The bright moon hung high. Its hazy, enchanting light cascaded down, as beautiful as a poem or painting.
“Huff… huff…”
Yingying the little fox was curled up in her soft nest, her tiny fox mouth curved in a happy arc. Her three fluffy tails wrapped around her petite body. She slept very soundly.
She was having a beautiful dream.
She dreamed she’d arrived at the seaside. In her left paw was a bundle of snacks; in her right paw was another bundle of snacks. She was enjoying the delicious sweetness, half-squinting as she gazed at the beautiful scenery ahead.
“Splash! Splash!”
Ocean waves pounded the reef, splashing several feet of pure white, crystalline spray.
Tides went on unceasingly. The reef was hard to stop.
Waves surged to the shore, gently stroking the soft sand before reluctantly retreating.
Again and again, as if they would never stop, they caressed the sand, drawing silver lines on the beach, seemingly setting a shimmering silver frame for the boundless ocean, making it even more hazily enchanting.
After eating snacks for a while, the little fox felt a bit thirsty. She took out a bottle of her favorite Purple Jade Marrow and opened the porcelain bottle.
“Pop~”
A crisp sound rang out. Yingying the little fox stuck out her tender pink tongue, ready to enjoy herself thoroughly.
Unexpectedly, the sweet, fragrant taste she expected didn’t come, leaving her very puzzled.
“Yingying?”
Not yet realizing it was a dream, the little fox wrinkled her eyes, letting out a dream-talk-like call.
She was clearly wondering: the porcelain bottle holding the Purple Jade Marrow was open, she’d clearly heard the sound of the lid popping open, yet no Purple Jade Marrow dripped out.
…
In the room, the overlapping silhouettes on the wall quivered gently.
Ning Wan’s expression was dreamy, soul-snatching. Her beautiful eyes were full of misty moisture. Her lush, mature, warm, soft body was pressed tightly against her precious disciple. Two long, elegant jade arms wrapped around his neck.
Her narrow, long eyelashes fluttered. Her sandalwood mouth exhaled threads of scorching, orchid-scented breath straight onto his face.
“Tianyu~ Your cultivation of the Divine Ability is progressing well. I can already feel myself being filled completely by you.”
“As long as we diligently cultivate with harder practice, it will soon reach great completion.”
In her words, there was a trace of languidness, mixed with endless seduction and charm.
Her long, pure, jade-like legs were drawn tightly together. Her pair of exquisitely flawless moon-like feet still glowed a faint, rosy, crystal luster, as if the lingering pleasure had yet to subside.
“Haah…”
The scent of her black hair mixed with her teasing body fragrance, and a hint of peach blossom scent permeated. Deng Tianyu exhaled deeply, his breath also somewhat disordered.
He could feel the full softness pressing tightly against his chest, and the heartbeat synchronized with his own. He smiled softly:
“That’s also thanks to Shizun’s supervision and tempering. Otherwise, this Divine Ability wouldn’t have progressed so quickly.”
Deng Tianyu spoke the truth.
Without his Shizun’s urging, he truly couldn’t have comprehended it so fast.
It could only be said—Good things require grinding; truth emerges from practice!
Ning Wan smiled adoringly. Her stunningly bright, moist lips kissed the corner of his mouth tenderly: “I was once the Moon Consort of the Yin-Yang Law Heaven. Immortal cultivators see us as Devils.”
“Today, what Tianyu does… could it not be considered rooting out Devils and safeguarding the Dao?”
“Indeed, it’s removing the film and guarding the Dao!” Deng Tianyu chimed in, feeling the cold softness of her hand in his, giving her his warmth.
From just moments ago until now, he and his Shizun had been holding hands like this.
Ning Wan kissed her disciple’s neck, her sultry eyes like silk threads, saying: “But right now, Tianyu has only rooted out this Devil twice!”
“At this rate, there are still several chances. How about Tianyu helps me put on some clothes? Wouldn’t that be more presentable?”
At this moment, Ning Wan was truly a mature, fully ripened beauty. Every single move, every frown and smile, held even more bewitching, mature charm and infinite allure than ever before, making it impossible to extricate oneself.
“As Shizun likes!” The master-respecting-and-Dao-honoring Deng Tianyu naturally had no reason to refuse.
He pondered for a moment, calculating how many times the Primordial Yang Reflux Art had been extracted so far tonight.
Earlier, in the bathtub, Shizun had extracted once while bathing him.
Then, the master and disciple, deep in their bond, exchanged pastries, extracting once more.
Add the two times Shizun rode him just now, that made four times total.
Thinking of this, Deng Tianyu sighed inwardly: “The road stretches long and endless; I will search high and low!”
Indeed, as Shizun said, the night is long!
But it’s fine. To fulfill filial piety, he was unwavering, even if it meant exhausting all his essence.
Of course, Deng Tianyu felt that situation wouldn’t happen.
After all, a bed-warmer like Shizun — even if he fucked her for a whole day and night, he wouldn’t feel the slightest fatigue.
“It’s not enough if only I like it. Tianyu must like it too.”
