Inside the bedroom of Qingzhu Xiaoxuan, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, the gauze curtains hung low, and a moist and ambiguous atmosphere permeated the entire room.
The beautiful woman beneath Lin Yuan was rendered speechless by his thrusts. Her plump, fleshy legs were tightly wrapped around the young man's lean waist, her ankles intertwined behind his buttocks, and her ten delicate toes curled and opened with each thrust. Her tender white thighs trembled with each impact, making crisp "slap, slap, slap" sounds that echoed in the room.
"Xiao Yuan... Xiao Yuan... be gentle..." The beautiful woman's voice was broken from the intense pleasure, her phoenix eyes, full of spring, were slightly upturned, the corners of her eyes tinged with watery red, and she couldn't help but shake her head and moan softly, "Aunt Mu... Aunt Mu can't take it anymore... it's too deep..."
Lin Yuan didn't answer, looking down at his own penis thrusting in and out of her plump, tender pink opening. Each thrust of his large glans slammed into the deepest part of her flower, making a "plop plop" sound. Her beautiful face, flushed with lustful desire from his ministrations, had long, wet black hair clinging to her cheeks and white neck. Her two round, perky breasts swayed back and forth with his thrusts, their nipples hard and rosy. Lin Yuan reached out and grasped one of her breasts, kneading and squeezing the flesh, while his other hand braced himself against her side, his lower body relentlessly accelerating its thrusts.
The beautiful woman's plump vulva was filled to the brim by his thick, long penis, her tender flesh being pulled out and pushed back in, her juices flowing down her buttocks and soaking the sheets. She moaned "Ah ah," her fleshy buttocks involuntarily rising to meet his thrusts, each time pushing the large penis deeper, making her whole body go numb.
"Aunt Mu…you're so tight inside." Lin Yuan finally spoke, his voice low and cold, but the teasing in his tone was clearly audible. "You were a virgin just three days ago, but now you're so good at sucking cock."
The beautiful woman blushed crimson, utterly ashamed, yet her body instinctively tightened its grip, her seductive voice breaking as she murmured, "It's all your fault... all because of you, you little rascal... you fucked me..."
Lin Yuan chuckled softly, then suddenly pulled out, leaving only the head of his penis stuck at the entrance of her vagina. He then thrust the entire penis back in, grinding it heavily against the sensitive, soft flesh inside her vagina.
"Ugh—" The beautiful woman trembled all over, her hands gripping the sheets tightly until her knuckles turned white. A large gush of clear, lustful fluid gushed out, drenching his lower abdomen. She convulsed as she reached orgasm. A white light exploded in her mind, leaving only panting and trembling.
Lin Yuan's scalp tingled from the intense contractions during her orgasm, his lower back ached, and he couldn't hold back any longer. With a heavy breath, his penis opened wide, and streams of hot, thick semen poured into the depths of her uterus, scalding the beautiful woman and causing her to shiver again. Her phoenix eyes went dazed, and only intermittent sobs could be heard from her mouth.
After a long, intense climax, Lin Yuan lowered his head slightly, lying prone on her voluptuous, soft body, burying his face in the crook of her neck, feeling the warmth emanating from the ripe, beautiful woman beneath him. Her breasts pressed against his chest, soft and elastic, her two fleshy thighs still wrapped around his waist, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the tingling sensation.
He lay there quietly for a while, enjoying the soft, sweet warmth of her body.
A moment later, he slowly withdrew his now-softened penis, and with a "pop," a stream of white fluid flowed out, trickling down her swollen vulva and dripping onto the sheets. Lin Yuan got up and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his penis, still glistening with precum, then turning to look at the beautiful woman lying on the bed, panting, her large eyes slightly closed, her eyes brimming with desire. His voice was languid: "Aunt Mu, lick it clean."
Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman came to her senses, propped herself up, gave him a reproachful look, and tapped his chest with her delicate white fingertip: "Xiao Yuan... really, you always bully your Aunt Mu like this."
Despite complaining, she obediently knelt up, raised her stunningly beautiful face, gathered her long, loose hair, and lowered her head to take the penis, which was covered in her vaginal fluid and his semen, into her mouth. Her red lips slightly parted, and her small tongue skillfully licked from the base to the tip, circling the glans and carefully swallowing the sticky liquid.
Lin Yuan tilted his head back comfortably, his breathing becoming slightly lower. He placed his large hand on her soft hair, stroking it slowly, enjoying the feeling of her obedient service. The beautiful woman held his penis in her mouth, sucking and licking, her tongue probing the glans and gently scraping, carefully cleaning every groove. After a while, having licked the entire penis clean, she released the now slightly erect member, looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, and licked her rosy lips with lingering satisfaction: "Little Yuan, how does it feel?"
Lin Yuan lowered his eyes to look at her glistening lips, his tone languid with satisfaction: "Not bad, very comfortable. Aunt Mu's oral skills... are getting better and better."
Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman smiled even more charmingly, and then, as if to please him, she leaned down and stuck out her tongue to gently lick his scrotum hanging down below. Her warm, soft tongue circled around it until Lin Yuan took a slight breath, at which point she stopped, looked up at him expectantly, and asked, "Then... is that Nascent Soul Pill that Aunt Mu asked you to refine last time... done yet?"
Lin Yuan glanced at her indifferently, took a small jade bottle from beside the pillow, and casually handed it over: "All done."
