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The two did not immediately return to the Qin clan.
Instead, they arrived at a mountain cliff.
Above the cliff, clouds and mist swirled, as if all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had gathered there.
In the distance, the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers resembled an ink wash painting, with layers of peaks bathed in countless rays of light, creating a dreamlike fairyland.
At the cliff's edge, an ancient pink peach tree stood silently, its petals falling like rain, adding a touch of gentle pink hue to the scene.
Qin Wuhun stood beneath the peach tree, dressed in snow-white robes, her garments fluttering in the wind, like a celestial maiden descended to earth.
Qin Tian stood behind her, his gaze fixed intently on her, his eyes filled with infatuation and love.
He gently stepped forward, reached out and embraced her waist, pulling her into his arms.
Qin Wuhun was slightly startled, but did not pull away, simply resting gently against his chest, feeling his warm body.
"Sister Wuhun…" Qin Tian's deep voice sounded in her ear. This time, he didn't call her "elder sister."
"Marry me, okay?" His voice was gentle yet firm, as if carrying endless promises and vows.
Qin Wuhun looked up at him, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.
She sighed softly, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"You…" Her voice was as melodious as a clear spring, tinged with helplessness and indulgence, "With so many women around, if I married you, wouldn't I be living like a widow every day?"
Qin Tian chuckled, "Don't worry about that. I'll definitely satisfy you first, then give the rest to them. If you mind, Sister Wuhun, I can throw them away."
Qin Wuhun chuckled again, "Throw them away? Those big-breasted, curvy female slaves who can make you feel like you're in heaven, are you willing to part with them? Besides, you still have Aunt Mingfei and the Wumeng and Wuyan sisters."
Qin Tian scratched his head; he really did seem reluctant.
Qin Wuhun: "Sigh, but who can blame me for liking you? I'm willing."
Upon hearing this, Qin Tian's eyes lit up with overwhelming joy. He embraced her tightly, as if trying to meld her into his very bones.
Qin Wuhun gently wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes filled with happiness and contentment.
Their lips slowly drew closer, finally meeting in a deep, passionate kiss.
Their kiss was tender and profound, as if the world had shrunk to just the two of them. Peach blossoms fluttered down upon them, seemingly offering the most beautiful blessings to this perfect couple.
On the cliff, with the sun, moon, mountains, and rivers as witnesses, and peach blossoms as their matchmaker, their love was frozen in time for eternity.
However, just then, the bushes behind them rustled, and a wild boar charged towards them.
Qin Tian's hand rose slightly, but a sharp arrow whistled through the air, piercing the boar's skull.
The wild boar staggered a few steps before collapsing to the ground, dead.
"Are you alright?"
A young hunter rushed out in a panic. He looked only sixteen or seventeen, but was quite strong. Dressed as a hunter, he carried a bow.
"I'm so sorry, so sorry, it's all my fault. The first arrow missed, it didn't kill the boar on the first shot, and it went berserk, almost charging at you. Luckily, you weren't hurt."
The young hunter bowed his head repeatedly, apologizing profusely.
Qin Wuhun smiled faintly. This boy was honest. He said softly, "We're alright, you don't need to blame yourself too much."
The young man looked up and was immediately stunned.
He had never seen such a beautiful woman before. It was as if a fairy from heaven had descended to earth.
The boy's mind went blank for a moment, his mouth moving faster than his brain, blurting out, "What a beautiful fairy sister!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, his face flushed crimson, realizing his rudeness, and he quickly bowed his head in apology.
Qin Wuhun giggled as she looked at Qin Tian beside her. Qin Tian didn't mind; there was no lewdness in the boy's eyes, only a fleeting look of amazement.
He wasn't so obsessed as to kill someone for looking at his woman. If that were the case, he would just lock Qin Wuhun and the others in the house for life.
But then, they would just be his caged birds.
Perhaps to ease the awkwardness, the young man said, "You two are here to enjoy the scenery, aren't you? While the scenery is beautiful, there are still some wild animals."
"I see you two aren't carrying any luggage, and you probably haven't eaten either. Consider this wild boar my apology. After we finish eating, I'll escort you down the mountain."
Qin Tian nodded, "Thank you for your trouble. My wife and I haven't eaten anything."
The young man said, "This big brother is truly blessed to have married such a beautiful sister."
Qin Tian, as if showing off, put his arm around Qin Wuhun's waist, making Qin Wuhun blush shyly.
The young man laughed heartily and immediately began to prepare the wild boar. His movements were practiced, and in no time, the boar was cleaned and placed on the fire.
The three sat by the fire.
Qin Tian looked at the young man, and for some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity about him.
"Young man, what's your name?"
The boy didn't look up, replying, "My name is Yi. I've been an orphan since I was little, raised on the charity of many families. The village chief, Grandpa, saw me standing still watching the birds fly by every day when I was little, so he gave me this name."
Yi…
Qin Tian's mind flashed back to the figure drawing a bow to shoot down the sun.
Yi Yu's ancestor?
Qin Tian murmured to himself, looking up at the boy and asking, "Yi, why did you draw your bow?"
Yi looked up, unsure why he was being asked this. He had never thought about it before, and replied, "I haven't thought about that. I go hunting so the villagers have food to eat. Every extra prey I bring back means one more meal for the villagers."
"So you draw your bow to protect the village."
"Hmm, big brother, that doesn't seem wrong."
"Then your reason for drawing the bow is to protect." Qin Tian looked up at the sky and continued, "I hope you remember this reason. You drew your bow to protect not only the village, but when humanity is about to be destroyed that day when it suffers a catastrophe, you must also draw your bow to protect it. "
"Destruction?" He asked with big doubts in his little head: "Are they bad guys? Where do they come from? How many people are there? Although there are not many people in our village, every family is a hunter. We are not afraid of bad guys coming."
Qin Tian pointed to the sky and said: "They come from the sky, there are nine of them."
"Only nine. A group of bandits came to rob the village before. There were more than thirty people, but we beat them away. Brother, don't worry, I will protect you." Yi showed his white teeth and smiled very brightly.
"I believe you will be able to fight off the bad guys. You have to remember that you draw the bow for protection, you know?" Qin Tian's words seemed to have a mysterious power, and he kept repeating the same words.
"Guard?" His eyes suddenly became flickering, and Qin Tian vaguely saw a sun disk behind him, and there were some golden lines on his body.
