Chapter 12
The cold moon hung on a branch, and the four wilds were silent of human sound.
Thud, thud
A stream of immortal energy, carrying a sound-transmission message, flew into the room.
Click, the door opened of its own accord.
Fei Xing pushed the door open, stepped inside, and closed it securely.
Yu Shuang was sitting cross-legged on the bed, waving a hand to set up a soundproofing barrier.
In the sound-transmission just now, Fei Xing had told her about the abnormal activity of the demonic flower within his body.
Previously, Yu Shuang had taught him a method used by Daoist cultivators to clear the mind and calm the spirit.
Fei Xing had just tried it, to no effect.
Seeing that Fei Xing was still clear-headed, Yu Shuang asked, "How do you feel now?"
"The desires in my heart are hard to dispel, and they grow stronger and more intense."
Yu Shuang glanced at the bulge in his lower body and immediately turned her head away.
This time, the Drunken Immortal Passion Flower seemed to no longer be influencing him with a desire to conquer, but was taking a more direct, physical route.
"Have you tried... taking care of it yourself?"
"It doesn't work," Fei Xing said, shaking his head, his breathing gradually growing heavy.
Seeing the blood vessels appearing in the whites of his eyes, and him looking on the verge of a demonic rampage, Yu Shuang closed her eyes and told herself:
Since I have taught him this method, I must bear this responsibility.
She had considered this possibility from the beginning and was mentally prepared.
But when actually facing it, a ripple still stirred in her once-placid heart.
She took a long, deep breath and said softly:
"Come here."
Fei Xing, hunched and walked over, his eyes tightly shut, as if he didn't dare to look at her.
"Lie down."
Fei Xing obediently lay on the bed. The red light on his chest flickered continuously through his clothes.
The raging flames of desire made his heart beat fast and strong. Not only his lower body, but even his head throbbed with pain, as if someone were hammering inside his skull.
Suddenly, he felt his waist loosen; his sash seemed to have been untied.
The rustling of clothes being removed followed, and his underpants were pulled down.
After that, something cool, like a white snake flicking its tongue, began to touch his member, and then enveloped it all at once.
He subconsciously opened his eyes and saw Yu Shuang Master sitting by the bed, her body turned to the side. Her clothes outlined the curves of her slender waist and full hips, and her jade-like hand was gripping his erect member.
Her face was expressionless. Seeing Fei Xing open his eyes, she said coldly:
"Close your eyes."
Fei Xing closed his eyes. A few breaths later, he felt that cool palm gently and clumsily stroking his member up and down.
Although Yu Shuang Master now had no living relatives, she was once a lady of a great house. Her mother had taught her something of the affairs between men and women in the boudoir. This action was one she had dredged up from the depths of her memory, but she only knew the motion, not how to perform it well.
As it happened, the Fei Xing before her didn't know either. It was his first time feeling this kind of pleasure.
In this regard, the two were like ignorant young man and woman stealing a forbidden fruit, having to learn and improve their technique bit by bit through practice and communication.
To think I would one day have to do such a thing...
After a while, Yu Shuang forcefully suppressed the turmoil and shame in her heart, striving to maintain a detached tone as she asked:
"You... how does it feel?"
"Perhaps because it's dry, there's a bit of a stinging pain."
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Yu Shuang was slightly annoyed. She took out a bit of fish grease from her storage space and rubbed it on her palm.
"How about now?"
"Master can use a bit more strength."
"Like this?"
Fei Xing said calmly, "That's too much, it's going to break."
Yu Shuang immediately loosened her grip and adjusted the pressure.
"Then... like this?"
"Mm, about right."
Yu Shuang repeated the mechanical motion over and over, her cheeks gradually flushing. She felt as if her own body was starting to heat up.
After another while, she asked again:
"How does it feel?"
Fei Xing, with his eyes closed, thought for a moment and said, "Could Master's fingertips do a bit more?"
Easier said than done!
Yu Shuang narrowed her eyes, her cheeks growing redder, unsure if it was from shame or anger, but she still tried to do as he asked.
Her fingers moved as if playing a zither, tapping down in sequence along with the up-and-down strokes, then adding a kneading motion.
"How is it?"
Fei Xing savored the sensation and said, "The head and the groove at the neck are the most sensitive. Master can focus more on those two areas."
Yu Shuang thought for a moment, then pressed her thumb and middle finger together to form a ring, placing it around the groove, while her other three fingers continued to knead.
Then, she raised her other hand to the head, wrapping the swollen glans in her soft palm and began to gently rub it in circles.
This action immediately brought Fei Xing immense pleasure, and he let out a low, muffled groan.
"What's wrong?"
"It's... extremely pleasurable."
Yu Shuang's earlobes turned red. Looking at the glistening, bright red head, smeared with fish grease, a sudden thought to lick it flashed through her mind.
She was startled, immediately closing her eyes and exhaling, banishing the absurd thought from her mind.
After a while, Fei Xing suddenly said:
"Master, I feel... like something is about to come out."
"It must be the Yuan essence. Once this is expelled, your desires will disappear," Yu Shuang said, speeding up the motion of her hand.
"It's... coming..."
Fei Xing's sword-like brows furrowed tightly. Seeing this, Yu Shuang leaned her upper body back a little, and the motion of her hand became even faster.
Shhh—
Thick streams of white fluid shot onto Yu Shuang's palm. The amount was so great that some flew between her fingers, heading towards her face.
