“Tianyu, you’re so thoughtful.”
Under Deng Tianyu’s gaze, Ning Wan accepted the Brocade Box with a soft expression, then parted her red lips and began eating the Longevity Noodles.
The ingredients were extremely simple, yet to her, they tasted exquisitely delicious.
Because they were filled with her Precious Disciple’s heartfelt filial devotion.
Suddenly, Ning Wan lifted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes shimmering with autumn ripples. “Tianyu, I have a wish.”
“What wish?” Deng Tianyu blinked and asked reflexively.
“These Longevity Noodles were made by Tianyu. I want Tianyu to feed them to me. May I?” Meeting his eyes, Ning Wan spoke softly.
“That’s certainly fine.” Deng Tianyu smiled and agreed.
This wish wasn’t too difficult. He could fulfill it for his Shizun with just a little movement of his hands.
“I haven’t finished yet!”
“During the feeding, you cannot use your hands. Instead, you must pass the noodles from mouth to mouth. Like this!”
Just then, a bewitching voice, seductive to the extreme, reached his ears.
Ning Wan waved her hand, and the pavilion’s doors slammed shut.
Then, she lowered her head and took a mouthful of noodles, wrapped her jade-like arms around her Precious Disciple’s neck, and gently pressed her lips against his.
Feeling that foreign sensation on his tongue, Deng Tianyu’s eyes widened instantly.
Only one thought remained in his mind: His Shizun was too skilled—what was he supposed to do if he couldn’t take it?
“Tianyu, how was the taste?”
After a long while, their lips parted. Ning Wan’s peach-colored cheeks were flushed with an intoxicating crimson. She rested against his shoulder and exhaled like an orchid.
Under the tight-fitting cheongsam, her full, voluptuous breasts pressed tightly against his arm, creating a subtle, delicate sensation.
“Perfect in color, aroma, and taste.”
Gazing at those full, luscious lips, Deng Tianyu gave his most honest appraisal.
As a foodie, his tongue was extremely picky.
But for that delicacy just now, his taste buds had been wrapped and numbed by that exquisite flavor, leaving him intoxicated.
His evaluation of “perfect in color, aroma, and taste” was entirely deserved!
“In that case, from now on, Tianyu will use this exact method to feed me the Longevity Noodles.”
Ning Wan smiled enchantingly. She placed the bowl of noodles on the desk in her Precious Disciple’s hands, then her fragrant tongue slowly swept across her thin lips, as if relishing the lingering flavor.
“Shizun, open wide.”
Deng Tianyu took a deep breath, picked up some noodles with the chopsticks, and ate a mouthful.
He had to admit, this wish of his Shizun’s was a bit challenging.
Though he hadn’t made many noodles, feeding them in this sensual manner was bound to take some effort.
But for the sake of filial piety, he would not hesitate!
“Tianyu… Mmph!”
Ning Wan’s delicate body leaned forward until her red lips were sealed, and only then did she let out a dream-like hum.
Under that form of tender, intertwined, serpentine feeding, her dignified hair had grown slightly disheveled.
Her fine, curved eyebrows arched high; her glistening, affectionate eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed like a drunk’s.
Looking at the man before her with utter infatuation, Ning Wan’s pupils reflected his silhouette. Her heart brimmed with tender affection, and her jade hands tightly wrapped around his neck.
In the pavilion, the flickering candle flames cast the entwined silhouettes of the two, swaying over and over again.
“Haah…”
At some point, the bowl of Longevity Noodles was empty. Deng Tianyu gasped for fresh air, recovering from that endless series of suffocating moments.
Ning Wan was similarly lost in a daze, her breath ragged. She nestled against his chest, listening to that steady heartbeat.
Drip… Drip…
As expected, Deng Tianyu harvested several more drops of Filial Piety Water—the reward he earned for his filial devotion to his Shizun.
“Tianyu, how is your progress on the Primordial Yang Reflux Art?”
As if recalling something, Ning Wan’s slender fingers gently stroked Deng Tianyu’s chest as she asked.
“I just swallowed the six Heavenly Yang Fruits and successfully condensed that net that can intercept Primal Yang Essence!”
“However, the net is still a bit thin.”
Deng Tianyu answered honestly, holding nothing back.
He was wondering just how much Primal Yang Essence this thin net could catch.
Of course, it was pure curiosity, without any improper thoughts.
“Tianyu’s cultivation talent is truly terrifying.”
“It’s only been a few days, and you’ve already achieved small success!”
Ning Wan’s fingers found Deng Tianyu’s hand, slowly interlacing them until they were tightly clasped, savoring the warmth from his fingertips.
She already knew her Precious Disciple’s comprehension was monstrously high, but she hadn’t realized it was this monstrous.
No matter the divine ability, reaching the entry level always required a substantial amount of time.
For some powerful divine abilities, it could take decades or even centuries.
Yet for Deng Tianyu, it had only taken a few days to reach small success.
Comparing the two, one could see just how terrifying his comprehension truly was!