But these feelings were fleeting. Yi's eyes regained their brightness, and he gripped the bow tightly. He felt as if something within him had been unlocked, making him more insightful.
Qin Tian nodded in satisfaction. Yi truly lived up to his reputation as an ancestor of the Sun-Shooting Clan; he had displayed astonishing talent from a young age. He had considered taking Yi under his wing and nurturing him with the Qin Clan's resources; Yi would only become stronger.
However, if he were to arbitrarily change things and cause Yi's premature death, then no one would be able to avert the Nine Suns Calamity.
"Yi, this is for you."
Qin Tian tossed him a token. Yi caught it and looked at it. The token was about the size of a palm, with an ancient Qin character on it.
"Big brother, what is this?" Yi examined it curiously.
Qin Tian: "Keep this safe. You can pass it on to your descendants. Tell them that if they ever find themselves in dire straits, they can take the token to the Qin clan, and perhaps they can be of some help."
"Oh, then I won't stand during the ceremony. You two are clearly from a prominent family. If the villagers go hungry, I'll have them take the token to you." Yi carefully put the token away.
In the past, he might have felt embarrassed to accept it, but now he has changed. A person can change very quickly.
Perhaps overnight, perhaps in an instant.
Just then, Qin Tian's finger gently touched Yi's brow. A cool sensation spread through his fingertip, as if an invisible force had penetrated his skin and entered his mind.
Yi's body trembled slightly, and his eyes involuntarily closed. The world before him was instantly replaced by a blazing red light.
His consciousness seemed to be pulled into a strange space-time, where a suffocating scene unfolded before him.
Nine enormous suns hung in the sky, their flames raging, seemingly threatening to devour the entire world.
The earth cracked under the intense heat, rivers dried up, mountains collapsed, and the air was thick with the smell of burning flesh. Countless people struggled in the flames, emitting piercing screams, ultimately turning into charred embers scattered across the scorched earth.
Nothing could be more hellish on earth.
Yet, above this infernal realm, one figure stood unyielding.
Tall and imposing, his back to Yi, he gripped a massive longbow, the bowstring taut, the arrow pointed directly at the sun.
His figure, illuminated by the flames, appeared exceptionally majestic, like the sole hope in the world.
Yi was deeply shaken by this scene, as if he could feel that indomitable will, that courage to defy the heavens.
He understood the meaning of drawing his bow: protecting not just one village, but the entire world.
Just then, the scene suddenly blurred. The nine suns, the inferno, the charred crowd, and the figure with the bow drawn gradually vanished into the endless darkness.
Yi's consciousness was abruptly pulled back to reality. He opened his eyes abruptly, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
He looked around and found himself alone. The campfire burned, emitting the aroma of roasted pig; it was as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.
"Who exactly are you?" Yi murmured softly, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.
He wanted to ask, to understand the meaning of that scene, but they were gone, as if they had never existed.
In the vast emptiness, only Yi remained, standing alone, filled with doubt and shock.
He looked up at the sky, as if he could still feel the scorching heat, as if the nine suns still hung overhead, and the image of the archer with a drawn bow remained vivid in his mind.
"Nine evil men from the heavens..."
...
At a natural mountain hot spring at night.
This was a place the two had discovered by chance.
Qin Wuhun seemed very reluctant to leave at this moment. Qin Tian didn't mention it, and he didn't talk about returning to the family.
The night breeze gently blew through the forest, mist rose from the hot spring lake, and moonlight shone on the water, making it shine like silver.
Qin Tian and Qin Wuhun had long since tossed their clothes aside, soaking naked in the hot spring. The hot water washed over their bodies, scalding their skin until it turned red.
Qin Tian leaned against a large rock by the lake, his muscular chest exposed. Water droplets trickled down his muscles, and his semi-erect penis floated on the surface, looking incredibly erotic.
Qin Tian's gaze unconsciously drifted to Qin Wuhun beside him.
She stood in the water, her lower body submerged in the warm spring, while her upper body was completely exposed above the surface.
Her figure was as graceful as a willow branch, her skin almost translucent in the steam, glowing with a luminous sheen.
Water droplets slid down her shoulders, past her delicate collarbones, and finally settled on her large, firm breasts.
Her breasts were so full they seemed about to overflow, their rounded curves flawless, the tips slightly upturned, exuding a proud allure.
Her fair skin appeared even more delicate in the mist, two rosy nipples peeking out like cherry blossoms adorning snow-capped peaks, captivating the soul.
Her long, damp hair clung to her shoulders, a few strands entwined around her chest, trembling slightly with her breath, creating a breathtakingly alluring scene.
Qin Tian's throat tightened, a burning desire igniting in his eyes.
He couldn't help but lean forward, the water rippling with his movement.
He reached out, his slender fingers gently cupping Qin Wuhun's delicate chin, the touch smooth as jade. His fingertips caressed her moist lips for a moment, then slowly lifted her head.
Qin Wuhun's eyes met his, her shimmering pupils seeming to hold a tender glint, and the corners of her lips curved slightly upward, a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
Their gazes intertwined in the mist. Qin Tian's eyes burned like fire, as if trying to melt her completely, while Qin Wuhun's eyes were soft and alluring, as if they could drip water.
His fingers slid down Qin Wuhun's chin, gently tracing her neck, finally stopping at her full, snowy breasts.
His fingertips lingered on her fair skin, circling the rosy tips, eliciting a soft moan from Qin Wuhun, her delicate body trembling slightly.
She gave him a reproachful look, her eyes full of seductive charm, yet instead of retreating, she pressed forward, reaching up to his shoulders, her nails lightly tracing his firm chest, as if deliberately teasing him.
"Sister Wuhun…" Qin Tian's voice was hoarse, his eyes burning with desire.
"You, you… I must have owed you something in my past life," Qin Wuhun's voice was alluring, tinged with a hint of mockery.
She lowered her body, slowly squatting down, the water rising over her shoulders, leaving only her beautiful face above the surface.
She reached out, her slender fingers exploring Qin Tian's waist. Her palm naturally covered his already erect penis, her soft hand caressing it teasingly.
Qin Tian let out a low breath, his Adam's apple bobbing, his eyes growing even more intense.
Qin Wuhun merely chuckled, her wet hair clinging to her face, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The next moment, she lowered her head, opened her cherry lips, and slowly took him into her mouth.
