“Tianyu?”
Watching the mist-shrouded bathroom before her, a somewhat worried Qu Qirong came to the screen and called out again.
A soft grunt came from behind the screen, accompanied by a voice that still sounded somewhat suppressed.
Even now, Ning Wan’s tantalizingly tight passage had not loosened its grip—it still clamped down fiercely on his shaft, those succulent inner walls wrapping him in a vice-like embrace.
“Mhm… Aunt Rong, I’m fine!”
The moment she heard the strange note in his voice, Qu Qirong’s expression shifted. Fearing something had truly gone wrong, she didn’t think twice. She walked straight past the screen and peered toward the bathtub.
In her line of sight, spiritual energy and steam intertwined, obscuring most of the view.
She saw her Tianyu half-submerged in the tub, his closed lashes trembling, his head leaning back against the edge as if enduring some kind of torment.
Qu Qirong quickly reached the tub’s side and asked with deep concern, “Tianyu, what exactly happened?”
“I ran into a bit of trouble while cultivating a divine ability earlier.”
“But everything’s fine now.”
Deng Tianyu suppressed the exquisite sensation of clamping and suction his Shizun’s passage was giving him, forcing a smile onto his face.
“That’s a relief. When Aunt Rong didn’t hear you respond earlier, I guessed something might have happened.”
“I’m just glad you’re alright!”
Qu Qirong’s suspended heart settled, and she spoke softly.
It was only then that she realized something was amiss.
Her Tianyu was bathing. Although the steam and spiritual energy were thick and she could only see a hazy silhouette, it still stirred a feeling of shyness within her.
“Since you’re fine, Tianyu, Aunt Rong will head out first.”
Qu Qirong’s beautiful face flushed slightly, and she quickly averted her gaze, preparing to leave.
But then, at that exact moment,
Deng Tianyu suddenly shuddered, his expression changing before quickly settling back into calm.
Most tellingly, the water’s surface beneath the clinging mist rippled, strings of bubbles rising as if a fish were breathing out.
“Tianyu?” Qu Qirong paused mid-step, worry rising in her heart again.
“Because my true essence was in disarray after the mishap with the divine ability earlier, I just needed to find a release.”
“It’s resolved now. A little meditation will set me right. Aunt Rong, don’t worry.” Deng Tianyu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and said softly.
He wasn’t lying—he truly had lost control just moments ago.
That rich, soft, slick, and deeply furrowed inner wall had suddenly spasmed, sucked, and clamped down with fierce contractions.
It was as if tiny hooks buried in the tender flesh were churning and scraping along the shaft with the honey-like fluids.
The lush, slippery, velvety core at the deepest part of her passage carried a faint suction force, drawing on the tip until it tingled as if bitten by ants.
In a mere few seconds, torrents of thick essence had poured forth like a stream, flooding his Shizun’s flowery nectar channel.
The number of times the Primordial Yang Reflux Art could be halted also decreased by one.
“Mhm!” Qu Qirong withdrew her gaze and then, swaying her full, graceful figure, left the bathroom.
Her cultivation level wasn’t high, but she could still sense that Tianyu’s aura was no longer as chaotic and hurried as before.
Once Aunt Rong’s silhouette vanished from the bathroom, ripples spread across the tub’s surface, and a seductive, maturely alluring figure emerged.
Her beautiful face was as flushed as peach blossoms. She leaned in his embrace, her breath slowly evening out, and spoke, her breath fragrant as orchids: “Tianyu, doesn’t this count as our hearts reflecting one another, with you in me and me in you?”
“Shizun, we were almost caught!”
“If Aunt Rong discovers what we’re doing…”
Deng Tianyu gave a bitter smile, unsure how to address his Shizun.
Without a doubt, Ning Wan was an absolute enchantress capable of bringing kingdoms to ruin, a beauty who could likely even rival Su Daji.
Add to that her countless, varied techniques—who could possibly resist?
“Did your Aunt Rong find out, then?”
Ning Wan half-closed her seductive eyes, listening to Deng Tianyu’s heartbeat. The sultry allure in her gaze had diminished, but it still hadn’t faded away.
Deng Tianyu rolled his eyes. “Isn’t that because Shizun did it on purpose?”
He had to point out—the one who started this whole thing wasn’t him, but his ravishing Shizun.
At that, a supremely coquettish smile bloomed on Ning Wan’s captivating face. She leaned close to Deng Tianyu’s ear, breathing hot air, and guided his hand to cover her full bosom.
“Besides, who was it just now that couldn’t help but release inside me the moment your Aunt Rong arrived?”
“Your master still needs to continue checking Tianyu’s progress in divine ability cultivation!”
As she spoke, her jade-like arms, gleaming with a clear sheen, wrapped around his neck again, and her lush, seductive body once more settled down.
“Shizun, you… mmph!”
Deng Tianyu raised an eyebrow, about to say something more when he found his lips sealed by her lush, full red lips, rendering him speechless.
Gazing into each other’s eyes, their expressions reflected one another, as if they could reach out and touch each other’s very soul.
In this moment, the steam and mist in the bathroom intertwined, acting as the now-broken bamboo door had, making the scene even hazier and more intensely romantic.
