Shameless Magic King 36~40

Chapter Thirty-Six: Discussing Countermeasures

Seeing this change, Fang Yuhui, lying on the ground, exclaimed with joy, "Tian'er killed him?"

Yang Xiaotian replied sheepishly, "Just lucky." He then looked at Fang Yuhui with concern and asked, "Master's wife, are you alright?"

At this moment, in Fang Yuhui's heart, Yang Xiaotian's appearance was like divine assistance, and the effects of the drug in her body were growing stronger. Her pretty face flushed as she said, "Thank you for saving me, I'm fine."

Seeing his master's wife Fang Yuhui's appearance, Yang Xiaotian's heart skipped a beat. Fortunately, he had intervened to save his master's wife, and fortunately, he had come. Otherwise, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life. Seeing that his master's wife was alright... "I'm fine," Yang Xiaotian said tenderly. "As long as you're alright."

Fang Yuhui felt incredibly happy hearing Yang Xiaotian's affectionate words and sweetly whispered, "Thank you anyway." Her voice was so sweet and seductive that it made one's heart melt. Suddenly, Fang Yuhui let out a soft moan. The aphrodisiac had fully taken effect, and Fang Yuhui could no longer control herself. She said softly, "Tian'er, I've been poisoned by the aphrodisiac. Please help me detoxify." With Yang Xiaotian by her side, Fang Yuhui no longer wanted to control herself. She was already his. Hearing his master's wife say this, Yang Xiaotian understood immediately and hurriedly carried her to the bed. A

surge of intense desire washed over them. Their relationship was already an unconventional one, forbidden by society, and being in such a small room, coupled with his master's wife's exceptional allure, made the unique stimulation all the more pronounced.

Yang Xiaotian buried his face in the hair of his master's wife, Fang Yuhui, whose face was flushed and who was powerless and unwilling to resist. He breathed deeply, savoring the scent of this married woman, which was so alluring and captivating, giving him a powerful urge to possess her. Yang Xiaotian's large hands rapidly and forcefully conquered her mature body, gradually dismantling the bonds between them.

Fang Yuhui's full and fair body was dazzlingly beautiful in Yang Xiaotian's eyes. It etched a unique charm of a mature woman into his vision, and a burning passion ignited within him. He felt like a ball of fire, while the young woman before him was a clear pool. He desperately needed water to extinguish his fire, and perhaps Fang Yuhui felt the same way, needing water to extinguish her own fire—the fire of desire.

An overwhelming surge of pleasure, like a thunderbolt, coursed through Fang Yuhui's body. Her skin flushed a pale red with desire, and she writhed like a snake, biting down hard on a piece of clothing to stifle her cries.

Yang Xiaotian, meanwhile, held tightly to the body beneath him—the body that once belonged to his master. The feeling of being enveloped so tightly almost caused him to lose control and ejaculate prematurely. He buried his face in Fang Yuhui's breasts, suckling, while the body in his arms convulsed from his powerful thrusts.

Yang Xiaotian strained his entire waist, as if using every ounce of strength, seeking the most intoxicating and ecstatic sensation deep within his master's body.

Fang Yuhui cried out loudly, and Yang Xiaotian responded by holding her even tighter and thrusting into her even more forcefully.

Suddenly, his master's wife, Fang Yuhui, screamed. Yang Xiaotian immediately silenced the scream with his mouth. His tall, strong body began to tremble slightly, and Fang Yuhui's long, white, full legs, which were raised high, also began to tremble. Yang Xiaotian tightly embraced her ample buttocks, injecting his uniquely masculine heat into the deepest part of her body. Everything calmed down. Finally, Yang Xiaotian used the most primal method to dispel the love poison in his master's wife Fang Yuhui's body. Everything quieted down, with only the heavy breathing of the two of them remaining.

After resting on the bed for a while, Yang Xiaotian asked, "Master's wife, what should we do with this body?"

Yang Xiaotian's words brought Fang Yuhui back to reality. Fang Yuhui turned slightly and saw the dead Dongfang Jian lying on the ground. Remembering what Dongfang Jian had said earlier, she calmly considered for a moment and said, "He said your master had been imprisoned. It seems that's true. Although Minkai and I have broken up, we still have a marital bond. I want to go and rescue him."

Hearing his master's wife say this, Yang Xiaotian quickly thought about it. Dongfang Jian was the head of the Dongfang family, one of the eight great martial arts families, and a top ten expert in the martial arts world. Logically, since his own family had been invited to the palace by his cousin, Emperor Gaozong of Tang, the Dongfang family would naturally be no exception. Why would Dongfang Jian, as the head of the family, not go to the capital Chang'an, but instead disguise himself as his master and come to Tianshan? Could it be merely for the sect's "Cultivation Manual"? Is it the "Heart Sutra," or is there some other purpose? Master is currently imprisoned by Dongfang Jian, and his fate is unknown. If Master's wife rashly goes to demand his release, it will definitely cause a great uproar. Even if the Yang family's power is mobilized, it may still be in vain. The Dongfang family has formed an alliance with the other four families—Nangong, Ximen, Beitang, and Gudu—through marriage to counter the other three. Could it be that they already have the strength to resist? Thinking about this, Yang Xiaotian glanced at Dongfang Jian lying on the ground with his face stripped off, and suddenly an idea struck him. He had a plan, so he said to Fang Yuhui, "Master's wife, this is absolutely not advisable. If you go rashly, there may be danger. Why do n't you leave this matter to me?"

Hearing Yang Xiaotian's words, Fang Yuhui looked at him with her beautiful eyes. Seeing Yang Xiaotian's confident expression, she couldn't help but nod. For some reason, Fang Yuhui found herself increasingly regarding Yang Xiaotian as her husband.

Seeing his master's wife nod, Yang Xiaotian said, "Let's tidy up and go find my grandmother and aunt later to discuss this matter in detail and see if they have any opinions. After all, Dongfang Jian disguised himself as his master to look for the 'Cultivation of Life Sutra,' and even skipped the Emperor's award ceremony. There's definitely something fishy about this."

Fang Yuhui sighed. Now she had no choice but to do as Yang Xiaotian suggested. After the two women got dressed and tidied up the scene, Yang Xiaotian went to call his grandmother Feng Ziling and fourth aunt Zhang Yijia.

In Fang Yuhui's bedroom, Fang Yuhui fabricated an excuse to convince Feng Ziling and Zhang Yijia not to suspect her affair with Yang Xiaotian. She then revealed everything else without question. After listening, Feng Ziling glanced coldly at Dongfang Jian lying on the ground, her anger blazing. "Luckily, my in-laws are alright, otherwise, how could I face them? I never imagined the Dongfang family would be so bold, so blatant."

