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Outside the Yunshan Taoist Temple, a man in his early thirties walked slowly along the stone path. Ten years of traveling the world had etched a weathered look on his face, but his eyes were now clearer.
His name was Zheng Zhi, the senior disciple of the Yunshan Taoist Temple and Su Xue's eldest disciple. He had descended the mountain to travel ten years ago and had returned now, middle-aged.
"I'm back at Yunshan Taoist Temple. I wonder if Junior Sister and Junior Brother Lin have achieved their goals? How is Master doing now?"
Looking at the temple, which was much quieter than before, Zheng Zhi couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at how things had changed.
"Has Yunshan Taoist Temple become so desolate?" He wondered, having walked for quite some time without seeing a single disciple.
Just as he was about to enter, he saw a beautiful figure.
Zheng Zhi stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and asked, "Is this junior sister a disciple of Yunshan Taoist Temple? My name is Zheng Zhi, and I am the senior brother of Yunshan Taoist Temple."
"Senior brother!" the beautiful figure exclaimed in surprise.
Zheng Zhi looked up and was immediately stunned.
Before him stood a stunningly beautiful woman he had never seen before. Her slender figure was graceful and elegant, her long, black hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall. Most striking were her full, firm breasts, seemingly about to burst from the thin fabric.
The woman's face was exquisitely beautiful, with a delicate nose, full red lips, and a hint of allure in her eyes. When she smiled slightly, she exuded boundless charm, leaving Zheng Zhi completely mesmerized.
"Senior brother, don't you recognize your junior sister?" Chu Qingzhu's sweet, coquettish voice rang out, making one's body go weak.
Zheng Zhi finally snapped out of his daze and recognized her as his junior sister, Chu Qingzhu. However, this junior sister was far too alluring; her attire today was even more revealing than he had imagined.
A thin, gossamer silk skirt could barely contain her full, rounded buttocks, as if it might burst at any moment. Her long, slender legs were incredibly straight and shapely, with even the finest muscle lines clearly visible.
What was even more captivating were her two large, round breasts, barely concealed by a thin veil, the two nipples faintly visible, incredibly alluring. With every movement, her breasts swayed slightly, as if they might break free at any moment.
Zheng Zhi swallowed involuntarily, struggling to suppress his inner turmoil and remain calm:
"Junior Sister, these past few years have passed, and you...you've changed a lot." Chu Qingzhu's pretty face flushed. This body had been trained to be extremely wanton; anyone with eyes could see it was a body that had been manipulated and developed. Her gaze was somewhat evasive as she said lightly, "Senior Brother is joking..." Zheng Zhi struggled to look away, his heart in turmoil. He remembered the pure and lovely junior sister of the past. Back then, she always followed behind him like a docile little rabbit. She wore two braids, her skin was as white as jade, and her eyes were as big as a doll's. She was as pure as a lily, too beautiful to touch.
However, the Chu Qingzhu standing before him now was completely different from the girl he remembered, both in temperament and figure. She exuded a rich, feminine aura; every inch of her skin seemed to speak of the charm of a mature woman. Especially her large, round, firm breasts, heavy and trembling with her breath, seemed to beckon a man to fondle them.
He had only ever seen such a sight on the prostitutes who had been working in the brothels down the mountain for years.
The contrast between Chu Qingzhu and the previous woman made Zheng Zhi feel dizzy. He suddenly realized he was staring intently at his junior sister's chest and hurriedly looked away, saying in a slightly reproachful tone, "Junior sister, a woman should uphold virtue; how... how could she possibly walk around in such clothes?"
Chu Qingzhu was slightly taken aback, then lowered her head and smiled self-deprecatingly, saying, "Senior brother, you haven't changed..." "What a pity..."
"What's a pity?" Zheng Zhi asked.
"No, it's nothing. Senior Brother is right," Chu Qingzhu said, arms crossed.
"Sigh, Junior Brother Lin, you really made her wear clothes like that. Even if you're a couple, you should be more mindful, you know?" Zheng Zhi assumed this was just some playful banter between Lin Jing and Chu Qingzhu.
Chu Qingzhu didn't know how to explain, so she just agreed to whatever Zheng Zhi said.
"By the way, is Master here? I haven't paid my respects to her yet."
Chu Qingzhu was a little embarrassed. Qin Tian wasn't with her, so her whereabouts were obvious. But just as she was trying to figure out how to get rid of Zheng Zhi, a voice suddenly appeared in her mind. Chu Qingzhu's expression was slightly helpless as she said, "Senior Brother, Master is in the palace. You can go and pay your respects directly."
"Okay, after I pay your respects to Master, call Junior Brother Lin, and we'll have a good get-together." Zheng Zhi said and left.
Chu Qingzhu watched Zheng Zhi's retreating figure, shaking her head slightly. Right now, all she cared about was her master's penis and how to serve him; everything else seemed insignificant.
Zheng Zhi arrived at the door of Fairy Su Xue's palace and gently pushed it open: "Master... Disciple Zheng Zhi has returned from his travels and has come to pay his respects."
After waiting for a long time without receiving a response, Zheng Zhi spoke again: "Master?" He walked into the palace. Upon opening a door, the flickering candlelight inside was instantly extinguished by the cold wind that rushed in, plunging the room into darkness. Just as Zheng Zhi was about to leave, he heard a faint sound behind him: "Mmm... hum..."
That sound, so faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet clearly audible, like the moan of a beautiful woman in her boudoir, entered his ears from behind, seemingly carrying a touch of magic that was irresistible.
"Master?!"
Hearing that alluring moan, Zheng Zhi's heart pounded wildly. He tentatively asked again in a soft voice, but it was too dark to hear in the room.
"Hmm...hiss...ah..."
A few more soft moans escaped her lips, seemingly from injury, suppressed groans of pain. Zheng Zhi's heart tightened. Was his master injured?
He walked further inside. The intermittent sunlight filtering through the window revealed the disarray of the fairy's boudoir:
A light white gauze dress lay sprawled on the floor, conspicuously like a withered lotus flower. A pair of jade-green high-heeled shoes were askew. A light blue gauze undergarment and black lace panties were carelessly discarded beside the bed. The pink satin, smooth and thin, exquisitely crafted, was stained with a sticky, damp substance. The air was thick with a pungent, yet arousing, scent of lust.
What shocked Zheng Zhi even more was that beside his fairy master's clothes were men's boots, though they were covered in a thick layer of dust, clearly accumulated from days without washing. Aside from that, there were no other traces.
"This…"
Seeing such an absurd scene, no one could accept it. At this moment, two figures on the bed were intertwined, rising and falling. Although the curtains obscured the view, Zheng Zhi could still vaguely see his master kneeling on the bed, her slender hands supporting her soft mattress, her head buried in the pillow, only her slender waist, full hips, and long, jade-like legs visible.
"Ugh…"
Boom…
A thunderclap seemed to resound in Zheng Zhi's heart. Looking at the two figures hidden by the curtains, a man's genitals were thrusting into a woman's body, and the woman was kneeling like a female dog.
*Gurgle...gurgle...*
The sounds of intense physical contact echoed throughout the boudoir. Her snow-white buttocks were arched high, and she lay panting heavily on the bed, her long, black hair disheveled. Her beautiful eyes were hazy and alluring, her rosy lips exhaling fragrant breaths, her nostrils flaring as she gasped for air.
"Master?!"
