“Both a teacher and a mother?” Qu Qirong bit her lower lip, her expression somewhat complicated.
For some reason, hearing her Tianyu say that made her feel a difficult-to-describe envy, along with a sourness and unwillingness to accept it.
According to the original plan, the Zhenbei Princess Consort would definitely have come to the Spirit Treasure Pavilion to find her.
Given her relationship with Sister Xue, she would certainly have kept Deng Tianyu by her side and taken good care of him.
But unexpectedly, something happened along the way, and the Zhenbei Princess Consort and Deng Tianyu were accidentally teleported to the Hundred Flowers Valley.
That was what allowed Ning Wan to establish such a close relationship with her Tianyu.
Her thoughts pausing, Qu Qirong took a deep breath and asked, very much concerned: “Then what is Aunt Rong to Tianyu?”
“Aunt Rong is my family, and also the person I care about most.”
Although a bit puzzled as to why Aunt Rong would ask this, Deng Tianyu still spoke truthfully.
Hearing these words, Qu Qirong revealed a stunningly beautiful smile, and the sourness she felt moments ago was swept completely away.
Even if Ning Wan was both a teacher and a mother to her Tianyu, that was ultimately the affection of a junior for an elder.
And what about her and Deng Tianyu?
During this time they had spent together, the feelings between elder and junior had gradually changed.
She could sense it, and her Tianyu probably sensed it too. It was just that neither of them had pointed it out.
Compared to herself, what about Ning Wan?
Could she kiss her Tianyu? Could she share a bed with him? Could she help him resolve his desires?
Obviously, that was impossible!
Because the master-disciple hierarchy was there. How could someone like Tianyu, who so respected and was filial to his elders, ever cross that line?
As for her own boundary-crossing relationship with Deng Tianyu, Qu Qirong felt it was an accident.
It was because of the Heart-Controlling Gu, the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark, and all kinds of accidents and coincidences that their initially ordinary relationship had gradually become so subtle.
Of course, she didn’t dislike that subtle change. Instead, she rather enjoyed this emotion she had never experienced before.
Just as Qu Qirong’s thoughts were in turmoil, Deng Tianyu had already put down the comb and said softly, “Aunt Rong, it’s done!”
“Mm!” Qu Qirong nodded, looking at her flushed cheeks in the bronze mirror. She suppressed the lustful thoughts that had just arisen and parted her red lips slightly: “Tianyu, you should bathe too.”
“Alright!” Deng Tianyu nodded and walked towards the bamboo curtain.
The superior guest rooms at Misty Rain Pavilion were extremely luxurious.
Even the bathing area had a dedicated bathroom with a large tub woven from Purple Spirit Bamboo.
Upon entering, besides the faint fragrance of bamboo, there was also a lingering hint of Aunt Rong’s subtle scent.
Deng Tianyu filled the tub with warm water and slowly got in.
Faint spiritual energy seeped from the purple bamboo into the bathwater, nourishing his body.
Leaning against the edge of the tub, Deng Tianyu exhaled a breath of stale air and murmured, “Quite comfortable. It’s a bit like a miniature Spiritual Hot Spring.”
He had to admit, coming to this small town outside West Rime City felt like a vacation.
Although it cost quite a few Spirit Stones, it was definitely worth the price.
Now he just had to wait for the beautiful sight of the Flying Cod Dancing to appear.
“Buzz!”
Just then, the space in the bathroom warped.
Deng Tianyu’s expression tensed, thinking something unexpected had occurred. But the next moment, he froze.
From the distorted space, a bewitching figure appeared, dressed in a light purple palace skirt, her face obscured by a light purple hollow-patterned veil.
“Tianyu, surprised?”
Seeing her precious disciple’s expression, Ning Wan’s beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of mischief as she asked with great interest.
“Shizun… didn’t you go back to the Purple Cloud Sect?”
“Why have you also come to West Rime City?”
Deng Tianyu came back to his senses and asked, somewhat puzzled.
Meeting his gaze, Ning Wan swayed her alluring figure, her lotus steps light, and arrived beside the tub. She bent her waist, bringing her face close to his, and breathed out like an orchid:
“Naturally, I was worried that woman Qu Qirong might lure my Tianyu away.”