The hot spring water rippled gently. Qin Wuhun's lips were soft and moist, her tongue deftly swirling around his tip, sometimes lightly licking, sometimes sucking forcefully, making soft, watery sounds.
Her hands rested on his thighs, her nails digging lightly into his skin, bringing a slight, pleasurable sting.
She glanced up at him, her eyes half-closed, shimmering with moisture, as if deliberately seducing him. Qin Tian couldn't resist reaching out to press the back of her head, leaning forward slightly, and growling, "Deeper..."
Qin Wuhun obediently relaxed her throat, swallowing him deeper, her lips and tongue working together, the rhythm sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the warm, moist embrace almost making Qin Tian lose control.
After a while, she finally released her lips, a glistening drop of moisture still clinging to the corner of her mouth when she looked up, her appearance utterly wanton, Qin Tian's eyes widening in ecstasy.
"Do you really like my lewd appearance that much?" she retorted playfully, but her tone held no displeasure, only a hint of allure.
Qin Tian grinned, reaching out to pull her close, drawing her into his arms. Their wet skin pressed together, smooth and slippery.
"Sister, as beautiful as a fairy, you're so alluring when you're being lewd." He lowered his head and nibbled on her ear, licking her earlobe until she went limp, letting out a soft moan as she leaned against his chest.
"Wu Dao... what do you think the future will be like?" Qin Wuhun asked softly, listening to Qin Tian's heartbeat.
"I don't know..."
"Promise me, no matter what the future holds, you won't leave me..." Qin Wuhun hugged him tighter, as if afraid of losing her lover.
Perhaps she already knew something; after all, she was also a dreamer in this dream world.
"Wu Dao…" Qin Wuhun bit her lip, her eyes glistening with tears, and gasped as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Take me… I… I'm ready, I want to give you my first time…"
These words were like oil poured into a fire. Qin Tian's throat tightened, and his penis hardened instantly, pressing erect between her legs.
"Sister Wuhun, are you sure?" Qin Tian's voice became hoarse. His hand slid down to her thigh, touching her pink, tender vulva. The wetness of her juices mixed with the hot spring water made his hands sticky.
She tilted her head back and kissed his lips, her soft lips meeting his. Her tongue shyly slipped inside, teasingly saying, "I'm sure, Wu Dao, I love you… I want to give you everything."
Qin Tian could no longer restrain himself. He scooped her up, and the two climbed out of the hot spring, water droplets streaming down their bodies.
He pressed her down onto a flat rock by the lake, his wet hands parting her two white thighs to reveal her untouched vulva, pink and tender like a newly blossoming flower, so tight that not even a finger could be inserted, glistening alluringly.
"Sister Wuhun, if it hurts, just scream, don't hold it in," Qin Tian panted, guiding his engorged penis against her entrance, her thighs soaked with her juices.
She let out a soft moan, her legs clamping around his waist, a resolute glint in her eyes.
"Wu Dao, hurry... I want you," Qin Wuhun gasped, her small hands gripping his arm.
Qin Tian thrust forward, his glans pressing against her virginity, pushing hard inside.
The tender flesh was stretched open little by little, making a soft "plop" sound. The entrance was so tight and small that the glans stretched it until it turned white.
She frowned, letting out a soft groan of pain, but the light of happiness in her eyes was dazzling.
"Sister Wuhun, relax, I'm going in!" Qin Tian gritted his teeth, his glans forcefully pushing open the thin hymen. With a "rip," it tore open, and bright red blood gushed out, flowing down her legs onto the stone, mixing with her vaginal fluids and staining it a bright sheen.
Qin Wuhun trembled in pain, her vagina clenching even tighter, the tender walls clinging to him as if unwilling to let go.
"Wudao...it hurts, but I'm so happy..." she gasped, smiling through her tears, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him, her wet lips nibbling at him.
Qin Tian felt a mixture of pain and excitement. He lowered his head and took her tongue into his mouth, but his hips didn't stop. With a thrust of his hips, his entire penis plunged in, making her body tremble.
Qin Tian pressed down on Qin Wuhun's delicate body, his penis just breaking through her hymen, burying itself completely inside her tight little hole.
Blood mixed with her vaginal fluids flowed down her legs, staining the stone red and white in patches.
Qin Wuhun's face contorted in pain, her brows furrowed, her small hands gripping Qin Tian's arm. She bit her lip, panting intermittently, her voice trembling slightly: "Wu Dao...it hurts so much, go slower..."
"Sister Wuhun, you have to bear the pain, just like later. The first time will definitely hurt for a while, but it'll feel good later." Qin Tian lowered his head and nibbled at her neck, his tongue licking around her collarbone, leaving a glistening trail of wet saliva.
He didn't stop, his hips thrusting gently, his penis gently sliding in and out of her vagina, the glans rubbing against the tender walls, drawing out a few drops of bright red blood.
Qin Wuhun groaned in pain, twisting her body as if trying to escape, but her legs involuntarily tightened around his waist.
Seeing her like this, Qin Tian felt an irresistible urge. His large hand slid up her wet thigh, kneading and squeezing the smooth, white flesh, which felt as silky as silk.
"Sister Wuhun, your legs are so soft, I don't want to let go." He said, his hand sliding upwards, grasping her soft breasts, squeezing them hard, his fingertips teasing her hardened nipples, making her tremble, letting out a soft moan: "Mmm… Wudao, don't…"
"Don't what? Sister Wuhun, with your seductive look, shouldn't I play with you a little longer?" Qin Tian grinned, thrusting his hips forward, his penis slamming deep into her, filling her tender flesh completely, causing her juices to gush out with a "glug."
She groaned in pain, but a strange tingling sensation slowly seeped into the pain, her vagina adapting to his hardness, clamping even tighter, as if trying to swallow him whole.
"Wudao… be gentle, I can't take it…" Qin Wuhun frowned, tears welling in her eyes, but her voice was incredibly soft, with a seductive quality.
Qin Tian lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, licking it with his tongue, gently biting it with his teeth, sucking with a "tsk tsk" sound. His other hand wasn't idle either; he pinched her thigh, spreading it open to make her vagina more fully exposed.
"Sister Wuhun, relax, I'll make you feel good right now!" Qin Tian panted heavily, his hips quickening their rhythm, his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina, creating wet, sticky sounds.
The bleeding lessened, but the vaginal fluid flowed more and more, the tender walls rubbed raw and swollen, so tight it felt like it wouldn't let go of him.