Zheng Zhi was shocked. Although the bed curtains obscured the view, allowing only a faint silhouette, he could see that the woman on the bed was as light as a feather, ethereal and dreamlike. Her gentle, melodious moans, like a dream, made him wonder if he was dreaming. Yet, the biting cold wind and the sound of the torrential rain told him that this was not an illusion. How could this be?
"Master, is that you? Why…"
"Mmm…"
Su Xue turned her head, her stunningly beautiful face flushed crimson, her half-closed phoenix eyes brimming with desire, her thin lips slightly parted as she breathed out a fragrant breath: "You… how dare you barge in! Get out of here!" As soon as she finished speaking, Zheng Zhi stood there dumbfounded, unsure how to react, his mind a complete mess:
"Master, you… how could you be like this… this scene… what is going on with this person!" Su Xue was breathtakingly beautiful, ethereal and captivating. Even with a man pressing against her buttocks, her hands braced on the bed, her unparalleled beauty and otherworldly aura still seemed to overwhelm everything in the world, making her seem untouchable.
However, the man behind her wore a lewd grin. He was tall and strong, and his large penis was thrusting into the honeyed orifice of Su Xue, the first female swordswoman of the Western Regions and the abbess of Yunshan Taoist Temple, with relentless, frenzied thrusting!
"Such a tight, tender cunt… Hahaha, no wonder you're hailed as the world-renowned 'Female Swordswoman,' beautiful, big-breasted, even your cunt is top-notch!"
"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were the top courtesan of some brothel. So tight, so satisfying." The man was incredibly arrogant, violating such a beautiful and aloof goddess while still being verbally abusive, his words even more outrageous, actually comparing her to a "brothel prostitute."
"What did you say?!"
Zheng Zhi was enraged, a surge of resentment rising within him. Why would his beautiful master, Qingxian, be defiled by such a man? There must be some reason why.
"Heh, kid, this is none of your business. If you want to pay respects to your master, wait until I've had my fun. Now you can get out."
Qin Tian's words ignited Zheng Zhi's fury, but as Qin Tian thrust forward, Su Xue's soft, languid moans flowed like water. Her alluring, seductive voice sent shivers down Zheng Zhi's spine. He desperately wanted to rush over and stop her, but Su Xue's words rendered him immobile.
"Zheng Zhi, you go outside and wait for your master."
Zheng Zhi felt a tightness in his chest. Just as he was about to leave, he heard her moan and instruct, "Ugh... remember... to close the door later... ah... so deep..."
"Okay..."
Zheng Zhi almost gritted his teeth to squeeze out the word. He wanted to turn and leave immediately, but a glimpse out of the corner of his eye showed the man pulling off his master's sheer veil from her body and throwing it to the floor from behind the bed curtains. Zheng Zhi felt utterly humiliated.
"What a fucking slut! She always looks so cold and aloof, so noble and dignified, who knew she liked being fucked like a dog!"
*Slap! Slap!*
The man grabbed Su Xuexian's waist and pulled her backward, his hips slamming into her buttocks with increasing force. At the same time, his rough, fat hands grabbed her breasts and swayed them, slapping her snow-white flesh with the rhythm of his thrusts, producing a lewd, crisp sound.
"Mmm...uh..."
Attacked in her sensitive spot, Su Xue, the fairy, closed her beautiful eyes tightly, her delicate brows furrowed, her slender neck arched, her face flushed with a blush of desire, and her red lips let out a seductive moan: "Eee...ah..." "Oh! You slut!"
Seeing this, the man grabbed her slender waist with both hands and pressed her down, his two thick arms wrapping around her plump waist, thrusting wildly into her smooth, tender flesh.
"So tight!"
Slap! Slap! Plop...plop...
The man had made the aloof, beautiful sword fairy's eyebrows as delicate as willow leaves in early spring, her face as beautiful as peach blossoms in March, and her pristine body half-melted, involuntarily responding, wanting the man's penis behind her to penetrate even deeper.
The room was filled with the rapid, crisp sounds of thrusting and wanton moans. No one knew who this man was, that he could make the number one female swordswoman of the Western Regions kneel and submit to his pleasure.
"Mmm...ah...uh..."
The noble, aloof, and stunningly beautiful Su Xue was completely powerless against Qin Tian's advances, forced into a dog-like position, allowing him to ravage her at will.
"Hehe...slut! Bitch! What kind of damn swordswoman are you? I'll fuck you to death!" Suddenly, Zheng Zhi saw the beautiful woman on the bed, who was being fucked and moaning, raise her head, her body tense, her arms braced on the sheets, her full, firm breasts swaying like waves, her slender waist arched like a crescent moon, her round buttocks raised to reveal her white mounds, and her vulva glistening with wetness. Her slender, jade-like body resembled a spirited steed with a graceful waist and flowing mane; her stunning silhouette, visible even in the depths of her boudoir, was like snowflakes gathered in the moonlight. Her delicate hands gripped the white sheets tightly, her jade-like feet curling and digging incessantly… With a deep, muffled swallow, the man's abdomen thrust forward violently, his tall figure contrasting sharply with the ethereal beauty of the aloof fairy. However…
"Ugh… so hot…"
A long, melodious moan from Fairy Su Xue echoed in her chamber. Zheng Zhi felt his blood freeze. What was happening?
Could it be that the man had defiled his most beloved, revered, and respected fairy master?!
*Smack!*
Another powerful thrust pushed the aloof and delicate fairy to her limit once more, the sound of her plump, snowy buttocks colliding echoing crisply.
"Mmm...ah...uh..."
Su Xue was pinned to the bed, completely unable to move. She could only raise her snow-white buttocks high, allowing the man to pour his thick, viscous semen into her secret place. At that moment, her tightly closed vulva slightly opened, and the clear, viscous, hot semen instantly filled her pink flower chamber, making the beauty tremble. Her beautiful face flushed crimson with intoxication, and she bit her lower lip to suppress a moan.
"Hiss...so good!"
Only after squeezing all the semen from his scrotum did the man withdraw his limp penis from her body.
He comfortably dressed and fastened his belt, then slapped her plump buttocks with a smile: "You slutty bitch, I never get tired of fucking you. Your disciple is coming to pay his respects, so I'll give you half a day off." A breeze blew into the bedroom through the window, lifting a corner of the bed curtain.
Zheng Zhi stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the limp, snow-white body lying on the bed before him. His once dignified and beautiful master now had glazed eyes, panting heavily, her full, round breasts heaving with each breath. Her lower body was a mess; her pink vulva was wide open, milky white semen overflowing from her swollen, red vagina, flowing down her buttocks and pooling on the floor.
This sight was far too stimulating for any man. Zheng Zhi felt an unbearable heat coursing through his body, and his penis began to stir. But anger quickly overwhelmed him. He grabbed the man by the collar and demanded an answer.
"Who are you? How dare you treat my master like this!" Zheng Zhi's voice trembled with rage. His gaze was fixed on Qin Tian, his eyes filled with murderous intent—clearly the result of a life tempered by blood and fire.
Upon hearing this, Qin Tian wore a playful smile. With a gentle wave of his hand, a powerful aura surged towards Zheng Zhi like a tidal wave. Before he could react, the force struck him squarely in the chest, sending him flying like a broken kite, smashing several precious magical artifacts.
The intense pain temporarily erased his memory of what had just happened. Zheng Zhi struggled to get up, only to find his bones aching and weak, as if they were shattered.
At this moment, Qin Tian's voice slowly drifted into his ears.
