Within the bathtub, a youth with a warm, jade-like demeanor and a bewitching, seductive, mature beauty were locked in an embrace, each feeling the other’s heartbeat.
Ning Wan’s expression was dazed, her eyes alluring and misty. She bit her red lip with her pearly teeth, gazing enchantingly at her precious disciple.
The emotions contained in her eyes were extremely fiery and provocative.
There was the doting affection of a master for her disciple, and the deep love for a lover. Intertwined, these two emotions twisted into an even more lingering, tender, and scorching sentiment.
Gazing into each other’s eyes, the rich, fragrant scent assaulted him, stirring ripples in Deng Tianyu’s heart.
He knew that what had happened was done. He could only accept it calmly.
But the key issue was—Aunt Rong was still outside!
Excitement, helplessness, and an unprecedented sense of absurdity surged through him, making Deng Tianyu’s feelings utterly chaotic.
Especially now, as that beautifully shaped, voluptuous, ripe, and beautiful snow-white body writhed ceaselessly. Her two slender, beautiful legs were spread and squatting.
Her delicate, tender jade thighs kept pressing and grinding against his crotch. Two massive, dazzlingly white snow mounds, like ripe, juicy peaches, squatted over his lap, rising and falling.
Between the two arcs of her full, saturated buttock curve, his rod was clamped. And as her honeyed buttocks descended, swallowing the thick, rigid pestle, a squelching sound would simultaneously ring out.
When it pulled out again, the bulging veins would pull up a streak of white cream.
Waves of soul-stirring pleasure continuously washed over him. Deng Tianyu felt he could ejaculate at any moment.
“Shizun, in ancient times, were there any fox clans with particularly special tails?”
Shifting his thoughts, Deng Tianyu, holding Ning Wan’s voluptuous body, changed the subject, hoping to reduce his Shizun’s lustful thoughts through this.
“Special tails?” Ning Wan frowned her elegant brows. Her long, narrow eyelashes still fluttered gently, like the wings of a beautiful butterfly.
“Mm. The unique aspect is that their strength increases with the number of tails.”
“Yingying has shown this kind of change now.”
Suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, Deng Tianyu explained the mutation that had occurred in the little fox.
This included Tantai Mingyue’s appearance and the increase in the number of tails. He elaborated on everything in detail.
Of course, the amorous confrontation with Tantai Mingyue was automatically omitted by him.
“Tantai Mingyue? Yingying with three tails?”
Ning Wan pondered for a moment, then suddenly seemed to recall something. With some uncertainty, she said:
“Based on what you’ve said, along with Yingying’s mutation, your master guesses that Yingying most likely possesses the bloodline of an Ancient Heavenly Fox!”
“Heavenly Fox?” It was the first time Deng Tianyu had heard this unfamiliar term.
“Heavenly Fox is also called the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox!”
“According to legend, in the vast expanse of time, a Demon Clan Ancient Emperor once appeared who shook the past and illuminated the present. This Ancient Emperor originated from the Fox Clan.”
“Back then, the Fox Clan was considered only the lowest existence within the Demon Clan. They couldn’t even compare to those Demon Clans born with powerful innate bloodline powers.”
“It was at that time that she—the one who would change the Fox Clan’s destiny—appeared.”
“Although she was from the weak Fox Clan, through her own cultivation, step by step, she shattered the shackles of her race’s bloodline, becoming the Heavenly Fox Ancient Emperor of the Demon Clan.”
“The proof of her breaking the race’s shackles was the tails on her body. Starting from one tail, eventually reaching nine. Thus, the Heavenly Fox Ancient Emperor was also called the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox.”
Ning Wan pondered for a bit and divulged everything she knew.
Even as she spoke, her stunning, peach-and-plum-like jade face remained flushed crimson. In the soft, plush pink slit between her legs, a thick, rigid rod was clamped. Following the motion of her twisting hips, the flower lips squeezed and bloomed, the pink hole gaping open.
“Haah… so that’s how it is. Then what about Tantai Mingyue?”
The filial Deng Tianyu’s breathing was slightly ragged. He obediently followed Shizun’s rhythm, letting her sheathe the rod and casually thrust, then asked again: “Is there such an expert in the Demon Clan?”
“I have no knowledge of that…”
Ning Wan shook her head. Her pair of jade arms, glowing with a clear lustre, tightly wrapped around his neck. Her fragrant heart swayed, her expression growing increasingly dazed and intoxicated.
Suddenly, she understood. “Tianyu, were you deliberately changing the subject just now?”
Deng Tianyu glanced at his Shizun and fell silent, like an old monk in deep meditation.
Regardless of the reason, Aunt Rong was still outside. If they really were discovered, it would be a complete social death.
“Tianyu, you seem very afraid of your Aunt Rong finding out?”
Suddenly, Ning Wan’s lips curved into an extremely intriguing, enchanting smile.
She slowly pulled away from her precious disciple’s embrace. Rising from the tub, she swayed her voluptuous, mature body and slowly made her way to the bamboo door.
At this moment, her long, elegant, snow-white legs were still clad in Ice Silk Stockings. As she took light, lotus-like steps, her perfect, flawless lotus feet stepped onto the floor, leaving faint water marks.
Perhaps because they had just been soaking in warm water, the red-polished beautiful toes on her lotus feet appeared even more vivid and lustrous, like ten blooming, delicate flower petals, beautiful as poetry and painting.
“Tianyu, you wouldn’t want your Aunt Rong to find out, would you?”
“So, you’ll have to let your master inspect the Divine Ability’s progress a bit faster.”
“Otherwise, if it takes too long, who knows what might happen!”
