Lin Fengyang and Su Meiyin stepped through the courtyard, their footsteps fading as they headed toward his chamber after the night's stance training.
Lian Xue, her chestnut hair glinting under moonlight, hurried to her own quarters, heart pounding with urgency. Inside, she knelt before an ornate mirror, its surface rippling as she channeled qi to summon Young Master Gu Xingchen.
After ten minutes, the mirror shimmered, revealing Xingchen's sharp features, his eyes gleaming despite the dim glow of the secret realm behind him.
"Xuer, even across realms, you remain a sight worth savoring," he purred, his voice smooth as silk.
She blushed, bowing slightly. "Young Master flatters me beyond what I deserve."
Once the pleasantries are passed, Lian Xue's tone grew serious. "I've seduced Fengyang in the pool, as planned. His guard was down, and he took me eagerly."
Xingchen's lips lifted into a slow, knowing smirk. "Excellent. Tell me—how did he feel inside you?"
A flush crept across her cheeks, but she didn't look away. "He was... thick and hot, Young Master. Each thrust lit a fire inside me."
Xingchen let out a pleased chuckle, leaning back with satisfaction. "Hah… just as I thought. Very good."
He sees me as his Xiao Huayan, Lian Xue thought, her heart swelling with pride.
But this news will sour his mood. She steeled herself, the weight of her report pulling her back to reality.
"Young Master, there is another matter," she said, lowering her gaze.
"Fengyang did not indulge with Lady Meiyin last night. Instead, he spent the night in training with her—refining his martial stances and strengthening his foundation. It seems he is attempting to recover the cultivation time lost during our... encounter."
Xingchen's grin vanished, shock flickering across his face. Silence hung heavy, his eyes narrowing as he processed the news. How can he resist a beauty like Meiyin? he mused. If it were me, I would ravage her twice a day, yet he abstains? Is he even a man?
This ant's rushing for Foundation Establishment, intent on reneging on our deal. . No man would willingly share a woman like her. I was a fool to believe his offer was sincere.He played me from the start.
A bitter chill seeped into his chest.
I should have crushed him when he was nothing but a 1st Stage Qi Condensation insect. And now... this Young Master, losing to such a wretch?
He gritted his teeth. Inconceivable.
He calmed his racing thoughts, voice hardening with resolve. "If Fengyang dares to renege on our pact after stepping into Foundation Establishment,, he'll learn this Young Master isn't a fool to be played. The sect may protect him then, but once I reach Nascent Soul, I'll burn every bridge, discard all pretense, and wage war without mercy. Meiyin will be my spoil—and I'll make him watch as I violate her, day and night, until his spirit breaks."
Lian Xue's heart raced as the implications of Xingchen's words settled in. The Young Master's anger was a dangerous thing, but Fengyang's ambition… that was the real threat. If he continued to rise unchecked, it would undo everything.
She had to tighten her grip on him—before he outgrew his usefulness. Her loyalty to Xingchen burned fiercely, but beneath it, a flicker of dread for what Fengyang could become stirred in her chest.
Xingchen leaned in, his voice cold and calculating. "There's no harm in slowing him down. Even if he recovers lost time, you and my other eyes can sate your pleasures. Not just you—use the other servants, too, to keep him entertained. If they're not enough, send in the female disciples. Many of them already covet him for his looks, which, of course, are still pale in comparison to mine. Keep him occupied, Xuer. I won't fault you if he still reaches Foundation Establishment, but make sure he doesn't do so unchallenged."
She bowed, her eyes burning with resolve. "I will bind him in lust, Young Master. Every moment he strays from his cultivation, I'll make sure it's for your gain."
Her mind was made up—no matter the cost, she would drown Fengyang in desire, binding him to their will.
Xingchen nodded, satisfied. "Good. Report again soon, my flower." The mirror dimmed, his image fading, leaving Lian Xue alone with her schemes.
Her heart pounded with purpose. Fengyang's cunning won't outmatch my devotion. I'll make Young Master's will reality, no matter what.