"Your slutty master is nothing but a ripe, wanton bitch under my crotch. Isn't it only natural for me to sleep with her? What's it to you?"
Zheng Zhi gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain as he half-knelt to his feet. Looking up, he met the man's contemptuous gaze. The intimidating power in that gaze sent a shiver down his spine. He had seen that kind of look before; it was usually reserved for high-ranking figures.
"You beast! I'll kill you..."
Zheng Zhi, his anger simmering with uncontrollable rage, was determined to fight Qin Tian even with his injured body. But Qin Tian's disdainful expression only fueled Zheng Zhi's fury.
Just then, Su Xue, the fairy on the bed, recovered from her climax and sat up, saying softly:
"Zheng Zhi, don't be ridiculous, let him go."
"Wh...what, but..."
"I said, let him go."
Zheng Zhi deflated like a punctured balloon, his eyes lifeless.
"Hmph! If it weren't for the fact that your master's cunt squeezed me so well, you would have been dead already." Qin Tian chuckled, picking up the light gauze he had thrown on the floor before wiping away the remaining semen from his glans and tossing it away casually before swaggering out of the room.
Zheng Zhi couldn't bear to see his master's body, ravaged by Qin Tian, and stood to the side with his head down, filled with resentment and confusion.
Su Xue Fairy got out of bed. Her jade-like body, violated by Qin Tian, still possessed a radiant beauty. Her clear eyes sparkled as she glanced at Zheng Zhi, knowing he was deeply distressed. In truth, she herself felt the same way.
But she couldn't live without Qin Tian. Her body had become Qin Tian's exclusive tool for sexual gratification. Today, Qin Tian had shown her some decency; otherwise, she might have suffered even more brutal manipulation.
Picking up the light gauze from the floor and putting it on, her sword-fairy demeanor undiminished, Zheng Zhi gritted his teeth and said, "Master… this dress is torn to shreds…"
"I know," Su Xue Fairy said, refusing to say anything more. She put on the torn clothes, barely covering her mature and alluring body.
"Sigh..."
Su Xue glanced sideways, her brows lowered, and sighed softly. The alluring demeanor she had just been swayed by Qin Tian's advances had instantly turned icy cold. Even with the man's semen and saliva still clinging to her soft breasts and slender body, it couldn't mask the faint fragrance and aloofness.
"In these past years, many things have happened at Yunshan Taoist Temple. If you accept this, you can continue to stay there. You won't lack cultivation resources in the future. If... sigh... then our master-disciple relationship is over." Zheng Zhi looked at Su Xue in disbelief, his voice trembling, "Master! You're severing our master-disciple relationship for that man?"
"Just for that guy's penis! How could you, the number one female sword immortal of the Western Regions, submit to a man like a prostitute... ah... Master, I'm sorry... I spoke without thinking..." Realizing his mistake, Zheng Zhi knelt on the ground and quickly apologized.
To his surprise, Su Xue wasn't angry. Looking at her eldest disciple, Zheng Zhi, she knew he was as upright as his name suggested. Even with her own son, Lin Jing, present, she probably would have been tempted to leer at him with a lustful gaze.
But Zheng Zhi was different. Since Qin Tian left, he had kept his head down, showing no sign of overstepping his bounds.
"You're right, I'm no different from a prostitute now. Think about it carefully. I'm tired, after all, Master has been fucking me since yesterday..."
After Su Xue finished speaking, the bed curtains fell again, concealing her voluptuous body once more behind the light gauze.
Zheng Zhi bit his lip, turned, and left.
Out of Su Xue's chambers, his face was terribly grim. He remembered Chu Qingzhu, whom he had seen earlier; her appearance was almost identical to his master's, and his anger flared even more.
"This must have been caused by that guy. I must stop it all, restore my junior sister, master, and Yunshan Taoist Temple to their original state, and set things right!"
Zheng Zhi walked until he reached the back mountain, where there was a grave. Although his master didn't come often, someone would be there.
Sure enough, he saw a thin figure before the tombstone.
"Junior Brother Lin, long time no see." Zheng Zhi stepped forward and sat down beside Lin Jing.
Lin Jing looked at Zheng Zhi, somewhat surprised: "Senior Brother? You've finally returned." Zheng Zhi nodded and said, "Yes, I'm back. I'm sorry, you must have suffered a lot while I was gone."
"Do you know about Master's situation?" Zheng Zhi asked directly.
Lin Jing frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong, Mother?"
"Don't try to hide it. I saw it all when I went to pay my respects to Master..." Zheng Zhi clenched his fist, gritting his teeth as he continued, "That guy went too far! He treated Master like a prostitute, toying with him and making a complete mess of him. We can't let this go unpunished."
Lin Jing: "..."
Zheng Zhi: "We brothers will work together to drive that guy away. If that doesn't work, we can kill him. Although he's powerful, I've seen powerful cultivators die at the hands of the weak during my travels. Once we get rid of him, Master won't have to be coerced by him anymore."
Lin Jing: "..."
Zheng Zhi talked a lot about his plan: how to get rid of Qin Tian, how to restore Su Xue to normal, and how to make Yunshan Taoist Temple glorious again.
But while he talked a lot, Lin Jing didn't say a word.
Zheng Zhi sensed something was wrong and looked at Lin Jing, asking, "Junior Brother Lin, what's wrong?" Lin Jing, who had been keeping his head down, slowly raised it. Seeing Lin Jing's eyes, Zheng Zhi was startled; they were bloodshot, crimson eyes, like the suppressed rage of a demon.
"You said...you saw..."
"What did you see?!"
"Tell me!"
Zheng Zhi was somewhat frightened. Junior Brother Lin seemed so angry; could it be that he hadn't known his master was being manipulated?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. His own mother had been raped like a prostitute; how could a son not be angry?
Considering this possibility, Zheng Zhi recounted everything he had seen in the palace to Lin Jing in utmost detail.
He didn't see much else. While Qin Tian was having sex with Su Xue, the bed curtains provided some cover. Although a slight breeze lifted the curtains afterward, allowing him to see Su Xue's eyes rolling back and her vagina still leaking semen, she was lying face down, so he couldn't see some of her vital parts. He then lowered his head and didn't look again.
"You said you saw Mother's naked body..."
"You saw Mother being fucked by him..."
"You also saw Mother's expression after being internally ejaculated into orgasm..."
"You also saw the semen flowing from Mother's vagina..."
"Did you see Mother's big breasts?"
"Did you see Mother's big buttocks?"
"Did you see Mother's vagina?!"
"I...I didn't...The visibility in the room was poor, and the bed curtains were blocking the view...I didn't dare look too much...Junior Brother Lin, what's wrong? Are you alright..." Zheng Zhi swallowed hard. He felt that Lin Jing's appearance at this moment was ten times more terrifying than the demonic cultivators he had seen down the mountain. "Oh... I didn't see clearly..." Upon hearing Zheng Zhi's hesitation, Lin Jing's slightly ferocious expression instantly returned to calm, as if she had lost interest in the matter.
"What a great opportunity..."
Zheng Zhi was starting to question his existence. He had only been traveling for ten years; ten years was but a fleeting moment for cultivators. But why had everything changed in such a short time?
His pure and gentle junior sister had become lewd and wanton; his dignified and aloof master had become a sex slave; and even he, his junior brother, seemed different.
"Oh, right, Senior Brother, you just said you wanted to stop him from continuing to rape my mother and restore everything to normal?" Lin Jing looked at her senior brother, her tone frighteningly calm.
