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Qin Tian stood in the center of the training ground, the bronze sundial behind him slowly turning, its pointer entwined with a phantom image of a human-headed serpent, radiating an ancient and mysterious aura.
Time around him seemed to be manipulated by an invisible force, sometimes accelerating, sometimes freezing. The scenes of the four seasons alternated around him: spring blossoms, autumn harvests, summer heat, winter snow—as if countless cycles had passed in an instant.
This was not an illusion, but the real alternation of the four seasons, the surrounding environment and rules completely disrupted.
Across from Qin Tian, Su Xue stood with her sword, her bare feet touching the ground. The seasons changed constantly beneath her feet: spring grass sprouted, summer flowers bloomed, autumn leaves fell, winter snow blanketed the ground—as if each step she took traversed a different time and space.
Her snow-white dress was semi-transparent, its slit reaching almost to her thighs. The fabric barely covered her firm breasts, and the extremely short hem just barely concealed her shapely buttocks. With each step, glimpses of her cleavage were revealed. The loosely tied waistband seemed poised to slip down at any moment, making her voluptuous figure appear exceptionally alluring.
She bent slightly, resting her hand on her sword, her full breasts almost completely exposed, her back smooth and bare.
Originally, this beautiful and noble female swordswoman should have founded her own sect and been revered by the world. But now, her provocative attire and her mature, alluring body proclaimed her status as a subservient slave.
Su Xue was even more seductive than before. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, swaying gently in the wind. Her face was exquisitely alluring, her eyes slightly upturned with affection, her lips parted slightly, exuding a delicate fragrance. Every gesture she made radiated the unique charm and allure of a mature woman.
A vibrant, crimson bodice was draped over a sheer, gossamer-like fabric, highlighting her prominent nipples. A cinched waist accentuated her slender figure, and the high slit of her skirt revealed the secrets of her inner thighs.
This attire completely obscured any semblance of a swordswoman's aura; she was nothing more than a temptress to be defiled.
Qin Tian smiled slightly and beckoned to Su Xue, signaling her to attack.
Su Xue nodded, a resolute glint in her eyes. She took a deep breath, and her sword energy erupted, making her seem to merge with the sword.
"Master, be careful..." Su Xue warned, slowly approaching Qin Tian with her sword drawn, each step causing her full breasts to heave and tremble.
After taking a few steps, her long, jade-like feet vanished from her spot, replaced by a streak of silver light that shot towards her.
As the sword tip thrust forward, Su Xue's entire body leaned forward, her soft, white breasts heaving violently, almost leaping out of the thin fabric. The fluttering gauze revealed large expanses of snow-white skin, her smooth shoulders and most of her breasts fully exposed.
Her slender waist sank, her rounded buttocks rising high, a corner of her dress lifted by the wind, revealing her smooth, unclothed back. Her peach-like breasts rose and fell with her breath, stretching the already delicate fabric to its limit.
She thrust towards Qin Tian with almost imperceptible speed. The sword in her hand reflected a cold glint in the sunlight, but in the hands of this mature and alluring female swordswoman, it seemed more like some kind of lewd toy.
She was like a rose with thorns, both dangerous and captivating, exuding a deadly charm.
However, just as her sword tip was about to touch Qin Tian's chest, Su Xue's figure abruptly froze. Her beautiful eyes widened, filled with fear and disbelief. She found herself completely unable to move, as if time had stood still for her.
Su Xue remained frozen in her thrusting posture, her full breasts suspended in mid-air.
Then, she felt a strange change begin to occur in her body. Sprouting appeared on her skin, vibrant flowers growing from her flesh and blood, quickly blooming.
These flowers were alluring and beautiful, but they filled Su Xue with immense terror. She could clearly feel these flowers absorbing her life force, spiritual energy, and even the sword energy within her. Her body was gradually covered by the flowers, like a sculpture in a flowerbed, beautiful yet filled with the threat of death.
Qin Tian merely raised a hand. His pupils had turned golden, his eyes chillingly indifferent, like a supreme god looking down upon mortals.
"At the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), spring plague descends, flesh and blood blossom into flowers."
Qin Tian spoke softly, the hands of the bronze sundial behind him turning to the hour of Yin.
Qin Tian slowly approached, admiring the former sword immortal now reduced to a plaything.
He reached out, kneading her soft, white breasts through the thin veil. The soft peaks changed shape in his palm, the pink buds rubbing against his fingers through the fabric.
"Mmm...ah..." Su Xue couldn't help but let out a soft moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure, her breath hot against her lips.
She tried to struggle, but found her body stiff, unable to move even a finger. She could only watch helplessly as her sensitive body grew hotter under his caresses.
But the sight of her flesh and blood sprouting various flowers and plants caused her immense pain. The two sensations intertwined and overlapped within her, almost distorting Su Xue's beautiful face.
Qin Tian roughly tore open the cumbersome veil, and two snow-white breasts sprang forth. He pinched and kneaded these plump, soft fleshes, feeling them grow firmer and hotter in his palms.
"Unleash your cultivation, release all your sword energy," Qin Tian said indifferently, his golden pupils fixed on Su Xue. He increased the pressure of his kneading, causing the full flesh to overflow from between his fingers, leaving red marks.
Su Xue no longer held back. As a senior, she had cultivated for many years longer than Qin Tian. To avoid harming him, she had initially used close-quarters sword attacks.
But now, if she didn't use her full strength, she would truly be drained dry by the plants on her body.
A powerful sword intent erupted from her body.
Instantly, the air within a ten-foot radius around her began to tremble violently.
"Clang!!!"
A clear, resounding sword cry echoed through the heavens and earth. Countless sword energies erupted from Su Xue's body, condensing into tens of thousands of small swords around her.
These small swords were crystal clear, their blades gleaming with a cold light, each containing terrifying power capable of tearing through the void.
"Break!"
Su Xue uttered a soft shout, and the ten thousand swords unleashed simultaneously.
The densely packed small swords transformed into a silver torrent, crashing into the surrounding lush spring plants. Wherever the sword energy passed, tiny cracks appeared in space.
However, although the sword energy swiftly cleared away the surrounding plants, they would all grow back in an instant. Su Xue knew that to break this spring plague, she needed to defeat Qin Tian first!
All the small swords formed from the sword energy immediately changed direction, all thrusting towards Qin Tian. Su Xue, being an experienced senior, almost instantly discovered the weakness of this forbidden technique, but she had still underestimated the Nuwa Forbidden Technique.
