Shameless Magic King 31~35

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Chapter Thirty-One: The Major Event of Marriage
The four returned to the main hall of the Tianshan Sect. Fang Yuhui and Zhang Yijia were sitting anxiously in their chairs. Seeing Yang Xiaotian and the others appear before them, the two beautiful women stood up and ran excitedly towards Yang Xiaotian, Liu Ruxian, Hua Lingrong, and Feng Ziling.
"Tian'er, where did you run off to? You scared your aunt to death!" Zhang Yijia asked with concern, her beautiful eyes fixed on Yang Xiaotian. Zhang Yijia is Yang Xiaotian's fourth concubine and Yang Yuanmu's fourth wife. Born in Miao territory, Zhang Yijia is a master of poisons. Later, while wandering the martial arts world, she met Yang Yuanmu and fell in love with him, eventually marrying him. Zhang Yijia is thirty-four years old this year and possesses stunning beauty. In addition to her beautiful face, she also has a noble temperament, like a phoenix soaring high above. Today, her hair is styled in a bun resembling a fallen horse, exuding elegance and nobility. Her bright eyes are captivating, and her skin is as smooth and delicate as snow. She wears a purple floral dress, graceful and charming. Upon seeing Yang Xiaotian, Zhang Yijia excitedly embraced his head against her chest. The warm, soft skin sent waves of pleasurable sensations through her, her full, fragrant body caressing him. A wonderful, subtle womanly scent emanated from Zhang Yijia, flooding Yang Xiaotian's heart. All of this deeply stimulated his senses. Afraid of making a fool of himself, Yang Xiaotian gently pushed away his fourth aunt, Zhang Yijia. He realized that his desire for women was growing stronger, first his grandmother, then his fourth aunt, and this feeling freed him from worldly constraints.
"Yes, Ruxian, where have you been? You scared your mother to death!" Fang Yuhui, seeing her daughter unharmed, felt much less worried than before. Hearing his master's wife speak, Yang Xiaotian noticed that her anxiety had lessened considerably. Fang Yuhui had a delicate and fair face, a naturally beautiful oval face, and a straight nose that seemed to have been meticulously sculpted. Her lips were small like cherries, with beautifully curved lines, thin yet rosy. Her hair was like a cloud, and her body was exquisite and curvaceous, exuding a bright and fragrant vitality. She stood out proudly in the world, her face and skin radiant and charming, as white as a lotus or as smooth as jade, fair and lustrous, almost dripping with moisture. She gave people a sense of elegance and freshness, purity and simplicity; making one feel that if one held her for a moment, one would have no regrets in this life.
Yang Xiaotian glanced at Fang Yuhui with interest, briefly explained what had happened, and then looked around, trying to find his senior brother Zhang Jun. Revenge was the priority; as for women, he could wait. However, he didn't find Zhang Jun and asked, "Master's wife, where did my senior brother go?"
"He and your master went down the mountain on business the day after you disappeared." Fang Yuhui was stunned after hearing Yang Xiaotian's words. "You said Zhang Jun knocked you off the cliff, so isn't Minkai in danger now?"
"That's not necessarily true. My senior brother doesn't know we're still alive. Mother, you should contact Father first and see if you can inform him. We'll see how things go." Liu Ruxian was also worried about her father's safety. But upon reflection, she figured her senior brother probably thought she and her husband had perished on the cliff, so he shouldn't pose any immediate danger to her father. However, she didn't understand Zhang Jun's intentions. Why did he knock her and her husband off the cliff? Was it just because of feelings? It shouldn't be.
"I've asked the Yang family members in various places to keep an eye out, hoping to contact Brother Liu as soon as possible." Zhang Yijia knew this was no ordinary matter and wanted to see if she could contact Liu Minkai through the Yang family's informants.
"Alright, thank you for your help." Fang Yuhui thought about it and felt that her daughter's words made sense. The most important thing to do now was to contact her husband.
"Tian'er, you must be very hungry. You haven't eaten properly these past few days. By the way, who is this young lady?" After showing concern for Yang Xiaotian, Zhang Yijia noticed a beautiful woman standing next to him. This woman was Hua Mulan's daughter, Hua Lingrong.
"This is my wife, Hua Lingrong. Lingrong, and this is Fourth Concubine," Yang Xiaotian introduced. Thinking that since he already knew everything, he might as well say it outright. So he knelt on the ground and said to Fang Yuhui, "Master's Wife, I have consummated my marriage with my senior sister. I hope Master's Wife will grant my request."
Hearing Yang Xiaotian's words, Fang Yuhui looked at her daughter Liu Ruxian, whose face was flushed with embarrassment, and then at Yang Xiaotian kneeling on the ground. She understood what "consummating marriage" meant. She saw the love in her daughter Liu Ruxian's eyes for Yang Xiaotian, and then looked at the old lady of the Yang family, Feng Ziling, who was looking at the three young people with a kind expression. Fang Yuhui was a reasonable person; seeing her daughter's eyes, she also felt inclined to grant their request. So she asked Feng Ziling, "What does Old Madam Yang think?"
"Hehe, of course I agree." Feng Ziling smiled kindly; she was naturally very happy that her grandson had gained two more wives.
"Since Madam Yang has agreed, you must treat Ru Xian well from now on." Fang Yuhui looked at Yang Xiaotian kneeling on the ground. For some reason, Fang Yuhui couldn't help but recall the scene when she secretly saw Yang Xiaotian practicing martial arts by the Heavenly Pool.
Things went smoothly. After Fang Yuhui agreed, Yang Xiaotian took Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian to the back hall for dinner, leaving Feng Ziling and Fang Yuhui to discuss the marriage. Zhang Yijia went to send a message by carrier pigeon to inform the Yang family to keep an eye on Liu Minkai's whereabouts.
Chapter Thirty-Two
: The Night is Deep and Quiet. This night was enchanting for Yang Xiaotian. Because the marriage was confirmed, and they were all people of the martial arts world, it was natural for Yang Xiaotian to sleep in the same room with Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian that night.
