Lustful and beautiful

Chen Fengyi maintained her noble and aloof demeanor regardless of the situation. Even now, facing Yang Yu's sarcasm, she showed no shame. Instead, she calmly observed Ye Qingmei, who was nestled in Yang Yu's arms, finding her to be a delicate and fragile little lily, endearing and lovable.

She originally didn't like same-sex relationships, but after cultivating the Wan Hua Sect's mental techniques, she became deeply entangled in this mirror-like homosexual relationship. This descent was mainly influenced by her cultivation, a fascination with the feminine side of women. When she discovered that Yang Yu was an extreme example of yin and yang and androgynous, it became even more stimulating. She experienced both the same-sex desires shaped by the cultivation techniques and a primal female yearning for men; the intertwining of these two desires stirred her heart, making her yearn to possess him.
"These murals are actually a part of the Myriad Flowers Heart Sutra, the core teaching of the Myriad Flowers Sect. The Myriad Flowers Heart Sutra is essentially a branch of the Path of Passion, but the general Path of Passion involves heterosexual couples practicing together to achieve a balance of Yin and Yang and promote mutual improvement. The Myriad Flowers Sect's Heart Sutra takes a different approach, using a single Yin aspect to directly reach the Great Dao. Legend has it that if ten thousand Myriad Flowers Sect disciples above the Dao Realm practice the final level of the Myriad Flowers Heart Sutra together and can coordinate perfectly, they have a chance to simultaneously reach the Supreme Realm."

Yang Yu: "Holy crap! Ten thousand lesbians doing it together? That's too perverted."

Chen Fengyi: "I already said it's a legend, but it also shows that this art of female-female co-cultivation is indeed a Great Dao, and the Myriad Flowers Sect was indeed a once-prosperous sect on the Dao Heaven Continent."

Listening to Chen Fengyi's description, Yang Yu began to feel a little uneasy. He hugged Ye Qingmei tightly in his arms, feeling the heat of her body, which intensified his inner unease.

Perhaps influenced by these murals, Ye Qingmei's gaze towards her beautiful teacher, Chen Fengyi, began to change slightly, a worrying sign.

This was essentially a cult! Yang Yu silently concluded about this so-called Myriad Flowers Sect.

On the surface, becoming the only male disciple of this lesbian cult would seem like a very alluring thing, but Yang Yu still felt uneasy.

"Teacher Fengyi, I have another question. If I practice your cultivation method, will I become gay? Will I like men? Because I feel that the essence of your method is same-sex dual cultivation, turning straight people gay—it's terrifying! I feel like Qingmei is starting to lose control of herself around you."

Ye Qingmei was startled by this, and a few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Just as her boyfriend had said, since being captivated by the murals, her eyes had unconsciously started glancing at Chen Fengyi's body. Fortunately, she still felt a strong attachment to her boyfriend's warm embrace, which meant she was still considered straight. Thinking this, she felt emboldened and bit her lip, giving Yang Yu a sharp pinch on the waist.

Yang Yu, enduring the pain, said, "Or, after learning that 'Myriad Flowers Heart Sutra,' will I become a bisexual who's attracted to both men and women? That's disgusting enough. I'm not learning it, not even if you kill me."

Before Chen Fengyi could answer, a faint female voice suddenly came, answering his question.

"I can guarantee you, there will be absolutely no such effect."

As soon as the voice fell, a portal appeared out of thin air in the center of the stone chamber, and two beautiful women dressed in ancient-style long dresses gracefully stepped out.

One of the women looked to be in her thirties, while the other was older, appearing to be in her forties. However, they were not mortals, and their true age could not be determined from their appearance. The

one who had spoken was the woman in her forties; although she looked older than the other woman, she was the most charming and alluring.

What's even more surprising is that while her appearance wasn't exceptionally beautiful, her elegant and serene demeanor, and dignified and composed bearing, unconsciously made one associate her with the phrase "a beauty of unparalleled grace and charm." The moment Yang Yu saw this beautiful woman, his heart was instantly captivated.

He was always fascinated by mature beauties, and this woman was not only mature, but her dignified and kind appearance was shrouded in an almost saintly aura. A slight smile played on her lips, a smile that seemed to breathe new life into even the most withered trees.

Seeing the beautiful woman approach, Chen Fengyi immediately stepped forward and performed a gesture of respect reminiscent of the apprenticeship ceremony of the pre-Qin era. Then, she said to Yang Yu and Ye Qingmei, "This is Madam Wen Yu, the current Grand Elder of the Wan Hua Sect. It's your first time meeting her; please come forward and pay your respects."

It turned out that Chen Fengyi was demonstrating etiquette. Yang Yu immediately understood, pulling Ye Qingmei along to follow Chen Fengyi's example and bow down in a deep salute.

Madam Wenyu, her face radiant with kindness, a faint smile playing on her lips, her eyes sparkling like autumn water, gazed serenely at the young couple kneeling before her. A moment

later, she gracefully approached Yang Yu, her skirt swaying gently with each step, revealing a pair of adorable toes adorned in exquisite embroidered shoes. She stopped just centimeters away from Yang Yu, a wave of alluring fragrance assaulting his senses. He was instantly overcome with an urge to embrace and caress those jade-like feet, but an invisible aura held him firmly in place, preventing him from moving.

At this moment, Madam Wenyu leaned forward, bowing and supporting Yang Yu's arms with both hands, helping him up. She gazed at him for a while before saying, "You look so alike! I never imagined Lingyun would give birth to such an outstanding child. Your name is Yang Yu, right? Your mother and I are destined to meet, so you don't need to worry about me harming you."

Then, the beautiful woman removed the oppressive aura from Ye Qingmei, similarly helping her up with kindness and comforting her. She then said to Chen Fengyi, "After you complete your apprenticeship ceremony, put aside worldly affairs. I have already arranged for a shadow servant to transform into your likeness to fill your vacancy in the mortal world, and you will then enter the Dao Tian Continent with Si Jing to begin..." "With your talent, you should have achieved the Great Dao of Immortality long ago. This time, the sect will devote all its resources to helping you. We hope you can seize this opportunity."

Chen Fengyi was secretly excited upon hearing this. She was truly fortunate to have met Yang Yu. Otherwise, even with her exceptional talent, it would have taken her at least twenty or thirty years to truly enter the core of the Myriad Flowers Sect and receive full-fledged cultivation. She didn't want to end up like her grandmother, nearly a hundred years old, only to be accepted into the inner sect as a low-level manager based

on seniority. Although she could use elixirs to maintain her appearance at around forty years old, her future opportunities for advancement were extremely limited, and she would inevitably pass away after several hundred years. As for her vast assets on Earth, since Madam Wen Yu described the vast and enduring world of cultivation to her last night, her vision had broadened considerably. Therefore, she no longer lingered on these worldly things. After achieving the Great Dao, if she still missed the pleasures of the mortal world, she could always return to revisit it.

After thanking Madam Wenyu, Chen Fengyi cast a grateful glance at Yang Yu and secretly sent him a telepathic farewell. The usually aloof Chen Fengyi even uttered some unusually sentimental words. She then recalled her original plan yesterday to slowly seduce this young man, keeping him by her side to properly train him and aid her cultivation breakthrough. However, she hadn't expected to have a sudden change of heart and report it to the sect, leading to this surprising outcome. She couldn't help but sigh at the unpredictability of life.

The slightly younger, beautiful woman named Sijing, who was actually Chen Fengyi's senior sister, slowly stepped forward and congratulated Chen Fengyi with a smile, "Congratulations on your promotion, Senior Sister Chen! You've received the true teachings, and your path to the Great Dao is just around the corner. Don't forget our sisterly bond in the future!"

Sijing was the head of the Wanhua Sect sent to Earth, and she and Chen Fengyi had a very good relationship. It was she who had helped Chen Fengyi transmit the information, for which Chen Fengyi was naturally very grateful, repeatedly saying she would never forget.