"Yes, Junior Brother Lin, that's your own mother. We can't just watch her be violated. We need to do something." Although Zheng Zhi sensed something was off about Lin Jing, he couldn't figure out why, so he assumed she had been provoked.
"After things return to normal, will my mother no longer be raped by him?"
"Junior Brother Lin, listen to me..."
"Will my mother no longer be raped by him?"
Zheng Zhi: "Yes, then we can go back to our old life. I believe we can do it. Even if that person is high-ranking and powerful, even if that person's cultivation is strong, none of that is a reason for him to humiliate my master and your mother like this. Think about it, not only my master, but also my junior sister. Don't you love Junior Sister Chu the most? To protect her, and to save your mother..."
"Senior Brother is right..." Lin Jing smiled slightly.
"Senior Brother, you're so kind. You've always taken care of me. I've always considered you my own brother. You haven't changed..."
Lin Jing stepped forward and hugged Zheng Zhi. Zheng Zhi felt a warmth in his heart. He had been an orphan since childhood and was taken in as a disciple by Su Xue. Later, Su Xue returned from outside one day and became pregnant, giving birth to Lin Jing.
Although he didn't know why his master was pregnant, nor what had happened during that time, he knew he had gained a younger brother.
"I've always considered you my brother... We've always... Ah!!" Zheng Zhi suddenly screamed in agony. He shoved Lin Jing away, looking down in disbelief at his chest. There, a dagger lay embedded in his heart.
"You... why... why..." Zheng Zhi coughed up a mouthful of black blood. The dagger was imbued with divine and demonic power.
Zheng Zhi didn't understand why Lin Jing would suddenly kill him...
But he probably already knew. The divine and demonic power had directly shattered his heart and annihilated his soul.
Lin Jing stood up and calmly approached Zheng Zhi's corpse. He pulled the dagger from his heart, and the blood gushing from Zheng Zhi's chest seemed to be drawn away, transforming into thin streams that flowed from his chest, coiling around the dagger and being absorbed little by little.
"I'm sorry, Senior Brother, you want to stop Mother from being raped? I won't allow it. You don't know, you don't understand... how exciting and pleasurable it is for your own mother to be raped like a bitch by another man."
"Senior Sister being raped isn't enough for me anymore. Now I just want to see Mother raped into a slut's state. That's all I want, and you still want to come back and stop me."
"I have no choice but to kill you..."
Lin Jing's expression was calm as he spoke these words. The dagger in his hand, after absorbing Zheng Zhi's blood, was slowly changing, transforming into a short sword.
Lin Jing turned his head, looking towards the direction of the mountain. There, a figure was standing, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Senior Sister..." Lin Jing's expression was indifferent, his eyes devoid of any love as he looked at Chu Qingzhu.
"Junior Brother, you...you killed Senior Brother!" Chu Qingzhu stared in shock at the two, one alive and one dead. She never expected Lin Jing to do such a thing.
"Senior sister, your scent is gone..." Lin Jing's eyes turned crimson. "You don't have that intoxicating smell anymore. Didn't Senior Brother Qin fuck you today?"
"Master was in your mother's room today..." Chu Qingzhu took a few steps back in fear. This Junior Brother Lin before her felt unfamiliar and frightening.
"I see... No wonder you seem so ugly to me now... Senior sister, go find Senior Brother Qin and let him fuck you. When you're back to what you used to be, with your womb filled with semen, your body covered in his marks, and your high heels stained with semen, come back to me. That's when you'll be at your most beautiful." Lin Jing's aura was extremely strange, his body even shimmering with a chaotic light, and the phantom of a sword-wielding demon god flickered behind him.
"Why that expression?"
"I don't mind your relationship with Senior Brother Qin anymore. I support you becoming Senior Brother Qin's sex slave. Wouldn't you be happier that way? You can let Senior Brother Qin's big cock thrust into you without any restraint. Why are you looking so sad?"
Lin Jing tilted her head, looking at Chu Qingzhu with confusion.
"Junior Brother Lin... I'm sorry... It's all my fault..." Chu Qingzhu covered her mouth, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
"Why apologize?" Lin Jing smiled coldly, then a sickly expression appeared on his face. "I should thank you. This is what I wanted, this is what I pursued. You opened this door for me. This wonderful feeling is truly irresistible."
"Go find Senior Brother Qin..."
"What you have now is unbearable for me."
Chu Qingzhu glanced at Zheng Zhi's corpse on the ground, then at Lin Jing, whose face was cold and even showed disgust in his eyes. She said, "Junior Brother Lin, take care in the future."
Chu Qingzhu no longer felt guilty about her past relationship. She had already done enough for Lin Jing.
To put it bluntly, she was just his senior sister. They hadn't become Daoist partners, nor had they had any physical relationship. Who she chose as her man, whose sex slave she became, and who she was with was none of Lin Jing's business.
The same went for Su Xue. Su Xue was Lin Jing's mother, not his woman. Choosing who she slept with was perfectly natural.
Meanwhile, deep within the magnificent Heavenly Palace, in a luxurious bedroom beside the Jade Pool, heavy curtains swayed gently in the morning breeze beside a lavishly carved nanmu bed, faintly revealing a naked man and woman on the bed.
Qin Tian lay half-reclined on the brocade quilt, his muscles flowing powerfully, his chest rising and falling slightly with his rapid breathing. Nestled in his arms was a stunningly beautiful woman, Gong Xiaoyue.
This woman, renowned as the Mother of the Great Dao, was now obediently nestled in Qin Tian's arms. Her cascading black hair was loosely draped over his chest, a few strands playfully slipping into the crevice between their pressed bodies. A thin layer of sweat glistened on her slender neck, and her delicate collarbones, slightly sunken due to gravity, formed a perfect curve with her two proud, full breasts.
Qin Tian gently raised his arm, stroking Gong Xiaoyue's smooth back. Her skin was as delicate as the finest silk, warm to the touch, an exquisite sensation.
Qin Tian's hand slowly moved down, landing on her full, pert buttocks. They were round and plump, incredibly elastic, like exquisite porcelain. Qin Tian's fingers greedily kneaded them, feeling their amazing elasticity, while admiring the ecstatic expression on Gong Xiaoyue's face.
"Mmm...you naughty boy..." Gong Xiaoyue whimpered, squirming slightly, trying to escape Qin Tian's clutches. But this movement only brought their bodies closer together, further arousing Qin Tian.
He leaned down and whispered in Gong Xiaoyue's ear, "Baby, stop it, let me touch you a little longer." Hearing this, Gong Xiaoyue didn't stop squirming; instead, she rubbed against him even more vigorously.
Qin Tian chuckled and lightly patted Gong Xiaoyue's firm, elastic buttocks, eliciting a sweet moan from the beauty in his arms. His gaze then shifted to a round bronze mirror above their heads, its surface gleaming with a faint, eerie light. The image reflected in the mirror was incredibly lifelike.
The image depicted Lin Jing parting ways with Chu Qingzhu after murdering Zheng Zhi.
"You're really naughty. You're going to ruin this little guy," Gong Xiaoyue couldn't help but laugh, her voice tinged with mockery.
Qin Tian sneered, saying, "That's about enough."
Gong Xiaoyue's eyes were filled with seductive allure. One slender hand gently caressed Qin Tian's chest, feeling his firm, powerful muscles. Her other hand slipped between her legs, softly stroking her already sore and wet private parts. An atmosphere of lewdness instantly filled the air, creating a utterly absurd scene.