At this moment, Yang Xiaotian was looking at Hua Lingrong. Although she was wearing a white nightgown, she was practically naked. Her curvaceous, fair body was covered only by the white nightgown and bodice, and a red underpants that concealed her private parts. Hua Lingrong was lying on the bed, her undulating, snow-white breasts exposed. In an instant, a subtle fragrance filled the room, and the atmosphere was filled with a seductive spring scene. Yang Xiaotian saw Hua Lingrong's high, round, and white breasts, without the slightest sagging, and the two small, slightly upturned, rosy nipples surrounded by pink blush. His heart pounded, and he couldn't help but want to pounce on them and bite them.
Looking at Liu Ruxian's dignified, pure, noble, and elegant face beside him, Yang Xiaotian couldn't help but recall how unrestrained, flirtatious, and wanton she had been when they were locked in a passionate embrace. A sudden impulse struck him, and his wicked hands slipped inside Liu Ruxian's bra, reaching for her large, soft breasts. He kneaded them gently, the full, tender peaks shifting in his hands.
Then, skillfully, he undressed Liu Ruxian and pounced on her, his mouth agape, taking her two high, smooth nipples into his mouth, savoring them. He nibbled on one, then the other, like a baby nursing. After enjoying Liu Ruxian's deliciousness, Yang Xiaotian turned to Hua Lingrong.
Having become increasingly adept at matters of the flesh, Yang Xiaotian could now slowly savor the taste of women. He kept both Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian until they begged for pleasure before releasing his enormous member.
For a moment, the sounds of their bodies rose and fell, filling the room with an atmosphere of boundless spring.
Fang Yuhui lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. Although her husband, Liu Minkai, had been incredibly cold towards her these past few years, they were still husband and wife, and there were bound to be feelings between them. Hearing that her husband was in danger, she couldn't help but worry about his safety and hoped to contact him as soon as possible. Then, she wondered why her husband had been so cold towards her these past few years. Was it really because she had aged and her husband had lost interest in her? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but recall the time she saw her disciple, Yang Xiaotian, practicing unfathomable martial arts moves in the Tianchi Lake. She had seen his strong, muscular body, so full of power, and Fang Yuhui admired it for a long time. What surprised her even more was that Yang Xiaotian's penis was so thick and large, like a baby's arm. That one glance was deeply imprinted in her mind, impossible to erase. So much so that in the days that followed, whenever she masturbated, that enormous thing would involuntarily appear in her mind.
Now that Yang Xiaotian was her son-in-law, she felt somewhat relieved, because she feared she might lose control of her years of pent-up passion and do something against societal norms. Fang Yuhui took a deep breath in bed, unable to fall asleep. She got up, put on her coat, and decided to go for a walk. Just as she reached the side hall, she heard a series of panting sounds. As someone with experience, she knew exactly what those sounds were. Curious that her daughter and the others were still awake so late, Fang Yuhui boldly approached the room from which the sounds were coming. The closer she got, the louder the sounds became, like demonic chants assaulting her heart.
Curious, Fang Yuhui poked a small hole in the window and peered into the room. Once she started looking, she couldn't leave. Inside the room, Yang Xiaotian was tirelessly conquering Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian, alternating between them as if his boundless experience was solely for the pleasures of men and women. Fang Yuhui was astonished by Yang Xiaotian's enormous member moving in and out of Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian's paradises, while the seductive sounds emanating from them made her heart race and her whole body go numb. The
fierce battle inside continued unabated, and Fang Yuhui watched from outside the window, her face flushed. As the battle raged, she couldn't help but caress her own beautiful body, again and again, but she couldn't quell the intense heat within her.
Finally, amidst the pleas of Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian, Yang Xiaotian released his essence. Fang Yuhui took a deep breath, left the exciting scene, and hurried back to her bedroom, hoping to soothe her emptiness and endless loneliness with her hands.
The next day, Yang Xiaotian woke up early. His two wives were still fast asleep in his arms. Not wanting to disturb them, he quietly left, closing the door behind him.
Strolling through the back mountain, Yang Xiaotian felt an unprecedented sense of ease. He planned to stay there for a while before venturing into the martial world. At this moment, he harbored a strong desire for dominance. He wondered if Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian would be willing to follow him on his adventures, a question that troubled him greatly. Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian had become an integral part of Yang Xiaotian's life.
"Husband, what are you thinking about?" Liu Ruxian appeared beside him unexpectedly and asked softly.
Looking at the beautiful and charming Liu Ruxian, Yang Xiaotian was surprised to find that, nurtured by his love, she had become even more exquisite and breathtakingly beautiful. Her eyes sparkled, her face radiant, a thousand charms, a thousand allurees. The warm sunlight bathed her face, like a veil, enhancing her beauty. A gentle breeze stirred, causing her skirt to flutter and her hair to flow, making her indescribably radiant and charming. She seemed like a celestial being, untouched by worldly concerns; a fairy from the Jade Pool, descended to earth. A stunning radiance shone upon her already dignified and beautiful face, her phoenix eyes becoming watery, radiating a captivating allure with every glance. Gentle and virtuous, chaste yet brimming with boundless charm, Yang Xiaotian felt an immense pride seeing his beloved woman so mesmerizing.
Liu Ruxian, seeing Yang Xiaotian's lustful gaze, playfully scolded, "It's not like you haven't seen her before, why are you looking at her like that?" The allure of a young woman combined with the coquettishness of a young girl stirred an irresistible impulse in Yang Xiaotian.
Yang Xiaotian stepped forward and hugged Liu Ruxian tightly, inhaling her captivating scent. He said gently, "Senior Sister, I've been thinking of you."
Liu Ruxian struggled free, blushing and playfully scolding, "It's broad daylight, it's not good if people see us."
Yang Xiaotian grinned, "I just couldn't resist, you're so beautiful."
Liu Ruxian blushed and said, "You're so cheeky, go eat breakfast, Mother and the others are waiting for you."
Yang Xiaotian nodded, said nothing more, and led Liu Ruxian by the hand towards the Tianshan Sect's dining hall. When Yang Xiaotian saw Hua Lingrong again, she had become even more stunning. Already incredibly beautiful, she was now dressed up like a celestial being, her beauty rivaling Liu Ruxian's. With his grandmother, aunt, and master's wife present, Yang Xiaotian didn't dare to be presumptuous and began to eat his breakfast heartily.
