Ye Chen carried Zhao Yanyan as they soared through the sky, heading toward the hotel where he was staying.
He had decided not to take her back to school just yet-she needed time to calm down, and this was for her own good.
For Zhao Yanyan, this was her first time flying-not in an airplane, but in the arms of a man.
The sensation was surreal. She had only seen people flying in movies and dramas, never imagining she would experience it herself.
"Ye Chen... are you some kind of superhero?" she asked, her voice trembling with awe.
After five minutes of flight, Ye Chen gently brought her into his room through the open window.
"Ye Chen, just how many secrets do you have?" Zhao Yanyan asked, her eyes filled with curiosity and wonder.
"Yanyan... I don't want to hide anything from you, but I'm afraid you might not be able to accept the truth," Ye Chen replied hesitantly.
"Don't say that," she insisted, gripping his hand. "No matter what, I'll accept you for who you are."
Touched by her words, Ye Chen held her hands tightly and whispered, "And I will accept you for who you are, my dear Yanyan."
Their eyes locked, and Ye Chen's gaze drifted to her soft, cherry-red lips. Slowly, he leaned in.
Zhao Yanyan knew what was coming. Her heart raced as she closed her eyes in anticipation.
Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. Ye Chen's tongue slipped into her mouth, exploring hungrily. Zhao Yanyan responded eagerly, their tongues entwining in a dance of desire.
The intensity of the kiss sent waves of pleasure through her, making her mind go blank.
Finally, when she could no longer breathe, Ye Chen pulled away.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Ye Chen lifted her effortlessly and tossed her onto the bed.
"Ye Chen, close the window and curtains first," Zhao Yanyan murmured shyly.
With a mere wave of his hand, Ye Chen sealed the room in darkness, the window and curtains shutting on their
own.
Zhao Yanyan's heart pounded as she realized what was about to happen.
Deep down, she had already accepted Ye Chen as her husband.
Ye Chen's fingers worked deftly, unbuttoning her blouse. Beneath it was a plain white bra, which he quickly discarded, exposing her perky, youthful breasts.
His hands cupped them, squeezing gently, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
"Ahhh... Ye Chen, be gentler..." she moaned, her voice trembling.
Using the King's Heart Technique, Ye Chen intensified her pleasure, makir her squirm beneath him.
"Ahhh... ahhh..." Zhao Yanyan's moans grew louder as she lost herself in the sensations. She had never felt anything like this before-every touch sent her spiraling into ecstasy.
Ye Chen's mouth descended on one of her pink nipples, sucking and teasing it like a hungry infant.
Ahh... ahhhh..." Zhao Yanyan arched her back, her body trembling.
Her lower abdomen burned with need, her core drenched with arousal.
When Ye Chen finally pulled away, he moved lower, peeling off her skirt and panties.
"Ye Chen, don't look... it's embarrassing..." she protested weakly, covering herself with her hands.
"No, Yanyan... you're beautiful," he murmured, gently removing her hands.
Her pink, glistening folds were fully exposed now, dripping with desire.
Ye Chen lowered his head, his tongue flicking against her sensitive clit.
"Ahhh! Ye Chen, that's dirty!" she gasped, her face burning.
"Nothing about you is dirty, my love," he replied before diving back in, savoring her sweet nectar.
Zhao Yanyan's mind went blank as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She could only moan helplessly, her body writhing beneath his skilled tongue.
When he finally pulled away, she was panting, her body trembling with need.
Ye Chen stripped off his own clothes, revealing his massive erection-11 inches long, as thick as her wrist.
Zhao Yanyan's eyes widened in shock. "Ye Chen... I'm scared.."
"Don't worry, Yanyan," he reassured her. "The pain will only last a moment. After that, I promise you'll feel nothing but pleasure."
"Then... make me yours forever," she whispered, spreading her legs in surrender.
Slowly, Ye Chen pushed inside, stretching her tight walls.
"Ahhhh!" Zhao Yanyan cried out, her nails digging into his back as she felt herself being split apart.
Finally, he was fully sheathed inside her. Seeing the tears in her eyes, he paused.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked gently.
"A little..." she admitted.
After a few moments, the pain faded, replaced by a strange, throbbing
pleasure.
"You can move now..." she whispered.
Ye Chen began thrusting slowly, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
"Ah... ah... ah... Husband... it feels amazing!" she moaned, her voice growing louder with each thrust.
The hotel's soundproof walls ensured no one heard her cries as Ye Chen drove into her relentlessly.
Circulating the King's Heart Technique, Ye Chen absorbed her Yin energy, enhancing his cultivation far more efficiently than simply absorbing it from the air.
Zhao Yanyan's tight walls clenched around him, milking him deliciously.
"Ah! Husband... not so deep! Ahhh... deeper! I'm going to-AHHHHH!"
Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around him.
But Ye Chen wasn't done. He continued thrusting, pushing her toward another peak.
"Husband... please... let me rest..." she begged, exhausted.
Ignoring her pleas, he kept going, lost in the pleasure of her body.
An hour later, he finally released deep inside her, filling her with his Yang energy.
Zhao Yanyan lay panting, her body limp like a ship battered by a storm.
She had lost count of how many times she had climaxed-never in her 17 years had she felt such overwhelming pleasure.
She knew then that she could never leave this man-the one who had taken her virginity and awakened her body to such ecstasy.
Glancing down, she saw that Ye Chen was still hard.
"Husband... spare me... I can't take anymore..." she pleaded weakly.
Seeing her swollen, sensitive flesh, Ye Chen relented. "Very well, my love. Rest now."
He pulled her into his arms, and within moments, she was asleep against his chest.
Smiling, Ye Chen held her close. Zhao Yanyan was now his woman.
Tonight's Dual Cultivation had been incredibly fruitful.
Thanks to Zhao Yanyan's Saintess physique, he had broken through two levels in one go -jumping from the 6th Level of the Ancient Warrior Realm to the 8th Level.
As he drifted off to sleep, he was unaware that someone else had been watching.
Chu Yuechan.
Though she had tried to resist, curiosity had gotten the better of her.
Witnessing Ye Chen and Zhao Yanyan's passionate coupling had ignited a fire within her.
Her body grew hot, her fingers involuntarily trailing down to her own untouched core.
Despite her teasing nature, Chu Yuechan was still a pure virgin-one who had never known a man's touch.
And now, for the first time, she wondered what it would feel like to be in Zhao Yanyan's place.