Zhang Yijia, though calm, still spoke with anger, "The other major families are far too arrogant. Everyone in the martial world knows about the relationship between our Yang family and the Tianshan Sect. I never expected them to act so recklessly. It seems I must warn my husband to be careful of their actions."

"Grandma and Aunt, don't be angry. Since Dongfang Jian dared to disguise himself as Master, he must have made some preparations beforehand. I have an idea. Master is still in their hands, and rescuing him will not be easy. Moreover, if they know that Dongfang Jian is dead, they will definitely make a big fuss, and the situation will be difficult to manage. I think we should use our wits and give them a taste of their own medicine. Since they know how to disguise themselves, we can also disguise ourselves as Dongfang Jian and infiltrate the Dongfang family. Firstly, we can find out where Master is, and secondly, we can see what kind of tricks they are up to." Yang Xiaotian shared his idea. When he saw Dongfang Jian's disguise earlier, he thought that if he wanted to rescue Master, he might as well disguise himself as Dongfang Jian and infiltrate the Dongfang family.

Hearing Yang Xiaotian's words, Fang Yuhui said happily, "Tian'er's method is indeed feasible, but Dongfang Jian's martial arts are highly skilled, and impersonating him is not easy. Moreover, the Dongfang family has close ties with the other four families. If anything goes wrong, their lives will be in danger. This idea is good, but it is also very dangerous."

Yang Xiaotian relaxed his brows and said, "Don't worry about that. As long as the person being impersonated is smart, like me, it will be fine. Besides, I have already mastered the lightness skill of 'Ascension to Heaven,' making it difficult for people in the martial arts world to catch me." Yang Xiaotian was telling the truth. His skill in "Ascension to Heaven" had reached a very high level. Because he knew that his martial arts moves were not yet good enough, he first practiced his escape skills.

"No." Hearing Yang Xiaotian say this, Feng Ziling immediately said decisively, "You are the only heir of our Yang family. I can't let you take this risk. I think we should inform your father first and let him make the decision. I don't believe that they would dare not release him if they joined forces with the Xie family and the Tang family."

"Grandma!" Yang Xiaotian protested. He had planned to use this opportunity to explore the martial world, and he certainly wouldn't let such a good chance slip by. "Trust me, okay? I really have mastered the lightness skill of soaring into the sky. Don't worry, I won't get into any trouble."

"Tian'er, how can you be so reckless? This is absolutely unacceptable!" Hearing that Yang Xiaotian was going, Fang Yuhui hurriedly said worriedly. Although she was also worried about her husband's safety, she was more concerned about Yang Xiaotian.

"Yes, Tian'er, you can't be so reckless. Let's discuss this with your father before making a decision." Zhang Yijia, of course, didn't want Yang Xiaotian to take any risks either.

However, Yang Xiaotian was confident he could persuade them. "Grandma, Master's wife, Aunt, please believe me, okay? I really won't get into any trouble. I've been here for so long, and my master has treated me like his own son. Now that he's in trouble, how can I just stand by and do nothing? How about this, I'll disguise myself as Dongfang Jian. If you're worried, Grandma, you can come back with me. I'll just say I invited you to come over. With you protecting me, I'm sure nothing will happen. Please let me go, okay? Besides, only my figure is similar to Dongfang Jian's."

Yang Xiaotian's words made the three women somewhat tempted, especially Feng Ziling. She knew that if she went, she would definitely be able to protect her grandson's safety. She was very confident in her martial arts skills. However, she felt uneasy about letting Yang Xiaotian take the risk. But if he didn't go, her in-laws' lives would be in danger. Her son was still far away in the capital, and she didn't know how long the award ceremony would take. Every extra day meant more danger for her in-laws' lives.

Seeing the changes in the three women, Yang Xiaotian knew his words had worked and continued, "Grandma, please agree to let me go, okay?"

Seeing her grandson's pleading eyes, Feng Ziling thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. Yang Xiaotian, seeing his grandmother's agreement, happily said, "That's great! Thank you, Grandma!"

Seeing her grandson's expression, Feng Ziling smiled charmingly and said reproachfully, "Don't be so happy yet. The danger is too great right now; we need to plan carefully."

"Mother-in-law?"

"Old Mrs. Yang?" Seeing Feng Ziling agree to let Yang Xiaotian go, Fang Yuhui and Zhang Yijia exclaimed in surprise, their voices filled with worry for Yang Xiaotian.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Art of Disguise

Feng Ziling's beautiful eyes flickered as she looked at Fang Yuhui and Zhang Yijia, saying, "Don't worry, I'll go too this time to protect Tian'er."

Hearing this, Fang Yuhui and Zhang Yijia had no choice but to fall silent. Feng Ziling continued, "This matter must be carried out in secret. My dear in-laws, you should wait for our news in Tianshan. Yijia, go to the capital to inform Yuan Mu and the others to be careful of the five great families' actions, but don't tell him about this, lest he worry. Tian'er needs to thoroughly understand the situation of the Dongfang family these next few days, so that nothing goes wrong."

"Okay," Yang Xiaotian quickly agreed, afraid that his grandmother might change her mind and prevent him from going.

Feng Ziling's words carried weight. Even though Fang Yuhui and Zhang Yijia were worried about Yang Xiaotian's safety, they had no choice but to agree since Feng Ziling had already spoken.

With that settled, Yang Xiao spent the next two days learning more about the Dongfang family. The Dongfang family had a long and distinguished history in the martial arts world. Since the legendary hero Dongfang Xiong founded the Dongfang family, it had been established for over twenty generations and more than six hundred years. Through the hard work of generations of ancestors, the Dongfang family had become a powerful force and a regional hegemon. In particular, under the brilliant leadership of the previous family head, Dongfang Long, the Dongfang family had developed rapidly and formed a marriage alliance with the four families of Nangong, Ximen, Beitang, and Gudu. By the time of Dongfang Jian's generation, the Dongfang family's strength had begun to extend to important cities across the country.

Dongfang Jian has two wives. His first wife, Ximen Ruyan, is the elder sister of Ximen Wudi, the current head of the Ximen family. It is said that before marrying Dongfang Jian, Ximen Ruyan was already a renowned woman of exceptional talent, and Dongfang Jian has benefited greatly from her over the years. His second wife is Lan Feng'er, known as the Guanyin of the South Sea, whose Phoenix Whip technique is unparalleled. She was a famous beauty in the South Sea martial arts world in her early years. Later, as the Dongfang family developed its maritime power, Dongfang Jian met Lan Feng'er and they became husband and wife.