Deng Tianyu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “How could that be? Aunt Rong is my elder.”
The tip of his nose was filled with Shizun’s rich, fragrant scent.
From this angle, her soft, massive snow peaks entered his view, a swath of pure white stirring up restless thoughts within him.
“If she’s your elder, why is she staying in the same guest room as you?”
“Your master has never heard of a female elder sharing a room with a male junior!”
Noticing his gaze, Ning Wan’s lips curved into an extremely enchanting smile. She reached up to remove her veil and even pulled her neckline open a little.
Because of the intimate fusion of water and milk during that birthday celebration, Ning Wan, who already possessed the allure of a mature beauty, now appeared even more bewitchingly seductive.
That ripe, full, seductively fragrant charm was displayed to its absolute fullest.
In an instant, Deng Tianyu’s breathing quickened. “That’s because the spectacle of the Flying Cod Dancing, and the legend of the Spirit Cod King, have attracted so many cultivators that all the inns are full.”
“Under these circumstances, Aunt Rong and I had no choice but to stay in the same guest room…”
Deng Tianyu recounted the events that had happened since arriving in the small town, including the appearance of that female Scalper cultivator.
How could he have expected such a booming scene?
If they didn’t stay in this superior guest room at the Misty Rain Pavilion, they would have had to sleep out in the desolate wilderness!
If that were really the case, they wouldn’t be here for a vacation—they’d be seeking hardship.
“Is that really so?” Ning Wan propped her chin on her slender hand, asking with a hint of suspicion.
Deng Tianyu said with absolute seriousness, “That’s really how it is!”
“Since that’s the case, your master will believe you for now.” Ning Wan smiled, dipping her slender hand into the bathwater, causing ripples to spread.
Of course, she knew her precious disciple wasn’t lying.
Because Deng Tianyu and Qu Qirong staying in this superior guest room at the Misty Rain Pavilion was all arranged by her.
As for why she had them stay in the same room, Ning Wan simply wanted to properly respond to the provocation of Tianyu’s this “Aunt Rong.”
Deng Tianyu immediately felt his head swell. “Shizun, this…”
What was Shizun planning to do?
Why did he have a rather bad feeling about this?
“Tianyu, when your master celebrated your birthday last time, that was only the first half. There’s actually a second half, too.”
Ning Wan smiled enchantingly. Under his gaze, she slowly shed the palace dress on her body, and the embroidered shoes on her feet.
Suddenly, her movements stopped. She looked at Deng Tianyu with irresistible charm, her beautiful eyes glistening with moisture. “Tianyu, I’ll leave the rest to you!”
At this moment, apart from the hollow-patterned undergarments, Ning Wan wore only a pair of Ice Silk Stockings, thin as cicada wings.
That bone-meltingly seductive voice reached him, coupled with the intimate scene before his eyes. Deng Tianyu’s heart pounded fiercely, his mouth and throat instantly dry. “Shizun, what are you trying to do…?”
“What am I trying to do? Does Tianyu not know?”
“Of course, I want to carefully inspect… the progress of the Divine Ability that Tianyu is cultivating!”
Ning Wan blinked her beautiful eyes, which were interwoven with spring passion and seductive charm. She stepped into the spacious Purple Bamboo tub, her snow-soft, pliable jade arms intimately wrapping around his neck. Her voluptuous, bewitching body slowly sat down…
Moments ago, he was still startled by his Shizun’s sudden appearance. But now, as this full, ripe body pressed completely against him, all other thoughts vanished from Deng Tianyu’s mind.
He only wanted to fiercely fuck Shizun’s soul-stirring body. Just like that night. Like a wild beast, thrusting and ramming with force.
Especially since he had been tempted by Aunt Rong’s body these past days, yet unable to vent his desires freely.
“Shizun, Tianyu has saved it all for you.”
Deng Tianyu looked down at Ning Wan in his arms, his breath catching slightly.
Her high, full breasts were like a pair of dazzlingly white Jade Rabbits, incredibly lush, as if piled snow. Through the hollow patterns, he could even see the shape of two pink, tender nipples.
