She breathed.
He pressed the tip of himself against her entrance and she felt, with complete, undeniable, no-more-clinical-framing clarity, that she was a virgin and that this was not going to feel like a meridian flush.
The pressure built.
She gripped his thighs.
"'—Something is — something is wrong — it's too—'"
"'—It's the root seal,'" he said. His voice absolutely even. "'—The Foundation fracture has a physical manifestation at the base junction. The energy transfer will break through it. Breathe.'"
"'—I don't think—'"
He pressed his palm flat against her lower belly again.
Qi flooded in.
Her meridians — the ones running clean now, the ones that had been blocked for three months — opened wider at the external pressure, and the warmth ran down and outward, and her body loosened in a way she had not authorized, and in that moment he pushed forward and she—
"'—AH—'"
The sound tore out of her.
Not a cultivation sound. Not any kind of managed sound.
He was inside her.