Dongfang Jian has two sons. The saying "like father, like son" doesn't apply to Dongfang Jian and his sons.

Dongfang Jian is undoubtedly a powerful and ruthless figure, but his two sons, Dongfang Ming and Dongfang Xiao, are spendthrifts, indulging in womanizing, abducting women, and committing all sorts of evil deeds. Their crimes have reached the point of incurring the wrath of heaven and man. However, due to the powerful Dongfang family, ordinary people dare not speak out, which has caused great suffering for Dongfang Ming's wife, Qin Yanxue, and Dongfang Xiao's wife, Su Hanmei.

The Dongfang family's strength lies primarily in the Huguang region, with branch offices established in other provinces. Every decision made by the Dongfang family is discussed and decided upon by the decision-making committee, the highest authority within the family, from which all actions originate. Each member of the committee is a highly intelligent and exceptional individual, greatly contributing to the Dongfang family.

This generation's committee consists of five members: Dongfang Jian, Ximen Ruyan, and Dongfang Jian's younger sister, Dongfang Xiangyi. Dongfang Xiangyi, at thirty-six years old and still unmarried, remains in the committee to advise the Dongfang family, earning her the nickname "Female Zhuge Liang."

The Dongfang family's growth and expansion also owe much to two other individuals: Xu Mu, known as the "Divine Strategist," and his wife, Zhang Wanjun. Over the years, they have continuously advised Dongfang Jian, helping him stand out among his brothers and become the family head, guiding him through challenges and enabling the Dongfang family to continuously expand. It is no exaggeration to describe their contributions as immense.

Below the decision-making group are twelve departments, each responsible for the Dongfang family's businesses in various regions. The heads of these departments are directly or indirectly controlled by Ximen Ruyan, Dongfang Xiangyi, Xu Mu, and Zhang Wanjun, among others. However, the highest decision-maker within the entire Dongfang family is still the family head, Dongfang Jian, who holds the ultimate authority.

After understanding the relationships within the Dongfang family, Yang Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Dongfang family wasn't large; otherwise, it would have been difficult to deal with them. The following day, Yang Xiaotian mainly imitated Dongfang Jian's voice and some common actions. Yang Xiaotian was exceptionally talented and quickly mastered the art. Now, the key was disguise. During the discussion on disguise, Hua Mulan's descendant, Hua Lingrong, fully demonstrated her talent. It turned out that when the sixth prince of Wei was captured by the Rouran, Hua Mulan used her superb disguise skills to infiltrate the Rouran army and rescue her beloved. Hua Lingrong had learned disguise from her mother, Hua Mulan, since she was very young; anything in her hands could be made perfectly disguised.

Under Hua Lingrong's skillful hands, the human face skin was already made. Yang Xiaotian tried it on and then showed it to the girls. It was really hard to tell the difference. Moreover, the human face skin made by Hua Lingrong could be removed even when washing his face or taking a bath, which saved a lot of trouble. Everything was ready, and Feng Ziling decided to set off for the headquarters of the Dongfang family the next day.

After everyone had dinner, Feng Ziling, considering the safety of the Tianshan Sect, planned to send elites from the Yang family to protect Fang Yuhui and the others. At this moment, Hua Lingrong once again displayed her talent, actually setting up a wondrous array at the exit of the Tianshan Sect's mountain—the Illusion Array. The Illusion Array was a battle tactic created by Hua Mulan. According to Hua Mulan, even if Zhuge Liang were reborn, he would find it difficult to break. This array seems simple, but those who enter it feel as if they are being forced by a thousand troops. If the person who set up the array is determined to kill those who enter it, it is an easy matter. Feng Ziling had heard about the Illusion Array from her disciples. She never thought that she would be able to see the legendary Illusion Array with her own eyes in her lifetime, and she couldn't help but love this granddaughter-in-law even more.

The Illusion Array's formation is remarkably simple, consisting of only sixteen stones. However, the secrets within remain unknown. Seeing Hua Lingrong's proficiency in setting up the array, Feng Ziling realized she had undergone rigorous practice, which eased her worries about Fang Yuhui and the others.

That night, Feng Ziling, not expecting to descend the mountain the next day, specifically asked Zhang Yijia to summon Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian to her room for a good talk. After dinner, Yang Xiaotian, having nothing to do since his wife had been summoned by his grandmother and aunt, decided to visit his master's wife, as it would likely be a long time before he could see her again after descending the mountain.

Yang Xiaotian entered his master's wife's bedroom. A unique fragrance wafted into his nostrils, invigorating him. On the table sat a small, exquisite incense burner, from which wisps of smoke rose gently, carrying a refined and profound aroma.

Fang Yuhui was sitting on the soft couch, her mind wandering, worried about Yang Xiaotian's safety. Seeing him enter, she forced a smile. Yang Xiaotian walked to Fang Yuhui's side, carefully gazing at her beautiful face. A strong feeling of love welled up within him. Facing Yang Xiaotian's ardent gaze, Fang Yuhui felt incredibly shy. Her heart was in turmoil; she worried about her husband, but even more so about Yang Xiaotian. After he rescued her, she had completely forgotten that she was Liu Minkai's wife, considering herself entirely Yang Xiaotian's woman. Tomorrow, Yang Xiaotian was going to rescue Liu Minkai; how could she not be in turmoil?

Yang Xiaotian slowly reached out his hands and gently stroked Fang Yuhui's smooth cheeks, sighing affectionately, "Master's wife, don't worry, I will definitely come back safely and rescue Master." Actually, Yang Xiaotian's reason for going down the mountain in disguise to the Dongfang family wasn't really to rescue his master. If he actually rescued his master, Liu Minkai, he would have to compete with him for a woman, and he wouldn't do that. He just wanted to go down the mountain to train himself. However, no one else knew this.

Hearing Yang Xiaotian's words, Fang Yuhui could no longer control herself. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she choked out, "I know... you must be careful..." She buried her head in Yang Xiaotian's shoulder, then raised her head again, her burning cheeks pressed against Yang Xiaotian's handsome face. At this moment, Yang Xiaotian's image was so magnificent; it completely solidified his place in her heart.

