Holy Spirit Academy, Flame Blaze Gang
The Flame Blaze Gang commanded awe within the Holy Spirit Academy. With its vast membership of prodigious students boasting formidable combat prowess, the gang's reputation was unmatched, its influence sprawling like wildfire. Few dared to cross their path.
Yet now, in a secluded hall, seven high-ranking members gathered, the air thick with tension.
At the head stood Yan Wei Shang, a resolute youth with striking features, his fiery red hair blazing like a beacon. His Peak Spirit Transformation cultivation was honed to perfection. As the gang leader and eldest son of the Yan Clan's Great Elder, Yan Wu Chen, his authority was unquestioned.
Beside him sat Yan Ri, Lan An's bitter rival, consumed by his obsession with Yan Hong Lian. As Yan Wei Shang's younger brother and another son of Yan Wu Chen, his status was lofty, though his temper flared hotter than his flames.
Also present was Yan Yang, son of the Yan Clan's Second Elder. His admiration for Yan Hong Lian simmered quietly, overshadowed by Yan Ri's boldness and superior standing.
These prodigies rarely convened, their time split between perilous adventures and secluded cultivation. Only matters of grave importance warranted such a gathering.
Their faces were grim, shadows of unease clouding their eyes.
Finally, Yan Ri's fury erupted. His fist slammed the table, his roar echoing. "Why? Why is that bastard so strong? Why did the Academy Head take him as a disciple?"
Silence answered. The room's occupants knew Yan Ri's devotion to Yan Hong Lian. Her loyalty to Lan An drove him to madness, fueling his vendetta. Yet news from the Sea Continent, captured in a Recording Jade, revealed Lan An battling Void Refinement cultivators with ease.
That alone was daunting, but a heavier blow followed: Lan An was Wu San Niang's disciple, shielded by her might. She'd repelled two Tribulation Stage elders from the Dan Clan to protect him, her favor absolute.
Yan Ri's hopes shattered, jealousy consuming him. Nightmares plagued him—visions of lacking the right to face Lan An, of Yan Hong Lian's disdainful gaze.
Why her? Why not him? Why wasn't he Wu San Niang's chosen?
If Lan An knew his rival's torment, he'd revel, for it meant his Prestige Points would soar.
Yan Wei Shang, calmer, tapped the table, signaling his brother to compose himself.
Yan Ri slumped, clutching his head, breaths heavy.
"We can't touch Lan An now, but that doesn't mean Hong Lian's lost to you forever," Yan Wei Shang said, patting his brother's shoulder.
"Brother, what do you mean?" Yan Yang's eyes sparked with hope.
"Yan Hong Lian and Yan Diep Ting are Yan Clan blood, undeniable," Yan Wei Shang said with a faint smile.
"Speak plainly, Brother!" Yan Ri urged, breath quickening.
Yan Wei Shang rose, his hand radiating dominion, voice commanding. "The Yan Clan will soon change hands. The new leader will decree Hong Lian's marriage to you. She'll have no choice."
"What? Change hands?" The group surged to their feet, stunned. Among them, a lone woman's eyes flickered with panic.
"Brother, you mean…" Yan Ri swallowed, ecstasy flooding his mind.
"Exactly!" Yan Wei Shang laughed, voice booming. "Father's broken through to Peak Void Refinement, backed by the elders. Forcing Yan Yue Qi from the clan leader's seat will be effortless!"
"Perfect!" Yan Ri trembled with excitement, voice stuttering.
Though Yan Yue Qi was Wu San Niang's disciple, this was clan business. Academy rules barred Wu San Niang's interference. At Late Void Refinement, Yan Yue Qi couldn't withstand Yan Wu Chen and the elders combined.
Yan Ri's gloom vanished, visions of a glorious future igniting. He laughed maniacally. "Kakaka, Yan Hong Lian, you won't escape me!"
The woman, Han Shen, joined the congratulatory chorus, masking her turmoil. A spy planted by Lan An in the Flame Blaze Gang, she churned with thoughts.
"The clan leader's in danger… with the Young Master absent, who do I warn?"
After agonizing, her eyes lit up. "Teacher Qin!"
White Emperor City
In a lavish inn's sprawling suite, Lan An lay shirtless on a plush bed, savoring the delicate hands tending him.
Nangong Yuan, clad in a sheer silk nightgown hinting at her alabaster skin, knelt beside him. Her nimble fingers danced across his body, golden needles expertly piercing his acupoints, easing his tension.