When Yang Yu heard the word "affection," he couldn't help but glance at the entangled and lewd beauties on the mural, thinking to himself that the so-called affection between these two women was probably just something they had cultivated over time.

The observant and beautiful woman, Si Jing, immediately noticed Yang Yu's expression, understanding his thoughts. Instead of taking offense, she showed him genuine concern, gently saying, "Yang Yu, you don't need to worry that cultivating our sect's inner cultivation method will affect your sexual orientation. Our sect's Ten Thousand Flowers Heart Sutra is not a cultivation method for men. Moreover, what I'm about to teach you is an upgraded version revised by my predecessor, suitable only for those with a Yin-Yang constitution, and can only be practiced with a woman. Its potential is immeasurable, so you must cultivate diligently!"

Yang Yu quickly replied, "I will definitely work hard." He could sense from her words that she was a gentle and kind woman, and Yang Yu felt ashamed of his earlier disrespect.

Madam Wen Yu was very efficient; before he had even finished speaking, she had already arranged the scene for the apprenticeship ceremony.

Beams of light swept across, and the stone platform in the center of the stone chamber was quickly transformed into a sacred altar. She had Chen Fengyi stand on the highest stone step, placing two bundles of paper at the foot of the steps. Then, she had Yang Yu and Ye Qingmei both kneel at Chen Fengyi's feet, respectfully performing the nine kowtows.

After they finished, Madam Wenyu walked between the three of them, placing their right hands together. Instantly, Yang Yu felt a tearing pain in his heart, and a drop of bright red blood flew from his fingertip.

The same thing happened to Chen Fengyi and Ye Qingmei.

These three drops of blood floated in the air, quickly merging together, emitting bursts of crimson light, before separating again and flying back into their bodies.

Yang Yu felt as if something had gently struck his heart. When he looked up at Chen Fengyi on the steps again, he felt an unusual warmth, while the various evil thoughts he had harbored towards her before became a thorn in his heart, causing him deep shame whenever he thought of them, a shame so heavy it was hard to breathe.

It turns out that the apprenticeship process in the Wanhua Sect isn't as simple as just formally recognizing a master. It requires a genuine exchange of hearts and souls, fostering an instinctive sense of belonging between master and disciple. Everything becomes so intimate and natural, as if they've lived together for decades.

Chen Fengyi felt the same way. Looking at the couple before her, she regarded them as her own children. She took their hands, like a mother reluctantly leaving her children behind, and said with reluctance, "Qingmei, Xiaoyu, I'm leaving today, and I don't know how many years it will be before we meet again. You must both take care and cultivate diligently. I'm leaving in haste, but here's a pearl and a piece of jade, treasures I've carried with me for many years. I'll give them to you today as keepsakes." As she spoke, she untied a red string from her jade neck, with a sandalwood bead and a phoenix-shaped jade piece strung on it.

Yang Yu obtained the bead, its warmth tingling in his hand. Remembering that Chen Fengyi always wore it around her neck, hanging down her chest, he assumed the warmth must come from her breasts. The moment this disrespectful thought crossed his mind, a heavy sense of shame washed over him, like a boulder pressing on his heart, causing him great discomfort.

He quickly banished the thought, calming himself to feel the bead in his hand. He noticed its uneven surface, so he held it up to the light for a closer look and discovered it was engraved with countless tiny characters.

Without time to decipher the characters, the two quickly thanked Chen Fengyi, then watched as she followed the beautiful woman Sijing into a void of light, gradually disappearing until they vanished along with the light.

The situation became very strange. Yang Yu and Ye Qingmei felt a deep reluctance to part, but at the same time, they clearly knew that they and Chen Fengyi had no real debt of gratitude or affection, and that it was not enough to cause such profound emotions about separation. All these emotions were clearly the effect of the emotional connection they had formed during the apprenticeship ceremony. Even though they knew the reason, they could not stop the heavy sorrow in their hearts. It

took Yang Yu a long time to calm down. At this time, Madam Wenyu had already used magic to remove the scene of the apprenticeship ceremony.
Then, not long after, the entire stone chamber was decorated very warmly, or rather, lewdly. The stone platform turned into a huge soft bed, covered with a hazy gauze curtain. The erotic paintings on the stone walls became even more vivid. Even without looking, one could see the animation of women intertwining and the soft moans.

What Yang Yu found even more unbearable was that several long tables were set up in front of the large soft bed, displaying all sorts of sex toys used by women. These toys were all antique in style, with a sense of history, unlike the modern electronic products, yet incredibly realistic and lifelike. The various dildos varied in length and thickness, and there were even gloves covered in tentacles—these were artifacts unheard of on Earth. There were also various sex chairs and rocking horses whose shapes easily evoked obscenity, leaving Yang Yu dazzled.

After Madam Wen Yu released these sex toys, she wore a solemn expression, seemingly devoid of lustful thoughts. She meticulously arranged each toy in its proper place, her solemnity resembling that of an antique collector organizing their beloved collection.

"Don't be alarmed. Human desire is an innate principle, and our teaching emphasizes harmonizing desire with the Dao. Today is your first time cultivating, so you're bound to experience some torment from lust. These tools are merely to create the right atmosphere. Of course, you're welcome to use them as you wish." She then cast a spell again, conjuring a gently flowing hot spring. The steam rose, creating a scene of ethereal beauty. She then set up an incense table, lit a pink incense stick, and filled the room with fragrance. She

then sat cross-legged before the incense table, produced a zither, and gently plucked the strings, playing a seductive melody. The music was soft yet melodious, causing Yang Yu's soul to tremble. His primal desires were stirred by the plucking of the strings. Ye Qingmei beside him did the same. The two embraced tightly, falling onto the soft bed in the center, whispering sweet nothings and caressing each other haphazardly. They were both burning with desire and panting heavily.

As the music ended, Madam Wenyu gently pressed the strings of her zither. When she looked up, the golden hairpin in her hair swayed beautifully. Gazing at the young couple on the bed, touching each other through their clothes, she smiled like a loving mother and said, "Since you've already fallen in love, take off your clothes and bathe in the warm water. Then I'll teach you the methods of dual cultivation."

The two on the bed stopped what they were doing and gazed at each other. Ye Qingmei's eyes still held some hesitation. Yang Yu calmed his breathing, gently kissed Ye Qingmei's cheek, and said tenderly, "Qingmei, we've grown up together since childhood. In my heart, you are the only one in this world who can be my wife. Even if it weren't for practicing, with the feelings we've cultivated over the years, I deeply desire to truly unite with you. But I don't know if you're willing?"

Ye Qingmei closed her eyes, her heart filled with complex emotions. Emotionally, she, like Yang Yu, deeply loved him.

However, she also had a realistic side. Before, when she saw Yang Yu abandon his studies, she hesitated about leaving him forever. Only after learning about his background did all that become unimportant. But now, other worries arose, and her heart was filled with turmoil. She lowered her head, biting her lip, and squeezed out two tears from her tightly closed eyes. After a long while, she raised her head, gazed at Yang Yu, and said, "You must promise me that no other woman will ever replace me in your heart."

Yang Yu was overjoyed upon hearing this. "Of course, how could anyone possibly replace you? Even a beauty a hundred times more beautiful than you couldn't."

Ye Qingmei: "So you mean you think I'm not beautiful enough?"

Yang Yu: "No, no, no, in my eyes you will always be the most beautiful. What new school beauty, what most beautiful teacher, none of them can compare to even a finger of yours."

Ye Qingmei chuckled upon hearing this, gently wiping away her tears with her jade-like hand. "I believe you. Even if you're lying to me, I'll only regret it when you break your promise."

Madam Wenyu listened quietly to the young couple's conversation, a look of nostalgia rising in her eyes. She recalled herself ten thousand years ago, so innocent and naive, and how a man had once said similar things to her. But that man later encountered setbacks in his cultivation and could no longer keep up with her pace. In the end, she became a top female immortal in the cultivation world, while he could only become one of the people who bowed down at her feet.