Overwhelmed by the profound affection of his master's wife, Fang Yuhui, Yang Xiaotian could no longer contain his emotions. He suddenly pulled Fang Yuhui into his arms, holding her on his lap. The beautiful woman gasped softly, her delicate hands entwining around Yang Xiaotian's strong neck, stroking his black hair and cheeks, and said emotionally, "Tian'er... even if you can't save your master... you must come back safely... you know... I'll wait for you..."

Yang Xiaotian knew that his master's wife was completely his now, so he showered kisses on Fang Yuhui's face, nose, and lips like raindrops. His intense emotions surged within him, and he said tenderly, "I will definitely come back."

Fang Yuhui felt Yang Xiaotian's boundless love for her without reservation. With a trembling voice, she said, "Come...take me...from now on you will be my only...man..."

Yang Xiaotian gazed at his master's wife, Fang Yuhui, one hand around her slender waist, the other pressing against her perfectly proportioned abdomen, neither too fat nor too thin. He lowered his head, pressed his face against her fragrant cheek, found her lips, and kissed her deeply. Fang Yuhui hugged Yang Xiaotian tightly, returning his kiss passionately. Her lips were delicate and soft, slightly parted and moist, like a blooming flower, tempting bees to gather nectar from her heart.

A passionate kiss made Fang Yuhui's whole body heat up. Her face flushed, her eyes were hazy, and she looked at Yang Xiaotian breathlessly. Her bright eyes seemed to be veiled in mist, watery and extremely moving, making Yang Xiaotian even more aroused.

Yang Xiaotian tightly embraced his teacher's wife, Fang Yuhui's, captivatingly slender body, and kissed her panting lips with irresistible passion. Fang Yuhui's lips were so moist and fragrant, her breath sweet and delicate, a fresh and alluring feminine scent enveloping Yang Xiaotian. Holding her close, Yang Xiaotian kissed her cheeks and neck passionately, while his hands grasped Fang Yuhui's full, rounded breasts, kneading them gently, the touch sending a sweet sensation through him.

Fang Yuhui leaned limply against Yang Xiaotian, letting her apprentice's hand slip inside her collar and grasp her firm, full breasts. Her body trembled slightly, and with Yang Xiaotian's movements, Fang Yuhui's pretty face grew increasingly red, a captivating blush spreading across her fair skin. Her watery eyes gazed at Yang Xiaotian with a tender, alluring expression, filled with adoration and excitement. Her clothes were half-open, revealing glimpses of her delicate, milky-white breasts, incredibly tempting.

Next, their movements were perfectly synchronized, finally reaching a state of complete nakedness. Yang Xiaotian smoothly entered his master's wife Fang Yuhui's paradise, moving continuously. Fang Yuhui's expression grew increasingly sensual, her charming face filled with a blissful intoxication. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her body drenched in sweat, trembling, moaning incessantly—a charmingly ecstatic sight. Hot, sticky love fluid gushed from her vagina, flowing out with each thrust of Yang Xiaotian and sticking to the bed. Hearing his master's wife Fang Yuhui's enchanting moans and feeling an unprecedentedly intense pleasure, Yang Xiaotian thrust even more frantically.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Before Departure

Gasps and moans echoed in the room, the air thick with the smell of bodily fluids. After an unknown amount of time, Fang Yuhui suddenly seemed to go mad, letting out a long cry, her hands gripping Yang Xiaotian's back so tightly that her nails dug into his flesh. She thrust upwards with all her might, and after an unknown amount of time, she let out a long breath, collapsing onto the bed, completely paralyzed.

At the same time, Yang Xiaotian felt his master's wife Fang Yuhui's vagina sucking at him like a small mouth, an indescribable, intense stimulation washing over him. His vision went blank, and he ejaculated violently into Fang Yuhui's body. Each spasm brought the unparalleled pleasure of orgasm, each thrust causing Fang Yuhui's body to tremble involuntarily.

Everything was over, and silence returned. The two men held each other tightly, panting heavily. Fang Yuhui was still reeling from the afterglow of her climax; her beautiful face remained flushed with ecstasy, her skin cool and smooth as jade, beads of sweat trickling down her body, indistinguishable as Yang Xiaotian's or hers. After a long while, they smiled at each other and embraced tightly again, their deep affection overflowing.

After comforting his master's wife, Fang Yuhui, Yang Xiaotian returned to his room. His two wives, Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian, had not yet returned. Yang Xiaotian guessed they were still in his grandmother Feng Ziling's room, so he didn't want to disturb them. Instead, he meditated and practiced martial arts alone in his room.

After circulating his internal energy, Yang Xiaotian heard a woman's giggles beside him. He opened his eyes and saw that his two beautiful wives had returned. Yang Xiaotian sat on the ground and looked at Hua Lingrong and Liu Ruxian with a wicked smile. In terms of looks, the two women were equally beautiful, and in the prime of their youth, they both had stunningly beautiful faces.

Yang Xiaotian gazed at Hua Lingrong's fair and smooth skin, her full and mature figure, and the intangible aura emanating from her. She was truly alluring and captivating, exuding charm and captivating beauty. Especially striking were her pair of watery, seductive eyes, her slightly upturned, thin-topped, thick-bottomed red lips, and her large, round, pink buttocks. Her high, full breasts seemed poised to burst through her blouse at any moment. Any man would feel an irresistible urge to pinch them. As he looked, Yang Xiaotian's eyes blazed with a strange light. He stared intently at Hua Lingrong's full, round buttocks, which seemed about to burst through her short skirt, and her plump, fair legs beneath. The long skirt vaguely revealed tiny underpants, the indentation created by her buttocks displaying irresistible allure. Hua Lingrong naturally noticed Yang Xiaotian's gaze. The reason she and Liu Ruxian dressed so provocatively was because they knew their husbands would be going down the mountain the next day, and they wanted to comfort them.

After looking at Hua Lingrong, Yang Xiaotian then glanced at Liu Ruxian standing beside her. After being caressed by Yang Xiaotian, Liu Ruxian's body exuded an increasingly sensual allure. Her body was plump and fair, her breasts heavy and erect, her slender waist supple and flexible like a water snake, her full buttocks perfectly curved, and her long, slender thighs increasingly white and smooth, radiating a ripe, burgeoning beauty. Her vibrant, delicate face was framed by a pair of deep, lake-like phoenix eyes that were breathtaking, not to mention her flawless, almost translucent, snow-white skin, as delicate and smooth as the petals of a newly blossoming flower, making one dizzy and their heart flutter.

The alluring sight of his two wives made Yang Xiaotian feel hot all over, his manhood slightly erect. He couldn't help but stand up, step forward, and passionately embrace both women.

