"Ah... ahhh... I'm... I'm coming! Brother Xiaoye... harder... ah!"
With a seductive cry, Xu Ruanyao was pushed to the peak of pleasure. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, her jade-like legs tightly wrapped around Li Ye's head, her feet tensing with unbearable desire.
Her head tilted back deeply, her exquisite face flushed crimson and utterly alluring. Her beautiful eyes were tightly shut, her small mouth slightly open as she gasped for breath. Lost in the onslaught of pleasure, her brows furrowed slightly, her expression a mix of agony and ecstasy.
Li Ye could feel the tight contractions of her honeyed passage, its walls gripping his manhood firmly. After thrusting over a hundred times, his defenses finally gave way. A tingling pleasure surged from the tip of his member, traveling up his spine and spreading to every corner of his body.
"Ah..."
With a low groan, a stream of milky-white fluid erupted from the tip of his manhood, deeply embedded within her, splashing against her core.
The scalding sensation inside her passage pushed Xu Ruanyao to another climax. Her body trembled even more frantically as she desperately wrapped her arms around Li Ye's waist, her hips swaying left and right, allowing her slick passage to grind intimately against his manhood.
Waves of pleasure, like a raging storm, ravaged her body. In that moment, she felt as though nothing else in the world existed—only the tingling ecstasy emanating from her core, making her feel as if she were floating between heaven and earth. Her body exuded a rich, sensual fragrance, and her skin took on a faint blush under the impact of their passion.
After their shared ecstasy, the two clung tightly to each other, listening to each other's satisfied gasps.
"How was it, little Yaoyao? Did my manhood serve you well? Was it comfortable?" Li Ye buried his head deeply in Xu Ruanyao's chest, his forehead already damp with sweat. Exhausted, he lay limply against her body like a boneless creature, his mouth open as he panted heavily.
"So comfortable. As expected of Brother Xiaoye, you really know how to make a girl feel good." Equally drenched in fragrant sweat after their passionate encounter, Xu Ruanyao spoke without restraint, her jade-like hand gently stroking his hair.
"You little minx, I never realized how wanton you could be before..." Li Ye chuckled, rolling off the soft, fragrant body and onto the bed.
"It's all thanks to Brother Xiao Ye's training..." Xu Ruanyao cooed, her restless fingers tracing circles on his firm chest.
"Little vixen, don't tell me you want it again?"
"Brother Xiao Ye promised me seven times in one night!"
"You're really treating me like a beast, aren't you? Look, it's already soft. Spare me, alright?"
"No, no, I won't..."
The two in the room were lost in their intimate banter, completely immersed in each other's bodies, unaware of Chu Qingyi's presence outside the door.
Learning the truth, Chu Qingyi felt a mix of despair and sudden clarity. She no longer needed to feel guilty about her secret affair with Li Xuan, nor worry that Li Ye would be heartbroken if he found out. She no longer had to anxiously hope for his early breakthrough in the realm of Yin-Yang convergence, because she knew that with Xu Ruanyao in the picture, he would likely never care about it again.
Recalling how strongly he had reacted when she discussed returning to the Celestial Master's residence, how he had avoided the topic afterward, and why he had hidden his progress in cultivation—it all made sense now.
A self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of her lips. The joy she had felt upon returning from Azure Dragon City was now replaced by utter desolation.
Listening to the sweet whispers between the two inside, she knew that from this moment on, Li Ye no longer belonged solely to her. No, from the moment they stepped into Jinling City, their fate as a married couple was sealed. Whether it was Li Xuan or the Xu Ruanyao before her eyes, both had forced them to confront themselves anew.
She took one last deep look at Li Ye's radiant smile and left in sorrow. There was no point in staying any longer.
As for barging in and catching the adulterous pair in bed, she had certainly thought about it. The urge had been overwhelming when she witnessed their intimacy, twisting her heart with agony. She had desperately wanted to rush forward and confront Li Ye, demanding an explanation.
But seeing him and Xu Ruanyao so deeply entwined, lost in their affection, that impulse was replaced by a terrifying jealousy.