Qin Tian's fingers casually traced a trail of hot marks across Gong Xiaoyue's back.
"My cuckolding game with him is almost over," he murmured, a hint of barely perceptible anticipation in his voice.
Gong Xiaoyue remained noncommittal. To her, Lin Jing possessed the inheritance of a demon god, which was a direct attack on her sore spot. Even if Qin Tian didn't act, she would find a way to eliminate Lin Jing.
"I'm leaving. When I return to the Qin Clan, I will deal with the darkness. I won't let you be devoured." Qin Tian looked at Gong Xiaoyue's incredibly familiar face, reached out and lifted her delicate chin, bringing her beautiful face to his.
A glimmer of anticipation welled in Gong Xiaoyue's eyes. Her red lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids. Qin Tian lowered his head, his lips and tongue covering her cherry-like mouth without hesitation.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, as if as one. The kiss was passionate and deep, as if trying to melt them into each other in this entanglement.
Qin Tian's large hands naturally caressed Gong Xiaoyue's full breasts, feeling their softness and elasticity. With his kneading, Gong Xiaoyue's body quickly responded, her breath coming in soft gasps, her whole body heating up. Her long legs involuntarily wrapped around Qin Tian's waist, tightly encircling him.
The two rolled onto the wide bed, embracing each other. The air was thick with desire. Qin Tian's tongue explored Gong Xiaoyue's mouth, teasing her delicate tongue, eliciting sweet moans from her.
At the same time, his palms covered her entire breasts, sometimes squeezing, sometimes kneading, his skillful touch stimulating every nerve in her body.
Gong Xiaoyue's breasts, aroused by passion, became even more firm and full, their pink nipples erect, like two tempting cherries.
Qin Tian's lips lingered on hers.
After the kiss, the scenery around Qin Tian vanished, and he returned to the Yunshan Taoist Temple.
Qin Tian didn't linger, striding through the ornate corridor of Su Xue's palace.
Pushing open the palace door, Qin Tian saw Su Xue sitting before her dressing table, meticulously combing her long, cascading black hair.
Hearing the door open, Su Xue slowly turned her head, her beautiful eyes widening instantly, her face showing undisguised surprise and shyness.
"M-Master? Why are you here?" Su Xue asked, stammering, her voice trembling slightly.
Qin Tian smiled wickedly and slowly walked towards Su Xue. "What, are you unhappy to see me?"
"H-How could I..." Su Xue lowered her head, an alluring blush spreading across her fair cheeks.
At the same time, she could clearly feel her vaginal opening contracting uncontrollably, a warm current quietly surging forth.
Just as Su Xue was lost in her thoughts, Qin Tian had already walked behind her, his large hands resting on her slender shoulders, then slowly moving downwards, tracing her smooth back, finally stopping on her full, pert buttocks.
"Master..." Su Xue couldn't help but let out a soft moan, raising her hands to push him away, yet not daring to truly resist.
Qin Tian pulled Su Xue into his arms, his hot breath brushing against her sensitive ear, saying, "Let's go somewhere else."
Without waiting for Su Xue's reply, Qin Tian led her away from the palace. The two walked through a dense forest, arriving at the back mountain, finally stopping before a dilapidated stone tablet.
Seeing Qin Tian bring her here, Su Xue's pupils contracted, but she quickly regained her composure.
"This is your deceased husband, isn't it?" Qin Tian asked with a smile, looking at the photo and name on the tombstone.
"Yes," Su Xue nodded.
"Look at you, not even dressed formally to mourn your deceased husband. Change your clothes." Qin Tian's smile grew even more wicked as he tossed a set of clothes to Su Xue.
Su Xue's fingers trembled slightly as she carefully unbuttoned her robe. As the clothes slipped down, her mature and voluptuous body was instantly exposed to the moonlight. Her full, rounded breasts swayed gently, her nipples standing proudly erect. Her slender waist was easily encircled, and her long, white legs were intertwined, as if inviting every man in the world to join her.
Qin Tian narrowed his eyes, brazenly surveying the beautiful scene before him. He already had a complete plan to develop this once aloof and unapproachable female swordswoman.
"Too slow!" Qin Tian snapped impatiently. "Hurry up and change into the clothes I prepared for you." Su Xue bit her lip, suppressing her shame and guilt.
She knew she shouldn't do this, but her body had completely become Qin Tian's plaything. She elegantly put on the silver satin lingerie that barely covered her private parts; the gossamer-thin fabric clung to her skin, revealing her full breasts and moist genitals.
Next was an almost transparent white gauze dress. The soft material fluttered in the wind, beautiful and alluring like angel wings. But this thin layer couldn't conceal the alluring scenery beneath; instead, it accentuated Su Xue's mature feminine charm.
Finally, a pair of pearl-chain garter stockings, their delicate patterns extending from her thighs to her ankles, made Su Xue's long, slender legs even more captivating. She wore crystal high heels, making her figure appear even more upright and elongated.
Su Xue stood up, graceful and elegant, every inch of her skin seemingly offering a silent invitation, tempting one to kiss her.
But now, she stood before her deceased husband's grave, allowing another man to admire her alluring figure. This sense of transgression filled her with both excitement and fear, an uncontrollable fire of desire burning within her.
Qin Tian clapped his hands, praising, "You are truly beautiful, simply a natural beauty." Su Xue gritted her teeth, forcing herself to calm down, despite the surging shame within her. The once most renowned female swordswoman of the Western Regions had been forced to submit to a despicable man, enacting a lewd and absurd spectacle before her deceased husband's grave.
Qin Tian walked behind Su Xue, his hands slipping under her armpits, greedily kneading her soft, full breasts. "Su Jianxian, you look truly alluring. I wonder what your ex-husband would think if he saw this?"
Su Xue trembled, pleading softly, "Master...please...not here..." Qin Tian sneered, abruptly turning Su Xue around, forcing her to meet his gaze. He said, "A bitch used for lust has no right to bargain with me. I'll say where I fuck you, and all you have to do is offer up your little hole, understand?"
Before he finished speaking, Qin Tian's hands roughly probed between Su Xue's legs. His rough fingers thrust in and out of her sensitive, delicate flower path, causing Su Xue to let out a suppressed moan.
"Ah...I...I know...so...so comfortable..." Su Xue's words were laced with gasps, her eyes gradually becoming hazy. Despite the guilt in her heart, her body had long since become accustomed to Qin Tian's touch, and she reacted involuntarily.
Qin Tian leaned down and sucked hard on one of Su Xue's nipples, while his other hand reached behind her back and skillfully unhooked her bra. Her breasts, now unsupported, bounced out, gently brushing against Qin Tian's face.
"So wet already? You really are lewd," Qin Tian teased, his fingers penetrating deeper into her flower path, feeling the tight suction.
Su Xue shook her head and cried out, "No...ah...stop...I really can't take it anymore..." However, Qin Tian ignored Su Xue's pleas, instead increasing the speed of his fingers' thrusts. Soon, a warm stream of nectar overflowed from deep within her flower path, wetting his palm.
"Are you more excited in front of your husband?" Qin Tian held up his wet palm, showing it triumphantly to Su Xue.
Su Xue was filled with shame and indignation, trying to look away, but Qin Tian forcibly turned her head back.
"Open your mouth," he commanded.
Su Xue resignedly closed her eyes and slowly opened her mouth. Qin Tian inserted his honey-scented fingers into her mouth, stirring them inside.
