In the vast expanse of the Azure Sky Continent, where towering mountains pierced the heavens and rivers of spiritual energy flowed like veins through the earth, the world of cultivation thrived. Immortals walked among mortals, sects rose and fell like empires, and the pursuit of eternal life drove men and women to unimaginable heights. It was a world where strength was everything—cultivation determined one's lifespan, status, and destiny. Those who ascended to the peak could defy the heavens, achieving immortality, while the weak were doomed to wither away in obscurity.
Li Wei, a humble disciple at the bottom rung of the Crimson Lotus Sect. Li Wei was no ordinary cultivator; he was a reincarnator, his soul carrying the memories and burdens of a past life from a distant, mundane world called Earth. In that previous existence, he had been an ordinary office worker named Alex, living a life of quiet desperation. Alex had harbored a deep, shameful secret—a cuckold fetish that gnawed at his soul. He craved the thrill of watching his partner with other men, the mix of jealousy and arousal that came from sharing what was most intimate. But he had hidden it, buried it so deep that it poisoned his relationships.
His ex-girlfriend from that life, Sophia, had been the love of his existence. They had shared a passionate romance, but Alex's guilt over his unspoken desires led him to push her away. Unable to confess, he fabricated excuses, and they separated amicably but with lingering regrets. Twenty years passed. Sophia remained single, her heart still tethered to Alex, while he wallowed in isolation. Fate, however, had other plans. On a rainy night, as they accidentally reunited at a café, opening up about their past regrets, a tragic accident struck—a speeding truck veered off the road, claiming both their lives in an instant.
Their souls, bound by unresolved karma, reincarnated into the cultivation world. Alex became Li Wei, born into a poor family with a weak constitution that made cultivation nearly impossible. Sophia was reborn as Mei Ling, the cherished daughter of the Crimson Lotus Sect's leader, Sect Master Huo Feng. Mei Ling was a prodigy, her cultivation soaring to the Nascent Soul stage by the age of two hundred, granting her a lifespan of millennia. She possessed a body sculpted by heaven's favor—voluptuous curves that turned heads wherever she went. Her breasts were full and heavy, straining against the translucent fabrics of her attire, while her wide hips and rounded ass swayed with an intoxicating grace. Her skin was flawless, radiating a mature aura like a woman in her thirties, exuding confidence and sensuality. In the cultivation world, powerful women often dressed provocatively, not out of vanity but to display their mastery over spiritual energy. Mei Ling's signature outfit was a translucent red dress adorned with intricate floral patterns, layered with thin, transparent robes that barely concealed her form. High heels accentuated her queen-like demeanor, making her the object of lust for countless men in the sect. They dreamed of violating such a regal beauty, but her power deterred any advances.
Li Wei, in contrast, appeared youthful, like a cute boy just turning twenty-one. His cultivation lingered at the Qi Condensation stage, the lowest realm, granting him a mere two hundred years of life at best. He was the sect's lowest disciple, tasked with menial chores like sweeping courtyards and tending spirit herbs. Despite the vast gap in status, destiny intervened on a fateful day. During a sect-wide gathering, Li Wei accidentally brushed against Mei Ling while delivering a tray of elixirs. In that moment of contact, a surge of spiritual energy unlocked their past-life memories. Flashes of their Earthly love, the regrets, the accident—it all came rushing back.
Mei Ling's eyes widened in recognition. "Alex... it's you," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Li Wei—now fully remembering—dropped to his knees. "Sophia... Mei Ling... I... I never forgot you."
The revelation sparked an immediate, profound love. But their union faced fierce opposition. Sect Master Huo Feng, a domineering figure at the Soul Transformation stage, thundered against it. "My daughter, the pride of the Crimson Lotus Sect, wed a lowly Qi Condensation disciple? Absurd! He is unworthy—his weak body will drag you down!"
Elders echoed the sentiment, citing the power imbalance. "Mei Ling's cultivation ties her to immortality; this boy will die in a century or two. It's a mismatch that will only bring sorrow."
Yet, Mei Ling's resolve was unyielding. Drawing on her status and influence, she defied her father and the elders. "Father, this man is my destined partner. Our souls are linked across lifetimes. I will marry him, with or without your blessing."
After months of tension, including threats of expulsion for Li Wei, they wed in a grand ceremony. The sect relented, fearing Mei Ling's potential defection to a rival faction. For a hundred years, they lived in blissful harmony as husband and wife. Mei Ling's love knew no bounds; she used her position to procure rare medicines, pills, and potions to boost Li Wei's cultivation. In this world, higher realms meant longer lifespans—Foundation Establishment could add centuries, Golden Core millennia, and beyond that, true immortality. But Li Wei's frail body resisted progress. No matter the treasures, his Qi meridians remained blocked, his progress stagnant. At this rate, he had another century at most before his lifespan ebbed away.