She had to admit she envied Xu Ruanyao, for she had never seen Li Ye show such emotions in front of anyone else. Even his smiles—he had given Xu Ruanyao many times more than he had ever given her.
Yet they were husband and wife, sharing a bed for years. Could their bond truly be weaker than that with a woman he had known for only a few months?
Sigh...
Walking alone on the road home, Chu Qingyi wore a look of desolation. Her shadow, stretched thin by the last rays of the setting sun, appeared exceptionally lonely and forlorn.
Whether it was resentment or hatred, there was no need to dwell on it now.
She lifted her head and gazed into the distance, her eyes filled with confusion.
She couldn't help but ask herself: after all this, did she still love Li Ye?
Deep within, silence was her only answer.
Until the very end, the confusion in her eyes gradually dissipated. Li Ye had always occupied a significant place in her heart. With a temperament as placid as still water, she had been deeply captivated by him from the very first glance, unable to restrain her feelings. Later, she smoothly married him, experiencing the important milestones of life and, under his companionship, tasting a multitude of emotions she had never felt before—joy, anger, helplessness, and more.
Though the initial fluttering heartbeats and thrilling sensations of falling in love had faded, her relationship with Li Ye now resembled that of family—companions who supported and encouraged each other, inseparable like fish in water.
Undoubtedly, her feelings for Li Ye remained unchanged, but that did not mean she could accept his betrayal with the same calm composure.
A flicker of determination flashed in Chu Qingyi's eyes. Burdened with heavy thoughts, she dragged her weary body back along the path she had come, returning to the old Li family residence.
As night fell, the bustling crowds in the city had long since dispersed, and the street vendors were already packing up their stalls, preparing to head home.
Pedestrians strolled leisurely through the streets and alleys, most of them leisurely folks out for a walk after dinner.
At the first glimpse of Chu Qingyi, they were utterly captivated by her beauty. Some stood frozen in place, gazing at her in a daze; others rubbed their eyes in disbelief, while a few even stepped forward to ask for her name.
With her mind in turmoil, Chu Qingyi found these ordinary mortals unbearably noisy. She simply raised her hand and cast a spell. Instantly, the world seemed to pause—the movements of the people on the street came to a halt, as if struck by the legendary "Sunflower Acupoint Sealing Technique," leaving them standing motionless in place.
The crying children fell silent in an instant, their twisted little faces frozen in distress, while the snot and tears that had been flying through the air seemed to freeze mid-air, leaving behind a curved arc. The steam rising from the bun shop also hung motionless in the air, and a man's teeth stopped just before biting into a bun.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, with only Chu Qingyi strolling along the street, weaving her way through the various pedestrians.
After she left, the frozen time and space returned to normal. Everyone stood in place, bewildered, and after a moment, they shook their heads in unison, resuming their previous actions.
The men who had been watching Chu Qingyi earlier frowned and scratched their heads, completely unable to recall what had just happened.
The one responsible for all this had already arrived at the entrance of the Li family's old house. Although Li Ye had repeatedly warned her not to use magic in front of ordinary people or reveal her immortal identity, she had been too agitated earlier and had no choice but to cast a minor spell to shoo away those buzzing "flies."
She looked up at the still dilapidated Li family old house. Between the gaps of the long-neglected roof tiles, green weeds grew, swaying proudly in the gentle breeze.
Creak.
She pushed open the heavy gate, and the same narrow, cluttered courtyard came into view. Over the years, the ground had become pitted and uneven from rainwater erosion, with deep and shallow mud puddles scattered everywhere.
A large vat filled with clear water stood in the center of the courtyard. Its rim, weathered by wind and rain, was already damaged in many places. Various farming tools were carelessly scattered around the yard, with only a few potted plants in full bloom adding a touch of vitality to the scene.
Back when she and Li Ye had first stepped into this house, the long-uninhabited east and west wings were severely damaged. The doors hung precariously, ready to collapse at any moment, and the roof tiles were scattered haphazardly, untouched for years. Under the eaves, a few chattering sparrows had long since built their nests, as if they had become the true masters of the wings.