Qin Wuhun groaned in pain, but slowly, her brows relaxed, her small mouth opened, and she let out intermittent moans: "Ah... Wudao, it's so strange... it feels a little good..."
"Hey, Wuhun, are you enjoying it? Your little hole was made for me!" Qin Tian's lust intensified at her wanton appearance. He lifted her buttocks with both hands, raising her slightly, and thrust his penis in hard from a different angle, making her body tremble and her breasts bounce like waves.
He lowered his head and bit her lips, his tongue swirling inside, making her gasp for breath. He thrust even harder, each time reaching the deepest point, the head of his penis rubbing against her soft flesh, making her legs tremble.
"Wudao... ah... slower..." Qin Wuhun moaned, her voice so sweet it could drip water, her small hands wrapped around his neck, her nails scratching red marks on his back.
Her vagina was red and swollen from being fucked, glistening with her juices that clung to his penis, forming silvery strands.
After the pain subsided, waves of pleasure washed over her. She twisted her waist to meet his thrusts, her mouth filled with her lover's name.
"Sister Wuhun, I love you too!" Qin Tian panted, his hands sliding to her waist. He gripped her slender waist and pressed down hard, his penis plunging in completely. The impact made her scream, tears welling in her eyes.
"Sister Wuhun, your vagina is so tight, it feels so good!" Qin Tian panted, his hands gripping her slender waist. He thrust his hips forward, his penis plunging in completely, the head slamming against the soft flesh deep inside her, making her body tremble and her lower abdomen bulge slightly.
Qin Wuhun, her face flushed with desire, her mouth agape, moaned with increasingly wanton cries: "Ah... Wudao, it's too deep... it's hitting inside..."
"Hit what, Sister Wuhun? Is my glans pressing against your cervix?" Qin Tian grinned, his large hand tracing her thigh upwards, kneading the soft flesh at her groin.
His thrusts became even more vigorous, his penis sliding in and out of her vagina, the glans repeatedly hitting her cervix, its hardness pressing against the tightly closed slit, making her legs tremble.
"Wudao... ah... it's so full, I can't take it anymore..." Qin Wuhun gasped, tears welling in her eyes.
"Sister Wuhun, I'm going to cum!" Qin Tian gritted his teeth, his hips moving faster, his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina with increasing speed and force. The glans pounded against her cervix with increasing force, squeezing and pulling back the tender flesh, causing her juices to gush out.
He slid one hand to her chest, grasping and squeezing her swaying breasts, his fingertips teasing her hardened nipples, making her tremble and moan even more wantonly: "Wudao... I'm going to come too..."
"Sister Wuhun!" Qin Tian panted heavily, his hips thrusting forward, his penis fully inserted, the glans pressing firmly against her cervix, forcing its way into the tight slit.
Qin Wuhun screamed at the sudden depth, her vagina contracting sharply, the tender walls squeezing him so tightly he almost ejaculated.
"Sister Wuhun, you're squeezing too tight, I'm going to cum!" he growled, gripping her waist with both hands. With a final thrust, his glans pressed against her cervix, his ejaculation gate opening wide.
"Ah... Wudao, cum inside!" Qin Wuhun cried out, her legs clamping tightly around his waist, tears streaming down her face.
Qin Tian roared, his penis throbbing violently inside her, scalding semen gushing from his glans, pouring straight into her uterus.
The force was like a dam bursting open, gushes of semen pounding against the uterine walls, scalding her lower abdomen, her tender flesh spasming and gripping him tightly, as if trying to squeeze out every last drop.
"Wudao... so hot, so full..." Qin Wuhun climaxed from the internal ejaculation, her vagina contracting sharply, her vaginal fluids mixing with semen flowing out, running down her legs onto the stone.
Her face was flushed, her eyes half-open, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her moans broken and intermittent: "Ah... Wudao, you've filled me up..." Her body was limp as water, her legs still trembling, her lower abdomen slightly swollen, completely filled with his member.
"Sister Wuhun, your little hole really knows how to suck!" Qin Tian panted, lowering his head to kiss her lips, his tongue darting inside, making her gasp for breath. His penis was still buried inside her, the glans throbbing gently at the cervix, the last few drops of semen squeezing out, hot enough to make her groan again.
After ejaculating, he panted heavily, his hips arching back, slowly pulling out his still-erect penis. With a soft "plop," the glans slid out of her vagina, leaving a trail of sticky, silvery threads.
Qin Wuhun's vagina was swollen and red from being fucked so much. The tender flesh was slightly parted, revealing a wet, pink opening. Semen mixed with vaginal fluid flowed from the opening, the cloudy liquid running down her legs onto the stone, forming a small, lewd puddle.
She groaned softly, her legs squeezing together, but her weak posture couldn't stop the semen from overflowing, making her even more alluring.
"Sister Wuhun, look, I've ejaculated so much, it's all flowing out of your vagina," Qin Tian grinned, reaching between her legs to wipe his hand, getting it covered in semen and vaginal fluid, and waving it in front of her eyes.
Her face flushed crimson, and she scolded, "Wudao, stop it..." But her voice was as soft as water, utterly unconvincing.
The two lay naked and entwined, sweat mingling with their own fluids and semen, soaking them.
Qin Wuhun's limp body slumped in his arms. Her allure was even more pronounced after her climax; her face was flushed like a ripe peach, her eyes half-open, half-closed, glistening with a seductive charm.
Her large breasts swayed proudly, her nipples reddened from Qin Tian's ministrations, her small nipples hard and erect, making her look like a freshly picked flower, breathtakingly beautiful.
"Wu Dao..." Qin Wuhun gasped, her voice as soft as cotton, her chest heaving with each breath, exhausted yet satisfied.
Her small mouth opened, exhaling hot breath intermittently, her small hand resting on his chest, her fingertips weakly grasping, as if she lacked even the strength to lift it.
Qin Tian looked down at her, his heart itching with desire. His large hand tightened around her waist; her waist was as slender and supple as a willow branch, smooth and slippery to the touch, as if you could squeeze water from it.
"Sister Wuhun, how does it feel from the front and the back? Do you prefer me fucking your ass or your pussy?" Qin Tian grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and breathed into her ear, his hand roaming down her waist, pinching her round buttocks.
Qin Wuhun blushed even more at his words, glaring at him, and said coquettishly, "You naughty thing, it's so big and thick, it hurts so much, I don't like it at all!"
