Li Lingxi, the seductive woman

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A single blue mule and two boxes of books were all Wang Tingxiang had to carry.

Wang Tingxiang bowed to the others and departed westward on his mule.

"Brother Bo'an, if you have nothing else to do, why not have a little more drinking?" Ding Shou said with a smile to Wang Shouren.

Wang Shouren gave a wry smile, "I must return home immediately. I didn't go to see Mr. Muzhai off today; I'm afraid I'll get a good scolding from my father." Ding Shou understood, "In that case, I won't insist you stay. Please give my regards to Uncle." Wang Shouren waved his hands repeatedly, "Alright, alright, it's better not to mention you, otherwise I wouldn't escape a beating. I heard that when Liu and Xie retired, my father smashed his most beloved tea set." "My friendship with you has put you in a difficult position, Brother Bo'an." Ding Shou's face showed a rare hint of guilt.

"We're brothers; such words are too formal," Wang Shouren said teasingly, tapping Ding Shou's chest.

Ding Shou smiled knowingly and said nothing more.

Seeing that both Uncle Wangs had already left, Jang-geum asked in confusion, "Master, why didn't you keep Uncle Wang here?" "No," Ding Shou shook his head. "His transfer to another post was arranged by the Ministry of Personnel through my own connections." Seeing the confusion in Jang-geum's eyes, Ding Shou smiled, "Your Grandpa Liu wants to rectify the court, and these outspoken officials will be the first to be targeted. Given Uncle Wang's temperament, it's not advisable for him to remain in the capital." Little Jang-geum seemed to understand, "Then shall we go back to the mansion?" "No rush. If we don't finish this meal, wouldn't we be letting down Jang-geum's efforts?" Ding Shou smiled and playfully pinched Jang-geum's nose.

"Jang-geum knows, Master loves his disciple the most," Jang-geum smiled sweetly, her dimples deepening.

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearing dusk.

Ding Erye poured himself a drink, casually uttering a couple of pretentious lines. The little girl had been coaxed into a good mood today and was planning to show off all the skills she'd learned from Luo Xiang, keeping her busy in the kitchen. He was happy to enjoy a little longer in this roadside shop.

The light inside dimmed, and two figures lifted the curtain and entered.

Ding Shou turned to look. The first to enter was a young woman in a yellow dress, pretty, tall, and graceful, with particularly striking long legs. She carried a sword in her left hand and a blue cloth bag on her right shoulder. After entering, she glanced around the shop and bowed to let the person behind her pass.

The second person wore a moon-white brocade robe with a dark floral pattern. He was tall and straight, with a straight nose, bright eyes, and long, slanted eyebrows. His every move exuded an air of authority, clearly the pomp and circumstance of someone accustomed to being in a position of power.

"Master, please take a seat." The girl's voice was as sweet and melodious as a nightingale's song,

clearly embodying the spirit of the Jiangnan water towns. The man in the brocade robe nodded and sat down behind a square table. Seemingly sensing someone watching, he looked up at Ding Shou, his clear eyes like sharp blades, radiating a chilling aura that made Ding Shou turn his head away, not daring to look any longer.

"This is strange. Where did this person come from?" Ding Shou thought to himself. The woman in yellow was one thing; he wasn't a naive young man who hadn't seen women before. But this man in the brocade robe seemed a bit off.

"Shopkeeper!" the girl in yellow called out softly.

"What do you need, esteemed guests?" The shopkeeper, who had been so idle he was almost asleep, finally had some business and rushed over.

"Bring up your most exquisite and delicious dishes quickly; you'll be rewarded." The girl raised her fair neck, speaking haughtily.

"It's just a roadside shop; expecting exquisite dishes is asking too much. Delicious is enough." The man in the brocade robe's voice carried an air of authority.

The young woman dropped her arrogance and bowed her head in agreement.

"Esteemed guests, I'm truly sorry, but our humble establishment only has pickled vegetables and smoked meats available today. If you don't mind..." the shopkeeper hesitated.