"Lick it clean. You must lick every last drop of your own filth." Qin Tian enjoyed the pleasure brought by Su Xue's soft tongue.
"Introduce yourself to your husband. It's been so long, he probably doesn't know yet." Su Xue sobbed, swallowing the liquid in her mouth with difficulty, looking at her husband's tombstone, choking out, "I... I am Su Xue... the abbess of Yunshan Taoist Temple... now... my master's... sex slave..." Qin Tian nodded in satisfaction and withdrew his fingers. "Very well, then begin your work." Su Xue paused for a moment, then understood Qin Tian's meaning. She knelt on the ground, her slender fingers trembling as she unzipped Qin Tian's pants. A hot, hard, enormous object sprang out, striking her cheek heavily.
"Show your husband your transformation," Qin Tian said leisurely, sitting before the tombstone.
She knelt before Qin Tian, her slender, graceful body pressed against his lap. Her cascading silver hair draped over her bare, snow-white shoulders, and her jade-like arms clung to his thighs. Su Xue buried her stunning face between his legs, beginning to gently and intimately suckle him…
"Mmm…mmm…uh…uh…"
Between her red lips and soft moans, her silky tongue roamed, constantly sweeping across the shaft. Su Xue passionately buried her face in his penis, occasionally looking up to deliberately let Qin Tian see the erotic beauty of her red lips performing oral sex.
Qin Tian, his hands entwined in Su Xue's flowing hair, cradled her head, watching a throbbing penis slide in and out of her delicate lips, filling her mouth completely. A wave of intense pleasure washed over him… Su Xue, performing oral sex on Qin Tian, instinctively ran her snow-white hands across his thighs, her beautiful eyes occasionally filled with love as she watched the ecstatic Qin Tian. She changed her techniques, quickly cleaning and licking the penis until it was perfectly clean and erect.
Qin Tian felt a tingling pleasure rise from his spine. He looked down at Su Xue, who was diligently serving him, and a wicked smile crept onto his lips.
"I think I taught you more than just this."
Su Xue's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. She raised her eyes to meet Qin Tian's provocative gaze, then smiled slightly. The next second, she used all her skills to please the enormous, both loved and hated, member in her mouth.
Her nimble little tongue circled the edge of the glans, occasionally poking at the sensitive urethral opening. Her lips tightly enveloped the shaft, sucking and massaging it. Occasionally, she would release her mouth, using her two delicate white hands to stroke it up and down, ensuring every corner was cared for.
Sometimes Su Xue would swallow the entire shaft, her throat instinctively undulating; other times, she would spit out half of the shaft, focusing only on the most sensitive head. Her technique was astonishingly skillful, as if she had served countless men in this way before.
Qin Tian leaned against the tombstone, enjoying this unprecedented and ultimate experience. He closed his eyes, letting out low, labored breaths.
"Mmm...not bad...a little harder...yes...right there..." Su Xue was completely absorbed in the oral sex, utterly lost in the moment.
She would sometimes gently nibble at the glans with her pearly teeth, sometimes smear the shaft with saliva until it glistened. Her nose constantly inhaled the masculine scent, a stimulation that made her unable to control herself; her flower path continuously secreted sticky love fluid, sliding down her snow-white thighs.
Qin Tian looked down at this once noble and aloof beauty, now kneeling before him like a female dog, wholeheartedly pleasing him. The satisfaction brought by this conquest far surpassed physical pleasure, and he decided to reward this well-behaved sex slave.
"You've done very well. Now, get on top of me."
"Yes, sir."
Soon, the next moment, Su Xue's snow-white, graceful body, like a female dog in heat, knelt on all fours on her ex-husband's tombstone, her pert, full buttocks swaying up and down, creating waves of alluring snow.
Su Xue, her back to Qin Tian, arched her back, spreading her long, firm legs wide, revealing her already wet and swollen vulva, exposed to the assault of his erect penis.
Qin Tian, holding his monstrous penis, rubbed it against Su Xue's overflowing, lustful entrance, then thrust in all the way! The thick, massive member tore through her tight passage, slamming heavily against her soft, yielding core, driving her to the brink of ecstasy, almost making her faint.
Qin Tian's hands slapped roughly against Su Xue's pert buttocks, making a crisp sound.
"Slut, arch higher!" he growled, his lower body pounding violently into the woman's vulva.
Su Xue obediently raised her buttocks, her hands bracing against the cold stone tombstone. Her eyes were glazed as she gazed ahead at her deceased husband's gravestone, and now she was being fucked like a whore by another man.
"Ah...uh...Master...it's too deep..." Su Xue moaned uncontrollably. "I'm sorry...Mingqing...it feels so good to be fucked by someone else while I'm here with you...my pussy is going to be ruined..." Mingqing was her deceased husband's name.
Qin Tian sneered, grabbing Su Xue's hair and pulling it back, forcing her to tilt her head back to face the tombstone. "Take a good look at your husband's portrait, tell him how lewd you are now!" With that, he thrust hard a few more times, his enormous penis almost piercing Su Xue completely.
Su Xue twisted her waist to meet the man's thrusts behind her, her eyes fixed on the plain-looking man on the tombstone—her once beloved husband. Now, she was completely subjugated to Qin Tian, a plaything he could take at will.
"I'm sorry… Mingqing… it feels so good…" Su Xue stammered, "Master's penis is bigger than yours… more skillful… I can't resist it… ahh… I'm going to climax… I'm going to cum…" With a final scream, Su Xue's body trembled violently.
Qin Tian felt a warm liquid splash on his glans and thrust even harder. "You slut, being fucked to orgasm by another man in front of your husband's grave excites you that much?" Su Xue nodded weakly, panting heavily. "Yes… Master… give me… let me climax… let him watch me reach my peak…"
Su Xue's full breasts swayed violently with Qin Tian's movements, occasionally slapping against the cold tombstone. Each collision sent shivers down her spine, a mixture of pleasure and guilt. This contradictory emotion only fueled Su Xue's arousal; she even began to relish the sensation of her large breasts slapping against her deceased husband's photograph.
"Mingqing...I'm sorry...forgive me..." Su Xue murmured, her eyes fixed on her deceased husband's smile on the tombstone—the face that had once been the most beautiful in her heart, now one she could only watch helplessly as she succumbed to the abyss of desire.
Qin Tian coldly observed the woman's infatuation, a perverse sense of satisfaction rising within him. He flipped Su Xue's body against the tombstone, flattening her breasts and raising her buttocks high.
Then, he began a new round of assault.
"You're such a slut, you really need to be fucked." Qin Tian slapped Su Xue's buttocks hard, feeling the vibration in his palm. "I really want your good-for-nothing ex-husband to see how slutty you are now!" Su Xue's breasts pressed tightly against the tombstone, the cold touch stimulating her sensitive nipples, a stark contrast to the hot, throbbing penis thrusting in and out from behind. Her large breasts were squeezed into a persimmon shape, displaying her most private side to her deceased husband.
"Yes... Master... I am a slut who needs to be fucked..." Su Xue murmured absently, "Let Mingqing see enough... see what his favorite breasts look like... my pussy has been developed even better by Master..." Qin Tian listened with satisfaction to the woman's moans, plowing even harder. The sounds of their union, "glug glug," mixed with the "slap slap" of flesh colliding, were particularly jarring in the quiet back mountain.