Knowing that Yang Xiaotian would be going down the mountain the next day, the two women did their best to please him. The room was instantly filled with a spring-like atmosphere, the air seemed to tremble and the air currents swirled.

The man's panting and the woman's moans rose and fell in tandem as Yang Xiaotian moved relentlessly on his two wives. Liu Ruxian and Hua Lingrong cried out loudly, and finally, with their last cries, they succumbed, and Yang Xiaotian ejaculated his thick essence into them.

The night grew quiet, and the three, having released their pent-up desires, embraced each other wearily and drifted off to sleep.

The quiet on Yang Xiaotian's side finally brought relief to Feng Ziling and Zhang Yijia. They had been kept awake by the noise Yang Xiaotian had created, but now it was finally peaceful. Feng Ziling lay on the bed, took a deep breath, and drifted off to sleep, feeling a little drowsy. Meanwhile, in another room, Zhang Yijia secretly resolved that once she saw her husband, Yang Yuanmu, in the capital, she would make sure he comforted her properly.

As dawn broke and the rising sun heralded the arrival of a new day, Yang Xiaotian, accompanied by his two wives and his master's wife, set off with his grandmother Feng Ziling and aunt Zhang Yijia, amidst their reluctant farewells.

After descending the mountain, according to Feng Ziling's plan, Zhang Yijia would travel to the capital, Chang'an, to inform Yang Yuanmu to be wary of the five great families, while Feng Ziling and Yang Xiaotian would head towards the headquarters of the Eastern Family. At the foot of the mountain, after his aunt's repeated admonitions, Yang Xiaotian parted ways with his grandmother Feng Ziling and rode swiftly away.

Three days later, in Mudan Town, across the Grand Canal from the ancient city of Luoyang, the town boasts Luoyang's famous peony landscape. Endless fields of peonies bloom across the mountains and fields, vying for attention, adorning the green hills and trees. The steam rising from the nearby hot springs envelops the flowers and water, creating a truly beautiful scene.

The sound of hooves approached from afar, and two fine steeds galloped along the road. The riders were a man and a woman. The man appeared to be in his thirties, but upon closer inspection, he seemed only around twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Looking closely beside him, he appeared to be under twenty. His appearance was neither handsome nor ugly, just ordinary. However, he possessed an air of arrogance and self-importance, but his shifty eyes created an incongruous feeling. This was Yang Xiaotian, disguised as Dongfang Jian.

The woman on the other horse was stunningly beautiful, charming and alluring. Although she had deliberately dressed simply, her tight-fitting clothes accentuated her graceful figure, and her every move exuded mature charm. Her eyes also hinted at a spirit that rivaled any man's. This was Yang Xiaotian's grandmother, Feng Ziling.

"Alas, the ferry crossing on the Yangtze River is closed. It seems we'll have to rest here for the night and take the ferry across tomorrow," Feng Ziling said to Yang Xiaotian, reining in her horse and looking at the empty ferry crossing.

"Alright then, let's find an inn to rest for the night. We can also soak in the hot springs to relieve the fatigue from our journey these past few days," Yang Xiaotian said, spurring his horse forward to his grandmother Feng Ziling, whose face showed signs of fatigue.

"Yes, a hot spring soak would be refreshing," Feng Ziling agreed.

"Then let's go to the inn," Yang Xiaotian nodded, and the two turned their horses and headed towards the inn.

After traveling about a mile, they arrived at the inn, but encountered a small problem when booking a room. It turned out that it was the peak season for hot springs, and there were many tourists visiting Mudan Town. All the inns within a few miles were full, and this particular inn had just been vacated by guests, so there was only one room left. Upon hearing this news, Yang Xiaotian looked at Feng Ziling with a troubled expression. Feng Ziling thought for a moment. Crossing the river was impossible at this time, and the other inns were full. It seemed that the grandmother and grandson would have to squeeze in for the night. So she asked for the remaining rooms at the inn.

Led by the waiter, the two tied their horses to the stables and followed the waiter upstairs. After the waiter led them to their room, Feng Ziling instructed the waiter not to disturb them without their permission, gave him some silver, and then told him to leave.

After the waiter left, Feng Ziling, disregarding Yang Xiaotian's presence, took off her dusty and sweat-stained outer garment. Underneath, she wore a white, fitted outfit. Her graceful figure and alluring curves, combined with her beautiful face illuminated by the bright candlelight, made her exceptionally seductive and alluring. Looking at his grandmother Feng Ziling's beautiful and captivating body, Yang Xiaotian's desire instantly flared up. He hadn't expected his grandmother to be so bold, but upon reflection, it made sense. He guessed that his grandmother didn't yet consider him a child. Yang Xiaotian's thinking was correct; Feng Ziling indeed treated Yang Xiaotian like a child.

After taking off her outer garment, Feng Ziling took out a black outer robe from her bundle and put it on. Then she said to Yang Xiaotian, "Tian'er, take off that mask first. Later, ask the waiter to bring hot water so you can wash yourself properly. We'll arrive in Luoyang tomorrow, so we have to be careful in everything."

"Grandma, aren't you going to the hot spring?" Yang Xiaotian asked after taking off the mask of Dongfang Jian.

"That's right, there's a hot spring here. You should go and wash yourself; it'll be better for your health. You should go and wash yourself too. Later, after you're done, ask the waiter to bring the food to your room," Feng Ziling said after thinking for a moment.

"Alright, Grandma, I'll go wash up first." Yang Xiaotian, being a young man at heart, immediately grabbed his change of clothes and went downstairs upon hearing about the hot spring. Seeing her grandson's appearance, Feng Ziling couldn't help but chuckle behind her. It turned out that Yang Xiaotian's unintentional action had reminded Feng Ziling of her deceased husband. Only after Yang Xiaotian's figure disappeared from sight did Feng Ziling come back to her senses.

After both of them finished bathing in the hot spring, they felt much better. After Feng Ziling instructed the waiter to bring up the food, only the grandmother and grandson remained in the room. At this moment, Feng Ziling had changed into a clean dress. In Yang Xiaotian's eyes, his grandmother Feng Ziling's beauty was comparable to his mother Hu Jingyi. His grandmother Feng Ziling had a head of cloud-like hair, a naturally beautiful oval face, and a straight nose that seemed to have been meticulously sculpted. Her lips were small like cherries, with a beautiful curve and full of sexiness. They were thin but moist. Her figure was exquisite and well-proportioned, with a proud and upright chest and a full and rounded bottom. Her light blue makeup perfectly showed off her figure, revealing the charm of a mature woman. A pair of valuable earrings hung on her fair and delicate earlobes, which were mysterious and exuded an indescribable elegance and nobility. Her long eyelashes fluttered like fans, and her thick eyebrows were slender but slightly upturned. Beneath her thick eyebrows were crystal clear and lively eyes, which exuded an indescribable mystery. Her beauty could only be described as peerless and stunningly beautiful.

