On the soft couch, Qu Qirong’s face was flushed. Her slender hand picked up a silk cloth to wipe her somewhat sore and numb palm, as well as the marks on the Ice Silkworm Black Silk covering her legs.
She didn’t know what she was feeling now.
Her mind was just a mess, faintly carrying a sense of absurdity and taboo.
After all, she was his elder!
Yet despite this, Qu Qirong felt no regret or disgust, only an indescribable, peculiar emotion.
A long moment later, she suppressed the shyness in her heart and parted her red lips: “Tianyu, continue refining the Baleful Yang Energy.”
“Alright!” Deng Tianyu nodded. He condensed Spring Vitality Sword Intent and Summer Growth Sword Intent in his palm and opened the gap in the stored restriction.
Feeling that strange sensation wash over her, Qu Qirong clenched her teeth. Her voluptuous body, clad in the Sect Master’s Wife Palace Skirt, tensed, trying hard not to make a sound.
Then, as a wisp of Baleful Yang Energy was drawn out, she cooperatively lifted her head, her jade arms encircling Deng Tianyu’s waist. Her luscious, full red lips slowly kissed his.
In the boudoir, candlelight flickered. Two figures embraced and kissed, like a deeply affectionate pair of lovers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, he held her waist, entangled with each other.
Gazing at the man before her, Qu Qirong’s breathtakingly beautiful face became even more alluring. Her glistening eyes wove a captivating, enchanting mist. Her long legs, clad in Ice Silkworm Black Silk, wrapped around his.
Feeling her mature, voluptuous body, Deng Tianyu, who had just released in Aunt Rong’s hand, felt ripples stir in his heart again.
Fortunately, his strong mental fortitude suppressed this desire, and he continued refining the teasing, lingering Baleful Yang Energy.
An hour later!
Qu Qirong’s expression was dazed and lost. Her whole body was limp and weak. Her long, beautiful legs, sheathed in ice silkworm black silk, were pressed tightly together as she lay languidly on the soft couch, panting lightly.
“Aunt Rong, I’ll return to my room now. Have a good rest!”
Deng Tianyu got up from the couch. Uttering a gentle word, he slowly left the room.
After his figure disappeared, Qu Qirong recalled the earlier scene and couldn’t help but curse softly: “Bad Tianyu!”
She had clearly helped him satisfy his desire once, yet who would have thought it would rise again during the process?
He had even butted against her soft lower abdomen a few times. The scorching, hard sensation still made her whole body flush just thinking about it.
Fortunately, Qu Qirong had gritted her teeth and persisted then, or else the awkward scene from before would have repeated.
After resting for a good while, once that limp weakness slowly eased, she drew a tub of warm water and scattered petals into it.
She then shed the Sect Master’s Wife Palace Skirt and her embroidered shoes. As her fair, slender fingertips reached the Ice Silkworm Black Silk on her legs and felt the white turbid stain, her movements paused, and a lovely peach-red blush colored her jade face.
Splash—
Qu Qirong slipped into the bathtub. Leaning against the edge, she closed her beautiful eyes.
The earlier intimate scene involuntarily replayed in her mind. She bit her red lip with her teeth, and her slender hand slowly reached into the water.
The two tender petals at her core were thin and delicate; even untouched, she knew how alluring they must look now.
Her fingertips slowly stroked up. That spot was extremely sensitive. Even a slight touch made her willow waist tremble uncontrollably.
Qu Qirong gently parted the pink entrance, spreading it into a blooming pink ring, lightly picking and rubbing. She only felt the walls narrow and hot, the nectar sticky with desire.
With her movements, the petals floated on the water, and ripples appeared at some unknown time.
Qu Qirong, not yet satisfied, teased out a pearl from above the snowy, tender nether lips. The small, pink nub of flesh grew red and swollen like a bean under her toying.
Gradually, her flawless, lotus-like feet in the water arched tightly, her ten tender toes, like orchid petals, curled together intimately.
Not until a thread of transparent, thin fluid gradually diffused in the water, accompanied by a faint, delicate fragrance, did the ripples gradually cease.
“Tianyu~”
In her hazy, lost passion, an incredibly sweet moan escaped the room, then silence.
