The morning light was just beginning to filter through the leaves when Mo Li finally opened his eyes. His demonic qi had stabilized beautifully, surging several levels after drawing on Qin Rou's lush yin.
Beside him, Qin Rou was still kneeling in the dirt, robe loosely draped over her shoulders, face flushed and dazed. Her cultivation had also leaped forward, but there was a restless, unsatisfied shimmer in her qi that betrayed her Yin Furnace Body's hunger.
Mo Li chuckled darkly.
"Dress yourself. You wouldn't want your precious sect sisters seeing you leaking my seed all down your thighs, would you?"
Qin Rou blinked slowly, almost like she'd just woken from a deep, fevered dream. Her legs wobbled as she stood, quickly tugging her robe back into place — but it did nothing to hide the small stains at her inner thighs where Mo Li's cum still dripped.
She shifted uncomfortably, thighs pressing together. A soft, embarrassed whimper slipped out as her pussy gave another greedy clench, a tiny droplet sliding free to tickle down her leg.
Her eyes darted up to meet his, dark with shame — and something far more desperate.
"A-Are we… going to do this again next time?"
Her voice was coy, but her lips parted on the last word, as if even saying it made her womb twitch. Her Yin Furnace was still fluttering for more, not nearly satisfied despite how deeply he'd bred her.
Mo Li stepped forward, fingers curling under her chin to tilt her face up. His thumb swept over her lower lip, smearing a bit of dirt mixed with her own dried tears.
"Of course we are.How could I possibly waste such a perfect little furnace?You'll open these thighs for me again whenever I desire."
Qin Rou shivered visibly, her body betraying her again. Her inner walls gave a slow, milking squeeze around nothing, trying to draw in heat that was no longer there.
She swallowed, lashes fluttering.
"I… I wouldn't mind being your… your cultivation partner," she said softly, voice catching on the word.Then, almost breathlessly, with a twisted smile, "I mean… it would be a shame to let this Yin Furnace go to waste."
Her eyes dropped to the ground, but there was a coy, needy tilt to her mouth that gave away how wet the idea made her.
Mo Li's grin turned wicked. His thumb brushed down to her throat, pressing lightly, feeling her racing pulse.
"That's very clever of you.A Yin Furnace Body like yours — it's designed to take in strong yang.The more potent the man, the more your yin flourishes.Your womb was fluttering to be filled before I even truly touched you."
Qin Rou sucked in a tiny gasp, her thighs squeezing together again, hips giving an involuntary roll. Her breath came faster, cheeks burning under the weight of his words.
Mo Li's hand slid lower, palm resting right over her lower belly, feeling the faint pulse of her cultivation core. He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear, voice dropping to a sinful whisper.
"And if you want to keep progressing… you'll need more of my seed.Again and again. Until your greedy little furnace is overflowing."
Qin Rou let out a tiny sob — but her body betrayed her completely. Her womb clenched so violently under his palm that she jerked, a faint gush soaking her undergarments.
"Ah… n-no… gods…!"
Her knees nearly buckled as a small, shameful orgasm rippled through her, her Yin Furnace Body spasming at just the thought of being bred by him again.
Mo Li's mouth curved into a dark smile. He gave her lower belly a soft, almost possessive pat.
"Good girl.Such an obedient little furnace — cumming just from imagining my cock breeding you again."
Qin Rou whimpered, hands clutched to her chest, her eyes glassy with humiliation and reluctant, overwhelming desire.
What… what has he done to me?Why does my body crave it so much…?
She stumbled a step back, adjusting her robes again, trying desperately to compose herself. But her legs were still trembling, and she could feel his seed dripping with every hesitant step.
Before she turned away, her eyes darted to his, cheeks pink, lips parted in a soft, wanton pout.
Mo Li just watched her with a dark, satisfied smirk.
This Yin Furnace is already mine — even if her pride hasn't admitted it yet.And soon, I'll use her again… and again… until that slutty little womb knows exactly who it belongs to.