The Goddess's Cinnabar

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He stood motionless amidst a cluster of blooming flowers and lush trees, the shadows of the thicket concealing his figure. Yet, the bright moonlight, filtering through the dappled foliage, faintly illuminated his face, reflecting his anguished struggle. Clearly, he was utterly bewildered and frantic, his handsome features distorted to the point of distortion.
However, the moonlight, clear and bright, revealed everything it had cleansed. His blue Taoist robe and the faint traces of dignified composure on his face made him easily recognizable as none other than Yin Zhiping, the current leader and future head of the Quanzhen Sect, the foremost sect in the land.
He should have been cultivating within the Quanzhen Sect, but instead, he stood here in a peach grove outside the ancient tomb in Zhongnan Mountain, lost in thought, his expression one of reverie.
All this was because before him lay an open space, the grass lush and green, glistening with dewdrops, pink peach blossoms drifting down, and in the center of the meadow, a woman in flowing robes, her black hair flying, revealed a face of pristine beauty, a face that haunted his dreams, ethereal as a fairy, seemingly ready to vanish into thin air.
A peerless beauty, detached from the world.
Yin Zhiping was a man of reserved emotions. He had grown up in the Quanzhen Sect, which was his entire dream and life. Although he was still dressed as a lay disciple, he knew clearly and firmly that he had dedicated his life to the Quanzhen Sect, and nothing could touch his heart.
Encountering Xiaolongnu, this white-clad woman who now seemed to have been immobilized by Ouyang Feng's acupuncture points, was undoubtedly a cruel joke played on him by fate. But he did not resent this joke, even though he vaguely knew that it might overturn the life he had painstakingly built.
Regardless, at this moment, before him was only one woman, a woman of pure beauty and captivating allure.
A woman, conscious yet powerless to struggle, remained composed and serene, which only added a touch of melancholy to her already unparalleled beauty, making her seem like a dream, pitiful and endearing. He gazed deeply at her, watching her ethereal face bathed in moonlight, sometimes as clear as jade, sometimes flushed like cinnabar. He guessed she was struggling to open her acupoints; the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra was no ordinary technique. He thought that he would probably never again be able to quietly watch her like this, on such a beautiful moonlit night, at such close proximity. To his surprise, a long time had passed, and although he was so engrossed in the moment that he had forgotten the time, Xiaolongnu still hadn't opened her acupoints on her own. Seeing the fleeting look of dejection in her eyes, tinged with a hint of painful sorrow, he felt a deep pain in his heart. While secretly cursing Ouyang Feng's vicious acupoint-sealing technique, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved that he could spend a few more moments with the beauty of his dreams. A moment is eternity, at this moment, for him.
He had never seen a woman like this before, so ethereal and forlorn, her aloofness and detachment from the world seemingly innate. Even though she was so close, she still felt worlds apart, unapproachable and untouchable.
He first saw her at the Quanzhen Sect. They were dealing with a third-generation disciple who had committed a crime, I think his name was Yang Guo or something. He had heard that he was taken in through the connection of the great hero Guo Jing. He didn't care about such things; he was just a spoiled brat. Besides, Yang Guo's master was Zhao Zhijing, whom he despised the most.
But why was this Yang Guo so favored by the heavens, that a fairy would turn against their Quanzhen Sect because of him, even taking him into the Ancient Tomb, spending every day with him, and now they were even living together... No, she was a pure and innocent fairy, there was absolutely no way she could have any connection with this spoiled brat Yang Guo. At most, she had only taken him in out of pity for his homelessness. Right, weren't they master and disciple? But how could they have such an intimate relationship?
He could never forget the first time he saw Xiaolongnu. She was dressed in white, her eyes as pure as autumn water, yet as cold as frost. Although she was enough to ignite his deepest love, her otherworldly beauty ultimately made him hesitate, never daring to entertain too many fantasies.
But now, she stood gracefully in the wind amidst fragrant grass and peach blossoms, her snow-white clothes and jet-black hair adorned with pink petals, like a fairy descended to earth. Finally, his hesitant and struggling heart was completely captivated. The moonlit night he dreamed of was within reach. He decided to stop hesitating, even if it meant eternal damnation in the cycle of darkness.
He staggered out of the dense forest, towards the fairy of his dreams struggling in the mortal world. One step, two steps, three steps… He slowly approached, the closer he got, the more nervous he became, the more powerless he felt. He couldn't turn back. Finally, he reached her so close he could hear her breath, the fragrance of her skin and hair filling his nostrils—natural, pure, and invigorating.
Raising a trembling hand, he slowly but firmly reached for her shoulder, his fingertips finding the perfect spot. He lightly touched her, then withdrew, his body moving with a graceful, fleeting movement. Heavens—he had finally touched the skin of the fairy of his dreams, though a layer of snow-white robes still separated them.
"Huh? Why is she still standing there so quietly? Could it be that her pressure points haven't been released yet? Impossible! With the profound martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect, how could they not be able to release a mere pressure point from Ouyang Feng? Could it be that his excitement earlier clouded his judgment, causing him to misjudge his strength? Or has his own thought and action offended the spirits of the Quanzhen Sect's ancestors?" After a long while, seeing no movement from Xiaolongnu, he grew increasingly suspicious.
Finally, unable to resist, he approached her again, this time with the same lightning speed as when he had retreated.
