Battle Through the Heavens: Nalan Yanran

Battle Through the Heavens: Nalan Yanran (Episodes 1-4)

Chapter 1:

Nalan Residence. Nalan Jie said to Nalan Yanran, "Girl, tomorrow is your match with Xiao Yan.

Although I believe you can win, the Xiao family's background is mysterious, so I hope you will give them some face."

"Okay, Grandpa, I'll go find Brother Xiao Yan now. I still want to marry him!" Nalan Yanran said with a bright smile on her youthful

and pretty face.

"Brother Xiao Yan!" Nalan Yanran knocked on Xiao Yan's door, then revealed a wicked and seductive smile,

bent down, and took out a special medicinal powder to apply to the black stockings on her exquisite feet.

"Miss Nalan?" Xiao Yan looked at the beautiful young woman Nalan Yanran, dressed in a vibrant floral dress, black stockings, and pure white high heels

, and felt a sudden, breathtaking attraction. He still asked suspiciously, "

What are you doing?"

"I love Brother Xiao Yan the most!" Nalan Yanran said cheerfully, throwing herself into Xiao Yan's arms and pushing

him into the room.

"But?" The girl's curvaceous and soft body nestled in his arms, and Xiao Yan's hands instinctively

wrapped around her slender waist, caressing her smooth, jade-like back.

"Mmm—" Nalan Yanran's luscious lips sealed

Xiao Yan's mouth, her delicate tongue lingering and rubbing against his cheeks as he swallowed and sucked her sweet, fragrant saliva.

Their lips parted. "Three years ago, I saw that Brother Xiao Yan hadn't accomplished anything, so I deliberately tried to motivate him.

Brother please forgive me, okay?"

Even though Xiao Yan still had some doubts, the sight of

Nalan Yanran in her white floral dress, her youthful and pure face like a fairy attracting bees and butterflies, was irresistible.

Xiao Yan carried her to the bed and began to tug at Nalan Yanran's clothes. Nalan Yanran gently pushed him away

, teasingly touching her long, black-stockinged legs, and placed her jade-like feet in pure white high heels in front of him. "Brother Xiao Yan, I

sprained my ankle when I came to find you today. Could you massage my ankle for me?"

A hazy, elegant fragrance wafted over. Xiao Yan took a deep breath, grasped Nalan Yanran's slender

, alluring black-stockinged legs, and massaged her delicate ankle.

"Giggle—, it tickles—" Nalan Yanran giggled sweetly.

Xiao Yan gazed at Nalan Yanran's black silk-stockinged feet adorned with pure white ribbon high heels, a sight of opulent grandeur

that inspired awe and reverence.

"Hehe—, if you want to lick them, go ahead. I won't tell anyone else, okay?"

Nalan Yanran said, swaying her pure white ribbon high heels like fluttering snowflakes or drifting

white clouds .

Xiao Yun pulled Nalan Yanran's ankle, burying her head in the hollow between her instep and calf, looking at the pure

white ribbons of the high heels and the glistening black stockings, smelling, kissing, and licking the bland

high heels and the salty taste of her black silk-stockinged feet.

Nalan Yanran watched quietly with a coquettish laugh, her delicate hands pulling down Xiao Yan's underwear, caressing and playing with

his penis .

Then, Nalan Yanran's high-heeled feet gently stepped onto Xiao Yan's chest, lifting him onto the bed.

"Brother Xiao Yan—let me serve you first!" She gracefully and slowly removed her high heels, her delicate, fragrant buttocks

sitting on Xiao Yan's lap. Her black-stockinged feet, exuding a faint, pungent fragrance and glistening with damp sweat, pressed between Xiao

Yan's legs, tightly gripping his fiery erection, caressing, stepping on, and teasing it.

Xiao Yan seemed to be able to taste the salty, alluring, pungent sweat from Nalan Yanran's black-stockinged feet through the tip of his erection .

He swallowed hard, waves of stimulating pleasure washing over him, and

a few drops of glistening fluid gradually oozed from the tip of his erection.

Nalan Yanran teased and squeezed her fragrant, alluring black-stockinged feet, her youthful and pretty face captivatingly and seductively

gazing at Xiao Yan's innocent face.

Suddenly, Xiao Yan foamed at the mouth and fainted.

