Fang Lee's breath hitched as his gaze traced over the woman before him, her bare form illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns. She was something to behold—delicate yet alluring, her flushed skin rising and falling with each unsteady breath.
His fingers twitched at his sides, desire coiling deep within him, impossible to resist.
He had held himself back long enough.
Stepping closer, his eyes darkened with hunger, drawn to the way she shivered beneath his stare. The night air was cool, yet the heat between them was undeniable. His fingers brushed against her skin, tracing the gentle curve of her waist before pulling her closer.
"You're breathtaking," he murmured, voice low and reverent.
"So soft… just as I'd expect from a cultivator," Fang Lee said, his voice thick with desire as his fingertips traced the smooth curve of Meng's inner thighs. Her body tensed beneath his touch, heat rising to her cheeks as he gently parted her legs into an inviting "M" shape, leaving nothing to the imagination.
With deliberate slowness, he loosened his waistband, letting his pants slide down to reveal his large member—undeniable evidence of his arousal. Meng's eyes widened, her breath catching as she took in the sight before her. It was her first time seeing one, and her nervous curiosity was evident in the way she swallowed, unable to look away.
Fang Lee smirked at her reaction, enjoying the mix of innocence and anticipation in her gaze. "Like what you see?" he teased, amusement lacing his tone as he leaned in, his warmth surrounding her.
"Mmm~"
A soft moan escaped Meng's parted lips as Fang Lee's length gently began to invade her most intimate place. A shiver ran through her body at the unfamiliar sensation—mild discomfort, but nothing more. A strange warmth spread through her, her thighs instinctively parting wider in response.
Fang Lee drank in the sight before him, his breath hitching as he felt her body yield. His hands roamed her hips, fingers pressing gently into her soft skin as he reveled in the contrast between her trembling anticipation and the way she welcomed him so naturally.
How I've missed this sensation, Fang Lee mused, his breath heavy as he slowly slid into Meng's slick, moist entrance. A drifting memory surfaced—
The scent of grass under a lamppost… the bitter tang of cheap alcohol… the soft laugh of an older woman in a crimson jacket. He remembered her hands clinging to him, the adrenaline of being caught, the reckless heat of their union under flickering lights. Two strangers finding warmth in each other for a few fleeting nights.
His grip on Meng's waist tightened, memory fueling his fire as her heat enveloped him.
He continued pushing forward until he hit a barrier. Pausing, he let her adjust—let her feel his warmth—before thrusting forward with deliberate force.
He tore through her delicate hymen, sending a jolt through Meng. Her back arched as a moan spilled from her lips, her pussy clenching tightly around him, growing wetter in response. The evidence of her arousal and newfound womanhood mixed, trickling down her thighs and staining the silk sheets beneath them.
Fang Lee groaned, his pleasure heightened by her trembling form and eager response. He wanted more—needed more. And from the way her tight heat gripped him, he knew she did too.
"Y-Young Master..." Meng whimpered, her voice barely a breath as Fang Lee pushed deeper, stretching her to her very limits. Her fingers clenched the sheets, her body quivering beneath him.
Fang Lee smirked, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and unsteady breaths. She tightened around him, her warmth consuming, fueling the fire in his veins.
"Shh~ Just relax, Meng," he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You're taking me so well."
"I—I…" Meng tried to speak but instead turned her face away, blushing deeply.
Fang Lee let out a teasing chuckle as he leaned back and gripped her exposed waist, thrusting his cock in and out of her lightly shaven pussy.
"Ahh~" Meng moaned, turning her face away, her body and breasts trembling with each of his thrusts. His grip was firm, possessive, steady.
"Ahh~" Her voice quivered, more moans slipping past her lips. Her flushed face avoided Fang Lee's gaze, her body reacting instinctively to every movement.
"Ahh~ Ahh~"
Her sweet, breathless cries filled the room as Fang Lee quickened his pace, each thrust sending tremors through her delicate frame. Her ample breasts bounced with every motion, rising and falling in rhythm.
The air thickened with heat—a heady blend of tension and raw desire. Every stroke ignited something deeper, sending waves of pleasure through her veins. She arched instinctively, surrendering to the sensation.
"Ahh~"
Fang Lee began slow and deliberate, savoring the moment, but his hunger soon took over. His pace quickened, strokes growing more powerful, more urgent. A deep aura began to seep from his body, crackling like unseen lightning in the air.
"Ahh~" Huff. "Ahh~"
Meng gasped, her chest heaving as his aura pressed down on her. Overwhelming, consuming—it wrapped around her like a storm. Her vision blurred, her thoughts clouded, her trembling form caught between resistance and surrender.
Huff. Huff.
Fang Lee panted, moving with growing urgency, his body perfectly in rhythm with hers. His touch—demanding yet reverent—sent waves of warmth through her.
"Ahh~"
Meng quivered, surrounded by his presence, breathless beneath him. Each touch carved pleasure into her, like he was etching his name into her soul.
"Ahh~?!"
Her breath hitched as he pulled out abruptly, then turned her over. Confusion flashed across her face as he lifted her waist and entered her from behind.
"Ahhh~"
Meng's voice trembled, a plea laced with desire. "Y-Young Master… d-don't stop!" she gasped, her body instinctively responding to his every thrust.
Each movement sent sharp jolts through her, a delicious sting blossoming across her skin. Her supple form shook with each impact, gasps escaping her lips as pleasure swelled inside her.
"I don't plan to—" Fang Lee groaned, his voice rough with desire as he drove forward, every muscle tight with nearing release. A deep sound rumbled from his chest as sensation overtook him, his grip tightening on her waist.
With a final thrust, he shuddered—release crashing over him like a storm. Thick, hot waves spilled deep inside her, his body trembling with the force. He panted, spent but satisfied.
Beneath him, Meng quivered, heat blooming deep within her. Molt en pleasure pooled in her womb, building with each deliberate thrust. Her breath caught, her pulse racing—and when it hit, her body arched in ecstasy, a soft cry escaping as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her.