[Fantasy] Dragon Soul Blood Jade (Complete) - 7-9

Chapter 8 Passion in the Study

Wen Hua's body had long since become limp and powerless in that tight embrace. She had no strength left to push away this despicable little lecher. After a brief struggle, she gave up resisting and instead embraced the man destined to love her. Listening to his intermittent, tender words of love whispered in her ear, her heart had already soared to the heavens, completely abandoning all propriety and moral principles.

Sensing the obvious change in the soft, delicate body in his arms, Du Ke's lust inevitably grew stronger, and his actions became increasingly unrestrained. He gently pulled her fragrant shoulder apart, gazing deeply at the woman he cherished in his arms, his eyes and brows filled with love.

Seemingly unable to bear Du Ke's deep gaze and direct declaration of love, Wen Hua naturally closed her captivating, watery eyes. Her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly with her excited emotions, and her exquisitely beautiful face tilted up slightly, as if inviting a kiss. At this moment, Du Ke could no longer resist. He naturally lowered his head and launched into a passionate, wet kiss.

The air in the quiet study suddenly became hot. Du Ke's eyes were slightly open, lost in the intoxicatingly sweet kiss, his hands tightening around the increasingly soft, warm body in his arms. Feeling the man's hot lips and tongue pressed tightly against her cool lips, the overwhelming pleasure made Wen Hua tremble violently, melting everything into this blissful union. All her previous resistance vanished, and her hands naturally reached behind Du Ke's head and clasped tightly.

Du Ke, intoxicated by the kiss, unconsciously extended his burning tongue, parting her slightly closed teeth and enveloping her smooth, fragrant tongue, playfully swirling it around. In the quiet study, two hot bodies pressed tightly together, the faint sounds of rapid, panting breaths emanating from them. Their lips and tongues intertwined, a passionate kiss filling them with unbridled joy. They felt an eternal connection, a sense that they had no other desires in this life. Their passion surged uncontrollably.

After a long while, perhaps too engrossed, they both became breathless before finally ending their kiss. They gazed at each other, their eyes filled with affection. Du Ke, finally regaining his composure, stared blankly at the beautiful face before him, flushed with passion. He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion once more. His restless hands traced the smooth, soft back of Wen Hua's body, gradually encircling her slender waist, and he lowered his head again.

Wen Hua, regaining her senses, saw the man's lips drawing ever closer. A mixture of desire and fear welled up within her. Driven by feminine pride, she turned her face away, closing her alluring eyes once more. Seeing her dodge, Du Ke didn't force her. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he pressed his warm breath against the exquisite face he had longed for, kissing her burning cheeks tenderly and passionately.

"Ah!" Wen Hua finally couldn't resist his cloying tenderness. As his sensitive, snow-white earlobe was tightly sucked and licked, she couldn't help but let out her first soft moan. Du Ke, as if receiving a divine decree, took a further step. He released her soft, red and hot earlobe and moved to her slender, elegant neck, greedily licking it back and forth. His hands gradually slid down, resting on her plump, round buttocks. With a little pressure between his fingers, he felt soft, tender flesh overflowing from between them, yet still retaining a youthful elasticity. Du Ke was completely intoxicated by the beauty, his roguish hands unwilling to leave her side.

Sensing intense stimulation from her sensitive, upturned buttocks, Wen Hua raised her head high, revealing her already delicate and slender neck. Her hands clung tightly to Du Ke as if he were a drowning man grasping at a straw, as if trying to meld her voluptuous, soft body into his, unwilling to leave him even a step further.

Encouraged by his beautiful sister-in-law, Du Ke's desire surged even stronger. His hands gripped her buttocks even more tightly, fully enjoying the tight, plump flesh. His lips continued downwards, skillfully parting the loose fabric of her dress, revealing her smooth, snow-white skin. He wanted nothing more than to bury his head in the deep, unfathomable cleavage of her breasts. Wen Hua held his head tightly in her hands, her alluring eyes gazing blankly ahead, her charming face filled with satisfied intoxication.

Du Ke's long-suppressed "weapon" stood erect, intoxicated along with its owner in this near-mad entanglement. Gradually, Wen Hua noticed a familiar yet unfamiliar heat pressing tightly against her soft, smooth abdomen, rubbing back and forth with her trembling body, bringing waves of unprecedented, deadly pleasure. Lost in a daze, she even actively swayed her slender waist, repeatedly teasing the massive member that brought her so much pleasure.

A gust of wind blew open the half-closed window, blowing towards the man and woman lost in their own world. Wen Hua suddenly felt a chill beneath her skirt, her mind instantly clearing. She forcefully broke free from the man's intimate embrace, quickly straightening her disheveled clothes, glaring fiercely at the unsuspecting lecher, and turned to leave. Du Ke snapped back to reality, unwilling to give up so easily. He darted forward, intimately embracing the woman's soft, almost bent waist from behind, his warm breath once again brushing against her still-hot, flushed earlobes.

Wen Hua never expected her usually well-behaved but mischievous younger brother to be so bold today. Her body trembled, and she raised her hand to pull his wicked hand away, but then she heard his suppressed, low moans: "Good sister, let me hug you again. I really missed you so much." No one can resist such a sincere plea from their beloved. Wen Hua's heart softened, and she pressed herself against him again, murmuring, "You lecherous scoundrel, you can only hug me like this. You have to let me go later. In broad daylight, I won't allow you to do anything so mean to me." Wen Hua was six years older than him and had always taken care of him like an older sister. Now, hearing her sweet, affectionate voice, Du Ke was overjoyed. He understood that this dignified sister-in-law had somewhat let go of worldly barriers and was no longer as resistant to his advances as before. This strengthened his resolve to spend his life with her. Overjoyed, Du Ke naturally forgot himself and murmured, "Good sister, turn your head quickly so I can kiss you again."

Hearing his fervent request, Wen Hua was once again captivated. Surprisingly, she didn't object, but obediently turned her delicate face slightly, closed her eyes, and nervously awaited his affection. Seeing his sister-in-law so compliant, Du Ke had no more reservations and pressed his lips to hers.

Their passionate kiss ignited the atmosphere in the room once more. After a long while, Wen Hua parted her cherry lips contentedly, and said with a slight reproach, "I've kissed you enough, why don't you let me go?"

Looking at her shy and alluring demeanor, Du Ke could no longer restrain himself and hissed, "This is never enough! It'll never be enough!" As soon as he finished speaking, his burning lips kissed her snow-white, smooth neck again, greedily demanding more and more. The alluring fragrance of Wen Hua's hair wafted over, further intoxicating Du Ke and deepening his love. He pressed his warm, strong hands tightly against the beauty's soft, smooth belly, caressing it tenderly.

Gradually, their passion reignited. Wen Hua, weak and limp, leaned against the man's hot chest, her eyes slightly closed, her head gently raised, wanting only to be loved and cherished by him once more. Du Ke endlessly savored the sweet saliva from the beauty's mouth, his hands sliding upwards, gently lifting her firm, full breasts, caressing them lightly through her thin summer dress. Perhaps afraid of disturbing the infatuated beauty in his arms, through the thin spring garment, Du Ke gently rubbed his hot fingertips against her soft, supple breasts, exploring the perfect contours of Wen Hua's proud pear-shaped breasts. Feeling a slight tingling sensation from her sensitive nipples, Wen Hua began to fidget restlessly, her exquisitely curvaceous body writhing. Her plump, rounded buttocks subtly resisted the man's already burning desire, making Du Ke even more irresistible.

Obstructed by the annoying fabric, Du Ke skillfully used his nimble fingers, practiced countless times in his dreams, to gently lift the half-concealed front of the lady's dress. Pulling it slightly open, her once dazzlingly white breasts, like fresh snow, came into view, giving our little lecher a real feast for the eyes. The bewildered beauty felt a chill on her chest and instinctively reached out to cover herself, but the little lecher held her tightly, leaving her pitifully exposed to the man's greedy, burning gaze. At this moment, the beauty was shy and timid. Du Ke finally released the love that had been pent up in his heart for too long. He thrust forward forcefully, pressing tightly against Wen Hua's plump and beautiful buttocks. With a tremor, he could no longer hold back his ejaculation. He let out a muffled groan and released all of it at once, soaking a large area of Wen Hua's plump buttocks.

Feeling the shameful warmth and wetness on her buttocks, Wen Hua trembled violently, wriggling in the man's arms, and unexpectedly, she too lost herself.

The two savored the peak of pleasure for a long time, gradually coming to their senses. Wen Hua shuddered, her slender hand suddenly pushing back, and without a sound, she fled through the door, hiding in her boudoir, refusing to come out even at lunchtime. Du Ke, his long-cherished wish fulfilled, felt a surge of exhilaration. He listlessly brandished his silver spear for a while, then happily returned to his guest room for a bath.

It wasn't until evening that Du Ke saw that familiar, graceful figure slowly approaching the living room, but she didn't even glance at him, finishing her meal as if nothing was wrong, chatting casually with Wen Yi. Seeing that the beauty ignored him, Du Ke, not wanting to make a fool of himself, dared not offer his usual advances, simply sitting there dumbly, watching the beautiful figure not far away, gradually becoming intoxicated again.

Chapter 9 After the Yang family of Hongnong

finished their dinner, they dispersed. In two days, Wen Hua and Du Ke would be leaving the Wen residence to continue their journey through the martial world. The two sisters were very close, and inevitably had some private words of reluctance to part. Seeing that she had no chance, Du Ke obediently returned to her guest room to rest. They were all at peace, and the moonlight lingered all night, unappreciated.

Meanwhile, Lu Yun had been away from Fanyang to Chang'an to take the imperial examinations for over half a month. Now, missing his beloved wife Xue'er at home, he had no desire to stay in Chang'an and had long since disappeared alone on horseback. Lu Yun's horse was exceptionally swift, and in less than a day, Lu Yun hurriedly returned home, having completely forgotten about the Famous Sword Manor that Feng Xiao had told him about. It was no wonder that he was born with a carefree and detached nature; as long as his family was safe and his beloved was by his side, he had no other desires in this life.

Years ago, when Jian Wuxing spoke of his four disciples, he said that Yang Qi had limited talent, Pei Yan was indecisive, and Shen Xiao was too ruthless. If Lu Yun could change his carefree and easygoing nature, he would be his successor. However, his nature led to the current chaotic state of Mingjian Manor.

Lu Yun arrived home to find his mother and Su Xue had gone out to worship Buddha and burn incense again. He was very disappointed and got drunk. He wasn't woken up by servants until noon the next day. News of his passing the imperial examination had reached Fanyang, and the Ministry of Personnel had appointed him as a sixth-rank official in Suzhou's textile industry. He was to travel to Jiangnan to take up his post in two days. Although Lu Yun was naturally carefree and regarded worldly power as worthless, he was born into the Lu family of Fanyang, a family with a thousand-year-old tradition of scholarship and Confucianism. This ancient family had its own rules, and he couldn't be allowed to be so free. Therefore, without even saying goodbye to his mother and Su Xue, he reluctantly left again to travel alone to Jiangnan to take up his post.

Lu Yun had been busy and tired these past few days, and Pei Yan was also troubled by the various trivial matters of Mingjian Manor. As a pampered young master from a noble family, he was inexperienced in the ways of the world and knew nothing of the deceit and treachery of the martial arts world. He only managed to stabilize the turbulent situation and avert a catastrophe by relying on his title as the Young Master of Huanhua and the former prestige of Jian Wuxing.

In a quaint old mansion in the western suburbs of Hongnong County, a beautiful young woman dressed in red wielded a seven-foot silver spear, wielding it with dazzling skill. Her spear technique was superb, and it was obvious to anyone with discerning eyes that it was a masterful spear technique. However, the fact that such a domineering spear technique, reminiscent of the battlefield, was being performed by a young girl in her prime was somewhat amusing. Besides astonishment, onlookers could only offer wry smiles.

Not long after, the young woman, panting, put away her gun and sat down in a pavilion in the courtyard. She took a sip of the Longjing tea prepared on the table, leaned against a pillar, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her snow-white arms peeked out from her half-rolled sleeves, gently patting the pillar beside her. She seemed troubled by some trivial matter.

Up close, one could see she possessed a cool and aloof appearance. Her features weren't particularly exquisite, but her captivating phoenix eyes were the most alluring. A subtle, unapproachable coldness emanated from her eyes, giving her an air of noble purity, untouchable and unapproachable.

"Jun'er," a dignified male voice called out, and a middle-aged general in military uniform approached the pavilion. The woman glanced at the voice, reluctantly called out "Father," and then fell silent, as if nothing had happened.

The visitor was none other than Yang Qishan, the current head of the Yingchuan Yang family, who was originally the powerful military governor of Jizhou. Having finished his official duties, he returned home to enjoy family time, but his spoiled daughter, pouting and ignoring him, puzzled him. He sat down beside her and asked with a smile, "Which reckless scoundrel dares to anger my Jun'er? Tell your father, and I'll break his legs!"

The girl was Yang Jun, the eldest daughter of the Yang family. She frowned and coldly uttered two words to the powerful warlord who held the power of life and death: "Du Ke." Then, ignoring Yang Qishan's astonished expression, she hurriedly got up and went back to her room. (At this moment, our male protagonist, who was practicing his internal energy in the guest room of the Wen residence, inexplicably sneezed three times in a row and sipped his tea in frustration.)

"Alas! It's all my fault for neglecting Jun'er these past few years. She never tells me what's on her mind." Watching his daughter's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Yang Qishan, the renowned "General of Might" in the Tang Dynasty army, murmured helplessly.

It turned out that the Yang family was also small in number. Yang Qishan himself was an only son, with only a son and a daughter. Yang Qi, the famous "Four Flowers Gentlemen" of the martial arts world, was the eldest son of the Yang family. The dashing and capable woman just now was his most beloved younger sister, Yang Jun, who was also the fiancée arranged for him by his grandfather, Marquis Du Shang, the Duke of Zhenguo. Yang Qishan's wife had passed away early, and he was busy with official duties, guarding Jizhou for many years. Naturally, he had neglected his daughter and felt sorry for his deceased wife's entrustment. He also allowed her to be so willful and capricious, which led to Yang Jun ignoring her father just now.

Unlike the quiet elegance of typical young ladies from noble families, Yang Jun, born into a military family, was a true heroine. Her father, Yang Qi, taught her martial arts from a young age, instructing her in swordsmanship, spear fighting, archery, horsemanship, and various other styles. However, this girl had no interest in embroidery or needlework, only a deep love for martial arts. Yang Qi felt guilty and indulged her whims. Fortunately, her talent in martial arts surpassed even that of her renowned brother. Born into a prestigious family, she naturally possessed a strong family tradition of martial arts, and her cultivation progressed rapidly. Just a few days ago, she broke through the barrier of refining essence into qi and entered the Qi Refining realm, surpassing martial arts prodigies like Du Ke, Wen Hua, and Lu Yun. If the martial arts world were to learn that this young woman, barely nineteen years old, had already reached the Qi Refining realm, who knows how many storms it would stir up.

The spear technique Yang Jun just demonstrated in the courtyard was the Yang family's ancestral Returning Spear Technique. Unlike the Du family's Dragon Evolution Spear Technique, which emphasizes artistic conception and innovation, this technique was truly for killing. The overwhelming spear shadows created a magnificent and imposing aura, making it difficult to breathe. The Yang family ancestors were all military generals. The Hongnong Yang family lineage is a direct descendant of Yang Lin, the legendary military strategist of the Sui and Tang dynasties. They possess the indomitable spirit of their ancestors, who fought and died on the battlefield. However, this spirit was not passed on to the only son, Yang Qi, but to the eldest daughter, Yang Jun.

Yang Qi's personality is like that of his deceased mother—gentle, refined, and kind. Although he is also a soldier, he is a renowned scholar-general in the Tang army. In the martial arts world, he is also a charming and elegant gentleman. It is impossible to associate him with the decisive and ruthless military family of Hongnong Yang. Yang Qishan has been furious about this for a long time.

Yang Jun inherited her father's temperament, possessing the heroic and domineering spirit of the Yang family bloodline, which has made her the fearsome heroine she is today. Her Yang family's "Returning Spear" technique is powerful and fierce, making her resemble a seasoned general who has fought countless battles. She also inherited her mother's beautiful phoenix eyes, making her a truly charming and spirited young woman. (Hehe, our male lead is so lucky!)

"Little sister, you're giving Father a hard time again. Sigh, he finally has time to come back, just consider it a chance to appease him." A gentle and pleasant female voice came from the boudoir deep in the courtyard. Soon after, Yang Jun responded calmly and confidently: "He comes back whenever he wants, and ignores me whenever he doesn't. He even arbitrarily betrothed me to a spoiled brat from a noble family whom he's never even met, trying to use his own daughter's happiness to climb the social ladder. Humph! I won't accept that fate."

"Du Ke is a good person in many ways. My sister met him in Chang'an two months ago. If my sister hadn't already been engaged, my father would have been interested too." The speaker was Wei Yan, Yang Qi's wife and Yang Jun's sister-in-law. She had met Du Ke once at a banquet two months ago.

"He's just a pretentious young nobleman," Yang Jun said dismissively. Her ideal husband was a dashing and unrestrained man who wouldn't deign to be swayed by those spoiled brats from noble families. Therefore, she had been unhappy ever since receiving the news of the engagement.

"Sister, you're mistaken," Wei Yan said. "Du Ke has been practicing under the tutelage of Zen Master Huiming since childhood. He is indeed a humble, courteous, and gentle young man. I've heard he has exceptional talent, and his martial arts skills must be considerable. His Du family's ancestral Dragon Spear Technique is hailed as the best in the world; even Yang Qi is convinced of its power. Don't you want to see it? When you two work together as husband and wife, your martial arts will surely reach a whole new level." Like the rest of the Yang family, Wei Yan strongly supported the marriage, so she gently persuaded Yang Jun, using the martial arts spear technique, which Yang Jun was interested in, as a starting point to change her prejudice against Du Ke.