Her snow-white dress concealed her delicate, jade-like shoulders. The thin, delicate fabric, easily swayed by the spring breeze, accentuated Xiaolongnu's slender and graceful white breasts.
He was taller than her, and looking through her neck from the side and behind, he could vaguely see two firm, prominent peaks adorning her long, beautiful breasts. These peaks, like two points of longing, flew into his eyes and settled in his heart.
Desire, like a dream in the dark night, grew wildly within him; all his pent-up desire for her swelled rapidly. Yet, something held him back, preventing it from reaching its breaking point. As he reached out to touch her exquisitely beautiful face, as serene as water flowing through a forest, he hesitated, filled with fear. An inexplicable emotion arose within him; he tried to struggle and resist, but nothing could change it. He could only temporarily allow it to dominate his heart. Fortunately, its beauty, like the fleeting bloom of the ephemera, was irresistible yet ephemeral. A night breeze blew, and a strand of black hair fell, brushing against his hand that was about to touch her smooth, delicate face. Startled, he quickly withdrew his hand, as if unwilling to defile this sacredness. In the gentle breeze, petals fell, adorning her face with a rosy hue, while her beautiful, flushed cheeks were strewn with loose strands of hair, like the tassels dangling from a bride's phoenix crown. A bright red phoenix crown, black tassels. Tonight, she was his bride! She could only be his bride!
Having made up his mind, he reached out and tightly embraced her slender waist from behind, his cheeks rubbing against her smooth hair, inhaling her fragrant scent. He murmured, as if in a dream, "Long'er, you are mine. No one can take you from my arms. Tonight, I will make you my bride!" As he spoke, a surge of passion overwhelmed him once more. He casually untied the silk scarf tied around Xiaolongnu's waist and gently covered her face and head. Subconsciously, he didn't want his sacred fairy to see his "filthy" and profane act.
The grass was long and soft, and there was a bed of fallen petals scattered on the ground, so Xiaolongnu felt no discomfort when she was laid down. However, her eyes, which had been closed as she circulated her inner energy, felt something gently touching them. When she slowly opened them, she saw nothing, even though she could see as clearly as in daylight. It was obviously covered.
At first, she suddenly realized someone had embraced her tightly. The person was initially very timid, but gradually became more audacious and bolder, even greedily kneading her soft, reserved waist. She was terrified and wanted to scream, but her tongue was too weak to move, and she was powerless to struggle. She was truly filled with fear, shame, and indignation. But things didn't stop there. Even though her face was covered by a thin veil, she could still feel the person intensifying their actions, kissing her cheeks and even her lips. Her first thought was that Ouyang Feng had suddenly raped her, but when her face touched the man's, she felt that his face was smooth, unlike Ouyang Feng's full beard.
Instantly, her heart fluttered, her fear subsided, and desire arose. She thought to herself, "So Yang Guo is too mischievous. He actually came to tease me."
No wonder he didn't release his pressure points first, and even covered his face with a silk handkerchief; he was afraid she would scold him and forbid it. "Guo'er, you don't know that your aunt loves you the most. No matter what you want to do, your aunt will ultimately… grant your request. What a mischievous little devil!"
Lost in thought, Xiaolongnu watched as his hands continued their activities. Lost in her own world, she felt the hands around her waist becoming increasingly unruly, slowly beginning to undress her. Unable to move due to her pressure points being sealed, she could only submit, feeling both delighted and shy.
Even if Xiaolongnu's pressure points were released now, she probably wouldn't be able to resist, because she felt those large hands caressing her as if they possessed a strange power, making her body weak. Fortunately, she was lying on the ground; otherwise, she would have had no strength to stand.
Aside from Xiaolongnu's bewildered state, Yin Zhiping was also dumbfounded, deeply shocked by the beautiful sight before him. Before him stood the woman he had always dreamt of, yet even in his sweetest dreams, he had never imagined she would appear before him in such a state: her upper garment and undergarment had been pulled down to her waist, revealing a slender waist that could be encircled with a single hand. Below, her rounded, shallow navel resembled a strange, lost dream, and in that deep, intimate area, hidden beneath the thin silk undergarment, a patch of soft, downy hair was faintly visible, tangled and messy like the jumbled thoughts in his heart. The hair was dark and alluring, her skin translucent like jade, creating a breathtaking contrast with her smooth, flowing hair cascading down her white face, subtly revealing a captivating allure that stirred his heart!
Although she was lying on her back, her pert, full buttocks still accentuated her slender waist. To Yin Zhiping, her waist was so delicate and light as to be almost insignificant, her beauty so fragile it seemed she couldn't bear the weight of her clothes. No words he knew could adequately describe her unparalleled beauty.
Even though she was veiled, he could still vaguely see her: in her half-open eyes, her slightly pursed lips, and the fluttering of her nostrils, a hazy, dreamlike vision was already unfolding.
The dream was about to end, but the play was about to begin.
His desire raged, and even in his ecstasy, he remained acutely aware that the two crimson nipples atop her snow-capped peaks, swaying and standing erect in the cool spring breeze, were a breathtaking allure, a heartbreaking beauty, especially against her snow-white, crystalline, naked body.
Moreover, although Xiaolongnu's face was obscured, her expression was unmistakably shy and delicate. Otherwise, when the breeze lifted a corner of the veil, there would be no way to find that lingering blush on her fair face—the alluring blush born of shyness, a dreamlike quality. That touch of blush against her snow-white skin made her exceptionally pitiful, giving her an otherworldly quality. And since only shyness was visible, not anger, and there were no tear stains on the veil, then she, in truth, didn't completely reject him, did she?