The women watched Yang Xiaotian's actions with smiles, then picked up their bowls and began to eat. Among them, Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian wore happy smiles, while Fang Yuhui, Feng Ziling, and Zhang Yijia were lost in their own thoughts. Fang Yuhui was amazed that Yang Xiaotian, after a night of passion in bed, looked as energetic as ever the next day, showing no signs of fatigue. She thought back to her own husband when he was young, he hadn't been this vigorous. Feng Ziling and Zhang Yijia had similar experiences last night. It turned out that Feng Ziling had conceived twins last night because of her grandson. The wife was so happy she couldn't sleep. After being separated for several months, Feng Ziling saw her grandson Yang Xiaotian again. She increasingly felt that Yang Xiaotian had the shadow of her husband from back then. This was mainly due to the combination of the dragon fruit in Yang Xiaotian's body, the "Demon God's Evil Art", and the "Wordless Heavenly Book", which fully revealed Yang Xiaotian's temperament. Moreover, when she hugged him in the back mountain during the day, Feng Ziling clearly felt that her grandson had grown up. As her grandson's hard thing was hugging her, it was pushing against her. That feeling made her heart flutter.
Having been a widow for so many years, this was the first time Feng Ziling had such a feeling. Originally, the "Ten Thousand Saints Sword Manual" that Feng Ziling cultivated was a martial art for purifying the mind and reducing desires. However, the creator of the "Ten Thousand Saints Sword Manual," Water, was the wife of Fire. When Yang Xiaotian and Feng Ziling embraced, the internal energy of the "Ten Thousand Saints Sword Manual" within Feng Ziling's body naturally recognized the "Wordless Heavenly Book" within Yang Xiaotian's body. The two inner forces collided in a wonderful way, which is why Feng Ziling had a special feeling. It was this feeling that made Feng Ziling unable to fall asleep. Her internal energy was very profound, so of course she could hear the sounds of lovemaking coming from Yang Xiaotian's room. Those sounds made her feel numb all over, and the long-lost pleasure instantly filled her body. Alone on the bed, she couldn't help but use her hands to take herself to that long-lost paradise.
Zhang Yijia's situation was similar to Fang Yuhui's. Originally from Miao territory, where customs were traditionally open, she fell in love with Yang Yuanmu. However, Yang Yuanmu already had three wives and was busy with business, so he rarely considered the feelings of his four wives. Furthermore, his health had been poor in recent years, so he rarely engaged in intimate relations with them. Suppressed desires eventually erupted. During the day, when Zhang Yijia held Yang Xiaotian to her chest, she felt a strange sensation, and she also sensed that Yang Xiaotian was no longer a child. The enormous size of the baby was proof that Yang Xiaotian had grown up, so Zhang Yijia couldn't fall asleep that night, fantasizing about her love with her husband Yang Yuanmu. However, Yang Yuanmu was far away in Chang'an, the capital, and had no idea about her feelings. She got up in the middle of the night and heard the woman's moans and the man's panting. Zhang Yijia knew what that meant, so she curiously peeked for a while. The scene inside the room made her heart flutter. She was afraid of being seen, so she had to leave early. Fortunately, she left, which led to Fang Yuhui's appearance later.
Breakfast was almost finished when a white dove flew in. Everyone stopped eating. The dove landed in Zhang Yijia's hand, with a crumpled piece of paper on its leg. It was a message from the Yang family via carrier pigeon. Zhang Yijia opened it, smiled, and said, "We've contacted Brother Liu, but Zhang Jun has already returned to his hometown and isn't with Brother Liu. Brother Liu told us not to worry; he'll be back in a few days."
Chapter Thirty-Three: Absolute Coincidence
. "Knowing he's safe is good." Hearing Zhang Yijia say this, Fang Yuhui breathed a sigh of relief.
The atmosphere then improved considerably. After breakfast, Fang Yuhui, Zhang Yijia, and Feng Ziling chatted about Yang Xiaotian's marriage, while Yang Xiaotian took Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian sightseeing. The three women's affection deepened. Soon, the day passed. Night, for Yang Xiaotian, was enchanting.
Inside Yang Xiaotian's room, there were astonishing roars from men, timid moans from women, screams, and constant groans. Spring water gushed forth like a fountain. Yang Xiaotian, like a volcanic eruption, was in a state of extreme excitement, constantly tumbling and rolling with Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian. Under Yang Xiaotian's onslaught, Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian became unstoppable, tumbling and rolling several times, crossing and surging, ejaculating countless times. After several hours, the two women were exhausted and lay limp and motionless.
Liu Ruxian had collapsed and fallen asleep beside him, while Hua Lingrong, though not without exhaustion, was not allowed to succumb to Yang Xiaotian's power. She had already been brought to her knees five times by him, but Yang Xiaotian still loved riding on top of her. This was the daughter of Hua Mulan, the heroine Yang Xiaotian admired, this woman who had been asleep for over a hundred years. Yang Xiaotian loved to fiercely and wildly pound on her, listening to her cries, moans, and feigned resistance.
Hua Lingrong truly lived up to her title as Mulan's daughter, the princess of Wei. Her youthful, naked body possessed delicate, fair skin, like jade, with perfectly proportioned curves and a graceful figure. Her plump back and rounded shoulders were full of sensuality. Her arms were smooth and flawless, like two pieces of jade lotus root, and her long, round neck was as white as snow. Her angelic face held an innocent, childlike quality. Beneath her delicate, willow-leaf eyebrows, like distant mountains, lay a pair of large, dark, watery breasts that shimmered with alluring charm. Her red, tender lips, like ripe peaches hanging from branches, tempted anyone who saw them to take a bite. She exuded a warm, captivating fragrance of youth, which wafted into Yang Xiaotian's nostrils, stirring his burgeoning masculine heartstrings.