"I've heard Father mention the Du family's Dragon Spear Technique. Even someone as proud as Father praised it highly, so its reputation is certainly well-deserved. I'll have to go to Chang'an sometime to test its skill. If you want to be my husband, you'll have to win me over completely," Yang Jun said, still unconvinced.

"You're probably going to be disappointed. News came from Chang'an half a month ago that Du Ke has encountered a bottleneck in his martial arts and has gone out to seek opportunities in the martial world," Wei Yan said calmly.

"That's even simpler. My brother's Famous Sword Manor has plenty of manpower; I can easily find him with a few inquiries," Yang Jun said dismissively.

"It seems you're determined to run away from home. So be it," Wei Yan said with a wry smile, though she was secretly pleased. She thought it would be good for them to meet sooner rather than later; two outstanding people together would inevitably spark something. Wei Yan was quite prescient; in the future, when Yang Jun became Du Ke's lawfully wedded wife, he would have to thank her for her mediation, which led to the formation of a loving couple. Of course, there were many frictions and obstacles, but that's a story for later; as the plot unfolds, they will all be revealed.

Chapter 10: A tender and affectionate moment

. After chatting with her sister-in-law for a while, Yang Jun learned a bit about her fiancé, whom she had never met. As the sun began to set, they each went back to their rooms to tidy up and prepare for dinner.

Because Yang Qishan had returned home today, Wei Yan had prepared a rather lavish dinner. Coincidentally, Yang Qi had also taken leave and returned from the army. He wanted to say goodbye to his family and head to Luoyang the next morning. After all, he was the former chief disciple of the manor lord, and although he had no interest in power struggles, he still needed to go back and visit.

The family was finally able to gather together, and everyone was in high spirits. Even Yang Jun's usually icy face was as warm as if the ice had just melted. During the meal, Yang Jun frequently inquired about Du Ke from her father and brothers. Yang Qi, having learned some information about Du Ke from his junior brother Lu Yun, simply smiled and said, "My dear sister, my future brother-in-law is a renowned handsome man in Chang'an. At the grand banquet at my father-in-law's house, his rendition of 'Qing Ping Le' captivated all the young ladies present. What's more, he is skilled in both literature and martial arts; not only is he proficient in poetry, calligraphy, and painting, but his Dragon Spear Technique is a direct descendant of the Marquis of Zhenguo, and he has mastered its essence. His internal energy cultivation is a secret technique from the Shaolin Temple of Mount Song. He is absolutely a dashing young man." "Young man. Besides, Father is usually so proud and arrogant, how could he possibly wrong his precious daughter in such an important matter?" Yang Qishan seemed pleased with his son's words, a smile on his face. Wei Yan, standing beside him, couldn't help but interject, "Silly sister, your brother is also a proud man. Apart from my cousin Lu Yun, I've never seen him praise anyone. And Lu Yun is his junior brother, so they're somewhat close. This Du Ke is someone you've never met before, just like you. What do you have to worry about? Just sit here and enjoy your life as the Marquis's wife!"

"Hmph! I don't care about being the Marquis's wife. Father, I'm going on a long trip to meet him in the martial world myself, to see if he's really as good as you all say. I'll go with my brother tomorrow." Yang Jun's resentment had subsided, but she still spoke defiantly, her unreasonable and spoiled tone causing everyone to shake their heads and could only manage a wry smile.

After dinner, everyone chatted for a while before dispersing. Because she had to get up early to travel the next day, Yang Jun washed up and went to bed early in her boudoir, remaining silent all night. Meanwhile, in Wei Yan's room in the west wing, passion and warmth filled the air. The young couple

, reunited after a long separation, were somewhat unable to contain their emotions—a natural occurrence, as the saying goes, "men and women are driven by desire." "Mmm, husband, Yan'er feels so uncomfortable," a soft, yearning moan came from behind the red curtains. A long, slender, snow-white leg, as smooth as mutton-fat jade, peeked out, slightly raised. Her delicate, three-foot-long lotus feet were exquisitely adorned, with her toes tightly curled downwards, emphasizing her pristine instep—a unique and alluring sight.

"Good Yan'er, good wife, your husband has missed you so much," the man's voice was deep and suppressed, yet sincere and affectionate. Then, a white silk robe flew out of the curtains, landing precisely on the dressing table beside her, seemingly testifying to the fiery passion within.

In the intimate, hazy spring morning tent, the atmosphere was intensely passionate. Yang Qi, his muscular physique on full display, was tirelessly kissing the beautiful woman beneath him, whose spring attire was half-undone. Wei Yan's undergarment had been forcefully pulled open by the man, revealing a bright red narcissus silk bodice tightly bound to her firm, rounded breasts, further accentuating their snow-white, pristine whiteness, captivating all who beheld them. At this moment, her eyes were glazed, and her usually dignified face was flushed with a charming blush. Her cherry-like lips were slightly parted, emitting soft, breathy moans that were utterly mesmerizing.

"Yan'er, these two big white rabbits have been locked up for too long, they're so uncomfortable. Let your husband let them out to get some fresh air." With that, the man lifted her up slightly, and Wei Yan's upper body arched back. As his fingers flew, a red bodice covering her was tossed behind her, revealing a pair of pear-shaped breasts that were throbbing nervously. The two cherries on the peaks seemed to be pleading for the man's unrestrained affection.

Yang Qi was filled with love, and his hands worked extra hard, exploring every part of Wei Xin's body, first her shoulders, then her hands, back and forth, until he finally touched her. Upon touching her round, firm breasts, Wei Xin sighed, her voice filled with pleasure.

Yang Qi felt a surge of excitement, and his fingers couldn't resist their mischievousness, pinching her breasts and gently kneading them. Wei Xin's body jerked slightly, and she sighed softly, her voice trembling. After only a few rubs, her small breasts had already sprouted and quickly hardened.

Yang Qi opened his palm, cupped hers, and gently kneaded them up and down. As her breasts rippled, Wei Xin began to pant: "Ah... ah ha... ah, wait... wait a minute, um... um, um um..."

Her tender breasts filled his hand, and he heard her soft moans. Yang Qi couldn't wait any longer; his heart grew increasingly restless. With each upward lift, his palm would naturally caress her, making Zi Yuan feel intoxicated and pant heavily. Yang Qi himself was even more excited and focused.

He imagined Wei Xin's shy yet joyful expression, and his heart surged with passion, his excitement indescribable. While playing with Wei Xin, he gradually became lost in thought, unconsciously murmuring, "Yan'er's...so tender, so soft...it feels so good..."

Hearing this, Wei Xin panicked, overwhelmed with shame, and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "You...what are you saying? So...so embarrassing...hmm? Hmm, ah...ah ah!"

Just then, Yang Qi, unexpectedly, changed his gentleness and pinched her hard. Wei Xin trembled instantly, her limbs going limp, the impact causing her to involuntarily moan. Yang Qi, lost in his caresses, thought of her beautiful face, how ecstatic she must be, which further aroused his blood, making his veins throb.

He heard Wei Xin's moans, already extremely delicate and difficult to suppress, and a surge of impulse rose within him. He immediately shifted his target, leaving Wei Xin's sweaty breasts behind, and instead moved around to her back, grabbing her full, soft breasts.

Wei Xin let out a soft "Mmm" and fell into Wen Yuan's arms. Yang Qi kissed her ear and whispered, "It feels really nice here..." He then began to caress her, occasionally brushing her back.

Wei Xin blushed and naturally twisted her waist, panting, "I...I hate it...there...um, oh...ah, it tickles, no, um, hum, umm umm umm!" It turned out that Yang Qi had moved his attention again, this time teasing her under her armpits with his fingers, which immediately made Wei Xin giggle sweetly.

Yang Qi said softly, "Yan'er's laughter is also very pleasant." He slowed his fingers, and Wei Xin still chuckled softly, wriggling in his arms, already covered in fragrant sweat, her allure even more pronounced. She gasped, "Don't tease me, I... ah, ah ha... I... my body... is already... is already..."

Yang Qi smiled and said, "Already what?" His right hand moved down, touching between her legs, and he immediately felt a wetness, already overflowing, soaking his hand.

"Ah..." Wei Xin sighed softly, wrapped her arms around Yang Qi's neck, and then offered a kiss. Yang Qi returned the kiss passionately, embracing his wife again. The two pressed against each other, Wei Xin's body was slightly deformed by the pressure, and as their bodies rubbed together, the lubrication of her sweat made the two tender mounds make a soft sound.

"Husband—I want, I want—give me—"

Finally unable to bear the teasing pleasure, Wei Xin lost herself in her senses, calling out a yearning cry in a rhythmic cadence. Wu Long knew that the wonderful moment had finally arrived. The fiery member finally broke free of its restraints, slowly approaching the source of beauty, Wei Xin's water. It looked incredibly tight, the warm moisture carrying subtle, writhing movements that made Wu Long's body eager to taste it. The heat had already reached the crimson line.

Fragrant grasses grew lush, the stream flowed shallowly, and Yang Qi, having explored the source, opened his mouth to lick the saliva. The fiery member surged in, fully opening, revealing the peach blossom paradise. With another thrust from Yang Qi, accompanied by Wei Yan's soft moan, his treasure was fully inside.

The path was clear, allowing Yang Qi to ride freely, urging his horse forward. "Plop, plop—"

As he forcefully penetrated that thin layer of soft flesh, only a slight, slightly uncomfortable moan was heard. Her body, like an octopus, tightly clung to Yang Qi, endlessly demanding more from him. Yang Qi's already fiery member explored the secrets of that secluded, fragrant orifice, shuttling back and forth busily, step by step leading the woman beneath him into a beautiful, dreamlike illusion.

Yang Qi's powerful body throbbed against Wei Xin's beautiful body, his member lingering and stirring within her exceptionally tight and delicate depths. Wei Xin, beneath him, writhes shyly, her snow-white, jade-like body both resisting and welcoming, her bright red cherry lips slightly parted, uttering soft cries and moans.

With Yang Qi's thrusts, Wei Xin couldn't help but writhe, responding with soft breaths. Her two slender, smooth arms, sometimes raised lightly, sometimes lowered, wrapped around his waist, tightening and lifting slightly with each thrust and withdrawal. Her beautiful face, more radiant than a flower, flushed with a fiery blush, her cherry lips slightly parted, her cries melodious and her moans wild. Her soft, snow-white arms, like lotus roots, tightly embraced Wu Long's broad shoulders, her delicate, jade-like hands digging into his muscles, striving to receive her husband's nourishing rain.

Yang Qi's fiery member moved in and out, a surge of heat spreading throughout her body, painting layers of blush on Wei Xin's dazzling white beauty. Her body trembled involuntarily, her firm breasts heaving like waves, creating a soft, surging display. Beads of fragrant sweat dripped from her body, mingling with the intoxicating, soul-stirring aroma, accompanied by soft, plaintive moans.

Chapter 11: Entwined on the Brocade Bed .

His strong, powerful arms held Wei Yan's soft, boneless, snow-white skin tightly. Yang Qi passionately kissed her fragrant lips, savoring her soft, tender tongue.

As Yang Qi's speed increased, his hard, burning member remained only at the tip of its tip inside Wei Yan's delicate, slippery entrance, allowing for deeper penetration each time.

Each entry of Yang Qi reached Wei Yan's tender, sensitive jade palace, causing her moist petals to contract sharply.

He moved faster and faster, thrusting his hips wildly in and out of Wei Yan's smooth, snowy body. With each movement, her delicate body convulsed.

"Ah...mmm..."

Wei Yan's hair was casually draped over the bed, her beautiful eyes closed shyly, suppressing the pleasure in her body. Her heart was shy, and she dared not moan or cry out loudly to express her excitement and bliss at this moment. However, the moans that occasionally escaped from her delicate nose and cherry lips were the most alluring and seductive.

She worried from time to time about Yang Jun, who was sleeping next to her in her bedroom, afraid that her sounds of pleasure would be too loud and wake him up. The more she worried, the more it stimulated the irresistible pleasure in Wei Yan's body.

The sensations in her body grew stronger and stronger, and Wei Yan moaned incessantly. Because of her previous experience, later on, to prevent her increasingly loud moans from reaching Yang Jun's ears, she grabbed the quilt and bit it.

With each thrust of Yang Qi, Wei Yan's snow-white breasts undulated up and down, rubbing against his firm chest.

Burning with desire, Yang Qi forcefully spread Wei Yan's legs wider, allowing for a deeper, more intimate penetration.

Wei Yan's face flushed crimson, her eyes glazed, her body stiffening abruptly. Her plump, white buttocks arched upwards, actively welcoming Zhang Pei's movements.

Due to Wei Yan's cooperation, Yang Qi's movements became increasingly larger and faster. The tender flesh of Wei Yan's labia contracted sharply, tightening his hard, burning member.

With each thrust, Wei Yan's labia flipped in and out, hot, sticky fluid gushing out, overflowing and lubricating his thick, hard member.

The overflowing spring tide made Yang Qi's erection hot and throbbing, slippery and wet, swell even more, each thrust spraying forth, soaking their tightly intertwined private parts.

Wei Yan writhed wantonly, her high, firm breasts swaying up and down with her rapid breathing, creating large ripples of white flesh. But she bit down hard on the quilt with her pearly white teeth, preventing herself from crying out, only able to express her feelings through heavy nasal sounds. At this moment, her soft, lotus-like arms tightly embraced Yang Qi's arched waist, her high breasts pressed firmly against his strong, warm chest. Wei Yan's straight neck was pulled back, her beautiful hair flying wildly.

"Mmm...ah...it's coming..."

Wei Yan's burning head swayed from side to side with Yang Qi's movements, and she could no longer hold back. She opened her mouth, spitting out the quilt she was biting, panting and moaning repeatedly.

"Yan'er..."

Yang Qi growled, holding Wei Yan's plump, white buttocks even tighter and harder, his legs powerfully pushing against the bed, his hips completely sinking into her full, slender legs, all his weight concentrated on his hard, burning erection.

"Ah..."

Wei Yan screamed loudly, her delicate body trembling, and a large amount of crystal-clear fluid gushed out. Yang Qi felt a numbness in his lower back, followed by an explosive release, and the two of them reached the peak of saintly bliss.

The room fell silent for a moment. After a long while, Wei Yan finally came back to her senses from the peak of pleasure. Yang Qi looked at her, smiling silently, his eyes shining with love.

"You rascal, you were so rough just now, you almost killed me!" Wei Yan, her face flushed, gently pressed against Yang Qi's chest, her voice soft and tender with boundless satisfaction. "Husband, it's so wonderful to have met you. Yan'er is the happiest woman in the world..."

Yang Qi moved Wei Yan's soft, boneless body closer to him, letting her two full, trembling breasts press tightly against his strong chest. He smiled and whispered, "My darling, our good days are yet to come. From now on, your husband will make you happier and happier every day."

"Mmm, sleep well, husband, you have to go on a long trip tomorrow." Wei Yan's words were filled with endless tenderness. Yang Qi nodded, and the two intertwined their necks, falling asleep together.

They slept soundly through the night, enjoying the sweet moments of love. At this moment, Yang Qi woke up first. He opened his eyes and gently turned his head. His beloved wife, Wei Yan, had her back to him, still fast asleep. Her smooth, fragrant shoulders rose and fell gently with her even breathing. Yang Qi raised an eyebrow, smiled, and gently buried his face in the back of his wife's neck, taking a deep breath. Her sweet scent, warm and comforting, seeped into his heart. His face touched the soft strands of hair at the back of Wei Yan's neck, instantly sending a tingling sensation through him. Wei Yan, feeling his breath on her, hummed softly in her sleep, her body twisting and turning, her long legs curling and straightening, rubbing together a few times like silk, before drifting back into sleep.

Recalling their passionate lovemaking the previous night, Yang Qi's face gradually broke into a smile. He gently lifted the red quilt, revealing her snow-white, fragrant body. Afraid his wife would catch a cold, he lay down, unbuttoned his robe, and embraced Wei Yan from behind. Wei Yan let out a soft moan, gently nuzzling against him, but remained unconscious. He rubbed Wei Yan's soft back, reaching out to untie the knot of her bodice, his hands slipping under her armpits to gently grasp her breasts. The moment he held his wife's smooth, creamy breasts, his desire surged uncontrollably, gradually hardening.

Yang Qi caressed Wei Yan's breasts, finding them still supple and firm, yet even more exquisite than before. He cupped her full, rounded breasts in his hands, gently teasing her rosy nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. Wei Yan groaned softly, mumbling, "You naughty boy..." In her hazy state, she reached back and grasped Yang Qi's jade stem, her soft palm gently pressing against his thick, erect shaft.

Yang Qi breathed heavily, his pants bulging high. He whispered in Wei Yan's ear, "Yan'er, how about I take off my pants? You can touch it directly, it'll be more satisfying." Wei Yan gave a soft hum and pulled her hand back. Yang Qi released her, stripping himself naked, his erect penis yearning for his woman's comfort. He pressed against Wei Yan's smooth, bare back, whispering, "Wife, that's enough, you can touch it."

Wei Yan didn't answer; her breath was long and sweet, she was fast asleep. Yang Qi was both amused and annoyed, but his erection was like an arrow on a bowstring. He thrust his body, pressing his burning member against Wei Yan's soft buttocks. Wei Yan was curled up asleep, her smooth, snowy buttocks facing Yang Qi. Yang Qi quietly removed her underpants, his hard, log-like member rubbing back and forth.

Wei Yan's buttocks were round and high, and Yang Qi pressed tightly against them, his head held high, her back pressed against his hot abdomen. His abdomen was squeezed between Wei Yan's deep crevice, as if being held by her warm, round buttocks, a sensation of exquisite pleasure. Yang Qi couldn't help but rub against her frequently, finding his wife's softness and allure increasingly irresistible. His penis, without him noticing, began to secrete fluid, and after a few strokes, it was glistening with moisture. His erect penis slithered and writhed like an eel, making soft, squelching sounds, both beautiful and intriguing.