When she first saw the man who had once shared countless nights of passionate lovemaking with her, who had dominated her with his virility, kneeling trembling at her feet, humbly kissing her toes and begging for her mercy, her heart was filled with complex emotions. Unlike other female immortals who took this only man who had ever tasted her flesh as a male concubine, she joined the Myriad Flowers Sect, then widely considered a demonic sect throughout the Dao Tian Continent, and from then on, she never approached men again.

Thinking of this, Madam Wenyu snapped out of her reverie and looked at the young couple before her. For some reason, she was unwilling to let her own tragedy repeat itself in their lives.

Of course, she had great confidence in Yang Yu's aptitude; barring any unforeseen circumstances, his cultivation would definitely not lag behind Ye Qingmei's. Even if things didn't go well, he had a remarkable mother. What worried her was Ye Qingmei. The cultivation world was the cruelest place for women; in the millions of years of cultivation history, how many women of exceptional talent had ultimately become playthings in the harems of powerful male immortals?

After careful consideration, Madam Wenyu gently opened her mouth and said, "Since you two have been childhood sweethearts, you can become a couple bound by fate and cultivate the Golden Core of the Same Fate together. You will share both glory and loss. The benefits of the Golden Core of the Same Fate are numerous. For example, the effect will be multiplied several times when you cultivate together. Also, even if you are separated by different realms, you can still feel each other's hearts. Therefore, it can only be cultivated by men and women who are deeply in love."

Yang Yu nodded in agreement without hesitation. Ye Qingmei was very satisfied with his performance and, in her joy, took the initiative to hug his neck and give him a deep kiss.

Looking at the young couple, Madam Wenyu was overcome with maternal instinct: "Although I don't know the customs of marriage in your secular world, to us cultivators, becoming a Daoist couple is more solemn than becoming husband and wife. So today is your joyous day. Since your parents are not here, I will make the arrangements for you. After today, you will be husband and wife, and also Daoist partners. You must not change your mind because one of you is not doing well in your cultivation, nor discard each other like worn-out shoes or degrade each other to playthings. Are you willing?"

Yang Yu and Ye Qingmei nodded in agreement at the same time and made vows to each other.

Seeing this, Madam Wenyu smiled with satisfaction. Then, with a wave of her hand, she cast a spell, transforming the newlyweds into a solemn wedding dress. She also conjured red candles, wine pots, and cups, all of which were arranged on the table.

Yang Yu and Ye Qingmei were both surprised and delighted to find themselves suddenly dressed in wedding attire resembling that of the Han Dynasty. They knelt before the beautiful woman's table, bowed deeply, and saw red candles lit on the table. Unsure of the specific procedures for an ancient wedding, they simply poured two cups of wine. They smiled at each other and, with perfect understanding, drank them down in one gulp. Then, they poured new cups and each raised one to Madam Wenyu.

Madam Wenyu gladly accepted, gracefully drinking both cups with her wide sleeves covering her face. She gently set down the cups and looked at the two younger relatives she had just met—the man handsome, the woman beautiful—and grew increasingly fond of them.

Suddenly remembering that they hadn't received any gifts at their wedding ceremony, she took out a pair of antique jade rings from her storage space and bestowed them upon them. "These rings are crafted from the same piece of spirit jade, rare treasures in the Dao Tian Continent. They contain ample space for storing items, making them extremely convenient. I present them to you today as a wedding gift."

Yang Yu and Ye Qingmei repeatedly expressed their gratitude, overjoyed. They had been watching Madam Wen Yu conjure objects out of thin air, filled with curiosity and anticipation, never expecting to possess such a magical ability so soon.

After expressing their gratitude, the two quickly put the rings on each other's fingers, completing a ring exchange ceremony.
After putting on the jade ring, Yang Yu felt an extra space around his body, invisible and intangible, present only by thought and absent by forgetting, perceptible only by his will. He couldn't help but activate his will, instantly storing the wine cup Ye Qingmei had just used on the table into this magical space.

After witnessing Yang Yu's actions, Ye Qingmei blushed slightly, then imitated him, taking away the wine cup Yang Yu had been drinking from.

Yang Yu, however, suddenly found the courage to continue his spell, capturing the wine cup, still bearing the crimson lipstick mark from the cup Wen Yu had used, into his ring space.

Wen Yu, of course, saw this but didn't seem to care. Perhaps because she had lived for so long and was accustomed to men's admiration, she appeared quite indifferent.

The so-called dual cultivation of life, like the previous apprenticeship ceremony, also required the fusion of blood and spirit. This was a unique rule of the Myriad Flowers Sect; to establish a formal relationship, one must unite their true blood, unlike ordinary cultivators who only needed a superficial ceremony. However, this time the fusion of blood and spirit was far more complex than the previous one, taking over an hour.

The two undergoing the fusion endured hellish pain together, gritting their teeth and persevering throughout the process. Their newly changed ancient wedding attire was soaked with sweat, making them look utterly disheveled.

Lady Wenyu interpreted this pain as a tribulation of love, and this pain ultimately brought about a faint spiritual connection.

The newlyweds, who had just emerged from the agony, were amazed by this mysterious connection, feeling as if a door had opened in each other's hearts, allowing them to understand each other's thoughts at any moment through a single word, action, or expression.

The beautiful Lady Wenyu was very satisfied with this outcome: "Only a couple as deeply in love as you could have overcome this tribulation of love so smoothly. However, you will still need to enhance this shared spiritual connection through dual cultivation. Remember, you are now a united pair of Daoist partners, sharing both glory and misfortune. On the path of immortality, you must support each other, advance and retreat together. Only in this way can you achieve the Great Dao. Now, I will use the Mysterious Sound Soul-Attaching Method to teach you the enhanced version of our sect's dual cultivation technique, the Myriad Flowers Yin-Yang Technique."

Without waiting for the two disheveled young Daoist partners to calm down, she began to strum the strings of her zither with her delicate hands.

The ancient, melodious music of the zither had an aphrodisiac effect, causing Yang Yu and Ye Qingmei, who had just sworn an oath of eternal love and become a couple bound by fate, to involuntarily intertwine. Passion made their bodies tremble, yet they felt utterly powerless. Suddenly, a flood of information

overwhelmed their minds—not only the Myriad Flowers Yin-Yang Technique, but also the history and heritage of the Myriad Flowers Sect, and their current situation on the Dao Tian Continent. This information was imprinted on their minds like a printer, becoming their knowledge.

Nearly three hours passed before Madam Wenyu gently pressed down on the strings, ceasing her playing.

Yang Yu felt a sudden release, a profound understanding of the vast amount of knowledge he had just received, as if it were the result of decades of painstaking study.

Ye Qingmei, on the other side, was in the same situation and thus understood how the two would begin their dual cultivation. Thinking of this, Ye Qingmei felt both shy and secretly expectant. The Wan Hua Sect's erotic techniques were incredibly varied, many involving the various sex toys the beautiful woman had just displayed, especially the pair of gloves with numerous tentacles that could transmit realistic tactile sensations, almost like real tentacles growing on her body, moving freely. She couldn't help but steal a glance at Yang Yu's expression, wondering if he would enjoy this kind of play. After all, it was specifically designed for women's sexual intercourse; a possessive man might reject it.

Seeing that the transmission of the Dharma was complete, Lady Wenyu put away her zither, rose to her feet, her golden hairpins trembling, and gently instructed, "Next, you will begin your dual cultivation according to the techniques you just learned. However, you must not rush it. Today is your first time practicing the Dao, so you will first enter the Sensing Stage. Then, spend about two years breaking through to the True Qi Realm. With your aptitude and the resources I provide, achieving this goal shouldn't be too difficult. Then comes the most dangerous test you will face."
Yang Yu asked, "What test?"