Yang Xiaotian stretched out his arms and pulled her into his embrace. She was so gentle and submissive. She lay reclining on his broad chest, her head nestled in the crook of his elbow, her round, plump buttocks resting between his legs, her two jade-like legs bent to one side, her large, watery eyes radiating alluring charm and provocative desire.
In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Hua Lingrong climaxed for the sixth time.
From beginning to end, Yang Xiaotian hadn't stopped. He sent his two beloved wives to paradise time and time again, until Hua Lingrong screamed and fainted after her sixth climax. Only then did Yang Xiaotian cease his actions, and everything stopped, like the calm after a storm.
But Yang Xiaotian wasn't satisfied. At this moment, he was driven almost mad by the boundless fire burning within him. He felt sorry for his wives who couldn't continue, so he dressed, intending to soak in the Heavenly Pool to quell the burning fire within him.
It was another sleepless night. Fang Yuhui tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Yang Xiaotian's noise was simply too loud. His seductive sounds made Fang Yuhui forget herself and caress herself in bed. Fang Yuhui was thirty-four years old, at the peak of her womanly charm. Both her mind and body were at their peak, and her whole body exuded a charming and alluring beauty. In addition, her years of martial arts training gave her skin a unique blend of softness and strength. Her fair and full breasts were plump and firm, with cherry-red nipples slightly upturned; her long and strong legs were smooth and rounded; her buttocks were full and round, and her abdomen was flat and firm; as she lay prone, the entrance to her peach blossom cave, with its tender flesh tightly closed, was as tempting and alluring as a ripe peach.
Fang Yuhui's one hand was caressing her breasts, while her other hand was passionately stroking her lower body, her kneading and kneading her breasts without stopping. The alluring pubic hair covering her private parts was glimpsed and revealed with each movement of her hand, arousing the imagination. As the movements quickened, Fang Yuhui began to pant softly, her whole body trembling slightly, her legs straightening and shaking, her calves occasionally contracting and expanding. Due to her inner excitement, Fang Yuhui's beautiful face was flushed red, her expression one of utter intoxication.
Finally, after the noise created by Yang Xiaotian disappeared, Fang Yuhui stopped her movements due to the brief excitement. However, this cessation left Fang Yuhui feeling an unprecedented emptiness inside, an emptiness that made it hard for her to breathe. She tried hard to suppress this inexplicable emptiness, got out of bed, put on her coat, and decided to go outside for a walk to dispel the emptiness in her heart.
Unbeknownst to her, Fang Yuhui had returned to the Heavenly Pool. At that moment, Yang Xiaotian was soaking in the pool, trying to quell the burning flames within him. Despite the water, the flames seemed to intensify. He could only expend his boundless energy by practicing the moves of the "Demon God's Evil Art" and the "Wordless Heavenly Book." Each move contained immense power. After practicing them once, Yang Xiaotian was pleasantly surprised to discover that the two moves could be combined into another martial art. He then practiced with abandon. Being in the water, Yang Xiaotian was naturally naked, and his muscular physique was once again revealed to Fang Yuhui.
Yang Xiaotian's muscles bulged prominently, every inch displaying his masculinity and strength, radiating a powerful masculine aura. When Fang Yuhui saw Yang Xiaotian's erect penis again, she didn't look away as before. Instead, her eyes burned with a fiery intensity, unable to look away.
Yang Xiaotian, who was practicing martial arts, noticed someone was spying on him. He leaped from the water and flew directly towards Fang Yuhui. In his excitement, fearing it might be an assassin, Yang Xiaotian lost control and pinned Fang Yuhui beneath him. Instantly, he felt the soft, delicate skin of the person beneath him, exuding a captivating fragrance. Fang Yuhui was pinned to
the ground by Yang Xiaotian, his strong, taut thighs wrapped around her soft, delicate feet. It turned out that Yang Xiaotian had lost control and was afraid the person beneath him would escape, so he had wrapped his arms around her feet. Fang Yuhui
was now unable to move an inch. She tried to push Yang Xiaotian away, but she was no match for his strength. Furthermore, Yang Xiaotian's hands, due to his position, were already grasping Fang Yuhui's well-maintained breasts. At this moment, a warm, languid heat emanated from Yang Xiaotian's body. The heat traveled from his skin to his heart, stirring ripples in Fang Yuhui's long-dormant emotions. Fang Yuhui couldn't help but let out a soft, seductive moan. She had just comforted herself in the room, and the fire within her hadn't completely subsided. Seeing Yang Xiaotian's strong muscles reignited the flame. Although being embraced by Yang Xiaotian caused her some initial panic, his powerful physique also stirred a feeling of attraction within her.
Fang Yuhui turned beneath Yang Xiaotian, her full, tender breasts sinking into his bare chest. The softness conquered the hardness, the two grape-sized nipples digging into his muscles like pebbles thrown into her heart, disturbing her tranquil state. Yang Xiaotian hugged Fang Yuhui even tighter, his erect penis pressing between her legs.
Fang Yuhui was a virtuous and proper woman. Although her husband's indifference over the past few years had kept her awake at night, she had never entertained any other thoughts. However, after seeing Yang Xiaotian's strong muscles while he was practicing martial arts at Tianchi, a ripple of emotion stirred within her. But this ripple was quickly dispelled by the fact that Yang Xiaotian was her son-in-law. Now, with her pure and innocent body being embraced by her future son-in-law and her disciple, Fang Yuhui quickly snapped out of her reverie. Looking at Yang Xiaotian on top of her, she saw him holding her with adoration in his eyes. The pleasure of their mutual friction almost made her lose herself again. She gritted her teeth and shouted, "Tian'er, what are you doing?"
Her shout pulled Yang Xiaotian from his sea of desire. He looked at the person beneath him and exclaimed in surprise, "Master's wife, how is it you?" Yang Xiaotian never expected that the woman beneath him was actually the elegant and graceful sect leader's wife, his master's wife, and his future mother-in-law, Fang Yuhui. When Yang Xiaotian first embraced Fang Yuhui, he was still relatively conscious. However, after smelling the fragrance emanating from her, he suddenly felt dizzy, and a powerful flame rapidly burned within him, causing him to quickly forget everything. The body beneath him was so exquisite that he couldn't control himself. Fang Yuhui
said to Yang Xiaotian, "Tian'er, quickly let go of your master's wife." She had tried to push Yang Xiaotian away several times, but his arms were too strong, and she couldn't budge him an inch. In the end, she had no choice but to use her status as his master's wife to order him to release her. As Yang Xiaotian held her, it seemed as if he was using a magic power to constantly draw out the suppressed emotions within her, making her gradually lose control. She was truly afraid that if she didn't push Yang Xiaotian away, something might happen.
