Master and female apprentice

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In the afterglow of the setting sun, a gold Mercedes-Benz slowly pulled up in front of the Linhai Central Hospital.
Inside, a haggard-looking man was reluctantly holding the hand of a young woman in the passenger seat, saying, "Liu Yurong, Liu Yurong, I really don't want to let you go, you slut. My back almost broke last night, and I still haven't satisfied you. I'll pick you up again tomorrow morning after my night shift. I'll get you a presidential suite, a king-size bed, lobster and red wine to your heart's content, plenty of Viagra and aphrodisiacs. I'll conserve my energy and make you beg for mercy!"
Liu Yurong, radiating the glow and alluring charm of a woman after a night of passion, looked at the man coquettishly and said, "I..." "You're married, isn't it enough that I let you take advantage of me once? Besides, can you even keep up this pace?"
With that, she swiftly pinched the man's limp groin, then leaped off the car like a little antelope, closing the door behind her. Liu Yuerong leaned over the door, ignoring the man's lewd gaze fixed on her breasts, which were bursting forth from the door, and said viciously, "If you dare call me Liu Yuerong again, I'll break three of your legs right now. I've become a Taoist now, my Taoist name is—Qingluan. Also, the genuine Steve Madden shoes don't come in Chinese sizes, so please be more careful when you buy gifts for your next girl. Goodbye forever...!"
The woman bent down, took off her knock-off Steve high heels, threw them through the car window, then turned around, barefoot, humming "Woman Flower," and swayed as she entered the Central Hospital.
The man clutched the high heels that had been tossed in, watching pitifully as the full, pert buttocks, tightly encased in a miniskirt, swayed and wiggled before him, then disappeared into the distance!
Beside the hospital wall, a disheveled old beggar, picking lice, looked up, squinting at Liu Yuerong—now the Qingluan Hermit—who walked past. Only after seeing her figure disappear into the inpatient building did he turn away, shaking his head and sighing, "What Qingluan? A plaything for Modes to ride on, and a Daoist name at that? She really treats seeking the Dao like having a baby, tsk tsk..." He
then peered into his begging bowl, and seeing no one was watching, quickly picked out the banknotes, leaving only a few coins in the bowl. He then let out a pitiful "Ouch!" and cried out in a high-pitched, low-pitched voice, "Please, sir and madam, have pity on me!" before lowering his head to continue picking lice.
Today, Wang Chonglou specially changed out of his Taoist robes and into a gray-white Chinese-style Tang suit with the character "福" (fortune) on it, along with cloth shoes. His white hair was casually tied into a bun at the back of his head. With his white hair and youthful face,
he looked every bit the sage. The old Taoist walked leisurely through the obstetrics and gynecology ward of Linhai Central Hospital. He carefully looked at the signs for the current obstetrics and gynecology ward, and then followed the signs to Ward 8 for high-ranking officials. When he arrived at the door of Ward 8 for high-ranking officials, Wang Chonglou slowed down and quickly glanced through the glass door. He found that there was only one pregnant woman with long, black hair lying on the bed, gently stroking her protruding belly while looking at an ancient thread-bound book in her hands.
The book obscured the pregnant woman's delicate face, revealing only her fair, jade-like hands holding it. Wang Chonglou deduced that the owner of these flawless hands must be a stunningly beautiful young woman. Her hands, with their evenly proportioned bones and slender curves, appeared delicate, white, and graceful in the setting sun. The old Taoist couldn't help but recall the line from Du Fu's poem "The Beautiful Woman": "Her demeanor is refined and virtuous, her skin delicate and her figure well-proportioned."
After confirming that there was no one else in the ward besides the pregnant woman, Wang Chonglou's right shoulder trembled slightly. A damp white cloth, smelling of chloroform, slipped from his sleeve into his palm. Just as he was about to push open the door, he suddenly felt a chilling, icy aura emanating from the empty ward behind him. At the same time, in the reflection of the glass door in front of him, he saw a pair of eyes burning with murderous intent emerge from the shadows deep within the doorway behind him, as ruthless and cold as wolves in the Siberian wilderness.
When Wang Chonglou sensed the murderous aura emanating from his unsuspecting back, his blood instantly froze, a chill running down his spine. A bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead and temple. He abruptly pulled his hand back from pushing the door open, clenching it into a fist, leaving only his index finger pointing to the ward's number. He muttered to himself, "Number 6, 7, 8... it should be just ahead!"
Then, as if lost, he continued walking slowly forward until he reached the end of the corridor and turned a corner. Only then did the intense murderous aura fade away. Wang Chonglou finally let out a long breath, his tense shoulders relaxing. The cool breeze of the corridor caressed him; his back was already soaked with sweat.
"That was close! Damn it! Thank goodness!"
Wang Chonglou said it was close because he hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary young woman to have such a complex background. The person secretly protecting her was definitely someone who had survived countless battles and deaths; that murderous aura was forged through countless life-or-death struggles and countless lives taken.
He thought it was terrible to have missed this opportunity, as it would have meant going through much more trouble, perhaps even resorting to force, to get what he wanted. On the
other hand, he was fortunate to have prepared a backup plan. Reluctantly, he turned and went down to the third floor. Wang Chonglou took out a piece of paper and looked at it, searching room by room number until he found room 309. This time, Wang Chonglou learned from his previous experience. He carefully checked every nook and cranny of the corridor to make sure there were no hidden spies before leisurely walking to the door of room
309. Turning the corner, he arrived at room 309, an ordinary four-person ward. The door was crowded with people peering inside.