"Mm, Yuan, your skill is divine," Lan An groaned, amazed at her acupuncture prowess.
They'd spent nearly seven days exploring White Emperor City, setting cultivation aside, their bond now inseparable.
To indulge her preference for privacy, Lan An had rented a renowned inn, avoiding the Spirit Realm Pearl.
Nangong Yuan, touched by his devotion, offered her learned acupuncture to pamper him.
Piercing Lan An's fortified flesh, honed by body cultivation, demanded significant spiritual energy. Each needle drained her, leaving her pale as her reserves dwindled.
Acupuncturing him was more exhausting than a battle.
Her delicate form softened with fatigue.
Lan An, eyes closed in bliss, noticed her weakening touch. Turning, he saw her weary yet tender gaze. Heart swelling, he pulled her fragrant body into his arms.
Nangong Yuan gasped softly, melting into his embrace.
"What's your body cultivation level? Your skin's like iron," she asked, nestling against his chiseled frame, feeling its latent power.
"Late Fifth Revolution, but my technique's high-grade, surpassing ordinary body cultivators," Lan An said openly, stroking her silky hair.
Unlike Tian Die Dao's golden locks, Nangong Yuan's jet-black tresses suited her refined, eastern charm.
They held each other in silence, Lan An's arousal evident, pressing against her through the thin silk, quickening her pulse.
A man of boundless vigor, he couldn't resist. Nibbling her delicate ear, he whispered, "You've exhausted yourself. Let me serve you."
Nangong Yuan's cheeks flushed like ripe peaches, breath hitching with anticipation. "Serve how?"
He grinned wickedly. "Restoring your spiritual energy, of course."
Pinning her to the bed, he pressed himself atop her.
Nangong Yuan's petite, balanced figure fit perfectly beneath him. Feeling his dominance, a thrill of expectation stirred her.
Without hesitation, he kissed her forehead, trailing to her elegant nose and cherry lips.
Their lips met, a spark coursing through her, making her tremble.
Her orchid-like breath intoxicated him as he shared his fiery essence.
"Kiss me," she murmured, eyes dreamy.
Smack!
Lan An claimed her lips fiercely, dominating her sweetness.
Inexperienced, she parted her teeth, embracing his invasion, her arms encircling him.
He savored her clove-like tongue, its sweetness surpassing ambrosia.
Nangong Yuan, lost in bliss, thought, "This is a kiss? Heavenly…" She relaxed, her tongue entwining with his.
His tongue explored her mouth, her lips eagerly reciprocating.
Their saliva mingled, her nectar sweeter than divine dew.
His hands, driven by instinct, caressed her firm breasts through the silk, kneading gently, then with increasing fervor.
Her lips occupied, her breasts touched for the first time, Nangong Yuan quivered, the silk gown now a hindrance. Her lower body grew slick, uncomfortably sticky.
"Undress me, husband," she transmitted, surrendering fully.
Lan An gave her tongue a final suck, parting from her swollen lips.
Gazing at her in the gown, he met her loving eyes. Her shy nod urged him on.
Flames ignited, their clothes vanishing, leaving them bare.
Their breaths caught, eyes locked on each other's perfection.
As the Nangong Clan's Saintess, her skin was flawless, her neck slender, collarbones alluring. Her breasts, pert and pink-tipped, invited desire. Her flat abdomen, adorned with a delicate navel, was a masterpiece. Below, a patch of silken black hair veiled her sacred place, her flawless legs trembling with nervous anticipation.
"Wife, you're breathtaking. I'm blessed," Lan An said, cupping her breast, teasing its peak to hardness.
Nangong Yuan's eyes widened at his proud, veined member, its robust form oddly endearing. His touch sent waves through her, her secret place flowing.
"Come love me," she urged, voice sultry.
No man could resist. Lan An's mouth claimed her breast, sucking greedily.
"Mmm…" she moaned, his tongue teasing her nipple to ecstasy.
His other hand molded her breast, alternating between them, leaving wet trails and playful bite marks.
His fingers traced her smooth abdomen, raising goosebumps, then ventured lower.
"It's dirty there," she gasped as he parted her thighs, exploring her intimacy.
He licked her hardened nipple, grinning. "Fool, every part of you is treasure. I'd kiss it."
"No, you can't!" she squeaked, clamping her legs, her slickness betraying her embarrassment.