With this realization, Yin Zhiping's heart nearly burst with joy, yet his movements became even gentler. Holy fairy, did she truly allow me such recklessness?
After tonight, even if she could still be so beautiful, even more radiant! But in the stormy night, all the delicate peach blossoms on the trees would surely have fallen and withered. And her snow-white robes would surely be covered with fallen petals—a scene of changed beauty!
But amidst the falling leaves and piling peach blossoms, does she remember how many times she indulged in pleasure in her dreams?
And in the morning after the rain, in the midnight reverie, does she recall how many times the flowers fell during the night?
He stopped his frivolous actions, knelt before Xiaolongnu, and gazed at her closely: when they first met, although she was a slender woman, her two emerald eyebrows, like distant, winding mountains, concealed bright, autumn-water-like eyes, exuding a calm and composed demeanor, even possessing a gentle yet awe-inspiring air.
Now, lying here, she seemed more fragile than anyone else, like a piece of porcelain that one would think would easily shatter even if held in the palm of one's hand. A profound pity, though it could solidify into a tenderness bordering on pain, could also simultaneously evoke a sinister desire akin to destruction!
He gazed at her again, at this woman with a beautiful, radiant face, so pure and clear as to be almost translucent, this woman now, her robes half-undone, her jade-like body lying before him amidst fragrant flowers and herbs. He seemed determined to etch this scene deeply into his heart, to preserve it as a memory!
As delicate as a flower, as alluring as water, her graceful movements whispered like a spring dream!
As pure as snow, her face as clear as jade, the passage of time had imbued her with a gentle, melodious song!
He couldn't resist. Carefully, he leaned down, deftly lifting one side of the veil, and lowered his head to kiss those two red lips he had longed for day and night. The soft, fragrant touch made him swoon, and he couldn't help but want more.
Was it the deep longing etched in his dreams that had solidified into a rich spring on his lips? Why did he feel a secret nectar, a fragrant exchange, gradually forming between their lips?
Never mind, he relentlessly sucked at the fragrance of her red lips, his tongue trying to pry open the two neatly closed labia, searching for the source of that fragrant nectar, to be freely and unrestrainedly drawn in—this was the happiness he had dreamed of all his life.
"Hoo—" After a soft panting sound, he finally succeeded in breaching the fragile defenses of Xiaolongnu's cherry lips, entering her paradise, and capturing her tender pink lips. Their bodies intertwined, their fragrance filling his mouth, their breath like orchids, enough to intoxicate him and ignite his desire!
After a long and passionate embrace, they reluctantly parted, still wanting more. He stared at her lips, which he loved so much, and found that she was pressing them tightly together, causing her pink lips to bleed a deep, luscious red. As the veil was lifted, her cheeks were flushed, revealing two deep dimples. The breaths that seemed to emanate from the depths of her soul emanated from her delicate, pretty nose—no wonder they felt so captivating and alluring.
He leaned down again and kissed her, gently licking the tip of her nose through the veil with his tongue, while his head pressed against her forehead, caressing it tenderly, unable to stop for a long time!
The faint fragrance emanating from Xiaolongnu was like orchids and musk, and her beauty, originally pure and ethereal, was enhanced by the allure of spring in her eyes, adding a touch of captivating charm. Her exquisitely beautiful features revealed a breathtakingly alluring grace, making her bloom like a rare orchid in a secluded valley before his eyes.
This captivating charm made him want to gradually blush her face, a smile like peach blossoms carried on the wind, transforming into a beautiful spring dream. At this moment, seeing her face as beautiful as spring flowers, he wanted to see how her naked body could stir up such a passionate allure. Driven
by his desire, and with both his words and actions, Xiaolongnu's beauty was blossoming wildly, a blush creeping up her jade-like cheeks; a rosy hue sliding down her delicate neck; and a burning red spreading across her bare breasts. Her breasts, originally as translucent as jade and as smooth as frost, now faintly revealed a pinkish hue. The pale areolas, instead of expanding outwards with the growth of her breasts, instead tightly encircled the center of her nipples. Those strikingly beautiful, glistening, bright red nipples, like a memory of longing, were imprinted on his heart, something he could never forget!
The moonlight in the mountains was still bright, filtering through the branches and leaves onto Xiaolongnu's jade-like, alabaster-colored naked body, adding a jade-like luster. The dappled light and shadow perfectly outlined the curves of her firm breasts, highlighting the two cherry-red nipples, truly arousing the imagination. Her
bare arms hung at her sides, white and slender. Her ten delicate, spring-green fingers, in the shadows where the moonlight didn't reach, still radiated a soft glow. Her unpainted, rounded nails were a natural rose-red, and a few, bathed in moonlight, exuded a seductive, alluring charm that stirred his heart! A
surge of spring-like desire washed over him. He couldn't resist taking one of her hands in his arms until her fingertips touched his face. With a slight pressure and a slight tremor, her smooth fingertips lightly brushed against his face, making his heart itch unbearably.
As her fingertips gently brushed against his dry, burning lips, he couldn't suppress his surging passion. He reached out and grasped her jade-like wrist, taking each of her five fingertips into his mouth, gently sucking and licking them with his tongue. The taste was fragrant, smooth, and tender, intoxicating him, and he couldn't put them down!
