"Why don't we stop this foreplay," he asked, pulling out of her, "and truly start dual cultivation~"
Han Jie blinked slowly, the haze of lust still fogging her senses. She watched with keen interest as Shi Yang stood and began to undress properly.
"Alright then," she purred after a moment of contemplation—her gaze roving over every inch he revealed until he was completely nude once more.
She slowly undid her sash, pulling off her robes. Her eyes turned to the side, making sure Xiu Mei wasn't peeking since the sheets had fallen off when he stood up.
Han Jie's gaze lingered on Shi Yang's nude form before she turned her attention to the bed. With deliberate slowness, she slid off the edge, letting the sheets pool around her ankles.
Her eyes never left his as she rose to her feet, arms extended overhead. The lamplight danced across her skin like fireflies, casting shadows that accentuated every curve.
With a fluid grace that belied her earlier clumsiness under Shi Yang's ministrations—a testament to how far she'd come—Han Jie began to undress herself. She shed each article of clothing with deliberate care until she stood before him completely bare.
The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation as she faced Shi Yang, her chest heaving with each breath. Her gaze was unwavering—bold and unapologetic as it roamed over his body once more.
"So," Han Jie purred low in her throat. "Shall we begin our dual cultivation in earnest?"
Shi Yang moved closer and locked with her cherry lips. His fingers slid along her arms as she pressed against him, her own fingertips gently moving across his chest.
His warmth pulsed with desire as he felt the burning heat of her stomach. His hands lowered farther, along her waist and onto her thighs. "I hope you can take it standing up~" he cooed, lowering slightly and grasping his roaring dragon.
His tip rubbed against her garden, then he moved upward—his shaft piercing her dripping insides as he pushed deep.
Han Jie's back arched, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as Shi Yang filled her in one powerful thrust. The sensation of being stretched and claimed so thoroughly sent shockwaves through her body.
For a moment, she simply clung to him—her nails digging into his shoulders as she struggled to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. Then, slowly, deliberately, she began to move.
Her hips undulated in a sinuous rhythm that matched Shi Yang's pace. Each roll of her waist and thrust of her pelvis sent him deeper still—until he was buried to the hilt within her slick heat.
The pressure was intense—almost unbearable at times—but Han Jie reveled in it. She craved this kind of all-consuming pleasure, wanted to be lost in the sensations he evoked within her.
As she rode him with increasing fervor, Han Jie's breath came in ragged gasps. Her skin was slick with sweat, every muscle taut with effort and desire.
"Shi Yang," she moaned his name like a prayer—a plea for more, for everything he could give her. Her body was a live wire beneath him—a tempest of sensation that threatened to consume them both.
He kissed her, his nails digging into her soft legs as he lifted her. His thrusts grew more powerful as her legs wrapped around him.
"Han Jie!" Shi Yang's voice was a low growl against her lips—raw with passion and need.
He kissed deeper this time—the heat of his mouth searing against hers as he devoured every gasp and moan that escaped them both.
Han Jie clung to him desperately—a living vine wrapped around his body—as he pounded into her again and again. Each thrust sent shockwaves rippling through their joined flesh—building pressure in places that made stars burst behind Han Jie's eyelids.
She could feel Shi Yang's control slipping—his movements becoming more powerful as he chased his own release. The knowledge only spurred Han Jie on—her hips bucking wildly against his in a desperate bid for completion.
"Shi Yang!" she cried out once more—the sound torn from deep within her throat like a scream unleashed from hell itself.
In that moment, Han Jie felt it—all-consuming pleasure bursting behind closed eyelids like fireworks exploding across velvet blackness—and then darkness claimed everything else.
As they collapsed together onto the soft sheets afterward—sweat-drenched bodies entwined in sated afterglow—Shi Yang couldn't help but admire how perfectly Han Jie fit against him now; no longer stiff or awkward but pliant and yielding instead.
"You were amazing," he murmured softly into the crook of her neck, still flushed from their exertions.
"Really?" She looked up at him sleepily, blinking away the lingering haze of lust, a small, pleased smile playing on her lips.
"Really," Shi Yang confirmed with a gentle nod. His fingers traced idle patterns over Han Jie's hip—marveling at how smoothly she fit against him now compared to before.
Han Jie's smile widened. "Mmm… then perhaps you should prove it again," she teased, her hand sliding down his chest with renewed intent.
Shi Yang chuckled low in his throat, his body already stirring back to life under her touch. "Insatiable, aren't you?"
She leaned up to nip at his lip, whispering hotly against his mouth, "Only when it comes to you."
Their lips crashed together once more, the hunger in that kiss reigniting the fire between them. Their bodies tangled again in a familiar rhythm, each movement sharper, more demanding than the last. Han Jie's nails raked along his back as Shi Yang drove her to gasps once more, the room filled again with the soft symphony of passion.
But Shi Yang was not content to leave things one-sided. After Han Jie finally collapsed against the sheets in a daze, he rose without pause and slipped through the partition.
Xiu Mei had been waiting. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes glittering with jealousy and longing. "Finally," she breathed, drawing back her sheets to reveal herself. "I thought you'd forgotten about me."
"As if I could," Shi Yang replied smoothly, sliding into her space with predatory grace. His lips claimed hers, his hands roaming over the delicate lines of her body.
What followed was a slow storm, Shi Yang dividing his attention with deliberate care. He moved between Han Jie and Xiu Mei as though conducting a dual cultivation session of his own making—balancing their rivalry, giving each the same intensity, the same dominance, until neither could claim favoritism.
Hours slipped away unnoticed, bodies entwined, pleasure traded like vows beneath the flickering lamplight.
At last, when the fire burned down to embers, Shi Yang sat up with a faint smirk, sweat glistening across his chest. "Enough for now," he said calmly, reaching for his robes.
Han Jie groaned faintly, sprawled on her side in exhaustion. Xiu Mei, hair tangled and lips swollen, pouted but obeyed, pulling herself upright.
With a casual few touches and Dao manipulation, Shi Yang adjusted them both one by one. The curves and fullness he had lavished on them earlier softened, reduced just enough to avoid notice beyond the walls of the clinic. "Can't have you drawing every eye when we step outside," he remarked with a sly grin.
Han Jie stretched, inspecting herself in mild annoyance. "Tch… always so possessive."
Xiu Mei smoothed her robes back over her frame, but the faint smile on her lips betrayed her satisfaction. She glanced at Shi Yang's shadow on the other side of the partition, working on Han Jie whilst she got dressed.
Together, the three of them dressed, the air thick with the afterglow of their indulgence. Sliding the front doors of the clinic open, they stepped out into the daylight—Shi Yang leading the way, his women flanking him.
"Come," he said, adjusting his sleeves as if nothing had happened. "It's time for lunch."
And just like that, the world beyond their chamber resumed, as though the storm inside had been nothing more than a hidden current beneath still waters.