The bronze sundial's pointer spun again, and countless profound runes suddenly appeared in the void. These runes shimmered with a ghostly blue light, completely devouring Su Xue's sword energy.
"Crack..."
A crisp cracking sound rang out as the small swords Su Xue had condensed shattered, turning into specks of starlight that dissipated into the air. Her pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, shock appeared on her face.
How could this be?
This was her full-force sword energy!
Even though she was currently restrained and being devoured by the plants on her body, this still possessed seventy percent of her peak power. And judging from Qin Tian's nonchalant manner, Su Xue suspected that even if she used ten times her full power at her peak, she might not be able to harm Qin Tian; she might even be devoured by this terrifying spring plague.
Su Xue bit her lower lip. A crack appeared in her Dao heart. In the past, when she became Qin Tian's sex slave, she still retained a sliver of confidence in her cultivation, but now, even that sliver of confidence is gone. Tears welled in her eyes. Her once-proud cultivation was now utterly useless, leaving her only able to endure his defilement, her entire body trembling slightly.
Qin Tian watched all this silently. The hands of the bronze sundial behind him turned slightly, and time resumed its flow around them.
The flowers on Su Xue's body withered and faded rapidly, turning into specks of light that dissipated into the air.
Su Xue's body finally regained its freedom. She immediately collapsed to the ground, her clothes almost completely removed. Her snow-white body gleamed in the sunlight, with only a thin veil hanging loosely around her waist.
Her pair of full, rounded breasts were completely exposed, rising and falling with her rapid breathing. The nipples, erect from intense passion, were an alluring deep pink. The areolas were small and delicate, surrounded by a ring of fine granules.
Her hem was already rolled up to her waist, revealing her rounded buttocks and long, slender legs. Her private parts were completely exposed, a wet and greasy area. Sparse hair was matted and clung together, and the engorged clitoris was faintly visible.
Sweat streamed down her smooth back, gathering into small puddles in the hollows of her waist. Her inner thighs were covered in a glistening fluid, which slid down slowly with each slight tremor.
She breathed heavily, each inhale making her proud breasts stand even more erect. Her naked body displayed its beauty without reservation, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.
She was like a blooming lotus flower, pure yet wanton, holy yet lascivious.
A gentle breeze swept by, bringing a chill that made her shiver involuntarily, but she had no strength left to cover herself, allowing her mature body to be exposed to the air.
"This...this is the power of Nuwa's forbidden arts?" Su Xue's voice trembled slightly. She looked up at Qin Tian, her eyes filled with awe and a complex mix of emotions.
Qin Tian nodded. The bronze sundial behind him gradually faded, and the surrounding strange phenomena dissipated.
The gold in his pupils faded, returning to a deep, dark black. When he used the Time-Shaped Sundial, he felt as if his dimension had risen a level, transcending the heavens and earth, and he could manipulate the laws of this world at will.
However, the power of the Time-Shaped Sundial was limited; it could only control the seasons and time. If he possessed all of Nuwa's forbidden arts, he might be able to create life with his bare hands.
The aura of a higher-dimensional being dissipated from his body. Qin Tian looked at the now frail and alluring Su Xue, and his lust for the woman arose.
"Come here," Qin Tian said coldly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.
Having served Qin Tian for so long, Su Xue naturally understood why he had asked her to come over. She struggled to prop herself up, her body aching, and crawled towards Qin Tian like a docile female dog.
Her full breasts swayed back and forth with her movements, as alluring as two tender white puddings. The nipples, rubbing against the ground, became even more erect, gleaming a vibrant red.
Her silver hair was disheveled, some strands even tangling around her sweat-dampened body. After all the commotion, the only remaining garment she wore was now gone, leaving only a thin belt hanging loosely around her waist.
Finally reaching Qin Tian, Su Xue extended her slender fingers and carefully unbuckled his belt. Clumsily, she used her teeth to grip the edge of his trousers and pulled them down, her bare upper body involuntarily brushing against Qin Tian's legs.
As Qin Tian fully released, a salty, metallic scent filled the air. Su Xue swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, then obediently leaned in.
She tentatively licked the tip with the tip of her tongue, then slowly took it into her mouth.
Her warm, moist mouth enveloped the hot, hard object. Her nimble tongue traced every fold and wrinkle. She swallowed and released, soft moans emanating from deep within her throat.
Su Xue quickened her rhythm, teasing the most sensitive areas with the tip of her tongue.
One hand worked in sync with her oral movements, stroking the shaft, while the other gently massaged the scrotum. Each time the glans touched her throat, she reflexively tightened her throat, experiencing waves of ecstatic pleasure.
Clear saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her full breasts. Her movements grew faster, her swallowing and spitting more forcefully, each time penetrating as deep as possible into her throat. Even with tears welling in her eyes, she didn't stop.
Suddenly, Qin Tian pressed down on the back of her head.
Su Xue understood and relaxed her throat, letting him thrust freely in her mouth. Each entry and exit brought intense pleasure. Her cheeks flushed red from lack of oxygen, but she continued to serve him diligently.
Salivation mixed with pre-ejaculate slid down her chin, making a mess of her breasts. However, this sight only fueled Qin Tian's interest. He seized the opportunity and thrust again, penetrating deep into her throat…
Su Xue suppressed the urge to gag, using her throat muscles to suck and draw out the invading object. Tears streamed down her eyelashes, yet she still gazed at Qin Tian with pleading, hazy eyes.
At this moment, this once proud sword immortal had been utterly reduced to a tool for pleasing men.
Just then, footsteps sounded in the distance, and a graceful figure appeared before them.
As soon as Qin Wuhun arrived, he saw Qin Tian pressing Su Xue's head down, thrusting forcefully. Su Xue was forced to tilt her head back, tears welling in her eyes, saliva dripping from her lips and soaking her chest.
Qin Wuhun sighed helplessly, his gaze falling on Qin Tian's monstrous penis.
Memories flooded back; the scene in the cave that day, how this thing had rampaged through her rear, was vividly clear in his mind.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but squeeze her legs together, feeling her lower body begin to wet.
"You really are... utterly unrestrained," Qin Wuhun said, taking a few steps closer, his tone both indulgent and reproachful.
She deliberately put on a stern face: "Although this is your personal training ground, it's still daytime, and we're outside..."
Hearing Qin Wuhun's voice, Qin Tian grinned: "Big sister's here." He released Su Xue's hair, gesturing for her to continue.