Wei Yan was half-asleep, humming softly in her hazy state, her natural moans and gasps making Yang Qi's blood boil even more. He shifted his body slightly back, pressing his proud, erect penis down with his hand, like a long spear, the shaft pressed against the honeyed crevice between Wei Yan's legs, and thrusting it straight in. It was quite long, emerging from between Wei Yan's tightly closed legs. At this moment, the penis was throbbing upwards, the entire shaft pressing tightly between Wei Yan's soft, moist lips. The force of the upward thrust caused Wei Yan to let out another low moan.

Yang Qi's penis was warmly gripped by his wife's tender base, feeling incredibly comfortable. He patiently moved and swayed slightly, like a rolling pin, grinding and polishing between her legs, which were softer than dough. He repeated this, like grinding ink, turning the initial moisture into a smooth, oily sheen.

Wei Yan gradually awoke, her mind still not clear, but the fiery pleasure on her tender vulva grew increasingly clear and intense. At this moment, her mind was free of distractions, allowing her to fully experience the exquisite sensation of a man and woman touching. Like a blazing fire, her body reacted instinctively. Soon, a blush spread across her face, her cherry lips moistened, and her alluring eyes slightly opened, revealing a glimmer of starlight. A trickle of moisture flowed from below.

Yang Qi lingered for a while longer, seeing her lost in thought, moaning softly, and feeling the warm, sticky sensation between her legs, he withdrew, then, with a soft "squeak," used the lubrication to slip between Wei Yan's legs. The glans of his penis brushed against her sensitive clitoris, then sank into the two soft, dew-covered labia, gently held by the wet petals.

Yang Qi gasped in pleasure, cupping his wife's beautiful buttocks in his hands, and thrust his penis forward again. The flesh, slippery from the wet bud, was like a blunt plow, forcing open Wei Yan's soft, honeyed vulva, even plowing open the two tender red labia inside, rubbing against her slippery, soft opening, all the way to her clitoris.

Wei Yan's body trembled violently, her erection straightening, letting out a long, soft moan, her body heaving, finally waking up. Her whole body was burning with desire, aroused, and seeing her husband enthusiastically stealing her away, she bit her cherry lips lightly, suppressing her breath, not daring to expose him.

Yang Qi was completely absorbed in the spring breeze, oblivious to everything. Being softly held by Wei Yan's wet, tender vulva was incredibly pleasurable. He burrowed in and out between her warm, slippery thighs, rubbing against her clitoris several times. With each scrape and pull, Wei Yan's body felt both sore and numb, and she couldn't help but let out a soft cry. Her pink areolas swelled slightly, her nipples trembled gently, and she hardened.

Chapter 12 Bedroom Pleasures

Yang Qi heard his wife's intermittent moans and saw her body slightly twisting. His love intensified, and he thrust upwards forcefully, his penis brushing against her already erect clitoris, sending a tingling pleasure straight to his bones. Wei Yan's clitoris trembled violently as he touched it, and she cried out, "Yang Lang…", she moved her buttocks, rubbing her engorged clitoris repeatedly.

The more she rubbed, the more itchy and tingling she felt. She moaned softly, tilting her head back, one slender hand grasping the slippery shaft and pressing it against her clitoris, while the other hand caressed her own body.

Yang Qi panted, "Wife, let your husband help you." He slipped his hands under his wife's armpits and cupped her heavy breasts.

Wei Yan was sensitive; her body went limp as her husband's warm hand grasped hers, even before he had a chance to caress her. She said coquettishly, "You want it so badly... ah... last night... why didn't we do it again? Touch my nipples..."

Yang Qi stroked her breasts while using the tip of his penis to probe the entrance to her moist, sweet cave, panting, "I saw you were too tired last night, I couldn't bear it."

Wei Yan turned and kissed him, swaying her hips to meet his large glans, saying, "Silly husband... as long as... you want it, Yan'er... will give it to you." Yang Qi had no time to speak; he was already nestled in a soft hollow, moist and wriggling like a small mouth, subtly sucking at his glans.

Yang Qi thrust forward, but in his haste, he lost his grip on the angle, and his hard penis slipped off the tender entrance, drawing out a thick, slippery stream of fluid from between Ling Yujia's legs. Wei Yan's neck, white from his pounding, stretched straight. She let out a soft moan, half-angry, half-scolding, biting her lip and laughing, "Silly husband, even an old horse can get lost?"

Yang Qi adjusted his position, grasping his penis and rubbing it against her slippery entrance, chuckling, "The Peach Blossom Spring is narrow; the fisherman has lost his way."

Wei Yan was about to retort playfully when her husband thrust forward, causing her to cry out and grip the sheets tightly. She felt her small opening being gently yet forcefully stretched open by a rounded, fleshy mushroom, a hot, thick, hard penis slowly pushing in, gradually arching into the depths of her sensitive, fiery vagina. She bit her lip, anticipating the large mushroom's collision with the deepest stamen, but just as it was about to touch, Yang Qi slowly withdrew. She moaned uncontrollably, her pink, tender vagina trembling and writhing, sucking at the slowly withdrawing penis.

Just as the jade stem was about to withdraw completely, Yang Qi thrust in again, smooth as a ship's bow cutting through waves, cutting through layers of muddy, slippery flesh, reaching its very end. Wei Yan panted, waiting for his heavy impact, but the tip of his rod only lightly grazed her tender core before immediately withdrawing. This caused her snowy belly to tighten, and she spurted out another stream of sticky flower essence.

After a few gentle thrusts, Wei Yan couldn't resist any longer. She grabbed Yang Qi's arm and gasped, "Husband, harder!"

Yang Qi kissed the back of her neck and the back of her ear, whispering, "I'm being gentle now that I've just gone in."

Wei Yan shook her head, raising one snowy white leg and hooking it back desperately, trying to let that incredibly annoying thing go in even deeper. She turned to kiss her husband, urging, "It's already very slippery, come in harder, deeper..."

Encouraged by his wife, Yang Qi held her hooked snowy leg with one hand and wrapped the other around her slender waist, thrusting powerfully. His hard abdomen slammed against his wife's soft, peach-like buttocks, making a crisp slapping sound. His dragon-like jade stem repeatedly burrowed into her smooth, tender vulva, thrusting against Wei Yan's clitoris.

Wei Yan's soft hair danced in the wind, her soft breasts heaving from Yang Qi's thrusts. She turned to the side, hooking her soft arm around Yang Qi's neck, and released her tongue. Yang Qi quickly took it into his mouth, their lips and tongues intertwining, while below, long thrusts flowed freely.

Wei Yan's hot, tight body drew Yang Qi's movements faster and faster, beyond his control. He suddenly lifted Wei Yan's delicate body into his arms. Caught off guard, Wei Yan cried out softly as her snowy buttocks landed firmly on him, his large member thrusting deep into her fiery depths. She felt the tender folds of her most intimate place being stretched and smoothed by his thick member.

Yang Qi pushed against her soft back, panting, "Wife, you move."

Wei Yan opened her fair skin, sat on him, turned her head to look at him, and panted, "You want me to move? Aren't you afraid of climaxing?"

Yang Qi gently lifted his buttocks, letting them glide beautifully against her trembling flesh, and laughed, "If you're about to come, stop. If you still can't hold it in, I'll ejaculate inside you." Wei Yan placed her hands on the pillow, lifting her peach-like round buttocks into the air. Her slender back straightened, her waist swayed, her snowy belly contracted and expanded, her round buttocks tracing soft, alluring curves, swallowing and caressing Yang Qi's member.

Swirling and swallowed within her honeyed embrace, both the glans and shaft felt an intoxicating, bone-melting tightness. Yang Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Wife, you're so tight and slippery inside, it's making me feel weak to the bone!"

Wei Yan, her face upturned, panted, "Do you want... me to go slower?"

Yang Qi's muscles were tense, and he gasped, "No! Faster!"

Wei Yan twisted and turned rapidly like a willow swaying in the wind, glancing at Yang Qi.

Yang Qi felt waves of pleasure wash over him. He saw his wife turn her face, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes as alluring as spring water, her petal-like lips red and moist. He couldn't help but say, "Kiss me."

Wei Yan twisted and lay down, hooking his head behind her back and offering him a sweet kiss. Out of the corner of his eye, Yang Qi saw her breasts rise and tremble as she lay down. He reached out and pressed them against his wife's smooth, fleshy mounds, making them bulge out like two mounds of cream. Wei Yan moaned, her snowy buttocks bobbing up and down as the thrusting became increasingly rapid. Yang Qi couldn't help but move as well, pounding his long rod fiercely. The two kissed passionately, their bodies tightly intertwined. With each thrust, strands of thick, white fluid were released. Wei Yan was completely intoxicated, her moans incessant. Suddenly, Yang Qi pulled out with a soft "pop," leaving her wet and slippery. Wei Yan's honeyed vulva, still feeling the sweet sensation, suddenly felt empty, and she cried out, "Husband..." Yang Qi didn't answer. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and lifted her snowy legs, pressing her knees against her full, round breasts. With a thrust, he plunged straight into her still throbbing, writhing honeyed passage.

Wei Yan felt her husband growing increasingly hard and hot, like a red-hot iron rod pressing rapidly inside her flower. She gripped Yang Qi's arms, her voice trembling, "Husband, do you want to ejaculate?" Yang Qi had no time to answer, flipping her over and pinning her beneath him. He swept her legs up, pressing her knees against her full, round breasts, and thrust in, penetrating her still throbbing, wet passage.

Wei Yan felt her husband grow increasingly hard and hot, like a red-hot iron bar rapidly pounding inside her. She gripped Yang Qi's arms, her voice trembling, "Husband, do you want to ejaculate?" Yang Qi didn't answer, burying his head in his thrusts, leaving Wei Yan utterly defenseless. She cupped her husband's face in her slender hands, her brows slightly furrowed, her beautiful eyes gazing at him blankly, soft moans escaping her throat.

Yang Qi thrust faster and faster, sweat pouring down his face. Seeing the seductive look on Wei Yan's face, he suddenly roared, releasing her legs while his hands gripped her buttocks, pressing his entire body tightly against her delicate form, and began thrusting rapidly.

Wei Yan endured the pain for a moment, then suddenly clung tightly to Yang Qi, crying out in a hoarse voice, "I...I'm going to...lose it!" Yang Qi felt her body convulse a few times, her tender vagina burning hot, the slippery vaginal canal tightly gripping him. He had reached his climax and could no longer hold back; his glans stung, and he ejaculated a hot, furious stream.

Wei Yan knew her husband's desires. Although she was reluctant to give up the pleasure within her, seeing that he had just finished, she pushed him away, grasped his still-erect penis, and took it into her mouth, licking it repeatedly.

Seeing her kneeling before him like a kitten, swaying her head, her small mouth passionately taking his penis in and out, Yang Qi, who had already ejaculated, now, under her licking, released another stream into her tender mouth.

Wei Yan hummed in agreement, but still had his penis in her mouth, wrinkling her nose and making a playful face at him. Yang Qi, deeply in love with her, let her suckle for a while longer before finally being satisfied. He stroked her hair and said softly, "Yan'er, ah... that's enough."

Hearing this, Wei Yan slowly released the penis, mischievously climbing onto him and laughing, "You try it too!" followed by a deep kiss. After

a few playful moments, Yang Qi smiled and said, "I wonder if it will be successful today."

Wei Yan understood what her husband meant; she had been married for over a year and still wasn't pregnant, which was causing her father some anxiety.

She thought for a moment and asked, "If you get pregnant this time, would you prefer a boy or a girl?"

Yang Qi replied, "A boy would be best. But if it's a girl, she'll definitely be as beautiful as you, which wouldn't be bad either."

Wei Yan playfully scolded, "You're so glib! If I have a girl, you'll definitely make me give her a little brother."

Yang Qi laughed heartily, but stopped teasing her. He simply reached out and tightly embraced his beloved wife, murmuring, "My husband knows how much hardship Yan'er has endured these past years. Once the matter at Mingjian Manor is settled, I will resign from my position as general and duke, and spend my days with my Yan'er, reciting poetry, painting, playing the zither, and playing chess, no longer caring about those disputes. Yan'er, what do you say?"

Wei Yan trembled upon hearing this, her eyes welling up with tears. She pressed her flushed face tightly against Yang Qi's broad chest, nodding repeatedly.

After resting for a while, remembering that they were going on a long trip that day, they dressed and got out of bed together. After Yang Qi and his wife finished washing up, he saw her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed, giving her a more delicate and charming appearance than usual, as if she had been moistened by rain. He glanced at her a few times, and the thought of flying with her again arose, but he barely managed to suppress his impulse. (04-26

Chapter 13: A Life Together) Their

intimate moment lasted a long time. The couple hurriedly got up, and when they finished washing up and came out of their room, everyone in the family had already finished breakfast and was waiting in the living room for this loving couple who were "better off than newlyweds."

After her encounter, Wei Yan became even more charming and alluring. Arm in arm with Yang Qi, she gracefully strode into the living room. Seeing everyone staring at her, including the maids and servants, all wearing ambiguous smiles, she realized the hidden meaning. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she glared fiercely at Yang Qi. Seeing his unperturbed, mischievous grin, she angrily reached out and pinched the soft flesh of his waist. The crowd, as if seeing her ostrich-like act, could no longer contain themselves and burst into laughter. Wei Yan was so embarrassed that her cheeks burned as if they were about to bleed. She buried her head deeply, her small fists pounding against Yang Qi's broad chest in protest.

"Sister-in-law, you're so confused! You used to be so punctual, never oversleeping. Did you forget the time as soon as your brother got home? Perhaps you were too tired last night? Even though you're young, you should still take care of yourself!" Yang Jun wasn't about to let it go, her words making Wei Yan even more embarrassed and annoyed. She playfully scolded Yang Qi, "You rascal, it's all your fault! Look at him, he's even making fun of me!"

Looking at his wife's shy and charming expression and her slightly reproachful tone, Yang Qi was completely captivated. He reached out and embraced her, his arms filled with her soft, fragrant body. Ignoring the stares of others, she said to her father, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I went to bed late last night, so I got up a little late."

Yang Qishan, being an experienced man, naturally understood the tenderness of the situation. He knew the young couple were deeply in love and momentarily lost in their intimacy, so he simply smiled and said, "It's alright, hurry up and sit down for breakfast!"

After the two quickly finished their breakfast, Wei Gouyan could no longer bear the intense gazes of others and hurriedly ran back to her room to help her husband pack. Yang Qi watched his wife's graceful figure disappear into the distance, his face filled with blissful intoxication. After a long while, he heard a lukewarm voice say, "Hey, she's already gone, what are you still looking at?" Turning around, he saw his spoiled younger sister, who had always made him both laugh and cry, looking at him with a mocking expression. He could only shake his head with a wry smile, not responding to her words, lest she start nagging again, which would only cause him trouble.

Seeing that her brother ignored her, Yang Jun felt comforted by the deep affection between her brother and sister-in-law, so she stopped teasing them and only said, "If that boy loves me as much as my brother loves my sister-in-law, I will ask for nothing more."

Hearing this, Yang Qi couldn't help but laugh and scold, "How can you say such shameless and foolish things when you're still a young, unmarried girl?"

"Hmph! You're allowed to be so lovey-dovey and deeply affectionate, but others aren't allowed to pursue happiness?" Yang Jun had always been a fearless and cheerful person, without a trace of the coyness or affectation expected of a young lady. Her innocent nature was quite charming.

Yang Qi could only smile helplessly, then his expression suddenly changed, and he said seriously, "You'd better behave yourself when you go to Luoyang this time. Don't run around. The martial world is chaotic, and relationships are complicated. An unintentional mistake could lead to your death. You need to rein in your reckless nature."

"Okay, okay, I know. Brother, why do you sound just like Father? It's like I'm going out to cause trouble." Yang Jun leaned against her brother, displaying her petite and affectionate side, her words full of coquettishness.

Yang Qi looked at his beloved younger sister with doting eyes, a wry smile on his face. He said, "Jun'er, this is your first time going out. It's to let you see more of the world and learn some life experience. You're almost married; we can't let others laugh at our Yang family's eldest daughter for being ignorant."

Yang Jun nodded obediently, her face full of docility. Because their mother had passed away early and their father was busy with official duties, the two siblings had a particularly deep bond since childhood, far surpassing that of siblings in ordinary families. Yang Jun was raised by her older brother from a young age, naturally developing a strong attachment to him. When Wei Yan married into the Yang family, Yang Jun thought she had lost her beloved brother and cried her heart out, refusing to accept her new sister-in-law, severely straining their relationship. Later, as she grew older, with Wei Yan's patience and Yang Qi's gentle persuasion, she realized that the two truly loved each other, and that her brother still doted on her as before. She accepted Wei Yan, and the two got along well. Their relationship quickly improved dramatically, becoming even closer than sisters, which led to her earlier innocent teasing of Wei Yan.

The family spent a joyful half-day together. Yang Qishan received orders to return to his post, and the brother and sister also set off for Luoyang. Their parting was naturally filled with reluctance and tearful eyes.

While Yang Jun embarked on her journey through the martial world, her fiancé, Du Ke, whom she had never met, also left the Wen family mansion to continue his journey with Wen Hua. The two remained silent throughout the journey, their eyes occasionally meeting, at which point Wen Hua would quickly look away. Although both were interested, Wen Hua was a dignified and chaste young lady from a prominent family, and Du Ke held her in high esteem, unable to bring himself to force himself on her.

The long-suppressed passion finally ignited, spreading like wildfire and instantly consuming everything. In their days of mutual support and companionship, Wen Hua gradually opened her heart, shedding the empty titles of the eldest daughter-in-law of the Du family and the eldest daughter of the Wen family, and wholeheartedly dedicating herself to a passionate love affair with Du Ke.

The blue sky is silent, the white clouds are speechless, yet they remain steadfastly together. Some feelings don't need many words to express; to do so would seem pale. Love existed from the very beginning and has never ended. The two have journeyed together, enduring wind and rain, their tacit understanding growing stronger. To outsiders, they appear as a couple traveling the world hand in hand,

their carefree joy envied by all. On this particular day, the sky was clear and the breeze gentle, and their mood mirrored the weather, as they rode freely and unrestrained. Early summer had arrived, and the temperature was rising daily. Wen Hua wore a moon-white short-sleeved shirt that tightly bound her breasts, her slender waist swaying with the horse's movements. She wore tight-fitting silk trousers that outlined her perfectly rounded buttocks, making her curvaceous figure even more alluring.