As he watched, Yang Xiaotian's eyes burned with desire, but Feng Ziling remained oblivious, continuing to serve her grandson food.

After dinner, Yang Xiaotian instructed the waiter to tidy up, leaving only the grandmother and grandson in the room. Earlier, during the meal, Yang Xiaotian had been considering where to sleep that night. He knew there was only one bed in the room, and his grandmother would surely be worried about him and wouldn't let him sleep on the floor. Besides, the weather was cold, and he didn't want to sleep on the floor either. But letting his grandmother sleep on the floor was impossible. So, after much thought, he couldn't come up with a good idea. Actually, what he really wanted was to sleep in the same bed as his grandmother.

Since conquering his master's wife, he had planned to conquer his grandmother and aunt, but things had changed unexpectedly, preventing him from doing so. Now, with such a great opportunity before him, Yang Xiaotian certainly didn't want to let it slip by. From conquering his master's wife, he knew he had the ability to conquer any woman, including those related to him by blood.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Night in the Town

Since conquering his master's wife, he had planned to conquer his grandmother and aunt as well. However, things took a sudden turn, preventing him from making a move. Now, with such a golden opportunity before him, Yang Xiaotian certainly didn't want to let it slip by. From conquering his master's wife, he had learned that he was capable of conquering any woman, including those related to him by blood.

While having her meal, Feng Ziling also thought about the bed arrangement for the night. Realizing there was only one bed in the room, it seemed the grandmother and granddaughter would have to squeeze in for the night.

After the waiter finished tidying up and left, Feng Ziling said to Yang Xiaotian, "Tian'er, it looks like it'll just be the two of us squeezing in tonight."

"Why don't you sleep on the floor, grandson?" Yang Xiaotian suggested, using a feigned retreat as a pretext.

"No need. It's so cold. I don't want my precious grandson to get cold. We'll make do tonight, and we'll be fine after we cross the river tomorrow." Feng Ziling felt sorry for Yang Xiaotian and certainly wouldn't let her beloved grandson sleep on the floor.

"Alright then." Hearing his grandmother say this, Yang Xiaotian was overjoyed. His chance had arrived! He desperately wanted to go to bed early, but he certainly wouldn't show it. If his grandmother, Feng Ziling, knew his ulterior motives, the consequences would be severe.

Then, the grandfather and grandson sat down at the table to discuss their next move. First, after crossing the river the next day, Yang Xiaotian would disguise himself as Dongfang Jian and return directly to the Dongfang family. In the afternoon, Feng Ziling would enter the Dongfang family under the guise of a visit to cooperate with and protect Yang Xiaotian. After agreeing on the general plan, they discussed some details. It was almost bedtime, and Yang Xiaotian had been eagerly anticipating this moment. Feng Ziling got up and took off her outer garment, revealing a pink, form-fitting outfit that perfectly accentuated her curves. Yang Xiaotian, watching from the side, took a deep breath.

"Tian'er, it's time to sleep. Go to bed." After putting away her outer garment, Feng Ziling went to sleep alone. Yang Xiaotian didn't delay, taking off his outer clothes and following her to bed.

In the stillness of the night, with only the sound of breathing audible, Feng Ziling, after her grandson Yang Xiaotian lay down, was captivated by his strong masculine aura, making it difficult for her to fall asleep. It was then that she realized her grandson was already an adult. The two lay flat on their backs, facing the same direction. Yang Xiaotian, inhaling the mature, alluring fragrance emanating from his grandmother Feng Ziling, felt a surge of pleasure, and his manhood began to stir. Just then, intermittent sounds disturbed his sleep. At first, Yang Xiaotian thought it was the couple next door, perhaps indulging in some intimate pleasures in the quiet of the night. However, upon closer listening, he realized it wasn't the sounds of a man and woman making love, but rather the sounds of two women. This struck Yang Xiaotian as somewhat strange. However, with his grandmother Feng Ziling right beside him, he certainly didn't dare get out of bed out of curiosity to peek.

Since Yang Xiaotian had already heard the seductive sounds, Feng Ziling, with her martial arts skills, could naturally hear them too, and hear them very clearly, as if they were happening right before her eyes. Now, with a man sleeping beside her—although that man was her grandson Yang Xiaotian—the strong masculine scent was already making Feng Ziling uncomfortable. Adding to this, the seductive sounds of two women next door made Feng Ziling feel a tingling sensation throughout her body. (The author will explain in detail later which two women were making those seductive sounds; we won't go into details now.)

Feng Ziling took a deep breath and exhaled. The sounds grew increasingly seductive, producing a change in Feng Ziling's ears. Combined with the masculine scent emanating from her grandson, Feng Ziling felt a wetness below. She had to turn around, turning her back to her grandson Yang Xiaotian.

Seeing his grandmother, Feng Ziling, turn her back to him, Yang Xiaotian knew she had also heard the sound. He couldn't help but think how wonderful those seductive sounds were, and how they would definitely be of great help in this situation. Although he didn't know whether it was two women or a man and a woman making the sounds (Yang Xiaotian guessed it was mostly two women), he really wanted to go and thank them for giving him more hope.

Not long after his grandmother turned away, Yang Xiaotian also turned around, facing her back. But as soon as he turned, he regretted it. His penis was too hard and large; it had landed squarely on his grandmother's cleft. Now he was in a bind—unable to move or stay still—and could only leave his penis stuck there, waiting to see what would happen.

Yang Xiaotian's turn startled Feng Ziling. She then felt a burning sensation between her legs; something incredibly hard was pressed against her sensitive area. It was so hot that the heat penetrated her skin through layers of clothing. As a wife, mother, and mother-in-law, she knew exactly what it was. At that moment, she realized her grandson was no longer a child, but a man—a man with a large, prominent member. Even through the layers of clothing, Feng Ziling could imagine how powerful and thick it was.

