Xiu Mei's eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first as she struggled to catch her breath. The aftermath of their passionate encounter still lingered, leaving a warm glow in its wake. She could feel the slight ache between her thighs, a delicious reminder of just how thoroughly Shi Yang had claimed her.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as he pressed closer, his body molding against hers like they were made for each other. His warmth seeped into her skin, chasing away the lingering chill from their earlier battle with the ghostly cultivator, and city enforcement.
"Uncle Shi," she murmured, nuzzling into his chest. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his back as she savored the moment of intimacy shared between them.
In this quiet, Xiu Mei felt a sense of contentment wash over her – not just from the physical pleasure they'd just experienced but also from knowing that this man was by her side once more after all these years apart.
"You know," she said quietly after a moment, "I never thought I'd find you again after you left me behind." A faint smile played on her lips as she gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes. "But here we are... and I couldn't be more grateful."
Her words hung in the air like a promise – one that spoke volumes about the depth of emotions simmering beneath Xiu Mei's stoic exterior. In that instant, it was clear that whatever challenges lay ahead for them both would only serve to strengthen their bond further.
"so aren't you mad I tried to fish information out of you the first time we met after three centuries?" he asked dispite having reconciled after he told her the truth about her delusions of him being a all knowing mentor figure.
And them agreeing to start over, for her to see this "true" him, who wouldn't trick her anymore.
She exhales sharply through her nose, a wry smile tugging at swollen lips. "Mad? Maybe a little."
Her fingers trail down his chest absently as she speaks, voice quieter now: "But I understand why you did it. Three centuries is... long enough to make anyone paranoid."
Pressing closer, she adds with sudden intensity: "Just don't lie to me again. Not even by omission."
A beat passes before her expression softens slightly. "...Though I suppose keeping some secrets is part of a cultivatiors strength? After all if you were blunt to begin with and told me you didn't remember me straight out, I wouldn't have known what I would have done with you"
She said calmly, but somehow it came out as a threat.
The carriage jostles over uneven road, making her grip his shoulder for balance. "You were right about one thing though - this version of you is more interesting than the infallible mentor act."
Her nails dig in lightly as she smirks up at him. "Much more hands-on with your teaching methods now."
Shi Yang's eyes glinted with amusement at her words, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her against any further jolts from their ride.
"Ah yes," he agreed with a smirk mirroring hers. "This version is much more... hands-on." The emphasis on 'hands' carried an innuendo that made Xiu Mei's cheeks flush.
He chuckled, nuzzling on her shoulder. His golden rod straightened, ready to attempt to pierce the heavens once more, "since it's been awhile since I appreised you defensive stance~"
"why don't I help you break it in, " His hips rolled out, then shoved into her filled entrance. "but don't expect me to be to gently with you this time"
Xiu Mei gasped as Shi Yang's hips drove into her, the sudden intrusion making her nails dig into his shoulders reflexively. She could feel every ridge of his girthy length stretching her open, a delicious burn that had her twitching in pleasure.
"Ohhh... uncle Shi," she whimpered, voice trembling with need. Her body clenched around him instinctively, as if trying to milk every inch inside her.
The carriage rocked violently from the force of their coupling, but neither of them seemed to care - lost in the throes of passion. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through Xiu Mei's senses, making her head spin and vision blur.
She clung tighter to Shi Yang as he pistoned into her relentlessly, each stroke driving deeper until he was buried to the hilt inside her quivering heat. "Yes... harder!" she begged breathlessly. "Make me yours again!"
Her plea was punctuated by another brutal slam of his hips against hers - the force so intense it made the carriage creak ominously beneath them. The sound mingled with Xiu Mei's wanton moans, creating a lewd symphony that echoed through the enclosed space.
With every thrust, she felt herself being reshaped by his thick cock - molded and filled until all she knew was the sensation of him claiming her again and again. Xiu Mei's world narrowed to just this - Shi Yang, his cock, their desperate coupling.