Lady Wenyu replied, "The Initiation Transmission. Simply put, it's the direct transfer of a portion of my power to you through the Initiation Technique. My power is the result of ten thousand years of arduous cultivation; the slightest mistake will result in your annihilation."

Yang Yu asked, "Why must I receive the transmission? Can't we cultivate gradually?"

Madam Wen Yu: "Of course not, because of your constitution. Most people with a Yin-Yang constitution can only cultivate to the True Qi realm and then will never progress further. Moreover, you possess the extreme attributes of both Yin and Yang. Even reaching the True Qi realm would require a massive expenditure of resources, let alone breaking through the crucial True Qi Profound barrier on your own. Therefore, only I can provide the necessary empowerment for you to break through. Only after overcoming this barrier can your subsequent cultivation continue."

Yang Yu: "But won't this kind of power transfer harm your cultivation? Why are you being so kind to me?"

Madam Wen Yu smiled slightly: "You are quite straightforward. Our Myriad Flower Sect certainly wouldn't nurture you for nothing. As for..." "The reason will become clear when you reach a certain level of cultivation. For now, just focus on your cultivation. If you're still worried, you can go home and explain it to your mother. I think she'll understand the intentions of my Myriad Flowers Sect."

Yang Yu replied, "Alright, I don't understand anything anyway, so whatever you say is right."

Madam Wen Yu was slightly displeased upon hearing this and snorted coldly, "Why are you so suspicious at such a young age? If I wanted to harm you, it would be as easy as snapping my fingers. Why would I need to play any tricks with you? Focus on your cultivation. This place is connected to the Qi channels of the Dao Heaven Continent, and the cultivation effect here is about 80% of that on the Dao Heaven Continent. Don't waste the sect's efforts." After saying this, she waved her hand, creating a dazzling light screen, and then left.

For a moment, only Yang Yu and Ye Qingmei remained in the stone chamber. Their eyes met, and their affection gradually intensified.
Looking at the beautiful Ye Qingmei, Yang Yu could no longer suppress his desire. He roughly pulled the beauty into his arms, one hand reaching behind her back to grasp her jade-like neck, his thumb gently caressing her smooth skin, the soft sensation reaching his very soul. His other hand moved to her breasts, gently kneading them through her clothes, finding the firm nipple. A light pinch was enough to elicit a moan from the beauty in his arms.

Ye Qingmei felt as if her delicate body was being treated like a kitten, utterly humiliated. But the person who was trampling on her dignity was the one she was to spend her life with, and she suddenly felt incredibly aroused. She wanted to be his kitten, so she nervously closed her eyes, trying to relax and savor this rampant love.

Yang Yu watched as the beauty in his arms trembled slightly, a blush rising on her delicate face, looking completely at him, and a feeling of tenderness welled up inside him. His movements softened. He gently caressed her two jade-like breasts, indulging his whims, before his gaze shifted to her jade-like neck, and then upwards to her delicate earlobes.

Strangely, he knew she had never had her ears pierced before, yet she was now wearing jade pendants. He couldn't help but ask the beauty in his arms why.

Ye Qingmei opened her eyes upon hearing this, gently freeing herself from his grasp. She then sat opposite him, her jade arms encircling his neck, tilting her head to reveal a mischievous smile. "It was Madam who did it for me just now. It's amazing! It didn't hurt at all. You know I'm very afraid of pain, so I've never gotten my ears pierced. Now it's all right; Madam just casually used a spell to fix it for me."

Hearing this, Yang Yu couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of magic, filled with anticipation for his future cultivation journey. However, he had little time to think about such things at the moment, as a tender, beautiful woman was seducing him with her alluring smile.
He pulled Ye Qingmei into his arms again, their breaths mingling. He gently brushed one side of her hair behind her back, revealing her sexy neck. He brought his nose close to her snow-white skin, greedily inhaling the delicate fragrance of her hair, which excited him greatly. He couldn't help but purse his lips against her glistening earlobe, his nimble tongue lightly licking it.

"Mmm! Oh! It's so itchy! And so comfortable!" Ye Qingmei tensed up, clinging tightly to Yang Yu's body, her voice laced with unbearable moans. "Ah... why is it so sore and itchy? Ouch! Brother Yu, where did you learn to... play so well?"

Yang Yu's tongue licked the soft flesh with abandon, each light lick eliciting an alluring moan from Ye Qingmei, his control palpable. The jade pendant hanging from Ye Qingmei's ear occasionally brushed against Yang Yu's face as it swayed, sending a warm sensation through him. This feeling was incredibly stimulating, and Yang Yu played with it with great enjoyment. It took him a long time to finish before he stopped and answered her question: "Of course, I learned it from Japanese movies. Miss Qingmei, have you ever watched those kinds of movies?"

Ye Qingmei panted softly, punched Yang Yu's shoulder, and said in a coquettish voice, "You're so naughty! I've never seen any of those. Don't slander me."

Yang Yu: "Oh, I must have been mistaken. What I found in your notebook last time was probably just some casino advertisements."

Ye Qingmei felt a surge of shame and anger upon hearing this. She suddenly pounced on Yang Yu, straddling his waist, ready to give him a condescending scolding. But suddenly she felt something hard pressing against her buttocks, and she bounced up as if she had been electrocuted. Then she felt a wave of weakness and fell back down. This time, it was her vulva that collided head-on with the hard object, and she cried out in surprise.

Yang Yu was also thoroughly aroused. His penis slid open at Ye Qingmei's vulva, then was pressed tightly against a soft belly. Ye Qingmei's body was now limp and powerless against him. She was angry but unable to speak, only breathing heavily with her eyes closed.

Yang Yu's penis, squeezed by her soft flesh, swelled even more intensely, and with her breasts pressed against his chest, his lust was ablaze. He forcefully turned the beauty around, straddling her, his hands busy removing her clothes. Fortunately, he had a twin sister who loved ancient costumes, so he was familiar with how to wear them. He quickly stripped Ye Qingmei down to her underwear, a red bodice and red panties embroidered with festive patterns.

Ye Qingmei kept her eyes tightly closed, looking completely helpless. Sometimes her eyebrows furrowed slightly, sometimes her cherry lips pursed, emitting low moans, which were quite adorable.

Yang Yu quietly admired her alluring demeanor for a while, then couldn't resist reaching out to touch her delicate cherry lips, gently kneading and wantonly playing with them.

Ye Qingmei felt a little uncomfortable from his touch, and couldn't help but open her eyes, turning her head away to avoid the mischievous hand kneading her. She glared at him angrily and said, "Don't pinch me anymore, or I'll bite you to death!"

Seeing this suddenly angry kitten, Yang Yu was immediately aroused with the desire to conquer. He grasped her pink and tender neck with both hands, and for a moment felt the urge to completely control this beautiful body. Then he lowered his head and kissed those tempting cherry lips, his movements very rough, making Ye Qingmei a little breathless.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah!" Ye Qingmei struggled fiercely, finally managing to break free from Yang Yu's forceful kiss. She gasped for breath, complaining, "Are you only happy when you kill me? Let me catch my breath."
Yang Yu's gaze burned as he looked at the beautiful woman beneath him, who was now throwing a tantrum. He felt both pity and an irresistible urge to ravage her. His hands moved up to her rosy face, his thumbs rubbing her cheeks, before he slowly lowered himself. This time, he was incredibly gentle, pressing his face close to hers, sharing her breath, and waiting patiently.

Ye Qingmei, seeing her lover suddenly become so tender, felt a surge of joy. She knew he was seeking excitement, but she had to maintain her boundaries and not let him abuse her.

A satisfied smile spread across her face as she gently cradled Yang Yu's head, her long, curled eyelashes trembling slightly before she closed her eyes coquettishly.

Seeing such an alluring signal, Yang Yu couldn't wait to kiss her.

The moment his tongue touched her moist, red lips, he instinctively thrust it against her teeth.

