Practicing body tempering techniques, with lots of sweat?
Was Shizun talking about proper body tempering techniques, or improper ones?
Deng Tianyu’s expression was odd. He always felt Ning Wan seemed to be hinting at something.
And at this moment, under Ning Wan’s hands-on doting care, he had tried on practically every piece of clothing in the cabinet.
Deng Tianyu was utterly helpless, but Ning Wan said with a sense of wanting more, “How did we finish trying them on so quickly?”
She had wanted to continue helping her Tianyu put on clothes and enjoy that mother-child intimacy.
Finished so quickly?
It had been over half a shichen—was that considered quick?
Deng Tianyu grumbled internally, but naturally didn’t voice his thoughts.
“Shizun, I’m a bit thirsty. I’m going to drink some water.”
Right now, his mouth was truly parched, and he wanted to drink some water to replenish his fluids.
Earlier, he’d sparred with Li Shishi. Then, after returning to his residence, he’d planned to find some childhood clothes to wear. Who would have known he’d be lured into Shizun’s room?
Now, trying on clothes had taken over half a shichen. It had left him genuinely wanting to drink some water to soothe his thirst.
But as soon as he took two steps, he was scooped back into that warm, fragrant, and soft embrace. A bewitching, bone-melting voice entered his ear: “If Tianyu is thirsty, I’ll feed you a red fruit.”
Ning Wan’s beautiful eyes rippled with maternal doting. She stretched out her long, creamy arm and pulled Deng Tianyu into her arms, cradling his small body in her embrace.
Deng Tianyu instantly felt a pair of plump, perky, snow-white, melon-like, soft, monstrous breasts press right against his face.
Then he watched as his Shizun picked up a plump, tender, pink red fruit, bent her waist down, and placed it at his lips, letting him quench his thirst.
As a wave of rich fragrance hit him, Deng Tianyu subconsciously opened his mouth.
He took the supple, moist, pink areola into his mouth and began sucking, occasionally using his teeth to lightly nibble the soft, swollen nipple, his tongue curling, flicking, and licking.
After a long while, under Shizun’s loving care, he ate two plump, juicy red fruits in a row.
“Still thirsty?” Ning Wan’s devastatingly beautiful face was coated with a layer of beautiful peach blush. Her slender hand stroked her Tianyu’s neck as she whispered softly.
Deng Tianyu nodded. “A little more!”
Although he’d eaten two of Shizun’s tender, pink, fragrant red fruits, his thirst still wasn’t completely quenched.
“Buzz!”
Ning Wan giggled infatuatedly. With a flick of her slender hand, a cup of clear water from the table was summoned into her grasp.
Then, her red lips parted slightly, and she took a small sip. She pressed her lips to Deng Tianyu’s and sealed them in a kiss.
As they kissed, their eyes met, their breaths mingling against each other’s faces, setting off ripples in each other’s hearts.
Deng Tianyu had been this intimate with Shizun before.
But doing it in this state was truly a first.
He felt that softness and snow-smoothness, moist and tender, as if soaking in a spiritual hot spring, his entire body nourished by spiritual energy, all the pores of his body relaxing.
Time itself seemed to slow. The seductive intent in Ning Wan’s beautiful eyes grew thicker. Her lotus-root-like arms wrapped tightly around her Precious Disciple’s neck.
Adhering to the principle of reciprocity and to be filial to his Shizun, Deng Tianyu slowly responded to her, exchanging their swaying emotions.
After an unknown amount of time, the feeling of suffocation came, and the two reluctantly parted.
At this moment, the mature, seductive beauty Ning had a sly glint flash in her beautiful eyes. Her expression turned pitifully bitter. She hugged Deng Tianyu tightly and said, trembling, “This humble one’s heart has once again been invaded by a Devil’s Obstruction, causing this humble one such torment I wish for death.”
“Little Saint Monk Deng, whose heart is filled with compassion, could you once again help to dissolve it?”