Nalan Yanran swayed her alluring and languid body as she stood up. Her black-stockinged feet stepped on the spear between Xiao Yan's legs,

watching as streams of white fluid gushed out, washing over her drug-coated black stockings, only

to be absorbed back into the spear.

Nalan Yanran murmured, "This potion can control him until he reaches the Dou Zong level. If I can't completely

control this brat before he reaches Dou Zong, then I've lived in vain."

Nalan Yanran moved to Xiao Yan's head, which was covered in white foam. "How disgusting! Let me wash your face!" she said

sweetly , lifting the loose and exquisite floral skirt. A stream of yellowish holy water gushed from between his round, white thighs

, emitting a strong, pungent fragrance, washing over Xiao Yan's mature yet youthful face.

Nalan Yanran sat on Xiao Yan's lap, spitting out a mouthful of thick, fragrant saliva.

Her fingers gripped Xiao Yan's erect penis, rubbing it up and down.

A short while later, she flicked the hot, dry tip of Xiao Yan's penis with her translucent fingernails, elegantly

lifted her skirt, and sat down. "Mmm—," a clear, seductive moan echoed in the room,

but unfortunately, Xiao Yan had already fallen asleep.

Chapter Two Yao Chen

"For a moment I was careless, and forgot about you, old man—", Nalan Yanran's alluring lips still bore traces of Xiao Yan

's white, viscous fluid. She reclined languidly and elegantly on the edge of the bed, her damp, fragrant black stockings pattering on the sleeping

Xiao Yan's body. "Come out, Yao Chen, the abandoned son of the Yao Clan."

Yao Chen's soul floated out of his storage ring, hovering in the air. "You? Although I have a vague, indistinct

feeling, you're only a Great Dou Master. How could you detect me?"

Nalan Yanran glanced at Yao Chen with a languid, alluring look, and said, "Don't overthink it. I am a Dou Sheng in spirit

, but this body is too young, so I've only recovered to the strength of a Great Dou Master."

"You!" Yao Chen exclaimed in astonishment.

"Even in your prime, you were merely a Dou Zun. Considering your meticulous guidance of this brat, if you don't want to be

branded with my soul and become a walking corpse, kneel down and serve me obediently."

"This old servant greets Master!" Yao Chen immediately knelt, performing the three kowtows and nine prostrations before Nalan Yanran.

With the strength of a Dou Sheng, as long as the seven great clans didn't emerge, he was the pinnacle of power on this continent. With such a master,

as long as the master was pleased, resurrection and revenge were easily achieved; there was no need for the arduous task of cultivating Xiao

Yan.

"Alright, possess this brat and continue to satisfy me."

Yao Chen, possessing Xiao Yan's body, his gaze vacant, knelt at Nalan Yanran's feet, licking and licking...

Through the thick, luxurious black stockings, Yao Chen licked and sucked at Nalan

Yanran's .

The salty filth, the pungent, concentrated foot sweat, and the thick, sticky semen that Xiao Yan had sprayed on her feet

were all licked off by Yao Chen, who then swallowed them with relish.

"Giggle—, it tickles—, you've almost licked my black stockings white." Nalan Yanran giggled, her moist,

glistening black silk feet gently kicking Yao Chen's head away, then reaching between his legs to tease and poke. "

The fit is quite good, you've grown a bit more. Come, use your spear to pierce your master's cave."

Yao Chen kowtowed several times in fear, "Master's sacred body is youthful and noble, this old servant dares not violate it."

"Hehe—, then let's see how you serve your master." Nalan Yanran leaned lazily and charmingly against the edge of the bed

, her snow-white dress with a bright and gorgeous floral pattern, her alluring and slender legs encased in seductive black

stockings . Although her clothes were disheveled, she was still incredibly beautiful and captivating, making one only want to kneel and serve her, not to defile her.

Yao Chen manipulated Xiao Yan's body, cradling Nalan Yanran's pair of beautiful, black-stockinged feet in his arms

like a lapdog. He nestled against Nalan

Yanran black stockings, meticulously cleaning every inch of her delicate skin and every fragrant

strand of fabric.

Like a snake, Yao Chen coiled around Nalan Yanran's legs, licking from her toes upwards,

leaving a trail of glistening saliva.

