#Author's Note: I tried to keep it fluid and detailed, as this is the first smut scene I've written that's so detailed, I might have gotten carried away, and what was supposed to be one chapter I'm having to split into two... I don't know if this is the best tone for chapters focused on smut, I'd appreciate some feedback... But I'm already preparing the second part of the scene, I only decided to post this one today because I've already revised it and I think it's good enough. If you don't want to stop halfway through... I recommend waiting for the next chapter to be released, lol.
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The dry thud of the locked bamboo door sealed the room.
Yù Méi was still kneeling on the floor, clutching Zhì Yuǎn's large hand with both of hers. The girl's fingers trembled. Her damp, almond-shaped irises were locked onto the man's face without blinking. The terror of dying at her sister's hands had evaporated, replaced by a raw, mute shock. Her mind simply could not keep up with how quickly her exile had ended.
The sound of bare feet broke the silence.
Yù Qíng walked slowly across the floor and stopped right beside the two of them. The eldest crossed her arms, the navy-blue silk swaying lightly. Her pale face no longer showed the murderous intent from minutes ago. She looked at her kneeling sister and let out a short cough.
— Aren't you two going to kiss already? — Yù Qíng's voice came out velvety, yet impatient. — Or are you going to stay like that until I change my mind?
Zhì Yuǎn turned his face toward his wife. The corner of his lips curved into a short, silent smile. The woman's ability to switch between a cold assassin and the mistress of the territory amused him.
He returned his dark eyes to Yù Méi. The girl remained paralyzed, looking at him as if she were in a dream.
— Before anything else — Zhì Yuǎn's deep voice filled the room —, I'm going to engrave the foundation of the Primordial Mill into your Dantian.
He released her hand. His broad palm descended and pressed directly against her bare abdomen, exactly where the fabric of her golden dress had torn. A thread of pure Golden Qi lit up the skin between his fingers.
Yù Méi trembled at the heat, but obeyed instinctively, keeping her spine still.
Beside them, Yù Qíng nodded, her posture rigid like someone overseeing the usefulness of a new piece.
— Right — the wife agreed, practical. — This way we ensure that your Yang becomes cultivation and that she doesn't get pregnant by accident.
— My seed has grown much richer over these years, Méi — Zhì Yuǎn explained, keeping his hand pressed against her lower abdomen as the energy carved the mechanisms into her Dantian. — I created an Absorption Formation. Every time I pour into you, the Yang will be absorbed and stored safely. This way there's no risk of accidental pregnancy, and you'll be able to send that stored Yang to the Mill whenever you want to convert it into Primordial Qi.
The golden glow disappeared beneath her skin.
Zhì Yuǎn withdrew his hand. Yù Méi only nodded slowly. Her voluptuous body remained submissive, accepting anything the man's hands did to her.
He said nothing more.
Zhì Yuǎn slipped one arm beneath Yù Méi's thighs and the other behind her back, lifting her from the floor with casual ease. Her body, light and warm, nestled against his chest at once. Yù Méi let out a trembling sigh, burying her face against his neck for a second.
He carried her to the bed and laid her down carefully. Yù Méi looked up, her almond eyes glazed, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling quickly. Her golden hair was spread across the sheets.
Zhì Yuǎn knelt between her legs, observing her for a moment. Then he leaned in and captured her mouth.
The first kiss was light, almost chaste. His lips brushed against hers slowly. Yù Méi responded with a hesitant movement, trembling slightly. He deepened the kiss, tilting his head and invading her mouth with his tongue. Yù Méi let out a muffled moan against him — "Mmnh…" — her hands rising to grip his tunic.
The kisses stretched on. Long, wet, and dominant. Zhì Yuǎn sucked on her lower lip, nibbled lightly, then invaded her mouth with his tongue again, exploring every corner with calm possessiveness. Yù Méi tried to keep up, but soon gave in, letting him take everything. Her moans grew more frequent and low, muffled against his mouth — "Hnn… mmh… ah…" — as she tried to catch her breath between kisses.
He was in no hurry. He continued kissing her that way for long minutes. Yù Méi was completely surrendered, her fingers opening and closing on his tunic, her body limp. When he finally pulled back, she was panting, her lips swollen and glistening, her gaze lost.
— …Husband… — she whispered without thinking, her voice low and trembling.