Ning Wan gave him a charming look. Rising, she retrieved a pile of clothing from her Storage Ring.
“Because this birthday celebration was specially prepared by Shizun for Tianyu, so naturally, it should be centered on you.”
There were various palace dresses, new-style intimate apparel, and pairs of Ice Silk Stockings and high heels in various colors.
Quickly, the bed became a profusion of brilliant purples and reds, like a flower garden in springtime, with hundreds of flowers in bloom, confusing the eyes with their chaotic beauty.
“Tianyu, choose a set!”
“In a moment, I’ll lean by the moonlight while testing the remaining three times of the Divine Ability.”
“That way, Tianyu can root out the Devil and safeguard the Dao under the moon!”
Ning Wan smiled charmingly, putting forward her idea.
Deng Tianyu gladly accepted and chose a set mainly in black tones.
These were all novel styles he’d designed, very sexy and seductive.
One item was made of two semi-circles with long ties on the sides; another was a narrow, small triangular piece; plus a pair of black, semi-transparent silk stockings.
Deng Tianyu took the two semi-circular gauze cups and positioned them over the astonishingly lush, melon-like breasts, gathering them, then tying the silk ribbons.
“Tianyu is truly clever and deft with his hands… This is the first time I’ve worn the undergarments Tianyu designed…”
The fabric perfectly conformed to her body’s curves. As the ribbons tightened, her twin peaks seemed to be gently lifted, becoming even fuller and more upright, a creamy white cleavage squeezed out between them.
The lower undergarment was also tied with ribbons, unfolding into two connected triangles, larger at the front, smaller at the back, just a thin piece.
“Shizun, spread your legs.”
Ning Wan parted her legs, letting Deng Tianyu wrap that piece of silk fabric over her groin, tying the ribbons at her waist. Then she straightened up for him to admire.
The originally barely inch-wide fabric stretched and clung to her snow-white lower cheeks, wrapping just below her abdomen in a low, concave arc.
The upper edge barely covered the full snowy mound; the entire snow-white lower abdomen was exposed.
The back part was even narrower, directly sinking into the cleft of her rump. If not for the thin string around her hips, it was as if she wore nothing at all.
The covering effect was nearly zero. Deng Tianyu even glimpsed, in a flash, a small, neat, slightly indented, tender pink anal bud at the center of her thighs.
Finally, he slipped on the black dress, and stepped into the high heels.
Under the attentive and filial service of her disciple, though there was some fumbling in the process, he eventually helped Ning Wan get fully dressed.
“Buzz!”
Just then, Ning Wan’s spring-onion white fingertip lightly tapped. An invisible ripple enveloped the room.
Faintly, intersecting Yin-Yang Fish could be seen, isolating this place.
Clearly, it was a special Yin-Yang Dao Art.
This scene, besides Deng Tianyu and Ning Wan in the room, was seen by no one.
“Tianyu, we must hurry, or it will soon be dawn!”
Having done that, Ning Wan coiled up her thick, long hair. Swaying her stunningly graceful figure, she walked slowly towards the window.
As lotus steps shifted lightly, her strained bodice couldn’t help but jiggle. Her beautiful eyes, full of boundless allure, glanced back from time to time as the autumn waters in her eyes rippled, maturely beautiful and bewitching.
At this moment, under Deng Tianyu’s heated gaze, a soft, white hand lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing a pair of lush, long legs wrapped in Ice Silk Stockings, and a pair of black high heels.
From the extremely fleshy, perfectly round thighs to the crystalline, lustrous jade-like soles, a hazy, enchanting silhouette was formed.
Deng Tianyu’s heart thumped fiercely. He felt Shizun at this moment was the very epitome of seduction.
Then, taking a deep breath, he slowly walked towards the window.
He reached his hand between Ning Wan’s thighs. Through the thin, translucent fabric, he stroked that tender, snowy mound.
Ning Wan moaned out in a sultry, silky voice, while sensuously raising her lower body.
Deng Tianyu parted her tender slit through the light silk, laughing: “Shizun, I can see everything now.”
“Isn’t it because Tianyu deliberately designed it this way?”
Ning Wan’s jade face flushed crimson. Covering her mouth, her fragrant shoulders trembled lightly.
“Shizun, this time…?”
“What do you think?”
Ning Wan’s sultry eyes were like silk threads. Already compliant, she positioned herself. Her fragrant shoulders leaned against the window frame. Lewdly, she arched her snow-white rump out.
With her hands, she pushed the undergarment down below her buttocks, revealing the watery, glistening tender slit between her white cheeks.
Deng Tianyu squatted down slightly to adjust his height. His angrily swollen rod thrust up from beneath his groin, aimed directly at his Shizun’s tender slit.
“Mm-yaah!”
Ning Wan cried out in a low voice. That thick, long, hard rod pushed against the entrance and slid in, then with a heavy thrust, rammed deep inside her slit.
The fiery Yang member broke through and entered her body. Deng Tianyu thrust several times, feeling this position had a special flavor. He couldn’t help but speak.
“Shizun, shall we do it your way again?”