The little Medusa from Xiao Yan's sleeve fell out, its forked tongue flicking, its triangular eyes watching intently.

Nalan Yanran reclined, Yao Chen straddling her long, black-stockinged legs, his head resting on her tender, sweet flower,

sniffing, rubbing, licking, and sucking.

Nalan Yanran lifted the loose, wide hem of her floral skirt, covering Yao Chen's head. She stroked his head comfortably through the

white gauze, "Hehe—, it's like you just

came out of your master's cave." Nalan Yanran chuckled contentedly.

"Mmm!" Yao Chen responded indistinctly from under Nalan Yanran's skirt.

Yao Chen licked and rubbed Nalan Yanran's black stockings and soft lace panties for a while,

the indescribably beautiful touch making him linger. Yet, he still managed to bite through Nalan Yanran's dark stockings and

lace panties a few times.

Yao Chen rested his face on Nalan Yanran's plump, smooth, white thighs, using

his nibble and rub them.

Then Yao Chen moved closer to Nalan Yanran's tightly pressed legs, which were already wet and

fragrant . He inhaled the moist aroma deeply, immersing himself in the sensation.

"Hurry up and lick it!" Nalan Yanran said coquettishly, squeezing Yao Chen's head tightly and making soft

, melodious "Mmm-hmm" sounds.

After a while, Nalan Yanran pulled Yao Chen away. "Open your mouth." She spat out a mouthful of cloudy, fragrant saliva,

which Yao Chen held in his mouth and savored.

Yao Chen was held in Nalan Yanran's arms, his head resting on her delicate, white, full breasts,

secretly rubbing his cheek against hers.

"Master, you are so beautiful." Yao Chen looked up at Nalan Yanran's youthful, beautiful, and alluring face.

"Hehe—, just based on that statement, when I help you revive in the future, I'll definitely find a young and handsome

body."

Chapter Three, Cloud Mountain.

The next day, when Xiao Yan woke up, he didn't care about the smell of urine on his face. Looking at the bright bloodstains on the sheets,

he hugged Nalan Yanran's fair and innocent cheek and kissed her hard twice.

"Little girl, get up, we still have a competition today."

"Hehe—, Brother Xiao Yan, you're so funny," Nalan Yanran said, snuggling in Xiao Yan's arms with her seductive eyes

. "How can we compete like this? Your spear has already pierced me."

Nalan Yanran said coquettishly, curling up her black-stockinged legs and using her thighs and calves to clamp Xiao Yan's fiery

spear , rubbing it back and forth.

"So comfortable—" Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, I'll go back to the sect to prepare, and then I'll go to Canaan Academy with Brother Xiao Yan!"

Cloud Mountain Sect.

Dressed in pristine white, Nalan Yanran and Yun Yun stood with their heads bowed. Before them stood Yun Shan, a one-star

Dou Zong who had just emerged from seclusion.

"You unfilial disciple! You've disgraced the sect!

You've gone back on your word! Fine, the sect doesn't need another genius like you. Get out of here!" Yun Shan said angrily.

"No! Master, Yanran's talent—" Yun Yun pleaded anxiously.

Nalan Yanran raised her head and gave Yun Shan a bewitching smile. Yun Shan suddenly realized how beautiful Nalan Yanran was; her youthful,

pure face combined with her alluring and seductive aura. As a woman, she still had some use.

"Alright, Yun'er, you can go out now. Your teacher and Yanran will have a private talk."

In the secret room, only the disrespectful Yunshan and Nalan Yanran remained. Nalan Yanran smiled brightly like the rising sun

, while Yunshan grinned lewdly and said, "Yanran, relax. Let your grandmaster enlighten your realm."

Nalan Yanran looked at the gray-black soul of Yunshan, who was manipulating her soul chains in the room. The soul of the Dou Sheng

realm was completed in one stroke, leaving a spiritual imprint on Yunshan's soul.

Nalan Yanran stepped forward, stomping on Yunshan, whose eyes were vacant, numb, and dazed, until he was knocked to the ground. Her pure white stiletto heels

slammed into Yunshan's lifeless body, splattering thick streams of blood. She murmured,

"It's a good thing you wanted to use the Soul Clan's secret techniques to control me, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to do anything with a mere Star Dou Sect master like you."