“Since you’ve reached small success, it is my duty to test it.”
As these thoughts swirled, Ning Wan moved out of Deng Tianyu’s embrace and made him sit on the desk. Then, she brushed her slightly messy black hair aside, tucking it behind her ear, and slowly lowered her body.
“Shizun!”
Deng Tianyu’s body jolted. He felt a chill below—Ning Wan had already untied his lower garments. He instinctively leaned back, bracing both hands behind him on the desk.
That coquettish face slowly drew close to his thick, engorged member. Her puckered lips gently kissed the bulbous tip.
Then her tiny, lilac-like tongue slipped over, tracing a wet circle around the flared ridge of his glans, incredibly nimble—at times teasing the underside of the corona, at times flicking the edges of the ridge.
Before she even took him into her warm mouth, he already felt as if ants were crawling over his skin, an unbearable, numb, ticklish sensation that made him want to roar.
Ning Wan noted the heaving of his chest, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Her two cherry lips then pressed against the blunt, rounded tip, the tip of her tongue cushioning between lip and shaft as she slowly swallowed the glans.
Though that egg-sized tip nearly stretched her lips to their limit before she could barely fit the whole head in,
Ning Wan was not discouraged. Her lips squirmed, her tongue licked, and her mouth made wet, suctioning noises. With her cherry lips holding the tip, she bobbed in small, tender motions.
As her lips opened and closed in their sucking, they smeared the mixture of her saliva and the juices scraped from his shaft across her lips. Then, with a slick slide, her snowy neck abruptly descended, and her warm mouth instantly enveloped that purple, egg-like glans.
Her snowy neck continued gliding downward until nearly half his length was buried inside, the thick head plunging deep into her throat.
Though the thick shaft filled her delicate mouth to bursting, her little tongue still slithered nimbly inside, licking, circling, and coiling. Her neck bobbed up and down in a repeating rhythm—long, deep swallows and slow retreats—bringing a wave-like, sticky entangling sensation that numbed Deng Tianyu from head to toe.
What’s more, the attentive and experienced Ning Wan only needed to read her disciple’s tiniest involuntary physical reactions to know exactly where his weakest, most sensitive spots were. Her fragrant tongue and mouth concentrated their assault there.
That single mouth nearly brought Deng Tianyu to the brink of defeat in an instant…
He was probably drunk. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t move. His whole body was in a muddled, dazed state. The feeling welled up from nowhere, and across his face were written four words: “Wet and warm!”
“Shizun… are you in there?”
Creak!
At some unknown point, when the pavilion was so quiet you could almost hear the subtle sounds of wet suction, the voice of the Big Loli, Li Shishi, suddenly rang out.
In the next instant, the previously shut doors were pushed wide open.
Startled, Deng Tianyu’s breath caught. His body jolted, and the accumulating waves of pleasure made every muscle tense. His abdomen quivered, and that vein-bulging, throbbing shaft abruptly started pulsing.
In an instant, thick, concentrated seed erupted, spurting in wave after wave, and in the blink of an eye, it completely filled Ning Wan’s exquisite mouth.
It was like a volcano erupting deep in her throat—thick, sticky, scalding, and suffocating—surging like a line of fire toward the depths of her throat.
Ning Wan quickly pulled her head back, but the lava-like stream didn’t stop. Like solid pellets of texture, it plastered the tender walls of her throat, her pink tongue, and her pearly teeth before continuing to spurt violently.
The intense ejaculation lasted a long while. The thick essence had long since overflowed from her lips and streamed down along that swollen, bulbous glans.
Her throat swallowed several times before she finally choked down the last of it in her mouth. Only then did she hurriedly get up to straighten herself.
“Shizun, why didn’t you answer me?”
At this very moment, Li Shishi, with the little fox perched atop her head, was carrying an ornate box as she walked in, looking very puzzled.
When she looked over, her Shizun was seated at the desk, handling sect affairs. The pile of Jade Slips stacked like little mountains looked headache-inducing.
“I was busy just now and didn’t hear you,” Ning Wan lifted her head and explained, though her voice was slightly hoarse.
She had just used a small divine ability to clean her mouth.
“Shizun, happy birthday. May your beauty remain forever!”
“This is Yingying’s and my gift to you.”
Li Shishi didn’t notice anything amiss. She stepped forward and placed the brocade box on the desk.
A few days ago, she had finally been released from her reflection punishment at the Rear Cliff.
Although her Shizun was sometimes unfair to her, Li Shishi still remembered her birthday, and together with Yingying, she had managed to put together a gift.
“Shishi, you’re such a thoughtful child!”
For the first time, Ning Wan felt that the Big Loli Li Shishi wasn’t a rebellious disciple—it was just that her timing was terrible.
Otherwise, this accident would never have happened.
“Huh?”
“Shizun, did you eat some kind of sticky pastry earlier?”
“How come there’s still some at the corner of your mouth?”
Just then, the sharp-eyed Li Shishi noticed something unusual on her Shizun’s rosy, alluring lips.