Qin Tian suddenly pulled out his penis, and Su Xue felt a sudden emptiness. She turned to look at Qin Tian, her eyes filled with longing and confusion.
Qin Tian chuckled coldly, reaching out to knead Su Xue's buttocks. "Don't rush, you slut, your master isn't satisfied yet." He said, extending two fingers and slowly inserting them into Su Xue's tight anus.
"Ah...there...no..." Su Xue couldn't help but cry out, her body involuntarily twisting. Although it wasn't the first time her anus had been penetrated, the pleasure each time was still irresistible.
Qin Tian mercilessly thrust his fingers in and out until her anus gradually relaxed. He smiled with satisfaction, straightening up and pressing his still-wet penis against the entrance.
"Ready, you little slut? Let your ex hear your moans as your backdoor is being penetrated." Before the words were even finished, Qin Tian thrust his penis into Su Xue's body. Su Xue let out a high-pitched scream, her legs instantly giving way. She barely managed to support herself, her breasts swinging wildly, occasionally brushing against her deceased husband's photograph.
"Mingqing...I'm sorry...it's really too big..." Su Xue moaned intermittently, "My asshole is going to split open...but it feels so good...Master...please fuck me harder...let all of me belong to you..." Hearing Su Xue's pleas, Qin Tian increased the speed of his thrusts, each one penetrating deep into Su Xue's depths, causing her whole body to tremble uncontrollably. He freed his hands and wantonly kneaded Su Xue's plump buttocks, occasionally slapping them hard.
"You slut, explain yourself to your ex-husband," Qin Tian commanded. "Tell me how good it feels to have your ass fucked right now!"
Su Xue tried to suppress her shame, but couldn't control her body's reaction. She lowered her head, her long hair falling messily over her chest, obscuring most of her face. "Ming Qing..."
Su Xue's hoarse voice trembled with tears. She turned her head so her husband on the tombstone could clearly see her expression.
"I'm sorry... darling... my asshole has also been opened by my master... it really hurt at first... but it felt so good... I'm no longer the wife who belonged only to you..." Qin Tian became even more excited at her words, his thrusting becoming even wilder. He grabbed Su Xue's hair, forcing her to look up at the tombstone.
"Well said, continue!"
Su Xue endured the tearing pain in her anus while simultaneously experiencing a strange pleasure amidst the shame. She felt herself teetering on the edge of collapse, her reason being slowly devoured by desire.
"Mingqing...look...you've seen it all..." Su Xue said through tears, her voice laced with barely concealed excitement. "Master's penis is thrusting in and out of my ass...my juices are dripping onto your tombstone.
...I've become someone else's plaything...I can never go back..." Qin Tian, aroused by Su Xue's lewd words, gripped the woman's round buttocks tightly, feeling their softness and maddening tightness.
"Since that's the case, let your husband see just how despicable you are!" Before the words were even finished, Qin Tian began thrusting violently, each stroke almost blasting Su Xue's soul away. Su Xue's moans echoed throughout the cemetery, mingling with the sounds of flesh colliding, like a lewd symphony.
"Ah...it's going to break...my asshole is going to be ruined..." Su Xue cried out ecstatically, "Mingqing...look at me...I'm going to be fucked to orgasm by my master...I'm going to squirt...forgive me...Xue'er is already unable to control herself..."
With a final moan, Su Xue's body convulsed violently.
Su Xue's body convulsed violently as she screamed and reached orgasm. Streams of warm liquid gushed from deep within her passage, sliding down her thighs, some splashing directly onto the cold tombstone.
Qin Tian admired the beautiful sight before him with satisfaction. Su Xue's exquisite body moved freely in his hands. He slowly withdrew his penis, and her pink anus immediately contracted, trying to return to its original tightness.
"Not bad, you slut." Qin Tian patted Su Xue's bright red buttocks. "Looks like you really like this. We'll have to do it more often, until you're completely loosened up." Su Xue slumped to the ground, trembling slightly at his words. The afterglow of her climax hadn't faded, and new desires were already stirring within her. She turned her head, looking at the photo on the tombstone, and murmured, "Ming Qing... I'm sorry... but I was truly happy..."
Qin Tian squatted down, his fingers casually probing into her still-twitching vagina. He stirred, drawing out a string of glistening fluid. "Do I need to apologize? Look at the mess you've made here." He deliberately smeared the fluid from his hand on Su Xue's face.
Su Xue closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze was no longer evasive. "Master is right..." she whispered. "I don't need to apologize... I'll just serve Master well from now on." Qin Tian raised an eyebrow, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled, "Very good, this is the little bitch I like." As he spoke, he deeply inserted his fingers into Su Xue's honeyed depths, feeling the layers of tender flesh enveloping her.
Su Xue let out a pleasurable sigh, pressing her body against Qin Tian's embrace. "Master... I want more..." her voice was pleading, her eyes gleaming with a hungry light.
Qin Tian chuckled and patted Su Xue's cheek. "Don't worry, I won't let you off easily." Meanwhile, behind Ming Qing's grave, Lin Jing was squatting, holding his breath, his gaze fixed intently ahead.
There, his beloved fairy mother was being pressed against his father's tombstone by a man, emitting intermittent moans.
He knew that this man must be Senior Brother Qin, and only he could have his fairy mother, so beautiful as a celestial being.
The Fairy Mother's usual dignified and noble demeanor was now completely gone. Her long, black hair fell in disarray, obscuring her exquisite face. Her revealing lingerie was pulled up to her waist, exposing her snow-white legs. The man's rough hands gripped her slender waist, his thick, long penis thrusting in and out of her.
Although the tombstone obscured the most exciting part, Lin Jing was still aroused. As someone who had been strictly disciplined by Su Xue since childhood, he had never witnessed such a sensual scene.
Now, he finally had the chance to see the Fairy Mother's true face. Watching her so closely filled him with immense excitement.
The man's movements grew more and more violent. The Fairy Mother's moans began to tinge with a sob. Lin Jing's heart pounded. He could clearly see the Fairy Mother's reddened earlobes and her slightly trembling body. At this moment, he even hoped that the man would use more force, to reveal an even more unbearable side of the Fairy Mother.
"No...please, Master..." The fairy mother's tearful words reached Lin Jing's ears, making him tremble all over. Was this the high and mighty fairy mother? She always had a stern face towards him, but now she was begging for mercy under a man's penis.
Lin Jing's hand unconsciously slipped inside his pants. This forbidden scene overwhelmed him. The thought of his noble fairy mother being treated this way filled him with a strange excitement. The sounds of Su Xue's interrupted scolding and gentle caresses still seemed to echo in his ears. And now, his high and mighty fairy mother had become someone else's plaything.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" The sounds of flesh colliding reached Lin Jing's ears clearly. He could see his fairy mother's shoulders shaking with each impact, beads of sweat sliding down her neck. Her helpless state only fueled Lin Jing's madness.
Suddenly, Su Xue seemed to notice something, turning her head to glance in the direction Lin Jing was hiding. Lin Jing quickly retreated, his heart pounding.
When he peeked out again, his fairy mother had been turned over, her back against the tombstone. From this angle, Lin Jing could only see her profile and part of her body.
Lin Jing pressed himself tightly against his father's grave, feeling his heart pounding. The Fairy Mother's gaze had clearly swept over them; though veiled by the thick white mist, he could still feel the oppressive aura emanating from her. Fortunately, she was currently completely absorbed in the pleasure of being violated and hadn't actually come to check on him.