It was only after she and Li Ye worked together that they managed to tidy up the two rooms, even repasting the window paper, transforming them into the renewed state they were in today.
Yet, alas, the place remained, but the people had changed.
Standing in the courtyard, Chu Qingyi had never before examined the Li family old house as she did now, and her thoughts drifted into a thousand reflections.
Her gaze turned toward the main room, revealing what could barely be called a living space. At its center stood a crude wooden table, one of its legs gnawed by insects, causing the entire surface to tilt. A few rickety wooden chairs were haphazardly placed around it.
To the left was a side chamber, which served as Li Xuan's living quarters.
She spotted a pair of worn-out cloth shoes by the doorway, caked in mud and stained with what appeared to be traces of vomit.
A flicker of determination flashed in her eyes as she strode into the side chamber on her long, graceful legs.
This was the first time she had voluntarily entered Li Xuan's room, and it was exactly as she had imagined.
A faint, foul odor hung in the air. The mottled walls had long lost their original color, and the cramped space was cluttered with various daily necessities. The only thing that stood out was an oddly large bed, which, though relatively tidy, occupied most of the room, making it feel unbearably cramped.
Li Xuan lay sprawled across this oversized bed, his body finally relaxed in sleep. He clutched a pillow, lost in a dream where he was meeting the Duke of Zhou. His thick lips hung slightly open as he breathed, drool trickling down and leaving a damp patch on the pillow.
"Time to wake up," Chu Qingyi deliberately tapped the wall, creating noise to rouse him.
"Hmm..." Li Xuan, forcibly dragged from his dreams, was disoriented and brimming with irritation. But the moment he saw it was Chu Qingyi, his anger vanished like a deflated balloon, leaving him utterly meek.
"What is it, Mother? Do you need something from your son?" he asked, his voice dripping with sycophancy.
This was the first time Chu Qingyi had ever entered his room of her own accord. Though he didn't know why, Li Xuan felt an inexplicable surge of joy.
"Of course," Chu Qingyi replied softly as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Beneath her seemingly calm gaze lay a deep, unspoken melancholy. "To do what you enjoy."
"Huh? What do I enjoy?" Still groggy with sleep, Li Xuan didn't immediately grasp her meaning and tilted his head in confusion.
Chu Qingyi didn't answer with words. Instead, her eyes briefly flickered downward toward his crotch.
Catching her glance, Li Xuan understood instantly. His face flushed with excitement, and he eagerly moved to undo his pants.
But the smile on his face froze in the next second. Her demeanor now was completely different from when they were at the Xuanyi Branch Pavilion—it was like night and day. He wondered if he was still dreaming. How else could such good fortune possibly come his way?
He pinched his thigh hard, wincing and sucking in a sharp breath from the pain.
"You... you are Mother, right?" he asked suspiciously, now certain he wasn't dreaming.
"Who else would I be?" Chu Qingyi stared at him coldly, unsure what nonsense was going through Li Xuan's mind this time.
Her icy gaze, detached tone, and the faint scent of her perfume that drifted into his nostrils confirmed it was indeed Chu Qingyi.
Though Li Xuan still questioned why Chu Qingyi had suddenly changed today, even taking the initiative to suggest such a thing, he couldn't be bothered to overthink it. Once he understood her meaning, the member between his legs immediately stirred to life, filling him with restless desire.
Why let a duck that's already in your mouth fly away? Frantically, he undid his pants, and his erect penis sprang out, fierce and menacing like a lion in heat.
He stared greedily at Chu Qingyi, his hand already stroking his hardened length.
Chu Qingyi appeared outwardly calm, her expression indifferent as she gazed at the erect penis before her, yet inwardly, her mind was in turmoil, and her breathing grew rapid at the tip of her nose.
In her mind, Li Ye's penis surfaced, its size incomparable to the one now displayed before her. The difference between them was so stark…
Li Ye's penis alone had been enough to make Xu Ruanyao moan and cry out. Would the pleasure brought by this one, thrusting into the honeyed depths, be even more intense?
Lost in such thoughts, a faint blush soon spread across her cheeks, stirring a restless agitation within her heart.