Zhì Yuǎn looked at her for a second, his dark eyes shining with something warm. Then he lowered his hands to her dress.
With calm movements, his fingers found the small inner button at the back of her neck and undid it. He began pulling the fabric down. The dress slid off her shoulders, revealing her firm, bare breasts. Yù Méi slightly raised her arms to help him. The fabric continued downward, revealing her flat, perfect stomach. When it reached her wide hips, the dress caught for a moment, forcing him to pull more firmly. He then held her legs — already limp — and lifted them one at a time, removing the rest of the dress over her thighs and calves before tossing it aside.
Now Yù Méi was wearing only a thin piece of underwear covering her lower body.
He straightened up on his knees between her legs.
With calm movements, Zhì Yuǎn grabbed the hem of his own tunic and pulled it upward, removing it in a single motion. The fabric fell beside her dress. His body was exposed — his broad, defined chest, the muscles of his abdomen marked in firm lines, his thick arms with visible veins. The soft light coming through the bamboo window highlighted every contour.
Yù Méi raised her gaze.
Her eyes traveled over his torso without being able to hide it. The inside of her seemed to grow even hotter, a damp heat spreading between her legs just from looking at him. She bit her lower lip, her fingers closing on the sheets.
Zhì Yuǎn said nothing. He simply leaned in again, supporting one arm beside her head. This time, without the tunic, his bare body touched hers directly.
When his broad, warm chest pressed against her breasts, Yù Méi let out a low, trembling moan — "Ahh…" The contact was more intense than she had expected. His weight lightly crushing her against the mattress, his warm skin against her sensitive nipples… all of it sent a wave of pleasure up her spine. She had not imagined that simply being pressed by his body could feel so… right.
For a moment, she felt complete.
As if that weight, that warmth, that presence on top of her was exactly where she was supposed to be.
Zhì Yuǎn seemed to notice the change in her breathing. He did not pull away. Instead, he adjusted his body slightly, pressing more against her breasts while his free hand descended slowly along the side of Yù Méi's body — shoulder, side of her breast, ribs, flat stomach, hip — until it stopped on her thigh. His large fingers closed around the soft flesh, squeezing firmly.
Yù Méi let out another muffled moan against his shoulder — "Hnn…"
He lowered his head and kissed her.
This time, the kiss was deep from the very first second.
His tongue invaded her mouth while his hand massaged her thigh in slow, firm movements. His fingers slid a little lower, finding the curve of her ass and squeezing harder, pulling her slightly against him. Yù Méi moaned louder against his mouth — "Mmh! Hnn…" — her body trembling slightly.
Zhì Yuǎn continued kissing her that way — deep, dominant, unhurried — while his hand explored her thigh and the curve of her ass with calm possessiveness.
After a while, he pulled back to look at her face. Yù Méi had her eyes half-closed, lips parted, still trying to catch her breath. Her golden hair was slightly messy against the sheets.
He did not give her time to compose herself.
Tilting his head, Zhì Yuǎn brushed his lips against her ear. Yù Méi shivered instantly. He released a hot breath directly against the sensitive skin, and she let out a low moan — "Hnn…"
He did not stop there.
With the same controlled calm, Zhì Yuǎn captured her earlobe between his lips and sucked lightly, then bit gently. Yù Méi arched her back slightly, her fingers closing on the sheets. "Ahh…!"
While his mouth worked on her ear, his free hand descended along Yù Méi's arm, caressing it with slow, firm movements. He massaged her arm at the same time as he explored her ear with his mouth — licking, blowing, nibbling lightly. Every touch drew new low, embarrassed sounds from her.
Yù Méi was trembling. Her body seemed unsure how to react to so many sensations at once. She turned her face slightly, as if trying to escape, but he simply moved to the other ear, repeating the same treatment. "Mmnh… husband… hah…"
After long seconds, Zhì Yuǎn began to descend.
His lips traced a slow, hot path along the side of her neck. He kissed the sensitive skin just below her ear, then moved lower, alternating between soft kisses and slow licks. When he reached the point where her neck met her shoulder, he bit lightly, sucking the skin right after. Yù Méi let out a louder moan — "Ahhn…!" — her body arching against his.
His hand continued stimulating her arm, his fingers sliding down to her wrist, then rising again, caressing the sensitive skin on the inner side of her arm. He seemed to know exactly where to touch to make her tremble.