It was their first kiss, and they lacked experience. Although they vaguely knew how to do it from adult films, they were still clumsy in reality. Yang Yu's tongue quickly pried open Ye Qingmei's teeth, their tongues exploring each other, gradually harmonizing, greedily sucking each other's saliva, sensing the taste of desire within it.

They finally separated, breathless, their eyes locked, both panting.
Yang Yu, catching his breath, resumed his actions, his lips slowly moving downwards, his tongue tracing a path from her fair, jade-like chin down to her throat before stopping, thoroughly licking that area. Just as he had imagined, he successfully touched Ye Qingmei's sensitive spot, eliciting a soft, trembling moan, as melodious as celestial music.

Yang Yu pressed on, releasing Ye Qingmei's delicate neck after his initial pleasure, then licking her sexy collarbone, followed by another round of tongue teasing and lip rubbing, arousing Ye Qingmei's desire, causing her to let out soft, plaintive moans.
At this point, Yang Yu could no longer restrain himself. He flipped over and quickly stripped Ye Qingmei of her remaining two pieces of clothing. Then he began to undress himself, and soon the two were naked before each other.

For a moment, they stared at each other, both filled with curiosity about the other's nakedness.

After a quiet moment, Yang Yu gently lifted the naked Ye Qingmei, letting her long, slender legs wrap around his waist. His erect penis pressed against her wet vulva, thrusting between her thighs.

With such a thick, long jade pillar pressed against her private parts, Ye Qingmei felt as if her soul was about to fly away. Her legs trembled slightly, sometimes clamping together, sometimes opening, her arms tightly wrapped around Yang Yu's neck, her ears rubbing against his, and she murmured incessantly, her eyes half-closed, seemingly in pain yet also enjoying it.

Yang Yu held this fiery body, his hands caressing her smooth back, his nose greedily inhaling her virgin fragrance. He felt his desire about to explode, and instinctively reached down, wanting to guide his penis to attack Ye Qingmei's wet, honeyed cave.

But when Ye Qingmei noticed Yang Yu's actions, she quickly grabbed the hand that was reaching for her private parts, panting softly, "Yang Yu, don't be in such a hurry! We haven't even circulated our energy yet. The commentary on the Myriad Flowers Yin Yang Technique says that for the first time we cultivate together, we should circulate our energy first... then insert it..."

Yang Yu didn't care about that. He said impatiently, "This is our first time, so let's skip the cultivation. Let's just do it normally. I'll break your virginity later, and we can cultivate together after we've enjoyed the pleasure. Besides, the first time we cultivate together, you can't move after insertion. We have to wait until..." "You can only penetrate after the cultivation is complete. How boring is it to end our first night like this?"

Ye Qingmei insisted on her own idea. "No, the cultivation method says that using my virgin yin to start the first dual cultivation will greatly help our future cultivation. How can we waste such a rare opportunity just for pleasure? Brother Yu, please listen to me, okay?"

Yang Yu was blinded by lust and wouldn't listen to Ye Qingmei's words. He was still stubborn and tried his best to break free from Ye Qingmei's jade hands so that he could straighten his penis for thrusting.

Ye Qingmei was instantly furious and bit Yang Yu's shoulder fiercely.

"Ah! It hurts! Are you trying to murder your husband?" Yang Yu was in so much pain that cold sweat poured down his forehead. Ye Qingmei left a deep tooth mark on his shoulder before she let go.

"Are you going to listen to me or not?" Ye Qingmei puffed out her chest, glaring fiercely at Yang Yu. "If you don't listen, believe me, I'll bite you to death!"

Yang Yu's lust had subsided somewhat after her provocation, and he wasn't as persistent as before. Moreover, he knew Ye Qingmei's personality very well; if he gave in to her on something she was very insistent on, she would be completely obedient in other aspects. So he gently soothed her, "Miss Qingmei, don't be angry, okay? I'll listen to you."

Hearing this, Ye Qingmei's anger turned to joy. Seeing the teeth marks on Yang Yu's shoulder, she showed a pained expression. She lowered her head, spat some saliva onto the marks, and gently spread it evenly with a delicate white finger, as if applying some kind of magic potion. She smiled and said, "Alright, it shouldn't hurt anymore. Let's officially begin now."

Yang Yu was speechless and rolled his eyes.

Ye Qingmei, with a seductive expression, gently pushed Yang Yu's chest, gesturing for him to lie down. She then straddled him, assuming a woman-on-top position.

Yang Yu lay down as she instructed, but couldn't help but worry, "Are you sure you can do this? This is your first time; it will hurt a lot."

It turned out that the first dual cultivation of the Myriad Flower Yin-Yang Technique required the woman to be in control, and to adopt a woman-on-top position—extremely difficult for a virgin.

Ye Qingmei, however, possessed the spirit to face the challenge head-on. She parted her jade-like legs, sitting at the base of Yang Yu's thighs, leaning back. Her breasts were just beginning to develop; when she thrust her chest out, the two soft mounds spread out into rounded caps, with the nipples proudly erect, glistening and translucent.

Yang Yu lay on his back, his enormous penis standing erect, its magnificence extraordinary.

Ye Qingmei's heart raced. She braced herself with her hands behind her back, trying to open her delicate labia as if kissing her lover's massive member. The pleasure from this intimate contact made her body tremble. She squinted her eyes, savoring the sensation for a moment, then said in a trembling voice, "Don't worry, for our future, I won't back down no matter how painful it is."

Yang Yu knew his lover was a very determined and ambitious girl. She was usually afraid even of getting her ears pierced, but now, for a better first time of dual cultivation, she was fearless even of losing her virginity and dared to take the initiative. Therefore, he didn't try to dissuade her further. "Then let's circulate our energy,"

Ye Qingmei said softly, biting her lip, and began to circulate her energy according to the Myriad Flowers Yin Yang Technique.

As they both began to circulate their energy, a wondrous energy surged from their bodies, slowly flowing through their meridians. The spiritual energy from the Dao Tian Continent also began to gather outside their bodies, cleansing their flesh and refining it before entering their bodies and circulating through their meridians.

Having already undergone blood fusion, the two quickly connected their energy through telepathic communication, as if an invisible channel linked them together. Thus, the preparatory energy cultivation before their first union was complete, and they experienced a profound sense of spiritual communion.

Ye Qingmei was extremely nervous, knowing exactly what she needed to do next.

She used her hands to support her body, leaning forward, her two delicate legs clamping tightly around Yang Yu's groin, pressing his thick penis against her soft abdomen, experiencing a blissful sensation.

She couldn't resist touching her vulva; it was wet and tingling, her slender fingers already glistening with lustful fluid. She gently smeared this lubricating fluid onto Yang Yu's bright red glans, then slowly rubbed it.

"Hiss..." Yang Yu gasped, stimulated.

"Brother Yu, isn't it very comfortable?" Ye Qingmei's eyes were alluring, her desire overflowing; she seemed to thoroughly enjoy teasing Yang Yu.

"Qingmei, hurry up and put it in for me, I can't hold on any longer."

Ye Qingmei's jade fingers reluctantly left Yang Yu's glans, her body leaning forward further, her hands pressing on Yang Yu's waist, lifting her round jade buttocks, aligning the entrance of her private parts with Yang Yu's glans, but she hesitated and did not sit down. "Yang Yu, yours is so big, I... I'm suddenly a little scared, what if it won't go in?"

Yang Yu said anxiously, "No, it can even give birth to a child, it will definitely go in."

Ye Qingmei: "But I'm still a virgin? I feel like my opening is a little small..."

Yang Yu: "Then let me deflower you first, okay?"

"No way! Okay, I'll do it!" Ye Qingmei gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and began to slowly sit down. When the tender flesh of her vaginal opening touched the huge glans, she withdrew one hand from Yang Yu's waist, focused on supporting Yang Yu's penis, and then swallowed it little by little, her bright red labia being squeezed open to both sides.

"Ah!" The man and woman let out a sensual moan at the same time.