Wang Chonglou was startled by the scene before him. Upstairs, it was cold and deserted yet teeming with murderous intent; downstairs, it was like a temple fair! No wonder the almanac said today was auspicious for everything except travel!
After finally managing to push through the crowd and squeeze in, he heard bursts of laughter erupt from inside. All four beds in this ward were occupied by pregnant women. The woman on the bed next to the inner window, despite her protruding belly and heavy body, still couldn't hide her sexy and alluring figure. Her high, full breasts stretched the loose hospital gown tightly, revealing her fair and delicate skin between the collar and her chest. Her charming face was captivating, with every smile and frown mesmerizing. A rosy beauty mark on the corner of her mouth added to her stunning and radiant beauty.
Beneath the pregnant woman's long eyelashes, a pair of misty, alluring eyes seemed to look at everyone with a smile and a hint of provocation. At this moment, she was amused by the group of young men standing opposite her, her laughter crinkling into crescent moons. While rubbing her swollen belly, she pointed at the young man telling jokes and laughed, "Little potato, you're so glib! Just wait until your master tears that glib tongue of yours to shreds!"
Wang Chonglou stared in astonishment at the mini-circus-like slapstick performance in the room. The room was bustling with activity, and no one noticed the old man who had entered from the doorway. Wang Chonglou looked at the room full of people and muttered under his breath, "Can't you live without watching the show? Damn it!"
His foxy face pointed at the young men in front of him and said, "Alright, alright, you good brothers have seen enough and made yourselves enough. Just leave Sister Jing'er with me." "Alright, everyone go back now. If one of the pregnant sisters gets so amused by your antics that she chokes on her breath, you'll be in for a world of trouble. We'll definitely invite you over to recognize our little nephews after the baby is born. Go back now!" The burly, dark-skinned young man leading the group said with a smile, "Little Zhenni, there's no performance in the troupe today. You're the youngest sister in our troupe, and you don't... you don't have any family around. You're due to give birth tonight, so how could we not come and take care of you? Don't worry, we won't bother you. We'll just wait in the corridor. If you need anything, just let your sister Jing know!"
Zhenni smiled, knowing what these people were thinking, and didn't press the matter. She cheerfully replied, "Then thank you, brothers!"
The old Taoist priest sighed inwardly, lamenting that misfortune never comes singly. There was no chance left. He stamped his foot, turned around, and squeezed out.
As the alluring young woman, heavily pregnant and lying on her hospital bed, spoke to the girl named Xiaojing beside her, she swiftly glanced at the departing old man's back, her eyes filled with suspicion and wariness. Then, turning back, she was all smiles, chatting and laughing with the others.
Although Liu Yuerong's name was ordinary, she was the undisputed most beautiful woman in the Linhai Central Hospital for many years. Liu Yuerong had fair skin, almond-shaped eyes, and while not tall, her 1.62-meter figure gave her a very well-proportioned and slender appearance.
Especially tonight, her full, firm breasts trembled gently with her movements beneath her thin clothes. At the neckline of her off-white low-cut wool sweater, two mounds of snow-white flesh squeezed together, creating a deep cleavage. Pale blue veins, like earthworms, were faintly visible on her smooth, white breasts. Beneath her black, tight-fitting mini-skirt, her rounded buttocks curved upwards in a beautiful arc, and her
long, shapely legs gleamed with the subtle sheen of high-end stockings. She found her newly bought pair of high heels in the duty room. Liu Yuerong had recently developed a particular fondness for these exaggeratedly high heels. The thin heels allowed her small feet to barely touch the ground with the balls of her feet, while the graceful curve of her instep was almost perpendicular to her calves. Liu Yuerong began to enjoy the beautiful lines of her legs and the slenderness of her ankles when wearing these difficult-to-handle high heels, especially for the older man who had given her such a nice name.
Tonight, Liu Yuerong suddenly decided to return to the hospital. The rhythmic clicks of her high heels in the corridor awakened the desires of the men, weary from a long day. Her mature charm and swaying hips possessed a captivating allure. Smiling, Liu Yuerong greeted the doctors and nurses on duty, who were staring intently at her, before heading to the obstetrics and gynecology nurses' desk in the middle of the corridor.
"Xiao Wang, let me see the patient's medical record for tonight's due date,"
Liu Yuerong, the head nurse, said to the chubby nurse eating silently behind the counter.
"Head Nurse, even if there's a once-in-a-millennium blood moon tonight, I can't trouble you to come and check on things. You haven't checked on the night shift for years!" Nurse Xiao Wang joked, feigning surprise, and handed over a stack of medical records with a grin.
Liu Yuerong rolled her eyes and glared at the young nurse. "You're such a chatterbox! I had nothing better to do tonight, so I came to investigate how you guys were slacking off, especially you!"
Liu Yuerong pulled out two medical records from a stack of cases, one for pregnant women giving birth that night, and examined them closely. Suddenly, she placed the two records side-by-side on the table, looking at one then the other.
"These are two really strange patients!" Liu Yuerong said, adjusting her newly fitted gold-rimmed glasses as she flipped through the records.
"Oh? Who are they? What's strange about them? Head Nurse, tell us quickly..."
The chubby young nurse next to her immediately lifted her head from her lunchbox, her small eyes shining with eager anticipation as she looked at the head nurse, quickly entering gossip mode.
