“Tianyu, are you willing?”
Ning Wan looked down at her precious disciple, her beautiful eyes filled with deep affection and devotion, tinged with a hint of stirring charm.
At this moment, her extremely lush, alluring body was in full view. Delicate and fair shoulders, full and ample breasts, long, elegant legs bent to the sides, down to her rosy, glistening soles.
Round, full, and pert. Her rump was shaped like a ripe snow pear, the deep cleft and the plump mound of her inner thigh all laid bare before him.
Plump, smooth, pristine toe-mounds, rising like a steamed bun, nestled perfectly between the rounded thighs, a dark streak of moisture glistening within.
Gazes locked, Deng Tianyu nodded, smiling slightly. “How could I be unwilling?”
As a filial disciple, he definitely wouldn’t refuse his Shizun.
Besides, wasn’t this also fulfilling the path of filial piety?
To better serve his Shizun with filial piety, he was unwavering!
Right now, he deserved a nickname: Deng. Respects-His-Master-and-Honors-the-Way. Tianyu.
“Tianyu is truly filial!”
Ning Wan’s lips curved into an extremely charming smile. Her snow-white, creamy breasts swayed slightly, full and dazzlingly beautiful. Her cleavage was squeezed deep, seeming bottomless.
She lowered her head to glance at her chest. The full breasts bounced, forming thin ripples, like mounds of snow, perfectly round and full, the tips hanging like water droplets.
Tianyu’s gaze… was surely utterly captivated.
She straddled Deng Tianyu’s waist, her long legs spread wide open like this. Her fair hand slowly explored between her groin.
Until she revealed that snow-white, plump, hairless mound. The full and firm thigh roots spread left and right; below, two sections of flawless white-jade-like full snow buttocks were exposed…
At the center of the depression between the snow-white thighs, nestled a plump, pert, satin-smooth pink slit, tinged with a faint tender red, glistening with moisture, beautifully, stunningly lewd.
Under her fingertip’s teasing, that tempting peach-like crevice slightly opened, revealing two smooth, clam-shell-like petals and the crystal-clear, pink, glistening flesh of her inner core.
Ning Wan held the already stiff rod upright, preparing to sit down. Suddenly, the full petals of her flower twitched, then spat out a pool of honey.
As her dark eyebrows trembled, she bit her red lips tightly. The seduction in her beautiful eyes had reached its peak.
Her face was somewhat flushed with shame. Before her precious disciple’s rod even entered, her tender slit was already dripping with passionate fluid.
The honey-like liquid stretched and dragged, like stirred sugar threads, connecting to Deng Tianyu’s glans, giving off a fresh peach blossom scent.
Ning Wan hesitated no longer. Her two fingers spread the plump flower lips. The wet blossom opened, directly enveloping the blunt, smooth glans.
With ample lubrication, the entrance swallowed the entire glans effortlessly. Then, her snake-like slender waist slowly descended.
“Tianyu~~”
The white steamed-bun-like tender slit was stretched open. The glans pushed aside the soft, creamy delight-flesh, disappearing inch by inch fully into the moist, hot tightness.
Honey fluid, mixed with a trace of fresh red blood, overflowed from where their bodies joined…
Candle flames flickered in the room, clearly casting the two overlapping silhouettes on the wall.
One was warm and refined like lustrous jade, perfectly fitting a youth.
The other was bewitching, seductive, like a mature, charming beauty.
A man and a woman gazed at each other with deep emotion, each reflected in the other’s eyes.
Ning Wan first bent forward, bracing herself on Deng Tianyu’s chest for a moment. Then, she slowly raised her waist, twisting her buttocks, and began to rise and fall rhythmically.
Her perfectly round, large snow-apple settled firmly between his thighs before rising again, spreading wide. The full, beautiful flower petals were parted and stretched taut, like a tender pink bloom, flashing in and out between the thrusts and lifts.
Thighs and snow-white groin rose and fell continuously. Every descent went to the very base, deeply connected. Every rise pulled almost to the entrance, petals flaring, pink tender flesh dragging outward.
Each time, a smear of honey laced with blood threads was left on the rod.
Even as her groin and lower belly slapped against the base, lewd strands of liquid stretched between the two surfaces.
Quickly, the wet, churning sounds of fluids became intense. Soon, fine foam like honey paste coated the rod, making each slide in and out even smoother.
“Ah… Mm… Yaah…”
A pair of soft, firm, perfectly round, towering breasts spun above the chest with the increasingly fast riding.