Li Xuan, who was intently stroking his penis, noticed her earnest gaze fixed upon it, and his desire surged uncontrollably. The shaft, cradled in his palm, grew even thicker and larger, its swollen glans sliding in and out with each motion.
He arched his hips with effort, ensuring Chu Qingyi could see every detail clearly.
The glans, repeatedly stroked, bounced up and down, teasing her already unsettled mind into trembling along with it.
A distinct masculine scent, mingled with the musky odor of the penis, wafted toward her, coalescing into an intoxicating aura of lust—like an invisible flame of desire, igniting the most primal urges buried deep within her.
"Mother, why have you taken the initiative to look at your son's penis today?" Li Xuan, his face flushed with excitement, couldn't help but ask.
"No need to ask. Just focus on… stroking it." Chu Qingyi's eyes remained fixed on the still-swelling penis, and she unconsciously uttered words she had never spoken before.
It must be said that the power of language is indeed formidable. The phrase "stroking it" sounded to Li Xuan like an aphrodisiac, making him flush with excitement, his breathing growing heavier. Every cell in his body tingled with arousal, and under the stimulation, his penis swelled to its absolute limit.
A clear, sticky fluid seeped from the tip of the glans, clinging to the shaft and his palm with each stroke, creating a scene of undeniable lewdness.
"Dear mother, do you also desire it today?" Li Xuan smirked mischievously, watching as Chu Qingyi's face gradually reddened. He was utterly convinced that after his skilled cunnilingus in the Xuanji Pavilion that day, she had become addicted to his caresses, unable to break free—hence her current actions.
As for her earlier coldness and indifference, it was all an act. After all, women must maintain a semblance of modesty.
Thinking this, he grew even more smug, his grin stretching nearly to his ears.
Yet Chu Qingyi paid him no mind, her gaze still fixed intently on his stroking motions.
She herself didn't understand why she had, as if possessed, come to Li Xuan's room, nor why she had, as if under a demon's influence, asked him to drop his pants and perform this act of masturbation before her. She only knew that an inner impulse had driven her to do so, and now that it had happened, she felt no regret.
"Mother, your son still wants to taste your little pussy. I've never seen one so tender, nor tasted such sweet nectar." Li Xuan's gaze burned as he stared at her triangular region. He knew full well that beneath her seemingly calm exterior, Chu Qingyi's heart must be roiling with turbulent waves. Perhaps that alluring little pussy had already secreted the honeyed juices he found irresistible.
His words once again brought the scene from that day to Chu Qingyi's mind—the tender tongue greedily sucking and licking her sensitive labia, hungrily drinking the sweet nectar that flowed from her depths, as if savoring the most delicious ambrosia in the world.
A tingling, itchy sensation immediately spread through her lower body. Unable to bear it, she squirmed her hips, grinding her delicate opening against her undergarments to generate pleasure and soothe the itch.
Her subtle movements did not escape Li Xuan's notice. With a sly grin, he stroked his engorged member while teasing her with words, "Mother, my dear mother, won't you let your son taste your sweet little hole again?"
His repeated pleas left Chu Qingyi wavering in hesitation. Her delicate face showed a troubled expression, her pearly teeth lightly biting her rosy lips, and a bashful hue flickered in her eyes, which were already ablaze with fiery desire.
In the end, physical impulse overpowered her emotional restraint. Slowly, she rose to her feet, her exquisite face flushed a deep crimson, more beautiful than the evening glow on the horizon—a beauty no rouge in the world could ever replicate.
Her slender, jade-like hands rested at her waist, her fingertips exploring the fabric until they found a knot at her right hip. With a gentle hook of her index finger, the pure white silk undergarment slid down her shapely legs, pooling around her ankles.
Her movements were enough to make Li Xuan's blood boil. In his eyes, the act of removing her undergarments unfolded in slow motion, every gesture radiating a charm so intoxicating it drove him to madness.
Under his intense gaze, a pair of long, slender, and exquisite legs were unveiled before him. The skin on her legs was tender and delicate, so flawless it seemed as if it could break with a touch, even revealing the faint blue-green veins beneath.
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