Nalan Yanran sat down on Yunshan's white jade seat, lazily crossing her alluring black-stockinged legs. Her pure

white stiletto heels slapped against Yunshan's head. "But having a slave with the strength of a Dou Sect master like you does

make me a lot safer."

"Master—" Yunshan stammered, instinctively kneeling at Nalan Yanran's feet,

his wrinkled face pressed tightly against the sole of her pure white stiletto heels, as if this would allow him to maintain

intimacy .

"Hehe—," Nalan Yanran giggled alluringly, "Using your sturdy face as my

shoe-shining pad is quite amusing."

As she spoke, Nalan Yanran stomped hard on the slave Yunshan's face, her pure white high heels, covered in sand and grime,

scrubbing Yunshan's face, mouth, and nose roughly, while her alluring black-stockinged legs swung wildly,

completely treating Yunshan's head and face as a thick shoe-shining pad.

The pebbles and sharp heels of her high heels pierced Yunshan's face, leaving deep, bright red welts.

Yunshan motionless.

"Boring—" Her pure white high heels were now blood-red, and Nalan Yanran kicked Yunshan to

the ground.

She stood up, stepped over Yunshan, bent down, and lifted his trousers, revealing his slightly aged yet still

full testicles and penis.

Nalan Yanran elegantly and noblely lifted her high-heeled foot and mercilessly stomped between Yunshan's legs.

A "crack" sounded, as if something had shattered, making Yunyun, who was peeking from outside the door, feel a chill.

Nalan Yanran crushed and stomped on his penis several times, seemingly flattening it into a pancake. Then she lifted her leg, and

Yunshan trembled a few times. His penis throbbed as it regained blood, then stood erect, stiff and hot.

Nalan Yanran watched with a coquettish smile, using the sole of her high heel to press the spear against Yunshan's lower abdomen, grinding

and rubbing .

Yunshan's face gradually flushed red. Nalan Yanran pressed the fiery red spearhead firmly against her

sunken abdomen with the sole of her shoe, blocking the opening. Streams of white fluid gushed out, violently impacting the sole of her shoe.

Nalan Yanran suddenly felt a surge of pleasure, like a tidal wave.

A patch of yellowish nectar stained her flowing gauze skirt, emitting a sweet fragrance.

Nalan Yanran bent down and picked up a fingertip of the white viscous fluid with her slender jade fingers. "Judging by its color, it should contain a lot of

energy , but unfortunately, I don't want to eat it. I'll just lazily pamper the skin on my feet."

Nalan Yanran sat on the jade seat, took off her high heels, and used her black-stockinged jade feet to tread on and absorb Yunshan's white

fluid .

Nalan Yanran smiled charmingly and said to the door, "Teacher, don't peek, come in!"

"Uh, this, Yanran—" Yun Yun hurriedly walked in.

"Come here, teacher."

The mature and fresh Yun Yun approached Nalan Yanran, who suddenly pushed Yun Yun down onto the soft

couch beside her, embracing Yun Yun's voluptuous and fair body. Her alluring head was buried deep

between Yun Yun's full, luscious breasts, licking and nibbling. "Yanran loves teacher the most!"

Chapter Four

Canaan Academy. The beautiful and charming Xun'er stared blankly at the embarrassed Xiao Yan and the charming and smiling Nalan Yanran with her hair draped over his

shoulder .

Nalan Yanran smiled radiantly and said, "Hehe, Miss Xun'er, I'm already Xiao Yan's person.

If you mind, I don't mind calling you 'sister'."

Xun'er wore a black gauze short skirt, thick black stockings tightly encasing her slender and delicate legs, and

a thin black and white shirt outlining her delicate and smooth waist and pink and lovely breasts.

Xiao Yan wanted to step forward and hug Xun'er tightly, but Nalan

Yanran .

"Um—, you two go participate in the inner courtyard selection competition first. I'll receive you in the inner courtyard," Xun'er said.

Night. Nalan Yanran giggled and pushed Xiao Yan down onto the soft couch, straddling him angrily, her

small white fists pounding his chest, saying, "Look at the longing look in your eyes during the day, what, now that you've seen your

Xun'er, you don't want me anymore?"

"No—" Xiao Yan retorted.

Then Xiao Yan was silenced by Nalan Yanran's delicate lips and sweet tongue. He felt her

soft, tender breasts against his chest, his arms encircling her back,

gently caressing it.

