Chapter 7
The night was deep and dark. Silence reigned outside the bedchamber, broken only by a gentle breeze that carried a bone-chilling chill.
"Ah… ah!… Mmm!… ah…!"
Mo Xingyun, despite having mentally prepared himself, stood frozen like a wooden chicken at the doorway to his mother's bedchamber. Blood rushed to his head, his eyes wide and unblinking, fixed on the sensual scene unfolding within.
Inside the golden-pink inner chamber of the bedchamber, the light from the flickering candles was dim. Men's and women's clothes, shoes, and socks were scattered haphazardly across the carpet. A pair of silver-white, intricately carved high heels lay discarded on the floor by the bed. In the center of the room, on the large bed, pink curtains hung low. Through the semi-transparent, embroidered brocade veil, indistinct figures could be seen, from which came the blood-boiling, sweet, and seductive moans of a woman, mixed with the low, grunts of satisfaction from a man. Interspersed with these sounds was the sharp, rhythmic "papapa" of flesh slapping against flesh, echoing lewdly throughout the room, creating an atmosphere of obscene ambiguity.
On the luxurious, exquisitely crafted bed, the pink, romantic curtains were drawn, revealing the blurred, intertwined figures within. Inside the semi-transparent veil, a man and a woman were hotly entwined in a passionate sexual union, climbing together toward the peak of lust, savoring the pleasure of their lovemaking.
The man appeared robust and masculine, his flowing long hair spilling over his shoulders, swaying in rhythm with the movements of his body. His strong, solid frame pressed down upon the stunningly beautiful, mature woman beneath him. Through the curtain, her figure was indistinct, but one could still make out her curvaceous and exquisite form, her full breasts and plump buttocks. The curve from her fragrant back to her beautiful rear was like the rolling hills, fiery and sexy to the extreme. Her body, laid bare on the bed, presented a stunningly alluring sight.
Her slender soft arms, coiled around the back of his neck like a supple snake. Her delicate jade-like fingers dug deep into the muscles of his solid back, her nails leaving shallow red trails on his sweat-slicked skin. Her tender waist was as soft as a willow branch, arching up involuntarily to meet his every fierce thrust. Her full, round, peach-like buttocks were pinned firmly to the bed by his hips. With each violent impact, the two plump, white cheeks of her ass overflowed to the sides, the deep crack between them revealing a hint of the pink, tender flesh within, soaked with her juices. Her long, full, shapely legs, sheathed in flesh-colored stockings, wrapped around his solid waist like an octopus, her ankles tracing seductive arcs in the air. The delicate lace trim on the stockings trembled slightly with the motion, enchantingly provocative. Her snow-white, full breasts stood tall like peaks, bouncing violently on her chest, creating dazzling waves of flesh. Her delicate, erect nipples, like two ripe cherries, peeked in and out of view from behind the thin gauze, mouth-wateringly enticing. Her areolas were a light pink, emitting a scent of mature arousal.
Their lower bodies were joined in a tight, seamless fit, engaged in a fiery sexual union. The man's shaft, veins bulging, was hard as iron, pistoning rapidly in and out of the woman's plump, juicy, tender petals. He impatiently plundered the famed entrance of the beautiful woman beneath him. Every powerful thrust was heavy and forceful. The woman was shaken so much that her charming, wanton flesh quivered, her plump, tender buttocks bouncing ceaselessly, creating waves of obscene ripples. She swayed her hips and waist to match his rhythm, her throat occasionally emitting soft, coquettish cries of "Mmm… ah…"
Through a gap in the curtains, one could glimpse their joined sexes. The man's thick shaft was pumping frantically in and out of her wet, tight cleft. With every insertion, her slick, wet petals were pushed apart, the tip striking directly at her flower's core, causing her innermost passage to spasm, her honeyed juices spraying out. With every withdrawal, it brought forth glistening streams of her fluids, pulling long, sticky, silver threads that trickled down the roots of her snow-white thighs, soaking the dark, dense thicket of her pubic hair into a muddy mess. The wet, matted hair clung to her full mound. Her thick, plump labia, already red and swollen from the vigorous fucking, glistened with moisture. As the shaft moved in and out, they were pulled apart, revealing the tender, dripping flesh within. The inner folds of her walls clenched tightly around the invading giant, the entrance constantly twitching and sucking, emitting a lewd, squelching "zizi" sound.
The couple in the act of lovemaking were, naturally, the Divine Emperor, Wei Wuyong, and the Empress, Ning Xuefei. At this moment, Mo Xingyun was burning with a rage that felt like a scorching flame consuming his heart. He wished he could rush in and slay Wei Wuyong with his own hands, but his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to move. Beyond the hatred, a forbidden thrill quietly began to sprout. The lascivious figure seared through the thin veil into his eyes, and he felt a strange, inexplicable heat, his heartbeat falling into disarray. He gritted his teeth, cursing this twisted thought, but he couldn't deny that the familiar silhouette intertwined with this unfamiliar, seductive demeanor was shaking his very soul.