Yu Shuang was caught off guard. A few strands immediately stuck to her mouth and nose, and some even flew into her mouth, reaching her throat!
"Cough, cough…"
She scrambled to her feet, coughing violently. A wave of sword-fire swept over, incinerating the white essence on her face.
"You!"
Yu Shuang's eyes widened in anger. She even used sword-fire to burn it inside of her body, but she still felt the aura of the Yuan essence lingering in her mouth and stomach.
Fei Xing said earnestly, "Master, I've read in books that Yuan essence is not poisonous."
"That's not the issue!"
Yu Shuang glared at him, then sighed, shook her head, and used a silk cloth to wipe away some of the Yuan essence sticking to Fei Xing's crotch. She then stood up and asked coldly:
"How do you feel now?"
She had thought that once the Yuan essene was expelled, his condition would subside, but who would have known that Fei Xing would say:
"It seems... it hasn't stopped yet."
Hearing this, Yu Shuang looked at his member and saw that it was still standing tall, the head as swollen as before, showing no sign of softening at all.
This wasn't what her mother had described.
Puzzled, she asked:
"Then... what if we do it again?"
"I'll trouble you then, Master."
Yu Shuang took a deep breath and walked back to the bed.
But for some reason, her legs suddenly went soft, and her whole body fell forward onto Fei Xing on the bed.
Fei Xing quickly reached out and caught her.
Yu Shuang raised her head. The two of them were now eye to eye, their faces inches apart.
A wisp of red mist drifted past Yu Shuang's eyes, and she immediately understood why she was in this state.
No wonder she had felt her body getting hotter and hotter.
She sensed a trickle of moisture leaking from her lower body and quickly said:
"You, quickly absorb this mist!"
Fei Xing said with difficulty, "Master, I can't control it."
"Then... let go of me..." Yu Shuang said, struggling.
Fei Xing looked at the Yu Shuang before him, felt the softness in his arms, and the blood vessels in his eyes suddenly multiplied.
"Master... I..."
Seeing him in this state, Yu Shuang was afraid he would lose his reason again and hurriedly said:
"Fei Xing, stay with me!"
"Master..." Fei Xing's fair skin all over his body turned red. He gritted his teeth and said, "Master, help me now..."
"I..." Yu Shuang felt her own body becoming more and more sensitive. She lay on Fei Xing's chest, biting her lower lip, reached out to grasp the head of his member, and began to knead and stroke it again.
This time, influenced by the red mist, it seemed much better than the last. Her body felt weak, but not completely immobile, and she could still mobilize her immortal energy and sword essence.
Fei Xing's breathing grew heavier, his body trembling uncontrollably as reason and desire waged a fierce battle within him.
After a moment, he suddenly flipped over, pinning Yu Shuang beneath him.
"Fei Xing!"
Yu Shuang was clearly frightened, a girlish panic appearing on her face.
"Master, do you trust me?" Fei Xing said in a deep voice.
"I..." Yu Shuang hesitated. Looking into his pained yet determined eyes, she nodded.
The next moment, she regretted it a little.
She saw Fei Xing prop himself up with one hand, while with the other, he untied her sash, reached into her underpants, and skillfully slid into her wet slit, beginning to stroke and thrust.
"No... ah~ no... Fei Xing... ah…"
Uncontrollable moans escaped Yu Shuang's lips. She subconsciously wanted to use her immortal energy to push him away, but hesitated and did not act.
Fei Xing seemed not to have completely lost his reason. He seemed to have discovered something and said in a deep voice:
"Master, trust me. Don't stop."
"Why must it be like this...!"
Yu Shuang looked at Fei Xing's serious expression, closed her eyes, and used both hands to simultaneously stroke Fei Xing's member.
Why was she allowing him to do this to her?
Yu Shuang didn't understand, but the waves of pleasure coming from her lower body left her with little capacity to think about it.
It must be the influence of that demonic flower
This is all to make Fei Xing lose control
Before she was completely lost to the pleasure, she told herself this.
Though no one knows why, the affairs between men and women are something the people always seem to know instinctively.
Yu Shuang first interlaced her ten fingers, cupping the shaft, then pressed her two thumbs and ten fingers into rings, locking them around the groove at the neck to stroke.
After a while, she used her index and middle fingers to gently pinch the shaft, her thumb on the front and the other two fingers below, supporting the sides. Her two hands alternately squeezed from the base to the head. Every time they slid over the glans, the shaft would throb.
Yu Shuang's movements would pause and twitch from time to time, all because of the intense pleasure Fei Xing's nimble fingers were bringing to her lower body.
She didn't know when her eyes and cherry lips had already opened. The two gazed at each other's faces, their hands never stopping. The only sounds were their rising and falling moans. Her's high and coquettish, his low and restrained. Back and forth, it was like a duel between masters, a general facing his worthy opponent.
"Master... I'm going to..."
Sweat dampened the temples of Fei Xing's hair as he said slowly.
Yu Shuang who was beneath him was even more captivatingly beautiful, her fragrant sweat like rain and dew, the flush on her cheeks like painted rouge.
Although she didn't speak, Fei Xing could feel the contractions of the tender cave in his hand becoming more frequent, and the flow of moisture had clearly increased.
This meant the two were about to reach the peak of their ecstasy together.
Just at this critical moment, a voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.
"Senior Sister."
It was the voice of Master Dan Feng.
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