Du Ke glanced at her a few times, then felt his breath quicken and his heart race; he dared not turn back to look at her. The two left Luoyang and headed east, now arriving in Songzhou (present-day Shangqiu, Henan), under the jurisdiction of the Xuanwu military governor. Songzhou was just a small city; the fire at the city gates had affected the innocent bystanders. The An Lushan Rebellion 50 years ago had severely damaged this peaceful town, and it had yet to recover.

The two had originally gone to Xuzhou to seek guidance from Lin Yuanshan, the young head of the Lin Family Escort Agency, on the essentials of refining essence into qi. It was widely rumored in the martial arts world that he had already entered the Qi Refining Realm at the young age of 20, making him a leading figure among the younger generation of martial artists. The Lin family patriarch was an old friend of Du Shang, and out of consideration for their families' long-standing friendship, the man could at least offer some guidance.

Entering Songzhou through the west gate, they found the streets sparsely populated with stalls and only a few scattered pedestrians, making the entire city seem desolate and quiet. Hearing the clatter of hooves echoing on the old cobblestone street, passersby turned to look at the two unexpected guests, their eyes filled with amazement and surprise. They clearly couldn't understand why such a celestial beauty would come to this deserted, remote town.

Wen Hua, naturally easygoing and unassuming, couldn't bear such direct and eager stares. She quickly dismounted and, without a word, led her horse to the "Youjian Inn" on the side of the street to find lodging. Du Ke silently followed her into the inn.

Being so beautiful, she attracted attention wherever she went. Even the innkeeper was deeply stunned by Wen Hua's beauty, taking a long time to recover. His face flushed red, clearly showing he was a virgin. The two chose a secluded corner to sit down. Du Ke naturally shielded Wen Hua in the blind spot of the wall, protecting her from the lecherous gazes of the disdainful men. They ordered two simple dishes, ate a hearty meal, and then hurried to their respective rooms.

Du Ke had just hurriedly placed his luggage in the room when he heard a soft knock at the door. As the door slowly opened, Wen Hua's beautiful figure appeared. Seeing the stunned, infatuated man, she smiled slightly and said, "Silly boy, won't you invite me in?"

The two chatted freely about their insights on martial arts cultivation, like intimate lovers with perfect understanding. Whenever Du Ke raised a point, Wen Hua would pinpoint the crux of the matter, both amazed by their unspoken chemistry. They say time with a beautiful woman always flies by, and this was certainly true for Du Ke.

Before they knew it, the sun was setting and night was falling, and the two were still arguing about the differences between Taoism and Buddhism. Du Ke, having received the teachings of the Buddhist master Huiming since childhood, naturally supported Buddhism, while Wen Hua, influenced by her parents, supported Taoism, which advocated tranquility and non-action. The saying goes, "A smile while holding a flower, a single thought can lead to Buddhahood, a single thought to demonhood." Buddhism emphasizes the importance of seizing fleeting opportunities. Du Ke also felt his basic skills had reached the Qi Refining stage, but the opportune moment hadn't arrived, preventing him from breaking through. Taoism advocates constant stillness and cultivation, while Wen Hua believed it was due to insufficient Qi and essence; quantitative change leads to qualitative change, requiring diligent daily practice and nightly breathing exercises.

Both perspectives have merit, strengths, and weaknesses. Du Ke's ideas were more opportunistic, while Wen Hua's were too rigid; a fusion of both is the true path. The so-called "refining essence into Qi" involves transforming one's own essence into Yang Qi, channeling it through the Ren and Du meridians into the Dantian, achieving a unity of spirit and Qi—also known as the "Small Heavenly Circuit." Since the Ren and Du meridians remained closed, entering the Qi Refining stage seemed a distant prospect.

Suddenly, Du Ke remembered the rare and authentic copy of the *Su Nu Jing* (Classic of the Plain Girl) he had fortuitously obtained at the Wen residence. The ancient Yin-Yang dual cultivation method described within was the best way to open the Ren and Du meridians, but its peculiar practice caused him immense suffering. The beautiful woman he deeply admired before him was the perfect partner for practicing this dual cultivation technique, yet Du Ke, though lustful, lacked the courage to voice his lewd thoughts.

Chapter 14 Yin-Yang and Five Elements .

The *Su Nu Jing* that Du Ke had unintentionally obtained in the Wen residence's study was indeed completely different from the bedroom secrets circulating in the marketplace. It was a genuine ancient scripture concerning cultivation and martial arts, systematically explaining the Nine Forms of the Plain Girl for strengthening the body, and also recording the *Xuanjue Dandao Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Technique* written by the Taoist patriarch Hongjun. This

thousand-year-old secret Yin-Yang dual cultivation method advocated "following human desires to prove the Way of Heaven," its method of using desire to control desire and refining desire to achieve truth was unique; its harmonizing Yin and Yang and its miraculous formation of the golden elixir were exceptionally effective, possessing the power to seize the creation of heaven and earth. Both Buddhism and Taoism regard the practice of dual cultivation as an extremely secret teaching transmitted outside their respective doctrines. Buddhism has the supreme yoga "union of bliss and emptiness," while Taoism calls it the "supreme wondrous path of the golden elixir of human essence." Because the principles and methods of dual cultivation are easily misunderstood by the world and thus invite slander, and there is even fear that it might be transmitted to the wrong people and harm humanity, successive sages and masters have "openly criticized but secretly practiced," and have kept this path deeply secret, only revealing its true essence to a select few true disciples who have undergone rigorous testing. The books and rudimentary methods circulating today are mostly superficial and hearsay, making it difficult to distinguish truth from falsehood. Therefore, many people fail in their cultivation because they do not understand the proper sequence and steps of practice and have not grasped the true essence and key points.

Du Ke's *Su Nu Jing* is a unique, ancient text. Its detailed descriptions are completely contrary to the common understanding of the harmful and self-serving practice of dual cultivation, a supreme technique truly in harmony with the Dao. It was passed down by the ancient emperors Fuxi and Nuwa when they broke through the void, and is closely related to the five elements and the eight trigrams. Initially, the man should not loosen his clothes, and the woman should not loosen her belt. They should sit facing each other, three feet apart. The man should focus his spirit on the Niwan Palace (upper dantian), as this is the peak of Qian Yuan (the first point of existence), most capable of absorbing the Qi and blood of the other. The woman should focus her spirit on the Xuehai (lower dantian), as this is the Kun Yuan (lower dantian), guarding it will cause the Qi and blood to move from stillness to movement, thus producing primordial Qi. The only requirement of this technique is that the male and female partners must truly love each other and be united in body and spirit, without the slightest resistance to the fusion of their essence, Qi, and spirit. Otherwise, they will suffer from qi deviation, losing the technique altogether, or even their lives.

However, such cultivation is only suitable for those in the Foundation Establishment stage. Du and Wen have already reached the peak of the Essence Refining stage, making it unsuitable for them. The cultivation method applicable to the Essence Refining stage doesn't require the man and woman to be in union; it simply requires them to sit facing each other, cross-legged, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling. The woman sits upright on the man's tightly crossed legs, his palms facing upwards, the woman's downwards, palms pressed tightly together, merging their essence into one, breaking through the Ren and Du meridians, and entering the Qi Refining stage.

Du Ke felt a headache coming on at the thought of being so close yet without any distracting thoughts. Not only was his self-control lacking, but he also blamed Wen Hua for being too beautiful; any man would feel a stirring of desire in her. Sigh. Du Ke took a deep breath before mustering his courage to speak, "I have a method to help us open our Ren and Du meridians, but we need to practice it together with my sister."

Wen Hua thought it was just a simple breathing exercise, but when she realized he insisted on involving her, she was surprised. She playfully scolded, "What mischief are you up to now?" Seeing Du Ke's hesitant and coy demeanor, she couldn't help but chuckle, like ice thawing, irresistibly captivating the scheming little devil.

After a long silence, Du Ke finally came to his senses and solemnly described the ancient dual cultivation technique, "Mysterious Enlightenment Alchemy Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Technique." Wen Hua listened intently, her eyes sparkling like autumn waves, her cheeks flushed, and she murmured, "I knew you little lecher had no good intentions, hmph!" Her slight anger and charm were palpable, making Du Ke's heart flutter once more.

Wen Hua herself didn't know why, but she completely believed what he said. After considering it for a short while, she said, "Alright, I agree. But let me make it clear first, it's just for practicing and breaking through the bottleneck together. Don't get any funny ideas, or else, hmph!" As she spoke, she made a downward slicing motion with her palm, which made Du Ke tremble all over. A certain mischievous thing in his body felt a chill and shrank back, leaving him wanting to cry.

Now that the words were out, it was time to put them into action. Neither of them were pretentious, so they began to practice according to the illustrations on the ancient scroll. Du Ke was a lay Buddhist disciple, so he was naturally familiar with this meditation-like posture. He sat cross-legged on the bed, palms facing up, quietly resting on his lap, and closed his eyes to enter a meditative state. Not long after, a soft sound was heard, and a familiar fragrance wafted into his nostrils, a pure and delicate scent of a virgin mixed with the rich and sweet aroma of a mature woman. He knew, of course, that it was the scent of the beautiful Wen Hua. Du Ke's legs sank, and he felt a shapely body fall into his arms. Before he could react, he instinctively reached out to embrace her. Just as he raised his hands slightly, a pair of slender, delicate hands gripped them tightly, and he heard Wen Hua's low, soft, coquettish voice: "You little rascal, if you dare to be naughty again, I'll never talk to you again." Du Ke was stunned, quickly remembering his serious matter. His handsome face flushed with embarrassment, and he tightly closed his eyes, daring not to open them again.

Easier said than done; so many things in this world are like this, and Du Ke and Wen Hua were now facing this predicament. They already harbored mutual affection, but were tormented by their socially unacceptable identities. Now, with such a legitimate reason, how could they not feel a stirring of desire under the circumstances of their arranged meeting? Once or twice would be fine, but if it continued, Du Ke couldn't guarantee when he might impulsively take advantage of the beauty on the spot.

Having found an opportunity for breakthrough, the two canceled their plans to go to Xuzhou, determined to stay and cultivate together until they opened their Ren and Du meridians and broke through to the Qi Refining realm before continuing their adventures. Perhaps it was destiny; Du Ke belonged to the Wood element, and Wen Hua to the Water element. Black water nourishes green wood, and their true energy was remarkably harmonious. After only three days of cultivation, they both felt a significant improvement in their cultivation levels and gained even more trust in this mysterious ancient dual cultivation technique.

As their power increased, their mood also improved. Coupled with their inseparable companionship over the past few days, their feelings for each other naturally deepened. At this moment, night had fallen, and the bright moon hung high. The already sparsely populated city of Songzhou appeared even more desolate under the cold moonlight. However, in a superior room of an inn in the city center, the atmosphere was filled with warmth. A man and a woman sat facing each other, eyes closed, sweat pouring down their faces, and faint white true energy emanating from their heads, clearly at a crucial moment in their breakthrough. All was quiet, save for the occasional clear chirping of cicadas.

After a long while, both opened their eyes, their faces filled with the joy of their long-cherished wish fulfilled. At this moment, they were deeply in love, their eyes and brows brimming with smiles, lost in a dream of mutual understanding, love, and commitment, unwilling to wake up. Persistence pays off. After casting aside their romantic thoughts, they focused on climbing the peak of martial arts together, finally achieving some success. They transformed their vital essence into Yin and Yang energies, channeling them into each other's bodies through breathing exercises and physical contact, perfectly merging them together. Finally, they broke through the powerful barrier of the Ren and Du meridians, drawing the energy into their lower abdomen's dantian, achieving unity of spirit and energy.

Officially entering the Qi Refining Realm, Du Ke couldn't help but feel a little carried away. Reaching out, he found himself embracing a soft, warm body. Wen Hua's long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, and her joy was even greater than Du Ke's. She was already moved to tears, her eyes like pear blossoms in spring rain, making her even more captivating. With his beloved in his arms, Du Ke was so excited he could have abandoned everything else. He couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her luscious red lips.

Wen Hua, both amused and annoyed, stopped his burning lips, playfully scolding, "Trying to bully me again? Let me up, I want to go back to my room. I need to go back and test the tangible effects of entering the Qi Refining Realm."

Seeing her give such an irresistible reason in the heat of the moment, Du Ke, while scolding her, couldn't help but secretly admire her remarkable rationality and self-control. He could only helplessly release her, letting her gracefully depart. Alas, his plan had failed again.

The next morning, Du Ke had just woken from a blissful dream with his beautiful sister-in-law when he heard a soft knock at the door. Still half-asleep, he got out of bed to open it, forgetting that he was only wearing a barely covering garment. His morning erection, a result of his morning instincts, made him stand tall like a small mountain. The beautiful woman who had just entered was so embarrassed that she quickly turned away, scolding, "You rascal, hurry up and put your clothes on! I brought you some breakfast. Eat quickly and come downstairs. Today we're going to the outskirts to familiarize ourselves with the use of internal energy." With that, she slammed the food on the table and stormed out.

Du Ke looked at his throbbing member, smiled helplessly, quickly washed up, ate a few bites of steamed bun, and came downstairs. He saw Wen Hua already standing prettily at the shop entrance, her eyes filled with alluring glances. He couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction, secretly wondering why his self-control was getting weaker and weaker. Actually, Du Ke was wrong this time. After Wen Hua's breakthrough, her energy and spirit had reached a new level. Every gesture she made exuded feminine charm, and the still-naive Du Ke was no match for such captivating beauty. It was already quite remarkable that he hadn't ripped off her sheep's clothing and turned into a wolf.

The two rode westward, leaving the city gates and riding aimlessly until they inadvertently arrived at a deserted valley. It was early summer, and the weather was excellent. Under the vast blue sky, there were endless green mountains and grasslands, with a few unknown wildflowers blooming brightly among the grass, their fragrance filling the air. The fresh rain from the previous night added to the fresh scent of the grass, and the glistening dewdrops sparkled in the sunlight, dazzling the eyes.

The two seemed to have discovered a tremendous treasure. Overjoyed, they hurriedly dismounted, tied their horses to a towering ancient tree, and couldn't wait to get up close and personal with the beautiful valley.

Wen Hua crouched slightly, leaning close to a red flower not far away, deeply inhaling its fragrance. At that moment, the flower's brilliance enhanced her own beauty, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene. However, the only one who could appreciate this beauty, the male protagonist, was oblivious, throwing himself into the lush green grass, feeling the breath of life and the fragrance of the earth. He lay sprawled out, facing the sky, eyes slightly closed, experiencing a return to simplicity, a feeling of oneness with nature—utterly blissful and at peace.

Du Ke, whose element was wood, loved nature most of all, so it's no wonder he acted so carelessly, neglecting the beauty beside him without realizing it. Wen Hua gazed at the man lying on his back in the grass with deep affection, a peace she had never felt before filling her heart.

Chapter 15 Returning to Simplicity

Wen Hua leaned over and looked for a while, then felt her cheeks heat up, gradually turning a shy blush. A romantic thought arose in her mind, and she hurriedly tried to sit up, but suddenly a hand pulled her down, and she unexpectedly fell into Du Ke's outstretched arms.

Clearly shocked by his uninhibited action in broad daylight, she was momentarily stunned. Wen Hua nestled her beautiful, warm cheek against the man's broad chest for a long time, quietly listening to his peaceful heartbeat, and sharing in the pleasant atmosphere of nature with him.

The two were immersed in this silent warmth and affection for a long time before Wen Hua finally remembered her momentary lapse in attention. She struggled to sit up and said, "We're here to test our dantian qi, don't just think about slacking off." Du Ke opened his eyes, staring intently at her exquisitely beautiful face, and blurted out, "I wasn't just thinking about slacking off. Just now I was even thinking about stealing my Hua'er today." His words were startling, yet his tone was calm, as if everything was perfectly natural.

"You little lecher, you're getting more and more outrageous! Daring to make advances on me in broad daylight, calling me Hua'er, don't you know how old you are? You're shameless!" Wen Hua glared at him, her face flushed, and said fiercely.

Du Ke didn't argue, only smiled slightly, and reached out to embrace her again. Wen Hua quickly dodged his wolfish paw, ignoring him completely, sitting alone, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if pondering some difficult problem. Seeing her so serious, Du Ke knew something was wrong, so he stopped joking and sat up, quietly leaning against her side, his eyes slightly closed, to regulate his breathing.

Quite by chance, in this communion with nature, Du Ke channeled the true energy he had gathered in his dantian through his eight extraordinary meridians, circulating it throughout his body. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, instantly feeling refreshed and his vision broadened. He had finally found the opportunity to unite martial arts with the Dao of Heaven. At this moment, Du Ke was completely focused, seeing only beautiful scenery around him, and couldn't help but let out a long roar, raising his arms in a triumphant shout.

Wen Hua was startled by his strange behavior, looking at this man who now seemed somewhat unfamiliar with her. She felt he was no longer the familiar young master of a noble family, but rather like the verdant mountains and vast grasslands, giving her a sense of being seen yet unfathomable.

Perhaps Du Ke himself didn't realize that he had unknowingly embarked on the right path. True martial arts should learn from nature and resonate with heaven and earth. Du Ke's skill, due to the limited time he has spent cultivating, may only be at the initial stage of Qi Refining, in the eyes of true masters nothing more than an ant. However, his mind has transcended worldly extravagance and superficiality, finding a pure and innocent heart after the washing away of worldly impurities. This is an affirmation of the fundamental nature of all life. In his eyes, a leaf blown down by the autumn wind, its graceful dance as it slowly falls to the ground, is its final, exquisite bloom of life itself. A flower is a world, a leaf is a Bodhi tree. Now, Du Ke is enlightened, no longer able to suppress a bitter smile at his past anxieties about stagnant martial arts progress.