This is the terrifying aspect of Yang Xiaotian's dual cultivation technique. After cultivating it, when dealing with women, simply touching their bodies will evoke a feeling of desire in them. As the cultivation progresses, this power will grow stronger and stronger. Upon contact, a woman will feel as if she has taken an aphrodisiac. Yang Xiaotian has already discovered this in his two beautiful wives.
Holding Fang Yuhui's beautiful body in his arms, Yang Xiaotian truly couldn't bear to let go. Yesterday, embracing his grandmother and aunt had aroused him, and without the constraints of worldly constraints, Yang Xiaotian had resolved to possess his grandmother, aunt, and beautiful master's wife in the future. Now, with his master's wife beneath him, this awakened lustful demon was certainly not going to let this opportunity pass. Moreover, he already felt the burning fire within him becoming unbearable, so he resolutely declared, "I won't let go." As he spoke, his eyes continuously roamed over Fang Yuhui's body.
Fang Yuhui felt extremely uncomfortable under Yang Xiaotian's intensely invasive gaze. Her heart was filled with fear, yet also a strange joy. She inwardly cursed herself for being aroused in this situation. Slowly calming herself, she wondered why Yang Xiaotian wouldn't let go of her, and asked, "Why won't you let go of me?"
Yang Xiaotian, already determined to possess Fang Yuhui, nonchalantly replied, "I won't let go, because I want you." Before he finished speaking, he began kissing Fang Yuhui's face profusely, his strong hands gripping her delicate waist in one hand and caressing her plump, round buttocks in the other.
Chapter Thirty-Four: Opening My Heart.
PS: I was terrified while writing this chapter, afraid of censorship and being reported by shameless people. It wasn't easy at all! Actually, the content isn't very explicit. I hope everyone enjoys this book and supports me.
Fang Yuhui, steadfast in her chastity, would never allow her disciple and future son-in-law, Yang Xiaotian, to
act so improperly upon her pure and innocent body. Earlier, when Yang Xiaotian embraced her, she had tried to push him away with all her might, but his imposing figure was as steadfast as a mountain, impossible to move. Now, as Yang Xiaotian kissed her face haphazardly and caressed her body with his hands, those hands seemed to possess an aphrodisiac power, slowly beginning to touch the long-hidden emptiness and loneliness in her heart.
Yang Xiaotian's dual cultivation technique had grown stronger with the increase of his internal energy. His reason for forcing himself on Fang Yuhui wasn't because he was particularly bold, but because he had discovered that his hands possessed an aphrodisiac power when touching women. He believed that once he conquered Fang Yuhui, her heart would surely be his, which was why he was so bold as to make his move directly.
The caresses brought Fang Yuhui unparalleled pleasure. She felt her whole body go weak, her heart fluttering with desire. Her long-empty heart seemed to be filled by the kiss and the hands before her. Fang Yuhui's attempt to push Yang Xiaotian away appeared to him as a reluctant acceptance, further fueling his desire. His reaction intensified; his hands were filled with Fang Yuhui's smooth, supple skin, which he couldn't bear to leave. Fang Yuhui's alluring curves pressed against him, and the fire of desire burned ever brighter with each stroke of his hands. The thought that this beautiful woman was his usually elegant and noble teacher's wife, and later his mother-in-law, thrilled him even more.
Yang Xiaotian's kisses and caresses slowly stirred the deep-seated feelings within his teacher's wife and future mother-in-law, Fang Yuhui.
Fang Yuhui no longer resisted as strongly as before; instead, there was a hint of compliance in her movements. Her body was held tightly by Yang Xiaotian, her skin caressed by his hands. Fang Yuhui could only instinctively gasp and say, "Tian'er...no...humph...no..."
Fang Yuhui's silent gasps only aroused Yang Xiaotian further. His hands roamed endlessly, again and again, and under the caresses of Yang Xiaotian's large hands, Fang Yuhui's voice changed from resistance to cooperative moans. At this point, Fang Yuhui no longer wanted to reject Yang Xiaotian, but she didn't know how to please him, fearing that if she did, Yang Xiaotian would think she was lewd. So, she struggled reservedly in Yang Xiaotian's arms, her delicate body twisting and turning, which only fueled Yang Xiaotian's lust.
Although Yang Xiaotian wasn't very experienced, he could feel Fang Yuhui's body getting hotter and hotter, and he knew she had tasted the sweetness. So he said tenderly, "Master's wife, I want you to be my woman."
"Ah!" Fang Yuhui was startled when she heard Yang Xiaotian's words.
Seeing Fang Yuhui open her mouth slightly, Yang Xiaotian seized the opportunity and immediately kissed Fang Yuhui's fragrant lips. The moment their lips touched, Yang Xiaotian felt that Fang Yuhui's kiss was already burning hot. At first, Fang Yuhui only slightly avoided Yang Xiaotian's lips, but Yang Xiaotian's lips seemed to have magic power, kissing away all her resistance. Fang Yuhui immediately began to kiss Yang Xiaotian passionately, and she sucked and licked Yang Xiaotian's tongue as if it were a candy, getting sweeter and sweeter with each bite.
As their kiss deepened, Fang Yuhui excitedly climbed her arms around Yang Xiaotian's waist, holding him tightly. She was losing herself in the moment, and this embrace intensified their physical contact.
Seeing Fang Yuhui taking the initiative, Yang Xiaotian knew everything was going well. He kissed her face, lips, and neck, slowly moving downwards, while simultaneously moving himself down to help undress her.
"Tian'er, not here, carry me back to the room, okay?" Fang Yuhui finally abandoned all restraint, her face flushed with embarrassment. Since everything was inevitable, why not live a happier and more fulfilling life? Life, free from worldly constraints, can actually be very easy.