"Those two pregnant women in ward 8 for high-ranking officials and bed number 4 in room 309!" "The one in ward 8 is called Lu Huinan, the one who's quite refined and handsome. She's supposedly a recent graduate assigned to our city's Peking Opera Troupe, and she's only been working for a few months when her colleagues brought her here. And bed number 4 in room 309, I think her name is Zhen Ni, tsk tsk, what a name! Like a pop star, but she's just a circus animal trainer, also brought here by the circus. These two pregnant women just happen to be from Binhai City, just happen to have their due dates tonight, just happen to be unmarried, just happen to have no family members with them, and just happen to be giving birth on a day of red moon and red tide, haha!"
The nurse, with a spoon in her mouth, muttered in surprise, "Head Nurse, amazing! You haven't been to work much lately, how do you know so much?"
Liu Yuerong rolled her eyes at the nurse again without hesitation, then put on a mysterious expression.
After a slight pause, Liu Yuerong gave a soft hum, a hint of disdain on her lips, and said, "Coincidentally, they're both quite pretty, one an actress, the other a circus performer. Sigh... these days, women can't control themselves once they're pretty! They're about to have their babies, sigh, women, they need to have some self-respect!"
As she spoke, Liu Yuerong pretended to be deep in thought, looking up at the red moon in the night sky outside the window. Her back view, however, was curvaceous, alluring, and voluptuous. The chubby nurse secretly pursed her lips at Liu Yuerong, muttering to herself, "It's hard to say whether an old lady like you can even control yourself, yet you have the nerve to criticize others, tsk..."
The nurse knew that these two pregnant women were far more beautiful than the head nurse, whose every inch of them exuded a seductive and wanton charm, described. They were far more beautiful than any of the entertainment queens or artistic princesses she usually saw on TV. Although she couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what made them beautiful, she felt that one was like a refined and elegant lady, whose dignified and noble air would be undeniable even in cheap clothes; the other was a captivating and alluring enchantress, who could make even a maternity gown look incredibly seductive.
Ever since these two women were admitted to the hospital, their ward had been bustling like a marketplace every day. Families of pregnant women from other wards, male doctors from various departments, and vendors would come up with all sorts of excuses to pass by, seemingly finding immense satisfaction in just a glance. Meanwhile, Liu Yuerong, the head nurse who used to be known as the most beautiful girl in the central hospital, had been neglected these days, no wonder she smelled of freshly brewed jealousy today.
"Qingluan, who are you hoping will suffer?"
With a creak, the door opened, and an old man in a gray Tang suit appeared in the doorway, his hair in a bun, his hand supporting his silver beard, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.
Hearing the old man speak, Liu Yuerong quickly turned around, her face flushed with shyness and joy as she greeted him, "Master, what brings you here!" Just as she was about to put her hand in Wang Chonglou's arm, she suddenly glanced at the nurse beside her, immediately grabbing Wang Chonglou's arm instead, while not forgetting to sternly tell the nurse, "The surgery is in two hours, go and check those two pregnant women again, be careful!"
The nurse hurriedly agreed, quickly grabbed the medical records and ran out, only turning back after running around the corner of the corridor and spitting out a curse.
"Everyone else's like an old cow eating young grass, but you're the opposite, young grass eating an old cow, ptooey!"
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Watching the nurse walk away, Wang Chonglou, his hand hidden in the sleeve of his Tang suit, lightly pinched Liu Yuerong's buttocks
. "My Qingluan disciple, it's been a few days, and your little buttocks have become even more bouncy! Have you been sneaking off to have an affair behind your master's back?" "Master, what are you saying? Your disciple is a chaste and pure cultivator. If you say that, your disciple won't talk to you anymore!" With that, the head nurse, whose Taoist name was "Qingluan," pouted, took the two medical records, went to the wall to retrieve the ward's key tray, left Wang Chonglou behind, and walked straight out of the front desk. Swaying her hips, she found an empty special care ward in the corridor, turned the lock, glanced back at the old man behind her, blushed, and went into the ward, leaving the door ajar.
Liu Yuerong went straight into the suite inside the special care ward. Wang Chonglou glanced back to make sure no one was watching him in the corridor, then quickly followed him inside, locking the outer door behind him.
This special care ward was decorated like a hotel room, typically with two rooms, an observation window on the outer door, but a separate solid wood door on the inner suite for privacy.
Liu Yuerong ran into the inner suite, first drawing the curtains and turning on the light, then went to the water dispenser, grabbed a paper cup, and bent down to fill it with water. Hearing the outer door lock, Liu Yuerong suddenly felt a shyness reminiscent of her first time in a hotel room with her first love. Her cheeks burned like embers, and her heart began to pound wildly. Liu Yuerong secretly hoped the paper cup would be like a bottomless pit, allowing her to slowly fill the cup, ideally doing nothing and letting everything happen naturally.
Wang Chonglou entered the suite and slowly moved behind Liu Yuerong. He wrapped one arm around her waist from behind, while the other rested on her waist. He gently pulled out the wool sweater tucked into her skirt, then traced his hand down her plump waist to her firm, smooth buttocks. His large hand vigorously kneaded her fleshy buttocks, while his little finger flicked and traced the cleft of her buttocks, stimulating Liu Yuerong until her eyes glazed over and her lips curled into a smile.