Clear, seductive moans echoed through the room in a beautiful, obscene melody, mingling with faint splashing and the wet slapping of flesh.
Her full, snow-white body swayed, her perfectly round, snow-like rear—resembling a ripe, juicy peach—rising and falling.
Ning Wan’s beautiful face was flushed a drunken red, her thick, raven-black hair slightly disheveled, her body glistening with sweat.
Traces of pleasure still clung to her snow-white, full thighs. Between them, at the voluptuous cleft of her buttocks, a thick shaft was buried, its pink lips stretched wide around it.
“Mm~”
Her swaying snow mounds suddenly twisted straight, a squelching sound announcing the complete swallowing of that thick rod.
Two perfectly rounded, full-moon-like cheeks nearly filled Deng Tianyu’s entire groin.
From this angle, the contrast with her wasp-thin, snow-white waist was clearly visible.
The curve from her armpits downward drew in beautifully at her waist, slender and well-proportioned, setting off a well-balanced, snowy back and two delicate dimples at the small of her back.
And then, rising like towering peaks, her perfectly round, smooth, and almost impossibly sleek derriere.
Between those rich, peach-like, deeply creased buttocks, the base was invisible—only the two wrinkled, sack-like orbs hung outside…
Now, with the trembling of her slender waist, transparent love juices flowed out incessantly like an unplugged spring, slowly trickling down.
“Shizun~”
Suddenly, Deng Tianyu’s powerful muscles shuddered. His shaft rapidly expanded, simultaneously growing even hotter.
Ning Wan, who seemed to be drowning in the exquisite afterglow of climax, reacted a bit late. Only when the shaft began to twitch freely inside her tight passage did she realize.
She stood on tiptoe, the tips of her snow-tender, bamboo-shoot-like toes rising. Her long, slender legs exerted strength, and her snowy rear suddenly lifted upwards.
Between the rich, full buttocks, the tender, pink anal pucker briefly appeared. The flower lips parted, the honeyed flesh inside her passage clinging to the iron-hard shaft, being pulled out with it.
Just as it seemed about to be completely withdrawn, Ning Wan let out a long, coquettish moan. Her pink anal pucker suddenly clenched, and her snowy thighs trembled as she swallowed the thick rod back inside.
She maintained this posture, continuously pumping Deng Tianyu’s shaft.
Finally, the thick rod began to jump and pulse fiercely, firing stream after stream of thick, white essence, rapidly filling her delicate flowery channel.
Beneath those two round, full, snowy mounds, the tender pink curves of her labia, creamy white at the cleft of her crotch, were lewdly turned outwards.
It revealed the fresh, pink, and wet inner flesh, all while continuously expelling spurt after spurt of white, turbid cream…
…
An hour later, Deng Tianyu emerged from the bathroom.
He had no idea how this bath had turned out like this; it had taken nearly two hours to wash up.
Most importantly, unlike the usual calm and relaxation, this bath had been filled with tension and a kind of awkward absurdity.
His mind still replayed the cries of that devilish Shizun of his. Her voice was like a heart-snatching demonic melody.
Even the Saint Monk Deng had failed to resist, his mind wiped blank the moment the sinister sound eroded him.
“Tianyu truly is filial and considerate!”
And that she-devil, Ning Wan, was still in the bathroom. Her expression was dazed and captivating, leaning lazily against the tub’s edge as she murmured softly.
The ripples in the bath had calmed, leaving only scattered flower petals floating on the surface.
“The night is long, and this is just the beginning!”
After a long while, Ning Wan smiled a seductive smile. She rose from the tub and promptly shed her sheer lingerie and ice silk stockings.
With a wave of her hand, her true essence coalesced to cover her, instantly drying the fine beads of water clinging to her skin.
Once done, she changed into a light ink-colored cheongsam that clung to her lush, mature body. Then, she bent her graceful waist to slip on her ice silkworm black silk. After placing her changed clothes back into her storage ring, her figure vanished once more.
“Tianyu, done meditating?”
Outside the bathroom, seeing Deng Tianyu emerge, Qu Qirong paused her carving and raised her head.
“All good now!” Deng Tianyu nodded, replying with a slight smile.
“By the way, Tianyu, what divine ability were you cultivating? Why did it cause such a commotion?”
Qu Qirong inquired, a little curious.
The disturbance Tianyu had caused earlier was quite significant.
For a time, there were sounds like waves crashing against rocks, then bursts of violent spiritual energy.
At this question, Deng Tianyu’s expression froze for a moment. “This divine ability is called the Sitting Lotus. It shares a similar principle with the Buddhist sect’s Sitting in Dhyana.”
How could he possibly say he had been cultivating the Primordial Yang Reflux Art?
Just hearing the name, without even looking it up, anyone would know that ability wasn’t quite right.
“I see!”
Qu Qirong nodded, seemingly understanding. She then put away the Cloud Carved Stone Album, only to notice that the night outside was now dark as ink—clearly it was already deep into the night.
“Aunt Rong, we’ve been out and about all day today. If you’re tired, rest first,” Deng Tianyu said, tidying his own bedding as he looked at Aunt Rong.
“Mhm, you too, Tianyu.” Qu Qirong responded gently and slowly lay down, lowering the bed curtains.