"Mmm—" Feeling the slight tickle from his tongue licking her fingertips, even though she couldn't open her mouth to moan because her pressure points were pressed, Xiaolongnu couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
Who could resist the caresses and teasing of their beloved? At this moment, Xiaolongnu was convinced that the one playing with her chaste and reserved body was Yang Guo, whom she secretly loved. Naturally, she was easily aroused, her breath coming in soft gasps, her desire rising.
Yin Zhiping, of course, was unaware of Xiaolongnu's thoughts. All he saw was a blush spreading across her jade-like face, her beauty breathtaking! Though still pitifully beautiful and charming, she had finally lost that aloof and detached air, making her seem like a fairy descended to earth, no longer as isolated from the world as before, seemingly untouched by human affairs.
He clearly preferred to see this side of Xiaolongnu, but it had to be shown only to him, appreciated only by him alone!
His hand traced down her smooth, bare arm from her wrist, gently caressing her delicate shoulder, pausing there, feeling the soft, boneless touch of her rounded arm. At the same time, he freed his other hand to grasp her wrist again, reluctantly withdrawing her slender, delicate fingers from his mouth. A thin line of dew still clung to her delicate, pink fingertips, making them appear even more translucent and alluring, like dewdrops on an orchid!
As he guided her delicate hand to caress his cheek, he bent down, lowered his body, and kissed her smooth forehead and delicate eyebrows. His tongue traced her long, slightly upturned, dark eyelashes, gradually moving to her glistening earlobe. His teeth gently nibbled at it, and his tongue tip probed the beautifully curved earlobe, watching with satisfaction as the pink blush spread further, quickly enveloping her entire head.
Throughout these actions, he subconsciously did not completely lift the veil, at least not letting it leave her eyes, which were already tightly closed with shyness.
Yin Zhiping's burning lips swirled down, seeking her fragrant lips. As their lips and tongues intertwined, their hearts were filled with surging love and passion. Xiaolongnu was even more overwhelmed, her mind in a daze, her breath quickening, unable to control herself as shy desire burned her cheeks and every inch of her exposed skin. Meanwhile, his fingers, which had been resting on her shoulder, slowly moved towards her breasts, caressing her untouched, virginal peaks. He felt a shiver run through his hand as he touched her breasts; one could imagine the electric, tingling sensation that surged through Xiaolongnu's sensitive, delicate virgin body, then spread throughout her entire being, engulfing her like a tidal wave. His fingers continued to roam over her breasts, tracing every inch of her nipples, feeling them grow and protrude in his palms. From her fair chest, the smooth cleavage, the tender peaks, to the rosy nipples… her breath filled the air with a fragrance like orchids and musk, yet her skin was as soft and supple as cotton. It was strange that Xiaolongnu, with her pure, aloof, and solitary nature, possessed such soft, boneless skin, warm and fragrant. Every unintentional soft moan was enough to drive one mad!
His hands roamed back and forth, each time lingering on her breasts and the two rosy nipples, gently pinching and kneading, but this still seemed insufficient to satisfy her burning desire.
He heard Xiaolongnu's rapid, heavy breathing beside him. After his previous actions, Yin Zhiping was no longer the clueless, unromantic man he once was; he knew how to cherish a beauty. Therefore, he gladly obeyed her wishes, using both hands to launch a relentless assault on her body.
When his hands finally gently tore away the disheveled clothes that had been tangled around Xiaolongnu's waist, completely exposing her chaste body to his eyes, his mind went blank. He felt his mouth go dry, and for a moment, he was speechless and unable to move.
Xiaolongnu stretched out her long, beautiful legs, a few thin, dark strands of hair swaying between them in the spring breeze. A delicate pink peach blossom drifted down, landing precisely on the tuft of hair, forming a striking black-red hue, exceptionally beautiful and alluring. Yin Zhiping could no longer restrain himself. He bent down, his hands caressing the smooth inside of her legs, while his lips sought the delicate peach blossom. He greedily inhaled the fragrance of the peach blossom, gently parting it, his tongue licking the black hairs that seemed to entwine with tender feelings. A strange fragrance filled his mouth and nose, intoxicating him.
"A land of gentle pleasures, heaven on earth," Yin Zhiping thought, but he wasn't in a hurry to explore the fragrance emanating from the depths of this dreamlike paradise. He shifted his focus, using both his mouth and hands to caress and kiss her as he descended, until he reached Xiaolongnu's exquisite, moon-like feet, where he lingered for a moment, reluctant to leave.
Under the moonlight, Xiaolongnu was completely naked, except for her perfect, delicate feet, which remained hidden in her three-inch golden lotuses, unseen by the sun. Yin Zhiping, naturally, was unwilling to waste such a beautiful sight, nor could he
allow Xiaolongnu to cherish them so much. He carefully and tenderly held Xiaolongnu's three-inch golden lotuses in his hands, gently lifting them with his palms, caressing and playing with them with great affection, secretly praising them in his heart: "Exquisite golden lotuses, perfectly proportioned, like Xi Shi holding her heart, her frowns and smiles are natural. One cannot be without them, nor can there be two!" Although Yin Zhiping was a Taoist priest, he was a lay disciple, and he had discovered at some point that he had a very peculiar fetish, which had once made him extremely ashamed and which he had always tried to suppress. However, when he first saw Xiaolongnu, this fetish, which he had been struggling to suppress, was finally completely aroused and could no longer be controlled.