Suddenly, Wang Chonglou grabbed the belt of Liu Yuerong's miniskirt and yanked it down. With a delicate gasp and the sound of fabric tearing, her pale pink panties and miniskirt were pulled down to her knees. The young woman's snow-white, dazzling buttocks bounced as they were freed, fully demonstrating the supple elasticity of her body.
Liu Yuerong felt a chill in her lower body as her snow-white, pert buttocks were exposed to the bright incandescent light. A layer of fine goosebumps rose on her delicate skin, and a tuft of curly hair below her lower abdomen was clearly visible, gleaming with a smooth, dark sheen.
The soft, black pubic hair was meticulously trimmed by the young woman with tweezers and hair removal lotion, the entire patch trimmed to a width of three fingers. The skin around the hair was snow-white and delicate, without a single black spot or protruding hair. The tuft of smooth pubic hair began at the mons pubis, three inches below the navel, extending downwards, covering the entire vulva, and continuing backwards until it disappeared at the junction of the vulva and anus.
Startled, Liu Yuerong dropped her paper cup and quickly caught the water dispenser with both hands. Half of the warm water spilled onto the floor, and a small portion soaked her flesh-colored stockings.
"I'm so cold, Master, warm me up..." Liu Yuerong hummed sweetly through her nose, pressing her bare bottom against Wang Chonglou's waist and gently circling it.
Wang Chonglou nibbled at the woman's earlobe from behind, grinning, "Wine makes one's face flush, wealth stirs one's heart, but the one who makes one's face flush and stirs one's heart the most is my dear disciple. As long as Qingluan is obedient, Master will make you feel like you're in heaven!"
As he spoke, Wang Chonglou pressed his tongue against his teeth, and his energy flowed. Liu Yuerong felt a warm current, like a small snake, moving across her thigh from the hand that was resting on the Taoist's inner thigh. In a moment, the moving heat dissipated into a warm, tingling sensation. After the warmth subsided, her limbs felt tingly and numb, extremely comfortable, as if she were soaking in a warm bath.
The Taoist tightened his left arm around the woman's waist, and a cool internal energy slowly seeped into her lower abdomen. At first, it felt warm and refreshing, but after a few breaths, Liu Yuerong felt as if her abdomen was simmering with a gentle heat. His other hand slowly moved from the inside of her thigh to between her legs, first gently rubbing the edges of her labia with his fingertips. This subtle, almost imperceptible teasing caused the young woman's labia to bloom like summer flowers, budding and revealing themselves. As the rubbing intensified, the two labia became even more pink and plump. The thick labia gradually began to ooze wet nectar. A few drops dripped from a rub, a pinch left a sticky residue on the hand. A moment later, when Wang Chonglou placed his hand on Liu Yurong's mons pubis and his middle finger probed deep into her flower path like a hook, the young woman's oily nectar had already trickled out. With each poke and hook of Wang Chonglou's middle finger, it flowed out continuously, meandering down the stockings on her white, plump thighs, mingling with the water stains on her feet. A faint fishy smell filled the nurses' station.
Liu Yuerong's legs trembled like leaves as Wang Chonglou manipulated her. She tried several times to break free, but Wang Chonglou's hands encircled her waist like iron hoops, rendering her completely immobile. Her knees were also tightly bound by her underwear and waistband, the more she struggled, the tighter the binding became. Unable to break free but afraid of falling, she could only grip the water dispenser with both hands. As Wang Chonglou's fingers probed deeper, she arched her back and lifted her hips, her delicate feet struggling to rise from her high heels, revealing her heels tightly wrapped in wet stockings. Her toes desperately tried to stay upright in the sticky, slippery high heels soaked with her own juices.
Only when Wang Chonglou's fingers teased her lower passage, drawing out a stream of juices, did Liu Yuerong have a chance to breathe a sigh of relief. She trembled and managed to steady herself, but before she could even catch her breath, her vaginal passage tightened again as that deadly finger was thrust inside.
Liu Yuerong wanted to squeeze those mischievous hands together, but her legs were weak and her body was numb, making it impossible for her to resist. She was in extreme discomfort. Wang Chonglou's lewd words behind her ears were like adding fuel to the fire, arousing a surge of heat in Liu Yuerong's abdomen and burning sensation in her limbs. At first, she was mindful of the thin walls and the bare door, and endured the noise. But as Wang Chonglou teased her in every way, she gradually began to breathe heavily and exhale hot breaths. Her chest was filled with a seductive hum and soft moans, as if if she held back any longer, the heat in her abdomen would turn into hot soup and gush out from between her legs.
Wang Chonglou probed inside, and Liu Yuerong responded with a sweet, trembling moan. As Wang Chonglou flicked his finger out, Liu Yuerong exhaled a trembling breath. After a few flicks, Liu Yuerong slowly adapted to this sweet torment. Wang Chonglou then increased the frequency of his flicks. At first, Liu Yuerong could still struggle for a few breaths, but as the frequency of Wang Chonglou's flicks increased, the few lewd words she could occasionally utter at first eventually turned into the most primitive, sweet, monosyllabic nasal sounds, the tone becoming increasingly intense and high-pitched, yet carrying a melodious, mournful quality.
Liu Yuerong's long, slender legs trembled uncontrollably, her originally snow-white skin flushed, and goosebumps rose in layers.
Looking at Liu Yuerong's aroused and seductive appearance, Wang Chonglou sighed inwardly in regret.