"Of course." Yang Xiaotian smiled, stood up, and embraced Fang Yuhui's delicate body. Using his light-footed skill, he instantly arrived at Fang Yuhui's room. After entering the room, Yang Xiaotian carried Fang Yuhui slowly to the bed and gently, very gently, placed her on the embroidered satin quilt. Yang Xiaotian slowly lifted the thin, gossamer-like veil covering Fang Yuhui's body.
Finally, Fang Yuhui appeared naked before Yang Xiaotian's eyes. Her skin was white, delicate, and tender, shimmering in the candlelight, her curves clearly defined, constantly exuding a mature and alluring fragrance that could make one lose their senses and become completely captivated. At this moment, Fang Yuhui, her pretty face flushed with desire, looked up, her almond-shaped eyes shimmering with a captivating light. Her small, delicate nostrils twitched slightly, and her cherry lips, like tempting lychees, beckoned one to take a bite. Her small mouth was slightly parted, a wanton laugh and panting, her two rows of white teeth resembling jade shells on the beach, and her two round dimples like small pools of water, shimmering with alluring charm. A faint fragrance wafted into Yang Xiaotian's nostrils.
"Ah... um..." Fang Yuhui lay on the bed, her alluring eyes closed, her body curled up, moaning softly in a dazed, nasal voice.
"Master's wife, open your eyes, so you can enjoy happiness," Yang Xiaotian said gently, wanting to completely conquer Fang Yuhui.
Yang Xiaotian's words were like a command. Fang Yuhui responded shyly, her face flushed, her body trembling slightly, her shyness evident. Their eyes met, conveying passion and desire. Both, burning with desire, could no longer resist and suddenly embraced and kissed.
Yang Xiaotian watched and listened, then couldn't help but pounce on her. He leaned down and gently kissed Fang Yuhui, starting from her breasts, then her navel, her lower abdomen, and finally reaching the mysterious juncture of her thighs. He opened Fang Yuhui's tightly closed legs, revealing a pink, moist path, and a warm glow emanating from the closed gates. Yang Xiaotian couldn't resist bringing his lips to hers. Fang Yuhui shifted restlessly, letting out a seductive moan: "Ah...ah..."
Yang Xiaotian's fingers tapped open the door, carefully admiring the most beautiful scene before him—his master's wife Fang Yuhui's most delicate and mysterious place. He extended his tongue and gently licked it back and forth.
"Ah..." Fang Yuhui suddenly cried out, her buttocks rising up and twisting violently, her two smooth thighs tightly clamping Yang Xiaotian's neck.
Yang Xiaotian looked up and saw Fang Yuhui with her lips slightly parted, her nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily. Her fair breasts heaved with each rise and fall of her chest, creating waves of sensation. Yang Xiaotian inwardly admired her; his master's wife, Fang Yuhui, had such translucent skin, such perfect lines, and not an ounce of excess fat on her body.
Yang Xiaotian then gently spread Fang Yuhui's thighs apart and pushed them towards her chest. Now, the most intimate parts of the beautiful woman's body were completely exposed before his eyes. Fang Yuhui understood and pulled her legs back, lifting her buttocks completely off the bed. The lush green grass swayed slightly with Yang Xiaotian's breathing, but the mysterious entrance remained tightly closed, revealing only a red line glistening with dewdrops.
Under Yang Xiaotian's gaze, Fang Yuhui appeared exceptionally shy: "Tian'er... um... no... like this... I'm so embarrassed..."
Yang Xiaotian chuckled wickedly as he moved his body, pulling Fang Yuhui's thighs into his arms, pressing himself against her chest. His erect, hard penis rested on her delicate, sensitive petals, gently rubbing back and forth. While kissing Fang Yuhui's fragrant lips, he asked mischievously, "Master's wife, do you like this?" Fang
Yuhui, her eyes glazed over from her disciple Yang Xiaotian's teasing, gasped, "Ah...of course...of course I like it...Master's wife is so uncomfortable..."
Seeing his master's wife's distress, Yang Xiaotian could no longer restrain himself and thrust his enormous member into her paradise. In an instant, the battle erupted. One was the young, strong Yang Xiaotian, possessing unparalleled martial arts skills; the other was his beautiful master's wife, who had suppressed her desires for so long. Their battle was like dry wood meeting a raging fire, unstoppable.
Fang Yuhui's two pink arms wrapped tightly around Yang Xiaotian's waist like snakes. Her face was flushed, and she was shy and timid like a young girl. This alluring and charming demeanor made Yang Xiaotian's soul fly away, feeling as comfortable as if he were floating on clouds.
Fang Yuhui's eyes were tightly closed, her breath coming in short gasps, her face flushed. The intense sensory stimulation made her feel as if she were floating on clouds. She felt Yang Xiaotian's enormous size, like a burning, thick iron rod, inserted into her vagina, hot and hard, filling it completely, making it swell and throb with a mixture of pain, numbness, swelling, itching, sourness, and sweetness—a truly indescribable sensation.
Fang Yuhui subconsciously thrust her large, plump buttocks, trying to allow Yang Xiaotian's massive member to penetrate even deeper, moaning softly, "Ah...ah...beautiful...ah...beautiful...ah..."
Fang Yuhui's body writhed and trembled. This was a pleasure she had never experienced before, so comfortable, so exquisite. Until Fang Yuhui completely collapsed, her body convulsing, her cherry-like teeth chattering, and then she lay paralyzed on the bed, dead. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, as if her soul was gradually rising into the air, floating higher and higher. There was no end, no conclusion, just like the infinite extension of life's journey...
As Yang Xiaotian expected, after a night of revelry, his master's wife, Fang Yuhui, was completely conquered. For the next few days, Yang Xiaotian lived like a god, enjoying himself with his two wives every night before going to his master's wife's room for more pleasure. Seeing that Yang Xiaotian's techniques were limited, Fang Yuhui personally taught him more bedroom skills, much to his delight. During the day, after conquering his master's wife, Fang Yuhui, Yang Xiaotian's hands began to reach for his grandmother, Feng Ziling, and his fourth concubine, Zhang Yijia. Although there was no real progress, he still made advances, often arousing a strong desire in Feng Ziling and Zhang Yijia.
