Su Kang and Bai Yunxi returned to their residence, their hearts lighter, carrying the warmth of the villagers' kindness.
This small village held special significance for Bai Yunxi.
It was here that she had reunited with her mother and married him.
Here, they had shared not just love, but their hopes and dreams too.
A quiet pang touched her heart. She knew they would be leaving this haven soon.
He caught her hand and led her to the room with the large window, its roof partially made of glass.
Moonlight spilled through the opening, casting an ethereal glow across the space.
She leaned into his embrace, her back against his chest. She could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his heart as she gazed up at the vast canvas of stars.
"I will miss this place," she whispered, her voice soft with a touch of sadness.
"We can come back," he murmured near her ear. "Whenever cultivation feels boring, we can return to the mortal world to relax."
She nodded, comforted by the thought. As they spoke about the journey ahead and their visit to the Bai family, she noticed his hand resting gently on her waist.
His touch lingered, warm and full of unspoken intention. She didn't pull away. She waited for him.
His fingers moved slowly over the silk of her robe, tracing languid circles. Her skin was warm beneath the fabric, her breath growing shallow.
He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear.
"Xi'er," he whispered, his voice thick with a quiet yearning. "Before we leave tomorrow, let's create one more unforgettable memory in this house."
She gave a soft nod, her voice no more than a breath. "Um."
That was all he needed.
His arms wrapped around her, holding her closer. His lips brushed the curve of her ear, sending a tremble through her body.
With reverence and restrained desire, his hands explored her form, memorizing every curve and line anew. It felt different now. Familiar, yet changed.
She blushed as his lips grazed her jaw. His kisses were slow and tender, lighting a fire within her.
She turned to him, pulling him into a kiss. It was deep and unhurried, filled with unspoken promises. A seal of everything they had endured, and all that awaited them.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as their kiss deepened. His fingers found the knots of her robe and loosened them.
The silk slid to the floor with a whisper, revealing a crimson belly band around her waist.
Her reconstructed body shimmered under the moonlight, flawless like carved jade. A faint glow kissed her skin, enhancing her already ethereal beauty.
He untied the belly band, letting it fall and expose her bare breasts. Fuller, rounder than before, her nipples hardened under his gaze.
He leaned down, brushing his lips along her collarbone before gently taking her breast into his mouth.
She gasped, her head falling back as he worshipped her with lips and tongue. Each flick, each suckle sent waves through her body.
She clung to his shoulders, breath trembling. Everything felt heightened—her skin more sensitive, her responses sharper.
Perhaps it was the transformation. Or perhaps it was simply him.
He nipped gently, and she gave a breathless moan.
"Ah..."
Su Kang kissed lower, trailing down her stomach until he paused above the final barrier.
His fingers slipped beneath the crimson undergarment and instantly pulled it away.
"You—" she started, but he silenced her with a kiss.
"I'm sorry, Xi'er. I can't hold back anymore."
She didn't resist. He lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bed and laying her down with quiet care.
His robe dropped to the floor. Her eyes followed his form, her breath catching at the sight of him. He was strong, toned, his desire plain to see.
Their gazes met. The world around them disappeared.
She parted her legs slightly, silently inviting him in.
He entered her slowly. She bit her lip, a cry caught in her throat as he pushed in, inch by inch. The stretch was intense, raw, and intimate.
He paused, stunned by the sensation.
She was tight—tighter than he remembered. Her body gripped him as if it had never known another.
Had the pill restored her physical virginity?
She had known it would be like this. She had been waiting for this moment.
She looked up at him, her gaze tender and unwavering. With trembling fingers, she reached up and cupped his face.
"I've given you my virginity now," she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes. "So… no more teasing me with your strange little jokes."
Her body had been physically restored. But her primordial yin was not there. In the eyes of a true cultivator like him, she wasn't truly a virgin.
But in this moment, none of that mattered.
She gazed up at him, eyes shimmering. "I'm not going anywhere. Li Xiao was my husband…"
Su Kang's chest tightened. His hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away a tear.
"But you are my husband now," she said, her voice soft but steady.
"I'm sorry, Xi'er," he murmured.
"I know I acted childishly. But I want to be your only husband. Not your last, not just the current one… but the only one. When you think of the word 'husband,' I want you to think of me."
He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers.
"Li Xiao is just the biological father of Li Fang. Nothing more."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, full of longing. "Do you understand what that means?"
She nodded slowly. Her voice was sure, conviction burning in her gaze.
"You are my only husband, and from this moment on… I am only your woman."
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.
Then buried her face against his neck.
"Don't be jealous of someone who's already gone. I will spend the rest of my life in your arms."
Every inch of him filled her completely, and in that moment, his heart swelled with love and longing.
He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering as if sealing her vow with tenderness.
"Then let's create a lifetime of beautiful memories," he murmured, voice husky with desire.
"Starting now."
He began to move, slowly at first—his rhythm deliberate and steady, savoring her warmth. But as the fire between them built, his pace quickened.
She moved with him, her hips rising to meet his with a natural, sensual rhythm. There was no hesitation in her gaze, only trust and passion.
"Faster," she urged, her breath hot against his ear, fingers digging into his back.
He obliged. His thrusts grew more powerful, more intense, his control slipping as she tightened around him, her inner muscles pulling him in with greedy heat.
Paa... paa... paa...
The rhythmic slap of their bodies filled the room, mingling with her soft cries and his ragged breathing. It was a symphony of raw desire.
"Ahh… yes… ahhh!" she cried out, her voice trembling with both pleasure and desperation. Her back arched, chasing more of him, surrendering completely.
Their lips met again in a kiss that was wild and consuming, their tongues tangled as if to claim each other again and again.
He gripped her waist and adjusted his angle, his thrusts striking deeper, brushing against the most sensitive parts of her.
She moaned louder, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and her legs clung to him as if anchoring herself through the storm.
His hand reached down between them, fingers finding her bud. He rubbed gently, then firmly, coaxing another wave of ecstasy from her trembling body.
Her cries grew higher, more frantic. "Yes… husband—ahhh!"
For what felt like an eternity—minutes that blurred into one another—he moved within her with relentless rhythm, each thrust building toward the inevitable.
Her body tensed, a scream caught in her throat as the orgasm ripped through her. Her walls clamped down on him, milking him for everything he had.
He groaned, pressing deep into her, releasing inside her with a shudder.
His warmth flooded her womb. Her legs shook, and she collapsed onto the pillow, gasping for breath, her skin flushed and glowing.
He held her close, still buried deep within her, unwilling to pull away from the comforting heat of her body.
She looked like a goddess bathed in moonlight and candle glow—hair tousled, skin damp with sweat, and eyes shimmering with tenderness.
"Wife, you're so damn beautiful," he muttered, brushing her damp hair back.
Her heart fluttered at his words. She felt hot—not just between her legs, but in her chest. That warmth… it belonged to him now.
Her thoughts drifted back to their wedding night—the one interrupted union.
"Husband, let me make up for what we lost that night," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly but filled with conviction.