"With light steps, her silk stockings stirred up dust," Yin Zhiping had read the timeless "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" before joining the Quanzhen Sect. He had longed for the fairy's feet, even wishing to "make silk shoes to accompany her." For a Taoist practitioner like himself, this was a case of "others may not praise it, but I alone know its beauty."
Now, with Xiaolongnu's jade-like body lying before him, her jade feet in his grasp, his long-cherished wish fulfilled, he was incredibly excited. Originally, Xiaolongnu was no less important to him than the Goddess of the Luo River; now, he felt an even greater sense of closeness. Based on
his private knowledge of the limitations of bound feet, Yin Zhiping knew that Xiaolongnu's lotus feet were of the highest quality, adorned with a delicate cloud pattern. The grass-green soles, white stilettos, and lotus blossoms densely covering the uppers symbolized a fairyland scene, light steps, and a pure, pristine lotus emerging from the water. After fondling them for a long time, Yin Zhiping reluctantly and gently removed the pair of golden lotuses, placing them lightly aside. Greedy as he was, he naturally didn't want to miss the chance to admire the pristine white silk stockings and the exquisitely beautiful feet hidden beneath them.
With a gentle flip of his hand, Xiaolongnu's delicate golden lotuses gracefully fell to the ground. What came into view was a pair of pure white, unadorned silk stockings. Having lived in the Ancient Tomb since childhood, Xiaolongnu naturally neither knew nor understood foot binding, yet the pair of jade feet held in his palms were so exquisitely delicate—naturally three-inch golden lotuses.
The moonlight, like snow, filtered through the treetops, creating a hazy, ethereal glow, perfectly showcasing the exquisite curves of these feet, imbued with the spirit of heaven and earth. The thin, almost transparent silk stockings couldn't completely conceal them; the beautiful outline of her tender red toes was faintly visible. Through the white stockings, one could even see the toenails on each jade-like toe and the alluring gaps between them.
Even more remarkable was that, with the movements of Yin Zhiping's hands, Xiaolongnu's naked body, lying on her back, swayed gently. Her legs, which had been pressed together, began to open and close slightly, revealing her pink paradise in fleeting glimpses. Her snow-white stockings were gradually pulled down, revealing a section of her calves that were as clear as jade, and her rounded ankles that were white with a hint of pink. It was truly a seductive charm that captivated the soul!
As the stockings fluttered to the ground, Yin Zhiping took a deep breath, his gaze instantly fixed on Xiaolongnu's perfect, unparalleled feet, which were completely exposed to the air. They were a beauty that surpassed anything in this mortal world, just as the ancient saying goes: "Carved jade and entwined with fragrance, cut clouds and sculpted the moon," like a new lotus petal emerging from the moon, its delicate and tender beauty blooming like a flower.
The delicate foot, gently held in the palm, is as white as jade, with a subtle, crystalline luster. The soft, perfect curve of the instep resembles a crescent moon, slender and no more than three inches long, graceful and charming. The ankle is slender and rosy, the arch is slightly high, the curve is beautiful, and the foot is soft and boneless. The toes are even and neat, like ten slender scallions, and the jade-like reddish toenails are like pearls interlocked.
Her slightly protruding heels were rounded and delicate, tapering inwards at the ankles. Due to her long stay in the ancient tomb and limited walking, the skin there was not a single dead skin or callus, but was incredibly smooth and delicate. The entire sole of her foot curved into a beautiful arc, exuding unparalleled allure. When
Yin Zhiping first saw Xiaolongnu's graceful steps, she was so delicate and shy, her slender figure a picture of beauty, like a willow swaying in the wind, so charming that she seemed to need someone to support her. He had already imagined what kind of breathtakingly beautiful feet this fairy-like beauty possessed, but he never expected that she would be born with three-inch golden lotuses, shaped like spring bamboo shoots, soft and boneless, just the right size to hold in one hand.
As if he had found a treasure, Yin Zhiping couldn't help but turn his hand over, gripping the arch of her foot with four fingers and gently stroking the sole with his thumb, feeling the soft and plump skin of her sole. He imagined the beautiful ripples that appeared on the sole of her foot as it automatically contracted due to a slight itch, causing countless ripples to spread through his heart.
Greedy as he was, he wasn't satisfied with just that. He cupped her golden lotus feet in his palms again, his fingers gently pinching her ankles. Gazing at Xiaolongnu's delicate toenails, naturally adorned with a ring of rose-red nail polish, their slender, pink appearance so endearing, he couldn't resist lowering his head and taking each nail into his mouth, greedily sucking on them.
He meticulously licked each one, even occasionally nibbling at the tender tips with his teeth, feeling them involuntarily curl and contract adorably in his mouth. His heart pounded with excitement, and his hands involuntarily increased their pressure, greedily kneading her slender, jade-like feet.
Although Xiaolongnu's body was limp and unable to move due to the pressure points being pressed, waves of tingling sensation between her toes traveled to her heart and then spread throughout her body, causing her breathing to quicken, her whole body to flush red, and her insteps to involuntarily straighten, forming several adorable creases on the soles of her feet, exceptionally alluring.
Yin Zhiping savored the sweetness of the beauty's toes, inhaling their faint fragrance. He would suckle them vigorously, then lick the tender flesh between the toes and soles with his tongue, then separate the toes and lick the gaps between them, until he had sucked every single one before reluctantly letting go.