Su Xue, relieved, gasped for breath, but still didn't forget to lick the massive object before her. As she sucked and swallowed, she glanced at Qin Tian, her eyes filled with longing and desire.
Qin Wuhun strode to Qin Tian's side. Qin Tian had been waiting for a long time. He wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pulled her onto his body. Her soft, full breasts immediately pressed against Qin Tian's firm chest, their astonishing elasticity clearly felt through her thin clothing.
"Hmm..." Qin Wuhun hummed softly, "Don't be silly, people will laugh at you if they see."
She feigned modesty, pushing him away, but her hands, pressed against Qin Tian's chest, didn't exert any force. Qin Tian took the opportunity to tighten his arms, holding her firmly in his embrace.
Qin Tian looked down at his sister's fair cheeks, noticing a blush that had crept across them. Her usually cold phoenix eyes were now rippled with emotion, and even her pursed cherry lips trembled slightly.
"Sister, are you shy?" Qin Tian said with a mischievous smile, "You've missed me terribly these past few days, haven't you?"
"Nonsense." Qin Wuhun turned her face away, unable to hide the blush on her ears.
Despite her words, she didn't try to pull away, remaining nestled in Qin Tian's arms, listening to the wet sounds coming from beneath him, a strange heat rising within her.
Qin Tian looked at Qin Wuhun's expression and chuckled inwardly.
Having tasted the forbidden fruit, he hadn't visited her for several days, much to the dismay of the proud young lady of the Qin clan.
Qin Tian cupped Qin Wuhun's face, leaning down to kiss her soft, cherry-like lips. At first, it was just a fleeting touch, but it quickly deepened into a passionate, deep kiss.
Qin Wuhun hadn't expected Qin Tian's sudden attack, but her eyes softened quickly, and she closed them.
Their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva. Qin Tian's thick tongue forcefully captured Qin Wuhun's delicate, smooth tongue, savoring its sweetness.
At first, she was a little shy, but she quickly responded, her fragrant tongue nimbly exploring his mouth.
Meanwhile, Su Xue, kneeling beside him, continued dutifully sucking and swallowing his penis.
Her naked body swayed with each movement, her two snow-white breasts swinging back and forth, tracing dazzling arcs. Her full breasts sagged heavily, the swollen, glistening nipples engorged with blood.
Su Xue sometimes took them deep into her mouth, sometimes sucked lightly, skillfully teasing the most sensitive spots with her tongue. She looked up at Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun's passionate kiss, and for some reason, felt incredibly unbalanced. She was clearly trying her best to give Qin Tian oral sex, but his eyes were only on Qin Wuhun. So she deliberately made loud smacking sounds, as if declaring her existence and value.
But to her disappointment, even as the penis in her mouth grew harder, Qin Tian still held Qin Wuhun, and the kiss became even more intense.
His tongue domineeringly explored every corner of Qin Wuhun's mouth, sometimes gently soothing, sometimes forcefully plundering.
Their saliva formed glistening silver threads at the point where their lips met. Qin Wuhun's breathing quickened, her pearly teeth parted slightly, and she let out a soft moan. Unconsciously, her arms wrapped around Qin Tian's neck, her entire body pressed against his muscular frame.
Su Xue secretly glanced up and saw Qin Tian enjoying her service while simultaneously engaging in passionate lovemaking with the elegant lady.
The contrast stimulated her even more, her fragrant tongue swirling and rubbing against the massive penis.
Qin Tian then noticed her efforts. He temporarily ended his entanglement with Qin Wuhun, instead stroking Su Xue's smooth back as encouragement.
Praised, Su Xue served him even more enthusiastically.
She stroked his penis while teasing the glans with her tongue, even trying to swallow it deeper, all the way to her throat.
Qin Wuhun leaned against her younger brother, her jade-like cheeks flushed. Her gaze inadvertently drifted to Su Xue, who was buried in her mouth, swallowing him. Although she had already witnessed the lewdness of this senior sword immortal, she couldn't help but feel pity.
"Senior Su Xue is, after all, the head of a sect, a founder of a school," Qin Wuhun said to Qin Tian. "You should at least show her some respect."
Qin Tian smiled dismissively. "Aren't sex slaves meant to please their masters?"
With that, he abruptly pressed down on the back of Su Xue's head, forcing her to swallow even deeper. Su Xue was forced to tilt her head back, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face, but she continued to suckle with all her might.
After a few deep thrusts, Qin Tian pulled his penis out of Su Xue's throat, grinning wickedly as he asked, "Tell me, is it more comfortable to be that revered sword immortal sect leader, or to be your master's slutty bitch?"
Su Xue finally managed to catch her breath, but still obediently replied, "Reporting to Master... ah... Xue Nu would rather be Master's bitch forever... Master's big penis is so delicious... much more comfortable than being any sect leader..."
As she spoke, she licked the purplish-red glans, cleaning off the saliva that clung to it. Her full breasts swayed with the movement, making Qin Wuhun's heart flutter.
"Look how honest she is," Qin Tian said smugly.
Qin Wuhun snorted softly, but didn't refute.
As the young ancestor of the Qin clan, having several sex slaves for her amusement was perfectly normal in her eyes.
The man before her had enough status and position to possess all of this.
After speaking, Su Xue continued to lick intently, her movements becoming increasingly skillful, clearly showing her deep love for this object that captivated her.
Qin Tian nodded in satisfaction; it seemed he could once again bring these two beauties ultimate pleasure today.
"Suck it properly," Qin Tian commanded in a low voice, then grabbed Su Xue's hair and forcefully thrust her mouth in and out like a vagina.
Su Xue was already used to it, showing no aversion whatsoever. Instead, she actively adjusted the angle to facilitate Qin Tian's penetration, her lips tightly enveloping his penis, her tongue skillfully circling it, each thrust precisely stimulating the most sensitive spots.
"Glug...glug..." With each vigorous movement, lascivious sounds filled the air. Qin Tian thrust deeper and deeper, finally penetrating deep into her throat.
Su Xue suppressed the urge to vomit, desperately trying to control her physical reactions. Tears welled in her eyes, her cheeks flushed red, but this did nothing to diminish her superb oral skills.
"Hiss... She's really good at sucking!" Qin Tian could no longer hold back and roared as a large amount of thick essence was poured into Su Xue's mouth.
Su Xue closed her eyes and swallowed it all without hesitation.
Her throat bobbed slightly; no matter how much the penis ejaculated, she swallowed it all. After swallowing the last drop of semen, she carefully cleaned the remaining semen from the penis before respectfully stepping aside.