As Ye Qingmei continued to sink deeper, she had already swallowed Yang Yu's entire glans, but she suddenly felt a tearing pain: "Ah! It hurts so much! Yang Yu, you've torn my vagina apart!"
Yang Yu was also in great pain. He felt like his penis was about to explode. This feeling of being able to go in only a little bit and not being able to move any further was too uncomfortable. However, he also felt sorry for Ye Qingmei. Hearing her cry out in pain, he dared not make the slightest movement, for fear of adding to her suffering.

He suppressed his impulse and gently comforted her, "Then let's hold off for now. Don't move now, and continue when you've gotten used to it."

"But it still hurts so much even when I don't move. Yang Yu, am I useless? My vagina is really too small; it can't hold something as big as you." "

Don't say that. I wouldn't like it if your vagina was too big. It'll be fine once you get used to it. Besides, how can an ordinary girl have the courage to take the lead in deflowering herself? In this world, only a brave young lady like Qingmei has such courage."

Yang Yu's words greatly encouraged Ye Qingmei: "You're right. What ordinary women can't do, I, Ye Qingmei, can definitely do." As she spoke, she tilted her head back and inhaled, her breasts heaving. She bit her lip and said, "Brother Yu, don't be distracted. Get ready to circulate your energy."

As she spoke, she gathered her strength and suddenly sank down heavily.

"Ah!" A piercing scream rang out as Ye Qingmei's honey hole finally swallowed Yang Yu's long and thick jade stem completely, and bright red liquid seeped from the point of their union. She was in so much pain she almost fainted, her abdomen trembling violently, her hands too weak to support her, and she collapsed forward, limply against Yang Yu's chest.

The moment Yang Yu's penis plunged deep into Ye Qingmei's vagina, a wave of pleasure washed over him, every pore on his body opening up. He spread his arms and embraced her falling body tightly, frantically caressing her smooth back. At that moment, he felt an urge to immediately begin thrusting, to release his desire completely.

But reason stopped him; doing so would be too unfair to Ye Qingmei's earlier sacrifice.
He felt the body in his arms tremble in pain, her breaths mingled with soft moans. He quickly suppressed his lust and began to practice the formal dual cultivation technique of the Myriad Flowers Yin Yang Art.

Because they had already achieved a state of interconnected energy through prior practice, Yang Yu's initial practice also activated Ye Qingmei's energy, their meridians circulated in sync, and their souls intertwined and merged.

"Mmm... Ah..." Both of them simultaneously let out a series of pleasurable moans.

It turned out that dual cultivation could produce sensations similar to sex. As the cultivation progressed, Yang Yu felt Ye Qingmei's moist vagina constantly sucking at his penis, a stimulation that seemed a hundred times more pleasurable than his own active thrusting.

A long time passed, and this sexual pleasure seemed endless. The pain of Ye Qingmei's deflowering was long since neutralized by this continuous comfort. She felt a mysterious power accumulating and growing within her body as the cultivation continued.

After about ten more minutes, the two entered a dreamlike state, as if transported to a secluded world where they could indulge in unrestrained debauchery.

Chapter Six: Entwined

in the Stone Chamber, where day and night were obscured, it was already evening of the third day when Yang Yu and Ye Qingmei, the newlywed immortal couple, awoke from their dreamlike dual cultivation.

The Dao Tian Continent divides the path of cultivation into twelve major realms: Sensing, Innate, True Qi, Profound Understanding, Transformation, Dao Realm, Myriad Laws, Harmony with the Dao, Longevity, Reaching Heaven, Dao Ancestor, and Supreme.

After their initial dual cultivation, the two made rapid progress, both reaching the mid-stage of Sensing. This significant advancement was primarily due to the effects of Ye Qingmei's primordial yin energy; otherwise, even with their exceptional talent, they couldn't have leaped from zero cultivation to the mid-stage of Sensing in one step.

Yang Yu, who was experiencing the changes in his power after dual cultivation, was suddenly startled by Ye Qingmei's movements.
Ye Qingmei, her body swollen and aching from Yang Yu's penis, didn't even want to speak. Upon waking, she immediately began primal sexual intercourse, her snow-white buttocks rising and falling, swallowing and quickly spitting out Yang Yu's hot, hard penis, the point of their union covered in white foam.

After the dual cultivation, her physique was no longer comparable to that of an ordinary woman. The pain of losing her virginity was long gone, replaced by waves of continuous sexual pleasure. She tilted her head back, her eyes slightly narrowed, her expression one of pure enjoyment. Her hands vigorously caressed her breasts, sometimes pinching and kneading her nipples with her jade-like fingers, emitting waves of soul-stirring moans.

Ye Qingmei's movements were too fast, each thrust allowing Yang Yu's penis to penetrate to her deepest point. He couldn't hold on for more than three minutes before he couldn't help but want to ejaculate, quickly gathering his inner strength to circulate the Preservation of Essence Technique.
This exquisite technique, called the Yang Shen Jue (Yang Spirit Technique), was collected by Lady Wen Yu on the Dao Tian Continent. It's an extremely unorthodox secret method, suitable only for men with physiques like Yang Yu. It's said to have been created hundreds of thousands of years ago by an extremely Yin-Yang body who died young, hoping to break through the Xuan Guan (mysterious barrier) through the art of absorbing Yin to replenish Yang. Although he failed, the Yang Shen Jue he created

allowed him to remain erect for a hundred days while having sex with a woman. Yang Yu, having just learned this technique, certainly couldn't achieve the exaggerated feat of a hundred days of continuous sex, but it was enough to handle Ye Qingmei, whose physique had been strengthened through dual cultivation. When the Yang Shen Jue was activated, his already impressive penis instantly grew even thicker and longer, causing Ye Qingmei to scream in pain, forcing her to stop and fall limply into his arms.

Yang Yu, at his peak, sat up, holding Ye Qingmei's soft body, one hand around her shoulder, the other pressing against her buttocks, and thrusting wildly into her vagina.

"Mmm...ah...it hurts! It hurts so much! Yang Yu, slow down, you're killing me!"

Ye Qingmei's vagina began to tear with pain again from Yang Yu's primal and savage thrusting, and she cried out for mercy.

But Yang Yu couldn't stop; he relentlessly sprinted forward.

It was as if there was a mountain he could never reach, and even a small ascent would bring him ecstasy. So he kept thrusting upwards, his magnificent, erect penis repeatedly penetrating Ye Qingmei's tender vagina, the mixture of her vaginal fluid and semen covering her labia.

Ye Qingmei gradually lost her strength, only weak moans and rapid breathing remaining.

Yang Yu's prowess remained undiminished. With the physique of a newly ascended cultivator, he thrust continuously for over twenty minutes before finally managing to quell his lust.

Finally, he made one last, forceful thrust, his glans pressing hard against Ye Qingmei's cervix for several seconds before stopping, satisfied.

Ye Qingmei was already limp as a limp calf. Yang Yu held her jade-like body horizontally across his lap, watching her furrowed brows and the pleasure of her orgasm radiating from her pretty face. He felt a surge of conquest, thinking to himself that with such powerful sexual abilities, what woman couldn't he conquer in the future?

He continued to caress Ye Qingmei's breasts with lingering desire. Her breasts were perfectly cupped in his hands, the glistening nipples swirling in his palms, tickling him. He couldn't resist lowering his head and taking her other breast into his mouth, his tongue pressing against the nipple, gently sucking. After only a few strokes, the small, grape-like nipple stood erect, appearing very hard. Seeing this effect, Yang Yu couldn't stop. He suckled Ye Qingmei's two newly formed breasts until they were covered in his saliva.

Ye Qingmei, by this time, had regained some strength, having cultivated internal energy within her body.