"Hey, Sister Wuhun, you say no, but your body says it all." Qin Tian laughed, his large hand climbing up her large breasts, kneading them vigorously. Soft milk spilled out between his fingers, making her groan.
He lowered his head and nibbled at her ear, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Don't you like being fucked by me?" His fingers deliberately flicked at her erect nipple, making her tremble and her breathing quicken.
"I hate it..." Qin Wuhun bit her lip, her voice incredibly sweet, pushing against his chest, but the force was like a tickle.
Seeing Qin Wuhun's alluring appearance, Qin Tian's penis hardened again. He stood up, picked her up, and carried her into the hot spring.
He lifted her buttocks with both hands, raising her slightly, and with a thrust of his hips, plunged directly into her wet, tight vagina.
Qin Wuhun let out a seductive moan, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, her full breasts swaying violently with his movements, creating a lewd scene.
"Ah...it's too deep...why did you go in again...mmm...you're so bad...ahhh..." she gasped, her voice broken and tinged with tears.
Qin Tian roared, his movements becoming increasingly intense, each thrust reaching its deepest point, the hot spring water splashing and making a squelching sound.
Her tight inner walls gripped his penis tightly, wet and slippery, each entry and exit feeling like being sucked by countless tiny mouths, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
Qin Wuhun was no ordinary woman; although she had only recently lost her virginity, she recovered quickly.
Qin Tian lowered his head and bit her earlobe, panting, "Sister Wuhun, you're so tight inside…it's so tight I can't move."
She only smiled seductively, her waist twisting to meet his movements, the sounds of water between her legs mingling with her moans, a wanton scene that made his blood boil.
He flipped her over, making her lie face down on the edge of the pool, his hands pressing against her waist, and thrust into her hard from behind.
Her large, snow-white breasts hung on the water's surface, swaying violently with each thrust, water droplets dripping down their curves, an incredibly alluring sight.
"Wu Dao…slow down…it's too big…I haven't gotten used to your size yet…ah…" She turned to look at him, tears welling in her eyes, her voice incredibly seductive.
Qin Tian grinned mischievously, patting her buttocks and moving even faster: "Then I'll speed things up and make your little hole conform to my shape immediately."
Qin Tian, panting heavily, thrust into Qin Wuhun's wet, hot hole dozens more times, each thrust making her body tremble violently, her large, snowy breasts splashing water everywhere.
She bit her lip, intermittent moans escaping her throat: "Ah…Wu Dao…too fast…mmm…I feel like you're reshaping me inside…ah…it's going to become your shape, just like my anus." Her voice was so seductive it seemed to drip water, carrying a hint of pleading.
Just as she was about to reach her climax, Qin Tian suddenly stopped, slowly withdrawing his hard, burning penis.
Her vaginal fluids, mingled with the hot spring water, slid down her thighs, an utterly erotic sight.
Qin Wuhun turned to look at him, her eyes misty with tears, and scolded, "Why did you stop...you bad boy..."
Before she could finish speaking, Qin Tian chuckled, parted her rounded buttocks with both hands, and gently caressed her anus with his fingertips for a moment. Then, with a thrust of his hips, he slowly pushed his wet, engorged penis inside.
"Ah!!!" Qin Wuhun jerked her head back, letting out a long, wanton cry, tinged with a slight pain and discomfort, but quickly overwhelmed by pleasure.
Although her anus was incredibly tight, it had long since adapted to his size, though there was still a strange swelling sensation upon initial entry.
She panted, moaning, "Mmm...it's so full...why are you fucking my backside again...slower..." Her voice trembled, but the last syllable was drawn out, filled with intense seduction.
Qin Tian growled, gripping her waist with both hands, and began to thrust slowly. The tightness in her rear was even more intense than in her vagina, as if countless soft flesh were tightly enveloping him, each thrust sending shivers down his spine.
He looked down at her, lying on the edge of the pool, her fair breasts pressed against the stone wall, their alluring shapes accentuated by water droplets that slid down their curves, intensifying the fire in his eyes.
"Sister Wuhun, you're really good at gripping from behind… even tighter than your vagina…" he rasped, patting her buttocks, causing them to tremble slightly.
Qin Wuhun bit her lip, and after a moment of adjustment, the slight pain gradually transformed into a strange pleasure. She began to twist her hips to meet his movements, continuous moans escaping her throat: "Ah… um… so good… so deep… ahhh…" Her voice was high-pitched and drawn out, as if her reason had been shattered, each cry filled with the exhilarating pleasure of being fucked to the point of ecstasy.
She braced herself against the edge of the pool, her buttocks raised high, allowing him to thrust into her deepest depths time and again.
Qin Tian quickened his pace, each thrust slamming hard against her buttocks, the sounds of water and flesh slapping together, a lewd symphony that made one's blood boil.
He leaned down, biting her earlobe, and whispered breathlessly, "Scream louder, I love to hear it..."
Qin Wuhun no longer cared about shame, letting loose her voice, her moans echoing in the hot spring: "Ah... Wudao... mmm... so good... you're killing me... ahhhhh..." Her voice was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low and hoarse, as if she were crying out of pleasure, alluring to the bone.
Qin Tian's movements became even more intense, the tightness of her anus and her wanton moans bringing him to the peak of pleasure.
He reached one hand to her chest, kneading her swaying breasts, his fingertips pinching the rosy tips and twisting hard, eliciting another high-pitched moan from her: "Ah...no...there...uhhhh..." Her body trembled violently, her anus tightening abruptly, gripping Qin Tian so tightly he almost ejaculated.
Qin Tian thrust hard into Qin Wuhun's anus for a while, the maddening tightness making him growl with pleasure.
Her buttocks trembled with each thrust, water splashing everywhere, the hot spring filled with the intimate sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.
Qin Wuhun lay on the edge of the pool, her throat escaping with continuous moans: "I can't take it anymore...uhhhh...it's so full...ahhhh...it's too deep..." Her voice was high-pitched and drawn-out, as if driven to madness by pleasure.
After a while, Qin Tian, panting heavily, paused, pulling his penis out of her anus. Before Qin Wuhun could even catch her breath, she felt a sudden emptiness between her buttocks, followed by a hot sensation between her legs.
Qin Tian didn't stop, his penis forcefully thrusting into her already soaked vagina.
"Ah!" She jerked her head back, letting out a sharp, lewd scream, her body jolted forward, her large breasts swaying and spraying droplets of fluid.