This was all second nature to her.
The once aloof and cold sword immortal sect leader had now become a slut who would drool at the sight of a penis. Whenever her master ejaculated, she could accurately catch and swallow it, her movements so fluid they were like those of a born harlot.
Qin Tian looked at her obedient appearance and nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, it seems the training has been quite effective."
Su Xue stood meekly to the side, a few drops of semen still lingering at the corner of her mouth. Her absorbed expression clearly showed that she was extremely satisfied and happy at that moment.
Qin Wuhun shook her head helplessly. She said, "I've been staying in the Qin Clan a lot lately, and I'm feeling a bit bored. I want to go out for a walk. Are you going to continue training your female slaves at home, or will you accompany me?"
Although Qin Wuhun gave Qin Tian two choices, the threatening look in her eyes told him that if he chose not to go, he probably wouldn't be able to hug and kiss his beautiful older sister again.
"Is there even a choice? Compared to you, they're not even one ten-thousandth as good as you."
"The West Sea Dragon Palace is holding an auction..." Qin Wuhun said thoughtfully, "They say they've collected some rare and precious treasures, and that there are some unexpected good things, but I don't really know what they are."
As she spoke, she straightened her disheveled clothes.
"What a little rascal!"
Qin Wuhun pulled her collar down slightly, concealing her snow-white breasts. While Qin Tian was kissing her, his hands had been quite restless, pulling her clothes down to her neck, exposing her large breasts.
She then covered her bottom again with her skirt, giving Qin Tian a disgruntled glare. Qin Tian, however, grinned mischievously and reached out to continue kneading her breasts, but she slapped his hand away.
"Stop it!"
Qin Tian chuckled sheepishly, ceasing his teasing, and asked, "The East Sea Dragon Palace, I remember it's a place that never interacts with the outside world, so why would it hold such a grand auction?"
"I find it strange too. The East Sea Dragon Palace is always isolated from the world, yet this time it's open to everyone," Qin Wuhun frowned.
Qin Tian: "No interest. I'd rather go cultivate with my female slave."
"You dare!" Qin Wuhun snorted coldly, then said, "Do you still want to marry me?"
"Then, is my eldest sister willing to marry me?" Qin Tian asked with a mischievous smile.
"Hmph, let's see how you behave." Qin Wuhun looked at Qin Tian's cunning expression and knew that her naughty younger brother was teasing her again.
"Fine, to marry my beautiful sister, I'll go with you."
"It's like you're asking me to do something. It's just accompanying me out for some fun." Qin Wuhun rolled her eyes at Qin Tian, then left the embrace she felt a little reluctant to leave.
She glanced at Su Xue, then looked back at Qin Tian, instructing, "Be careful. If you get them pregnant and ruin our Qin clan's bloodline, it won't be so easy for you to marry me. At least until I become your wife, they can't get pregnant."
Qin Tian: "Don't worry, I'll be careful."
The Qin clan wasn't just any ordinary cultivation family; their bloodlines were strictly controlled. The birth of a new bloodline couldn't be hidden and would be detected by the family immediately.
If he got Su Xue, Chu Qingzhu, and Jing Chen pregnant, while he wouldn't face any consequences, marrying Qin Wuhun wouldn't be so easy.
Qin Wuhun was, after all, the eldest daughter of the Qin clan, of noble status. Many elders already opposed her feelings for Qin Tian, feeling it was like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung. If Qin Tian had children with some female slaves and became a father, gaining the family's approval would be even more impossible.
"Then we'll set off tomorrow, just the two of us." Qin Wuhun glanced meaningfully at Su Xue.
Qin Tian smiled and said, "Just the two of us."
…
On the East Sea, the vast expanse of blue waves stretched out. Today, the East Sea Dragon Palace, unlike its usual secluded and isolated state, sent invitations to various forces in the Immortal Realm, announcing an unprecedented auction.
The news caused a stir in the Immortal Realm, with countless successors and disciples flocking to see what was happening.
Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun stood side by side on the shore of the East Sea.
Qin Tian wore a long black robe with a dark gold belt around his waist, appearing composed and reserved. A silver-white mask covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of deep, star-like eyes that subtly conveyed a sense of coldness and arrogance.
Standing beside him was Qin Wuhun, clad in a snow-white long dress, the hem fluttering gently in the wind like a blooming white lotus. Though a thin veil obscured her face, her exquisitely curvaceous figure was enough to ignite desire.
Especially her breasts—round, full, and plump, showing no sign of sagging—appeared particularly magnificent, as if about to burst from her clothing.
Her figure was slender and graceful, her waist as delicate as a willow, her every step exuding an innate elegance and nobility. Even with the veil concealing her face, her breathtaking beauty remained undeniable.
"The East Sea Dragon Clan has always been reclusive, so this sudden commotion is rather interesting," Qin Tian said, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Qin Wuhun chuckled softly, his voice as melodious as a clear spring: "Maybe they've been holding back for too long and want some fresh air. Let's go in."
The two smiled at each other and then stepped into the sea.
Beneath the ocean, the Dragon Palace stood majestic and magnificent. Its walls were crafted from crystal, refracting a rainbow of colors. Countless luminous pearls adorned the palace's ceiling, illuminating the entire palace as if it were daytime.
The surrounding seawater was kept at bay by an invisible force, forming a massive water curtain, as if the entire Dragon Palace was enveloped in a dreamlike blue halo.
The palace's interior was lavishly decorated. The floor was paved with bricks made from deep-sea pearls, each step feeling like walking on clouds.
"So luxurious! Even a single tile from this floor could sell for a fortune!" Qin Tian had barely finished speaking when he saw someone actually digging at a tile.
However, they were quickly chased away by various shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
Qin Wuhun, however, didn't look at the luxurious Dragon Palace. Instead, she focused her attention on certain corners. She cultivated the Law of Cause and Effect, and her eyes could see the cause and effect of the world.
Qin Wuhun's gaze swept across every corner of the palace, quickly noticing some unusual details.
Behind the magnificent decorations, several deep cracks were faintly visible on the walls in some corners, as if they had been forcibly cleaved open by some powerful force.
There were also some traces of battle on the ground that hadn't been completely cleaned up. Although deliberately concealed, they still didn't escape Qin Wuhun's eyes.
"It seems this Dragon Palace hasn't been peaceful lately," Qin Tian chuckled. Having noticed these anomalies after Qin Wuhun's warning, he too had observed them.
