Whenever the night was deep and quiet, looking at the bright moon, a lonely person would often think of their home.
Feeling the hazy moonlight, Deng Tianyu only felt a wave of homesickness wash over him.
In a daze, dreaming back to a past life, he felt his whole body lighten. He passed through layers upon layers of hazy mist and arrived at that familiar countryside path of his own.
Filled with that feeling of homesickness, he took a deep breath and subconsciously moved his steps, slowly walking further in along the countryside path.
The dirt beneath his feet wasn’t paved with cement. Because of an early spring rain, it had become damp.
The fields were still filled with the fragrance left after the rain, interwoven with the scent of earth.
Deng Tianyu continued on like this, step by step, walking inside.
Gradually, that impatient feeling caused him to transition from a slow walk to a run.
“Step… step…”
With the hurried sound of footsteps, crystalline splashes of water rose from the ground, reflecting the image of that youth anxiously searching for his home.
His breathing was somewhat rapid, his expression complex. Dense beads of sweat covered his forehead and cheeks.
He passed through the peach blossom forest, catching the intoxicating fragrance of peach blossoms.
He passed by small rivers and creeks, hearing the sound of gurgling flowing water.
Finally, Deng Tianyu passed through clusters of houses and arrived before a patch of land without any weeds, but exceptionally fertile.
Before his eyes was a house, and before the house was a wooden door.
With a trembling heart, he pushed open the wooden door, only to stop desolately at the entrance, not taking another step forward.
Yes, from beginning to end, he had always been alone.
Could a home with only one person truly be considered a home?
“Tianyu, why aren’t you coming in?”
Just then, a gentle, pleasant voice sounded by his ear.
Deng Tianyu raised his head and saw a beautiful woman in a light purple cheongsam, smiling charmingly, appearing at the doorway.
She took the initiative to hold his hand and led him into the house.
The house was somewhat cramped but exceptionally neat and warm.
She was like his mother, embracing his cold body, inquiring after his well-being, dispelling the darkness deep within his heart.
That perfect, flawless face of the beautiful woman was brimming with a smile, and the radiance of motherhood rippled in her beautiful eyes.
She embraced the youth in her arms, just like a mother, gently humming a relaxing lullaby.
Deng Tianyu felt as if he had returned to the home that belonged to him—here, there was him, and there was also her!
The lullaby entered his ears. Feeling that motherly doting, that fatigue and desolation were completely vented out, replaced by pleasure and satisfaction.
In the embrace that belonged to a mother, Deng Tianyu slowly closed his eyes, revealing a smile, and emitted even breathing sounds.
Gazing at him, the beautiful woman leaned down and gently kissed his cheek.
……
Pop–
The stiff, erect shaft was squeezed out bit by bit along with the wriggling of the tight, tender chrysanthemum. Ning Wan’s buttocks were still gently swaying. The red, tender little asshole, having lost its filling, still opened and closed wistfully several times…
Ning Wan only felt a slight coolness in her open little asshole, involuntarily opening and closing like a fish’s mouth out of water.
Although the semen Deng Tianyu had shot inside earlier seemed to carry a hint of continuous numbing, tingling sensation, where it soaked felt indescribably comfortable.
Yet it seemed to have only permeated a small part of the anal passage… The ant-crawling-like numbing, tingling sensation deep within her tender cave still hadn’t been much relieved.
Even because there was now a contrast, the emptiness and unbearable itch deep inside became even more prominent.
The honey cavity of her tender cave wriggled numbly, as if urgently needing a thick, long, clearly defined meat shaft to fill and squeeze, scrape and rub.
Ning Wan grasped Deng Tianyu’s shaft, continuously groping between her thighs.
With a bewildered, silk-thread-like murmur, the full, soft tender cave enveloped the shaft. The flower petals, tinged with a faint peach red, their crisp redness not yet faded, swallowed the glans bit by bit.
In an instant, the shaft was wrapped and sucked by warm, greasy, soft, slippery, plumply wriggling clusters of tender flesh. It wasn’t as tight as the rear court, but even more soft and smooth, still carrying a swollen, crisp, tingling sucking and biting sensation…
Under Shizun’s guidance, Deng Tianyu found the way back home again.
Ning Wan squatted straddling her precious disciple’s crotch, her huge pear-shaped buttocks raised. Her slender waist and snow-white buttocks subconsciously began to move, trembling and lifting, twisting like a snake.
Papapa–
All that could be seen were two snow-white jade legs squatting on either side. The plump, huge buttocks appeared incredibly powerful and rhythmic, smacking down onto his thighs with each slap, swallowing and pumping the shaft.
Not only was the chair creaking and rattling, but even the full, snow-white mounds were hit with trembling waves.
After who knows how long, Deng Tianyu shuddered all over.
