Inside Li Feng's room, the air felt heavier than before, thick with silence and breath.
Yue Lan sat quietly under the warm lantern light. Her silver robe shimmered faintly as she looked at Li Feng, eyes calm, distant. The same beautiful eyes that had stunned him years ago when he first saw her in the sect square for the first time.
Yue Lan said nothing at first after hearing Li Feng reason.
Her golden eyes dropped to the table again, as if weighing pro and con with the propose deal Li Feng made.
"I never thought I'd agree to something like this," she finally said.
Her voice wasn't shaking or nervous. It was calm, cold, even, like someone just stating the result of a calculation.
"But this isn't a losing deal and this body is just a mortal shell," she said, voice cold but not harsh. "I wouldn't agree to something like this normally, but the spirit stones matter is more urgent right now."
She paused and added.
"To you, this might mean something," she added. "But to me, it's a fair exchange. This body is just a vessel and the Dao is the only path worth chasing."
Hearing her answer, Li Feng nodded, forcing himself to keep his face straight. "I understand."
But inside?
He was jumping in joy.
Soon Yue Lan stood up and walked toward the bed, every step slow and soundless. Her robe clung to her figure like morning mist over mountain curves, gliding over her waist, hugging the soft swell of her peach, and swaying slightly with each graceful step.
When she reached the bed, she sat down facing him with composure, her back straight. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulder, resting across the swelling of her chest.
Seeing this, Li Feng moved like a starving man chasing the last dream in his life. He sat beside her, his heart hammering in his chest. Meanwhile, Yue Lan didn't look at him, didn't speak, just waited quietly for Li Feng to move.
Li Feng reached out his hand while trembling a bit.
At first, he only touched her through the robe. His palm landed gently atop the silk robe that covered her proud, soft jade breast, and even with the cloth between them, the warmth and softness made his fingers tremble.
The shape, the weight, the softness ....it was better than any fantasy he had ever imagined himself with.
He caressed them slowly, reverently. His fingers moved in circles, then kneaded gently, then firmly, shaping them like clay, flattening them and watching how they rose again under pressure. He couldn't stop.
The feel of her soft jade in his palm was extremely addictive.
And still, Yue Lan did nothing or say anything as she let Li Feng play with her body. Her face stayed expressionless, eyes half-lidded, lips still, even her breathing never changed. It was as if his groping hands meant nothing, as if her body wasn't even hers.
Li Feng leaned in closer, his nose brushing her neck. He inhaled her scent deeply, almost rudely like a pervert.
"That cold blossom scent again," Li Feng's eyes glinted with desire as he turned downward and saw her cleavage containing those bare, soft jade breast that he had always dreamed of.
He drank in the sight and scent like a pervert. "Senior Sister Yue…" he muttered, his voice thick with desire as he look at Yue Lan face. "You're so beautiful…"
"..." Yue Lan didn't reply.
Li Feng chuckled at her unresponsiveness, but it didn't stop his hands, which had already moved lower, past her waist, to the round shape of her peachy rear. He squeezed them gently, then harder, his fingers sinking into the soft, flawless flesh through the robe.
Still nothing from Yue Lan as she felt a man hand on her peach for the first time.
She simply let him do as he pleased as per their deal.
Then Li Feng reached for the sash at her waist and pulled slowly.
The knot started to slip loose, and with a tug of his hand, the robe opened with a gentle shift, sliding down her shoulders and slipping from her chest, baring her bare soft jade breast completely to his greedy eyes.
Li Feng froze at this beautiful sight.
Then he exhaled, long and shaking, as he observed Yue Lan's naked upper form, as if he were appraising a priceless treasure.
Her skin was smooth as polished moonstone. Pale and perfect. Her soft jade breast was full, perfectly shaped, soft but firm, like they had been crafted by heaven sculptor.
Her waist narrowed into a graceful curve, her peach-shaped hips rounding out softly, and between her thighs, her untouched flower cave rested in quiet stillness, never been explored by anyone.
Li Feng stared for a long moment, then reached out and cupped her soft jade again, this time with nothing between them. He squeezed harder, kneading them with hands that trembled from desire. He shaped them, lifted them, and watched them bounce gently with each motion of his wrist, like he was playing with his own personal toy.
Li Feng little brother or dragon... was already throbbing wildly and stood upright now beneath his robe.
