The night was thick and gloomy. Time passed silently, and it was already deep into the night.
Inside the Dharma Boat at Flying Feather Stream, on a soft couch, two entwined figures breathed evenly.
Suddenly, one graceful figure opened her eyes.
They were eyes of a crimson lotus hue, and her jet-black hair turned cinnabar-red in that moment.
Mu Wanzhi lifted her head slightly, gazing at her Senior Brother’s sleeping face. A captivating smile curved her lips.
She parted her red lips and slowly kissed Deng Tianyu’s lips. Getting caught is stealing. If you’re not discovered, how can it be stealing? she thought.
After all, her time as his Dao Companion lasted only one day. A long night like this—how could it be wasted?
With that thought, her beautiful eyes brimmed with desire and allure as she greedily savored the intimacy. She had already discovered that when her Senior Brother slept—perhaps due to some cultivation technique—he slept deeply and almost never woke. As for Li Shishi, she also slept soundly, though out of habit. Thus, Mu Wanzhi’s mind had turned to secret indulgence.
After an unknown time, Deng Tianyu’s brow furrowed as if feeling suffocated.
Seeing this, the blushing Mu Wanzhi reluctantly released him. She could feel her heart racing and her breath quickening.
Yet this stolen act gave her a uniquely thrilling sensation—like a fox that had sneakily gotten the hen.
Mu Wanzhi smiled charmingly and asked softly, “Is Senior Brother frowning because he’s thirsty?”
But Deng Tianyu, deep in his dream training with Fourth Aunt, was utterly oblivious, let alone able to answer.
Though her Senior Brother didn’t respond, the thoughtful Junior Sister took the matter seriously.
Mu Wanzhi leaned over Deng Tianyu. With her jade-white fingertips, she picked up a plump, juicy red fruit and bent down, placing it into his mouth. In his slumber, Deng Tianyu assumed it was one of Ning Wan’s little gestures and subconsciously began to lick, one hand naturally sliding down that soft, warm body.
Unintentionally, his fingertip pressed right onto Mu Wanzhi’s tender slit, applying a little pressure and slowly rubbing up and down in place.
Feeling Deng Tianyu’s fingers touch her core, Mu Wanzhi couldn’t help but moan softly. Her legs instinctively tried to clamp shut, but a hard object wedged between them firmly. The moment she tightened, the heat forced her legs wide open again.
“Ah… mmm… ahhh…”
Having her most intimate place toyed with like this was a first for Mu Wanzhi, and uncontrollable moans of pleasure escaped from deep in her throat.
Each panting breath confided how much she was enjoying it, brimming with lewd, soul-stirring sensation.
Had Deng Tianyu been awake, he would have felt his fingers quickly growing wet and sticky. A pair of long legs would spasm tight with wave after wave of pleasure. Mu Wanzhi trembled convulsively, her moans impossible to suppress, growing higher pitched.
A numbing, tingling pleasure coursed through her, bringing unprecedented stimulation. Deng Tianyu’s mischievous hand easily probed her tender slit, peeling apart the delicate, tightly shut petal-like folds one by one. When released, they snapped back into a pink crevice, with nothing extra protruding.
With gentle teasing, the overflowing nectar coated his fingers—everything sticky and slippery. Each stroke made Mu Wanzhi gasp deeply. Acting on subconscious impulse, Deng Tianyu parted the layers of petals and pressed on her flower bud, suddenly rubbing it in circles with force.
Poor Mu Wanzhi was completely unprepared. The intense, direct pleasure hit her without warning, and she cried out loudly.
Her whole body quaked violently under his merciless attack, unleashing heart-pounding, blood-racing cries. Her frame shuddered, nearly collapsing limp.
“Senior Brother… don’t… so strange… Senior Brother…”
More and more nectar gushed from Mu Wanzhi’s slit. Deng Tianyu’s hand covered her already flooded core and rubbed with even greater intensity.
Her lower body was completely soaked, with the tightly closed flower lips faintly parting and closing.
“Ngh… mmm… ah…”
Mu Wanzhi’s soft waist suddenly arched, her pert snow-white bottom thrust backward, even the tips of her toes lifted. After a few convulsions, she collapsed powerlessly against Deng Tianyu’s embrace.
…
In the dream, within the sea of flowers.
Deng Tianyu, who was comprehending Three Extremes Sword Intent, suddenly frowned.
Noticing his anomaly, Fourth Aunt’s cold gaze turned to him. “What’s wrong?”
“For some reason, it feels like I just ate a plump, juicy red fruit. A sweet, fragrant taste lingers, and my hand seems to have a moist sensation,” Deng Tianyu muttered curiously.