Another night, after his two wives, Liu Ruxian and Hua Lingrong, had fallen asleep in pleasure, Yang Xiaotian went to his master's wife Fang Yuhui's room. Each time, their lovemaking reached its peak.
Fang Yuhui was an incredibly beautiful and alluring woman, captivating Yang Xiaotian with her every move, driving him to relentlessly pursue her. She would respond with sweet moans and tender cries, enduring pain while yielding to his desires, entering a world of ecstasy. Finally, another battle drew to a close. Amidst Fang Yuhui's loud, soft moans, Yang Xiaotian released his life essence. Fang Yuhui, shyly embracing Yang Xiaotian, the man who would accompany her for life, the man who had completely opened her heart, drifted into a sweet dream. After
several days of continuous revelry, Yang Xiaotian gradually grasped the secret of his dual cultivation martial arts and began to use it with ease. This made him extremely happy. Seeing his beautiful master sleeping in his arms, Yang Xiaotian closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep as well.
The next day, Senior Sister Qin Xin'er returned, followed by Master Liu Minkai in the afternoon. Yang Xiaotian secretly groaned; his master's return meant he couldn't enjoy his time with his master's wife that night. However, this time, Yang Xiaotian noticed something different about Master Liu Minkai. In
the past
, Master Liu Minkai's eyes were always dull and lifeless, but Yang Xiaotian discovered that this time, his eyes were full of spirit, clearly indicating a high level of martial arts skill. Especially after Liu Minkai returned and saw Hua Lingrong and Zhang Yijia, the unconscious surprise he showed, though it escaped everyone's notice, was clearly seen by Yang Xiaotian. Yang Xiaotian was puzzled by his master's change but remained silent.
The return of her husband, Liu Minkai, filled Fang Yuhui with a profound sense of shame. As the wife of the Tianshan Sect's leader, the fact that she had engaged in an affair with her disciple made her feel deeply ashamed in front of her husband. She had once been a chaste woman, remaining celibate even after her husband hadn't touched her for years. Yet, her own disciple had taken her virginity, and she had become increasingly entangled in this affair, unable to extricate herself. This disciple was also her future son-in-law. Every time she thought of this relationship, Fang Yuhui felt a strange thrill amidst her shame.
After the meal, everyone returned to their rooms to rest. The most anxious were probably Yang Xiaotian and Fang Yuhui. Yang Xiaotian already considered his master's wife, Fang Yuhui, his woman, and naturally, he couldn't let anyone else touch her. Now that his master was back, the thought of their marital intimacy would likely occur, and this alone drove Yang Xiaotian to madness, even making him want to kill his master. As for Fang Yuhui, the return of her husband, Liu Minkai, stirred a pang of conscience within her. After her affair with Yang Xiaotian, she considered him her only man from now on. Would her husband be like before, or would they sleep in separate rooms?
Fang Yuhui sat anxiously on the edge of her bed, her thoughts racing. The surroundings were unusually quiet. Suddenly, footsteps approached, making Fang Yuhui's heart pound. Was it her husband?
The door opened, and Liu Minkai entered carrying a teacup. He said, "Madam, this is a snow lotus flower I specially brought for you from outside. Please try some."
Her husband's sudden concern touched Fang Yuhui deeply. She hadn't received such care from her husband in a long time, and at the same time, she felt even more guilty towards him. She slowly rose from the bedside, walked to Liu Minkai's side, and took the teacup from his hand. "Thank you for your concern, husband."
"Madam, please drink first." Liu Minkai stared intently at his beautiful wife, a glint of fire in his eyes.
Fang Yuhui, unsuspecting, downed the water in her teacup in one gulp. Seeing Fang Yuhui finish her tea, a wicked glint suddenly appeared in Liu Minkai's eyes. Of course, Fang Yuhui was busy drinking her tea and couldn't see it.
Seeing Fang Yuhui finish her drink, Liu Minkai said, "Madam, it's late, let's rest."
Hearing her husband's words, Fang Yuhui was startled. Why would her husband say such a thing? Before, when she asked him, he always refused. Why was he wanting her now that he was back?
Seeing Fang Yuhui's surprised expression, Liu Minkai asked, "Madam, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing," Fang Yuhui quickly replied, her heart in turmoil. She had already had a relationship with her apprentice, Yang Xiaotian, and now her husband wanted her too. What was she to do? In her panic, Fang Yuhui unconsciously took two steps back. Suddenly, she felt unwell again, a heat rising throughout her body, and her eyes began to blur.
Seeing Fang Yuhui's change, Liu Minkai suddenly burst into a wicked laugh. This laugh felt utterly foreign to Fang Yuhui, who was still somewhat conscious. Drowsily seeing her husband Liu Minkai staring at her with lustful intent, she exclaimed in surprise, "Husband, what are you doing?" Then, glancing at Liu Minkai again, she sensed something was amiss and said, "You're not my husband. Who are you?"
Liu Minkai looked at Fang Yuhui with a wicked smile. A fire burned within him—the fire of his inner lust. Fang Yuhui was slender and graceful, with snow-white, smooth skin; she was undoubtedly a top-quality woman, and playing with her would surely be incredibly pleasurable. He loved playing with chaste women like her most, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. His lust had overcome his reason, making him forget that in the darkness beside him, a pair of eyes were watching him.
Liu Minkai laughed heartily, "What a clever beauty! As expected of Liu Minkai's wife, you saw through this old man so quickly." He then wiped his face, revealing his true form—he had become a completely different person.
Fang Yuhui forced herself to remain calm. Upon seeing the newcomer, she stammered, "You...you are...Dongfang Jian!" At this moment, Fang Yuhui was both shocked and anxious. While speaking, she had checked her body and found that her martial arts were inexplicably suppressed. She felt weak all over, as if her body was on fire. Despair filled her heart. "Heavenly Father, oh Heavenly Father, where are you? Please come and save your master's wife!" Facing Dongfang Jian's wicked laughter, Fang Yuhui's heart felt as if it were breaking. A breath caught in her throat. In her heart, she wasn't calling for her husband, Liu Minkai, but for her lover, disciple, and son-in-law, Yang Xiaotian.