Then he asked, his voice thick with barely restrained desire,
"Senior Sister Yue… please lie down and spread your legs…"
Upon hearing his words, Yue Lan, who was already half-naked, followed his instructions and lay down on the bed without word and slowly spread her jade-like leg apart, revealing her most precious part for Li Feng to see while her silky hair spread out like art under her back as she quietly waited for Li Feng's next move.
Li Feng's grin widened even more at the sight, then he stood and undid his sash. Soon, his dragon sprang free , tall, firm, radiating heat and desire.
Wearing a perverted grin, he moved slowly, hungrily, positioning himself over her as she lay back against the bed.
Yue Lan's golden eyes were clear of desire as she stared past him into empty space, into nothing.
Even as he hovered above her, breathing like a beast, and his hands already cup her full soft jade breast, she still showed no emotion.
To her, this was nothing more than another meditation session.
To him?
It was everything.
Soon Li Feng pressed his dragon slowly against her cave, breath shaking, grin never left on his lips.
"Uhh..Senior Sister Yue...I'm going in"
His dragon then pushed forward and slid inside and then felt it...
Warm, Wet and Heavenly.
Li Feng stayed still for a moment, trying to savor the wet, tight sensation wrapping around his dragon, while his hand continued molding her soft jade breasts.
Soon, his hips began to move, clumsy at first, then faster, like a monkey finally let out of its cage. His breath grew wild and guttural, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Hu..Hu..Hu" Li Feng hands continue to groped, grabbed, and reshaped her soft jade with every movement, as if afraid she might vanish.
Yue Lan lay beneath him, silent, letting her body move along with the force. Her eyes half-closed, watching the man with the detached look of one beyond mortal desire.
But Li Feng was drowning in pleasure.
His breath came faster, harsher. His hips rocked desperately, each movement sending ripples through Yue Lan's soft curves, her jade breast bouncing and trap under his greedy hands like twin moons rising and falling in a quiet night sky.
smack....smack...smack..
Li Feng fingers never left her soft breast as he continue to kneaded those soft jade relentlessly, shaping, pressing, squeezing them as if they were the only reality left to grasp. The warmth of her skin, the softness beneath his palms, the delicate weight, everything was so intoxicating. Every bounce, every subtle shift sent sparks racing through his veins.
His dragon throbbed and pulsed, wild and insistent, sliding deeper into her water cave, exploring the hidden warmth with a hunger he had held back for decades.
Li Feng's mind blurred. The world narrowed to the slick sound of movement, the scent of her skin, the feel of her body beneath him, and the rising heat inside himself, a fire no meditation or cultivation could quell.
He lost control.
His hips slammed harder, faster, reckless as a monkey thrown into a tempest.
His hands never left her jade. They kneaded, molded, squeezed, as if desperate to memorize the shape, to make the moment last forever.
Yue Lan lay beneath him, still calm, golden eyes half-closed, occasionally looking toward the moon outside the window gap , her breath calm barely faster than when she meditate. There was no passion. No shame. Just quiet endurance.
To her, this wasn't carnal pleasure but it was just a passing time. A moment of transaction that's all.
But to Li Feng…
It was ecstasy.
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Deep into the night
From a quiet, distant perspective, the scene unfolded like a painting of contrasts within this inconspicuous and run down hut.
"Hu... hu..."
Li Feng's rough, groan like breaths filled the room.
His middle-aged, weathered face was flushed and slick with sweat, as strands of thinning hair clinging to his forehead.
Years of his struggle and stagnation showed in every line on his face, yet tonight, desperation and desire drove him beyond all restraint.
Beneath him lay Yue Lan, serene and unmoving like a statue carved from jade and moonlight.
Her flawless skin glowed softly in the lantern light, black hair spread around her like a silken river.
Her golden eyes were half-lidded, distant yet calm, as if this moment was nothing more than a passing shadow on her path toward the Dao.
One of her slender legs currently rested on Li Feng's shoulder, while his rough hand gripped her smooth soft thigh firmly.
The rest of her body moved with the rhythm of his hips, causing her soft jade breasts to bounce wildly.
creak...creak...creak..
The bed continue to creaked softly with each thrusts from Li Feng, like a tender chorus to the fevered rhythm of their union.
But...beneath the surface of sweat and breath, beneath the weight of the moment, something had quietly awakened, unseen and unheard by Li Feng, who lost in the overwhelming fire of flesh and pleasure.
Almost imperceptibly, deep within his mind,
Like a spark caught in dry grass, it burst silently into flame.
[System Awakening... 100%]
A cold, mechanical voice whispered inside his mind.
But right now Li Feng was lost.
He didn't notice.
Not yet.