The young woman glared at Ding Shou, pointing at his table, "Where did all those dishes come from? Are you trying to cheat us out-of-towners?" "How could I dare? That gentleman brought all his own ingredients and hired a kitchen to cook them himself. Without his permission, I wouldn't even be able to start cooking," the shopkeeper explained, waving his hands repeatedly.

"It's fate that we've met. If you don't mind the cold wine and leftover food, how about we move in for a chat?" Ding Shou smiled slightly and gestured for her to join him.

The man in the brocade robe smiled faintly, not wanting to say anything more.

The young woman's pretty face showed disdain, "Who do you think you are, worthy to sit at the same table as my master?" *Hey, brat, you don't know what's good for you, do you?* Ding Shou was about to retaliate verbally when Xiao Changjin emerged from the kitchen with a plate of stewed goose feet.

"Master, please try the new dishes." The little girl was busy, her round, apple-like face as radiant as the morning sun, and she was in high spirits.

"Jang-geum, stop busy, sit down and eat with your master." Ding Shou snorted coldly, making those two mad dogs who were biting Lü Dongbin drool.

Jang-geum answered crisply and sat down next to Ding Shou.

The moment the little girl's figure appeared, the man in the brocade robe's eyes lit up.

"A pretty face, a slender waist, delicate jade fingers like soft shoots; arched eyebrows, cherry lips, a small nose like a water chestnut." The man in the brocade robe sat down opposite Jang-geum without being invited. "What a beauty! May I ask your name, little girl?" "My disciple, Jang-geum." Ding Shou's voice was icy, and he looked at the man in the brocade robe with hostility. Who the hell let you sit down? "

Longing for you, until now. What a good name!" The man in the brocade robe clapped his hands in praise, without ever glancing at Ding Shou.

Little Jang-geum had just swallowed a piece of goose breast and was looking at the person opposite her with a dazed expression.

Feeling ignored was unpleasant, so Ding Shou emphasized again, "This is my disciple." The woman in the brocade robe finally noticed Ding Shou's presence and bowed, saying, "My name is Sima Xiao." "Young Master Xiao Xiao?!" Ding Shou finally realized something was off about this person. A woman dressed as a man, yet her every move was more masculine than a man's—was this some kind of ghost?

Ding Shou began to scrutinize Qin Jiuyou's female disciple with great interest. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that she possessed a certain beauty amidst her heroic spirit. He couldn't help but think of Bai Shaochuan, a man with a three-bun hairstyle and feminine features. This woman, however, had disguised herself as a man. What a strange sight it would be if these two were put together! Thinking this, he chuckled to himself.

Sima Xiao completely ignored him, offering a perfunctory greeting before staring intently at the young girl. This displeased Murong Bai, the female disciple who had sat down next to him, who looked at Ding Shou and his master with hostility.

"Your name is Changjin?" Sima Xiao asked with a slight smile. "Did you make all these dishes?" Changjin nodded. "Would this uncle like to try some?" "Call me aunt." Sima Xiao was not offended by being mistaken for a man; on the contrary, he was somewhat proud and smiled, "You should try some." Murong Bai quickly took out a gold cup and silver chopsticks from her bundle and placed them in front of Sima Xiao.

Damn, what a big shot! Ding Shou noticed that Murong Bai's expression as she served Sima Xiao was somewhat strange. Her eyes held not only the affection between master and disciple but also the tenderness of a wife for her husband. Recalling what Mei Jingque had told him about Qin Jiuyou's peculiarities, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Mr. Sima, only officials of the second rank and above are allowed to use gold cups and silver chopsticks. Your Excellency is overstepping the bounds..." Ding Shou said sourly.

"If princes and dukes can use them, why can't I?" Sima Xiao smiled calmly. "What makes them better than me?" Ding Shou thought to himself, "This woman has guts."

"Jang Geum, would you like to learn from me?" Sima Xiao's eyes were somewhat fiery.

Jang Geum slowly shook her head. "I already have a master."

Ding Erye suddenly unfolded his folding fan and waved it a few times leisurely. His eyes were full of approval as he looked at Jang Geum. Darling, tonight you can eat your fill of candied fruit.

