A bright moon hung high, scattering bewildering and alluring moonlight.
When the moonlight first fell, it carried a trace of cold clarity and nobility.
But when the moonlight enveloped one’s body, it gave a feeling of warmth and moisture, as if soaking in a hot spring.
In a daze, Deng Tianyu’s mind wandered, and he dreamed of the past once more.
In a foggy state, he opened his eyes and awoke on a small wooden bed.
This was his home. Although cramped and narrow, it was exceptionally warm and comfortable.
Deng Tianyu washed up, pushed open the door, and a ray of sunlight spilled down. The spring breeze brushed against his face, making him involuntarily smile.
With light steps, he arrived at a small river near his home.
“Gurgle~ gurgle~”
The sound of murmuring water came, accompanied by the “whoosh” of the wind, like a symphony, intertwining and lingering, involuntarily lifting one’s spirits.
Deng Tianyu looked to both sides of the river, full of fertile, moist land awaiting cultivation.
He slowly arrived at the upper reaches of the river and saw a flower garden ahead, an intoxicating fragrance wafting into his nostrils.
These flowers were extremely bright and moving in color, without the green astringency of new growth, but possessing the full, luscious ripeness and fragrant sweetness that came with the settling of years.
Deng Tianyu bent over, gently and tenderly stroking the flowers, feeling the fragrance contained within them.
He did not pluck them; he merely spent intimate time with them as if they were friends.
Suddenly, Deng Tianyu discovered a mimosa plant.
He lightly touched it, and instantly, the mimosa closed up, like a maiden so shy she dared not raise her head.
Deng Tianyu’s interest was piqued. He began to play with this mimosa, occasionally toying with it, making it constantly tremble and sway.
“Rumble…”
Suddenly, a muffled boom exploded in the sky, and a blazing white bolt of lightning streaked across.
In the blink of an eye, the bright sunlight was covered by dark clouds, and it began to rain.
“Pitter-patter… pitter-patter…”
The rain struck Deng Tianyu, struck the ground, and struck this flower garden as well.
The unique scent of soil mixed with the fragrance of flowers, intoxicating him and making him unwilling to leave.
The rain grew heavier. He was drenched through, and the flowers in the garden were moistened as well. Crystal droplets dripped from the leaves, making the flowers even more bright and moving.
Feeling all this, Deng Tianyu felt an unprecedented peace in his heart. The inexplicable weariness on his body was unknowingly released.
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Meanwhile, in the courtyard where Spirit Treasure Pavilion was staying.
Ling’er and Qing’er sat opposite each other, enjoying the beautiful moonlight of this night.
On the table, the little fox Yingying, half-lidded and dozing, occasionally fiddled with Bai Zhi beside her.
Bai Zhi had long grown accustomed to her antics and lay lazily, not wanting to move at all.
At this time, Qing’er looked toward the room with flickering candlelight and said with some confusion, “Ling’er, have you noticed that today, Mister Deng has been helping Madam refine the Sleep-Sealing Curse Mark for quite a long time?”
Ling’er picked up a piece of Peach Blossom Pastry and put it in her sandalwood-scented mouth, savoring it carefully. “Don’t worry! With Mister Deng here, there definitely won’t be any accidents.”
Qing’er shook her head. “Perhaps I was overthinking!”
Having spoken, she also picked up a piece of Peach Blossom Pastry. Her red lips parted slightly and took a small bite.
And at this moment, in the secluded and elegant room, inside the bath chamber.
Amidst the swirling mist, two figures leaning against each other could be faintly seen.
Qu Qirong’s pair of creamy, rounded breasts were pressed heavily against Deng Tianyu’s shoulder. Her round, snow-white peaks and buttocks were currently being held in Deng Tianyu’s hands.
The plump buttocks were pulled wide apart to the sides. Her delicate red flower lips were tightly biting a finger segment, and her pink tender chrysanthemum nest also held a trace of lewd fluid, opening and closing like a dewy chrysanthemum.
The flower lips, rubbed and caressed for so long, had become red, swollen, and puffy, presenting an lotus-root pink color, like ripe, tender peach petals atop the plump, beautiful snowy mound. The sight of the fingertip entering and withdrawing was fully visible.
Two thin, tender flower lips, hooked and teased by the fingertip, spread outwards, then shyly retracted, leaving behind drops of sticky, honeyed fluid.
Deng Tianyu’s other finger also slid along the taut flower lips to that sensitive pearl and gently rubbed and pressed it.
Qu Qirong felt a flash of electric pleasure, strange aching and numbing, her whole body going weak. Amidst the trembling of her flower heart, she was once again on the verge of release.
Her creamy, smooth buttocks were firmly grasped by a pair of hot, large hands. Those palms sank deeply into the creamy peaks.
The tender flesh of her cave entrance seemed to be rubbed to the point of melting in an instant. Immediately, honey flowed profusely, petals seeming to fly. Faintly, the woman’s whole body trembled, as if stripped of strength, slowly sliding down.
The ripples in the water slowly dissipated.
Qu Qirong’s expression was dazed, her jade countenance flushed, her beautiful eyes still containing traces of alluring charm and moisture. Her plump, graceful body leaned weakly and languidly against her Tianyu’s legs. Her red lips parted slightly, her head ceaselessly bobbing back and forth, her breath somewhat hurried.