Seeing the unpredictable changes in her lover's expression, Wen Hua knew he had encountered a tremendous opportunity. This seemingly inexplicable behavior was precisely a sign of his spiritual awakening, a process experienced by every martial arts giant throughout history. Yin and Yang, the Five Elements, and the Dao of Heaven are in harmony. Each person's inherent attributes determine their future development, but different levels of enlightenment determine the limits of their future martial arts cultivation. Some are obsessed with money, others with power; too many constraints and shackles hinder people's pursuit of the pinnacle of martial arts. Ironically, many exceptionally talented individuals are unknowingly addicted, relying on their so-called talent to become arrogant and domineering, thus halting their own progress in martial arts cultivation—a truly tragic situation.

In the martial world, only a handful of peerless masters have reached the Void Returning Realm. Each generation of Void Returning Realm masters either hides in the city or in the mountains. Generation after generation of peerless geniuses have withered away, and no one knows their final fate. Perhaps they ultimately broke through the shackles of humanity, achieving the Dao of Refining Emptiness and shattering the void, but since no one witnessed it, who knows?

A hundred years ago, the Western Manichaean Pope Huo En, who vied for power with Emperor Taizong, was universally recognized as a peerless genius. At the age of thirty, his cultivation had reached the Transcendent Realm, a level said to have been attained only by Bodhidharma, the founder of Taoism, who crossed the sea to the east. Emperor Taizong, with a heart full of compassion for the people, could not bear the spread of war and the displacement of border dwellers. He arranged for Princess Wencheng to marry him off to a distant land. He used his unparalleled martial prowess to break through the barriers of time and space, his spirit reaching Chang'an. He convened a grand assembly of his ministers in the Hanzhang Hall, full of vigor, only to be rendered speechless by Wei Zheng's question, "What have the common people done to deserve this?" From then on, he ceased to concern himself with worldly affairs, devoting himself to cultivation. To this day, no one knows whether he has broken through the final barrier and vanished into the void, leaving behind only an ever-evolving legend.

The tides rise and fall, and a century has passed in the blink of an eye. Emperor Taizong is long gone, but in the martial world today, the Great Bright Palace of the Western Regions still possesses a mysterious and terrifying aura, the reason being Huo En, later known as the Old Man of the Mountain. Every twenty years, a direct descendant of the Great Bright Palace appears in the Central Plains martial world, each a peerless genius. But like a fleeting, beautiful firework scattering across the sky, they flash by like shooting stars, leaving behind only tales of heroes and beauties for people to talk about after dinner. Like the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) of Shaolin Temple, the Iron Horse and Ice River Heart Sutra of the Great Bright Palace was a coveted martial arts classic. Unfortunately, since Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch of the Southern School, no one has been able to decipher the Yi Jin Jing, causing Shaolin's influence in the martial arts world to decline sharply, eventually being surpassed by the rising Mingjian Villa. This was also due to the naturally detached and indifferent nature of Shaolin disciples, who focused

solely on meditation and enlightenment, completely ignoring what they considered pointless worldly disputes. Du Ke, born into the ancient Du family of Jingzhao, inherently possessed the mission of protecting China. After Gongsun Ruyan left for the martial arts world, he gradually forgot the heartbreak of his first love. During this time, with the stunningly beautiful Wen Hua by his side, his youthful nature naturally led him to fall into the entanglements of worldly love, becoming trapped in the shackles of romantic feelings, and unable to stop himself. Now, having broken free from his self-imposed constraints, he possessed a completely new understanding of martial arts cultivation. With a pure heart pursuing authenticity, the advancement of his martial arts skills was merely a matter of time and experience.

Du Ke's spiritual platform had opened, his mind broadening considerably. Recalling the emphasis on spirituality emphasized by his ancestors when he comprehended the Dragon Spear Technique, he finally understood the true intention behind the unillustrated spear manual left by his Du family ancestors. His emotions surged again, and he jumped and leaped through the grass like a child, amusing the beauty beside him.

Suddenly, our seemingly crazy male protagonist revealed his signature wicked smile. Amidst her delicate cries, he lifted the beauty beside him high, tightly embracing her slender waist, and spun her around repeatedly. Wen Hua, lost in his joy, was caught off guard by this unexpected attack. Her pretty face flushed crimson, like a ripe red apple, alluring and tempting, inviting only kisses.

The two stopped, panting, and embraced tightly under the blue sky and amidst the green grass. A handsome man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match, they were the envy of countless people in the world. Wen Hua felt a joy she hadn't felt in over a decade since her mother's early death. She was no longer the powerful businesswoman, nor the dignified young lady of a noble family; she was simply an ordinary woman holding her beloved. At this moment, she had truly opened her heart, casting aside all worldly constraints, wanting only to be a woman who could climb mountains, gaze at the moon, listen to the wind, and watch the sea with him.

Du Ke's heart overflowed with love, yet he was devoid of selfish desires. He pursued true love and sincerity, only wishing that the woman in his arms would be free from suffering, living a life of happiness, health, and fulfillment. He gently stroked Wen Hua's black hair, whispering in her ear, "Hua'er, from now on, I want you to be happy, joyful, healthy, and safe. If I break this vow, may I be struck down by heaven and earth and die a violent death."

Wen Hua was startled by his earth-shattering "bold words." Her flushed face tilted slightly upward, her beautiful, watery eyes fixed on his still exceptionally handsome features. She saw that his gaze was pure and gentle, filled with a deep, boundless affection, without a trace of joking. For a moment, the woman, her reason crumbling, let out a soft, animalistic sob, turning into her lover's arms like a bird returning to its nest. Tears of emotion could no longer be held back, soaking the blue robe on the man's chest.

After a long while, Wen Hua's emotions gradually calmed down. She raised her tear-streaked face, reaching out to touch the wet stain on Du Ke's chest, murmuring, "I'm so happy." Unconsciously, she revealed her true feelings, clearly having forgotten herself in the moment.

Du Ke pitied her tragic fate and admired her strong character. Seeing her display an unprecedented vulnerability and abandon, he knew the barriers between them had completely disappeared, and he felt immense joy. He gently cupped her soft, delicate face in his hands and pressed his burning lips to hers.

Wen Hua, feeling the approaching presence of the man, was filled with sweet love and naturally no longer resisted. She stretched out her snow-white arms to encircle his neck and met his fragrant lips with hers. The two kissed passionately, both intoxicated by the kiss under the azure sky, their lips and teeth intertwined, their saliva flowing freely, never wanting to wake up.

Wen Hua's inner knot was untied, and she became increasingly bold and passionate, offering her soft tongue to Du Ke's mouth, letting him drink freely. Their tongues intertwined, locked in a passionate embrace. At this moment, the mountains and clouds seemed to understand, every blade of grass and tree a witness to their love.

After a long while, their lips parted, and their tightly closed eyes slowly opened. Seeing the man's signature mischievous smile, Wen Hua recalled her earlier enthusiasm and initiative, her face burning with embarrassment. She buried herself in his arms once more. Seeing this tender display of affection, Du Ke couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her soft, smooth earlobe. Sometimes he gently held it in his mouth with his tongue, sometimes he held it firmly, biting it lightly with his teeth, teasing and caressing it with utmost tenderness.

Wen Hua, as before, was completely limp in his arms, now even more aroused. A tingling pleasure emanated from her sensitive earlobe, causing her to beg for mercy repeatedly, panting softly.

Chapter 16 Desire Arises from Passion

Now that their inner turmoil had been resolved, the two were deeply entwined, creating a scene of exquisite beauty. Du Ke, with his beauty in his arms, indulged in unrestrained lovemaking, truly enjoying a life of pleasure and romance. Both were young men full of vigor, and their feelings for each other had already taken root. This intimate encounter, with their ears close together, inevitably gave rise to an uncontrollable primal desire.

Du Ke had finally seen the light. His innocent heart was no longer bound by worldly ethics and laws. His words and actions were utterly naive and unrestrained, following only his heart's desires. At this moment, with the scenery and the woman even more beautiful, what restraint could he possibly have? Wen Hua's soft, pleading voice only fueled his lust. He moved both hands, caressing Wen Hua's shapely body, inhaling her rich, sweet fragrance, gradually losing his reason.

"Ah!" With a sudden burst of strength, Wen Hua shoved the man away and ran to a clear stream at the edge of the valley. She splashed the cool water on her face, and the sickly flush gradually faded.

Du Ke took a deep breath, and as he gazed into the distance, his mind returned to peace. The fierce flames in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a clear and pure light. Looking at the flustered and disheveled beauty not far away, his eyes were full of smiles. He walked forward, embraced her soft and delicate body from behind, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I just want to hold you."

His request was so sincere that Wen Hua could no longer refuse. She nestled quietly in his arms, feeling his boundless love and tenderness. Du Ke wrapped his left arm around the woman's slender waist and pointed to the open meadow in front of them with his right hand, saying, "Hua'er, look, we'll build a small thatched cottage here, with a wooden fence in front to enclose a yard full of flowers and plants. Behind the cottage, we'll cultivate a field to grow fruits and vegetables, enough for our family. I know some medicine, so I can go to the mountains to chop firewood and gather herbs to supplement our income. You can stay home, raise silkworms, weave cloth, and teach our children to read and write. If it's a boy, I'll teach him martial arts and spear fighting; if it's a girl, you can teach her to play the zither and sing. Isn't that wonderful?" After saying this, he affectionately pressed his cheek against the woman's warm, silky face and gently rubbed it.

Wen Hua was already captivated by his gentle and affectionate demeanor, but upon hearing "our child," she felt a surge of embarrassment. Not wanting to disturb him, she waited until he finished speaking, then quickly scolded, "Stop talking nonsense! Who wants to have a child with you?"

Du Ke initially thought she was reprimanding him for his naive and unambitious thinking, but hearing her insistence on the question, he chuckled softly and whispered in her ear, "Of course, it's my silly Hua'er. Who else could it be?" As he spoke, his right hand gently stroked her soft, smooth belly. Wen Hua

gave a soft hum, but surprisingly didn't object. She closed her eyes slightly, enjoying her lover's tender care. At this moment, she was no longer the older sister-in-law six or seven years her senior, but rather like a young girl falling in love for the first time. Coupled with her gentle and dignified nature, her feminine tenderness was on full display.

Lost in their passionate embrace, they had completely forgotten about their upcoming trial of the cultivation technique. Suddenly, as if remembering something, Du Ke whispered in Wen Hua's ear, "From now on, when no one's around, I'll call you Hong'er, okay?"

Wen Hua trembled at the sound, turning to look at him, her eyes filled with surprise and shyness. She blushed and whispered, "How do you know my childhood name?" It turned out that Wen Hua had a pale red plum blossom-shaped birthmark below her left collarbone when she was born, making her look adorable. Her mother loved it dearly, hence the nickname. Until her mother passed away early from illness, the name was gradually forgotten, known only to Wen Hua's closest relatives and a few old servants who had watched her grow up.

Seeing her shy and questioning gaze, Du Ke smiled mysteriously and whispered, "Naturally, Wang Ma told me." Wang Ma was Wen Hua's wet nurse; Du Ke had a conversation with the old woman when he was at the Wen family home, and thus inadvertently learned this secret.

Wen Hua pouted, slightly annoyed, "Wang Ma is really something. How can she talk about such things with an outsider? Especially a man."

Wen Hua meant no harm, but Du Ke took it to heart. He tightened his grip on the soft, warm woman in his arms, saying fiercely, "If you dare call me an outsider again, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Wen Hua realized her mistake, turned around, kissed Du Ke on the cheek, and laughed, "

You're so petty, aren't you?"

Du Ke responded with a pleased "Mmm." He gave her a kiss in return, saying, "Hong'er, I want to see your red plum blossom."

Hearing such a blatant question, Wen Hua's face flushed, and she couldn't help but retort, "You big pervert, you wish!" It turned out that her birthmark was extremely private, known only to her parents, sister, and wet nurse. Even as an adult, her sister had only seen it accidentally when the two sisters were playing together, and she had been embarrassed for a long time, thoroughly teased by her competitive sister.

Although Wen Hua had been married for almost ten years, she was still a pure virgin. How could she let that little pervert see such a private place? Naturally, she refused without even thinking.

Du Ke seemed to know the outcome, and wasn't annoyed. He continued to chuckle and whisper in her ear, "Did it grow on Hua'er's precious jade rabbit?" He then reached out and stroked the beauty's erect breasts.

The sensitive, private area was attacked, and Wen Hua felt a tingling, pleasurable sensation coursing through her body like an electric current. She couldn't help but go limp, pleading, "Good brother, don't touch there, it's so hard to bear."

Du Ke knew her virginity made her extremely sensitive, and couldn't bear to torment her any longer. He just grinned wickedly and said, "Good Hong'er, good wife, did your husband guess right?"

Hearing him blurt out "wife," Wen Hua trembled again, her heart soaring as if to paradise, experiencing a happiness she had never felt before. Huai, however, spat out, "What nonsense! Who is your good wife? You mustn't say such things carelessly. If others hear it, who knows what kind of storm it will cause, or how many unsavory rumors will spread." Wen Hua's worries were not unfounded. Since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, the social customs had indeed been more open than in any previous dynasty. However, their awkward relationship as uncle and sister-in-law was obvious, and they were bound to be criticized and scorned by the world. This was the biggest reason why Wen Hua had been hesitant to accept him. Rumors were a terrible thing.

Du Ke's heart had long since returned to nature; he wouldn't concern himself with such mundane matters. He simply ignored her whispering in Wen Hua's ear, "Wife, wife, wife..."

His gentle words struck her heart, repeatedly pounding against her gradually opening heart, causing her to be moved once more. She murmured back, "Yes, from now on, Hua'er will be your beloved wife, my dear husband, Hua'er is so happy..."

Having received his beloved's approval and promise, Du Ke couldn't resist the surge of desire once more, offering his fiery lips in another passionate kiss. Wen Hua wrapped her arms tightly around Du Ke's long neck, offering her soft, sweet tongue. Like an erupting volcano, they released all the pent-up emotions, kissing until the world seemed to blur, forgetting where they were.

The saying goes, "Desire arises from emotion, and emotion arises from the heart." They had long been devoted to each other, their feelings already blossoming. Coupled with this frank expression of their innermost thoughts, they could no longer suppress their burgeoning human instincts. They only wanted to merge the other into their bodies, never wanting to be apart again. This also subtly aligns with the dual cultivation principle of "following human desires to prove the Way of Heaven." It is precisely because of the harmonious union of Yin and Yang, and the continuation of all things in the world, that life continues. The saying "One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things" is no different.

After a long while, their lips parted, their hearts now completely connected, truly intertwined. Seeing that his beloved was slightly exhausted after their passionate encounter, Du Ke felt pity and said, "Hong'er, let's sit under the tree for a while." He then took her soft, delicate hand and led her straight to a towering ancient tree not far away.

The two leaned against the ancient tree, Wen Hua naturally nestled in her lover's arms. The two chatted idly, exchanging glances and silent smiles, their deep affection a sight to behold, enough to make anyone envious.

Suddenly, Du Ke remembered the matter of the dual cultivation technique and asked, "Hua'er, what do you think of the dual cultivation technique we practiced on the front lines?"

Now that their relationship had progressed further, Wen Hua was no longer reserved. She smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a graceful, snow-white neck, and said softly, "At first, I was just trying it out, but gradually I noticed a significant improvement in my cultivation. Until last night, it helped us break through our limits. Now it seems it was indeed true. You have such good fortune; you've obtained such a wonderful technique."

Du Ke, seeing the slight envy in her eyes, was speechless. He could only smile wryly and recount how he found the *Su Nu Jing* in the study. Wen Hua's eyes widened in disbelief.

After a long while, Wen Hua complained, "Father is really something, collecting every book imaginable."

Du Ke chuckled, leaned in and kissed Wen Hua on the cheek, saying, "If it weren't for Father-in-law's unintentional act, how would I have the chance to have such a beauty in my arms now?"

Wen Hua glared at him angrily, scolding, "Who's your father-in-law? Don't call me that. Are you so smug? Let me go." With that, she twisted her body, trying to break free from Du Ke's embrace.

Wen Hua was usually a dignified and virtuous woman, with a strong and resolute demeanor. Now, in her coquettish anger, her girlish charm was on full display, which was quite captivating . Du Ke's heart was stirred, and he tightened his embrace, blurting out, "You've been my Du family's daughter-in-law for eight years."

Wen Hua trembled upon hearing this, naturally recalling her past sorrows. Her face darkened, and she lowered her head, remaining silent. Seeing her so heartbroken, Du Ke knew he had inadvertently touched upon her painful memories. Feeling deeply sorry, he murmured, "Hua'er, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Wen Hua naturally understood his good intentions and quickly recovered from her sadness, saying calmly, "It's alright, it's all in the past." Suddenly, she felt a lightness in her body, finding herself sitting on top of the man in an extremely intimate position. His firm and domineering voice reached her ears: "Everything is in the past. Your life in the Du family has just begun. What your brother owes you, what the Du family owes you, I will spend my whole life slowly repaying you."

Hearing the sincere affection in his words, Wen Hua's previous unhappiness vanished. As the smoke cleared, she said softly, "Silly girl, meeting you is my blessing. Now I feel like I've returned to how I was ten years ago, a spoiled young girl who hadn't yet married, able to act spoiled and cry and laugh as I pleased in your arms. Looking back now, even I find it unbelievable. You know, it was when I forcefully kissed her on horseback that I felt like a woman with flesh and blood, someone who could be loved."

Hearing her words, Du Ke seemed even happier than if he had heard the most beautiful love words in the world, and his resolve to spend his life with her was strengthened. Overwhelmed with emotion, he gripped her hands even tighter, greedily absorbing her softness, tenderness, and sweet fragrance.

At this moment, Wen Hua raised her eyebrows, as if she had thought of something important. She tilted her head back and asked, "Ke Lang, you said before that the methods for practicing dual cultivation are different at each stage of martial arts. Now that we've entered the Qi Refining Realm, shouldn't we change our method of dual cultivation?"