With her grandson's member pressing against her, Feng Ziling involuntarily shuddered. The feeling was both strange and familiar. Seeing her grandson turn away and remain still, Feng Ziling didn't know whether to call him back or what. But the familiar sensation made her hesitate. Several minutes passed, and Feng Ziling felt the member growing hotter and hotter, increasingly difficult to control. Coupled with the increasingly seductive sounds from beside her, Feng Ziling felt her entire body begin to burn.

Yang Xiaotian clearly felt his grandmother Feng Ziling's body become hot. He decided to remain in this stalemate and observe the situation. He had initially thought that his grandmother would react in some way to stop him after his little brother was pressed against the mature woman's crotch, but to his surprise, she didn't. This made him very happy because the substantial contact gave Yang Xiaotian more confidence. He knew very well the power of his dual cultivation technique; his master's wife had done it this way before. Feng Ziling

was confused. This confusion was not only related to Yang Xiaotian's little brother pressing against her crotch, but also to the internal energy they were cultivating. Back in the back mountains of Tianshan, when Feng Ziling held the missing Yang Xiaotian, she felt a ripple in her heart. This was because the "Ten Thousand Saints Sword Manual" that Feng Ziling cultivated was created by the ancient hero Shui, while the "Wordless Heavenly Book" in Yang Xiaotian's body was created by Shui's husband, Huo. When the two internal energies came into contact, the internal energy automatically recognized it, so it naturally caused a ripple.

Now, this strange ripple intensified as Yang Xiaotian's little brother pressed against his grandmother Feng Ziling's crotch. The enchanting sounds beside them seemed to reach their peak, the voices rising and falling in unison. During these rises and falls, no man's panting could be heard. Yang Xiaotian was now fairly certain that there were two women involved. With each enchanting sound, Yang Xiaotian's little brother grew even stronger, throbbing and thrusting against Feng Ziling's crotch.

This throbbing made Feng Ziling shudder involuntarily. The hot breath almost made her gasp. "No, I have to push my grandson away, otherwise I definitely can't take it," Feng Ziling thought. Just as she was about to speak, her grandson Yang Xiaotian's hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, instantly silencing her.

Yang Xiaotian did this intentionally, wanting to test his grandmother Feng Ziling's reaction. If she still didn't push him away, he could try some tricks. So he said, "Grandma, the noise over there is too loud. How can I sleep? Should I go and ask them to be quieter?"

Yang Xiaotian's words seemed innocent, but they actually had depth. However, Feng Ziling only thought it was youthful naiveté. She chuckled and scolded, "What business is it of yours? Go to sleep and don't think too much." Actually, she also wanted to use talking to distract herself from the heat in her body. However, after Feng Ziling finished speaking, she didn't move her body or push away Yang Xiaotian's large hand on her shoulder. In Feng Ziling's opinion, her grandson Yang Xiaotian's strong reaction was probably because he hadn't been with his wife for a few days, and the young man was full of energy, which was why he was so hard.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaotian was secretly pleased and said, "But we can't let people not be able to sleep, and it's so late in the winter, the longer they sleep, the colder they'll get." After saying that, he pretended to shiver, actually to better provoke his grandmother, Feng Ziling.

As Yang Xiaotian rubbed against her, Feng Ziling felt an instant surge of pleasure from between her legs, almost causing her to moan. Hearing Yang Xiaotian say he was cold, she asked with concern, "Are you cold, Tian'er? Why don't you hug Grandma?" She immediately regretted her words, but after all, he was her grandson, and she didn't think too much about it. Even if she did, she couldn't think of anything more, because Yang Xiaotian, using the excuse of being cold, placed one hand on Feng Ziling's abdomen and pressed his entire body tightly against her back.

If their previous contact was like a dragonfly skimming the water, their current position was completely sealed. This was unbearable for Feng Ziling. Yang Xiaotian's hot, restless movements were pressing against her between her legs, while his hot body pressed tightly against her back. A hot hand rested on her abdomen, radiating heat that seeped through her clothes to her skin. Not far below her abdomen was her mysterious paradise between her legs. Feng Ziling felt her paradise become even wetter, but she dared not move, afraid that any movement would further stimulate that hot thing.

Yang Xiaotian felt the changes in his grandmother Feng Ziling more clearly and found it amusing. Immediately, his other hand began to move around. "Grandma, could you lift your head up a little? It's hard to put my other hand here, and it's cold. I want to put my hand under your head."

With her grandson Yang Xiaotian saying this, Feng Ziling had no choice but to lift her head slightly, allowing Yang Xiaotian's arm to rest under her head. Now, their posture was exactly like that of a married couple sleeping in bed. Yang Xiaotian completely embraced his grandmother Feng Ziling, feeling her beautiful body and smelling the alluring fragrance of her mature body.

Chapter Forty: The Sound of Midnight

"Grandma, can you sleep like this?" Yang Xiaotian asked his beautiful, mature grandmother, Feng Ziling, in his arms. The faint fragrance emanating from Feng Ziling made Yang Xiaotian's little brother even harder, and he deliberately bumped his thing between Feng Ziling's thighs a couple of times. The hand on his abdomen increased the pressure slightly, and the arm on Feng Ziling's head pulled her head towards his chest with a sudden force. The free hand accidentally touched Feng Ziling's round breasts with the movement of his arm. Although it was only for a brief moment, the feeling of their large and fullness almost made Yang Xiaotian go crazy. He was just a little bit away from losing his mind and directly pushed his grandmother Feng Ziling off the bed.

The sudden touch of that hand on Feng Ziling's chest almost made her lose her mind. Luckily, her grandson Yang Xiaotian asked a question, otherwise the silent sensation would have been even more unbearable for her. "It's alright, go to sleep, Tian'er." At this moment, the sound beside her not only didn't decrease, but actually grew louder. Based on Feng Ziling's experience, the person next to her was probably practicing some kind of dual cultivation technique under the bed.

"Grandson can't sleep. That sound is too loud, and it sounds strange, like two women are making it. Grandma, do you think they're sick?" Yang Xiaotian said, feigning innocence. Since they were already chatting, he might as well use words to talk to his grandmother Feng Ziling first. As he spoke, his little brother unconsciously bumped against Feng Ziling's crotch a few more times.

"Hehe." Hearing Yang Xiaotian's words, Feng Ziling chuckled. "You little rascal, you're so strange! Where do you get all these twisted theories? They're not sick; I reckon they're practicing some kind of martial arts." Yang Xiaotian's burning heat was making Feng Ziling uncomfortable, so she subtly shifted her position as she spoke. The movement only made things worse, as the thing pounded violently against her from behind. "Ah

, practicing martial arts? What kind of martial arts? That's so strange!" Yang Xiaotian asked. He was actually a little curious himself, after all, the sounds from next door were rather unusual. If it were a man and a woman, that would be normal, but two women was rather odd. He sensed that his grandmother, Feng Ziling, was getting a little impatient with his heat, but she still tried to divert his attention with a different topic.