The beautiful woman quickly took the bottle, uncorked it, and a rich medicinal fragrance wafted out. Inside lay a pill with a flowing, azure-gold luster—a Nascent Soul Pill of exceptional quality. Her face lit up with joy, a genuine smile spreading across her beautiful features. Excitedly, she held the bottle in both hands, leaned forward, and planted a quick kiss on the young man's handsome cheek. Then, she bent down and placed a deep kiss on his penis, which she had just cleaned: "Thank you, Xiao Yuan! You're so kind!"
Lin Yuan's lips curled up slightly at her enthusiasm. He reached out and ruffled her hair, then picked up his half-erect penis and gently patted the beautiful woman's delicate cheek: "If Aunt Mu is in trouble, it is only natural for Xiao Yuan to help. If you have any problems in the future, just come to me."
The beautiful woman nodded repeatedly: "Definitely, definitely."
After saying that, she carefully put away the jade bottle, dressed herself, tidied her slightly messy hair, turned back and gave him a charming smile, then stepped out of the bedroom, lifted the curtain and gracefully left.
Lin Yuan leaned against the headboard, watching her sway her plump, round buttocks as she walked to the door, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He'd been running the Green Bamboo Pavilion in this small town for quite some time. The beautiful woman who had just left was named Mu Qingyi, a renowned late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in the cultivation world. She had lived for countless years, her alluring charm only growing more mature and captivating with time. She had been stuck at the late-stage Nascent Soul realm for nearly a century, struggling to find a high-quality Transformation Pill, unable to take that final step. Later, hearing that the owner of the Green Bamboo Pavilion, Mr. Lin, could refine such a pill, she came seeking his help, clinging to a sliver of hope.
Lin Yuan had just finished looking at her when he said calmly, "I can ask for the pill, but the price is... you must accompany me for three days."
Mu Qingyi raised an eyebrow, her expression showing a hint of anger: "Xiao Yuan, don't joke with Aunt Mu."
Lin Yuan didn't say much, but slowly took a sip of tea and looked at her unhurriedly: "If it doesn't work, then forget it."
After much hesitation, Mu Qingyi finally succumbed to the allure of the Nascent Soul realm. It was a threshold that a cultivator might struggle to cross in their entire life, yet she was only one step away from it. Her face flushed, she gritted her teeth and nodded, settling down in the backyard of Qingzhu Xiaoxuan.
For the next three days and three nights, Lin Yuan thoroughly ravaged the beautiful woman, inside and out, top and bottom. Mu Qingyi, who had lived for hundreds of years and had never been touched by anyone, was deflowered by Lin Yuan on the bed in Xiao Xuan. Her first night was spent being pinned down and stripped naked by Lin Yuan, who barely gave her any foreplay, forcefully inserting his large penis inch by inch into her tight virginity, causing her to tremble and moan in pain. In the following two days, Lin Yuan used all sorts of methods, thoroughly ravaging her mouth, vagina, and anus, filling each one with hot semen. On the last night, Mu Qingyi lay paralyzed on the bed, rolling around, unable to even close her legs. All three orifices were red and swollen from being penetrated, and her anus was still slowly dripping white fluid. Her entire body was covered with the marks left by Lin Yuan.
But he kept his promise and delivered a high-quality Nascent Soul Pill to her in just a few days.
The transaction between the two was a pleasant affair for both host and guest. Such "transactions" had already occurred countless times in his bamboo-lined pavilion. Lin Yuan leisurely took a bath, pondering whether any new female cultivators would come to his door tomorrow. He never asked for much, but if someone was willing to pay, he was always happy to help.
Lin Yuan slowly and methodically dressed in his bedroom, casually draping a blue robe over his shoulders and tying his long hair up with a plain wooden hairpin. He tidied up the messy bedding on the bed, put the empty jade bottle into his storage ring, and then pushed open the bamboo door of the bedroom and walked slowly into the front hall shop.
The shop, Qingzhu Xiaoxuan, wasn't large, but its decor was quite elegant. A sandalwood counter and several rows of wooden shelves displayed various elixirs, magical artifacts, and spiritual materials. The shop was spotless and bright. At this moment, a woman sat on a bamboo chair used for serving customers. Her back was straight, her posture upright, and she held a cup of tea that Lin Yuan had brewed during the day, but she didn't touch it. She simply sat quietly, like a cold, sculpted statue.
Lin Yuan's gaze fell on her, and he paused slightly.
The woman appeared to be in her early thirties, dressed in a dark blue, fitted robe embroidered with the cloud-patterned emblem of the market government office. The robe's tailored fit accentuated her tall, slender figure. Her legs were long and straight, even while seated. Her face was strikingly beautiful: eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like cold stars, a high nose, and pale red lips. Her features were delicate yet sharp, exuding an air of officialdom and sternness. She radiated an air of impartiality and uncompromising competence, making it clear at a glance that she was someone who had long been in charge of regulations.
Her name is Ao Qingge, and she is one of the administrators in charge of collecting stall fees in this cultivation market. She is aloof and taciturn, seemingly unapproachable, yet meticulous in her work, leaving no detail unchecked. The cultivators in the market have given her a nickname in private: "Iron-Faced Lady."
When Ao Qingge saw Lin Yuan come out of the inner room, she put down her teacup, stood up, and stood as straight as a pine tree. Without exchanging pleasantries, she went straight to the point, her voice clear and crisp: "The stall fee for Qingzhu Xiaoxuan this month is a total of four hundred spirit stones, plus a town-building fee of sixty, for a total of four hundred and sixty. Mr. Lin, please pay in full."