Sima Xiao glanced at the smug Ding Shou and chuckled. "There are many charlatans in the world who are all show and no substance. They are just teachers, but they are ignorant and will ultimately mislead students..." "Mr. Sima, please have some food." Ding Erye couldn't stand it anymore. He picked up a piece of goose foot with his chopsticks and put it on Sima Xiao's plate.

"No need for that, brother." Sima Xiao said calmly, raising his silver chopsticks and pointing to the pulse point on Ding Shou's right wrist.

"No need to be polite." Ding Shou lowered his wrist, the chopsticks remaining in the same direction.

The two exchanged polite words, their bamboo chopsticks and silver tongs changing moves seven or eight times in the blink of an eye, each move concealing more than ten counter-attacks, all of which were neutralized by the other, causing them to abandon their mutual contempt.

Suddenly, Sima Xiao swept his silver chopsticks horizontally, like a shooting star, striking Ding Shou's bamboo chopsticks squarely, breaking them with a "crack."

Ding Shou remained seated, smugly pleased with himself, pointing with his folding fan, "Please, Mr. Sima." Sima Xiao glanced down and saw a piece of goose foot on the plate. Suddenly hearing his disciple Murong Bai exclaim in surprise, his eyes swept over, his expression changed, and he reached up to remove the broken bamboo chopstick from his hair.

Ding Shou clapped his hands and laughed, "Using bamboo as a hairpin, sir, you are quite the refined person, hahaha..." Murong Bai shouted angrily, drawing his sword, ready to stab this bastard who had humiliated his master seventy or eighty transparent holes in him, but before he could make a move, a slender, fair hand pressed down on his snow-white wrist.

Sima Xiao's lips curled slightly. He picked up a porcelain cup from the table, filled it with wine, and said, "It's only polite to return the favor, sir, please have a drink." With a light tap of his slender index finger, the cup seemed to be lifted up and slowly flew towards Ding Shou.

Ding Shou's playful expression vanished, and he became alert. Just as the cup was about to reach out and catch it, he sensed danger and quickly raised his sleeve to block it.

With a "crack," the cup shattered and wine spilled. Although he reacted quickly, Ding Shou was still soaked in sweat and looked utterly disheveled.

Murong Bai raised her pretty face and said, "You've seen how powerful you are now, haven't you? Hmph, you dare to show off your petty tricks in front of my master!" "Master!" Chang Jin exclaimed in surprise, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the wine stains off Ding Shou's clothes.

Ding Shou wiped the wine drop from his forehead and sneered, "To be able to control your Qi with such perfect balance of Yin and Yang, releasing and withdrawing it at will, it seems your Nine Nether True Qi has already reached a high level." Sima Xiao, who had remained calm throughout, suddenly changed color. "Who exactly are you?" "From your master Qin Jiuyou's perspective, you should call me 'Junior Uncle'," Ding Shou said mockingly.

Sima Xiao was somewhat puzzled and repeated, "Junior Uncle?" "Good boy—" Ding Shou answered swiftly.

"You audacious madman!" A flash of cold light, and a long sword pierced straight for his throat.

Ding Shou flicked the spine of his sword, forcing Murong Bai back a step. "What, trying to betray your master and ancestors?" "Bai'er, stop!" Sima Xiao stopped the female disciple who was about to step forward, his cold eyes scrutinizing Ding Shou. "May I ask your honorable name?" "Ask your master." Ding Shou waved his hand dismissively . As for whether Qin Jiuyou knew who he was, that was none of the Second Master's concern. He'd play the role of a senior whenever he could.

Sima Xiao stared at Ding Shou for a long time, then suddenly said, "Bai'er, let's go." Seeing the master and disciple leave the shop, Ding Shou pointed in their direction and shouted, " Bah!