"Ah!… Mmm!… Mmm!… Xuefei… I love you so much… you're so good… ah! Love you… love you… I'm yours… I'm so happy you let me come tonight…"
Wei Wuyong said with deep feeling. As he whispered sweet nothings to Ning Xuefei, he pistoned his hips frantically, lifting her full, snow-white, long, beautiful legs higher, wrapping them around his waist and back. It seemed he hadn't experienced such unrestrained pleasure in a long time because his movements were wild and fierce. Every thrust felt as if he were trying to merge his entire being into the perfect body beneath him. His impacts made her delicate body tremble uncontrollably, her wanton flesh quaking. His large hands wantonly kneaded her smooth, plump buttocks, his fingertips sinking deep into the tender, fleshy mounds. Her full, peach-like ass cheeks were sent bouncing in dazzling waves with each collision, the sharp "papapa" of flesh meeting flesh unceasing.
"How long has it been… since we were like this… so happy… hmm? Almost a year… or longer?"
But Ning Xuefei did not respond. She merely kept her beautiful, autumn-water eyes tightly shut, panting with low, coquettish breaths, allowing him to manipulate her incomparably seductive body. Her full, ample breasts swayed violently on her chest, creating wave after wave of alluring ripples. Soft, enchanting moans continuously escaped her lips, as if what she was enduring was not ultimate pleasure, but merely a job that had to be completed.
Mo Xingyun's mind had gone completely blank. His whole body was tense, unable to move. He watched as Wei Wuyong, the man he hated with a burning passion, was engaged in unrestrained sexual intimacy with his own beloved mother on the bed. Though the thin gauze curtain obscured his view, preventing him from seeing clearly, he felt a suffocating tightness in his chest. Yet, for a moment, he couldn't feel the hatred or the pain. He could only feel difficulty breathing, unable to think of anything, his mind having gone completely empty.
He actually felt a strange thirst, and a foreign, surging heat stirred in his lower abdomen. His heartbeat was completely erratic, and to his shame, he felt his own cock begin to stir and rise. He gritted his teeth tightly, cursing this twisted, perverse thought in his heart, but he couldn't deny it: his mother's familiar silhouette, intertwined with this unfamiliar seductiveness, was shaking his soul with an impact he had never felt before.
"An interesting feeling, isn't it…" The clear, cold voice of Long Yue sounded once again in Mo Xingyun's mind.
Her voice was like an icy spring, instantly poured over his scorching, chaotic sea of consciousness, making him shudder violently.
Long Yue continued, "Seeing your beloved… long-lost mother, making love with your father's killer… what a complex mix of emotions…"
"Furthermore…" A hint of playful amusement seemed to enter Long Yue's voice. "Does this also awaken a sense of… maternal love? Romantic love? Or perhaps a male's possessive desire for a female?"
Mo Xingyun's heart was in utter turmoil, his mind a tangled mess. He felt like he was going insane. He roared at Long Yue in his mind, "I don't know… I don't find it interesting! I… I want to kill them…!"
Long Yue's voice became somewhat distant. "Human emotions are truly the most wondrous and also the most powerful source of strength in this world. Anger, sorrow, joy, desire… they can either drag a person into an abyss of no return, or allow them to unleash a power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. What you are experiencing now is the key to activating your true power."
"It is hatred, jealousy, pain, the darkness and possessive desire from the deepest depths of your bloodline… these complex and powerful emotions are also the food for the vast potential within you. However… the time is not yet ripe. Besides, the Azure Flower Power within you is still present. Thhese things cannot influence you yet."
Mo Xingyun still didn't understand. He found Long Yue's words to be abstruse and mystical, but the heart-wrenching pain was all too real.
Sensing his confusion, Long Yue continued in a low voice, "Enough. Now is not the time for you to comprehend these things. Put away that pathetic, ill-timed desire of yours, and temporarily suppress your hatred. You didn't come here to watch a live pornographic show."
Mo Xingyun was jolted awake. The redness and confusion in his eyes instantly receded, replaced by a sliver of clarity.
He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the churning, complex emotions in his heart.
At that moment, Wei Wuyong was still fiercely coupling with Ning Xuefei. He leaned down, kissing her sweat-drenched forehead, cheeks, and her slightly trembling red lips, and whispered in her ear, "Earlier, at the banquet, the eyes of all those men were practically glued to your body…"
"Especially that young Dong lad from the Celestial Strategy Mansion. His dog eyes never left you for a second…"
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