Dawn broke, casting pale light through the sect's halls. Meiyin, fresh from her bath, departed for sect duties, her crimson robes swaying. Lin Fengyang sat cross-legged on his chamber's mat, ready to cultivate, his qi stirring like a blazing current.
The door creaked, and Lian Xue entered, closing it with a mischievous smile. Damn, can't I just cultivate for once?
Fengyang thought, irritation flaring. Do I really have to fuck this bitch again? She's tempting, sure, but I can't afford to waste time. If I'm going to escape this sect, I need to advance quickly, steadily... I can't keep compromising my cultivation. But damn, my little brother's already waking up.
He glanced at the bulge in his pants, his resolve wavering. Looks like I need to listen to the little brother.
Mist swirled, and Huo Yan materialized, leaping with glee. "Haha, Lian Xue, you lovely vixen! You've brought the show for this old man!" His voice dripped with delight, unheard and unseen by her.
Fengyang's irritation flared at the thought of Huo Yan. The old spirit had never actively taught him, and it still grated on his nerves. But deep down, he couldn't ignore the debt he owed. After all, his life had been saved because of Huo Yan, even if it was for his own... perverted reasons.
Fine, I'll indulge him with a show. At least that'll keep him quiet for now. He rose to meet her.
Lian Xue's smile widened, her voice sweet as honey. "Young Master Fengyang, you toiled hard all night. Why don't you allow this presumptuous servant to serve you now?"
He smirked, his little brother stirring. "Bold words, Xue. You think you can keep up after the pool?"
She stepped closer, her chestnut hair catching the dawn's glow. "I'm no Elder Meiyin, Young Master, but I'll make you forget your mat." Her fingers brushed his chest, teasing.
"Then prove it," he growled, voice thick with hunger. "Strip, and let's see how presumptuous you are." His eyes locked on hers, daring her to match his fire.
They moved quickly, each eager to strip away the layers between them.
Lian Xue tugged at his robes, and he mirrored her haste, loosening the fabric with desperate hands.
She wore no undergarments, her smooth skin exposed to him, the faint glow of sweat clinging to her curves. His own pants remained, but she worked quickly to loosen his robes, her touch never faltering.
Their lips collided in a heated kiss, tongues tangling fiercely. Fengyang's hands roamed, his fingers trailing over her body with growing hunger.
He grazed her soft, pert nipples, his touch deliberate as he squeezed the tender flesh of her hips, pulling her even closer.
After breaking the kiss, she sank to her knees, nimble hands loosening his pants, sliding them down slowly.
His cock sprang free, glistening with precum, brushing her cheek.
Lian Xue's eyes lingered, a hungry glint flashing before she leaned in, her lips parting to envelop him.
Her tongue swirled around his tip, teasing the sensitive ridge, then slid down his shaft, warm and wet.
She sucked with deliberate slowness, cheeks hollowing, her soft moans vibrating against him.
Fengyang groaned, fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her deeper as she took him to the hilt, her throat constricting around his length.
She pulled back, lips slick, and grinned. "Enough of that, Young Master. I want you elsewhere."
Rising with practiced grace, she turned and climbed onto the bed, lowering herself onto all fours. Her hips swayed as she arched her back, presenting her ass—plump, tempting, with a glistening string of anal beads peeking from her tight hole.
Fengyang's pulse quickened, his cock throbbing at the sight. "You really are presumptuous," he rasped, kneeling behind her.
He gripped the beads' loop, pulling slowly, each bead popping free with a soft squelch, her ass clenching and relaxing, a faint moan escaping her lips.
The final bead slipped free, leaving her hole gaping—pink, twitching, and needy. Lian Xue glanced back, eyes gleaming. "Take me, Young Master. Right here… in my ass."
Fengyang pressed the thick head of his cock against her gaping hole, savoring the sight of her twitching entrance stretched and eager.