What kind of master could teach such an androgynous creature!" ********** ... Qin Jiuyou, her black hair styled in a bun, dressed in a banana leaf cloth robe, reclined on a jade mat, her eyes filled with smiles as she looked at Li Feng. Unlike Qin Jiuyou's simple attire, Li Feng wore a soft cotton robe embroidered with drooping peonies, and beneath the cross-collar, a hidden cloud and dragon pattern was visible in her inner garment; she no longer resembled a woman from a Xuanfu tavern. Li Feng's cheeks were flushed, and she held a wine cup, her eyes sparkling. "Disciple congratulates Master on his triumphant return." "Shangzhen thought Kume Island and Gushichuan were powerful, but in my eyes they are nothing but chickens and dogs, easily defeated," Qin Jiuyou said, sitting up proudly. "Small countries with few people, a victory is not honorable, what is there to celebrate?" "Yes, a mere savage from overseas is naturally no match for Master's invincible divine skills," Li Feng said sweetly. Qin Jiuyou was quite pleased with his disciple's flattery, and said while resting his chin on his hand, "Little one, you have such a sweet tongue." "Disciple is just stating the facts." Li Feng nestled beside Qin Jiuyou, her beautiful eyes sparkling, her cherry lips smiling. "The truth is naturally pleasing to the ear." Ryukyu was located between the Ming Dynasty and Japan, and Ryukyu clothing combined the styles of both places. Although the clothing was similar to the Ming Dynasty's jackets and skirts, it was also like that of Japan, with no trousers under the skirts. Li Feng sat in a half -lotus position, one of her slender jade legs half-bent and half-extended, completely exposed to Qin Jiuyou's eyes. Looking at the delicate and beautiful feet before him, the rounded ankles, the crystal-clear pink legs with their soft lines and without a single flaw, Qin Jiuyou couldn't help but praise, "Feng'er, you are so beautiful!" Li Feng giggled, "Master is joking, you are the real beauty." Under the dim light, both women were peerless in appearance, with snow-white skin and jade-like complexion, one radiating heroic spirit, the other delicate and graceful. Qin Jiuyou couldn't resist reaching out to gently stroke the soft, smooth, snow-white skin of Li Feng's calf, unable to tear himself away. Li Feng pulled her leg back, playfully asking, "Master, what are you doing?" Smiling, Qin Jiuyou said, "Master has good news for you." "What good news?" Li Feng, flushed with the effects of the wine, looked alluring. "Feed Master a sip of wine first, then I'll tell you," Qin Jiuyou said lazily, resting his head on his arm. "That's easy," Li Feng reached for the wine pot, but Qin Jiuyou stopped her as she was about to pour a cup. "No such common things. Wine should be poured from the fragrant cup onto Feng'er's lips; that's a different kind of flavor." "This…" Li Feng felt a little uneasy, but seeing the teasing look in Qin Jiuyou's eyes, her competitive spirit ignited, and emboldened by the wine, she said, "Okay." The clear wine, carrying the fragrance of the young girl's teeth, gushed down into Qin Jiuyou's wide-open mouth. After finishing her drink, Li Feng lightly wiped her lips with her sleeve, half-shy and half-punching, and said, "Master, can you tell me now?" Qin Jiuyou sat up and smiled, "Of course I will. I've seen that the effects of the Jade Spirit Pill are already visible in you, so tomorrow I can teach you the Demonic Sect's 'Nine Evils Sword Technique.'" "Really?!" Li Feng was overjoyed and rushed to her master's side, wrapping her arms around Qin Jiuyou's delicate neck and shaking him playfully, unable to believe it, "I can learn it tomorrow?" Qin Jiuyou examined his disciple's smooth, pink skin, her beautiful, delicate eyebrows, her long, alluring eyelashes, and her luscious red lips, praising her endlessly, "You little devil, you look even more beautiful than your senior sister did back then. Even Buddha would be moved by you." "..." Li Feng blushed deeply at Qin Jiuyou's blunt praise, playfully punching her back. "Master is teasing me. Senior Sister Sima now commands a group of heroes and is the leader of a gang. How can a little girl like me compare?" A sly glint appeared in Qin Jiuyou's eyes. She wrapped her arms around Li Feng's slender waist, lightly touching her fragrant cheek with her lips. She whispered in her ear, "With Master here, your future empire will be more than just the Tianyou Gang..." Qin Jiuyou's intimate gesture made Li Feng blush all over, her cheeks turning crimson. "Master, no, um..." Before Li Feng could finish speaking, her words were silenced by two soft, fragrant lips. The two women instantly rolled onto the jade mat covered with brocade. Li Feng slumped onto the mat, her mind hazy with drunkenness, making her somewhat dazed. Looking at her master's face close to hers, her beautiful eyes were still blurry as she gasped, "Master, what are you doing?" The two had spent quite some time together, and Qin Jiuyou had always been doting and kind to her. Li Feng had never imagined that her master would do anything to her; she simply felt that their behavior was too ambiguous and made her somewhat uncomfortable. Qin Jiuyou chuckled, slipping a hand under Li Feng's silk robe collar to gently caress her full breasts. He pressed his cheek against hers, nibbling at her earlobe and chuckling, "Let Master pamper Feng'er." "No, we can't, we can't do this." Li Feng struggled to sit up, clutching her robe tightly, her hair disheveled, her expression panicked. She shook her head repeatedly, her voice trembling, "We're both women, this is against the laws and morals." Qin Jiuyou was both amused and exasperated. He knelt beside Li Feng, kissing her rosy cheek, then wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing her delicate and alluring collarbone. He chuckled, "What laws and morals? They're just things those ignorant Confucian scholars made up to fool fools. The Demonic Sect acts only according to its own conscience, regardless of the world's opinion. Feng'er, if you don't want to, Master will never force you. But if you have such thoughts in your heart, then don't pay attention to any of that bullshit morality. Just do what you like." Li Feng looked bewildered upon hearing this, remaining silent for a long time. Qin Jiuyou reached over and kneaded his disciple's full breasts through her clothes, while gently lifting her chin and stroking her pink cheeks. He kept praising her, "Such fair and tender skin, it feels so comfortable to touch. Only your master can appreciate Feng'er's beauty..." As he spoke, Qin Jiuyou pressed his jade-like face against Li Feng's red cheek and gently rubbed it, his warm breath blowing into her ears and nose.