Under his thorough kisses and licks, and with the added moisture of his saliva, the pair of jade-like feet in his hands displayed a different kind of charm than before.
The skin on her feet, originally as white as jade, was now filled with a delicate pink. Her tightly closed toes stretched out, each one neatly arranged like a spring onion, slender and long, the tips curving together like a crescent moon. Her still-moist toenails were translucent, adorned with rosy halos at the base of her toes, shimmering with a natural, healthy glow in the moonlight. The arches of her feet, worn down by the abuse, curved slightly upwards, the insteps arched high, and the slightly protruding ankles were smooth and slender, the ankle bones almost invisible, making them irresistibly alluring.
In his agitated state, he couldn't help but knead them vigorously, causing faint red marks to appear on these originally white and delicate feet, especially on the insteps. Due to the taut skin, the pale blue veins crisscrossed among the red marks, a startling sight that evoked a feeling of tenderness and affection—truly a delicate beauty, as if afraid to hold it in the palm of one's hand, yet worried it would melt in one's mouth.
Little Dragon Girl, however, felt a deep shyness. Her face was covered by a light veil, her eyes unable to see clearly. She could only vaguely see a man holding her precious feet in his hands, lovingly playing with and even kissing them. Although she was convinced that the one caressing her was her beloved Yang Guo, she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, and how could she not feel a little uneasy?
Furthermore, her delicate feet, a woman's most private possession, were not to be casually touched even by her husband, to whom she had entrusted her life. Now, with her stockings removed, her feet were completely exposed to the chilly spring night air. Although her body was unable to move, her feet, unable to withstand the stimulation, involuntarily straightened, trembling like helpless flower buds in the night wind.
Extremely shy and unable to bear the tickling, Xiaolongnu felt her face burning and her heart pounding. Her naked body felt as if it had been set ablaze, becoming scalding hot. And in the most chaste and private depths of her body, it was as if it had been boiled, involuntarily overflowing with a large amount of hot nectar, soaking her clothes and the grass between her thighs. She wanted to cross her legs and rub them together to comfort and cover up this embarrassing predicament, but she was powerless to do so. She could only helplessly endure her lover's wanton and wanton ravaging.
Gazing at Xiaolongnu's crystal-clear, white, tender, and soft legs, Yin Zhiping couldn't resist the urge to kiss them. He finally released the beauty's long-suffering feet, instead hoisting them onto his shoulders, around his neck, and turning his head from side to side, his large mouth taking turns kissing her smooth and elastic calves.
This forced Xiaolongnu's legs apart, her last barrier of chastity breached. Yin Zhiping's gaze followed his kisses, moving closer and closer to her trembling lips. Even in her dazed state, Xiaolongnu, still feeling the sensation, felt an electric shock deep within her flower garden, uncontrollably overflowing with more nectar.
Consumed by lust, Yin Zhiping continued kissing while simultaneously tearing off his own clothes, his eyes fixed on the two trembling petals between Xiaolongnu's legs, his mouth and nose filled with the sweet fragrance of overflowing nectar. He felt he couldn't bear it for even a moment longer, only wanting to be close to those two nectar-soaked, even more pink and alluring petals.
In an instant, his head was close to the beauty's boudoir, where the water flowed gently. Her flower-like lips, damp from the wind and rain, remained tightly closed, winding into a thin pink slit, guarding the boudoir's last vestige of purity, not allowing any wanton intrusion or desecration. Little Dragon Girl was both ashamed and anxious, with a hidden, indescribable joy. She could even feel her lover's hot, rapid breath in her most chaste garden, bringing waves of tingling pleasure to the tender skin between her lips and jade legs. The extremely shameful scene, though she knew she couldn't see it, she still nervously closed her eyes tightly.
Her starry eyes snapped open again, and suddenly, an indescribable, tingling pleasure surged from her lower body like lightning, causing her heart to tremble violently. She wanted to cry out but was powerless, unable to resist, only letting out a short, rapid moan from her nose.
The moment Xiaolongnu's lips trembled in the air, Yin Zhiping kissed them. The smooth, moist lips seemed to melt into his mouth, a fragrant nectar flowing in, filling his mouth with sweetness.
His hands caressed her tender, white legs, and Yin Zhiping pressed closer, his love undiminished. He extended his nimble tongue, gently parting her tightly closed lips, licking the warm, smooth flesh within. His eyes, however, could not glimpse the beauty within, for as soon as his tongue withdrew, her lips responded instantly, closing tightly again, displaying astonishing resilience.
Lacking patience, he simply gave up. He relentlessly pressed on, his tongue plunging deep into the flower's depths, roaming freely. Suddenly, his tongue touched something hot and slippery. Before he could even savor it, a soft, plaintive cry reached his ears. The soft flesh inside the flower immediately convulsed and trembled from the stimulation, contracting and releasing. A pair of long, beautiful legs, perched on his shoulders, straightened, and amidst the trembling of the flower, nectar flowed freely, indicating a small climax.
A large amount of thick nectar poured into his mouth, which Yin Zhiping accepted without reservation, swallowing every last drop. He found it exceptionally sweet and delicious. Still wanting more, he smacked his lips, watching the pink lips still unconsciously opening and closing, oozing strands of nectar, irresistibly tempting him to lower his lips again.