The warm medicinal bath had steamed her skin somewhat translucent red. Flower petals floated on the water’s surface, obscuring that full, large snowy-white outline.
Deng Tianyu looked at the ripe, charming noblewoman working below him and gently smoothed her slightly disheveled hair.
Aunt Rong’s pair of snow-white hands tightly gripped the meat rod that was fiercely thrusting in and out of her mouth. She opened her mouth and took the rod in, sucking forcefully. Her warm, moist, soft lips wrapped around the glans, her tender tongue tip gently licking the horse’s eye. Her small hands held the shaft, saliva flowing down the rod.
Deng Tianyu’s glans, within that soft, warm oral cavity, was nearing its peak. He took a deep breath, forcefully holding back his ejaculation. Aunt Rong seemed to realize this and chided, “Tianyu, Aunt’s mouth is so sore.”
Aunt Rong’s jade hands enveloped Deng Tianyu’s meat rod. Her head quickened its rhythm as she stroked, saying with a muffled, unclear voice, “Tianyu… just like that… let it out…”
Deng Tianyu actually couldn’t hold back any longer either. He was just slightly worried it might displease Aunt Rong. Hearing these words, he deeply exhaled, inserted the meat rod into Aunt Rong’s enticing mouth, hugged Aunt Rong’s head tightly, and violently erupted with semen, directly causing Aunt Rong to choke and gasp for air.
“Tianyu’s… amount is really quite a lot…”
After Deng Tianyu got up and put on his clothes, he said softly, “Aunt Rong, let me carry you out.”
“Mmm~” Qu Qirong’s soft, sticky voice came out, involuntarily stirring one’s heart.
Having obtained permission, Deng Tianyu wrapped his left arm around that graceful, slender waist and his right arm through the crook of her soft legs, lifting Aunt Rong in a princess carry.
As true essence trembled, the moisture on her body evaporated. A loose robe wrapped around that plump, moving delicate body.
Fresh out of the bath, Aunt Rong’s entire body emitted traces of heat, intermingled with her unique, rich body fragrance.
As he walked, the full, large, soft breasts, propped up heavily, quivered slightly with his steps, the glimpse of snowy white faintly visible.
Those long, well-proportioned jade legs also swayed slightly. On her snowy-white, flawless lotus feet, ten tender toes, stained with pale blue polish, rippled with an exceptionally moist and moving luster.
“Tianyu!”
Qu Qirong subconsciously wrapped her arms around her Tianyu’s neck, staring blankly at his face, and softly called out.
Deng Tianyu sat on the edge of the bed, letting her slowly lie down, pulled the blanket over her, and lowered his head to ask, “What is it, Aunt Rong?”
Qu Qirong held his hand and gently pressed it against her tender, smooth cheek. “Don’t go yet. Stay here and talk with Aunt Rong for a while.”
“Alright!” Towards his elder’s request, Deng Tianyu naturally wouldn’t refuse.
After all, Aunt Rong had just diligently helped him stroke for so long and had to split her attention to cultivate the Extreme Yin Spirit Fusion Art. She was certainly both physically and mentally exhausted now.
Of course, Deng Tianyu hadn’t been idle either just now. While cultivating the Extreme Yin Spirit Fusion Art, he had also teased Aunt Rong until she was drenched like a pear blossom in the rain.
And after this session of cultivation, he had also conveniently fulfilled some filial piety. In the Filial Piety Pool within his mind, a few more drops of Filial Piety Water had appeared.
Qu Qirong gently pulled open the blanket. Her red lips parted slightly, her pearly teeth revealed, breathing out traces of warm, orchid-fragrant air. “Tianyu, you lie down too.”
Deng Tianyu didn’t hesitate and also lay down under the covers.
Qu Qirong buried her head in his chest, listening to his heartbeat, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a dazed luster. “Have you and your Shizun ever been intimate like that… just now?”
Like what just happened?
“No,” Deng Tianyu shook his head and answered truthfully.
He really wasn’t lying. Shizun preferred to tease him with those tender lotus feet, even using that small red mouth, but had never used her hands.
Now that their relationship had broken through, every time they simply thrust fiercely and fucked hard. Using hands again would seem too distant.
Upon receiving this answer, Qu Qirong’s alluring, charming lips curved into an exceptionally moving arc.
Ning Wan treated her Tianyu as if he were her own, being both master and mother, caring for him since childhood.
But so what?
Could she be as intimate with her Tianyu as Qu Qirong had just been?
The answer was no!
No matter what, the boundary of master and disciple stood between them. How could they cross it?
But recalling the scene of indulgence just now, Qu Qirong’s cheeks still burned, her heart swaying. Under the covers, her long, plump, beautiful jade legs pressed tightly together.
Deng Tianyu sensed the Extreme Yang Spirit Energy within his body and said, “Aunt Rong, have you noticed that the Extreme Yin Spirit Nimbus in your body has become much more solid and dense?”
“Mmm~ after just now, helping you…” Qu Qirong paused her words, suppressed the shame in her heart, and then continued, “After finishing the cultivation, I felt it!”
Deng Tianyu subconsciously said, “At this rate, perhaps before long, the illustration will change to the next one.”
This was only the first illustration, and it was already so shameful. Who knew what kind of lewd positions the later illustrations would depict…
Thinking of this, the flush on Qu Qirong’s jade countenance grew even more beautiful and moving…