Two swollen, bright red nipples bobbed amidst the snowy waves, sometimes separating with a bounce, sometimes jiggling upwards. But however they deformed, they always returned to the tempting shape of water droplets, a dazzling sight that held one’s breath and mesmerized.
“Ah… Tianyu…”
Ning Wan’s snow-white bottom rose and fell endlessly. After squatting straight up and down for who knows how long, her entire body tingled and went numb. Her rounded knees trembled, and with a quiver, she knelt on the bed surface.
“Shizun? Shall I take over?” Seeing Ning Wan looking somewhat strained, Deng Tianyu volunteered.
“No! Tianyu, don’t move. For the first time, you must not move.”
Ning Wan knelt astride Deng Tianyu’s groin. The connection was now wetter, stickier, and incredibly tight. Now, her hips relied on the twisting of her slender waist, and her arms braced against his hard, sweat-sheened chest.
Her body leaned forward slightly. Her waist curved and tensed, the arc of her spine visible beneath her creamy, smooth back.
Her snow buttocks appeared even more uplifted, while her waist twisted and moved like a water snake.
Though she wasn’t deep-swallowing or swiftly spitting out the entire length as before, only riding a small section of the base, the speed of her movements had suddenly increased.
“Squelch, squelch…”
Amidst the creamy, liquid sounds, the slapping noise was continuous. Beneath the snow-white cheeks, a mess of whitish, stringy love fluids stretched and ground. Soon, a large patch of the bedsheet below was soaked through.
“Tianyu~ Tianyu~”
Riding passionately, Ning Wan’s face was flushed red, her lovely face full of spring. While panting and moaning, she also punctuated it with calls full of deep emotion from time to time.
The two who had been inseparable for sixteen years had weathered countless spring rains and winter snows together.
From feeding Tianyu milk, to letting him suckle her nipple.
From bathing Tianyu, to grasping his rod, kneading and teasing it constantly.
From picking Tianyu up on the mountain, to finally being penetrated by his rod.
…
Years of romantic fantasies seemed to heighten Ning Wan’s arousal. She moaned out lewd cries and moans while accelerating the twisting of her snow-white waist.
Her slender, flexible waist beneath her beautiful back quivered, moving like flowing water, driving her full, large snow buttocks to constantly swallow and release his rod.
“Ah… Wuwu… Tianyu~ Shoot it inside quickly~”
The rod, repeatedly swallowed by her twisting, swaying rear, was already coated with thick cream. New honey continuously flowed out, running down the base of the rod, over his thighs.
Dense cream overflowed, pulling strings, utterly debauched.
Suddenly, Deng Tianyu, lying back and being ridden, let out an unexpected moan. His waist tightened, his lower abdomen trembling instinctively.
Immediately after, Ning Wan let out an “Ah!”. Her snow-white rear stiffened, then quivered violently. Within her snow-smooth rear cleft, a different kind of creamy white overflowed.
Realizing her precious disciple had ejaculated, Ning Wan squatted over Deng Tianyu. Her full, melon-heavy breasts pressed down on his chest. Soft, snow-white flesh spilled out from her armpits, round as gourds.
Panting, she reached a hand back to tuck stray locks behind her ear. Bending her long neck, she pressed a kiss to Deng Tianyu’s lips…
Outside, a night rain had started at some point.
The rain soaked the entire Xiaoxiang Elegant Garden, wetting every blue stone in the courtyard and the spirit flowers and plants in the garden.
Frequent rain in Mysterious Winter meant spring wasn’t far off.
Though this rain was cold, it carried a hint of early spring.
As the cold breeze gradually picked up, it made the trees and flowers in the courtyard sway ceaselessly.
Listening to the night rain tinged with spring, Qu Qirong by her desk slightly closed the window.
At this hour, she hadn’t gone to bed. She was still carving the Cloud Carved Stone Album in her hands, draped in a snow-white sable fur.
After being taught for several days hand-in-hand by Tianyu, she had grasped the essence of Carving the Cloud.
Moreover, every time she carved, it calmed her heart and mind, clearing all distracting thoughts.
At these moments, only the figure who called her “Aunt Rong” remained in her mind.
But the instant she recalled the tenderly affectionate scene from that day, a flush of peach-red bloomed on Qu Qirong’s face, and her ears started burning.
On the stone album, the outline of the youth who called her “Aunt Rong” was gradually taking shape. Yet, she couldn’t help but softly curse: “Naughty Tianyu!”