Between her jade-like thighs, parted due to her posture, beneath the transparent water’s surface, only a thin strip of black fabric covered the full, smooth snow mound.
Yet now, that strip of cloth had somehow rolled into a line, embedded within the two plump, full, and tender folds, like flower lips just out of the oven—steamed bun-like flesh.
Deng Tianyu’s hand pushed aside the hollow-patterned breast wrap. Before the exposed nipple could even touch much air,
a large mouth bit onto it with ravenous hunger. The soft, pliable breast flesh, fine as snow sand, along with the luscious, red nipple, sank into his mouth together.
As if he wanted to turn the creamy white tender flesh into congealed fat, sucking it into his mouth.
“Zzz… Chuuu…”
Amidst a heart-stirring symphony of sucking sounds, the creamy, fat-like breast peak was sucked sharper and sharper. The perfectly round breast, like a peeled snow coconut, became full and moist, its tip long like a bamboo shoot.
“Was Tianyu pent up? Did your Aunt Rong just occupy your time and leave you this frustrated?”
Even now, Ning Wan didn’t forget to speak ill of Qu Qirong, but an affection and pity rose involuntarily in her heart. She couldn’t help but hold Deng Tianyu tighter.
Her chest also arched high, making it convenient for Deng Tianyu to suckle on her red berry.
When Deng Tianyu released the heavy, massive breasts, the creamy breast flesh instantly bounced back with a “whoosh.” The swaying, snowy white breast waves were almost blinding.
As if the two arcs of perfectly round, melon-like breasts were filled with creamy milk, soft to the extreme—they almost seemed to pull in one’s palm.
Yet the breast flesh was exceptionally elastic. After trembling several times, it stubbornly bound the congealed cream, returning to that irresistibly tempting shape: round and slanted like a water droplet, the tips proudly pointing upwards!
But although the breast shape recovered, the tender, creamy flesh around the nipple had a large kiss-mark-like red mark imprinted on it from that intense, unsparing sucking.
The luscious red nipple, covered in saliva, had become even more pointed than the other side. It caused a slight asymmetry between these two flawless beauties, a seeming desecration of a heavenly gift.
“Tianyu just missed Shizun’s pair of red berries.”
Deng Tianyu grasped the plump base of the other breast, making its tip even prouder. The luscious red nipple looked like an autumn grape, crystalline and translucent.
“Zzz…”
The blood-pumping sucking sound rose again. When this nipple was released, it was indistinguishable from the other side—both crowned with a large kiss mark…
“Tianyu, don’t just focus on the red berries. Your master needs to inspect your Divine Ability’s progress~”
“No rush.”
Deng Tianyu held Shizun’s pair of fertile, plump buttocks, his mouth ceaselessly pecking back and forth between the two pink, tender berries.
His thick, rigid cock thrust randomly between her full, round buttocks. The shaft, almost engorged to a crimson red, was brimming with scorching heat.
Again and again, the fiery rod grazed across her full, perfectly rounded thighs, leaving moist trails.
Sometimes it prodded towards the snow-white, plush mound, rubbing across her soft, tender abdominal groove.
Other times, it poked into her plump, beautiful anal cleft. Once, upon pulling out, the flared crown even hooked the fabric embedded in her pink slit, briefly revealing a pink, vortex-like anal opening.
Ning Wan twisted her waist and hips with unbearable need. Between her jade thighs, they unconsciously followed the rhythm of the rod’s thrusts.
Finally, with imposing momentum, the shaft charged unerringly straight down below her pink slit. Coupled with a perfect angle,
a “Tsk-choo” sound was heard. The tip pried aside the thin strip of fabric. The sticky, closed, full flower lips were directly pushed open, squeezing coyly to either side.
Two plump, tender petals of flesh enveloped the shaft, guiding it deep into her tender hole. A trace of creamy fluid was quietly squeezed out from the now-stuffed honey hole.
After many days, thrusting back into Shizun’s soul-stirring tender hole, Deng Tianyu felt waves of numbing pleasure course through his scalp.
That tight hole was incredibly gripping, almost comparable to a virgin’s, yet soft and creamy like paste, smoothly lubricating. Layer upon layer, it coiled and welcomed the shaft.