“Tianyu doesn’t feel sorry for me at all~”
Ning Wan gave a playful, reproachful moan, but still, bending over the windowsill, she leaned forward, arched her waist. Her high-heel-clad feet pressed together. Her snow buttocks lifted high as she rocked back and forth.
She used her own tender, soft, slick honey slit to diligently serve her precious disciple’s fiery hot rod.
That thin, flimsy undergarment was bunched around her fair, round thighs, about to fall but not quite, full of seductive charm.
Her snow-white rear smacked against Deng Tianyu’s lower abdomen, the sound of slapping ringing out clearly. Waves of buttock-flesh rippled and quivered. Swinging like a swing, her bottom undulated up and down in small amplitudes.
The debauched sight made it impossible for Deng Tianyu to remain calm.
His large hands abruptly clamped around her symmetrical, concave willow waist, as if intent on lifting her whole body up just like that.
Ning Wan’s waist bent near to breaking. Her snow buttocks, raised high, were fixed in the air. The thick, massive rod suddenly began thrusting at incredible speed, fiercely and intensely pounding her tender slit.
Under Deng Tianyu’s frequent impacts, her jade-like rear rippled out white, creamy waves like fine butter. The tender flesh in her honey slit, which was originally meltingly soft like congealed ointment, suddenly tightened, closing around the rod from all directions.
“Sss!”
Deng Tianyu threw his head back, gasping. He felt the tender flesh inside her honey slit suddenly bite down tightly. The ridges within the creamy flesh were unprecedentedly vivid.
Like a warm, small mouth, wrapping, squirming, sucking, and kneading his rod.
The pleasure intensified. It drove him wild with excitement, making him thrust his waist even more fiercely.
His rod pumped like flying. Every stroke forcefully pushed through the tightly gripping, delicate beauty-flesh, ramming into that plump, tender, incomparably soft flower heart.
“Mm-ah… Ah-yaa…”
Ning Wan arched her willow waist, shrinking her shoulders and withdrawing her rear. Tremors wracked her uncontrollably. She cried out in a voice filled with complaint and tears.
Her raven-black hair, like fine silk, flew wildly with each thrust. Beads of sweat, like crushed jade, splashed from her body. She was drenched as if from water.
The window echoed with the beauty’s sultry moans. The dense sounds of slapping were like a sudden, fierce storm, but it was sealed away by Dao arts, seen by no one.
Like rain pelting banana leaves, amidst the churning snow-white waves, a trace of deep, attractive red gradually appeared. White cream splashed, silver threads stretched. Like an unending storm, no one knew when it would cease.
Ning Wan’s snow-white belly convulsed as she was fucked. Waves of numbing, aching pleasure arose. Instantly, her womb spasmed. Her flower heart violently opened and closed.
Streams of flower nectar sprayed out from the quivering, gaping tender eye, coating the glans greasily.
Under this intense climax, her honey passage fiercely squirmed and convulsed. Hot, thick, viscous liquid covered the entire rod. In an instant, all sorts of indescribable pleasures surged towards Deng Tianyu.
He threw his head back with a long hiss, unable to hold back any longer. With a sudden thrust of his waist, he pushed against the sucking, tender flower core.
The rod throbbed violently as if alive. Once again, even more intensely, he poured scalding thick essence into the tender flower heart, heating her womb thoroughly.
After the long ejaculation ended, Deng Tianyu and his Shizun embraced each other, panting violently. His rod was still buried inside her honey slit, pulsing slightly, completely unwilling to pull out.
Beneath them, essence and love fluids pooled. The sticky, slick sensation slowly spread from where they were joined.
Ning Wan, who had experienced her first absolute peak climax, also very rarely remained dazed for a long time, as if floating in midair, drifting up and down with the moonlight.
Earlier, when she had been actively riding Deng Tianyu’s rod, she still had some moderation, slowing down when it became unbearable.
Now that Deng Tianyu had taken the initiative, he paid no heed to any of that. He just thrust fiercely and plowed deeply. The incomparable, blissful pleasure trapped them both in its spell.
As the lingering pleasure remained, Deng Tianyu suddenly lifted her, turning her over to sit on the windowsill.
His rod inside her tender slit moved with a twisting, digging motion, squelchily stirring out the mixture of essence and honey.
Ning Wan couldn’t help moaning. Her snow-white feet hooked tightly around Deng Tianyu’s lower back.
Like a single conjoined being, the two held each other tight. No extra words were needed. They naturally thrust their waists and twisted their hips. The symphony of debauched flesh began to resound once more.
Like the evening breeze of a beautiful night, stirring one to a tipsy, dreamy state. The nightingale-like moans harmonized in a voice of complaint and tears, filled with indescribably teasing springtime emotion.
Deng Tianyu grew frenzied again. His hands tightened on that pair of pert, plump buttocks. His waist and abdomen slapped together densely. His panting grew thick, and her sultry cries became sharp and high…
Finally, streaks of white cream spilled out, slowly dripping down the windowsill.
It signified that this round of passion was temporarily over. But rest was merely to gather strength for the next round of passion.