Under Deng Tianyu’s stunned gaze, Ning Wan leaned against the bamboo door, glanced back with a playful, mischievous smile, and curled her slender finger at him, beckoning him over.
She then slightly lifted her buttocks. Two fingers passed through her snowy crotch, resting at the center of her legs. Under Deng Tianyu’s watchful eyes, she gently parted them.
Her snow-white, tender thighs parted as well. Her skin was as translucent as mutton-fat jade, as if water could be squeezed from it, radiating a breathtaking charm.
At the very center of her legs, two perfect, tender pink slits were fully open, and along with them, the tender pink little anal opening above was also revealed.
An intensely alluring sight, enough to make one’s imagination run wild, making one desperately want to pounce and savor its beauty.
Seeing this scene, Deng Tianyu’s heart pounded fiercely.
As expected, Shizun was still the Shizun. Not only was her cultivation higher than his, but she excelled in all other aspects too. She was simply too skilled!
But… was this really okay?
He had to be aware, outside that bamboo door was…
“Sigh!”
Deng Tianyu took a deep breath. This pose was simply too tempting. Even if discovered by Aunt Rong, he couldn’t help but rise and walk over.
His hands supported her plump, smooth waist. Ning Wan’s two fingers in the center of her buttocks had already lowered. Her full, snow-white buttocks pressed against his rod, twisting left and right, sending waves rippling through her glutes.
“Tianyu, hurry up, your Aunt Rong might really find out~”
“Shizun, could you spread it open a bit more, please?”
Deng Tianyu’s heart was burning with passion. He had just approached for a closer look when Ning Wan’s hands dropped.
“Tianyu, now you just bully your master~”
Ning Wan’s voice feigned a pitiful coquettishness, but her eyes shone with excitement. Her precious disciple’s infatuation with her body filled her heart with an inexplicable satisfaction.
Her hands moved back behind her buttocks. The snow-soft, creamy butt flesh was split open from the middle, and the peerlessly beautiful scenery at the heart of her buttocks reappeared.
This time, she spread even wider. He could even see the layers of crystalline, translucent pink flesh deep within her tender hole. The pink anal dimple wriggled slightly, as if craving to swallow something.
At the same time, her snow-white buttocks swayed lewdly, and a sweet, inviting sound escaped her lips.
“Tianyu~ come here, quick~”
How could Deng Tianyu possibly hold back? A thick, rigid rod instantly plunged deep into Shizun’s perky yet snow-white, tender buttocks.
The tender hole was stretched wide open, impossibly tight, with spots of wet, creamy white fluid at the connection point with the shaft.
Deng Tianyu held Ning Wan from behind. Their bodies pressed together, perfectly seamless. The touch of her skin was delicate and warm. He could clearly feel the beautiful curve of Shizun’s wonderful, peach-like buttocks.
Her faint, elegant body fragrance intoxicated him.
Holding her delicate body in his arms, her tight, tender pink hole still firmly gripped his rigid rod. That constricting, soul-stirring sensation brought him exquisite pleasure.
His right hand, resting on her willow waist, moved up her smooth, flat stomach and grabbed the two soft, firm mounds of breast flesh.
“Ah–“
Deng Tianyu let out a low roar. Both hands tightened simultaneously, grabbing Shizun’s pair of milk-cakes on her chest. A soft sensation came through his palms.
The rod between his hips pumped frantically, like an animal in heat. The tender folds and walls seemed to almost melt away from the friction in an instant.
Even with the trickling honey, it couldn’t withstand the relentless scraping of the glans. Petals flew, and lewd juices streamed continuously.
“Ah, ah… Tianyu~ Ah~”
Nearly dazed by the sudden, intense thrusting, Ning Wan’s heart rejoiced. Her body had already begun responding instinctively.
Deng Tianyu’s tongue ceaselessly licked her creamy back. The full, heavy breasts in his hands constantly changed shape. And the rod between his hips never paused for a moment, continuously grinding against her sensitive tender hole.
For a while, the sounds of wet kisses, the slapping of creamy fluids, the delicate moans and groans—all intertwined, unending. Accompanied by the steaming heat, a symphony of lovemaking was composed!
…
In the room, the candle flames flickered.
The window was half-open. Traces of cold wind, tinged with a chill, blew in, causing the candlelight to sway and dance.
Feeling this chill, Qu Qirong’s previously inexplicably agitated heart finally calmed down.
The little fox in her arms, seeming to feel a trace of the cold, wrapped her fluffy three tails around herself. Her little fox mouth was still smacking incessantly, her closed eyes curving into crescent moons.
Clearly, being a foodie, she was definitely dreaming of feasting on delicacies again.
Qu Qirong opened the Cloud Carved Stone Album, flipped a few pages, and stopped.
On the stone paper, a nighttime scene came into view.
It was a picture of her and her Tianyu enjoying the night market in Xuan City.
The earlier scenes of them guessing riddles and releasing flower lanterns had ended.
On this stone paper before her, the image showed her leaning against the beautiful night scenery, walking towards the Spirit Treasure Pavilion, leaving only a long, drawn-out shadow.
Qu Qirong recalled that scene, her beautiful eyes brimming with tenderness. Slowly, she began sketching the outline of her Tianyu.
She had been holding his arm. As his elder, she was listening to the stories of his experiences over the years.
When her figure entered the Spirit Treasure Pavilion, he, as the junior, hadn’t left but stayed for a while longer before summoning the Dharma Boat.
It was precisely from that moment on that Qu Qirong had once again experienced familial affection, experienced the silent care and thoughtfulness of a junior.
“Tianyu really is such a considerate and filial junior!”
Having completely added Deng Tianyu’s figure, Qu Qirong’s slender hand gently stroked the stone paper. She smiled sweetly, her beautiful eyes rippling with sparkling light.