"How could you... ahhh... you're going in front again... umm... it's so hot..."
Qin Tian chuckled, gripping her waist with both hands, and began to thrust in and out with wide, sweeping strokes.
Her vagina was wet and slippery, its inner walls tightly gripping him, each thrust drawing out a stream of honeyed fluid that mingled with the hot spring water and trickled down her legs, an utterly erotic sight.
She twisted her waist to meet his thrusts, her moans growing louder and louder: "Ahhh... Wudao... fuck me... mmm... so good... ahhh... my pussy is going to be ruined by you..."
Qin Tian thrust in and out about a hundred times, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp from the pleasure, then simply pulled out again, straightened his back, and squeezed into her anus once more.
Qin Wuhun trembled at this sudden change. She turned to look at Qin Tian, tears welling in her eyes, her gaze seductive: "You're going from front to back... I really can't take it anymore... this is too stimulating..."
Qin Tian grinned wickedly, patting her buttocks with his hand. His movements became even faster; he thrust in and out for a while, then pulled out and thrust back into her vagina.
And so, Qin Tian alternated between her two orifices, sometimes thrusting wildly in her vagina, sometimes pounding hard in her anus. Each transition elicited incessant moans from Qin Wuhun.
She braced herself against the edge of the pool, her body swaying back and forth from the impact, her moaning a continuous chorus: "Ahhh... Qin Tian... umhh... you're fucking me in the front and back... ahhh... so good... umhh... fuck me to death... ahhh..." Her voice was sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low and hoarse, interspersed with broken words, so lewd it was enough to make one's blood boil.
Qin Tian, panting heavily, sweat beading on his forehead, growled, "Sister Wuhun, you're moaning so seductively, I can't hold back anymore..." He finally thrust his penis into her vagina, gripping her waist tightly with both hands, and suddenly increased his speed, each thrust hitting her cervix, making her body tremble violently.
She screamed, her legs weak, almost collapsing in the water: "Ahhh... Wudao... umhh... too deep... ahhh... it's in my uterus... umhh... I can't take it anymore... ahhhh..." Her voice trembled as if a broken string had been pulled, filled with a thick sob, yet brimming with satisfied lust.
Finally, Qin Tian let out a low growl, his hips thrusting, pressing deep inside her, his scalding hot fluid shooting into her uterus.
Qin Wuhun shuddered from the heat and let out a long moan: "Ah...so hot...uhhh...it's inside...ahhhh..." She lay limply on the edge of the pool, still panting, the white fluid mixed with honey flowing between her legs, spreading across the surface of the water, extremely lewd.
After a long while, she recovered her senses, glanced back at him, her eyes misty with tears, her face flushed with a satisfied blush.
She said coquettishly, "Qin Tian, you're so naughty... shooting so much, do you really want me pregnant?" Her voice was soft and seductive, tinged with teasing, yet unable to conceal the shyness that followed pleasure.
Qin Tian chuckled, reaching out to pull her into his arms, lightly patting her buttocks. "What are you afraid of? This makes it easier to get married because of a pregnancy. Your grandfather won't be able to object then."
They exchanged a glance, and Qin Wuhun seemed to already see his grandfather's angry, glaring face.
Qin Wuhun leaned against Qin Tian's chest, still panting, her gaze fixed on Qin Tian's still erect penis, glistening with sticky, white fluid.
Qin Wuhun began to regret not having Qin Tian bring the female slave with him.
She sighed inwardly, chiding, "Look at you, all dirty. Let me clean you up."
Qin Tian chuckled, agreeing with her. He lay down on the stone platform by the pool, water droplets sliding down his muscular body, his languid demeanor tinged with a hint of provocation: "Then I'll trouble you."
Qin Wuhun snorted, rising and straddling him. Looking down at his erect penis, she gently grasped it, her fingertips caressing it for a moment. The sticky fluid coated her palm, making her involuntarily frown.
She bent down, sticking out her tongue, and slowly and meticulously licked from the base, her soft tongue sliding along the shaft, cleaning away the fluid bit by bit.
Her movements were gentle yet provocative. Reaching the tip, she deliberately circled it with her tongue, eliciting a soft gasp from Qin Tian, his hips arching slightly.
"Sister Wuhun… I'm afraid I won't be able to resist fucking you again." Qin Tian's voice was hoarse, his eyes burning with fire.
She looked up at him, her eyes growing increasingly warning, and said, "I won't let you fuck me. Go find your slave girl to vent your frustrations on. My lower body is killing me."
She licked away the last bit of fluid, clapped her hands in satisfaction, then straightened her chest, supporting her full, large breasts, and leaned closer to him, whispering, "Alright, now I should use this to clean you up."
Qin Wuhun cupped her breasts in her hands, her pair of white, full breasts hanging heavily before him, their rounded curves flawless, the rosy tips glistening in the mist, trembling slightly, like a silent invitation.
She slowly leaned down, clamping his hard, burning penis between her breasts. Her soft flesh immediately enveloped him, warm and slippery, like two soft clouds burying him completely.
She pressed her breasts together forcefully, the flesh gripping his erection tightly, and began to rub them up and down.
The soft, moist touch made each movement incredibly smooth; the tip peeked out from between her breasts, only to be pushed back in.
Her movements were sometimes fast, sometimes slow, controlled by the rhythm, the undulating waves of her breasts creating a sensual spectacle.
Qin Tian panted, his Adam's apple bobbing, and couldn't help but growl, "Sister Wuhun...you're so good with these treasures..."
Hearing this, she chuckled softly, lowered her head, and gently licked the tip with her tongue, then sucked hard; the warm, wet touch made his waist tremble.
"Does it feel good?" she asked seductively, her hands squeezing even tighter, her breasts almost completely enveloping him, sliding faster, making soft, rubbing sounds.
She deliberately swayed her chest, her large breasts rippling in waves. As the tips peeked out from her cleavage, she lowered her head and took them into her mouth, enveloping them with her lips and tongue, her tongue circling and teasing his sensitive spots. The wet saliva mixed with the softness of her breasts, sending shivers of pleasure through him.
Seeing him like this, Qin Wuhun's eyes flashed with a hint of triumph.
She straightened her body, cupping her breasts in her hands, squeezing them tighter, quickening her pace. Her breasts slid rapidly against his penis, the soft embrace and slippery friction almost driving him to madness.