The sea creatures and dragons who came out to greet the guests wore warm smiles, but their eyes revealed an undisguised heaviness and anxiety.
Even the usually arrogant dragons seemed somewhat distracted at this moment.
"Their acting skills aren't very good," Qin Wuhun chuckled softly, a hint of teasing in his voice. Qin Tian nodded, saying calmly, "It seems this auction is much more interesting than we imagined."
The two showed no unease; on the contrary, they were quite intrigued by the unusual situation. As direct descendants of the Qin clan, they were used to observing everything from a high vantage point. Whatever the East Sea Dragon Clan was plotting, to them, it was nothing more than an entertaining game.
Shortly after Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun stepped into the Dragon Palace's main hall, a commotion suddenly arose outside.
Immediately afterwards, a group of cultivators in ornate robes escorted a young man inside. The man wore a long purple-gold robe, embroidered with a ferocious black dragon, making him appear extremely ostentatious.
His face was handsome, but his eyes held a sinister air, and a cynical smile played on his lips.
He was thin and frail, his shoulders slightly hunched, his steps unsteady, clearly the result of years of indulging in wine and women.
His face was pale with a sickly ashen hue, his eyes sunken, dark circles under them, as if he hadn't slept in years.
His eyes were long and narrow, the pupils cloudy, carrying a cold and greedy light, like the gaze of a venomous snake eyeing its prey.
"It's Mo Wushang, the young sect master of the Xuanming Black Abyss!" someone in the crowd whispered in surprise, their tone filled with awe and fear.
Mo Wushang, the young sect master of the Xuanming Black Abyss, possessed a powerful background and immense influence.
While the Xuanming Black Abyss wasn't as transcendent as the Qin Clan, it was still considered one of the top powers in the Immortal Realm, especially their sect master, Mo Tianxing, whose cultivation was extraordinary, his methods ruthless, and whose name struck fear into the hearts of all.
As Mo Tianxing's only son, Mo Wushang was spoiled rotten from childhood, becoming arrogant and unruly.
Mo Wushang's appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Many powerful figures rushed forward to curry favor, their faces plastered with obsequious smiles.
A middle-aged cultivator approached, smiling, and said, "Young Sect Master Mo, you've come too! I knew this occasion couldn't be complete without you. Speaking of which, I've met your father once before, we..."
Mo Wushang glanced at him, sneered, and interrupted him: "Who do you think you are, daring to speak to me?"
The cultivator's face stiffened, but he dared not utter a word of complaint, and could only awkwardly retreat to the side.
Mo Wushang's gaze swept across the hall, suddenly stopping on a sea creature girl.
The girl was a clam spirit, with a beautiful face and slender figure, standing timidly to the side.
A wicked glint flashed in Mo Wushang's eyes. He strode over, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look up.
"Not bad looking," Mo Wushang said flippantly, as if stating something perfectly ordinary.
The girl's face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
She had long heard of Mo Wushang's infamous reputation. Rumors circulated that women he fancied suffered horrific fates—some were tormented to death, some were turned into puppets, and some were never even found.
She bit her lip, forcing back her fear, and pleaded in a low voice, "Young Sect Master, please spare me… I'm just an ordinary maid, I'm not worthy of your…"
The Dragon Palace guards standing by, seeing this, turned pale but dared not step forward to stop it.
Mo Wushang, seeing this, sneered, "What, don't you Dragon Palace people even know this basic etiquette? It's your good fortune that I've taken a liking to you."
After speaking, he casually waved his hand, pushing the girl to his henchmen, as if she were merely a plaything to be disposed of at will.
"Keep an eye on her. Tonight, after I've finished my 'big business,' I'll have my way with her, and then she'll be yours."
The lackeys who followed Mo Wushang immediately shouted that their young master was righteous and dragged the terrified girl away.
An elder from the Dragon Palace, barely suppressing his anger, stepped forward with a fawning smile, "Young Sect Master Mo, you've come from afar, you must be tired. Please take a seat, the auction will begin shortly."
Mo Wushang glanced at him sideways and scoffed, "Indeed, there are better items at the auction."
The elder's expression changed, but he dared not refute, only forcing a smile, "Young Sect Master Mo is right, those items are better."
Mo Wushang snorted coldly, ignoring him, and walked straight to the most prominent seat in the center of the hall, as if that seat had been prepared specifically for him.
Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun witnessed everything.
Qin Wuhun looked at Qin Tian with a serious expression and whispered, "This guy is comparable to you, but why do I find him so annoying?"
Qin Tian stroked his chin, pondering, "When I did this before, did everyone look this obnoxious?"
Qin Wuhun was immediately amused, her beautiful eyes forming crescent moons, and said, "Now you know, right? You, the number one playboy in the world, are way more obnoxious than him."
"No, there's still a slight difference."
"How is it different?"
"Like this?"
"I'm more handsome than him, and you can tell from his weak appearance that he doesn't exercise or take care of his health. Although I didn't cultivate before, I took very good care of myself. I could sleep with ten women in one night and still be full of energy the next day, and even ten more would be enough."
Qin Wuhun and Qin Tian were already very close. After all, she had even had her anus penetrated and given Qin Tian oral sex. It could be said that except for the hymen inside her vagina, which Qin Tian hadn't broken yet, she had basically given herself entirely to him. Hearing him say this, she didn't seem too shy.
"Really?" Qin Wuhun looked at Qin Tian suspiciously and continued, "I heard that you once had to lean against the wall to get out of the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion the next day?"
"Uh… that day was an accident…" Qin Tian scratched his head.
"Oh, I heard you suddenly booked all the mature women at the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion, planning some kind of mature woman rape party, where you'd single-handedly take on twenty-six top-tier mature and alluring immortal women!" Qin Wuhun didn't mind Qin Tian's womanizing ways; as long as he truly loved her, that was enough for her.
Qin Tian: "Damn, those traitors, they told you everything."
Qin Wuhun knew so much detail; there must be a traitor in his group of playboys!
"By the way, if you like mature and charming women so much, why do you want to marry me?" Qin Wuhun asked curiously.
Qin Tian walked behind her, gently put his arm around her waist, and inhaled the faint fragrance of her hair.
"Indeed, those mature women are really comfortable to fuck. Their vaginas are tight and sucking, their breasts are big and soft, it's especially exciting to play with them." His tone carried a hint of nostalgia, but mostly doting. "But that's just physical pleasure."
