“Ring… ring…”
Deng Tianyu nodded, calming his mind and focusing his spirit. Spring Vitality Sword Intent and Summer Growth Sword Intent poured out endlessly, the sword hums growing piercing, sweeping outward in visible ripples.
In his embrace, Qu Qirong felt the sword intent intensify. Her voluptuous body trembled once more, the allure veiled by mist in her beautiful eyes growing even richer.
Suppressing the strange, swaying sensation within, she cooperated, her slender, soft arms gently encircling his neck. Her moist, red lips parted slightly and slowly pressed against his.
Perhaps only like this could the heat born from Baleful Yang Energy being drawn out be alleviated.
After the previous refinement sessions, Qu Qirong was slowly learning how to meet his rhythm.
Before, Tianyu had always embraced her, giving her a warm, comfortable sensation like a fish entering water.
Now, she tried to learn, using her affection and gentleness to sketch a motherly embrace, caring for him again and again with her softness.
This time, because Qu Qirong wore the dharma robe, the strands of leaking sword intent were deflected by the ripples from the Sect Master’s Wife Palace Skirt, avoiding the awkward scene of clothes being torn.
Yet the unending sword intent still loosened her collar, revealing half a fragrant shoulder and a glimpse of the new, form-fitting undergarment’s full, curving silhouette.
With his head bowed, kissing Aunt Rong, Deng Tianyu naturally inhaled the soft, rich milky fragrance.
Each kiss of their lips drew out and refined another wisp of Baleful Yang Energy.
Qu Qirong’s face, as dazzling as peach and plum blossoms, was covered in a charming red blush. Her captivating eyes were slightly unfocused, but within them, his face was always reflected. A refreshing, sweet scent lingered in both their hearts.
A long while later, their lips parted!
Deng Tianyu first sealed the gap in the stored restriction, preventing the Baleful Yang Energy within the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark from surging out.
It was now time for a short rest.
His cultivation had reached the Divine Ability Stage, allowing him to go very long without breathing, but Aunt Rong could not.
So, after each session of drawing out and refining the Baleful Yang Energy, they needed to pause and rest before continuing.
“Aunt Rong, are you alright?”
Seeing Aunt Rong’s smooth, jade-like forehead covered in fine, fragrant sweat, Deng Tianyu gently wiped it away with his sleeve.
Compared to the first time, this session’s refining progress was noticeably faster.
“Mhm~ I’m fine!”
Qu Qirong only felt her body weak and limp. She buried her head on his shoulder, and as her thin lips parted slightly, an orchid-like fragrance escaped.
Feeling this strange weakness, she sensed it was still a bit strenuous even to lean half-against him. So she spoke:
“Tianyu, let’s lie down.”
Perhaps because they had shared a bed before, the shyness in her heart was not as intense this time.
“Mm.”
Hearing this, Deng Tianyu nodded. They nestled against each other and lay down on the soft couch.
“Tianyu, are you carrying a magical artifact on you?”
Suddenly, Qu Qirong’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. She felt something strange against her leg and asked.
Deng Tianyu’s expression stiffened: “That’s not a magical artifact!”
How was he supposed to explain this?
They had just finished an extremely intimate refinement session, and now he held this alluring, mature noblewoman in his arms. Some reactions were naturally beyond his control.
Especially after having experienced that exquisite, soul-stealing pleasure with his Shizun, his restraint was now extremely weak.
“Not a magical artifact… then that is…”
Qu Qirong thought for a moment, then understood. Instantly, her jade face burned, and even her translucent, jade-like earlobes turned bright red.
Though she had never experienced intimacy, she was not ignorant.
It was precisely because of their earlier intimacy that such thoughts were unavoidably stirred.
She had these desire-filled thoughts—and so did Deng Tianyu!
The key was how to overcome and resolve it.
An awkward silence fell over them, yet within the silence lingered threads of intimacy and ambiguity.
As her thoughts drifted, Qu Qirong suddenly recalled a previous scene.
When she had been lost in a daze, Deng Tianyu had bitten his own tongue to banish stray thoughts and control his desire.
Last time had been better; they both had snapped out of the intimate haze.
But what if they hadn’t?
And with the accumulated effect of several refinement sessions, wouldn’t the desire become even stronger?
When this kind of desire came, it was hard to suppress. Qu Qirong knew this well, which was why she had let go last time.