Dongfang Jian smiled wickedly. Seeing the change in Fang Yuhui, he knew that the aphrodisiac he had given her had taken effect. He then laughed and said, "My beauty, I always pamper obedient women and can be gentle with them in every way." His tone changed as he added, "But for disobedient women, I will make them suffer terribly. My beauty, you are so smart, you should know which one to choose." He slowly approached, his eyes lingering on Fang Yuhui's full breasts.
As Dongfang Jian approached, Fang Yuhui stumbled back a few steps. The effects of the drug had spread throughout her body. Fang Yuhui knew there was something wrong with the water in the teacup earlier; otherwise, she wouldn't be feeling so unwell. However, she couldn't muster the strength. In her heart, she could only weakly cry out, begging Yang Xiaotian to appear quickly. With her last shred of reason, she said, "You... what do you want to do... why did you disguise yourself as my husband... where is my husband... what is your purpose...?"
"Haha, your good husband has been imprisoned by me. Who told him to be so ungrateful and refuse to hand over the 'Cultivation of Life Sutra'? That's why I disguised myself and came to Tianshan to find the 'Cultivation of Life Sutra,' hehe, and also to have some fun with you, my beauty." Dongfang Jian smiled wickedly. He knew Fang Yuhui had lost control of the drug, which was why he said these words. He took two steps forward and pressed Fang Yuhui to the ground.
Fang Yuhui, outwardly gentle but inwardly strong, tried with all her might to push Dongfang Jian away, but his tall, imposing figure pressed down on her like a mountain, making it impossible to move him. Dongfang Jian, seeing Fang Yuhui's helpless, tearful state, felt a surge of pleasure and said wickedly, "Let's see how you escape my grasp." With that, he roughly tore open Fang Yuhui's red silk robe, revealing her pink undergarments, her breasts fully exposed through the thin fabric.
Dongfang Jian's eyes gleamed with lust. "Large and firm, truly a fine piece." He couldn't wait to kiss her. Suddenly, he cried out, blood streaming from his ear. Fang Yuhui had bitten him.
Injured, Dongfang Jian was filled with hatred and no longer showed any mercy. He slapped Fang Yuhui twice hard, saying, "You wretch, you don't know what's good for you! I'll teach you a lesson!" Dongfang Jian's blows were extremely heavy; blood trickled from the corner of Fang Yuhui's mouth.
Fang Yuhui said hatefully, "How could you defile my pure body? You are the head of the Dongfang family, a renowned hero in the martial world, yet you have committed such a shameless act!" She then attempted to bite her tongue to commit suicide, but Dongfang Jian, quick as lightning, had already struck Fang Yuhui's pressure points, saying, "Want to die? Impossible! I will make you suffer the most humiliation, then hand over the *Cultivation of Life Sutra* before you die." He then kissed Fang Yuhui's delicate neck and tore open her underwear with his right hand.
Fang Yuhui was unable to die, thinking, "Heavens! Is my pure and innocent body going to be ruined by this devil? Heaven, where are you? Please come and save me!" Tears of humiliation streamed down her face.
Unable to bear the darkness any longer, Yang Xiaotian roared and unleashed his full inner energy, lunging at Dongfang Jian. Dongfang Jian, preoccupied with dealing with Fang Yuhui beneath him, had no time to react. By the time he turned and heard the shout, Yang Xiaotian's palm had already struck Dongfang Jian's back. Dongfang Jian screamed miserably, coughing up blood and dying. Normally, Yang Xiaotian would be no match for Dongfang Jian. Dongfang Jian was a top-tier martial artist, while Yang Xiaotian, though possessing profound inner strength, only had mediocre martial arts techniques. In a direct confrontation, Yang Xiaotian would likely be outmatched. However, Dongfang Jian, consumed by lust, hadn't anticipated Yang Xiaotian's appearance, thus suffering a full-force attack. Yang Xiaotian's strike utilized all his inner strength, so Dongfang Jian died before he could even react.
Why was Yang Xiaotian here? It turns out that after his master returned, Yang Xiaotian noticed something was off about him. After dinner, he paid his respects to his grandmother and fourth aunt, then returned to his room to rest. After several nights of passion, his two wives couldn't bear Yang Xiaotian's advances and went to sleep early to avoid him. Yang Xiaotian felt sorry for his wives and didn't wake them, because he was thinking about his master's wife. Since conquering his master's wife, Fang Yuhui, he had considered her his wife. Now that his master was back, he imagined the two of them enjoying themselves in bed, which made Yang Xiaotian very uncomfortable, yet unavoidable. Jealousy rose in his heart, so he boldly went to his master's wife's room to see what she and his master were doing. As soon as he arrived, he saw the scene where Liu Minkai had previously called Fang... The scene of Yu Hui drinking water, and the subsequent changes, greatly surprised Yang Xiaotian. When he heard that the visitor wasn't his master, but rather Dongfang Jian, the head of the Dongfang family, who was on par with his father Yang Yuanmu, Yang Xiaotian dared not act rashly. Dongfang Jian's martial arts were among the best in the martial world. Yang Xiaotian knew his own internal strength was profound, but he hadn't yet mastered the essence of the "Demon God's Evil Art" and the "Wordless Heavenly Book," so he dared not move. Although he had a heart set on saving his master's wife, Fang Yu Hui, he dared not act rashly and could only wait for an opportunity in the shadows. Finally, he saw Dongfang Jian tear open Fang Yu Hui's clothes. Yang Xiaotian could no longer bear it, and Dongfang Jian was at his weakest at this moment. Yang Xiaotian channeled all his internal strength into a desperate struggle. Before Dongfang Jian could react, he died under Yang Xiaotian's palm.
The powerful internal energy caused Yang Xiaotian's face to slowly turn pale and contort. He watched as Dongfang Jian fell silently to the ground like mud before he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "That was close."

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