Wen Hua's question was casual, but Du Ke's body trembled, his face flushed red. Seeing her expectant and curious expression, he murmured, unable to speak.

Chapter 17 Deep Affection

Seeing his embarrassed silence, Wen Hua knew he must have something difficult to say. She smiled slightly and said, "Ke Lang, there's no need to be sentimental. If you don't have it, you don't have it. We can achieve something through our own hard work."

Hearing this, Du Ke's nervousness vanished instantly. He said softly, "There is a method, but it's a little difficult to talk about." As he spoke, a wicked smile appeared on his lips once more.

Wen Hua suddenly understood everything. Remembering the true meaning of "Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation," her pretty face flushed red. She spat out, "You pervert, dream on! This young lady isn't practicing anymore!" She tried to get up, but was still held tightly, struggling weakly.

"Don't move, or you'll anger me, and I'll punish you right here and now," Du Ke said viciously, unable to bear the unintentional rubbing against her.

Wen Hua calmed down considerably, her agitated emotions gradually subsiding. She reached out her slightly cool, soft hand to gently stroke the man's handsome profile, murmuring, "Do we really have to do something so shameful?"

Du Ke nodded slightly, then pulled out the "Su Nu Jing" (Classic of the Plain Girl) from his robes, saying, "Hua'er, take a look for yourself."

Wen Hua took the book, but after only turning one page, she threw it away as if electrocuted, spitting, "If you bring out these things again, I'll tear them up." Du Ke knew she was a well-educated young lady from a respectable family, and that the pleasures of men and women were limited to the inner chambers and the bedroom. Such a book on matters of the heart was naturally considered filthy and disgusting. Seeing that she couldn't change her mindset in a short time, he could only manage a wry smile.

Wen Hua, recalling her earlier reaction, said softly, "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."

Du Ke shook his head, smiling as he reached out and cupped her delicate face, gently kissing her slightly closed eyes. He said, "Silly Hua'er, how could your husband blame you?"

Touched by his tenderness, Wen Hua stretched out her snow-white arms and wrapped them around Du Ke's neck, her fragrant cherry lips pressing hotly against his. Du Ke was only slightly taken aback, then he also took her soft tongue into his mouth, their tongues swirling around each other, once again lost in the sweet kiss.

After a long while, their lips parted, and Wen Hua, remembering her earlier initiative, buried her face in her hands in embarrassment. Du Ke smiled slightly and whispered in her ear, "When I get to the bedroom, I will undress with you, sister, and we will make love, sharing the joys of life and fulfilling our desires."

Wen Hua couldn't bear such words. She buried her head in his shoulder and bit him, while her hand reached to his waist and pinched his soft flesh. However, she loved him deeply and couldn't bear to use force. In Du Ke's eyes, it was just a tickle.

At this moment, Du Ke had no other thoughts but to give the woman in his arms true love and affection. He gently nibbled on her soft earlobe and slowly recited another verse: "I loosen these buttons, untie the ties, and the fragrance of orchids and musk fills the secluded room. Bad people will imprison and harm you, oh, why won't you turn your face back? I hold you in my arms, soft and fragrant. Ah, Ruan Zhao has come to the Heavenly Terrace. Spring arrives in the human world, flowers display their colors, swaying their willow waists, gently opening the flower hearts, and dewdrops fall on the peonies. Just dip a little bit of hemp in, and fish and water are in harmony, tender buds and delicate fragrance are freely picked by butterflies. Half-pushing and half-yielding, both surprised and loving, her sandalwood lips and fragrant cheeks."

Wen Hua carefully considered the meaning of the poem, feeling even more ashamed. She begged for mercy, "Good husband, please stop, Hua'er can't take it anymore." Her voice was soft and gentle, carrying a seductive charm.

Hearing her say this, Du Ke knew she was aroused, so he stopped being coy. With a movement, he pulled her down into the shade of the huge tree canopy.

Before Wen Hua could react, she felt a hot body press down on her. Instinctively, she reached out and hugged him tightly, closing her eyes shyly. She heard Du Ke whisper breathlessly in her ear, "Hua'er, I love you." Before he could finish speaking, a hot kiss pressed against her lips, another passionate kiss ensued...

"No, not here." With a strength she didn't know she had, Wen Hua pushed Du Ke away, saying nervously, her body trembling slightly, clearly quite frightened by him.

Du Ke's pity vanished instantly. He embraced her, gently patting her heaving back, and said tenderly, "Hua'er, don't be afraid. Your husband won't force you."

Wen Hua looked at his apologetic and affectionate face, her heart softened, and she nestled into his arms, murmuring, "Hua'er will be yours for life. If you really want it, wait until we get back to the inn tonight, and Hua'er will give it to you." Considering her dignified and resolute nature, it was truly remarkable that she could utter such shy words, demonstrating the depth of her feelings for Du Ke.

Hearing this, Du Ke didn't react with the expected excitement. Instead, he hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear, "Silly Hua'er, how could I take your pure and innocent body in such a casual place as an inn?"

Wen Hua knew he respected her, and her heart warmed with comfort. She retorted angrily, "Then why did you treat me like that just now?"

Du Ke chuckled, "Silly girl, this is the best place for us to make love. A luxurious place with soft beds and luxurious pillows is hardly worthy of my pure and innocent Hua'er."

Wen Hua was puzzled by his strange logic, thinking that wedding nights are usually spent in the boudoir. Now, overcome with curiosity, she asked, "Why?"

Du Ke suppressed a fit of laughter and replied earnestly, "Here, the sky is our blanket, the earth our bed, the white clouds whisper secrets, and the green mountains are our companions. Isn't this our Shangri-La?" Du Ke's words came from the heart. With a pure heart, he yearned for innocence and nature, which led to his absurd idea of making love with his lover in broad daylight. The world would naturally be incomprehensible and disdainful, but this was precisely what made Du Ke so unique.

Wen Hua looked around, seeing that the place was sparsely populated and there would be no one to disturb them. Thinking of this place under the blue sky and white clouds, with green mountains and clear waters as her neighbors, undressing with her lover, making love, sharing the joys of life, and fulfilling their desires—this seemingly absurd situation actually contained the profound truth of "following human desires to prove the way of heaven." Her mind wandered, and a blush rose again.

Seeing the change in her expression, Du Ke knew she was shocked by his previous outrageous and absurd remarks. He then continued with great enthusiasm, "Hua'er, look at the fish in the water, the birds in the sky, and all the myriad creatures of nature. Aren't they all entwined under the blue sky and white clouds? Life continues through the ages, and heaven and earth remain unchanged. Only by transcending the mundane world and truly returning to simplicity can one merge with nature, assimilate with heaven and earth, and reach the highest realm of martial arts."

Wen Hua was clearly hearing him speak like this for the first time. Looking at her beloved's spirited and handsome appearance, she felt an unprecedented pride and immense self-esteem, which naturally increased her confidence in the long road ahead.

Du Ke continued, "The reproduction and growth of all things is based on the balance of Yin and Yang. This is the essence of life's inheritance, the most universally acknowledged principle in this world. Although Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, and Legalism have different viewpoints and theories, their reverence for nature is the same." "Du Ke is incredibly fortunate to have your favor, sister. My love and affection for you come from the bottom of my

heart. If we could achieve perfect harmony and ascend to the highest bliss together, it would be a blessing from heaven, and we should cherish it." At this moment, Du Ke's words were devoid of any malice; every word came from the depths of his heart with utmost sincerity. Wen Hua's mind was opened, and she unexpectedly found herself in a state of enlightenment. She reached out and tenderly stroked his handsome, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, murmuring, "Thank you for your guidance, Ke Lang. I've truly lived so many years in vain; I never imagined you possessed such a broad and profound understanding. I know your martial arts cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds in the future, and I don't want to be a burden on your shoulders. Yes, love me well." "Having said that, Wen Hua shyly closed her eyes and pulled the astonished Du Ke down slowly onto the lush green grass.

It was a bright, early summer afternoon, with a few leisurely white clouds drifting across the vast blue sky. In a secluded valley on the outskirts of Songzhou City, two magnificent white horses grazed peacefully. Not far away, beneath the towering ancient trees, within their massive canopies of green shade, a scene that stirred the blood was breathtaking. Two perfectly shaped figures embraced tightly, falling onto the silky green grass, kissing passionately, tirelessly seeking each other's company. The sun, seemingly ashamed to witness such a scene, half-hidden behind the clouds, only adding to the enchanting atmosphere.

Du Ke, caught up in the passion, parted her delicate cherry lips and explored downwards, lingering on her limp, delicate skin..." A tongue darted out, gently licking and nibbling at her fair, full neck, eagerly savoring its smooth, delicate whiteness.

Wen Hua seemed unable to resist the tingling sensation, like insects biting her, and tilted her languid, flushed face back, her eyes unfocused and deep, filled with a passionate, intoxicated allure.

Du Ke reached out and supported her back, leaning back slightly. Wen Hua naturally braced herself on the grass, sitting up halfway, glancing down at the man's handsome face buried deep within her, then shyly turned her head away, closing her eyes tightly, her delicate teeth biting her red lips, emitting soft, seductive breaths.

Du Ke kissed her for a while, seemingly unsatisfied, then left her long, beautiful neck, leaning close to her delicate earlobe, and chuckled softly, "Hua'er, are you hot?" "How about I take off this annoying jacket for you, so you can cool off a bit?"

Wen Hua blushed even more, shaking her head in a panic, muttering, "No, you little pervert, you dare!" Though her words were harsh, her tone was gentle, perhaps a woman's natural tendency to say one thing but mean another was at play again.

Du Ke naturally ignored her words, and with a swift movement of his fingers, Wen Hua's pink jacket was off, gently spreading on the grass behind her. Wen Hua felt a chill, let out a soft "Ah!", and once again hid in the man's arms like a bird in the forest.

Du Ke smiled slightly, holding her soft, delicate body even tighter, and teased her ear, "Good Hua'er, you'll feel cooler now." "

Enraged and embarrassed, Wen Hua resorted to her old trick, climbing onto the man's shoulder and biting him again. Her small fists pounded his chest, but the blows were weak and powerless, which only fueled Du Ke's interest. He couldn't resist the urge to immediately share in her pleasure and fulfill their desires.

Knowing she was shy as a virgin, Du Ke felt a surge of tenderness. He gently stroked her smooth, delicate back with one hand, while the other held her slender waist tightly, tenderly kissing her exposed, snow-white shoulders, saying repeatedly, 'Hua'er, don't be afraid, your husband will kiss you.' His tone was full of intoxicating affection.

Wen Hua's body was incredibly sensitive; she clearly felt the wonderful sensations from her back, waist, and shoulders. She felt weak all over, completely relaxed, experiencing an unprecedented comfort and pleasure. Her face flushed even more, and she closed her eyes slightly, enjoying her lover's unrestrained affection."

Chapter 18, April 26th:

Hearing Wen Hua's unintentional, sweet, and suggestive moans, Du Ke could no longer suppress the raging fire of desire within him. He gently pushed away the beautiful woman pressed against him, his eyes fixed on the expanse of snow-white skin exposed below her neck, as if spitting fire.

Wen Hua's clothes were half-undone, leaving only a bright red, gold-embroidered peony silk bodice covering her chest. Her roundness was extraordinary, stretching the vibrant red satin high, highlighting her two proud, clearly defined breasts.

Seeing his infatuation, Wen Hua felt both ashamed and delighted. Instinctively, she reached out to cover herself, but before she could even begin, she felt a tingling, numbing sensation from her sensitive nipples. Her whole body trembled, and she managed to push herself back slightly, her body arching slightly, further emphasizing her even fuller, higher breasts.

Du Ke reacted swiftly and naturally, boldly grasping the beauty's two soft, supple breasts, still hidden beneath her clothes, before her arms could cover them. He grabbed one in each hand, kneading them vigorously. The firm, elastic flesh overflowed from his outstretched fingers through the soft silk, so much so that his palm couldn't fully enclose them. He could only grasp the outer edges from both sides and lift them upwards. His tiger's mouth supported the soft yet elastic flesh, clearly feeling the round, heavy shape of her breasts, and the firm, elastic muscles that clung to her armpits and shoulders.

He freely enjoyed her proud breasts through the smooth satin. No matter how he grasped and kneaded, he could always squeeze his hands full of soft breasts, unable to distinguish whether it was the satin or the soft, supple skin. Despite being no match for his fierce claws, he could still feel the spherical shape of her breasts no matter how he squeezed. Indeed, when it comes to the word "round," no one's breasts feel as clearly and exquisitely as Wen Hua's.

Wen Hua's breasts are extremely sensitive. His thrusts were like a storm, tearing her bright red satin dress to shreds. She gritted her teeth, enduring the tingling pleasure in her breasts, her breathing gradually becoming heavy and labored. Suddenly, she cried out in surprise, raising her beautifully slender neck, her whole body trembling. It was Du Ke lowering his head to lick her, the damp bright red bodice showing a small patch of indigo the size of a copper coin, and a tiny, bean-sized bud emerging from the clinging damp cloth.

He opened his mouth and gently nibbled at the nutmeg with the tips of his upper and lower teeth. Wen Hua couldn't withstand his slightly rough kiss. The soft yet chewy nutmeg between his teeth "popped" and suddenly swelled to the size of a cherry pit, proudly erect, as if it had been brought to life by the hot breath from his mouth, constantly raising its head gently.

Finally, Wen Hua could no longer endure it. With a trembling moan, she cried out, "No...no! It's...it's so hard to bear..." Her flushed face seemed drunk, her thick, curved eyelashes trembled violently, her legs twitched and rubbed together gently, and her hands gripped the grass beneath her tightly.

The pleading, delicate moans only fueled his possessiveness. Unable to use his hands, Du Ke instead used his mouth to caress her smooth, jade-like neck and back. Amidst Wen Hua's cries of pain, he bit down on the black silk ties of her bodice, pulled it open, then grabbed the edge of the bright red bodice and ripped it off. Wen Hua let out a soft "Ah!" as if her delicate cry was stuck in her throat. Her snow-white breasts were suddenly exposed to the man's eyes, their smooth, delicate skin sending a slight shiver down her spine, yet it only accentuated the radiance of her milky skin, making it appear as if it could be broken with a touch.

Wen Hua's breasts were perfectly round, their rims flawlessly round, snow-white and delicate, like a pair of flawless full moons resting on her chest. Even with her body tilted and slightly flattened, her breasts remained perfectly round. Her strong pectoral muscles and impressive bust size ensured that even when lying down, they maintained a perfect spherical semi-circle, a shape of breathtaking beauty that was irresistible to the touch. Her areolas were extremely small, almost nonexistent, and the two pale cherry-pink tips on her snow-white, rounded nipples further accentuated their fullness and size, as smooth and lustrous as a full moon.

Du Ke suddenly regained his composure, recalling his previous rudeness and brutality, and was filled with immense regret. He loosened his grip, carefully cradling the two dazzling full moons before him. Lowering his head, he gently caressed the slightly upturned red cherries with his captivating profile, as if witnessing the most precious sight in the world. Beyond his awe and joy, a strong sense of protectiveness and longing filled his eyes. His gaze was clear and pure, devoid of any impurity. He couldn't help but murmur, "Hua'er's breasts are so beautiful, I love them to death, my husband."

Wen Hua, of course, noticed the dramatic change in his emotions. Overwhelmed with emotion, she bit her lip, her eyes misty, her rosy face unable to conceal her pride. She asked softly, "Do you...like them?"

"I love them," Du Ke blurted out, his hands involuntarily squeezing them gently, feeling their perfect roundness and beauty. Wen Hua trembled with a shiver, her breathing becoming heavier.

After a long while, Du Ke recovered from his breathtaking shock and finally saw the long-awaited red plum blossom in the snow. Wen Hua's plum blossom-shaped birthmark was a pale pink, naturally standing out on the upper edge of her right breast, below her right collarbone. It bloomed brilliantly, captivating Du Ke, who murmured, "Hua'er's red plum blossom is really hiding here, so beautiful." He then brought his warm lips to hers, gently licking it with his wet tongue.

Whether for physiological or psychological reasons, Wen Hua was extremely sensitive there. She cried out "No!" and her body trembled as if electrocuted. Her hands could no longer support her, and she nearly fell into the grass. Du Ke reacted quickly, reaching out to catch her slender waist. Looking beside her, her soft, supple skin pressed tightly against his hot chest through her thin blue robe.

Feeling the jade-like woman's body tremble slightly, Du Ke's heart softened again. He quickly took off the blue robe he was wearing, which was only covering the ground, and draped it over her slightly cold body, murmuring, "Hua'er, is this warmer?"

Wen Hua nodded, her face flushed, and reached out her slender hand to gently stroke his smooth skin, which was in no way inferior to her own. Feeling the man's strong and powerful muscles, she was momentarily captivated. The two had been in love for a long time and their feelings had deepened, but they had always kept their love "within the bounds of propriety," deeply restraining themselves. Only now had they finally become intimate in the true sense of the word, which couldn't help but evoke a sigh of regret.

Du Ke kissed her burning earlobe, chuckling softly, "I wonder if my wife was satisfied with my performance earlier? Was it comfortable?"

Wen Hua trembled again, a familiar tingling pleasure spreading through her nipples. She hugged him tighter, letting out a soft, cat-like "Mmm," and slowly said, "So this is what it's like to be intimate with a man." She had completely forgotten her dignified lady-like demeanor, her tone full of intimacy and bliss.

Du Ke was overjoyed, remembering her full, flawless breasts, and his heart fluttered. He murmured, "How about your husband kisses Hua'er's big white rabbits?"

Wen Hua completely let go, immersing herself in the intense pleasure. She nodded shyly, her hands clinging to Du Ke's strong body, lifting herself slightly, revealing her full, moon-like breasts once more before Du Ke's eyes.

Du Ke, captivated, leaned forward and gently took the cherry-like tip of her right breast into his mouth. Wen Hua let out a soft, beautiful "Ah!" and gripped the back of his head tightly with both hands, pressing it against her chest.

