her. Poor girl, she is what you can call someone who is broken, someone who is trying to fix themselves."

A long silence.

Stunned and speechless, Liyue punched his chest.

"Why are you only telling it to me now? I have been…" she paled slightly. "Argg, hell Big Brother, you should have told me… sooner."

"Why?" Han Li asked, frowning.

"… I always bully her in passive aggression when you are not around. I am so sorry…"

She bit her lips.

Han Li was speechless.

"Why? I always see you being generous to her with your advice in training her. You are as much her master as I am, Liyue."

Liyue bit his shoulder powerfully, feeling the guilt rise.

"I thought she was fooling you and you didn't notice. I… I didn't do anything overboard, just telling her off or ignoring her. Just that. I also faintly… mocked her indifference and masks many times. I even… argh, I even told Mother Yue to be wary of her."

Liyue was on the verge of tears and her mind was being overflowed by guilt.

Wei Yuanfen was genuinely trying yet she had shown her the cold shoulder many, many times. Even her mother Li Yao didn't see the woman in a good light, because of her, even though she didn't act on it—unlike herself.

Now that she thought of it, Yuanfen had always come to see her with a smile but today, she had something urgent to say.

She quickly sat up and began dressing up in a hurry, she had to see her and speak to her!

Han Li laid on her bed smilingly and as she wore her panties, kicked her butt.

She almost fell over but she glared at him, "It's all because you didn't warn me Big Brother, no massages, no heads, and nothing for you today!"

Han Li chuckled. "I have your mother. And don't worry, she is a strong girl."

Liyue quickly got dressed and walked out of the room with rapid steps, then, she stopped as she saw the sight of Wei Yuanfen, sitting on the veranda with a blank gaze. Her footsteps paused and halfway through, she turned around and ran back into the room. She shut the door behind her.

Breathing heavily, she looked at Han Li who was looking at her amusingly.

"Tell me how to heal her heart!" she asked.

"I am no miracle daughter, my love."

"You made me more confident like it was no one's deal. I could now go stand in front of a king and ask for his throne, YOU did that to me. Heal her too."

Han Li beckoned her and she obediently walked closer. Seeing his secretive face, she leaned her ear near him and he muttered, "I am not ignoring her, I am giving her time. If you want to heal someone that desperately, heal me, I too just can't feel for people I don't care about."

She was stunned and looked at him intensely.

"Don't tell me… you don't care about me?"

Just as the dream reached there, the world around her grew hazy. Liyue's gaze came to herself. She was stunned. Where was she?

What had she been doing?

She tried to take deep breaths but then they all felt shallow. She looked around; she was in darkness. Immediately, one of her Brother Han's many teachings echoed in her mind—Lucid Dreams.

Dreams where the dreamer is lucid, where the dreamer can lead the dreams.

She exhaled.

Was Lucid Dreams supposed to happen in Breakthrough Dreams?

Then, she looked around herself and immediately, her surroundings shifted.

She was now in another room, a prayer hall where monks sat in prayer.

"It's three years ago." She thought. Then she frowned heavily as she began walking.

She then paused, seeing a woman sit in boredom to the side—herself.

Gulping, she looked at everything and realized, "I am outside the dream now."

She was outside the dream and around her, everything seemed to be happening.

This was her Breakthrough Dream, a process that happens after every Breakthrough for a Cultivator. This process had led many cultivators to suicide before because they couldn't handle their own memories. This COULD be a deadly process.

Yet, here she was…

Lucid.

She walked out of the room in a bit of eery fear.

The clouds outside were dark and ominous, rain was falling in relentless sheets. She remembered this day three years ago. Storm-filled, rainy, and filled with the mumbling sounds of monks.

It had been an ordinary day.