But the inner walls of the honey chamber were slick, moist, sticky, and hot—like a warm, soft little mouth. The heavy folds of tender flesh posed no obstacle to the rod’s thrusting in and out.
They could only act like countless delicate, soft brushes, carrying dripping honey, leaving trails of sticky residue on the vein-bulging shaft with each stroke.
Deng Tianyu couldn’t help but recall the first time that day. Shizun had also sat astride his lap, her virgin tight hole being deflowered by him.
That sensation of tight clamping, sucking, and wrapping was exactly the same.
With reddened eyes, Deng Tianyu let out a low roar. His hips and loins continued to thrust, the rod squeezing against the flower lips, revealing the fresh, blood-red tender flesh within.
The lower rim of the stretched-round clam opening had almost become a thin arc of pink flesh membrane. Lewd love juice gushed and overflowed.
“Squelch!”
After a moment of deadlock, as that tender cavity loosened, the rod suddenly pushed in another section. It seemed nothing could stop it from thrusting in to the hilt, fully possessing the entire flower path.
Ning Wan’s slender jade hands smoothly wrapped around Deng Tianyu’s neck. With a gentle press of her delicate hands on his shoulders,
Deng Tianyu’s body immediately lay back against the edge of the tub. Two soft hands pushed on his strong shoulders as Ning Wan leaned her delicate body slightly forward, riding his lap.
Her perfectly round, gourd-like, full and luscious buttocks rested on the man’s thighs. The two full-moon-like snow mounds almost covered the man’s thighs entirely.
And within the soft, plush snow mound between her legs, the perfectly round, full tender hole had completely swallowed the thick, long shaft. One could directly see the two plump, beautiful flower lips gripping the rod, and the pink, tender flesh turned inside out.
And those world-startling long legs, in such a position, could only be spread and squatting on either side of Deng Tianyu’s body.
It was as if, if she drew in her legs, the two dazzlingly white, massive, soft breasts on her chest would be squeezed between her bent knees.
Ning Wan still maintained her mature, seductive beauty. She gracefully straightened her slender waist, which swayed like a willow. Her pair of perfectly round, creamy, bulging breasts pressed heavily on her rib cage, hanging in a perfectly tempting water-drop shape.
“Tianyu, your master wants to inspect it personally.”
Ning Wan’s beautiful eyes held an indescribable spring passion. Her tender silkworm-like toes slightly arched, her long feet mostly lifted, stretching out an exquisitely beautiful pink arch.
Her two long, jade-like legs flowed like water as she gently lifted her perfectly round, pear-like, full, peach-like snow-white buttocks.
The honey hole, gripping the rod, pulled upwards. The soft, plump, beautiful flesh lips rolled outwards, fresh red suddenly appearing, pink petals blooming.
The crystalline tender flesh inside the hole wrapped around the thick, swelling shaft, brushing past the veins, leaving a trace of sticky fluid.
When the millstone-like, plump, beautiful jade buttocks lifted to the tip of the rod, the hole stretched round and tight. A strand of stringy, sticky love juice hung down from the edge of the lips.
But instead of continuing to lift, letting the tender hole completely leave the shaft,
with a “Squelch,” she sat down again. Only when the snow-white, tender mound completely pressed against the man’s crotch did a long moan of release escape her lips.
“Mm~”
Ning Wan tilted her long, snowy neck back. Her beautiful face was crimson, overflowing with spring passion. Her snow mound actually used the rod as an axis, twisting a bewitching circle.
A squelching sound came from beneath her. The hard, scorching rod wantonly churned within the tight, sucking-like honey passage, stirring the layers of soft, tender hole flesh.
The lightning-strike-like numbing pleasure made Ning Wan’s slender waist stiffen, so exquisite that her tender toes curled and dug in.
“Tianyu~”
Pleasure surged through her body. Spots of cherry-blossom-like crimson appeared on her creamy, graceful, naked body. Suddenly, a hint of maternal love and deep affection rippled in Ning Wan’s eyes.
Her jade body began to sway and writhe again. Her full, round snow buttocks, guided by her toned yet slender beautiful legs, rose and fell in a squatting rhythm,
swallowing and sheathing the scorching, rigid rod deep within her…