After savoring the moment repeatedly, still unsatisfied, he impatiently crouched down on the soft grass, spread his legs, and wrapped them around Xiaolongnu's waist and hips. With a slight effort, he pressed his body close to Xiaolongnu's open thighs, and instantly, his erect penis pressed straight against the gap between her two swollen and exceptionally beautiful labia, ready to be released. Struggling to resist the tingling sensation from her labia as they gently sucked on the head of his penis, he breathed heavily and said in a rough voice, "Long'er, whether you know who I am or not, I'm coming!" His voice was somewhat indistinct due to excessive excitement.
Xiaolongnu was already lost in the boundless sea of desire, unable to extricate herself. Her reason had been burned away by the infernal fire of lust, and she was completely oblivious to everything else. Her entire being felt an intense hunger deep within her flower garden, and waves of overwhelming desire surged towards her. In her confused and infatuated state, she subconsciously responded in her heart: "This little rascal, all I want now is your care and pampering. Who cares who you are?" "Minds are connected at the same time," and in response, Yin Zhiping, unable to restrain himself any longer, inhaled and lifted his hips. With a burst of strength, his male member thrust straight into her, breaking through her last barrier of chastity, penetrating to the very depths of her flower garden, and completely possessing her sacred virgin body.
Perhaps because she had already experienced a small climax, or perhaps psychologically, Xiaolongnu wasn't fully aware that losing one's virginity inevitably involves pain. She only felt a slight stinging sensation, followed by the complete filling of the emptiness deep within her flower chamber. An almost frenzied pleasure instantly overwhelmed all her senses.
Unfortunately, her pressure points had been pressed, rendering her unable to move or speak. This overflowing pleasure had no outlet, only accumulating and spreading throughout her body, until her entire skin, even her toes, convulsed with pleasure. A
thick, unyielding spring tide gathered in her heart, and the shameful emptiness in her lower body was instantly filled, transforming into a strange, unbearable tingling. With the thrusting movements of her beloved, wave after wave crashed against the depths of her flower chamber. The annoying, shameful sounds of the impact seemed to echo deep within her heart. In her throbbing state, she felt an almost unbearable bliss.
The moment he penetrated her, Yin Zhiping's mind went blank. His dream had come true. Countless days and nights of dreaming and daydreaming, his unrequited love had finally been rewarded. At this moment, the fairy he had longed for was finally completely his. Instantly, his heart was bursting with joy.
Unspeakable ecstasy raged within him. In his surging emotions, he frantically thrust his increasingly erect penis, galloping wildly through Xiaolongnu's delicate flower garden. Fortunately, although the flower path was new to him and deep and secluded, it was filled with slippery nectar, making it easy for him to feast on. However, this also made the already muddy flower path even more chaotic, with the nectar overflowing like a flood.
Yin Zhiping heard the increasingly rapid breathing of the fairy beneath him. Though constrained by the form, the fairy could not yield or cry out in gratification, the fragrant, burning nectar of her deep, secluded flower chamber moistened his penetrating manhood. The flower path was muddy, the trembling stamens gripping and teasing him, each thrust bringing him a soul-stirring ecstasy.
Moreover, although he could not see the fairy's aroused face, his gaze fell upon her naked body lying in the moonlight, swaying gently with his movements. Her two high, jade-like breasts, adorned with crimson, resembled twin lotus blossoms in the spring breeze.
His gaze was hazy, and his heart was filled with ripples of emotion. His hands, which had been caressing the fairy's waist and hips, moved upwards, grasping her two undulating breasts. They were soft, bouncy, and incredibly smooth to the touch, causing him to soften his movements and gently caress and stroke them, shaping them as he pleased.
The light veil that had been draped over her face was lifted by the wind, revealing a glimpse of the fairy's flushed cheek and chin. Suddenly, a strong impulse surged through Yin Zhiping's heart. He longed to lift the veil from the fairy's face and gaze upon the blushing face of the fairy who haunted his dreams, to etch it into his heart and cherish it for the rest of his life.
He hesitated for only a moment, then slowly reached his right hand towards the veil covering her face. His warm, damp palm gently caressed her features beneath the veil. Finally, he made up his mind, gently pulled up the veil, and released his fingers, letting it flutter in the wind and fall onto the grass.
Her starry eyes were closed, her cherry lips slightly pursed. If one ignored the blush on her cheeks, the Little Dragon Girl before him resembled a sleeping fairy, pure and untouched by the mortal world. However, her rapidly flaring nostrils betrayed her ethereal beauty, and her faint, delicate moans whispered seductively, revealing her to be a fairy descended to earth, her desire boundless.
Gazing at the Little Dragon Girl's celestial face, more beautiful than fallen peach blossoms, Yin Zhiping's lust surged. His manhood, tirelessly ravaging the virgin's flower chamber, swelled and lengthened further. The large head of his penis suddenly pressed against something, slippery, soft, yet incredibly elastic—a sensation beyond words.
Intrigued, he naturally wouldn't let such a wonderful thing slip by easily. He relentlessly attacked, searching for the hidden treasure deep within the fairy's flower chamber. Once struck, his penis would instantly feel an electric shock-like tingling sensation, an indescribable pleasure that only fueled his relentless pursuit. While
he indulged himself to the fullest, Little Dragon Girl suffered greatly. The slippery treasure was actually the fairy's delicate flower core, usually hidden deep within her secluded flower chamber. Now, at the height of her passion, it was only slightly revealed. It had already been gently licked by Yin Zhiping's tongue, causing her to experience a small climax. Now, with her lover's forceful pluck, she was even more unable to resist.