She lowered her head and exhaled a breath of hot air onto his tip, then took it into her mouth again and sucked hard. When she released it, a glistening drop of moisture clung to the corner of her lips, her appearance utterly lewd.
"Do you like me doing this to you?" her voice was soft and teasing, her hands moving without pause, creating a deep cleavage that dazzled his eyes.
"I love it...I love it so much..." Qin Tian panted, his eyes burning with desire.
She giggled, then leaned even lower, pressing her full breasts completely against his erection. She rubbed them together, teasing the tips with her tongue, licking and sucking, the rhythm growing faster and faster.
The softness of her breasts intertwined with her lips and tongue, sending Qin Tian into a series of low growls of pleasure: "If you keep doing this...I can't hold back anymore..."
She looked up with a seductive smile, patting her chest playfully, and said reproachfully, "If you can't hold back, then don't. You're always bullying me; now it's my turn to bully you."
Finally, Qin Tian thrust forward, letting out a low growl, and gushed out his hot, scalding fluid, spraying it onto her white, snowy peaks. The semen trickled down her cleavage, dripping into the hot spring water, a scene of eroticism that made one's blood boil.
Qin Wuhun released her grip, looking down at the mess on her chest, and said coquettishly, "You bad boy, you've dirtied me again!" She wiped her face, glared at him, but her eyes were full of laughter.
Qin Tian, panting, pulled her into his arms, chuckling, "Who told you to be so good at serving me? It's worth it even if I get dirty."
In the steamy air, they smiled at each other, their passion lingering.
The next day, Qin Wuhun clung tightly to Qin Tian's arm as they walked side by side into the Qin clan's gates.
At that moment, all the disciples and elders in the clan were stunned, their gazes fixed on this unexpected pair.
Qin Wuhun, the Qin clan's undisputed number one beauty, with skin like jade, a slender waist, long legs, and a full bosom that was impossible to look away from, usually as aloof as an iceberg, was now clinging to Qin Tian, as intimate as if she couldn't live without him.
And Qin Tian? The clan's notorious playboy, idle and lazy, causing trouble everywhere thanks to his grandfather's reputation—who would have thought such a guy would actually manage to snag the eldest sister, Qin Wuhun?
"What...what the hell happened? What incredible luck did that kid have?" a young disciple muttered in a low voice, his tone filled with envy and jealousy, his eyes fixed on Qin Wuhun's swaying figure.
"Yeah, look at eldest sister today, her face is as red as a peach, even more alluring than before," another disciple chimed in, sniffing as if trying to sniff out something in the air.
Qin Wuhun was indeed different today.
Her face was flushed with an alluring blush, her eyes glistening with moisture, as if she had just recovered from a passionate lovemaking session.
Her steps were slightly unsteady, her legs unconsciously pressed together, and her skirt swayed gently as she walked, revealing a faint dampness at the hem.
That was the lingering fluid from her climax the previous night.
She exuded a strong, alluring femininity, causing the male disciples around her to feel their hearts race and their throats bob.
The source of this aura was her passionate encounter with Qin Tian the previous night.
All night long, Qin Tian had kept her pinned down in the outdoor hot spring, her vagina and anus alternately filled with his semen, her womb overflowing with fluids. She had experienced countless orgasms, screaming and climaxing until Qin Tian finally carried her back at dawn.
Now, the warmth of that fluid still lingered within her; she could even feel the shameful trickle of liquid sliding down her inner thighs as she moved.
Even many cultivation fanatics within the family, outwardly composed, couldn't help but have their eyes lingering on Qin Wuhun, especially her trembling breasts, which swayed slightly with her steps, barely concealed by the thin fabric of her clothing, arousing their blood.
Why hadn't they noticed how alluring their eldest sister seemed today?
Qin Wuhun, aware of these gazes, felt no shame. Instead, she held her head high, her arms tightening around Qin Tian, as if declaring her choice to everyone.
Just then, a figure silently observed everything from the crowd.
Qin Wuming, standing outside the crowd, watched her sister and Qin Tian's affectionate display. Her heart felt like it had been pricked by needles, a bitter ache making it hard to breathe.
Qin Wuming bit her lower lip, her eyes slightly reddening.
She didn't step forward, but quietly turned and hurried away from the crowd.
Her retreating figure was lonely and forlorn, as if unwilling to let anyone see her vulnerability.
However, this scene did not escape Qin Wuhun's eyes.
Qin Wuhun watched her sister's departing figure, knowing her sister's thoughts and feelings for Qin Tian.
She turned her head, leaned close to Qin Tian's ear, her warm breath gently brushing against his earlobe, and whispered, "I don't mind sisters sharing a husband, but it depends on your abilities."
Her words were soft yet ambiguous, carrying a hint of provocation.
Qin Tian's eyes lit up immediately, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
His large hand slid unceremoniously to Qin Wuhun's waist, and seeing the beauties around, he casually pinched her pert buttocks, whispering, "Madam, are you giving me preferential treatment? Don't worry, I have plenty of ways; I won't let Wuming be heartbroken."
Qin Wuhun glared at him playfully, lightly patting his chest, and scolded, "You're so glib! I'm not married to you yet, I'm not your wife. But Wuming isn't as easy to fool as I am, you'll have to put in some effort."
Just then, a white figure appeared before Qin Tian like a gentle breeze—it was Jingchen.
She had clearly been waiting there intentionally, like a Buddhist saint descending to earth.
Jingchen wore a white monk's robe, seemingly simple, yet it was wide open, revealing nothing. The robe slid loosely down to her waist, barely covering her nipples, but still exposing large expanses of snow-white, alabaster skin.
Although she was a Buddhist, she showed no signs of celibacy; instead, her voluptuous body exuded a captivating allure.
Her enormous breasts stood tall and firm, like two towering mountains, weighing heavily on her chest, the thin, gossamer-thin monk's robes barely covering them.
Her breasts were plump and luscious, her skin as smooth as snow, the two rosy nipples hard as cherries, trembling slightly, as if they might at any moment squeeze out thick milk, spraying out a cloud of erotic white mist.
Her waist was slender, but her hips were astonishingly full, faintly visible beneath the monk's robes, outlining curves that made one's blood boil.
Her pure and serene face contrasted sharply with this utterly wanton body.
Her features were exquisitely beautiful, her eyes radiating a transcendent, ethereal purity, the corners of her lips slightly upturned, carrying a dignified and compassionate smile.