She enjoyed the waves of pleasure from having her breasts suckled. This pleasure wasn't as intense as when Yang Yu's penis was thrusting into her vagina, but it had a unique flavor, combining the pleasure of sex with the release of maternal love. She couldn't help but open her arms, tightly embracing his neck, rubbing her head against his chin, greedily inhaling his masculine scent. After a while, she said in a soft voice, "Yang Yu, you're so amazing. You almost made me faint just now, but it felt so good. I never thought sex could feel this good." Yang Yu contentedly released
the nipple from his mouth, licked his lips, and said, "Are you still going to call me by my name?"

Ye Qingmei: "What do you want me to call you? Brother Yu?"

Yang Yu: "Too sweet, I don't like it. Call me husband, please." Ye

Qingmei: "Hmph! I won't call you that. Husband is so cliché. We're a perfect couple now, of course..." "I should call you husband, and you should call me wife. It has to be elegant, like... mutual respect and courtesy, you know?"

Yang Yu thought this way of addressing her was quite charming, so he readily agreed, "Wife is certainly elegant, but let's not talk about mutual respect and courtesy anymore. We just had a great battle, and I've only just tasted the beginning. I want to continue our battle for another eight hundred rounds." As he spoke, he turned the jade body in his arms around, and reached down to guide his penis to find the entrance to her vagina.

Ye Qingmei twisted her slender waist, trying to get rid of Yang Yu's embrace. She used one hand to protect her jade gate tightly, preventing him from penetrating her, and said in a coquettish voice, "No, I want to rest for a while. How about we go to the hot spring together to wash? I feel all sticky and uncomfortable."

Yang Yu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he readily agreed. He picked up the jade body horizontally and walked straight towards the gurgling hot spring pool.

As the two immersed themselves in the hot spring, they both exclaimed in pleasure, the heat opening every pore of their bodies and accelerating their blood flow.

"So comfortable! Husband, quickly help me scrub my back."

Yang Yu, of course, wouldn't refuse such a sensual request: "Yes, madam, just enjoy yourself and see how I make you feel like you're in heaven."

"Ugh, don't be so lewd."

Yang Yu chuckled, leaning against the pool wall, finding a step to sit on. The water level was just above his knees. Then he spread his strong legs, turning Ye Qingmei to face him, gesturing for her to kneel.

Ye Qingmei rolled her eyes resentfully, somewhat unwilling to assume this undignified position.
Yang Yu gently took her small hand and said, "Good madam, Miss Qingmei, please satisfy my desire to conquer, okay?"

Ye Qingmei hesitated for a moment before biting her lip and slowly kneeling between Yang Yu's open legs.

Her delicate feet braced against the bottom of the pool, half-squatting, half-kneeling, her head barely reaching Yang Yu's chest.

Yang Yu was instantly thrilled, his hands pressing eagerly onto his lover's soft shoulders. Her skin felt smooth to the touch. Looking down, he saw that Madam Wen Yu had used Taoist magic to style her hair into an ancient bride's bun, adorned with gold branches, phoenixes, and hairpins. He studied it carefully for a moment, then selected a jade hairpin and pulled it out. Instantly, her long, flowing hair cascaded down, covering Ye Qingmei's back and neck.

Ye Qingmei's hands pressed against Yang Yu's thighs for support. She tilted her head back, pouted, and looked at the man playing with her hair with a resentful expression.

Yang Yu pulled a strand of hair to his nose and smelled it with obvious enjoyment, saying smugly, "See, I'm quite knowledgeable about this kind of hairstyle, aren't I?"

Ye Qingmei retorted irritably, "You've got my hair all wet, it's so uncomfortable."
Yang Yu didn't care at all. He swept all the hair that had fallen across Ye Qingmei's cheeks behind her back, then grabbed her neck with one hand and lifted her chin with the other, looking at her with a very flirtatious gaze for a moment before suddenly lowering his head and kissing her lips heavily.

Ye Qingmei, who had expected this, responded passionately to her lover's kiss, feeling his hand kneading her chin forcefully, ravaging her. She didn't resist, letting him trample on her dignity. The large hand on her neck tightened its grip, making it hard for her to breathe. Her heart was filled with both pleasure and pain, a contradiction that was difficult to express in words, only manifested in her physical instincts. Two streams of hot tears silently flowed from her eyes.

Yang Yu was unaware of his hidden sadistic tendencies until he felt two warm drops fall onto his chin, jolting him awake. He quickly released his grip on his lover's neck.

Ye Qingmei's breathing returned to normal, but she coughed hysterically in her haste, taking a while to calm down, her face streaked with tears and her eyes red.

Yang Yu was at a loss, filled with remorse. He tenderly stroked Ye Qingmei's hair, saying, "I'm sorry, Qingmei, I acted impulsively. I hurt you, I'm sorry..."

Ye Qingmei, still catching her breath and feeling weak, nestled her face against Yang Yu's chest, listening to his anxious heartbeat. "Silly boy! I didn't mean to blame you. It was just really painful. I felt like I was about to die in your hands. Half of the pain was from the physical pain, and the other half from the heartbreak."

Yang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but remained secretly alarmed. He loved this girl he had grown up with so much, and he couldn't bear to hurt her because of his own selfish desires. "Qingmei, scold me. I feel terrible right now. I shouldn't have treated you like that."

Ye Qingmei smiled charmingly, tilting her head. "I already said I don't blame you. But I really didn't expect you to not only have a foot fetish but also enjoy sadomasochism. Tell me, what did it feel like when you tortured me just now?"

Yang Yu shook his head. He really couldn't remember what he actually felt. At this moment, he only felt guilty.
Ye Qingmei didn't press him further. After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly kissed one of Yang Yu's nipples and began to gently lick it.

"Oh!" Yang Yu suddenly felt a wave of pleasure. He hadn't expected that this part of his body was also a sensitive spot.
Ye Qingmei kissed Yang Yu's skin affectionately, inhaling the captivating scent emanating from it. Her heart was filled with excitement. She kissed both of his nipples, just as he had kissed hers. Then she slowly moved down, and when she kissed his abdomen, she felt her chin being pressed against a hot, round head.

Her heart skipped a beat. She removed her hands from his thighs and knelt between his legs, looking up at his swollen, engorged penis with fascination. The bright red, mushroom-shaped glans made her pupils contract. She gently squeezed it with her hand, "Ah! It's so big! And... it even smells nice." She then cupped the glans with her other hand, gently rubbing the urethral opening with the soft flesh of her palm.
Yang Yu looked at the beautiful woman kneeling beneath him, and the moment his hands touched his penis, his desire to conquer her was rekindled. He held her head in one arm and used the other to gently brush her soft hair back, revealing her smooth forehead and neck, then lightly caressed her cheeks and neck.

Ye Qingmei felt itchy and, after enduring it for a while, began to struggle and giggle. "Brother Yu, my good husband, please let me go! It's so itchy! I'm already kneeling under your crotch, aren't you satisfied?"

Yang Yu, of course, wouldn't be satisfied so easily. He pressed his thumb against her lips, roughly rubbing them, making very explicit advances.

Ye Qingmei naturally understood; he just wanted oral sex. But when she saw that enormous glans, she was secretly afraid. It was so big! Could her mouth hold it?

But to please this man with such a strong desire to conquer, she seemed to have no other choice.

She took a deep breath, one hand supporting his penis, and slowly lowered her head. A surge of heat rose from the glans, clashing with the fragrance of her breath. As she inhaled, she also inhaled a strong scent, a pungent smell of his semen, which excited her subtly.

Like a kitten, she elegantly sniffed the bright red glans, then opened her cherry-like mouth to gently try and take it in. Finding it a little difficult, she opened her mouth wider, completely abandoning her elegance, and awkwardly managed to take the entire large glans into her mouth.

"Ugh..." A low moan escaped her throat, her nostrils flared, and she breathed rapidly. After a moment of adjustment, she began to slowly suckle. As

his penis was enveloped by her delicate mouth, Yang Yu trembled all over, waves of pleasure crashing over his nerves.