Li Feng collapsed onto the mat again, limp as cotton, allowing Qin Jiuyou to freely grope her. She merely picked up a wild chrysanthemum adorning the flower stand, bit her red lips lightly, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and forcefully suppressed a moan.

Seeing her alluring expression, Qin Jiuyou felt a

surge of desire. He gently lifted Li Feng's delicate, white chin, casually tossing aside the chrysanthemum, and licked her glistening red lips with his wet, fragrant tongue. Li Feng, half-conscious, felt a similar surge of desire, involuntarily submitting to his will.

Seeing that she didn't resist, Qin Jiuyou began to savor her red lips, and after his saliva had moistened and made them alluring, he pressed his lips against Li Feng's. When their four red lips intertwined, Qin Jiuyou sucked her tongue in, boldly entwining them, making soft, smacking sounds.

Ever since her one-night stand with Ding Shouchun, Li Feng had been haunted by nightmares. Though she wept with resentment for the humiliation she had suffered that day, the taste of that forbidden fruit lingered in her memory. Furthermore, the Biling Pill she had been taking for days was an aphrodisiac, causing her yang energy to stagnate within her. Now, with a little provocation, the long-suppressed desire within her erupted like a volcano, and she began to respond wildly.

The two began to tear at each other's clothes. Li Feng's nipples were already erect and hard, her pink, bud-like nipples adorning her proud breasts, radiating youthful beauty. Qin Jiuyou's figure was athletic, his breasts high and firm, his full body exceptionally alluring, exuding a strange charm. From beginning to end, their four red lips remained inseparable.

After a long while, Li Feng, breathless from the kisses, finally pushed him away, tilting her head back and panting softly.

Qin Jiuyou's cheeks were also flushed. He tidied his disheveled hair, knelt before Li Feng, and gently stroked her smooth cheeks. He held her delicate body tightly, his hands lightly caressing her bare, smooth back.

The exquisite stimulation of his slender fingers on Li Feng's firm breasts, flat lower abdomen, and rounded thighs made Li Feng unable to look Qin Jiuyou in the eye. She lowered her head shyly, panting softly, her cheeks flushed like the moonlight, letting Qin Jiuyou roam over her curvaceous body.