Li Wei watched his wife with adoration. Her body was a temple of desire—those massive breasts heaving with each breath, her wide hips inviting touch, her ass a perfect curve that begged to be grasped. Yet, compared to cultivators with higher realms, his cock was average, even smallish—about 12 cm when erect. Mei Ling never complained; her love for him was pure. "Size means nothing, my love," she'd whisper during their intimate moments. "It's your heart that fills me."
But Li Wei noticed the lecherous gazes from other men in the sect. Disciples, elders, even visiting cultivators ogled Mei Ling's form, their eyes tracing the outlines visible through her translucent dress. Her mature aura, combined with her provocative attire, made her the ultimate fantasy—a sexy queen ripe for conquest. Whispers abounded: "Who wouldn't want to ravage Sect Master Huo's daughter? Those tits, that ass... but she's untouchable."
Li Wei's past fetish stirred. In his Earth life, he had suppressed it, leading to regret. Now, unwilling to leave this life with similar burdens, he resolved to reveal his desires. He wanted to share Mei Ling, to watch her with other men—strong, dominant ones. The thought aroused him immensely, his small cock twitching at the fantasy. But how to broach it? As he pondered, fate took a turn...Their marriage, though opposed, brought a semblance of peace to the sect. Mei Ling's influence grew, her cultivation advancing to the peak of Nascent Soul, on the verge of breaking through to Soul Transformation. She commanded respect, her queen-like presence silencing dissenters.
Li Wei, however, remained in the shadows, content to be her devoted husband. Their nights were filled with passion, though Li Wei's performance was gentle—enough to bring her to climax once or twice, but lacking the raw intensity her body sometimes craved.
One evening, as they lay in their opulent chambers atop the sect's highest peak, overlooking misty valleys, Li Wei traced his fingers over Mei Ling's curves. Her translucent red dress clung to her sweat-glistened skin, her massive breasts spilling out as she arched into his touch. "My love," he murmured, his voice husky, "you are perfection."
Mei Ling moaned softly, her wide hips grinding against him. "And you are my everything, Wei." They made love slowly, his average cock sliding into her wetness, eliciting gasps of pleasure. But in the afterglow, Li Wei's mind wandered to his secret. He imagined other men—taller, stronger—taking her, their larger members stretching her, dominating her while he watched. The guilt from his past life resurfaced, but this time, he vowed to confront it.
The sect buzzed with activity. Tournaments, alchemy sessions, and diplomatic visits from other sects filled the days. Mei Ling, as the sect leader's daughter, often presided over events, her provocative attire drawing admiring—and lustful—stares. One such visitor was a delegate from the Azure Dragon Sect, a burly man named Zhang Wei with a muscular build and high cultivation. His eyes lingered on Mei Ling's form, tracing her rounded ass as she walked. Li Wei noticed, a thrill mixing with jealousy.
That night, as Mei Ling disrobed, her thin robes falling away to reveal her naked glory—huge boobs bouncing free, nipples erect in the cool air—Li Wei felt the urge to confess. But words failed him. Instead, they coupled again, his thrusts earnest but lacking the brutality she secretly desired from her youth.
Days turned to weeks. Li Wei's resolve strengthened. He began noting the men who eyed his wife: disciples with promising futures, elders with hidden desires. His fetish deepened—visions of Mei Ling as a slut for select men, while remaining his loving wife
As the sun set over the Crimson Lotus Sect, casting a golden hue on the blooming lotus fields, Li Wei walked the paths, his mind a whirlwind. He recalled their wedding day—a spectacle of fireworks and spiritual arrays, Mei Ling in a flowing gown that hugged her curves, her mature beauty captivating all. The opposition had been fierce; elders plotted to separate them, even attempting to poison Li Wei's food. But Mei Ling's power thwarted them, her Nascent Soul aura crushing any threats.
Their hundred years together were a tapestry of love. Mei Ling spoiled him with rare herbs from forbidden realms—Dragon Blood Pills, Phoenix Essence Elixirs—all to no avail. His body, cursed with blocked meridians, refused to advance. "I won't lose you, Wei," she'd say, her voice firm. "We'll find a way to immortality together."
But time was running out. Li Wei's youthful appearance belied his aging soul; wrinkles would soon appear, his lifespan dwindling. Mei Ling, eternally young, would outlive him by eons. The thought tore at him. In quiet moments, he masturbated to fantasies of sharing her, his small cock hardening at the idea of her moans under another man.
One day, during a sect assembly, Mei Ling addressed the crowd, her translucent dress shimmering, floral patterns barely hiding her nipples. Men shifted uncomfortably, erections straining. Li Wei stood beside her, noticing a particular disciple—his close friend, Jian Hao, a muscular youth at the Golden Core stage. Jian Hao's loyalty to Li Wei was unwavering, but his eyes flicked to Mei Ling's ass.
That night, Li Wei decided: he would reveal his desires. But fate intervened...