After a few more massages, Wang Chonglou noticed that Liu Yuerong's eyes had rolled back, her lips were drooling, and her delicate, rosy body was trembling uncontrollably in his arms. He then gently placed his hand on Liu Yuerong's mons pubis, his middle finger moving back and forth inside her wet vagina. About half a finger's depth inside her vaginal canal, he found a slightly retracted, tingling muscle.
Wang Chonglou massaged the muscle with his middle finger, then suddenly exhaled and exerted force with both his palm and middle finger simultaneously. He pressed down hard on the mons pubis with his palm, while his middle finger swiftly pulled back from the tingling muscle inside her vaginal canal.
Suddenly, Liu Yuerong in his arms let out a soft moan. Her snow-white, plump body instantly stiffened, her knees clenched tightly, and the muscles inside her vaginal canal taut like iron, gripping Wang Chonglou's hand. Liu Yuerong immediately closed her eyes, her face filled with sorrow, her buttocks tightened, and her slender waist thrust forward. Between her muddy vaginal canal and Wang Chonglou's inserted fingers, a thin stream of liquid spurted out with a "hiss," hitting the side of the water dispenser and splashing
everywhere. With each subsequent wave of unconscious spasms, large gushes of pale yellow fluid gushed from between her labia, making the plastic casing of the water dispenser crackle. In a short time, there wasn't a dry spot left on Liu Yuerong's skirt and underwear, which were tangled around her knees, or on the floor.
After more than twenty frenzied ejaculations, the force gradually subsided, until finally it resembled a child urinating, dripping down her dark, glossy pubic hair. Only then did Liu Yuerong gradually stop trembling, and her once erect and stiff body nestled in Wang Chonglou's arms slowly relaxed and slumped.
Finally, Liu Yuerong's legs gave way, and she sat completely on the palm of the Taoist's hand, which was supporting her groin. If the Taoist hadn't possessed astonishing strength, the woman would have immediately sat on the cold ground.
The Taoist smiled and asked Liu Yuerong, "My good disciple, did you enjoy the spray this time?"
Liu Yuerong, her hands on the water dispenser, lowered her head and panted softly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, trickling down her temples and neck. It took her a while to stop trembling. She hooked her arms around Wang Chonglou's neck, slowly turned her head, and lightly pecked him on the cheek. Looking at Wang Chonglou with misty, alluring eyes full of tender infatuation, she said in a sweet voice, "Ah, so good! It feels like my soul has been sprayed out!"
She paused and added, "Master is so naughty! You always use me to test this damn 'Spring Tide' technique. I felt like Qingluan was about to die!"
Wang Chonglou, who had just temporarily taken in this disciple, although only of average to above-average appearance, always exuded a languid and charming allure after each orgasm, like a concubine emerging from a bath. He smiled smugly and said, "My good disciple is a wonderful person made of water! I guarantee that you will only become more and more beautiful and charming with each spray, haha!"
"Hmph, Master is naughty, still spraying? If you had sprayed a few more times just now, I would have lost my life. Master, you have to help me draw my soul back, mmm, mmm..."
As she spoke, Liu Yuerong hooked her arm around Wang Chonglou's neck, lightly touched his tongue, and kissed him on the lips. With her other hand, she held Wang Chonglou's hand, lifted the hem of his shirt, and rubbed and played with it on her large breasts. She twisted her knees a few times, and easily pulled down her wet and sticky panties and skirt to her feet. With a twist of her heels, she took off her high heels, kicked off her panties, and stood barefoot on the wet ground.
Wang Chonglou's hands slipped under the hem of his sweater, and with a few twists, he pulled out a transparent D-cup bra. Through the thin sweater, one could see his large hands roughly kneading and playing with the two plump, bouncy breasts. Liu Yuerong, on the other hand, was completely naked except for a pair of flesh-colored stockings and high heels. Her fair and smooth buttocks were thrusting back forcefully, and with each bend of her knees, she used the tips of her buttocks to forcefully push against Wang Chonglou's groin, rubbing them in circles. Her other slender hand, which had led Wang Chongyang to her chest, secretly withdrew and, like a warm, serpentine snake, slipped into Wang Chonglou's waistband, searching for the Taoist secret treasure, the Golden Cudgel.
The young woman's soft, delicate hand traced down a thick tuft of hair that stretched from Wang Chonglou's lower abdomen. The further she went, the thicker and more matted the hair became, and the hotter it felt. Liu Yuerong's hand sank down, gently and deftly finding Wang Chonglou's thick, drooping penis amidst the tangled hair. She grasped it and began stroking it up and down. A few strokes quickly aroused Wang Chonglou's desire. His drooping penis rapidly hardened and burned in Liu Yuerong's hand. As the glans slowly emerged from the foreskin, the penis gradually thickened and became erect. At first, Liu Yuerong could easily hold it in her hand, but when the large penis, like an iron rod, stood erect and pressed against her lower back, she could no longer fully grasp the burning flesh. "So hot! Little Master is very energetic today!" Liu Yuerong hummed sweetly, her eyes closed, as she vigorously stroked the excited, erect penis behind her back.
Wang Chonglou chuckled and said, "Then why don't you, Qingluan, give your little master a bath to cool off?" He then moved Liu Yuerong around, making the amorous young woman face him.
Liu Yuerong blushed and said, "Master, you're so naughty! You only know how to humiliate your disciple!" Though she said this, she gracefully and shyly unbuttoned Wang Chonglou's clothes, removing his upper garment like a newlywed bride. Although the old Taoist was nearly eighty, once he took off his clothes, he revealed a strong and vigorous physique, no less than that of a young man, with well-defined muscles and delicate skin, showing no signs of aging.