It was true that the accident happened because she was guiding and refining the Baleful Yang Energy.
But no matter what, she was his aunt, his elder.
Even now thinking about it, her heart fluttered violently. It felt like her heart would jump out; her entire being was filled with shyness.
Suddenly, Qu Qirong’s dark brows furrowed. She looked towards the window.
“Strange. Did a stray cat get into the courtyard?”
Was it just her imagination? She thought she’d heard a soft, creamy meow just now.
“Perhaps because it’s raining outside, a wild cat jumped into the courtyard to shelter from the rain!”
Qu Qirong didn’t dwell on it. Lowering her eyes, she continued sketching on the Cloud Carved Stone Album.
…
At the same time, in the room separated by just one wall, a cold draft caused the candles to flicker wildly. Sheets of paper on the desk scattered all over the floor.
Ink from the inkstone spilled, dripping down like flowing water, pooling on the ground.
“Tianyu, I’m a little thirsty.”
Ning Wan lay lazily on the bed, half-closing her enchanting eyes, turning her head to look at her precious disciple beside her.
“Let me help moisten your lips, Master.”
Deng Tianyu understood. Leaning over, he slowly kissed those full, tempting red lips.
Right now, Ning Wan felt as if she were soaking in a hot spring, like her whole being had been sublimated.
Her exquisitely beautiful, bewitching face was covered in a fine layer of fragrant sweat. Her tied-up long hair had come loose at some point, cascading over her smooth, shimmering, and supple back.
Her long, elegant legs were drawn close together. The ten toenails painted in bright scarlet, like rubies, trembled gently, sending ripples like moonlit waves.
Ning Wan’s delicate hand reached downwards, seemingly searching for something.
Deng Tianyu extended his own hand and grasped hers in his palm.
Neither spoke, but they tacitly pressed their fingers close, interlacing them tightly, feeling each other’s warmth.
Her heart fluttered intensely.
His heart beat rapidly too.
Deng Tianyu’s and Ning Wan’s heartbeats seemed to synchronize at this moment, bringing their hearts closer, more intimately connected than ever.
A long time later, their lips parted!
Ning Wan’s stunningly gorgeous face was flushed and enchanting. Her rippling eyes held hints of water and overwhelming affection. She took his hand and placed it on her full breast: “Tianyu~ Did you like this birthday celebration I prepared for you?”
“Of course, I liked it.”
“And it’s deeply carved into the depths of my heart. Something I’ll never forget in this lifetime.”
Deng Tianyu wrapped his arm around his Shizun’s waist, speaking softly.
How could he forget such an unforgettable celebration?
Because it was precisely during this celebration that his Shizun, Ning Wan, gave him her most precious thing.
And of course, he also gave her his most precious thing in return.
In this mutual exchange, the bond between master and disciple had deepened, making it even harder for either of them to pull away.
“Mm~ As long as Tianyu likes it!”
“My love for you these sixteen years hasn’t been in vain.”
Ning Wan smiled adoringly, rubbing her cheek against Deng Tianyu’s, feeling the warmth of his face.
Perhaps her meeting him was chance.
Perhaps it was coincidence that his unique constitution saved her.
But wasn’t it precisely these coincidences that forged their master-disciple bond, a connection that quietly fermented and ultimately blossomed, bearing fruit?
The first time was chance. The second was coincidence. What then were the two together?
That was destiny meeting!
Some say five hundred years of gazing back in past lives only earns a passing shoulder-brush in this life.
Luckily, as they brushed shoulders, she and he grabbed hold of each other, leading to today’s fruit.
“Tianyu, do you remember a poem you once told me?”
Ning Wan held Deng Tianyu’s hand tightly. Her expression was dreamy, impossibly beautiful. “In life and death, together we vow.”
“To hold your hand, and grow old with you!” Deng Tianyu smiled, seamlessly reciting the next line.
It was a poem he’d told his Shizun before, never expecting her to remember.
“This poem is beautiful. From now on, it belongs to Shizun and Tianyu!”
Ning Wan lifted her chin slightly. Under Deng Tianyu’s gaze, her red lips parted lightly, and she kissed his lips once more.
This kiss represented this vow, a witness to this master-disciple pair!
Overcome with a moment of passion, Ning Wan couldn’t help but reach out and grasp the now hardened rod.
“Tianyu, we’re still a long way from seven times~”
She rolled over, pressing her precious disciple down beneath her again. Her snowy, powerful legs squatted firmly on either side of his hips, like pillars of solid, lustrous jade, perfectly straight and round.