"Grandma doesn't know, maybe it's some kind of demonic martial arts," Feng Ziling blurted out, her face immediately turning red. She realized that she and her grandson were chatting in such an intimate position, and his large member was pressing against her. Not only did she not stop him, but she even felt a desire to reciprocate.

"Demonic martial arts? What kind of martial arts is that, Grandma? Tell me quickly!" Yang Xiaotian said, hugging Feng Ziling and acting coquettishly. He intentionally or unintentionally rubbed his hand against Feng Ziling's chest, the wonderful feeling making him want to stop and savor it. However, he knew it wasn't the right time yet; these things needed to be done slowly.

"You silly child, why are you so curious? Actually, Grandma isn't quite sure either. Go to sleep, you have things to do tomorrow," Feng Ziling said reproachfully. She realized that if she didn't stop talking and tell Yang Xiaotian to go to sleep, she would really be made to moan by that hot thing. The feeling was so wonderful, and it also had a familiar feeling, as if some kind of energy was being drawn within her. Moreover, the moment her body and Yang Xiaotian's body touched, there was a feeling of mutual attraction. She had felt that feeling before in the back mountains of Tianshan, and later when Yang Xiaotian was being affectionate with her. Whenever their bodies touched, she would feel that feeling, like the two of them were being united by something. Yes, united. Thinking of this, Feng Ziling felt her face turn even redder, because the word "united" made her think of even more things.

"I can't sleep." Yang Xiaotian wasn't that stupid anymore, but now he could feel that his grandmother Feng Ziling's body was even hotter, even her face was burning hot. Yang Xiaotian knew that his grandmother was more or less aroused, it seemed that things were going smoothly. "Grandma, why is your face so hot? Are you catching a cold?" After saying that, he bent the hand that was resting on Feng Ziling's head, as if to touch Feng Ziling's face.

"No, no." Feng Ziling hurriedly turned her head slightly, subconsciously trying to avoid the palm. Her head turned in the direction that Yang Xiaotian was facing. He didn't know if Yang Xiaotian deliberately made his head parallel to Feng Ziling's head. As soon as Feng Ziling turned her head, her red lips actually kissed Yang Xiaotian's lips. In an instant, the two of them were thrilled by the contact, and their lips became stiff.

The two were stunned. Yang Xiaotian stared wide-eyed at his grandmother, Feng Ziling, afraid she would be angry. But after a long while, Feng Ziling remained motionless, only moving her lips away. Only then did Yang Xiaotian boldly look at Feng Ziling with a rapturous gaze and say, "Grandma, can you kiss me like you did just now?"

Actually, Feng Ziling wasn't unperturbed; rather, the feeling was too thrilling. In the darkness, her inner strength was profound, and she could clearly see Yang Xiaotian's face. That face looked so much like her deceased husband. That fleeting kiss reminded Feng Ziling of their past intimacy. Seeing the scene, she remained silent after pulling her lips away. Now, seeing her grandson's rapturous gaze and listening to his words, Feng Ziling felt a strong stimulation within her. This stimulation was accompanied by a forbidden temptation, urging her to kiss her grandson Yang Xiaotian again. However, her reason told her that this was absolutely forbidden. But soon, another voice deep within her urged her to kiss Yang Xiaotian. Feng Ziling gazed at Yang Xiaotian, her eyes becoming slightly hazy. How could Yang Xiaotian before her have become the image of her husband?

As her eyes became hazy, Feng Ziling involuntarily closed her almond-shaped eyes, her heart pounding slightly, and kissed Yang Xiaotian's soft, rosy lips. Yang Xiaotian felt that his grandmother Feng Ziling's lips were simply indescribably soft, moist, and elastic, giving him an urge to bite them. Moreover, the warm breath Feng Ziling exhaled carried a sweet fragrance, intoxicating him.

Yang Xiaotian watched as his grandmother, Feng Ziling, kissed him passionately with her eyes closed. Since his grandmother had turned around, her beautiful body had also turned in the same direction. Now, Yang Xiaotian's hand, which was holding Feng Ziling's head, was on her back, and his other hand was on her lower back. What excited Yang Xiaotian the most was that his little brother was pressing against the mysterious place between Feng Ziling's legs.

Grandma Feng Ziling's kisses were incredibly alluring and fragrant. Yang Xiaotian slowly opened his lips, his tongue gradually tracing its path across Feng Ziling's red lips. Feng Ziling was completely unaware of their intimate moment; she felt as if she had fallen into an abyss. As Yang Xiaotian's tongue moved across her lips, she slightly parted her lips and wrapped her soft, boneless arms around his neck.

Sensing Grandma Feng Ziling's slightly parted lips, Yang Xiaotian seized the opportunity, pressing his tongue against hers and forcefully inserting the tip of his tongue into her warm, moist, and saliva-filled mouth.

Yang Xiaotian's tongue first moved back and forth, left and right, inside his grandmother Feng Ziling's mouth, sometimes intertwining with her wet, slippery tongue. After a while, Yang Xiaotian felt his tongue go numb. Just as he withdrew from Feng Ziling's mouth, her smooth, soft, delicate tongue darted out and entered Yang Xiaotian's mouth, licking around and moving back and forth against the walls of his mouth. Yang Xiaotian responded passionately and enthusiastically to his grandmother Feng Ziling's tongue.

Feng Ziling trembled. If she had been passive during the previous kiss, she had now become passionate and proactive. Her fragrant little tongue entwined forcefully with Yang Xiaotian's tongue, pursuing unparalleled pleasure, their mouths touching, tasting each other's saliva. Yang Xiaotian held his grandmother Feng Ziling's smooth, soft, and tender tongue in his mouth, thirstily consuming the saliva on her tongue as if drinking sweet nectar, swallowing it in large gulps.

Feng Ziling's bright, beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her fair and delicate cheeks flushed red, and her breathing grew heavier. She hugged her grandson, Yang Xiaotian, even tighter. Yang Xiaotian could clearly feel his grandmother Feng Ziling's full, swollen breasts rising and falling against his chest. That wonderful contact stirred his heart, and he couldn't help but greedily and forcefully caress Feng Ziling's wet, soft breasts, swallowing their saliva, as if he wanted to devour her delicate tongue whole.

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