As Liu Yuerong knelt before the old Taoist priest and unbuckled her belt, his imposing, erect penis became an obstacle to her release, causing her waistband to hang high and askew. When Liu Yuerong reached to the left, the raging penis seemed to veer to the right; when she reached to the right, it stuck up again. After several attempts, she couldn't pull the waistband down. In her frantic attempt, Liu Yuerong glanced up and saw the old Taoist priest with his hands on his hips, a wicked grin on his face. Liu Yuerong immediately understood, rolled her eyes at him, and stopped trying. She reached under the waistband, grabbed the agitated glans, and shoved it upwards, finally managing to pull the pants down.
Unexpectedly, the moment Liu Yuerong released her grip, the large penis, pressed against her lower abdomen, sprang down. Liu Yuerong was too close to dodge, and the thick, hot penis slapped her cheek with a loud "smack."
Enraged, the beauty shoved the old Taoist priest, her jade-like hand on his waist, and forced him onto the bed behind her. The young woman rolled up her sleeves, gripped the swaying golden cudgel horizontally, and bit down.
The old Taoist priest, Wang Chonglou, immediately hissed and gasped. He saw his young disciple squatting beside the bed, her head buried between his legs, moving rhythmically. He felt his glans enveloped in a warm, moist embrace, her delicate tongue licking and teasing, occasionally lightly touching the urethral opening like a snake's tongue, while also sucking hard on the shaft. The old Taoist, his hands pressed against Liu Yuerong's head, sighed repeatedly.
Liu Yuerong captured the notorious bandit in the thicket with her mouth, her slender hands grasping his two large penises. The old Taoist priest was thoroughly enjoying himself, and Liu Yuerong herself was burning with desire. Unconsciously, her flower path between her legs began to surge with desire. The little beauty squatted with her legs apart, and the longer it went on, the more she felt the emptiness in her wet flower path. The honeyed fluid flowed more and more, gradually gathering at the lowest point along her labia, slowly dripping down. It made the little beauty's heart feel like it was being constantly teased by feathers, both itchy and panicked, wanting nothing more than to stuff something inside.
Several times, the little beauty wanted to secretly withdraw one hand and thrust it hard into her flower core, even just a few rough rubs would be good, but she was mindful that her newly apprenticed master really liked this kind of playing, with crimson lips holding purple pillars and slender hands supporting the clitoris—there was no room for ambiguity. Just as she was enduring the torment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the old Taoist's excitedly raised toes. His big toe was unusually thick and long, about the size of an egg. The clever young woman shifted her hips slightly, positioning her vulva on the old Taoist's left foot. She lightly touched her hips, feeling the cool tip of his big toe against her burning labia. Without hesitation, she first swayed her hips, using her oozing nectar to lubricate it. After spreading it evenly, she wrapped the old Taoist's big toe between her labia and then slowly and firmly squatted down.
The old Taoist, seeing the young woman's actions, was overjoyed and said, "Good disciple, come, come, let your master serve you!" With that, he forcefully flicked his toe upwards, thrusting it into the woman's warm, wet vulva. The young woman let out a soft "Aiya!" as her buttocks muscles suddenly contracted, and the entrance of her vulva tightly gripped the old Taoist's toe.
The old Taoist priest found it quite amusing. He held the woman's cheeks and instructed his obedient disciple to practice the water-grinding technique of swallowing and spitting. His toes, in addition to enjoying the up-and-down sensation, would occasionally wiggle left and right. The woman was busy at both ends. The thing above was getting thicker and harder. At first, she could only take in half of the shaft, but now the large glans in her mouth was as thick as a cup, stretching her mouth so much that it was about to burst. She could hardly breathe if she swallowed even a little bit. And below, there was another troublesome thing that kept running around, requiring her to constantly sway her waist and thrust her hips to please it. In a short while, the little beauty was exhausted, her vest soaked with sweat and panting heavily. With a soft "pop," Liu Yuerong pulled the penis from her mouth, resting her sweaty face on the old Taoist's lap. She glared at him resentfully, saying, "Master is so mean! You only know how to bully your disciple! Qingluan isn't coming anymore, hmph!" The old Taoist gently brushed a few damp strands of hair from the little beauty's cheek behind her ear, pinched Liu Yuerong's cheek, and chuckled, "Qingluan, don't be angry. I'm just teaching my good disciple the path of cultivation, the method of foundation building!" Liu Yuerong pouted, "Master is lying to your disciple! You're just teasing me! When has there ever been... such a way of cultivating?" "What kind of method is this? Could it be that Master practices the Taoist arts of the Flower-Picking Sect?!"
Upon hearing this, the old Taoist forcefully nudged Liu Yuerong's flower path with his toe. The sudden nudity made the delicate girl tremble and let out a soft moan. The old Taoist laughed and scolded, "Nonsense! Your master is the legitimate head of the Xuantian Sect of Longhu Mountain, not some petty thief who seeks flowers and steals willows. Qingluan, you must know that the ultimate goal of Taoist cultivation is to absorb the righteous energy of heaven and earth, cultivate a vast inner breath, and exhale and breathe. This breath originates from the five senses and manifests through the seven orifices, and is stored in the dantian. When you play the flute, if your mouth is blocked, your nose will be open; if your nose is blocked, your seven orifices will be open; if your seven orifices are blocked, your entire body will be open. Only ordinary mortals in this world breathe through their mouths and noses!"