"Gently...gently..." the Fairy Mother pleaded, biting her lip, her hands weakly pushing against the man's chest. But her seemingly resistance only fueled his bestiality. He grabbed her wrist, slamming her against the tombstone and thrusting even more fiercely.
Lin Jing's eyes reddened. The Fairy Mother, sacred and inviolable in his eyes, was now like a helpless lamb, being bullied at will. The cold words she usually used to reprimand him had now transformed into melodious moans.
Each deep and shallow thrust sent the Fairy Mother's body trembling. Lin Jing noticed that even in this state of extreme shame, she maintained a unique elegance. Her long hair remained neatly draped, and even with sweat soaking her clothes, she exuded an indescribable charm.
The man's hands roamed over her skin, each touch causing the Fairy Mother to tremble slightly. Lin Jing's gaze followed the suggestive movements, a longing to touch her himself. He knew this was a desecration of his mother, but the more he thought about it, the stronger the twisted pleasure became.
Suddenly, the Fairy Mother tilted her head back, letting out a long-suppressed sob. Lin Jing knew it was a sign she was about to reach her climax.
Sure enough, soon after, she collapsed limply into the man's arms, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure.
The man showed no sign of letting her go. Instead, he lifted her legs and began a new round of conquest. The fairy mother leaned weakly against the tombstone, too weak to even speak, only able to gasp softly with each thrust. Her tearful eyes occasionally glanced in Lin Jing's direction, filling him with both terror and intense excitement.
Lin Jing's hands were now uncontrollably groping his own clothes. He craved to see more, to hear more. The fairy mother, usually so aloof and superior, was now being wantonly violated by a man at her father's grave. This stark contrast nearly shattered his reason.
A light rain began to fall from the distant horizon, soaking the fairy mother's clothes, but she paid no heed. She simply closed her eyes, enduring the relentless thrusts. Lin Jing felt himself suffocating; the morbid pleasure was almost overwhelming him.
The night rain intensified, beginning to obstruct Lin Jing's vision.
Unable to see his mother being brutally violated, Lin Jing grew increasingly agitated. He wanted to continue watching, to continue listening, but the rain obscured his vision, and the sound of the rain drowned out his mother's moans.
Unconsciously, he had left the grave and arrived at the tombstone.
But the two figures were long gone. Standing before his father's tombstone, Lin Jing's bloodshot eyes seemed to see his mother lying on the tombstone, being brutally penetrated.
Then Lin Jing noticed some liquid on the tombstone that hadn't been washed away by the rain—his mother's vaginal fluid, gushing from deep within her vagina during orgasm.
It seemed like a reward left for him.
But under the wash of the rain, this fluid quickly mingled with the water. Lin Jing, like a madman, pounced on the tombstone, licking it incessantly, making strange noises.
It was unclear whether he was licking the raindrops from the sky, or his long-gone mother, or perhaps the name on the tombstone…
Meanwhile, at the Peach Garden Immortal Nunnery.
Master Jingchen was meditating. Her tall, graceful figure sat serenely on a lotus platform, eyes slightly closed.
This place was separate from reality, a small world created for her. Unlike the dark clouds and heavy rain outside, here the sun shone brightly. The scorching sunlight pierced through the clouds, bathing Jingchen in a golden glow.
She wore a semi-transparent silk robe, beneath which glimpses of her fair skin were faintly visible. Her enormous breasts, easily over seven feet long, were barely concealed by the fabric, two cherry-red nipples peeking out from under the thin gauze. They rose and fell gently with her breath, occasionally releasing droplets of milky white that trickled down her chest through the robe. Master Jingchen said, "Amitabha… My Buddha-nature has dissipated, the Joyful Sutra is complete, it's time to emerge from seclusion." Master Jingchen parted her lips slightly, a smile playing on her lips. Every gesture exuded elegance, yet her incredibly full breasts trembled gently with each movement, glistening milk seeping from her nipples, sliding slowly down her rounded bodies, shimmering with a seductive sheen in the sunlight.
She stood up, her large breasts swaying slightly with the movement, the white flesh rippling in waves. Below her slender waist were full, pert buttocks, their round, moon-like shape captivating the eye. Her long, straight, and powerful legs, clad in lotus-patterned shoes, added to her ethereal aura.
Master Jingchen said, "Without lust, all sentient beings are afflicted; without indulgence, all actions are devoid of life." "This is the Great Joyful Dharma. This body of mine is indeed the best material for cultivating the Great Joyful Dharma. Although my cultivation is not as high as before, it is perfectly suited. I only await the development of this body, and to cultivate the Great Joyful Dharma with a destined person, so that I may reach the highest realm of the Dharma."
As she spoke, her robe slipped slightly, revealing more of her white skin. The two cherry-red nipples on her chest became even more prominent in the sunlight, and milk flowed slowly down her deep cleavage, forming an alluring silver line.
Master Jingchen clasped her hands together, silently reciting the Great Joy Sutra. Her robe slid down her smooth shoulders, revealing her incredibly voluptuous body. She thrust her chest forward, letting her heavy breasts sway in the air. Her two cherry-red nipples were already erect, and the milk that oozed from them was increasingly fragrant. With each breath, a soft gurgling sound could be heard—the sound of her mammary glands secreting milk.
She bent slightly, letting the robe slide completely to the ground. Her breasts drew a graceful arc in the air, and suddenly two streams of thick, white milk spurted from her nipples, like a heavenly rain, gathering into a small pool on the ground. Where the milk had been sprayed, tender green shoots sprouted.
With a smile, Master Jingchen slowly parted her legs, one hand caressing her already moist private parts. She gently parted the thick pubic hair, revealing the pink stamen. With a soft pop, a slender finger probed into her flower path.
Master Jingchen: "The Great Path of Joy is also contained within." She slowly withdrew her finger, drawing out strands of glistening love fluid, and she seemed to have entered a profound and mysterious state of enlightenment.
Master Jingchen: "This physical body is both appearance and truth. All beings possess a heart of joy; why suppress one's nature?"
Her other hand caressed her large breasts, her fingertips gently kneading the erect nipples. Milk gushed forth, her legs trembling slightly, her petals opening and closing with the movement of her fingers, like a cherry-red mouth, speaking of endless desire.
Master Jingchen: "This is the true essence of the Great Joy Sutra; only through the union of Yin and Yang can perfection be achieved." "My vulva is the path to the gate of joy." She slowly withdrew her fingers, then used two to part the pink petals, revealing the rosy flesh within. The flesh was gently undulating, as if beckoning, and clear love fluid flowed down the flower path, forming a small puddle on the ground.
Master Jingchen: "This body is both a vessel for crossing the world and our paradise of joy." Her mons pubis was full and thick, covered with a meticulously manicured dark forest. The petals were a pale pink, like cherry blossoms in the morning light. The folds within the flower path were clearly visible, gently contracting and expanding with her breath, exuding an alluring fragrance.
Soon, Master Jingchen's whispers faded, and a burst of Buddhist light shone behind her head, a great radiant image appearing behind her—the reward for her perfect understanding of Buddhism.
At this moment, she attained Buddhahood.
"I have attained Buddhahood; from this day forward, I am the Buddha of Lustful Breasts!"
Jingchen spread her arms, her Buddha-light illuminating the earth. Her lustful breasts sprayed like sweet rain, her flesh nourishing her destined one. She made a grand vow: this person will only be saved.
"I have come to find you, my destined one, my destiny, my…master…"