Yù Méi was completely surrendered. Her eyes were glazed, her chest rising and falling quickly, moans escaping without her being able to control them anymore. Every kiss, every bite, every touch seemed amplified. His Yang was making her body react exaggeratedly to everything.
Zhì Yuǎn continued down her neck, kissing, licking, and sucking the skin with calm possessiveness. When he reached the base of her neck, he bit a little more firmly and sucked, lightly marking the pale skin. Yù Méi moaned loudly — "Haaah…!" — her hands rising to grip his shoulders, her fingers trembling.
He pulled back just enough to look at her.
Yù Méi was panting, her face completely flushed, her eyes shining with a mixture of shame and desire. Her lips were parted, her body limp against the mattress. She seemed to already be at her limit from just this.
Zhì Yuǎn passed his large hand along the side of her face, his thumb caressing her swollen lower lip. Then he tilted his head again — this time toward her breasts.
Zhì Yuǎn lowered his body slowly, supporting himself on one elbow beside her. His dark eyes traveled over Yù Méi's body for a second before stopping on her firm, bare breasts.
He looked for a moment.
— Your breasts are perfect — he murmured, his voice deep and low. — Truly perfect.
From the side of the bed, Yù Qíng let out a low, irritated huff, pouting as she watched her husband praise her sister's breasts.
Zhì Yuǎn didn't even look at her. His dark eyes remained fixed on Yù Méi's breasts for another moment before he leaned in.
First, his lips brushed the soft skin just above her left breast. Yù Méi shivered. He kissed slowly, then moved lower, tracing a hot path with his tongue. When he finally captured her left nipple between his lips and sucked lightly, Yù Méi let out a loud, trembling moan — "Ahhn…!"
The sound was much stronger than the previous ones.
He did not stop. While sucking and licking her left nipple with his mouth, his right hand rose and cupped her right breast. His large fingers squeezed the soft flesh, then pinched the pink bud delicately, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Yù Méi arched her back instantly — "Haaah…! Mmnh!"
She was extremely sensitive.
Every suction from his mouth, every squeeze and rotation of his fingers drew increasingly loud and desperate moans from her. Yù Méi tried to hold onto the sheets, but her fingers could only open and close weakly. Her body trembled, her hips moving slightly against the mattress.
— H-husband…! — Her voice came out broken, almost tearful. — This… ahh… it's too much…!
Zhì Yuǎn increased the intensity. His tongue circled her left nipple before sucking harder, while the fingers of his right hand squeezed and pinched the pink bud with a constant rhythm. Yù Méi let out a long, sharp moan — "Ahhn! Hnnngh…!" — her body arching violently.
She came.
The orgasm came fast and intense. Yù Méi shook all over, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly, her legs moving without control. A long, hoarse moan escaped her throat as pleasure coursed through her in waves. Her breasts rose and fell quickly, her body glistening with a thin layer of sweet sweat.
From the side of the bed, Yù Qíng let out another low, sarcastic sound.
— Humph… — Her voice came out hoarse and tired. — You won't even last half an hour like this, ~little sis.
Yù Méi barely registered the words. She was still panting, her eyes unfocused and glassy, her body trembling with the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm. Her hands slowly released the sheets, falling beside her body. Her mind went blank. Her eyelashes trembled and her breathing found no rhythm.
Zhì Yuǎn pulled back to admire her perfect, trembling body. His dark eyes shone with satisfaction. He passed his large hand along the side of Yù Méi's face, his thumb wiping away a tear that had escaped.
He said nothing.
Instead, he lowered his head again — this time toward her stomach.
Zhì Yuǎn descended further.
His lips brushed against Yù Méi's flat stomach, kissing the soft skin slowly just below her navel. Yù Méi was still trembling from the aftershocks of her first orgasm, her body limp against the mattress. When he continued downward, kissing the upper part of her right thigh, she let out a low, trembling moan — "Hnn…"
He was in no hurry.
His mouth traced a hot path along the inner side of her thigh, kissing and licking the sensitive skin. Yù Méi shivered violently when he got closer to her groin. Her fingers closed on the sheets again. "Ahh… A-Yuǎn…"
Zhì Yuǎn held her legs with both hands, pinning her calves against her thighs. Yù Méi was so limp that she let him do whatever he wanted without resistance. He spread her legs, exposing her completely, and continued descending with his mouth.