As he pounded into her mercilessly, she could feel her orgasm building at an alarming rate. The pressure coiled tighter and tighter in her core until it snapped - sending her hurtling into a shattering climax.
Her inner muscles spasmed wildly around Shi Yang's plunging length, milking him for all he was worth as she rode out the aftershocks of her release. He continued to thrust into her even as she came down from her high, driving her towards another peak with unrelenting ferocity.
Xiu Mei's vision went white at the edges as Shi Yang's movements became erratic - a telltale sign that he was close to finishing. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, the pulse of his approaching climax sending jolts of pleasure through every nerve ending.
With a guttural roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of their carriage, Shi Yang buried himself to the hilt and exploded within her. His hot seed flooded Xiu Mei's depths in powerful spurts - each one sending her right off the edge.
The carriage jolted to a halt.
The sudden stop nearly threw Shi Yang forward into Xiu Mei, their bodies still tangled in sweat and heat. The rhythmic creaking of the carriage wood fell silent, replaced only by their ragged breathing.
And then—
BANG!
The carriage door swung wide, kicked open with enough force to rattle the frame. Cold air rushed in, scattering the stifling warmth inside.
Han Jie stood there, her face an open storm. Her eyes swept the scene once—Shi Yang pinning Xiu Mei to the carriage wall, their robes half discarded, their sweat-drenched bodies pressed close.
Her jaw clenched. "So this," she bit out, voice like frost, "is what you two were doing while I was out there holding the reins."
Shi Yang froze. Xiu Mei stiffened in his arms, her legs still locked tight around his hips.
For a heartbeat, no one spoke. Only the lingering scent of sex and the oppressive silence filled the air.
Then Han Jie's boot slammed against the carriage step as she leaned in, fury blazing in her eyes. "Do you take me for a fool? I've been on my shift, guarding, driving, keeping us alive—and meanwhile you—" Her voice cracked with a mix of rage and something sharper, harder to name. "You couldn't wait, could you?"
Xiu Mei's lips trembled, but she only clung tighter to Shi Yang, defiant in her silence.
Shi Yang's brows twitched as he met Han Jie's glare. His voice came low, almost steady despite the mess.
"Han Jie—"
"Save it," she snapped, her hand already rising as if to strike either of them.
The talismans Xiu Mei had left on the door flickered faintly, sparks hissing before fading out. Whatever fragile privacy they had secured—it was gone.
"Save it," she hissed again. "Get off each other. I don't want to see this unsightly scene." She turned sharply, her voice biting. "Xiu Mei, it's your turn to man the reins. Get dressed and find us a place to stay the night."
Her eyes lingered on Shi Yang, his body shielding Xiu Mei's from view. But in this realm of men, the thought that had been gnawing at her deepened. The words that male vixen had once told the Willowshade enforcers resurfaced in her mind.
So it was true. He is my partner's other lover.
Her brows furrowed, disgust twisting her expression.
The same thought coursed through Xiu Mei. You can dress up all you want, but you'll never be the real thing. A smile tugged at her lips as she felt Shi Yang slowly withdraw from her body.
You can call yourself his Daoist partner all you like, but I'm the only one who can give Uncle Shi a family. Sooner or later, you'll burn in jealousy and I'll be rid of you, you male vixen.
Thunder clashed silently between the two women—one the protagonist of this story, the other Heaven's chosen.
Shi Yang, faintly sensing the brewing storm of misunderstandings, laughed inwardly. He even fanned the flames, helping Xiu Mei cover herself as though nothing were wrong.
This really feels like I've walked into one of those third-rate novels I used to read, he thought.
Looking at both women, his lips curved faintly. Twisted as it was, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.
"I didn't get to say this when I woke up…" His voice softened, words sincere. "But thank you—for everything. Both of you. You have no idea how happy I am to have you by my side. Without either of you, I truly wouldn't have known what to do in this world."
Han Jie hummed under her breath, turning away toward the door. Xiu Mei's heart, however, raced wildly.
She glanced at the doorway, her fingers itching. Maybe I could seal it again… buy us a little more time to do it once more.