The intense stimulation made Li Feng feel dizzy, while Qin Jiuyou was equally aroused. He kissed her forehead, nose, chin, cheeks, and ears tenderly, his hands roaming unabashedly over her bare back and full buttocks.

Li Feng let out a low moan, closing her eyes languidly, letting Qin Jiuyou tease her in every way.

Their nipples teased each other, their thighs pressed together and rubbed against each other. Qin Jiuyou couldn't help but press his lips to Li Feng's red lips and suckle hard, drawing Li Feng's tongue out. Qin Jiuyou

's lips held her tongue, sucking it continuously, forcing Li Feng to gasp repeatedly. Her own tongue clung to her red lips, returning the kiss thirstily.

Qin Jiuyou's bright red tongue slowly left Li Feng's lips, a long trail of saliva trailing between their tongues.

Qin Jiuyou changed from licking to kissing, gently kissing and nibbling on Li Feng's flushed cheeks and delicate neck. Li Feng moaned softly, her body involuntarily twisting in response.

Qin Jiuyou then lightly licked away the fragrant sweat, kissing along her fair chest to her high, full breasts, then extending his tongue to tease and circle the pink areolas, his lips pressing against the nipples, sucking them with soft, smacking sounds.

Then he extended his soft, wet tongue, probing and teasing her mouth. His tongue teased hers relentlessly, and Li Feng, breathless from his kisses, tilted her head back, a burning desire raging within her, threatening to incinerate her.

Qin Jiuyou pulled her tongue out, sucking on it incessantly, his hands now rubbing her firm breasts without restraint, then slowly stroking downwards, reaching her lower abdomen, boldly teasing her delicate labia with his fingers.

Li Feng trembled, her long legs quickly clamping together, but Qin Jiuyou was skilled in this art, his fingers incredibly nimble, constantly teasing her labia, gradually making her flower garden wet.

"Master, it itches so much..." Li Feng couldn't help but try to push Qin Jiuyou away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Ignoring her, Qin Jiuyou's fingers moved even faster, his tongue writhing more vigorously, his lips desperately sucking and kissing her fragrant lips again and again. Li Feng felt waves of pleasure washing over her, leaving her completely defenseless. Qin Jiuyou, too, was

now overwhelmed with excitement, moaning and groaning continuously. He quickened the movements of his right fingers while using his left index finger and thumb to gently pinch and twist Li Feng's two alluring nipples, burying his head in her cleavage and caressing her intimately.

Li Feng's breathing gradually quickened and became heavier, even emitting low moans, her body twisting back and forth with her movements. Their bodies rubbed against each other, giving each other the most intense stimulation.

Finally, Qin Jiuyou simply picked Li Feng up, letting her lean against his chest, one hand kneading her full breasts, the other gently caressing her genitals, while tenderly licking her ear.

As Qin Jiuyou's tongue licked Li Feng until she was completely engrossed, his left hand rhythmically moved across her firm, full breasts, his thumb and forefinger gently pinching her engorged nipples, while his right fingers teased her vulva with increasing force and speed.

Li Feng, already stimulated by the pleasurable caresses, cried out loudly, her hands involuntarily caressing Qin Jiuyou's firm breasts and the dark, glossy pubic hair.

"Good Feng'er, just like that… a little deeper… ah…" Qin Jiuyou screamed and moaned, writhing like a snake, matching his disciple's movements, while simultaneously pulling Li Feng's small hands to teach her how to probe and insert into his lower body.

Under Qin Jiuyou's guidance, Li Feng, experiencing female pleasure for the first time, felt no aversion. Instead, she felt a fresh pleasure from his teasing and manipulation, and his smooth flesh strangely gave her a sense of security. When Qin Jiuyou's curled tongue entered her ear and rubbed her nipples, Li Feng couldn't help but moan and groan.

Qin Jiuyou's fingers began to move faster. Li Feng clearly felt her master's fingers parting her pubic hair and separating her labia. "Ah... Master... no... oh..." Li Feng twisted her hips in embarrassment and shook her head vigorously, letting out seductive moans.