Her snow-white, full bottom slowly descended again. The sticky, creamy tender slit immediately caught the glans. The wet, slick flower lips were once more spread open, softly wrapping around the mushroom-shaped crown.
Ning Wan’s eyes shimmered. The blissful pleasure of that rod filling her body was still fresh in her mind. Biting her red lip, she sat down hard.
The full, snowy mound was softly squeezed apart in all directions. The glans slipped with a “Squelch” right into the sticky, creamy, honeyed passage.
This time went smoother than before. As the burning rod filled her, the tender, ridged, and creamy soft flesh was instantly pushed aside.
A tingling, numbing pleasure made her cheeks blush deeply. Her beautiful eyes moistened, her face blossoming with spring desire.
“Shizun? This time…?”
“No! Wait until I have no strength left, then we’ll talk…”
Ning Wan’s snow-white rear tightened. Her honey passage contracted, a trickle of love fluid squeezed out…
She continued her descent. With layers upon layers inside her tender slit, the moist, hot, soft, wrinkled folds and creamy flesh were pushed aside like fleshy waves and creamy tides.
Until the rock-hard glans poked deeply into the impossibly soft and tender flower heart at the very end of her passage.
When her sensitive flower heart had been prodded several times earlier, she couldn’t hold back and climaxed.
This time, she continuously lifted her rear, swallowing the rod, wanting to actively seek out that utterly exquisite feeling.
She knew it wasn’t just incredibly pleasurable for her; for Deng Tianyu, having his glans held and sucked by the tender flower heart was also an indescribably blissful sensation.
Right now, their lower bodies connected with almost no gap left.
Ning Wan trembled all over, unwilling to rise for a long while, relishing the tingling, satisfying, and beautiful pleasure of the scorching glans crushing against her flower heart.
Finally, Deng Tianyu couldn’t hold back. Quietly thrusting his waist, his rod swelled and stiffened further. Like a red-hot, unyielding sword, it continuously pried open that cluster of tender, soft flesh.
“Mm…”
Coming back to her senses, Ning Wan pressed down on Deng Tianyu’s waist again. She squatted and rode over him, swaying in rhythm as they pleasured themselves freely.
Getting into it, she arched her body backwards, her snowy arms bracing on Deng Tianyu’s thighs. Her jade groin, supported by her slender, straight calves, swallowed and released the rod in wave-like motions, over and over…
Her movements gradually grew more skilled. A twist of her willow waist, a sway of her peach-like hips, and another full cycle of swallowing was complete.
Her lovely face was flushed red with arousal. This position was very shameful, letting her precious disciple see her breasts, snowy groin, and the place where they joined fully exposed.
Suppressing the faint shame in her heart, Ning Wan continued twisting her waist in rising and falling motions. The scorching rod shuttled in and out of her tender slit, rubbing and scraping against the layers of soft, tingling, fleshy walls.
Inside her honey chamber, fluids gushed like rain, flooding everything. With each rise and fall, her tender entrance opened and closed like a blossom. Pink flesh, dripping with fluids, tangled endlessly with the rod.
Thick, creamy juices accumulated near her snowy mound. The squelching sounds during thrusts sounded like stirring a muddy puddle after rain, degenerate to the extreme.
“Tianyu~ Does it feel good?”
Gentle waves shimmered in Ning Wan’s watery eyes. Her fair hand brushed a strand of hair that had slipped past her temples, tucking it seductively behind her ear. She asked with deep affection.
Deng Tianyu didn’t speak.
But Ning Wan suddenly sensed the rod inside her honey chamber swell abruptly. The entrance was pushed to its limit, her passage stretched inside. A trace of a smile curved at the corner of her eyes.
Her snowy, smooth waist and rear couldn’t help but ride faster.
Then, the rod inside her suddenly blazed and pulsed fiercely. A burst of thick, scorching hot essence shot straight towards the flower core like an arrow. Her tender flower core quivered. Her womb was filled to the brim by the heat in an instant.
“Ah…!”
Ning Wan, burned by the heat, cried out wantonly. Her flower heart was pushed open. The thick essence surged straight up, instantly filling her womb!
In that split second, pleasure struck like lightning. Strange, intense, paralyzing sensations made Ning Wan go completely weak. Her honey slit burned hot. Amidst the quivering of her flower heart, another gush of fluid quietly leaked out…