Could it be that thinking of something by day leads to dreaming of it at night? Because Shizun Ning Wan often fed him red fruits, and then he’d massage her in return, making Shizun release joyful nectar while he collected a few drops of Filial Piety Water. Now even in dreams, was he longing for it?
Fourth Aunt said nothing more, only parting her red lips. “Rest for a while.”
“Mm.” Deng Tianyu nodded and lay back down in the sea of flowers.
Beside him, Fourth Aunt sat with her legs bent, gently allowing him to rest his head on her soft thigh.
Deng Tianyu looked up at her and asked curiously, “Fourth Aunt, why have you been teaching me the Sword Dao all these years?”
Fourth Aunt had been with him since childhood and, like Shizun Ning Wan, had devoted herself to his training. Though he had never asked before, the question had always lingered. Why did Fourth Aunt appear in his dreams? Was there a special reason, or something else?
“If you want to know, become stronger. When you are strong enough, you will know everything you wish to.” Meeting Deng Tianyu’s gaze, Fourth Aunt’s voice was like heavenly music, aloof and ethereal.
Hearing this, Deng Tianyu asked no more. He rested for a while, then resumed his comprehension of Three Extremes Sword Intent.
The next day, as dawn broke the sky, Deng Tianyu awoke from the dream and steered the Dharma Boat toward Purple Cloud Sect.
Li Shishi was still in deep slumber. He didn’t wake her, letting her sleep a while longer.
After returning to the sect, as usual, he prepared breakfast and then went to his Shizun’s room, knocking on the door.
Knock, knock!
When the second knock sounded, the door did not open, but Deng Tianyu’s figure had already vanished from before it.
Reappearing inside Shizun’s warm, fragrant bed, he met those alluring, beautiful eyes. Unfazed, Deng Tianyu said softly, “Shizun, it’s time for breakfast.”
Ning Wan coiled her lotus-root-like arms around her Precious Disciple’s neck, meeting his gaze. Her breath was like orchids. “Tianyu, where is my good morning kiss?”
Hearing this, the filial Deng Tianyu wrapped his arms around his Shizun’s slender waist and kissed those luscious, glistening lips.
A long while later, they parted.
“My Tianyu is so considerate and filial!” Ning Wan nodded in satisfaction and began changing her clothes right in front of her Precious Disciple.
Her extremely enchanting, full and ripe body—like a honey peach’s round bottom, long and well-proportioned jade legs… and between them that glistening slit, and that pink, tender little hole…
Deng Tianyu watched the entire scene, his mouth parched. He changed the subject. “Shizun, today Aunt Rong will come to the sect as a guest.”
“Mm, this master knows.” Ning Wan had changed into an ink-black cheongsam, which stretched over her full, massive bosom. “Tianyu, help me tidy my hair.”
“Yes.” Deng Tianyu nodded and moved behind her. As a filial disciple, he should always have a heart of Filial Piety.
“Tianyu, stand in front.”
Though a bit puzzled, Deng Tianyu obediently moved to the front, his hands still in Shizun’s hair. Yet somehow, his hands couldn’t get a firm grip—as if her head kept sinking downward?
Puzzled, he looked down and discovered that his thoughtful, clothing-loosening Shizun had somehow already removed his trousers. Then a wet warmth engulfed his shaft. Mmm, so warm indeed…
“Tianyu, this is my good morning kiss…”
Her petal-like lips were soft and hot, her breath like orchid fragrance. She gently held the head, her head swaying side to side, letting her lips rub and circle the ridge, while her mouth exerted suction—sucking and licking both, bringing great satisfaction to Deng Tianyu.
After gently sucking for a while, Ning Wan suddenly sank down, taking most of the shaft, then pushed it out with the tip of her tongue. In and out, she grazed every sensitive spot. Her tongue circled the ridge, stroking up and down. In Deng Tianyu’s eyes, this was far more than just a good suck.
Ning Wan bowed her head and unbuttoned the top of her dress, her two magnificent breasts pressing against Deng Tianyu’s legs like an avalanche. As she bobbed, beads of sweat coated them like fragrant oil. Her movements grew fiercer, and her breasts jostled around his legs. Whether tongue or breast was softer and smoother, he could hardly tell.
With both hands steadying the pillar, Ning Wan knew exactly how the man was reacting. The shaft in her mouth grew hotter and swelled a size larger, nearly impossible to take in.
Her elegant face suckling the monstrous shaft, her breath scattered. She released it, dropped her hands, and lifted her glorious breasts, piling the snowy, jade-condensed flesh around the shaft.