Qin Jiuyou held Li Feng's body tightly with his left arm to prevent her from struggling, and his right middle finger inserted into his disciple's vagina without hesitation.

"Feng'er, don't be afraid... Master is here..."

Qin Jiuyou murmured softly in Li Feng's ear while his fingers continued to move freely in the warm flesh. His thumb and forefinger pinched and kneaded Li Feng's sensitive clitoris, and the varying pressure of his fingers forced Li Feng to reach the peak of pleasure.

"Ah... Master... good Master... I'm going to come." Overwhelmed by pleasure, Li Feng choked and sobbed uncontrollably.

Qin Jiuyou kissed her red lips tenderly, panting, "My dear Feng'er, don't come yet, let me teach you something even more fun..." His fingers, wet with his disciple's juices, withdrew from Li Feng's vagina and began kissing his way down her face.

In a daze of pleasure, Li Feng felt Qin Jiuyou kissing her neck, breasts, nipples, navel, lower abdomen, and pubic hair, finally his soft lips resting on her wet labia.

Waves of pleasure washed over every corner of Li Feng's body. Every teasing and lewd movement of Qin Jiuyou exuded a sensual, lascivious aura. Qin Jiuyou parted Li Feng's long legs, his own strong, muscular legs clamping tightly around her hips, and began to move rhythmically.

The two women's legs were intertwined, and under Qin Jiuyou's guidance, their engorged labia rubbed against each other. One firm, plump buttocks, like two peach lobes, and the other round, jade-like buttocks twisted back and forth, their juices flowing freely, soaking the fragrant quilt and making the entire mat dripping wet.

This action was both novel and stimulating for Li Feng. She tilted her head back, panting, and twisted vigorously in coordination with Qin Jiuyou's movements. Qin Jiuyou also continuously guided Li Feng's movements, ensuring that their lower bodies were pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other.

The two, drenched in fragrant sweat and panting heavily, finally reached an unprecedented climax under Qin Jiuyou's guidance.

"Ah...it's coming...I can't take it anymore..." Li Feng trembled, her lower body convulsing with pleasure as she ascended to heaven; Qin Jiuyou squeezed his legs together forcefully, also reaching climax amidst soft moans

and gasps. Feeling utterly drained,

Li Feng yawned softly, drowsiness washing over her. In her dream, she seemed to see a handsome man with almond-shaped eyes grinning mischievously at her

... ********** ...

Li Feng shook her head and cried, "Half a year! Only half a year! Half a year ago, I was thinking of finding a good husband, being a good wife and mother, and how did I end up like this? I actually... I actually like women!" Qin Jiuyou laughed loudly, "What's wrong with women? Women can do everything men can do, and they can do it even better. Even the imperial throne has Empress Wu Zetian as a precedent..." "As for men?" Qin Jiuyou smiled disdainfully, "What are they anyway? Born of women, yet they despise and belittle them. In times of peace, they regard women as rare objects and playthings. When dynasties change, they compare women to the dead." "The nation's calamity, absolving men of all the blame, humph!" Looking at Li Feng, who was crying her eyes out, Qin Jiuyou said softly, "Feng'er, as a woman, you should be independent and strong. You may not like me, and you may no longer have intimacy with me, but you must not give up on yourself or wallow in self-pity. There is no great benefit to this world having one more virtuous wife and loving mother. My Xie Yin sect has lost a disciple, and the world has lost a remarkable woman who can stir up storms. You should consider the gains and losses yourself." Li Feng's crying had stopped, and her expression gradually became firm. She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Disciple understands. Please, Master, bestow a name upon disciple." "Bestow a name?" Qin Jiuyou asked in surprise.

"Li Feng died last night." Li Feng's face was resolute, and her eyes were bright.

Qin Jiuyou suddenly realized, nodding and saying, "That's right. Yesterday's events are like yesterday's death; today's events are like today's birth." After a moment's thought, he said, "Though we lack the wings of a phoenix to fly together, our hearts are connected by a single thread of understanding. Since Li Feng is dead, from today onwards, you shall be called Li Lingxi..."

[The End]

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