He teased her, grinding slowly against her rim, drawing a shiver from Lian Xue's trembling body. She whimpered, hips pushing back, desperate for more.
With a low growl, he eased into her, feeling her tight heat swallow him inch by inch. Her walls gripped him fiercely, as if reluctant to let him go. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her fingers clawing at the bedding as he filled her completely.
Fengyang set a steady rhythm at first, savoring the way her body rocked in time with his thrusts.
His hands clamped around her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and he began to move harder, faster—each wet slap echoing through the chamber.
Her ass rippled with each impact, the obscene sound of their joining fueling his rising hunger.
Lian Xue's moans grew higher, breathless and needy. "More, Young Master… deeper… don't stop…" she cried, her voice breaking under the weight of pleasure.
She pushed back against him with reckless abandon, craving every ruthless stroke.
Fengyang gave a final, deep thrust, then slowed, savoring her desperate whine as he withdrew with a slick, wet sound.
Fengyang didn't let her collapse after pulling out. Grabbing her by the waist, he dragged her onto his lap, forcing her to straddle him. His cock, slick and throbbing, pressed against her gaping hole.
"Not done yet," he rasped, his voice low with hunger.
Panting, Lian Xue steadied herself with trembling hands against his shoulders.
Slowly, she lowered herself, his cock stretching her once more as her ass swallowed him hungrily.
A sharp gasp tore from her throat, her thighs quivering as she took him all the way in, seated firmly on his lap.
For a moment, they stayed locked together, the heat between them crackling.
Then she moved—tentatively at first, rolling her hips in slow, teasing circles. The friction sent a delicious jolt through them both.
Spurred by his rough grip on her waist, she began to ride him in earnest, her movements growing frantic, greedy for more.
Each bounce made her breasts jiggle wildly, sweat glistening on her flushed skin.
Her moans rose with every thrust, her nails dragging fiery trails across his chest.
Fengyang met her rhythm with brutal thrusts from below, driving himself deeper into her spasming heat.
His hands gripped her ass firmly, spreading her wide, guiding her to take him even harder.
Lian Xue leaned forward, breathless, her lips brushing the shell of his ear.
"You're better than I ever dreamed, Young Master," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
Her ass squeezed him tighter, milking him with frantic, desperate movements, her body teetering on the edge.
Fengyang's control slipped further, his breath ragged as the overwhelming tightness and heat devoured him.
With a strangled moan, Lian Xue's body seized, her inner walls spasming wildly around him as she climaxed, her back arching as her juices spilled freely down her thighs.
The way she tightened sent Fengyang over the edge—he growled low in his throat, his hips jerking up in a final brutal thrust as his cock throbbed and exploded deep inside her ass, filling her with hot, heavy spurts of seed.
Their bodies shuddered together, clinging desperately as the aftershocks tore through them.
Lian Xue collapsed against him, her chest heaving, face buried against his neck, her body limp and boneless from the intensity of their shared release.
His cock still twitched inside her, kept snug by her clenching muscles.
For a moment, they stayed there, locked in the afterglow—panting, sweating, trembling.
Then Fengyang exhaled sharply, his arms flexing.
He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her slightly.
His cock slid free with a wet, sticky sound, strands of thick cum oozing from her gaping hole.
He shoved her gently to the side, letting her fall onto the soft bedding with a whimper.
Rising to his feet, he shook the daze from his head, cock still half-hard and slick with their mixed fluids.
Lian Xue lay sprawled on the bed, legs parted, a dazed smile curling her lips.
"Enough of that," he grunted, towering over her.
Without waiting, he bent down and grabbed her under her arms, lifting her effortlessly.
Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and as he shifted her higher, he positioned himself again.
With a swift, brutal thrust, he speared back into her gaping ass, lifting her fully off the ground.
Lian Xue cried out sharply, her nails digging into his shoulders as he bounced her on his cock mid-air.
Fengyang held Lian Xue aloft, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her ass impaled on his throbbing cock.