Her words were indescribably desolate, her helplessness beyond words.
With the intoxicating fragrance and rich milky scent filling his nostrils, Little Saint Monk Deng asked, “And how does the Female Almsgiver think this little monk should help you?”
“I have heard before that Little Saint Monk Deng possesses a Devil-Subduing Vajra, nurtured by the power of Buddhist law, capable of purifying all Devil’s Obstructions.”
“If it is permitted, this humble one earnestly beseeches Little Saint Monk Deng to act and thoroughly purify the Devil’s Obstruction, causing it to disintegrate into nothingness.”
Ning Wan bit her pearly teeth, as if having finally steeled her resolve.
“Since that is so, then let us begin.”
Hearing this, Little Saint Monk Deng hesitated for a moment but then agreed.
Although using the supreme treasure of the Buddhist Sect would extremely deplete his energy and Buddhist power, what did it matter if it thoroughly purified the Devil’s Obstruction and saved the beautiful woman before him from further torment? Just as he had told Fan Jingyi before: Our Buddha is compassionate and should deliver all sentient beings!
Only by delivering oneself and others can one transcend and become a Buddha.
Ning Wan gave him a glance, her beautiful eyes as seductive as silk. Her slender hands coiled up her waterfall-like black hair and tidied her appearance. Her head then inclined downward.
She then untied Deng Tianyu’s belt, letting his already somewhat impatient meat rod inside his clothes be exposed.
Looking at his Shizun’s two glistening, thin lips, Deng Tianyu’s heartbeat quickened considerably.
Ning Wan crouched down and slowly lowered her head. She held the base of the meat rod, parted her red lips, and extended her fragrant tongue. The tip of her tongue dotted the glans, making the meat rod twitch.
Just this small stimulation caused his meat rod to quickly engorge and harden. Soon, the meat rod was both hard and long.
Ning Wan grasped Little Deng Tianyu’s meat rod and slowly stroked it. Her delicate, tender lips gently kissed the glans, the tip of her tongue lightly circling and teasing it.
Deng Tianyu felt a wave of moist warmth. That soft little tongue was exceptionally nimble and skilled, circling back and forth around his glans, incredibly pleasurable.
The gentle licking made Deng Tianyu gradually lose himself.
That warm little mouth engulfed his glans, going deeper and deeper. Her red lips pressed against the shaft, sliding up and down with friction.
One prostration… two prostrations… three prostrations…
“Sluuurp… sluuurp…” Ning Wan sucked on Deng Tianyu’s huge glans while looking up at his reaction. When she saw Deng Tianyu trembling slightly, a trace of pride flickered in her eyes.
Deng Tianyu couldn’t help but gently thrust, his meat rod pumping back and forth inside his Shizun’s small mouth, from slow to fast.
After an unknown amount of time…
Ning Wan kept the meat rod in her mouth, making muffled, indistinct sounds. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, looking at him with an expression of pure seduction.
Deng Tianyu felt his glans being touched and licked by his Shizun’s fragrant tongue. His whole body tensed.
“Holy Monk, please bestow upon this humble one your divine liquid to help this humble one eradicate the Devil’s Obstruction~ Mmm…”
Looking at his Shizun’s enchanting expression, he couldn’t help but feel his seminal gate loosen, his whole body trembling.
Large amounts of thick, white semen shot out from the meat rod, spurting into Ning Wan’s tender, pink mouth.
Ning Wan promptly began to suck hard on the semen spurting from the meat rod. Her delicate, snow-white cheeks deeply hollowed as she tried her utmost to suck on that throbbing meat rod.
She opened her mouth to show Deng Tianyu the thick white semen within, then tilted her head back, revealing a seductive smile. Gazing into Deng Tianyu’s eyes, her throat undulated, swallowing several mouthfuls in succession. Once the meat rod stopped throbbing, she swallowed the last mouthful of semen and then licked the rod clean, only then raising her head…
