Disciple, Don’t—Master, I’m Much Older Than You

"Ah..."

"No, my disciple, you mustn’t..."

In the dimly lit room stood a woman of ethereal beauty, clothed in a simple white dress—her allure otherworldly and enchanting. At this moment, she was cornered against the wall by a young man of striking features, his eyebrows like drawn swords, his eyes bright as stars, and his face sharply defined.

The atmosphere grew tense.

"Master, it's been five years," the young man said. "Do you know how I've lived through these five years?"

His name was Su Yifan. He was not only the woman’s disciple but her personally chosen inheritor.

Su Yifan gripped her wrists tightly, his face drawing close—so close that they could hear each other's breathing and the thundering of their hearts.

"Yifan, don’t..." she pleaded, turning her face aside. "I am your master, and I am much older than you. We are not suited for this."

"So what?" Su Yifan chuckled softly. "They say a woman three years older is worth her weight in gold. The older my master, the richer I become."

"But... mmm—"

She tried to protest, but before she could finish, Su Yifan pressed his lips to hers.

In the instant their lips met, her eyes widened in shock, her body trembled, and she stood frozen.

After three seconds, she pushed Su Yifan away and gazed into his eyes, her own burning with intensity. "Yifan, do you understand the consequences of this?"

Su Yifan’s expression was earnest. "Rest