Each thrust drove deeper, the slap of their bodies echoing as he lifted and dropped her, her weight shifting with every brutal plunge.
Lian Xue's head lolled back, chestnut hair swaying, her lips parting in a string of moans. "Young Master… harder," she pleaded, her voice raw, urging him to push her further.
Fengyang obliged, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider as he slammed upward, the friction of her tight hole stoking a fire in his core.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, sweat glistening on her pale skin, her eyes half-lidded with desperate need.
She rocked against him, matching his rhythm, her ass clenching rhythmically, drawing him deeper into her forbidden warmth.
"You're… breaking me," she gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure twisting her words, her body quivering on the edge.
Fengyang's breath grew ragged, his cock pulsing with every squeeze of her walls, the heat building to a crescendo.
He slowed briefly, teasing her with shallow thrusts, letting the anticipation coil tighter.
Lian Xue whined, her fingers clawing at his back, urging him to claim her fully, her voice a breathless, "Please… don't stop."
He growled, muscles taut, and resumed his punishing pace, each thrust harder, deeper, shaking her entire frame.
Her cries rose, sharp and unrestrained, her body tightening as she neared the brink.
"Young Master, I'm—!" she screamed, her voice cracking as her orgasm tore through her, fiercer than before, her asshole spasming uncontrollably around him.
Her body convulsed, juices leaking from her twitching cunt, dripping down her thighs in slick trails.
Fengyang's control shattered, the sight of her ruin pushing him over the edge.
With a final, violent thrust, he buried himself to the root, unleashing a thick surge of cum deep inside her spasming ass, filling her until it leaked around his cock.
Lian Xue sagged against him, utterly limp, her breath hot against his neck, her body trembling with aftershocks.
Slowly, he pulled out, her legs clinging weakly around him before slipping free.
As his cock slid from her abused hole, a gush of thick, creamy cum spilled out, trailing down her thighs and splattering onto the floor.
Fengyang stood there a moment, watching her dazed, ruined form, a smug satisfaction curling on his lips.
He guided her down gently, her knees wobbling as she knelt before him.
"Clean it," he ordered, voice rough.
Lian Xue obeyed, her tongue lapping at his softening cock, savoring the mix of cum and her own musk, her eyes locked on his with submissive hunger.
Fengyang smirked, his satisfaction evident as he watched Lian Xue finish, her lips glistening with their shared indulgence.
"You're bold, Lian Xue, I'll give you that," he said, his voice low but laced with approval.
Exhaling a heavy breath, he sank onto the bed, exhaustion creeping into his muscles.
Lian Xue, straightening with a coy smile, gathered her robes around her form. "Until next time, Young Master," she purred, her voice soft yet tinged with promise.
She slipped out of the room, leaving him alone in the dim chamber, the soft sounds of the morning filtering through the walls.
Just after she left, Huo Yan's faint, amused grumble broke the silence, "Fucking splendid show, brat."
Fengyang's lips curled at the familiar voice, but his thoughts soon turned inward.
Fengyang closed his eyes, feeling the qi rise within him.
The path to strength is long and unforgiving, he thought, his mind sharp with determination. Indulgence has its place, but power—true power—requires discipline, focus, and time. I will cultivate relentlessly, refining both my body and mind. Every moment counts.
He exhaled, a sense of clarity washing over him. The distractions, fleeting as they were, could not derail him.
This is just one step in the journey. The foundation must be solid before reaching greater heights.
With that, he rose, ready to begin his next step, his ambition unwavering, his path clear. Cultivation was the only truth that mattered now.
The lingering effects of the morning's indulgence soon faded, and with a deep breath, he pushed himself up.
A bath was necessary—to cleanse the lingering scent of their indulgence and reset his focus.
Once purified, he could return to the path that mattered.
He would revise the stances he had drilled the night before, decipher more of the enigmatic Yin Drain Codex, and refine his control over the Nine Yang Ignition technique.
Then, as planned, break through to the 5th stage of Qi Condensation—no distractions, no detours.