"Come love me—, Brother Xiao Yan—" Nalan Yanran squinted her alluring, rosy eyes,

slumped limply in Xiao Yan's arms, a drunken stupor.

"Mmm!" Xiao Yan immediately pressed Nalan Yanran down, kissing her delicate, pink cheek, then

pulled out his hot, stiff member and thrust it between her legs.

Nalan Yanran giggled, her black-stockinged thighs squeezing together.

A pleasant, tingling sensation from the friction of the stockings, a stifling, hot, and pleasurable feeling washed over him. Xiao Yan, unconsciously,

rubbed his fiery red spear against Nalan Yanran's black-stockinged thigh beneath her skirt. Drops of clear fluid

oozed , glistening on the stockings. The intense stimulation kept washing over him, making him reluctant

to go any further.

"Hehe—, come in, Brother Xiao Yan," Nalan Yanran chuckled.

Xiao Yan tore open Nalan Yanran's stockings, parted her pure white lace panties, and inhaled the sweet, delicious fragrance

emanating . He thrust his spear inside.

The tightness of her opening stimulated Xiao Yan relentlessly. He pressed down on Nalan Yanran's body, charging and riding her.

Soon, Nalan Yanran's juices flowed freely, washing over Xiao Yan's spear. She lay on the bed, panting softly.

Xiao Yan, his face flushed, was panting heavily, yet unable to release his pent-up desire.

"Hehe—, Xiao Yan is really persistent—, it's true that Miss Xun'er needs to serve Brother Xiao Yan together."

Nalan Yanran said with tender affection and seductive eyes.

"No, I feel there's something wrong, I can't get it out." Xiao Yan said thoughtfully.

"Is that so?" Nalan Yanran said, lifting Xiao Yan up and sitting on his lap, "Then let me take a look."

Nalan Yanran's petite head looked at the still stiff and erect spear in front of

her it, then sat up, teasing her black-stockinged legs, and stepped on Xiao Yan's spear with her black-stockinged jade feet.

Served by Nalan Yanran's moist black-stockinged delicate jade feet, Xiao Yan lay on the bed quietly enjoying it, waves of

hot and cool, delicate and stimulating pleasure washing over him, much more comfortable than when he penetrated himself.

"Hehe—, feels good, doesn't it!" Nalan Yanran said with a giggle, stretching out one of her black-stockinged feet and patting

Xiao Yan's face. Xiao Yan could smell the sweaty odor from her black-stockinged feet, but upon reflection, it was a lingering

fragrance.

Nalan Yanran's plump, white toes poked at Xiao Yan's taut testicles,

then used the toes of her other foot to densely press and pinch Xiao Yan's penis head.

The penis head was like a mouth, sucking up the pungent sweat and filth from Nalan Yanran's black-stockinged feet.

Then, thick, viscous white fluid gushed out, "swish swish swish," all of it sticking to the soles of Nalan Yanran's black-stockinged feet,

the sticky, mottled drops clinging to them.

Xiao Yan lay comfortably on the bed, resting.

"So dirty!" Nalan Yanran laughed teasingly, looking at Xiao Yan with a sullen expression. She moved her alluring black-stockinged legs and

stomped her black-stockinged feet, which were covered in sticky white fluid, onto Xiao Yan's face.

"Ugh—" Xiao Yan instinctively turned his head and struggled.

"Brother Xiao Yan, you've dirtied my feet and stockings, so you have to lick them clean for me, or I won't

serve you anymore!"

Nalan Yanran's sweet voice came, and Xiao Yan had no choice but to start licking. The thick, smooth black stockings and the tender, delicate

toes and soles felt quite nice to lick.

As for the salty sweat and filthy excrement between the stockings, Xiao Yan could swallow them as a uniquely flavored soup

. As for his own semen, he only felt disgusted and held it in his mouth, preparing to spit it out when he had a chance.

"Brother Xiao Yan, you can't even bear to eat your own essence?" Nalan Yanran

asked, looking at Xiao Yan's puffed-up face. As she spoke, she released Xiao Yan from her feet, climbed on top of him, and kissed him. Her delicate and agile little tongue

rolled and played in Xiao Yan's mouth, engulfing and swallowing his sticky semen.

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