Inhaling her rich, sweet milky scent, Du Ke was overcome with passion, and his serpentine tongue licked her even more vigorously. He reached down with both hands, slipping them inside her half-covered pleated skirt, and touched her full, soft, round, peach-shaped buttocks. Through the thin, gauze-like underpants, he wantonly kneaded the two plump, luscious cheeks, occasionally brushing them against her back, uttering indistinct sounds, "Good Hua'er, it feels so good here."

Under this assault, Wen Hua was powerless to resist, feeling an unbearable tingling and itching sensation in her private area between her legs. Suppressing her shame, she gently swayed her beautiful buttocks, rubbing against his already hot and erect member, feeling a surge of ecstasy, a feeling of complete relaxation and pleasure.

Du Ke felt a warm, moist sensation on his fully erect member, and instinctively thrust forward, cupping her full, soft, round, peach-shaped buttocks in his hands as he squatted down, rubbing against her labia through the two layers of gauze. An unprecedented, intense pleasure surged from their pressed genitals. Wen Hua collapsed limply into his arms, panting heavily.

Du Ke, now completely overwhelmed by pent-up desire, lost all restraint. He reached between his legs, untying the intricate ties, and pulled out a large, erect, jade-like penis. With his other hand, he pushed Wen Hua's plump buttocks forward, and the scalding hot penis pressed unhindered against her already wet and supple labia through her thin silk undergarments.

"Ah!" Completely captivated by this sudden attack, Wen Hua tensed, a trembling sound escaping from between her clenched teeth. Unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure, she involuntarily spread her legs wider, raising her buttocks higher.

Hearing her soft cry, Du Ke's passion surged even stronger. His mouth went dry, and his heart pounded. Overjoyed by Wen Hua's reaction, he boldly lifted the hem of her plain white pleated skirt, revealing only a thin white silk underpants. The thin straps were fastened with slipknots at each hip. His heart pounded as if struck by a giant hammer, and his entire body trembled violently. His muscular, bulging member instantly swelled. Heavy breaths filled his throat as he slowly dragged his member against her clearly defined, plump lips, grinding it against them.

Wen Hua straddled him, her legs spread wide. Her youthful breasts, plump and elastic, clung tightly to her through the thin white silk of her underpants, revealing glimpses of her dark pubic hair. A small, round mound of flesh bulged between her thighs, stretching the silk against her skin, a faint, damp patch about two fingers wide soaking through, making it almost translucent, revealing a glimpse of her delicate red vulva.

Du Keyu gently pushed forward, pressing lightly against the damp, sticky area of her underpants, instantly drawing a shallow vertical indentation between her soft, hot breasts. Wen Hua couldn't help but let out another soft cry, her body stiffening. One of her snow-white legs, wrapped around Yun Xuan's waist, clenched tightly, while the other kicked straight out. She felt her tender petals tremble and writhe under his touch.

Du Ke held the jade pestle in one hand, and lightly stroked the glans a few more times in the enchanting vertical groove. Wen Hua's legs trembled, overflowing with desire. With a scrape from his glans, a layer of delicate white bubbles appeared on the wet silk, revealing the exquisite lines of the jade clam beneath.

Chapter 19 Fallen Petals

Wen Hua's mind was blank at this moment, her legs overflowing. She thought that her lover had not yet made his move, but was only rubbing her petals through her underpants. Yet, the ecstasy she felt was no less than those moments she had experienced when she masturbated late at night. She was already overflowing, constantly overflowing. If he were to actually penetrate her, how intoxicating would that be?

Wen Hua's silent yet perfectly timed cooperation was like sweet nectar to Du Ke. He gently rubbed and kneaded Wen Hua's plump, honeyed buttocks through her thin, gauze-like underpants, while simultaneously and slowly thrusting his hips, his jade pestle rubbing against her honeyed lips through the thin silk underpants. For a moment, the only sound in the empty valley was their heavy and light breathing. The image of the two tightly intertwined, responding to each other, was like a well-functioning machine, repeating an ancient and ecstatic action over and over again.

"Baby, is it comfortable? Do you want to rest?" Du Ke was still thinking of Wen Hua's feelings, worried that she couldn't handle it, truly showing the depth of his affection.

"Mmm, that's good. Be gentle, don't be too rough." Wen Hua said in a sweet voice, but suddenly realized that her words were so obscene. Overwhelmed with shame, her sense of touch became even more sensitive. When Du Ke's large, knotted penis gently grazed her labia, she trembled all over. She felt a tight contraction deep inside, followed by an explosion. A rich stream of fluid gushed out from her narrow, long honeyed passage, through her already soaked underpants, and sprayed onto the glans of his penis.

Feeling the shy beauty reach ecstasy with a gentle touch, Du Ke could no longer restrain himself. His pent-up energy surged forth, and he gripped his trembling jade pestle, finding the precise location of her plump, moist lips. Through the thin fabric of her underpants, he thrust it in fiercely, his large glans squeezing in halfway. Amidst Wen Hua's panicked gasps, his long-accumulated, intense essence erupted violently, soaking her wet underpants. Instinctively, half of it squeezed through the tiny gap in her underpants, flooding into her. She felt as if scalding hot water had been poured into the depths of her body, experiencing both instinctive fear and intense pleasure.

The couple, lost in their passion, their chests heaving, their bodies still tightly intertwined. After a long while, the limp penis finally slipped from between their lips, bringing with it a spray of water that splashed onto the grass with a clear sound.

Wen Hua, her eyes vacant, fell from her peak, her soft body utterly powerless. With a slight movement, she settled comfortably in Du Ke's arms, savoring the intense afterglow. Her eyes and brows were filled with an undisguised allure, a hint of triumphant joy in her gaze, and a slight upturn of her lips, radiating a lingering tenderness and satisfaction.

Seeing her so languid and alluring, Du Ke's previously limp member unconsciously hardened again, gently pressing against her wet crotch once more. Wen Hua shuddered and couldn't help but spit, "Didn't you just come out? How come it's so hard again? Humph! You pervert, it's all your fault for making me so embarrassed. Take it away quickly, it's making me feel so uncomfortable."

Du Ke was quite pleased with her languid voice. He lifted his crotch, his jade pestle once again approaching the secret realm of ecstasy, and said to her with a wicked smile, "My darling Hua'er, it misses you again, I can't help it. It's itchy, isn't it? Rub it a little more and it will feel better."

"No, I'm so tired, let me rest for a while." Wen Hua hugged his neck tightly, not wanting him to move even a little, and they embraced tightly.

The two of them lingered in the blissful state for a long time, becoming increasingly unable to control themselves. Du Ke felt the soft and warm warmth between her legs, bringing him waves of unparalleled sensation. He thought that if he could really probe into that ecstasy cave, wouldn't it be incredibly beautiful? Lost in these wild thoughts, he became even harder and more throbbing, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Du Ke finally became aroused. Taking advantage of Wen Hua's closed eyes to rest, he quietly reached out to her plump and smooth hips. In the blink of an eye, his fingers had already unfastened the two slipknots.

Wen Hua felt something moving between her legs, a slight tingling sensation. She gently twisted her beautiful buttocks, and the white silk underpants that were already lightly attached to her fell down, revealing two round, pink, and smooth jade-like buttocks. Du Ke watched as half of her underpants slowly drifted onto the grass. He reached out and gently patted her snowy buttocks. Looking down at her exquisite back curves from her neck, he discovered another beautiful feature. He had only thought she was slender, but it turned out that her chiseled shoulders and slender waist had deceived him. Now that she was naked, he realized that her crotch was suddenly wide, and her two jade-like buttocks were unusually plump and round, creating an unparalleled contrast with her slender upper body. Moreover, her two jade-like buttocks were snowy, soft, and bouncy, and with each pat, they swayed in a dazzling and alluring white wave. This exquisite and curvaceous figure made his eyes glaze over, and he could not look away for even a moment.

Wen Hua felt the slapping sensation on her buttocks, which only intensified the tingling and itching, making her feel weak and languid. She pleaded, "Good brother, stop hitting me, it's so hard for me to bear."

Du Ke then stopped, only smiling slightly. He rubbed and kneaded her soft, snow-white buttocks with both hands, whispering in her ear, "Does this feel better?"

Wen Hua only let out a soft moan, then fell silent, letting him take his pleasure as he pleased, continuing to savor the previous ecstasy with her eyes closed.

Du Ke's spirits were rising with each thrust, his previous exuberance completely restored, showing no sign of having just ejaculated. He reached down and gently pulled, revealing a soaked white silk underpants in his hand. Now, Wen Hua was completely naked.

The front of the underpants clung tightly to the two pink lips between Wen Hua's thighs, and with a slight tug, it seemed about to sink into that enchanting crevice. Wen Hua suddenly trembled, her beautiful eyes widened, and she let out a long, sweet moan. Her free hand tightly gripped Yun Xuan's upper arm. It turned out that Du Ke had inadvertently leaned forward slightly, his smooth, hot flesh pushing open her tender labia, lightly and heavily brushing against her.

Unable to endure such torment, Du Ke's breathing became heavy and disordered. He gasped, "I want to go in..." still using his last bit of willpower to suppress his lustful thoughts.

"Ah! Wait... wait a minute." Wen Hua looked down and saw a hot, smooth, rounded object already pressing against her vulva, saturated with sticky nectar, ready to enter. She gasped, "I... I still... I still want you to do this, to linger a little longer..."

Helpless, Du Ke could only hold back, dipping his slightly upturned erection back and forth in the girl's wet, tender folds. Wen Hua's voice was filled with melancholy for spring, her beauty beyond words. Overwhelmed by the tingling sensation, she reached out her right hand, grasped the burning jade pestle, her little finger curled like an orchid, and gently guided it along Yun Xuan's back-and-forth thrusting motion, slowly drawing circles on the hot, slippery glans at the base of her flower, spreading a sticky coating on her trembling clitoris and tender vulva.

Du Ke rubbed against her dozens of times, seeing Wen Hua becoming increasingly wet, the entrance seeming to exert a subtle suction, enticing him to go deeper. His originally handsome face flushed red, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I...I can't hold back any longer!"

Wen Hua's vagina was overflowing with juices, already itching to the bone. Every time he rubbed against her wet, peach-like entrance, she wished she could swallow that big rod deep inside. In her confusion, only a sliver of clarity remained, and she shrank back, saying, "It's not that I don't want you to go in, it's just...it's so big...it'll hurt like hell!"

Du Ke hurriedly coaxed her, "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt, it'll only be pleasurable!" As he spoke, he thrust his giant glans against Wen Hua's small entrance once more.

Wen Hua let out a soft moan and gripped his arm tightly: "Really, it doesn't hurt?"

Du Ke thought for a moment, then became even more certain: "Good Hua'er, don't be afraid, it won't hurt at all!"

Seeing his resolute and serious expression, Wen Hua realized he wasn't lying or trying to bluff. Her fear subsided, but her desire intensified. She felt empty and uncomfortable, desperately longing for Du Ke to penetrate her deeply.

Wen Hua's face flushed with passion, like a begonia intoxicated with desire. She gently guided Yun Xuan's massive member deeper into her flower, her cherry lips parting slightly: "Husband, come on!" Du Ke had been holding back for a long time. Now, his dragon was freed, and the head of his penis was perfectly positioned at the entrance of Wen Hua's vagina. He immediately embraced her beautiful buttocks and gently pushed forward, his lower abdomen following suit. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, he broke through her hymen, squeezing open the tight vaginal canal that had never been touched by an external object, and thrusting straight to her core.

Wen Hua cried out in pain, her slender hands gripping Du Ke's back, her legs tightly hooked around his waist and hips, and she screamed, "Stop! Stop for a moment!"

Du Ke himself was still a novice with little knowledge of the subject, and at this moment, he was penetrating a virgin's vagina for the first time. Countless tender pink folds were plowed open by his rough edges, and because of the pain of deflowering, they instantly gripped his penis tightly, twitching and trembling incessantly. Although he was so beautiful he almost flew away, seeing Wen Hua's face turn pale, he hurriedly stopped and asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?"

Wen Hua nodded silently, sobbing without speaking, her hands and feet tightly gripping him, wailing, "You filthy bastard, you pervert, how could you lie to me like this?"

This book has reached its highest point ever. The male and female protagonists successfully unite, and the later parts are even more exciting, but it is definitely not a pure H novel. It has a plot, a background, and more martial arts elements, bloodshed in the martial arts world. As for the H parts, as a necessary experience for the protagonist's growth, Qingxin thought hard for a long time and decided to write them. Those who don't like H or consider it a degenerate factor in online civilization can ignore it. Qingxin still thanks you for your attention.

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Chapter 20 Several Times of Ecstasy

Wen Hua looked up and saw Tanlang feeling sorry for her until tears fell. All the resentment in her heart dissipated with the wind. Moved by the emotion, she took the initiative to lean in and hug his neck for a passionate kiss.

Du Ke's tongue pried open her lips, passing over her two rows of snow-white teeth, gently teasing her. Wen Hua felt that even the gentlest spring breeze in March couldn't compare to the intoxication of her lover. Her heart pounded, and her pink tongue, usually so nimble and light, became clumsy and naive as Du Ke slowly drew it into his mouth, gently sucking on it.

The two licked each other tenderly for what seemed like an eternity before finally parting. The pain on Wen Hua's face had vanished, replaced by a radiant glow like a peach blossom. Her long eyelashes still bore traces of moisture, and her eyes shone like stars as she gazed at Du Ke, whispering, "Hua'er wants more." Just as Du Ke was about to lean in, Wen Hua's slender hands hooked around his neck, pulling his head down, and her cherry lips met his, letting out a soft moan as she offered another passionate kiss.

Her love for Du Ke grew stronger, and as their lips and tongues intertwined, a slight movement occurred within her soft vagina, releasing a hot, sticky fluid. Having been frightened by her earlier, and unable to move his jade pestle, Du Ke was somewhat limp, remaining half-erect inside her. At this moment, Wen Hua's flower path slightly contracted, countless tender pink folds like tiny mouths, occasionally kissing the shaft. Stimulated, the dormant python gradually grew thicker and harder, its body arching slightly upwards, twitching inside Su Xiu's tender vagina.

Both of them sensed this movement. Du Ke gasped in delight, hearing Wen Hua's panicked cry, and quickly asked, "Does it hurt again?"

Although Wen Hua still felt a burning pain at the entrance of her flower cave, the deep penetration into her honeyed passage produced a kind of unprecedented pleasure. She groaned softly, shaking her head, "It doesn't hurt anymore. It feels... so... so strange..." It was thick and hard, yet it didn't hurt at all; instead, it filled her completely, as if it was born to be inserted deep inside her body. The powerful, pulsating rhythm of his penis constantly aroused her tender flesh, causing her to tremble.

Du Ke's desire returned, his penis erect within Wen Hua's warm, tight vagina, yearning to thrust, but fearing Wen Hua's pain, he forcibly restrained himself, his body trembling involuntarily.

Wen Hua knew his feelings perfectly well, and moved by them, she whispered, "Ke Lang, it doesn't hurt anymore, move a little." Du Ke was overjoyed, yet still somewhat worried, asking, "Really, it doesn't hurt anymore?" Wen Hua

didn't answer, but instead raised her slender legs, hooking them around Du Ke's waist, her snowy buttocks rising and falling, actively stroking Du Ke's fiery jade pestle. She bit her lip, her expression like that of a young girl learning to eat spicy food for the first time, her face twitching slightly from the lingering pain, yet unable to resist that delicious stalk, unable to stop. She bit Du Ke's ear, panting, "It only hurts a little, it's nothing! I... I like it inside..." She let out a shy moan, her tender vulva contracting slightly, as tight as a baby's mouth, a tingling sensation spreading straight to Du Ke's spine.

Du Ke, as if receiving a divine command, immediately began to gently thrust in and out, feeling the tight grip of the girl's vagina. With each movement, Wen Hua's sensation intensified; she felt the mushroom-like shaft, like a smooth ball, rolling back and forth within her flower path, stretching her depths again and again, sending waves of ecstasy through her. The fiery heat of the shaft seemed to penetrate her core, warming her entire lower abdomen with a blissful sensation. She couldn't help but moan softly, realizing that only after the acupuncture could such a wonderful experience occur.

Du Ke saw Wen Hua writhing beneath him, biting her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, hissing as she breathed. He couldn't tell if she was in pain or enjoying it. Looking down at their genitals, he saw a clear, crimson stain on his glistening shaft. Wen Hua's once narrow virginity was stretched into a fleshy ring by his large member, tightly gripping his shaft. It seemed perfectly sealed, but the sticky substance mixed with patches of her

first blood was constantly being pulled out, leaving a wet patch. Du Ke's heart skipped a beat. He cursed himself for his foolishness, forgetting that she was experiencing excruciating pain from losing her virginity. He immediately stopped, gently embracing the woman in his arms, his love intensifying with each thrust.

The woman beneath him seemed to sense his thoughts. She wrapped her long, white legs around his waist, preventing him from withdrawing, and whispered breathlessly, "Don't stop! You fool… if you stop… I'll feel even worse…"

Yun Xuan worriedly said, "But you're bleeding, it must hurt terribly."

Wen Hua realized that he must have seen her virginity, and seeing his genuine care and affection, she couldn't help but feel moved. She reached out and stroked his handsome, affectionate face, murmuring, "Silly boy, this is something every woman must go through. From now on, I truly belong to you." Her words were tinged with a hint of wistfulness, but also filled with a rare sweetness and comfort.

Du Ke was no fool, of course. Such deep affection from a beautiful woman—how could he ever repay her? He simply held her even tighter, murmuring, "Silly Hua'er, I'm yours too."