The swollen, crisp, tingling sucking and biting sensation allowed fiery pleasure to accumulate unbridled. Soreness spread upward from his buttocks, igniting throughout his entire body.
He only felt a surge of thunder in an instant, his shaft softening…
Then, a trace of thick, white semen flowed out from between those pink, tender snow-white mounds.
Opening his eyes, he saw Shizun Ning Wan’s rosy, peach-red jade face, and those beautiful eyes interwoven with motherly tenderness and rippling water-like intent.
He took a deep breath. The tip of his nose was filled with the rich, secluded fragrance of a ripe, charming beauty. Faintly, it seemed interwoven with a refreshing peach blossom scent that penetrated the heart and lungs.
Shizun’s body was simply too soul-stealing.
Even just after ejaculating into her smooth, tender cave, after being clamped and wriggled by those moist, soft folds for just a short moment, he felt the shaft between his legs about to raise its head again.
Ning Wan buried her head against her precious disciple’s shoulder, her expression dazed, as if just descending from the clouds. She lazily asked: “Tianyu, did you have an epiphany just now!”
“Mm!” Deng Tianyu embraced his Shizun, feeling the extreme allure of the mature beauty, feeling the clamping and suction of Shizun’s tight, tender rear court. He revealed a relieved smile: “I understood the meaning of home!”
“What meaning?” Ning Wan enjoyed his intimacy and attachment. Her slender hand reached down to find his palm, her slender, white jade fingers slowly fitting into the gaps between his fingers, their fingers interlocked.
Meeting her gaze, Deng Tianyu slowly spoke his insight: “Before, I had no home, because from beginning to end, I was alone.”
“But now it’s different. I have Shizun. Shizun will tolerate me and spoil me.”
“When I am lost, she will guide me forward. When I am tired and desolate, she will give care and comfort, and help me relieve it until all negative emotions are vented out.”
“This is my… home!”
In these sixteen years, he had still been attached to his previous life, attached to why others had homes while he did not.
Even if he died unexpectedly and was reborn into this world, he guessed no one would be saddened by his departure.
But now, Deng Tianyu understood!
What was the use of clinging to that point?
The previous life was ultimately fleeting smoke and clouds; the present life was the most real.
Here, there was Shizun, there was the silly Junior Sister, there was Aunt Rong, there was Fourth Aunt, the little fox, and all the people connected to him.
With all this, what need was there to still be entangled by the various things of the past?
“Tianyu’s mental state has improved. He is one step closer to the King-Sealing Realm!”
Ning Wan smiled beautifully, her eyes full of charm, feeling joy for her disciple’s mental state improvement.
She had faintly noticed before that Deng Tianyu harbored a heart knot, or perhaps a wisp of obsession.
This wisp of obsession was very special, seeming illusory and ethereal, yet actually existing.
She had worried that when her precious disciple integrated his mental state and external insights to enter the King-Sealing Realm, it would affect him.
Now that this wisp of obsession had vanished, Ning Wan truly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, Deng Tianyu was staring blankly at the jade face of Shizun before his eyes.
Equally beautiful beyond compare, similarly radiating the radiance of motherly love.
Gradually, the beautiful woman who had led him into the house in his dream overlapped with the beautiful woman before his eyes.
Noticing his unusual behavior, Ning Wan gently stroked his cheek with her slender hand and parted her red lips slightly: “What’s wrong, Tianyu?”
Deng Tianyu did not hide it and recounted the dream: “I just had a strange dream. In the dream, I dreamed of Shizun…”
“So Tianyu was thinking of me even in his dreams. But could it be that what one does during the day, one dreams of at night?”
Ning Wan smiled charmingly, looking at the messy desk and the obvious stains on her palace dress, her meaning clear.
Hearing this, Deng Tianyu felt a bit awkward and didn’t know how to answer.
This was all caused by him and Shizun tempering divine abilities together.
Including the time when reviewing jade slips earlier, plus the two ejaculations inside Shizun’s body, the Primordial Yang Reflux Technique had been tempered three times.
Ning Wan’s beautiful eyes rippled with clear waves. She brought her head close to his ear and breathed like an orchid: “Tianyu, after just tempering divine abilities, shouldn’t we temper the physical body?”
Temper the physical body?
Deng Tianyu recalled the Secret Realm matter Shizun had asked about just now and nodded subconsciously.
But just as he nodded, he felt something was not quite right.
“For tempering the physical body, one must start from the most vulnerable place.”
“As for that, as Tianyu’s Shizun, it is naturally my duty to carefully teach you how to temper it.”
Ning Wan half-closed her seductive eyes, her slender hand pointing!
Buzz!
Instantly, the surroundings blurred. Before them was no longer inside the pavilion, but they had arrived at the Back Mountain Purple Bamboo Forest Hot Spring, shrouded by a formation array.