He exposed her intimacy by using the Law of Destruction to make the last layer of clothing disappear.
When his lips finally brushed against her wet entrance, Yù Méi arched her back and let out a loud moan — "Ahhn!"
He did not enter with his tongue. Instead, he focused on the sensitive pearl.
His tongue gave a slow, broad lick over the sensitive button. Yù Méi shook all over — "Haaah…!" The sound came out hoarse and desperate. He repeated the movement, licking calmly, circling the pearl with the tip of his tongue before sucking lightly.
It was enough.
Yù Méi came for the second time in less than a minute.
The orgasm came even faster than the previous one. She let out a long, sharp moan — "Ahhn! Hnnngh…!" — her body contorting as pleasure coursed through her. The legs he held by the calves trembled violently in his hands. Her hips moved without control, pushing against his mouth by instinct before she collapsed back onto the mattress, panting and shaking.
Zhì Yuǎn pulled back slowly, still holding her legs folded. He looked down, watching her body tremble with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Yù Méi was completely lost — her eyelashes trembling, mouth parted, chest rising and falling quickly, body glistening with sweat.
He lowered her legs carefully, releasing them beside her body.
Yù Méi continued trembling slightly. Her eyes were teary, her lips quivering. She seemed exhausted and still unsatisfied at the same time. Her body moved slightly against the mattress, as if asking for more without being able to speak.
Zhì Yuǎn observed her in silence for a few seconds.
Then he knelt between her legs again and began untying his own pants.
Yù Méi was still trembling when Zhì Yuǎn finished untying the cord of his pants. She looked at him with teary eyes, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her body was hot, far too sensitive, and her insides felt empty and aching.
She wanted more.
She wanted him to fill the emptiness inside her.
But she could not speak. She had always been bold in recent years, wanting this in every possible way, and now that she had finally gotten it, shame still held her back — after having come twice just from his hands and mouth, while being watched by the sister she had ridiculed so many times for not lasting… Yù Méi bit her lower lip, her eyes descending to his pants, which were now loose but still on.
Zhì Yuǎn observed her in silence for a few seconds. Then he leaned his body forward, supporting his hands beside her head. His voice came out deep and low:
— What is it?
Yù Méi shivered. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Only a low, embarrassed sound — "Hnn…"
He moved even closer, his lips brushing against her ear.
— Speak.
The order was calm but firm. Yù Méi squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning. Her hips moved on their own against the mattress, seeking something that was not there. Her insides throbbed, wet and empty.
— I… — Her voice came out hoarse, almost inaudible. — I want…
— What? — He bit her ear lightly. — Speak properly.
Yù Méi let out a frustrated moan, her fingers closing on the sheets. She was trembling again, but this time it was not only from pleasure. It was from shame mixed with a need so strong that it hurt.
From the side of the bed, Yù Qíng let out a low, sarcastic laugh, still lying there floating.
— Didn't you want this so badly for so long? — Her voice came out hoarse and tired, but still sharp. — Then why don't you beg my heaven, then?
Yù Méi buried her face sideways into the sheets, as if wanting to hide. But her body continued to betray her — her hips moving, her thighs trembling, a low moan escaping her throat.
Zhì Yuǎn did not move. He simply waited, looking at her with those calm, dark eyes.
After long seconds, Yù Méi finally turned her face back toward him. Her eyes were teary, her lips trembling.
— …Please — she whispered, her voice almost breaking. — Penetrate me… husband… I want… I want you inside me…
She squeezed her eyes shut again, her face burning. But the need was greater.
— Please… fuck me… I can take it… just… just fuck me…
Zhì Yuǎn remained silent for another second. Then he knelt between her legs again and finished removing his pants, tossing them aside on the bed.
He lay over her again, his large body covering hers. One of his hands descended to Yù Méi's thigh, spreading it wider. He positioned himself, the hot, hard tip brushing against her wet entrance.
Yù Méi let out an eager moan, her hips pushing upward by instinct.
Zhì Yuǎn held her hip with one hand, stopping the movement. His eyes met hers.
— Look at me — he ordered, his voice low.
Yù Méi obeyed, her eyes teary and bright.
He pushed forward.