"Then Master, why are you... why are you being naughty down there, moving around like this and that? Do you want to exhaust your disciple to death?"
“You silly girl, my good intentions have been misunderstood by you. Multitasking, having two bodies in one, the spirit roaming the void while the body rides the blue ox—this is also a Taoist method!”
Wang Chonglou sat naked beside the sickbed, expounding on the Tao. Liu Yuerong knelt on the floor between Wang Chonglou's legs, one hand gently stroking the large, erect penis amidst the tangled weeds, her other elbow resting on the old Taoist's leg, her palm supporting her cheek, her eyelashes fluttering. Looking at the solemn old Taoist with admiration, she sighed, “Master is truly amazing! Even when you're playing with your disciple, you can still derive such profound principles. You are indeed a grandmaster! Your disciple is in awe!” As she spoke, she pointed her fingertip at the glans of the large penis, forcefully pressing it flat, lowering her head… He thrust his head forward and forcefully kissed the thick, dark purple, glossy glans, making the old Taoist both laugh and cry. "You lazy little brat, how dare you mock your master! Now I'm going to test your deep-throat skills. If you've improved, I'll teach you the Three Peaks Rejuvenation Method. If you haven't improved, I'll punish you with the Golden Pillar Locking Palace Method, making you abstain from sex for three months so Qingluan can focus on her cultivation!"
Liu Yuerong's face instantly fell with worry, and she shook the old Taoist's thigh in a coquettish voice, saying, "No, Master! Last time you fucked me so hard for three days, and when I got back, I found my muscles down there were rock hard. Besides urinating and menstruating, I couldn't even insert a chopstick, let alone a vibrator. Every day it felt like there was a stone weighing down my lower abdomen, it was so unbearable!"
Wang Chonglou smiled slightly and said, "Then let's see if my Qingluan has been slacking off lately. Enough talk, come on, my good disciple!" He then put one arm around Liu Yuerong's neck and the other on his erect penis, bringing the glistening, purplish-red glans to the woman's lips.
The penis, from the tangled pubic hair to the tip, was as long as an adult's forearm, as thick as a child's arm, and the glans was even more menacingly upturned. The woman sat up, kneeling properly between the old Taoist's legs, tucking her loose hair behind her ears, and holding the old Taoist's magnificent penis with both hands. She sighed and said, "Little Master has gotten fatter again!"
"Stop complaining, let's begin!" the old Taoist said with a laugh.
Liu Yuerong pressed the large penis downwards, then slightly opened her mouth, curling her lips inwards to cover her pearly teeth, and swallowed upwards. First, she slowly swallowed the glans, and when she reached the thickest part of the glans, Liu Yuerong paused briefly, took a deep breath through her nose, then frowned and suddenly swallowed upwards. With a "pop" sound, the thickest part of the glans was completely swallowed into Liu Yuerong's mouth. This was done with such skill that there was not a trace of stiffness in her teeth. The old Taoist priest praised her inwardly.
The woman had a small mouth, but the penis was incredibly large and thick. The shape of the glans was faintly visible through her cheeks. Liu Yuerong felt the thickest part had entered, let out a soft sigh, her worried brows relaxed slightly, and gently tilted her head back, aligning the shaft, her mouth, and her throat in a straight line. She spread her tongue and placed it under the glans, her hands around the old Taoist's waist, slowly pulling back, and stretching her neck forward to forcefully swallow. The old Taoist felt the glans probe a tight, warm spot, knowing he had reached the crucial point in her throat. He held the back of the woman's head with both hands, gently pulling her towards him, and with a forceful thrust of the glans, it felt like passing through a tight band.
With the old Taoist's help, the woman had swallowed a third of the shaft, the glans still protruding into her throat. The woman's slender neck suddenly thickened, and the shape of the glans was faintly visible in her throat. Liu Yuerong's face was flushed, the pale blue veins on her forehead gleaming slightly, her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed, and tears welling in her eyes.
Seeing this, the Taoist priest asked gently, "My good disciple, can you continue?"
Liu Yuerong recalled the three months of abstinence her master had imposed on her flower path muscles with the Golden Pillar Locking Palace technique, a period she found unbearable. Moreover, she had successfully passed the most difficult parts of the deep throat technique today—the Golden Turtle Entrance and the Fire Dragon Breakthrough. After much deliberation, she nodded almost imperceptibly, her head still holding the large penis. She gently patted the old Taoist's
buttocks with her hand on his waist, signaling him to continue. The Taoist priest was overjoyed to see that this woman actually had a chance to master the deep throat technique. He stood up slightly, clamped the woman's head and neck between his inner thighs, wrapped his arms around her neck, and thrust his lower body towards her mouth. Liu Yuerong tightly hugged the Taoist's waist, desperately opening her mouth to swallow, as if the wider her mouth opened, the easier it would be to swallow.
With their combined efforts, the thick, arm-like penis slowly pushed into the woman's throat from her mouth. As the bulge in her throat grew longer and longer, the glans-shaped bulge also descended further. The woman felt suffocation in her mouth and nose, and her ears were ringing. At first, the glans burned as it pushed against her throat, but as the large glans broke through her throat and pushed into her trachea, although she felt like vomiting several times, the burning pain in her throat gradually disappeared as it continued to penetrate deeper. She slightly opened her blurry, tearful eyes and vaguely saw that the remaining part of the penis was getting shorter and shorter. It seemed that the tip of her nose was about to touch the hair between the Taoist's legs. She felt a sense of pride, and a slight pleasure even came from the discomfort of her throat being stretched open.