Feeling the rich spiritual energy and the scent of purple bamboo, Ning Wan’s eyes were like silk threads, a myriad of charms in her gaze. She glanced at her precious disciple: “Tianyu, do you think I should wear the cheongsam, or the Purple Cloud Sect Leader’s attire—the Violet Cloud Mist Skirt?”
“Of course, the cheongsam!”
Deng Tianyu blurted out. The Sect Leader attire would at most bring a bit of psychological conquest, while the cheongsam could practically set off Shizun’s perfect waist-hip curve.
Compared to seeing the Purple Cloud Sect Leader moaning delicately beneath him, Deng Tianyu wanted even more to see the beautiful Shizun in a cheongsam being fucked by his shaft until she cried out charmingly.
“Tianyu~ hmph~”
As if seeing through this precious disciple’s thoughts, Ning Wan’s eyelashes fluttered, her eyes carrying an intoxicating, watery intent.
When she bent over and lifted her leg, her figure was full of curves, her lines alluringly smooth and proud. The enchanting scenery between her buttocks and thighs was unreservedly displayed before Deng Tianyu’s eyes.
Deng Tianyu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes narrowing, incomparably greedy.
The jet-black hair simply pinned up with a hairpin was like thick clouds. A hint of plum-orchid hair fragrance mixed with the ripe body scent, setting off that seductive wasp waist and pear buttocks. Her long legs, bare of stockings, were as smooth as brocade, as fine as porcelain, flawless and snowy.
Especially since Shizun was only wearing a cheongsam—inside it was completely bare. The two pink, tender nipples on her chest pushed the fabric high and prominent, and between her snow-white thighs, an alluring pink crevice occasionally came into view.
Deng Tianyu’s lower body was unbearably hot, his erection stirring and hardening once more.
He approached from behind, his hand unhesitantly reaching to Shizun’s waist. Smooth and tight, yet also carrying a plumpness that seemed to melt at a touch.
It involuntarily reminded him of the memories of gripping Shizun’s snowy waist and thrusting with all his might, images of the two proud, huge breasts bouncing like rabbits.
Ning Wan smoothly sat into her precious disciple’s embrace. Two round, huge, plump buttocks pressed down onto the shaft between his legs. The slippery buttock cleft clamped around it, grinding for a while.
“Tianyu~ Why haven’t you started yet?”
Ning Wan quietly turned her head, her dark eyebrows full of spring, her eyes full of coquettish charm, raising her plump, tender buttocks and clamping her precious disciple’s shaft, continuously rubbing.
Shizun meant for him to take the lead this time?
Deng Tianyu understood tacitly. The purple cheongsam was lifted by him. The bare, smooth, snow-white, plump buttocks were right before his eyes.
Between the snow-white thighs, a chrysanthemum with light, shallow patterns, presenting a delicate, tender cherry-pink, small and exquisite, bloomed beautifully.
The round thigh roots stretched two long, shapely legs. The crotch area in between was high and bulging. Compared to the strong, solid thighs, the mound of the crotch was as plump and tender as fertile snow.
Even though he had already fucked both Shizun’s honey cave and tender chrysanthemum many times, Deng Tianyu’s heart was still incomparably fiery.
He parted the slippery buttocks. In the middle was a patch of pink like a plump honey peach, presenting a faint, pale pink color.
Two tender flower lips, like blood-engorged orchid leaves, slightly protruded from the plump, snowy mound. Wet, glistening water light shimmered in the honey crevice, emitting a faint, exotic orchid-musk fragrance.
Deng Tianyu parted Shizun’s long, shapely snow legs and took a deep breath.
His fingers slid from the porcelain-smooth thighs to the full apex of her legs. The skin was firm yet filled with a plump, greasy, soft touch.
Since it was about tempering the physical body, Deng Tianyu’s gaze slowly moved to the pink, tender chrysanthemum hollow at the center of her buttocks.
There, a pair of delicate, beautiful flowers bloomed. The inner side was a light, watery pink, the chrysanthemum patterns carrying an alluring cherry red.
The center was clustered with pale pink folds, inexplicable water light glimmering, like the tiny stamen of a flower, without even a hole the size of a small finger—clearly incomparably tight at a glance.
Deng Tianyu’s fingers pressing on Shizun’s hip center continued to part to both sides. The pink, tender chrysanthemum hollow deformed alluringly under his fingertips. The congealed-fat-like stamen trembled as it slowly bloomed.
Ning Wan’s delicate body involuntarily trembled, her slender waist arched, her brows carrying passion. Those lustrous, smooth toes curled one by one, and her rosy, small mouth continuously emitted delicate cries and gasps.
“Mm…”
Deng Tianyu let out a low roar, raising a thick, long, upward-curving shaft, aiming it just like that at the opening, pink, tender little asshole.
The huge pestle thrust down in one go, the cherry-pink chrysanthemum petals instantly squeezed and burst apart…