Wen Hua's heart trembled again. In this patriarchal era, Du Ke's ability to place women on an equal footing was truly remarkable. Overwhelmed with passion, Wen Hua felt waves of tingling, intoxicating pleasure emanating from her swollen flower path. Thick, sticky nectar flowed from the deepest part of her core. She couldn't help but whisper in his ear, barely a whisper, "Ke Lang, move gently. It's so uncomfortable here, it's killing me." Her face flushed crimson, and she nestled shyly into his arms.Du Ke also felt the obvious changes in Yi Ren's flower path. Familiar yet unfamiliar waves of ecstasy came from the jade pestle. He could no longer restrain himself. Now that his lover was taking the initiative to please him, how could he resist? His hands naturally embraced Wen Hua's snowy buttocks. The touch was smooth and soft. The plump buttocks were full of youthful lushness, tempting him so much that his fingers sank deep into them. Instantly, he pinched ten pear-shaped indentations on the snowball-like mounds of her buttocks.

When he pinched her, Wen Hua felt a sudden itch in her flower path, a secret sensation that caused her to feel a trickle of fluid that drenched his penis. The glistening flesh, moistened by the fluid, slid deeper into her slightly parted vulva. A sensation that was both swollen and tingling, indescribably beautiful, transformed into a trembling moan that escaped Wen Hua's throat.

Amidst the ecstasy, she couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety: if it went any deeper, wouldn't it reach her very core? But this thought vanished in an instant, overwhelmed by the intoxicating pleasure of the tingling sensation, and her flower path began to writhe involuntarily. She gasped for breath, her slender hands instinctively pressing against Du Ke's firm, snowy buttocks, squeezing out waves of pleasure from his erect penis. But the more she tried to stimulate him, the less she felt satisfied; the itch in her vagina was beyond measure. With a soft moan, Wen Hua arched her snow-white neck and finally cried out from the bottom of her heart, "Quick! Quick! Thrust into me...thrust...thrust deep...thrust to the very tip of my heart

!"

Encouraged, Du Ke gripped Wen Hua's snowy buttocks tightly, his lower abdomen thrusting rapidly, penetrating her a hundred times in a short while. He was considerate of Wen Hua's pain at losing her virginity and was about to slow down when the woman, deeply aroused, coiled around him like a snake, pleading, "Don't stop, don't stop! Again, Hua'er wants more..." Her tightness was truly rare, but fortunately, she was extremely aroused, her vaginal fluids overflowing, making it slippery and smooth. Although Du Ke's movements were swift and powerful, they didn't feel sluggish.

Seeing Wen Hua's fascination, Du Ke was also delighted. With a forceful pull, he lifted the woman's slender, curvaceous body high, withdrawing her all the way to the entrance of her honeyed cavity. In the throes of pleasure, Wen Hua had long forgotten her shyness and reserve. Thinking he was about to pull out, she felt a sudden emptiness within her and cried out in panic, "No! Don't come out..."

Du Ke chuckled wickedly, thrusting forward and cupping her plump buttocks with both hands. His thick, erect member plunged in, dripping with fluid, instantly parting layers of red waves and striking her core.

Wen Hua's mouth gaped open, her hands gripping Du Ke's shoulders tightly. Though her mouth was once again burning with desire from this thrust, it was instantly overwhelmed by pleasure, as if her soul was being shattered by this nemesis. Her hair flew wildly, and she gurgled in her throat, unable to form a coherent sentence. Her

slippery, tight vagina was still slightly aching from the intrusion when the young man once again lifted her limp, snow-white body in his arms, delivering a second, powerful thrust. After more than ten rounds, Wen Hua finally trembled all over and burst into tears. She didn't realize she had already lost herself once, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Where did you go?! This feeling… Don't stop! Don't stop! Ah~ ah…"

Hearing her so passionate, Du Ke was also captivated. He saw her two full, plump breasts tossing high with her body's movements, round like honeydew melons, rippling with a maddening softness. A deep, soft cleavage formed in the center, where the smooth, moist mounds pressed and rubbed against each other, until the sweat dripped down, turning them into a glistening, oily sheen.

Du Ke thrust deeply while haphazardly kissing the tender, pink nipples unique to virgins. Wen Hua, already extremely sensitive from his thrusts, was further agitated by his sucking and licking of her nipples, and immediately began to tremble. Du Ke felt a subtle suction emanating from her virginity; within her tender vulva, red waves surged, tightly enveloping his jade pestle, as if trying to strangle this giant python.

Having tasted the pleasures of a woman for the first time, and with his essence already abundant from Wen Hua's stimulation, Du Ke felt a tingling sensation at the root of his penis as she entwined him in her ecstasy, his desire surging. He gritted his teeth and thrust dozens more times, increasingly feeling the woman in his arms's slippery, soft flesh; countless red buds and pink folds seemed like tender little mouths, constantly biting and nibbling at his shaft, layers of flesh writhing, intensely and fieryly entangling his nearly climaxing penis. Du Ke's glans grew increasingly sore; fearing Wen Hua hadn't reached ecstasy, he struggled to hold back his ejaculation, panting in her ear, "Hua'er, are you... are you comfortable?"

Wen Hua was no better off than him, also teetering on the edge of collapse. Her body trembled with pleasure, her jade arms tightening around Du Ke's head and neck, passionately kissing his face, her intermittent moans escaping through her teeth: "Push me...push me to death! Hua'er...Hua'er is yours!" Urged on by her words, Du Ke could no longer restrain himself, and simply let go, thrusting with abandon. Wen Hua then realized how fierce and powerful his attacks were, feeling as if her flower path was almost being crushed, yet strangely pleasurable, as if he were forcefully pushing her, slowly climbing towards the peak of ecstasy.

Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, but Du Ke suddenly fell silent, his muscles tensing, his penis becoming incredibly hard, rapidly entering and exiting her flower path. Wen Hua cried out, boundless pleasure gradually converging in her lower abdomen. She seemed to be drowning in a tide of ecstasy, her hands idly scratching at Du Ke's back, her fingertips sensing his unmistakable urge to ejaculate. Wen Hua was startled. The thought of him about to penetrate her made her flower bud instantly sensitive, desperately craving his nourishment.

Du Ke groaned, finally reaching his climax. He thrust deeply into Wen Hua, ejaculating with unparalleled pleasure. Wen Hua, who had been anticipating this, was suddenly scalded by the hot semen, shivering, her beautiful eyes glazed over, and she panicked, disoriented. Yet Du Ke's pure and abundant semen continued to pour onto her tender flower core. Wen Hua let out a soft moan, her pink tongue trembling, her eyes misting over. Her body tensed for a moment, then suddenly felt as if her bones had been removed, collapsing limply into Yun Xuan's arms, panting slightly.

It turned out that Yun Xuan's previous breakthrough to the Qi Refining Realm had transformed all his essence into concentrated semen stored in his seminal vesicles. This ejaculation was unprecedented; Wen Hua had been completely overwhelmed by his semen.

Du Ke, holding Wen Hua's body, lay back weakly on the grass, panting heavily. Wen Hua lay on top of him, listening to his pounding heart, feeling the lingering afterglow of his satisfaction, and a sudden surge of joy and peace washed over her.

She felt Du Ke's penis gradually soften, slipping out of her honeyed cavity, bringing with it a thick, warm fluid. Wen Hua, now utterly attached to her lover, didn't want to get up to wipe it away, letting it flow slowly down her smooth, white skin.

The two embraced for a moment, gradually regulating their breathing. Du Ke pulled Wen Hua into his arms, gently kissed her soft face, and said, "Hua'er, thank you." Wen Hua, who had been slowly drawing circles on his face with her finger, looked up at Du Ke and asked, "Thank you for what?"

Du

Ke smiled slightly, lovingly stroking the woman's languid face after her ecstasy, and whispered gently in her ear, "It feels like a dream." Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his waist and murmured, "Hua'er, why did you pinch me?"

Wen Hua, now back to her true self by his side, acted like a mischievous young girl, saying naturally, "Someone said he's dreaming, I was just seeing if he felt pain. People who dream don't feel pain."

Seeing her suppressing her laughter and speaking so earnestly, Du Ke felt a pang of helplessness, yet also quite pleased with her occasional display of girlishness. Du Ke lowered his head and kissed her forehead, asking with a wicked smile, "Hua'er, was it comfortable just now?"

Wen Hua, recalling how eagerly she had acted before, felt a surge of embarrassment and annoyance. She pinched him again, playfully scolding, "You dare say that? It almost hurt like hell!" She paused, then whispered, "But it was really comfortable afterwards. It seems Yan'er really didn't lie to me." Hearing

her words, Du Ke felt a surge of elation, as if floating on a cloud. He leaned close to her ear and whispered affectionately, "Good Hua'er, it won't hurt anymore. Your husband promises to make you feel wonderful, like flying in the sky."

Wen Hua, remembering the intense pleasure she had experienced earlier, felt a flicker of anticipation, but spat out, "You want a next time? Humph! Dream on. And what do you mean by 'make'? When did you become so vulgar, speaking such offensive language?"

Du Ke smiled wickedly, reached behind her buttocks, and quickly wrote a character, whispering, "Hua'er, what do you think of this character?" Wen

Hua's pink buttocks were extremely sensitive, and she clearly felt his fingers draw two horizontal lines and one vertical line on her buttocks, clearly forming the character "干" (gān, meaning "to do" or "to fuck"). This only fueled her shame and anger. She bit his shoulder hard and said fiercely, "You pervert! You're getting more and more outrageous! See if you dare to talk

nonsense about me again!" Du Ke shrank back, pulling away from her "tiger's mouth," but

continued to chatter, "My dear Hua'er, from now on, your husband will definitely do you as wonderfully as today, and love you to your heart's content." Wen Hua couldn't stand his shameless nonsense and kept begging for mercy, "Stop talking! Shut up! It's so embarrassing..."

Seeing her brows swaying, lips parting, eyes sparkling with allure, every smile and frown inadvertently revealing a captivating and enchanting charm, brimming with the allure of a mature woman, Du Ke's limp and shriveled penis miraculously became erect again. Du Ke turned around, wrapped his arms around Wen Hua, and gently pulled her down, pressing her beneath him. He nibbled at her delicate earlobe and whispered with a smile, "Hua'er, your husband wants to love you again right now. Spread your legs yourself."

Wen Hua blushed deeply, squirming and resisting, her face full of shock. She looked at him as if she had never seen a monster, trembling as she said, "You big pervert, you big bastard, are you even human? You've already come twice just now, you're a monster. How can I stand you in the future?" Despite her verbal resistance, she couldn't help but recall the pleasurable sensation from before. A tingling sensation ran through her tightly closed vagina, and a stream of nectar seeped from the depths of her flower path, flowing out and settling on the pubic hair, glistening like morning dew in the bright sunlight.

Wen Hua, naturally aware of her body's needs, ceased her coyness and shyly parted her two plump, long, snow-white legs, slightly raising her round, snowy buttocks. Her flushed face turned away, her eyes tightly closed, adopting a bashful posture of welcoming a guest.

Du Ke, a wicked smile of triumph on his face, leaned down and gently bit her soft, hot earlobe, slowly thrusting his hips forward. His smooth, fleshy buttocks, glistening with nectar, parted her labia, opening her narrow, hot, moist opening, and plunged into the soft, narrow body of the young woman. Wen Hua's beautiful legs rose with each deep thrust, feeling a massive object, burning hot, slowly ramming into her body, gently pushing aside the unopened folds, smoothing them out, colliding and colliding deep within the honeyed depths she had reached during their previous ecstasy. She gasped for breath, her beautiful eyes almost rolling back, her cherry lips opening and closing, finally letting out another soft cry after their previous encounter.

Du Ke pressed his jade pestle against her clitoris and rubbed it hard. Wen Hua opened her mouth wide and lifted her plump buttocks, eagerly rubbing her clitoris against the rounded tip: "So good! Where is he hitting?!" "Ah, ah, it's so beautiful..." Her nectar gushed out like a flood, coating Du Ke's long penis with a glossy sheen. The endless pleasure and delight gradually drew her into a whirlpool, from which she could not extricate herself.

Du Ke was once again enveloped in the warmth of her narrow embrace, and couldn't help but rub against her clitoris a few times before gently withdrawing. Her soft, tender flesh tightly gripped his penis, sending waves of pleasure through him. He couldn't bear to part with this sensation, and immediately began to thrust deeply. Within dozens of thrusts, Wen Hua's vagina was soft and wet. She thrust her body rapidly, spreading her two plump, snow-white legs wide, her hands pressing against Du Ke's waist, wishing he would forcefully rub his entire penis deep into her depths.

Du Ke looked down at the woman beneath him; her skin was snow-white and voluptuous, like solidified mutton fat. Her large breasts swayed and changed shape constantly, yet remained round and perky. Her small mouth hummed softly, captivating his heart.

"Hua'er, you're so beautiful, it feels so good inside!" Yun Xuan panted.

Praised like this by her beloved man, Wen Hua felt a surge of pride that outweighed her shame. Her eyes narrowed like a cat's, gleaming with a mysterious light as she looked at Du Ke's sweaty, handsome face. In her hazy state, she no longer found this lecherous man repulsive; instead, she felt that she could never love him enough.

Du Ke grabbed one of her jade-like feet, spreading her legs wide open. He straightened up and began a rough, pounding assault with his long, thick penis. Wen Hua could no longer utter a complete word, only letting out soft moans like a baby. As the excitement intensified, her cries grew louder, almost like sobs.

This voluptuous and mature young woman, experiencing the exquisite pleasure of love for the first time, cried out in waves, her cries growing ever clearer and more innocent, only fueling Du Ke's raging dragon, which thrust repeatedly into her clitoris.

Du Ke, having been gentle with her since she was a virgin, had never tasted anything like it before, and she desperately tried to move closer. This intense pleasure was driving her wild with desire; she wished he would pound her with his enormous member!

Du Ke, strong and energetic, relentlessly thrust hundreds of times, pushing Wen Hua to the peak of ecstasy. In the midst of this bliss, a sudden panic gripped her: I don't want him to take my virginity! I don't want… Yet Du Ke's thick, hot member, while she struggled, caused her to convulse and squeeze, savoring the bittersweet sensation.

Du Ke felt that her flower core was soft and supple this time, unlike the soft yet firm feeling he had experienced when she first became a virgin. He thrust hard several times, but her flower core was unusually slippery, and it would tilt with each touch, unable to be straightened. He tried again and again, frequently using his penis to tease that delicate flower core, completely unaware that Wen Hua's teeth were clenched tightly, and she was almost driven to the brink of collapse by his teasing.

He grabbed Wen Hua's round and pert buttocks with both hands, preventing her from escaping any further, and thrusting his penis. Finally, his jade pestle hit the flower core correctly once in three or four thrusts. He felt that her flower core was smooth and soft, and the impact was tingling and pleasurable. Yun Xuan kept thrusting into it, savoring the pleasure. Wen Hua, however, cried out in pleasure as he thrust into her, drooling at the corners of her mouth. Her long, black hair twisted and turned on the pillow. She was driven to ecstasy by Du Ke's thrusts, her hands groping wildly on Du Ke's face and chest, sighing in her heart: Oh God, I'm going to lose myself to him again! Suddenly, a low moan escaped her lips, her vagina clenching tightly, but she couldn't stop the surging waves of ecstasy. Her body trembled, and she instantly climaxed.

Lost in boundless pleasure, she was in a state of confusion, no longer feeling ashamed of losing her virginity. Her heart fluttered, and she considered making love with her lover as perfectly normal, her feelings for him deepening even further.

Du Ke, engrossed in his frenzied thrusting, was oblivious, his desire growing stronger, his thrusts teasing the beautiful young woman experiencing pleasure for the first time. Wen Hua, already at her peak, was softening, but the constant impact of his youthful, vigorous body sent a shiver down her spine. Though she dared not utter a sound, her heart sang: "I love this man to death! He's so beautiful, it's almost unbearable! Today has been so wonderful; life hasn't been in vain. My darling! Do you know how much I love you!"

With each vigorous movement, her two high, firm breasts swayed back out from behind the hastily tied bodice, rippling with alluring waves.

Du Ke released her jade-like feet, reached out to support her plump, honeyed buttocks, and lifted her up, the two sitting close together again, her pair of large, white breasts now right in front of Du Ke's mouth. He opened his mouth and bit down on the protruding nipples, sucking and licking them. Wen Hua's nipples were extremely sensitive, and now, with his fierce thrusting inside her, her whole body trembled. She grabbed Du Ke's head with both hands, pressing his face tightly against her plump body. A spasm followed, and she silently climaxed again.

Du Ke buried his head in her round, soft buttocks, his hands kneading her plump, creamy buttocks, feeling that every part of the young woman in his arms was soft and voluptuous. He was immediately aroused, his muscles tensed, and he thrust hundreds of times in one breath.

Wen Hua, nestled in his arms, was savoring the ecstasy of their recent encounter when his sudden, powerful thrusts aroused her again. A jolt of pleasure coursed through her, like electric shocks. Her beautiful eyes widened, her hands gripping Du Ke's back muscles, her plump, peach-like buttocks thrusting wildly, engulfing Yun Xuan's burning, raging dragon.

Both were drenched in sweat, locked in a desperate embrace. Finally, Du Ke thrust faster and faster, suddenly feeling the alluring heat of the woman beneath him, urging him to ejaculate. He let out a hoarse cry, his erection suddenly surging. Wen Hua felt a burning warmth within her, unable to hold back any longer, crying out, "I'm going to die! Ke Lang, you're killing me with pleasure!" She grabbed Yun Xuan's head, her cherry lips pressed tightly against his, her fiery tongue plunging into his mouth, relentlessly swirling with his. Suddenly, her tongue hooked against Yun Xuan's palate, stopping abruptly. Her whole body trembled violently as she experienced an unprecedented, intense climax!

Yun Xuan felt a warm, oily sensation as if hot soup was being poured over him, an incredibly comfortable sensation. He reached his climax instantly, thrusting deeply into her, pressing against her clitoris, and violently ejaculating thick streams of semen into her womb. Wen Hua felt the heat of the semen, a warm sensation in her lower abdomen, and she trembled, releasing another small amount of semen.

The two of them entwined endlessly in the grass. Only today did Wen Hua realize the true pleasure of the bedchamber. Seeing Du Ke's gentle and considerate nature, his large and imposing physique, she realized he wasn't as pathetic as she had imagined. She found herself indulging in pleasure with him, her mind drifting away into a blissful reverie.

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