He rested his chin on Qin Wuhun's shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe: "I love you, I love everything about you, not just your body."
"It's not because I'm pretty, have big breasts, and am easy to fool?" Qin Wuhun asked suspiciously.
"You do have some self-awareness, knowing your breasts are big." Qin Tian secretly pinched Qin Wuhun's full breast.
"Are you kidding me?" Qin Wuhun blushed, her small fists starting to pound Qin Tian's chest. There were people all around, Qin Tian was incredibly bold.
Their movements seemed to have grown a bit.
Mo Wushang's gaze swept towards Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun.
When he saw Qin Wuhun, a flash of amazement crossed his eyes. Even though her face was veiled, her beautiful eyes alone were enough for him to tell he was a rare beauty.
Moreover, her figure was impeccable. He could say he had never seen such a perfect figure in his life—curvaceous, with a slender waist and long legs. Especially her enormous breasts, which seemed about to burst out of her white dress; just one glance was enough to make one's blood boil.
"I never expected to encounter such a gem here." Mo Wuhun licked his lips, gazing at the woman before him with infatuation. A thought rose in his mind: he must possess this woman.
"I am Mo Wuhun, the young sect master of the Xuanming Black Abyss. May I ask how this fairy is addressed?"
Mo Wuhun took a step forward, his eyes fixed on Qin Wuhun, his gaze lingering on her body.
Qin Wuhun frowned. Although she acted like a submissive woman in front of Qin Tian, never getting angry even when teased, that was only because it was Qin Tian who was teasing her.
For someone like Mo Wushang to approach her was tantamount to suicide.
But since she rarely had a date with Qin Tian, she didn't want to ruin her good mood, so she simply said, "I don't know you."
Seeing Qin Wuhun about to turn away, Mo Wushang stepped in front of her, blocking her path, and then gave her a meaningful smile: "This fairy is extremely beautiful. Would you mind removing your veil so this young master can catch a glimpse of your beauty?"
Qin Wuhun glanced at him coldly, her tone indifferent: "You are not worthy."
Mo Wushang's face darkened. This woman had defied him time and again. What use was her beauty if she was still a cheap whore to be fucked in bed?
Just as Mo Wushang was about to lash out, he suddenly felt an invisible pressure, as if a mountain was pressing down on his heart.
A chill ran down his spine, and he subconsciously glanced at Qin Tian beside Qin Wuhun, only to find that the other merely glanced at him indifferently, his gaze filled with a condescending indifference.
He had been focused entirely on Qin Wuhun, paying no attention to the man with the silver mask beside her.
Mo Wushang was startled, vaguely sensing that these two were not simple, but accustomed to arrogance, he didn't dwell on it, merely letting out a cold snort and withdrawing his gaze.
However, he still made way for them.
Although he was arrogant and domineering, bullying men and women, his father had taught him from a young age not to act rashly before knowing the other party's identity.
This was why he hadn't suffered any setbacks despite his arrogance for so many years.
He possessed considerable intelligence on the travel plans of disciples or successors of forces that their Xuanming Black Abyss couldn't afford to offend. As far as he knew, those untouchable entities hadn't sent anyone to participate.
For example, the Qin Clan hadn't announced their participation in this auction.
As long as they weren't from the Qin clan, even if they offended a force stronger than the Xuanming Black Abyss, at most they would only have to apologize and receive some benefits from their father.
Mo Wushang's gaze was dark as he stared at the departing figures of Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun, a growing displeasure in his heart. He whispered to his attendant behind him, "Investigate the origins of those two. Remember, be quick."
The attendant nodded hurriedly and quickly withdrew.
Mo Wushang narrowed his eyes.
"That veiled woman..." Mo Wushang licked his lips, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.
He had been with countless women, but he had never seen a peerless beauty like Qin Wuhun before. Even through the veil, he could feel her breathtaking beauty and temperament.
A woman like this, if he could possess her, that would be true enjoyment.
Thinking of this, Mo Wushang's mood improved slightly.
Upon entering the Dragon Palace, to everyone's surprise, it wasn't the Dragon King or the eldest prince who greeted them, but rather the fourth prince, Ao Kuang.
Although the Dragon Palace rarely ventured out, it wasn't entirely closed off. Many knew that the Dragon King was the master of the palace, and the eldest prince inherited the throne.
Why then was the fourth prince appearing?
Ao Kuang, clad in a magnificent dragon robe, wore a smug smile, his eyes gleaming with the arrogant arrogance of someone who had achieved great success.
Upon seeing Mo Wushang's arrival, he immediately strode up to him and said enthusiastically, "Young Sect Master Mo, your presence truly honors the Dragon Palace! Please, take a seat!"
Mo Wushang glanced at him coldly, his tone tinged with impatience: "Ao Kuang, how are the preparations going?"
Ao Kuang's face immediately broke into a lewd smile, and he lowered his voice, saying, "Don't worry, Young Sect Master Mo, everything's been reserved for you. This auction will definitely make you the center of attention in the Immortal Realm! That 'big treasure,' I didn't damage it at all; I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Mo Wushang nodded in satisfaction, a wicked smile playing on his lips: "Very good, your Dragon Palace knows what's good for you."
Not far away, Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun witnessed the entire scene.
Qin Wuhun shook his head slightly, a hint of regret in his voice: "The Dragon Clan is at least a powerful and noble race. Is this Fourth Prince truly a Dragon and not a dog?"
Qin Tian was amused by Qin Wuhun's words and chuckled softly, "Perhaps he's a hybrid."
The two exchanged a knowing smile, unable to suppress their laughter.
This scene was witnessed by Mo Wushang. His face instantly darkened, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. However, he didn't react, merely giving the two a cold glance before striding towards his seat.
Ao Kuang, seeing this, quickly followed, his face still plastered with a fawning smile, like a lapdog wagging its tail.
As he walked, he whispered to Mo Wushang, "Young Master Mo, those two arrogant fools, should I send someone to teach them a lesson?"
Mo Wushang snorted coldly and said indifferently, "No need. I have my own plans. Just focus on handling the auction well and make sure nothing goes wrong."
Ao Kuang nodded repeatedly, his face full of obsequiousness, "Yes, yes, Young Master Mo, rest assured, everything has been arranged properly and will not disappoint you!"
Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun stood aside, observing coldly.
Qin Wuhun murmured, "This Ao Kuang truly embodies the phrase 'a petty person who has achieved success.'"
With some time before the auction began, Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun did not rush into the main hall but instead strolled hand in hand through the vast Dragon Palace.