A faint halo seemed to flow between her forehead, making her appear like a Bodhisattva descended to earth, holy and noble.
Yet, beneath that pure and flawless face, a pair of lustful breasts swayed wantonly, their waves rolling, exuding a strong aura of carnal desire, making one unable to resist the urge to defile this Buddhist bodhisattva, to press her down and ravage her.
Jingchen slowly approached, bowing slightly to Qin Tian.
As she bowed, the monk's robe, which had been barely covering her nipples, could no longer bear the weight of her enormous breasts and slipped down with a whoosh.
Those astonishingly large breasts were completely exposed to the air, the white flesh making Qin Tian dizzy. The areolas were pink and wide, the nipples erect and hard, seemingly oozing a trickle of clear milk that flowed down the snow-white cleavage, emitting a rich, sweet fragrance.
She raised her head, a hint of aloofness still lingering on her dignified face. She parted her lips slightly and whispered, "Master..." Her voice was soft and seductive, seemingly capable of penetrating the depths of one's soul, causing Qin Tian's lower abdomen to tighten and his desire to ignite.
Qin Wuhun, clinging to Qin Tian's arm, glanced sideways at Jing Chen, his brow furrowing slightly at her utterly lewd appearance.
Those enormous, swaying breasts, their flesh so white and smooth it seemed one could squeeze water from them, their nipples erect and hard, faintly exuding a moist, milky fragrance—it was simply too dazzling.
However, Qin Wuhun's frown lasted only a moment before relaxing, a meaningful smile even appearing on his lips.
She released Qin Tian's arm, gently patted his chest, and said with a slightly teasing tone, "It's for you. Go ahead and do your work, don't forget our wedding." Her voice was soft yet playful, tinged with a hint of jealousy.
Qin Tian chuckled, his large hand sliding down to shamelessly fondle Qin Wuhun's firm, round buttocks.
The flesh beneath his palm was incredibly plump and elastic. He squeezed it, feeling the soft yet resilient texture, and whispered, "Don't worry, my darling wife, how could I forget my Wuhun's big butt and our wedding?"
Qin Wuhun trembled slightly from his touch, her pretty face flushing slightly. She glared at him and scolded, "You're so frivolous!"
With that, she swayed her alluring hips, turned, and walked away alone, her steps light yet deliberately provocative.
As Qin Wuhun passed by Jingchen, her gaze involuntarily fell upon her exaggeratedly large breasts.
The breasts were truly enormous, trembling precariously, as if they might leap out at any moment and smash into someone. The cleavage was bottomless, dazzlingly white, making even Qin Wuhun, a woman, feel a jolt in her heart.
She stopped, looked her up and down, and said in a flat tone with a hint of mockery, "Very large breasts."
The words were blunt, sounding both like a compliment and a provocation.
Jingchen, upon hearing this, did not become angry. Instead, she smiled slightly, her dignified face still bearing that aloof and otherworldly air.
She nodded gently, clasped her hands together, and said softly, "Thank you for the compliment, Mistress."
Her voice was warm and gentle, yet emanating from that incredibly wanton body, it sounded particularly eerie and seductive.
As she lowered her head, her enormous breasts swayed again, the waves of milk nearly bursting open her monk's robes, revealing an even more breathtaking glimpse of her voluptuous figure.
Qin Wuhun's figure receded into the distance, leaving behind a seductive silhouette, while Qin Tian's attention had already shifted to Jingchen before him.
He stepped forward, impatiently embracing her from behind, his large hands pouncing like hungry tigers, directly grasping her enormous, luscious breasts.
The moment his palms touched her, the plump, white flesh overflowed from between his fingers, its heavy weight almost causing him to drop his grip.
He squeezed hard without hesitation, his fingertips digging fiercely into the erect nipple. With a "plop," a thick stream of white milk spurted from the nipple like an arrow, tracing a lewd arc as it splattered onto the ground, releasing a rich, sweet fragrance.
Jingchen trembled at the pinch, a low, seductive moan escaping her throat.
She tilted her head slightly, a flush rising on her dignified face, her eyes sparkling with a captivating allure.
She turned, leaning against Qin Tian's chest, and softly said, "Master, my Path of Bliss is complete. Master can attain Buddhahood now."
Her voice was gentle yet seductive, her pure and flawless face paired with her lewd tone, making her exceptionally alluring.
Jingchen was a Buddhist, but possessed a unique constitution, cultivating the rare Path of Bliss.
This path differed drastically from the ascetic practices of ordinary Buddhism. It required no meditation, no chanting, only unrestrained indulgence in carnal desire, using pleasure to attain enlightenment.
What other Buddhist disciples might never reach through a lifetime of arduous cultivation was effortless for Jingchen.
Qin Tian, through countless dual cultivation sessions with Jing Chen, was able to ascend to the Buddhist path.
Previously, Jing Chen's path of joy was not yet fully developed, but he had already ravished her countless times. His massive member thrusting in and out of her body had driven this wanton Buddhist woman to ecstasy, laying a deep foundation of Buddhist nature for himself.
Now, Jing Chen's path was complete. Although Qin Tian hadn't recited a single scripture or practiced meditation for a single second, he already faintly radiated a Buddhist light. His Buddhist nature stirred within him, waiting only for complete union with Jing Chen to ascend to heaven in one step and attain the supreme Buddhahood.
Qin Tian looked down at Jing Chen in his arms, his large hands still kneading her breasts, his fingertips occasionally flicking her nipples, causing milk to gush out and soak half of his clothes.
He grinned, his voice low and mocking: "Become a Buddha? I've fucked you so many times, I should be a Buddha by now. Now that you've achieved enlightenment, your tits are squirting even more enthusiastically. One more time, and I'll be a Buddha."
As he spoke, he hugged Jingchen tighter, his lower body already burning hard, pressing against her full buttocks through her clothes, wanting nothing more than to tear off her monk's robes and ravage her again.
Jingchen, instead of being ashamed or angry, smiled slightly, a bewitching allure spreading across her dignified face.
She gently stroked Qin Tian's chest and said softly, "Master is right. This body of Jingchen was born to help you attain enlightenment. Today, the Great Dao is complete. If you wish, Master, you can merge with Jingchen, share ultimate bliss, and ascend to the Buddha realm together."
As she spoke, she thrust out her chest, her large breasts swaying even more violently under Qin Tian's hand, milk dripping down as if enticing him to act immediately.