Actually, Ye Qingmei's technique was very clumsy; she only made small, gentle thrusts throughout, sometimes even causing him pain from her teeth rubbing against his skin. Yet, Yang Yu experienced an immense sense of conquest. As she sucked and teased, Yang Yu's hands ceaselessly caressed her head, playing with her hair.

Gradually, Ye Qingmei began to learn to suck without instruction. While sensing Yang Yu's reactions, she adjusted the location of her sucking, coordinating with the licking of her pink tongue, swallowing and spitting for a while, then sucking and licking for a while, arousing Yang Yu's soul. At this moment, he didn't intend to use any Yang Shen Technique to restrain his essence; he just wanted to ejaculate freely when he reached the peak of being sucked.

"Ah! Use your lips, Qingmei, quickly use your lips to suck and tease my glans, and use your hands to stroke my lower body, ah... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum."

Ye Qingmei was extremely excited upon hearing this. Seeing Yang Yu so unable to control himself after being sucked, she felt a great sense of accomplishment. She did as she was told, using her soft lips to suck and rub his glans, while using her hands to stroke him lower body, faster and faster. When one hand got tired, she switched to the other, alternating like this more than ten times. Suddenly, she felt a violent throbbing in the dragon root in her mouth.

Yang Yu felt his entire body brimming with energy, which he needed to release through his penis. The stimulation of his dragon root had reached its peak, and his waist was gathering all his strength. Instinctively, his hands pressed down on Ye Qingmei's head, and his penis plunged deep into her throat, thrusting in and out several times. Instantly, thick streams of semen gushed out like a high-pressure water gun, pouring directly into Ye Qingmei's stomach through her throat.

Ye Qingmei was in extreme discomfort; a burning pain shot through her throat, almost causing her to lose consciousness. She was forced to swallow several mouthfuls of scalding semen, her stomach churning as she tried to vomit, but her throat was completely filled with that jade pillar, and she couldn't spit it out at all.

Yang Yu didn't know how many spurts of semen he ejaculated until he could ejaculate no more. He pulled his penis out of Ye Qingmei's mouth, and almost simultaneously, Ye Qingmei's abdomen contracted, and a large amount of thick white fluid gushed from her mouth. She vomited violently several times before finally stopping, collapsing limply onto Yang Yu's lap. She struggled to raise her hand to wipe her mouth, gasping for breath.

After releasing his pent-up emotions, Yang Yu saw Ye Qingmei in this state, feeling immense remorse. However, it was too late for any apology; he could only carefully lift her up and place her on his lap, embracing her head and gently wiping the semen from her mouth and tidying her disheveled hair.

Several minutes later, Ye Qingmei gradually regained her composure. She tightly hugged Yang Yu's neck, rubbing her face against his chest a few times. Suddenly, hot tears welled up uncontrollably, streaming down her face and onto Yang Yu's body. She made a very suppressed sound, her words incoherent, "Yang... Yang Yu... you dead man... I have... nothing left. In front of you... I have no dignity left. I... I am just your sex toy... are you... are you satisfied now?"

Yang Yu held her delicate and powerless body tightly. He was heartbroken and filled with regret. He shouldn't have been so impulsive. Even if he wanted to play sadomasochistic games, he should have gone to another woman.

He quickly tried to soothe her with gentle words, saying sweet things to make her happy, and occasionally kissing her forehead and cheeks tenderly. It took a lot of effort to calm her down, but after a while, she suddenly broke free from his embrace, wrapped her long, beautiful legs around his waist, and sat down, saying emotionally, "Now everything is yours, you can't just throw me away when you're tired of me!"

This was the first time Yang Yu had heard her say such insecure words, and he felt a surge of pain, almost to the point of collapse. "Don't talk nonsense! How am I playing with you? We've been a couple since we were little, and now we're a pair of immortals, we're one."

Perhaps because Ye Qingmei had given herself to him so quickly, and the two of them had only recently become a real couple, everything had developed too suddenly, so she felt a lot of insecurity. It wasn't something that Yang Yu could completely put her at ease with just a few words. "But you are from a wealthy family, women are basically just playthings in your hands."

"No, I was just too impulsive and didn't consider your feelings. I promise I'll never do that to you again. Please believe me this once, for the sake of our childhood friendship, okay?"

Ye Qingmei sighed inwardly, sinking weakly into his arms, as submissive as a kitten, clinging tightly to his neck. Suddenly, she realized she had been a bit crazy, which was why she was so insecure. After a moment of tenderness, she suddenly leaned in and kissed him passionately.

The passionate kiss reignited Yang Yu's desire. After a wet kiss, he excitedly carried her to the edge of the pool and laid her flat on a smooth step.

"I was too rough just now. As an apology, I'll let my wife taste my eloquence."
As he spoke, he gently parted her long, slender legs, revealing a honeyed cave covered in black curly hair.

Without a word, he leaned in, first smelling and then licking, beginning to cultivate this fertile land in a different way with his very limited knowledge of sex.

After only a dozen or so licks, Yang Yu had successfully grasped the knack and found Ye Qingmei's clitoris. She sat up, her legs clamping tightly around Yang Yu's head, biting her lip and squinting her eyes in pleasure, letting out seductive moans. Soon, her hands began to grab Yang Yu's hair haphazardly, then her legs released his head, but instead reached over his shoulders, her delicate feet rubbing incessantly against his back.
Yang Yu's technique improved, and after another two minutes of vigorous licking, he finally brought Ye Qingmei to orgasm.
"Ah! I'm going to die! I'm flying!" Ye Qingmei cried out in ecstasy, but when the climax arrived, she couldn't utter a word. Her whole body tensed, her legs stretched forward, and her hands pressed tightly against Yang Yu's head, preventing his mouth from leaving her vulva.

Yang Yu felt the jade-like body before him vibrate like an erupting volcano, filling him with a sense of accomplishment. His mouth was dripping with lustful fluid, and his nose was pressed against his dark, curly pubic hair. He tried to take her clitoris into his mouth, thinking it might intensify her orgasm, but he failed. She was too excited, her delicate hands pressing his head down so he couldn't move.
Ye Qingmei experienced a near-perfect orgasm, which also nearly drained all her strength.
Then she noticed Yang Yu, who was between her legs, was about to make another move. Instinctively, she braced herself against his shoulders with her feet, giggling, "Alright, alright, I've made amends. Let's rest for a bit."

Yang Yu stopped, grabbing her foot on his shoulder with one hand. The foot felt smooth and tender, and he couldn't resist gently stroking and playing with it.

Ye Qingmei was tickled by his teasing and withdrew her jade feet. After thinking for a moment, she stretched them out to his chin, lifted his chin with her crystal-clear jade toes, and said in a coquettish voice, "Good husband, aren't you a foot fetishist? Look at my pair of jade feet, how about trying them to see if they taste good?"

Faced with such a sensual provocation, Yang Yu's desire immediately rose. He grabbed both of Ye Qingmei's jade feet and brought them in front of him, first caressing and playing with them to his heart's content, as if admiring a pair of works of art.

Ye Qingmei was stimulated and kept giggling, occasionally interspersed with a few moans. After Yang Yu had his fill of playing with her, he brought her to his mouth and began to lick and kiss her feet, sucking on her toes.

Before long, their lust rose again. Yang Yu carried Ye Qingmei into the water, lifting her legs off the ground and tightly clamping them around his waist. His hot, hard penis was aimed at her vagina and thrust deeply inside. After a slight pause, he began to thrust wildly.

This time, Yang Yu did not use the Yang Shen Technique, but he still continued for more than ten minutes before he vaguely felt that he might not be able to hold back his ejaculation. He then paused for a while, changed positions, and after recovering, thrust into Ye Qingmei's vagina again.

They changed positions several times in succession, until they were both exhausted before stopping. They lay in each other's arms in the center of the soft bed, the surroundings wet with water from the hot spring and their own semen, mixed together, the air filled with a lewd smell. .

【over】

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