Although the atmosphere in the Dragon Palace was somewhat oppressive, it was still bustling with activity.
Cultivators from various factions gathered in small groups, conversing quietly, occasionally punctuated by bursts of laughter.
The ocean scenery outside the Dragon Palace was breathtaking. Through the vast curtain of water, schools of colorful fish swam by, and the coral reefs shimmered with a faint light, creating a dreamlike world.
This was a beauty unseen on land, something Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun had never seen before, even for Jingchen. Naturally, many things were new and exciting to them.
Qin Tian held Qin Wuhun's hand as they strolled along the Dragon Palace's long corridor.
His gaze occasionally swept around, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Qin Wuhun, her head slightly bowed, a hint of shyness on her face, but her eyes shone with happiness.
Her fingers gently gripped Qin Tian's hand, as if afraid he would let go.
"Big sister, look over there," Qin Tian suddenly stopped, pointing to a coral garden not far away. In the garden, several enormous coral trees emitted a soft glow, surrounded by luminous seaweed, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairyland.
Qin Wuhun followed his finger, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes: "So beautiful..."
Qin Tian chuckled softly, then suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Even the most beautiful can't compare to your beauty."
Qin Wuhun's face instantly flushed crimson. She gently pushed Qin Tian away, pouting, "You...you shouldn't talk nonsense, so many people are watching."
Qin Tian, however, didn't seem to mind. Instead, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Qin Wuhun's body stiffened slightly, then went limp, her face burning red.
She protested softly, "Let me go! It'll be embarrassing if someone sees us..."
"What are you afraid of?" Qin Tian looked down at her, his eyes full of teasing. "We're both wearing masks, no one knows who we are. Now we're Daoist partners, isn't it natural for us to be affectionate?"
Qin Wuhun was too embarrassed to speak, burying her face in his chest, too ashamed to look up.
Seeing this, Qin Tian couldn't help but laugh, his laughter full of doting affection.
The two continued walking forward, Qin Tian occasionally making some intimate gestures.
"Mmm..."
Walking behind, Qin Tian's hands were restless, touching Qin Wuhun's firm, round buttocks, caressing and kneading them, enjoying their alluring elasticity.
Qin Wuhun felt her pretty face flush slightly, biting her lip, trying to avoid his hands, but he was too close.
Fortunately, there were too many people here, and few paid attention to their behavior. As long as their movements weren't too loud or commotion, no one would notice what they were doing.
They walked on like this, touching each other, until they saw a large group of people gathered in the distance, and stopped to watch.
It turned out that a group of hot, sexy, and beautiful dragon women were dancing there. These women were all dressed in sexy clothes, practically nothing more than a few thin pieces of cloth, perfectly showcasing their incredibly alluring curves.
The crowd thronged, and on the stage, the dragon maiden's waist swayed like a snake, her sheer dress billowing in the breeze, outlining her graceful figure. Countless eyes were captivated, gasps and cheers rising and falling.
Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun stood in the crowd, surrounded by onlookers. The noise masked the subtle, ambiguous atmosphere between them.
Qin Tian leaned closer to Qin Wuhun, a mischievous smile playing on his handsome face.
He reached out, his palm gently pressing against Qin Wuhun's round, pert buttocks, kneading them wantonly through the thin fabric of her dress.
Qin Wuhun's body trembled, her delicate face instantly flushing crimson. She turned her head, whispering coquettishly, "Don't be naughty... there are so many people here..." Her voice was soft and alluring, tinged with shyness.
Qin Tian, however, showed no restraint. A slight smile played on his lips, a teasing glint in his eyes. He whispered close to her ear, his breath warm, "Big sister, I want it. You won't let me bring a female slave out, so I'll have to rely on you."
Before he finished speaking, his fingers deftly lifted Qin Wuhun's skirt, a movement both secretive and bold.
Qin Wuhun's heart skipped a beat. She instinctively squeezed her legs together, her slender hands gripping the hem of her clothes, her eyes darting around frantically, afraid someone would notice this shameful scene.
However, the surrounding crowd's eyes remained firmly fixed on the stage; no one noticed the intimate moment in this corner.
Qin Tian seized the opportunity, his hand slipping under her skirt, skillfully hooking Qin Wuhun's thin, cicada-wing-like underpants, and with a gentle pull, pulling them down to her knees.
Qin Wuhun bit her lower lip, a mixture of shyness and helplessness churning within her. She dared not rebuke him loudly, only murmuring softly, "You...you're crazy...we'll be seen...let's go out first, until we're alone...I'll satisfy you then..." Qin Wuhun's voice trembled, carrying a hint of pleading, yet unable to conceal her hidden anticipation.
Qin Tian paid no heed, his desire burning even more intensely.
He loosened his belt, and his already hard, burning penis sprang out, menacing and scalding, a glistening liquid seeping from its tip.
He held Qin Wuhun's waist with one hand, and with the other, parted her firm, soft buttocks, his fingertips gliding between her thighs, tentatively probing her tight anus.
Qin Wuhun's body stiffened, her breathing quickening, her face flushed crimson, her eyes filled with struggle and tension, yet she ultimately couldn't resist Qin Tian's obsession.
"Big sister, relax..." Qin Tian coaxed softly, his voice seductive.
Without further hesitation, he aimed his penis at her already opened and tight anus, slowly thrusting it in.
Qin Wuhun trembled violently, biting her red lips so hard they almost bled, afraid her uncontrollable moans would escape.
Her fingers gripped Qin Tian's arm tightly, her nails digging into her flesh, shame and pleasure mingling, leaving her mind blank.
Qin Tian showed no mercy, his penis penetrating inch by inch until it was fully inside her warm, tight anus.
Qin Wuhun's legs went weak, almost unable to stand, and she could only lean against Qin Tian's chest.
Her head was lowered, her long hair obscuring half of her blushing face, her eyes sometimes glazed, sometimes panicked. The noise and applause of the crowd seemed to become another kind of stimulation, making her even more sensitive to the thick intrusion inside her.
"Big sister, you're so tight here..." Qin Tian teased softly in her ear, as he began to slowly thrust in and out.
The penis thrust in and out of her tight passage, the friction sending shivers down Qin Wuhun's spine. She tried to suppress a sound, but a low moan escaped her throat, barely a whisper.
Her hips swayed slightly from Qin Tian's thrusts, the view beneath her skirt glimpsed, and anyone glancing sideways might catch a glimpse of this lewd scene.