No need to compare tongue and breast anymore. Ning Wan clamped the shaft with her breasts and took the head into her mouth, pushing, squeezing, sucking all at once. In the center of her magnificent breasts, a round hollow was squeezed out, deforming the plump flesh.
She opened her small mouth, slightly protruding her tongue. When she rocked up, the shaft vanished between her breasts, wrapped so tightly not a breath of air passed. A push later, the head pierced through the snowy mound like a spear tip, precisely landing on her tongue. Lubricated by her saliva, it slid across the tongue muscle into her mouth, those petal lips closing around it with a tremble of cheek flesh, sucking for a moment before releasing.
The warm softness of her breasts, full of fruity syrup, cradled the shaft as if soaking in warm water. Her cold tongue, in fleeting contact, nimbly and quickly flicked the head’s groove. His breathing grew more rapid and heavy, and his waist unconsciously began thrusting, as if craving more.
Ning Wan buried her face toward her chest. Her bosom was so full and round that she could press her face against them naturally. Using both mouth and breasts, she easily wrapped the shaft with no gap, matching Deng Tianyu’s thrusts between her cleavage.
With five fingers cupping the undersides of her breasts, her small palms squeezed the beautiful flesh toward the center like milking a cow, making the wrap even tighter. She squeezed until red marks appeared on her snowy skin, turning the rounds into triangular glutinous cakes.
The shaft swelled so thick that even her magnificent breasts could only shroud the base. The exposed head was held between her breasts as she lowered her head and took it into her mouth, lips sealing the groove, tongue licking everywhere tirelessly.
Such overflowing affection could not be contained. Deng Tianyu’s pleasure was beyond bearing. Waves of pleasure rapidly built and swelled. Ning Wan felt the head in her mouth begin to pulse. She quickened and intensified her hands and mouth, squeezing, sucking, teasing.
Saliva dripped down the corner of her lips into her cleavage, the shaft and breasts and red lips rubbing with squelching sounds. Ning Wan only felt the rod in her mouth and bosom expand violently. Just as she sucked harder, a torrent of hot Yang essence erupted, its thick, musky taste flooding her throat. The pulsing didn’t stop; stream after stream kept spurting. Ning Wan instinctually swallowed and sucked. Until the eruption ceased, the climax still raging, she would not stop…
“There, Tianyu!”
After fixing his hair, Ning Wan and her Precious Disciple left the boudoir together.
Breakfast was uneventful—just the three of them and the one fox, harmonious as always.
“Shizun, have you been cultivating some special technique? Why do you seem even more beautiful?” Li Shishi swallowed her food and asked.
For some reason, ever since Shizun came out of seclusion, she seemed different. The change was that she appeared even more enchanting and mature, like a fully ripe honey peach, luscious and devastatingly beautiful.
Ning Wan shook her head. “This master hasn’t cultivated any special technique.”
Li Shishi asked again, “Then why are you different?”
“Perhaps it’s from being nourished.” Ning Wan’s gaze swept imperceptibly over Deng Tianyu, a trace of charm in her beautiful eyes.
Since that day she had merged body and soul with her Precious Disciple, she had felt that change. It was something any woman would experience after marriage and consummation—she was no exception.
Sensing his Shizun’s subtle look, Deng Tianyu said nothing, simply taking a sip of fragrant porridge.
Li Shishi seemed very invested in this, pressing further. “How to get that nourishment? Can Shizun teach me?”
She also wanted to become more mature and alluring like Shizun. Then her Senior Brother would certainly like her more.
“This master cannot say for sure. I simply eat a Purple Spirit Fruit before sleeping every night,” Ning Wan’s red lips parted as she elegantly bit into a delicate pastry.
Purple Spirit Fruit had yin-nourishing and complexion-improving effects. Eating one before sleep did make a woman’s skin more supple.
“Then I’ll try that!” Li Shishi nodded like a chick pecking grain and noted it down.
Ning Wan casually asked, “By the way, Shishi, where did you and your Senior Brother go yesterday?”
“We went to Flying Feather Stream to catch fish! Senior Brother promised that if I cultivated seriously, he would take me out to play.” Li Shishi had long prepared an excuse and wasn’t the least bit flustered; she even felt a little smug.
Would she tell Shizun that she had been Senior Brother’s Dao Companion for a day and that they had done some very intimate things?
Ning Wan did not doubt her, only admonishing, “The Six Sect Martial Tournament is approaching, and you just broke through to Divine Ability Stage Third Layer. You need to spend time consolidating.”
“I understand, Shizun!” Li Shishi chimed in cheerfully, her mind already plotting the next step in her Senior Brother-conquering plan.