But now, Deng Tianyu was constantly fighting this desire, all while helping her draw out the Baleful Yang Energy and taking care of her.
It must have been incredibly difficult and hard for him.
Her thoughts pausing there, Qu Qirong felt both pity and guilt. Suppressing her shyness, she clenched her teeth and said, her voice trembling slightly: “Tianyu, let Aunt Rong help you.”
“Help me with what?” Deng Tianyu asked instinctively.
The next instant, his eyes widened abruptly as he watched a slender, soft hand reach downward. His breathing grew ragged.
The cool, tender, delicate hand gently grasped his shaft and began to stroke it.
“Tianyu~ don’t look!”
Qu Qirong didn’t dare meet his gaze. She lowered her eyelids, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum.
She enjoyed browsing books, sometimes encountering those concerning the love between men and women.
Such books inevitably contained some indescribable plots.
People were curious, and she was no exception.
Driven by curiosity, and aided by the books’ descriptions, Qu Qirong naturally understood a few things.
Thus, she thought to help her Tianyu first resolve this desire, so they could continue refining the Baleful Yang Energy.
Deng Tianyu took a deep breath. He felt Aunt Rong’s hand was soft as if boneless. It gripped his shaft tightly, and its unhurried stroking pace perfectly helped vent his lust.
Unlike Shizun’s fiery, bold nature, Aunt Rong still possessed a maiden’s bashfulness.
Her fair, delicate hand gently kneaded his shaft, the shy, timid expression contrasting starkly with her voluptuous, fully ripe, and seductive figure.
Qu Qirong stroked gently, as if naturally knowing how, pleasuring Deng Tianyu’s shaft.
She only felt the shaft in her hand was quite majestic, making it a bit difficult with just one small hand. So she used both hands to hold it.
The shaft was rough and veined, seeming to swell even more when held by both hands, showing no signs of ejaculation.
Thus, her hand movements grew more patient and forceful, causing the giant glans to ooze threads of glistening, crystal-clear fluid.
Seeming to think of something, a faint blush clouded her pretty face.
She hurriedly closed her beautiful eyes, afraid Deng Tianyu would notice the change. Her soft palms slowly enveloped the glans, carefully touching it, beginning to knead somewhat awkwardly.
Deng Tianyu never expected Aunt Rong would serve him like this. A flash of lust flickered in his eyes.
He could feel how unskilled Aunt Rong’s technique was. Her crystal-clear nails occasionally scraped lightly against the ridge of his glans, making him feel both pained and blissful.
But finding he still hadn’t ejaculated, Qu Qirong grew anxious, feeling at a loss, unsure what to do.
Seeing this, Deng Tianyu offered guidance: “Aunt Rong, you can rub both the top and bottom. Mind your nails; it’s best to use your palms and fingertips more.”
“Tianyu~ no peeking!”
Qu Qirong was embarrassed and flustered. Thinking that the image of her helping Tianyu rub his shaft was being watched, her heart was thrown into chaos.
But she quickly collected herself. Following Deng Tianyu’s words, she used one small hand to gently squeeze and rub the glans, while the other caressed the testicles below, gently stroking his inner thighs.
Before long, her soft palms had rubbed from the crown down the thick shaft.
Finally, she felt the shaft throb.
Qu Qirong felt joy in her heart. She gently squeezed Deng Tianyu’s two testicles, then gripped the glans ridge, continuously stroking.
A thick stream of semen burst forth instantly with the throbbing shaft, splashing dots of white turbidity all over her dress.
“Phew…”
In the room, Deng Tianyu let out a long breath of turbid air. The stray thoughts from earlier had completely vanished.
Just the day before yesterday, they had been wildly indulgent for an entire night because of Shizun’s birthday celebration.
They had even exhausted the interception uses of the Primordial Yang Reflux Art.
Yet just one day later, helping Aunt Rong refine the Baleful Yang Energy had inexplicably stirred up these intimate thoughts again.
Perhaps this was precisely the wondrous effect of the Primordial Yang Reflux Art—intercepting and then refluxing.
“This divine ability won’t turn me into a perpetual motion machine later on, will it?”
Thinking of this, Deng Tianyu couldn’t help but feel astonished.
Of course, he was a gentleman and meant nothing else by it. He just felt the Primordial Yang Reflux Art was not simple and required deeper research.