"Wudao...slow down...I can't take it..." Qin Wuhun pleaded softly, her voice broken and trembling with sobs.
She was terrified of being discovered, yet unable to resist the intense, bone-deep pleasure.
Qin Tian grew even more excited, lowering his head to bite her fair earlobe, his hand caressing her waist, while his other hand stealthily reached forward, kneading her soft breasts through her clothes. He chuckled, "It's alright, no one will see, but big sister, you can try not to scream."
In the crowd, the dragon girl dancer on stage twirled even more alluringly, the cheers from below growing louder. Under the cover of this noise, Qin Tian freely thrust into Qin Wuhun's body, each impact causing her delicate body to tremble.
She struggled to maintain her posture, her face a mixture of shyness and embarrassment, but the rising pleasure made her unable to resist, leaving her only to let Qin Tian do as he pleased.
"Big sister, do you think, if they turn around and see you like this, what will they think..." Qin Tian deliberately teased her ear, his voice low and seductive.
Qin Wuhun's heart pounded like a drum, shame almost overwhelming her, yet the strange pleasure of her anus being filled was irresistible.
Her fingers weakly gripped Qin Tian's sleeve, and she murmured, "You...you're so bad..."
Amidst the clamor of the crowd, Qin Tian became increasingly unrestrained, his penis thrusting more and more rapidly into Qin Wuhun's tight anus, each thrust reaching deep inside, making her buttocks tremble slightly.
Qin Wuhun was already tormented by pleasure to the point of madness, biting her lower lip, trying to suppress the moan that almost escaped her lips.
Her legs were slightly weak; if Qin Tian hadn't been supporting her waist, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.
"Big sister, I can't hold back anymore..." Qin Tian breathed softly, his voice hoarse and rapid, carrying an uncontrollable desire.
His movements suddenly quickened, his penis rubbing violently against her tight passage, its hot tip swelling, foreshadowing the impending climax.
Qin Wuhun sensed his change, shame and panic welling up inside her. She murmured, "No...not in there...it'll leak out..." Qin Tian's penis was too large; each time he penetrated her anus, it wouldn't close for a short time, causing it to leak semen from her rectum. Her protests were weak and feeble, sounding more like a plea.
Qin Tian chuckled wickedly, completely ignoring her pleas. He thrust his hips forward, burying his penis deep into her anus, followed by a gush of hot liquid.
He growled, gripping Qin Wuhun's slender waist tightly, pouring all his thick semen into her
tight depths. The ejaculation lasted several breaths, each spurt causing Qin Wuhun's body to tremble. Her buttocks involuntarily tightened, as if trying to lock the hot liquid inside her. At the same time, waves of pleasure washed over Qin Wuhun's entire body.
She tried desperately to suppress a cry, but the deep-seated climax was uncontrollable. The strange sensation of her anus being filled, combined with the surge of heat within her, made her vision blur and her legs almost gave way.
She bit her lip hard, even tasting a faint metallic flavor of blood. Her face flushed crimson, her eyes glazed and helpless. The afterglow of her orgasm caused her body to convulse slightly, like a flower battered by a storm.
"Big sister, you had an orgasm, didn't you? So sensitive..." Qin Tian whispered teasingly in her ear, his tone full of smugness.
He slowly withdrew his penis, the thick object making a soft "pop" sound as it left. Then, a stream of thick, white semen mixed with a little viscous fluid overflowed from Qin Wuhun's slightly swollen anus, slowly flowing down her fair inner thighs.
Qin Wuhun shuddered violently, overwhelmed by a flood of shame. She instinctively squeezed her legs together, but the sticky liquid continued to flow, soaking her underpants and skirt.
The crowd remained engrossed in the performance on stage, completely unaware of the lewd scene unfolding in this corner.
Qin Wuhun snapped out of her daze, her face a mixture of shame and anger. She grabbed Qin Tian's wrist and hissed, "Are you crazy! How dare you!" Her voice, though reproachful, trembled slightly, clearly still reeling from the afterglow of her climax.
Ignoring her disheveled clothes, she pulled Qin Tian and squeezed through the crowd, her steps hurried, afraid someone would turn around and notice something amiss.
Qin Tian, pulled along by her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, his gaze brazenly fixed on the wet stains faintly visible beneath her skirt. He whispered, "Big sister, why are you running so fast? Are you afraid someone will see what's on your legs?"
Qin Wuhun stiffened at his words, so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground. She turned and glared at him fiercely, scolding, "You still dare to say that! It's all your fault… What if someone found out? How… how could I face them!" But the coquettishness and indulgence in her tone were impossible to conceal.
The two squeezed through the crowd to a secluded corner, where Qin Wuhun finally stopped.
She looked down and saw that the inside of her thighs beneath her skirt was indeed covered in sticky stains. Thick, white semen mixed with her bodily fluids, glistening lasciviously in the sunlight. She was both ashamed and anxious, hurriedly wiping herself with a handkerchief, but the more she wiped, the more unbearable the shame became. She could only bite her lip and pinch Qin Tian hard: "You bastard, if you dare do this again, I...I'll never forgive you!" But her words were weak and feeble, clearly just a show of bravado.
Qin Tian laughed even harder, leaning close to her ear and whispering, "Big sister, are you really willing to do that? You were clearly enjoying it just now..."
Qin Wuhun, her thoughts exposed, blushed like a ripe peach. She could only turn her head away, pretending not to hear, but her slightly trembling body had already betrayed her true feelings.
Now she could understand why Qin Tian's female slaves, all of whom were of noble status, were willing to serve him like a female dog.
Faced with this magically powerful penis, probably no woman could resist.
Once tasted, it was practically impossible to forget.
At this moment, Qin Wuhun's face was flushed an alluring crimson. A gentle breeze lifted her veil, revealing a glimpse of her youthful shyness.
This scene was witnessed by many, who were immediately awestruck.
"This fairy is truly as beautiful as a celestial being!"
"Yes, yes, she looks like a fairy from a painting!"
"It's a pity she's already taken..."
These words naturally reached Qin Wuhun's ears. Her face flushed red, and she grabbed Qin Tian's hand, pulling him deeper into the Dragon Palace.
She could feel the burning gazes behind her. If they knew she had just been engaged in intense anal sex with a man, they would surely think her a shameless harlot.
Qin Tian, however, appeared much more composed. He was certain that no one else had witnessed their actions. The masks and veils on his and Qin Wuhun's faces were not ordinary materials; they could obscure the view and make them easily overlooked.