Once Zhang Lexuan had adjusted to the initial stretching sensation as Lu Jingming's thick manhood filled her completely, he began to move with practiced skill. His hips rolled in a steady rhythm, drawing gasps and whimpers from her trembling lips.
Soon the room was filled with an unceasing symphony of flesh meeting flesh, the wet sounds of their passionate coupling, and Zhang Lexuan's increasingly desperate moans echoing off the walls. Her cries of pleasure rose and fell like the most beautiful melody, her voice breaking on particularly deep thrusts.
Though unable to compare to the calculated expertise of the fox priestess Yae Miko, Zhang Lexuan's uninhibited responses had their own raw charm - her gasps clear and sweet like mountain springs, each moan carrying deep emotion and need. Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around him with every penetration.
However, when it came to maintaining control during sex, Zhang Lexuan was indeed far inferior to Miko. Her body was hypersensitive to every touch, every kiss, every thrust driving her closer to the edge.
Lu Jingming hadn't even begun employing his special techniques yet, with many of the positions and methods he had prepared still unused. But Zhang Lexuan was already overwhelmed by pleasure, softly begging "Please... I can't... it's too much..." as another orgasm wracked her trembling form. She was quickly conquered in this unequal battle of passion.
Her breasts bounced enticingly with each powerful thrust, nipples hardened to stiff peaks. Her legs wrapped desperately around his waist, pulling him deeper as he pounded into her soaking wet core. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air along with their shared moans and gasps.
Lu Jingming gripped her hips tightly, angling his thrusts to hit that special spot inside her that made her see stars. Zhang Lexuan's back arched off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through her again and again. Her inner walls clamped down on his thick length, milking him desperately as she came undone beneath him.
With a final deep thrust, Lu Jingming buried himself to the hilt inside her quivering heat. His cock pulsed as he filled her with his hot seed, marking her as his. Zhang Lexuan could only moan weakly, completely spent from their passionate lovemaking.
Finally, looking at Zhang Lexuan sleeping soundly on the luxurious bed with a satisfied smile on her flushed face, her thighs still sticky with their mixed fluids, Lu Jingming couldn't help but find it amusing.
He really hadn't expected that Sister Lexuan, usually so cool and ethereal, would be so weak when it came to these matters.
Assessment complete: a total weakling.
After all, Yae Miko had been able to go all out with him, even with him using various positions.
But with Zhang Lexuan, he felt he had barely exerted any effort before she was already waving the white flag in surrender.
It just goes to show that everyone's physique truly is different, even though Zhang Lexuan had now broken through to become a Titled Douluo.
Lu Jingming gently cradled Zhang Lexuan's soft body in his arms, as if protecting the world's most precious treasure.
He buried his head in her cloud-soft bosom, breathing in Zhang Lexuan's faint fragrance as he slowly closed his eyes, immersing himself in this warm and sweet atmosphere.
It must be said that Zhang Lexuan's figure was perfect, almost flawless. Every line seemed to be nature's most meticulous sculpting, inspiring admiration.
…
"Checkmate!"
In Castorice's room, Cerydra stared intently at the board. Her slender fingers moved a piece, and with the drop, she cornered Castorice.
"I lost."
Castorice's voice was soft and even; she seemed prepared for the result.
In Haiyuan City, few could beat Cerydra at chess. Even Changli lost more than she won.
"Your heart isn't in the game. You care, don't you? Then why help him?"
Cerydra spoke coolly. With her intelligence, how could she not see that Castorice had been sent to lure her away from Zhang Lexuan?
She could also guess who had arranged it. But she'd noticed that Zhang Lexuan seemed to be looking forward to time alone as well, so she played along and left.
Still, she had keenly sensed that Castorice was fixated on what was happening in Zhang Lexuan's room, which puzzled her.
Castorice pressed her lips together, conflicted. Could she say she was envious? How could she admit that out loud?
"All right, I get it. What is it about that man that charms you all like this?"
Cerydra toyed with a piece in boredom. Most outstanding girls she knew seemed to fall for Lu Jingming.
And these girls were top-tier in ability, character, and looks.
Yet they all favored the same man.
Castorice even willingly helped him get intimate with other girls. That piqued Cerydra's curiosity—and her interest in Lu Jingming.
As for whether she herself would fall—absolutely not.
She was the noble Empress Cerydra. How could she be snared by something as small as love?
Commanding armies, crafting grand designs, manipulating the world like a chessboard—that was far more interesting.
Romance didn't suit someone who held the world in her heart.
"You don't understand."
Castorice murmured, thoughts drifting.
Lu Jingming was the first—and only—one to give her warmth.
The feeling of being held tightly by him had hooked her, like a ship adrift in darkness finally finding a warm harbor.
She couldn't help imagining: if a simple embrace felt so intoxicating, what would something even closer, even hotter be like?
She was filled with longing and anticipation—and with regret for hesitating before and losing her chance, letting Yae Miko swoop in. She was now envious of both Yae Miko and Zhang Lexuan.
"Hesitation leads to defeat. Once you decide, strike decisively. On the battlefield, indecision is taboo."
Seeing Castorice's trouble, Cerydra offered cool advice—her own brand of life coaching.
"Thank you, Cerydra. I understand!"
Castorice recalled how her hesitation had cost her intimacy with Lu Jingming, handing Yae Miko an unexpected advantage.
Resolve hardened in her eyes. She'd made up her mind to find a good opportunity to confess frankly to Lu Jingming and lay everything on the table.
….
The next morning, warm and gentle sunlight, like a layer of golden gauze, shone through the window into the room.
The golden morning light danced merrily on the soft carpet, like countless lively spirits holding a grand dance party, adding a touch of warmth and vitality to the entire room.
On that bed with a distinct personal style, the moon-white silk sheets were like a tranquil lake, emitting a fresh and elegant luster in the sunlight, seeming to carry an innate sense of serenity.
On the sheets, under the smooth velvet silk quilt, a man and woman lay intimately and ambiguously pressed close together.
Their faces were gently enveloped by the soft light, appearing exceptionally peaceful and serene, as if the entire world had frozen in this moment with only their existence remaining.
Under the velvet silk quilt, Zhang Lexuan lay like a lazy cat, lightly pillowing her head on Lu Jingming's arm. Her long, slender white legs were slightly bent, naturally draped over his body, displaying an intimate and natural posture.
When that warm ray of sunlight gently shone on her face, Zhang Lexuan was awakened by the light and slowly opened her eyes.