Chuckling at her reaction, he pointed to his member. "Do you find this dirty?"
She studied its rugged form, finding it… charming. Shaking her head, she admitted it wasn't.
"I want you to kiss it, cherish it," he said, smiling.
Blushing fiercely, she felt no aversion, only curiosity.
He guided her hand to his shaft, teaching her its feel.
Its heat and hardness captivated her. She stroked gently, drawn to its allure.
Kneeling, she kissed its tip, her lips trembling.
For Lan An, she'd fulfill any desire, the ideal wife.
A primal scent stirred her, her lower body clenching, fluids flowing.
"Suck it, love it with your tongue," he encouraged.
Obediently, she enveloped him, her lips stretching around his girth.
"Hiss…" Lan An inhaled sharply, her clumsy yet earnest licks a unique delight.
Her mouth struggled with his size, yet her sultry eyes on him drove him wild.
After savoring her ministrations, nearing climax, he withdrew, kissing her fiercely. "Mine's not dirty, nor is yours."
She nodded shyly, eyes half-closed, knowing what came next.
Grinning, he parted her thighs, teasing her silken patch.
"Gorgeous," he breathed, beholding her pink, glistening folds, their fragrance intoxicating.
Her petals, tight and dewy, framed a delicate bud, a masterpiece of creation.
Her quivering intensified under his gaze, her core tightening.
Smack!
His tongue invaded, igniting her senses.
"Aah, I'm done for!" she cried, pleasure overwhelming her, a sensation beyond imagination.
His lips kissed her vertical lips, drinking her essence, his tongue exploring every fold.
Tears welled in her eyes, her lips bitten to stifle lewd moans, but they escaped, echoing sweetly.
"Mmm… unbearable… itchy…" she gasped, yearning for fulfillment.
Her pleas turned to begging, a void aching to be filled.
He nibbled her bud playfully, positioning himself at her sacred entrance.
"Enter me, love me like the others," she panted, his tip teasing her.
"I love you, treasure!" he roared, thrusting deeply.
Pop!
He pierced her barrier, claiming her fully.
"Aaah, I love you! I'm yours!" she sobbed, joy or pain unclear, as their bodies merged.
Her tight passage gripped him, pulsing with need.
He suckled her breast, easing her pain, his touch tender.
As her discomfort faded, desire surged. Clutching his hair, she whispered, "I'm ready. Move."
He complied, his rhythm gentle, praising her tightness. "So perfect, I love it."
Her body soared, each thrust electrifying. "So this is it? No wonder the sisters crave you," she moaned, recalling their tales.
"I'll cherish you too," he grinned, pinching her nipple.
"Harder, deeper, don't hold back!" she urged, sensing his care, her heart melting.
He obliged, lifting her legs over his shoulders, thrusting fiercely.
Slap, slap, slap!
Flesh met flesh, wet sounds mingling with their fervor, the room a symphony of passion.
Nangong Yuan closed her eyes, lips parted, moaning freely. "Aah, so good… deeper! I'm flying…"
Each thrust reached her core, their friction igniting their nerves.
Her swaying hips met his, her breasts bouncing, fueling his fervor.
"Aah, you're amazing, husband… Tiểu Nam, I love you… I'm dying of bliss…" Her moans mixed with confessions, her voice a melody of surrender.
Pride swelled in Lan An, conquering such a beauty body and soul.
Her cries spurred him, a potent aphrodisiac.
Withdrawing, he flipped her, raising her hips, her reddened slit inviting.
Slap, slap, slap!
He plunged in, relentless, her full hips trembling under his assault.
She gasped, pleasure robbing her of strength, the deeper penetration overwhelming.
"Aah… I can't… it's too much…" she whimpered, her core tightening, nearing climax.
He felt her grip, her walls seeking to claim him.
Panting, he surged forward.
Slap, slap, slap!
Hundreds of thrusts culminated in her scream. "I'm coming… fill me, I want your child!"
He roared, burying himself fully, releasing his essence deep within.
"Mmm, so warm, so hot… I feel your life in me," she murmured, collapsing, hair drenched, eyes half-closed.
Her chest heaved, basking in the afterglow.
Lan An lay beside her, cradling her, wiping her sweat, letting her savor the climax.
Her radiant face buried in his chest like a kitten, she smiled, whispering in a daze, "I love you more than life… don't betray me…"