Each time she felt the urge to vomit, her throat tightened, which ironically made the old Taoist's large penis feel incredibly good. He secretly sighed, thinking that this newly accepted disciple was truly a wonderful person; it seemed that there wasn't a single part of her body that was untouchable or indecent. Seeing that her large penis was about to be completely swallowed, the woman hesitated slightly. The Taoist gave a low shout, grabbed Liu Yuerong by the back of her neck, and pulled her tightly, inserting his entire penis into the woman's throat.
Liu Yuerong felt a clump of hot, pungent hair pressing against her face. Knowing that she had finally swallowed her master's large penis completely and completed the test, she tried to push away the Taoist's waist and abdomen. However, the Taoist held Liu Yuerong's head firmly under his crotch with both hands, showing no intention of letting go.
Liu Yuerong felt a growing tightness in her chest, her vision blurred and stars flashed before her eyes. The tightness in her chest grew increasingly intense, as if a huge rock was pressing down on it. Her heart pounded wildly, and the young woman felt like she was about to suffocate. She tried to push against the old Taoist's waist and hips with all her might, shaking her head as if trying to spit out his large penis. However, the old Taoist possessed profound internal strength and was extremely powerful. Liu Yuerong's head could not move at all. In a panic, she struggled and pushed him away, scratching several bloody marks on the old Taoist's waist and buttocks. But the old Taoist remained unmoved, looking down at the young woman's purple face beneath him with an indifferent expression, his hands and feet not loosening their grip at all.
Liu Yuerong guessed that she had already completed the task the old Taoist priest wanted for her today. Could it be that he was now planning to kill her to silence her? Suddenly, she was filled with fear. She struggled to look up at the old Taoist priest, her eyes filled with suspicion, panic, and pleading. The old Taoist priest looked down at the young woman's tearful and pitiful face and shook his head expressionlessly.
The young woman instantly felt cold all over. Her heart sank. Due to prolonged lack of oxygen, her vision gradually darkened, and the Taoist priest's face became increasingly blurry. Her last shred of will to live shattered. Liu Yuerong hardened her heart, her dry lips slightly parted, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. Enduring the discomfort in her throat, she bit down hard. A ring of blood slowly seeped from the base of his large penis. A sharp pain came from her lower body, but the old Taoist priest remained unmoved. He held Liu Yuerong's head and neck tightly, but his face gradually darkened and turned cold, revealing a murderous intent. If the young woman put a little more pressure into his mouth, he would strike her Baihui acupoint on the top of her head.
In her hazy state, Liu Yuerong smelled the familiar, fishy odor from the old Taoist priest's crotch. She recalled how, over the past year, this old Taoist had given her the greatest pleasure a woman could experience in bed, each time bringing her to the brink of ecstasy, each time with tender, lingering kisses and sweet words. She also thought of her husband, whom outsiders envied, who secretly had a penchant for male lovers, and how, after more than a year of marriage, she was still a virgin. She had eagerly volunteered for night shifts and overtime at the hospital, desperately trying to escape the unbearable nightmare of her life at home, only to be drugged and raped by that bastard leader of the hospital while on night shift. The ensuing despondency and confusion, the cold words of others, her husband's meanness and malice, and the indifference of her family, until finally she simply gave up and drifted along with the tide, indulging in debauchery.
Thinking about it, such a life was truly meaningless. It would be better to die at the hands of this nemesis, to die on this huge cock that had given him endless orgasmic pleasure. It's just that it wouldn't sound good if people talked about it. What would they say after he died? Would they say that Liu Yuerong, that slut, was suffocated by a huge cock, that her death was so vile and bizarre? Heh.
In the final moments of her life, a bitter, self-mocking smile appeared on her pretty face as the huge cock slid straight from her mouth to her throat, which made the old Taoist priest pause for a moment.
With business extinguished and life hanging by a thread, the young woman's body slowly went limp. Her hands slid down from the old Taoist's waist, hanging limply at her sides. Everything went black before her eyes; Liu Yuerong felt herself falling into an endless, dark space. The surroundings were silent and vast, with only herself floating softly downwards…
She didn't know how much time had passed when she suddenly felt herself being pulled up by a strange force. A whooshing sound filled her ears as she was rapidly lifted upwards. A sharp shout rang out, and the young woman's eyes lit up. Strength, seemingly from nowhere, surged through her hands as she forcefully pushed against the Taoist's waist.
Liu Yuerong felt a release in her throat as the Taoist's large penis withdrew. A rush of fresh air mixed with a fishy, pungent smell filled her chest. The young woman collapsed to the ground, gagging uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down her face. Her large, proud white breasts heaved violently with each breath. Her body trembled weakly, and her legs twitched occasionally.
Liu Yuerong was limp and powerless, collapsing to the floor, gagging and weeping uncontrollably. The Taoist priest bent down and embraced Liu Yuerong, then sat back down on the bed, gently comforting her. He placed one hand on Liu Yuerong's full breasts to help her circulate blood. "Good disciple, are you feeling any better?"
After a while, Liu Yuerong finally came to her senses. Hearing her master's call, she slowly raised her head to look at the old Taoist priest. Her large eyes, which she had just wiped dry, welled up with tears again. The old Taoist priest also smiled at the young woman.

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