Yet, she couldn't dodge it now and could only endure it bitterly. She felt an intense, tingling sensation accompanied by an electric shock-like tingling as it washed over her like a tidal wave. Overwhelmed by shame, joy, and panic, the already extremely sensitive fairy could no longer suppress her feelings. She felt dizzy and her soul seemed to have grown wings and flown away. In that
fleeting moment of disorientation, her tightly closed starry eyes snapped open, glistening with tears and a hazy, dreamlike light. A vaguely familiar face appeared in her eyes, yet she couldn't discern if it was her beloved Yang Guo. Perhaps she didn't care to discern, as an overwhelming pleasure overwhelmed her.
At that moment, Xiaolongnu felt utterly weak and powerless; her jade legs spasmed and convulsed, her flower trembled, and a torrent of nectar gushed forth. Simultaneously, a soul-stirring moan escaped her nose, and she fainted from the unbearable stimulation.
Yin Zhiping groaned, his erect penis, gripped by Xiaolongnu's automatically contracting flower, experiencing repeated waves of pleasure and exquisite bliss. The abundant, hot nectar further propelled him to the brink of climax.
Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through his mind. He abruptly stopped his throbbing erection, forcefully withdrawing from Xiaolongnu's alluring virgin flower, bringing with it a gush of nectar and streaks of crimson, which fell like peach blossoms in the wind.
Ignoring everything else, Yin Zhiping quickly lowered Xiaolongnu's legs, which had been propped up on his shoulders. He cupped her delicate, jade-like feet in his hands, moving them between his legs and rubbing them against his already throbbing member.
His engorged member throbbed between Xiaolongnu's verdant toes, the curved toes forming a winding path between her tender, red soles, facilitating the sweeping motion of his large, burning glans. Waves of tingling pleasure made his blood boil and his breathing rapid.
Perhaps the brief interruption delayed the surging desire, or perhaps the urge to possess and violate Xiaolongnu's feet, which had made him lose himself, overwhelmed everything else. Yin Zhiping manipulated his throbbing member, moving it back and forth between her delicate toes, playing with it to his heart's content.
His erect penis spontaneously secreted glistening fluid, moistening the jade toes he had ravaged until they were red. These toes, far less soft and tight than a virgin's flower chamber, frantically rubbed against the crevices of his heart, fueling his pent-up desire. He used both hands, changing angles to let his penis ravage every inch of her skin, leaving his own unique marks. Her feet, when closed, resembled twin lotus blossoms; when open, they resembled two crescent moons. The soft, smooth edges of her soles, her arched feet, outlined a perfect semi-circle; when closed, they perfectly matched the natural contours of her vulva. His penis, inserted between them, drew out glistening threads, much like the sight of nectar flowing freely from a flower.
The massive head of his penis struck her crystal-clear, jade-like ankle, yet it bounced softly and supplely, the slightly firm texture causing a mild pain to his penis, but it wasn't just that; it was more of a strange, tingling, itchy sensation, a bittersweet pleasure. A wave of intense, electric-like tingling washed over him, threatening to engulf him. Knowing he was about to climax, he finally closed her slender, beautiful feet, her smooth, delicate soles clamping his thick, erect penis between them. As she rubbed it rapidly back and forth, Yin Zhiping finally couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, his penis throbbed violently several times between the fairy's feet, which automatically rippled with desire, and his semen shot out in a furious outburst.
The pent-up yang essence overflowed from her soles, seeping through the gaps between them, splashing onto the fairy's round navel, her full breasts, and even touching her unconsciously parted pink lips... The moon shone through the mountains and forests, illuminating a naked young couple in the peach blossom grove. The man stood there, lost in ecstasy, while the woman lay sprawled among the fallen petals and fragrant grass. Her snow-white skin was dotted with milky-white crystals, glistening with spring dew under the moonlight, her peach-red eyes shining like a dream. A gentle breeze swept by, and Yin Zhiping, awakened from his blissful ecstasy, stared blankly at the sleeping Little Dragon Girl beneath him. She had once been an inviolable fairy in his heart, but now he had defiled her in his madness. Instantly, a strong sense of guilt filled his heart.
Numbly, he slowly straightened Xiaolongnu's clothes and cleaned away the remaining stains. Suddenly, a clean white handkerchief caught his eye, adorned with vibrant peach blossoms. He collapsed to his knees, his hands instinctively cupping the handkerchief in his hands, gazing at it intently. A hurried footstep startled him, then vanished in a flash.
Yang Guo, having finally comforted his adoptive father Ouyang Feng, was preoccupied with his aunt and temporarily forgot the unparalleled martial arts his father had taught him. He hurriedly returned to the small thatched hut, only to find his aunt fast asleep in the peach grove before him.
The peach blossoms were beautiful, and amidst the falling petals, Xiaolongnu lay on her side, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her hair piled among the flowers. The moonlight reflected in the peach grove, illuminating her graceful figure. A captivating blush graced her snow-white cheeks, as dazzling as the sun after a storm, making her even more beautiful and radiant than spring flowers.
She was fast asleep, a languid and contented smile on her lips testifying to it. Only a faint tear seemed to linger at the corner of her eye, glistening and shimmering under the bright moonlight.

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