In an instant, Qing Tan's legs came together, then, right before Wuming's eyes, she straightened and lifted them, stopping only after her feet had passed the armrests of the sofa. By this time, her skirt had already fallen to her waist due to her legs being raised high. Looking down, one could see some of the petals of her vulva tightly pressed between her legs. Then, to Wuming's astonishment, her legs parted to the sides, draped over the sofa. With her legs spread, Qing Tan's vulva was no longer concealed, directly exposed to Wuming's eyes. Both legs were encased in black stockings, and in the center of the stockings was a circular white area, within which—the snow-white skin, the red petals, and the glistening moisture—were all undeniably eye-catching.
At this moment, Qing Tan's jade-like hands began to move. Her left hand reached down, pressing her fingers against her vulva. Then, to Wuming's astonishment, Qing Tan's right hand lightly pressed against her chin, uttering alluring moans. Her left hand began to gently massage her vulva, but this massage lasted only a few seconds. However, this was not the end. After stopping the massage, Qing Tan extended two slender fingers and inserted them into her vulva, stirring them in front of Wuming. With each movement of her fingers, Wuming could see her vaginal fluids flowing out and dripping onto the sofa beneath him.
Wuming's desire surged. He wanted to say something, but dared not. He could see Qing Tan watching him with a playful and provocative gaze. His penis throbbed painfully from witnessing Qing Tan's lewd act, but he could only swallow hard as he watched her masturbate on the sofa. Soon, Wuming saw Qing Tan's hand, which was inserted into her vagina, stop again. Just as Wuming was wondering what Qing Tan would do next, he saw her withdraw her two fingers, which were covered in her vaginal fluids, and place them against the labia. Finally, Qing Tan spread her fingers apart, creating a small opening in her vagina. This sight made Wuming's mouth gape open. Then he saw Qing Tan's red lips part slightly again, but this time, instead of a lewd moan, seductive words escaped her lips.
"After careful consideration, I've decided to grant you a chance to serve me," Qing Tan said, looking down at Wuming. Her words were full of provocation, languor, and lewdness, especially coming from a rather immature voice, which sent shivers down one's spine.
Wuming froze on the spot again. Ying Huanhuan's change of heart was too fast; he couldn't keep up with her pace once more. She had just put on a lewd display of self-pleasure, and now she was extending an invitation without warning.
Seeing Wuming standing there motionless, Qing Tan laughed, "Hehe, aren't you coming over? Don't tell me you don't want this opportunity?"
"Lord Qing Tan!" Reminded by Qing Tan, Wuming stopped his daze and jumped up, throwing himself at Qing Tan.
After Wuming lunged at the sofa, he stopped. He suppressed his desire and excitement. Although extremely agitated, he dared not be too rough. He knew that even during the act, Qing Tan could still intervene if she wanted to. Therefore, if he wanted to continue or have another chance, he had to please Qing Tan.
When Qing Tan saw the nameless man's naked body approaching her, her body trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly. Although she was prepared, the thought of actually doing it still made her waver somewhat. Moreover, someone was recording what she was doing. Especially when Qing Tan saw Ying Huanhuan slightly reveal her figure before her, then walk up to her with a recording stone and write down her current posture, the playful smile on her face froze. Not only that, Qing Tan also saw Ying Huanhuan stop and squat down in front of her lower body, smiling. Qing Tan knew that Ying Huanhuan had definitely recorded the action of spreading her fingers open her vagina. This made Qing Tan's pretty face flush with embarrassment, and she had to glare at Ying Huanhuan to slightly alleviate her shyness and nervousness.
When Wuming stopped in front of Qing Tan, the roles reversed. Qing Tan, who had previously looked down at him, now looked up at him with disdain. When she saw Wuming holding his penis, the glans touching her fingers and pressing against her vagina, she sneered, "I hope you're of some use. If you're not comfortable, your head can roll off your body."
"Don't worry, Lady Qing Tan, I will definitely make you comfortable," Wuming's smile stiffened slightly upon hearing Qing Tan's words, but he quickly agreed. Having gone this far, he didn't want to be driven away so easily.
After saying this, Wuming slightly thrust forward, and his not-so-large glans easily entered Qing Tan's vagina, which was spread open.
"Mmm..." Feeling the glans slowly enter her body, Qing Tan trembled slightly, her cheeks flushing even more. Once the nameless man's glans was fully inside her, the fingers that had been spreading her vaginal opening withdrew. Without the support of the fingers, her vagina tightly enveloped the glans, and Qing Tan felt an even stronger pleasure. Then she saw the nameless man's hands support himself on her legs, and she felt his penis slowly penetrate deeper into her body.
"Ah..." Qing Tan's body was petite, so her vagina was exceptionally tight. Although the nameless man's penis wasn't very large, it still felt a little difficult to enter her vagina. Once it was fully inside, the warmth and moisture within far exceeded her expectations, and the pleasurable sensation made the nameless man let out a low growl.
"Lady Qing Tan, how's my penis? Isn't it comfortable?"
After a slight pause, Wuming lowered his head. When he saw Qing Tan's slightly furrowed brows, he chuckled and teased her.
"Hmph, comfortable my foot! It's just a small thing, nothing special," Qing Tan said dismissively, though she felt some pleasure. After all, to her, Wuming's thing was indeed nothing special. While it might be a little larger than average, let alone her brother Lin Dong's enormous member, Wuming's penis, in terms of both length and girth, was at least inferior to the others Qing Tan had tried. Moreover, Qing Tan didn't think much of Wuming, so she wouldn't say anything nice to him.
Upon hearing Qing Tan's words, Wuming's smiling lips twitched slightly. He had expected at least a fair assessment, even if he didn't receive praise—after all, his "thing" had slept with many women. He hadn't anticipated such a disparaging comment, causing his face to flush slightly. Wuming smiled wryly at Qing Tan, "Lady Qing Tan, mine can't be that bad, can it?"
"Heh, this thing isn't bad?" Qing Tan chuckled mockingly, then said to Wuming with a playful tone, "If you say it's not bad, then get moving and let me see what you're capable of." "?"
Seeing himself mocked, Wuming's face turned even redder. Of course, he wouldn't admit defeat to Qing Tan, but he didn't dare utter any harsh words, lest Qing Tan be displeased and kick him away. However, he also didn't want Qing Tan to be so presumptuous, deciding to leave a deep impression. So he said to Qing Tan, "Then, Lady Qing Tan, please begin your cultivation technique. I'll show you whether I'm capable or not!"
Qing Tan gave a soft hum, then closed her eyes and began to circulate the Demonic Cultivation Technique that the Dark Palace Master had just given her.
Wuming gently stroked Qing Tan's thighs. Just now, he had been so focused on having sex with Qing Tan that he hadn't had a chance to properly savor her delicate thighs. Now that his goal was achieved, he could finally appreciate the other beauty of Qing Tan's body. Although Qing Tan's thighs weren't particularly full, her tender skin was irresistible to touch, especially with the stockings covering them, making her soft skin even more alluring. However, before Wuming could touch her for more than a few seconds, he was surprised to see Qing Tan open her eyes.
"How long are you going to keep touching me?" Qing Tan sneered at Wuming, then said playfully, "Or do you prefer feet? Why don't you just lie down on the ground?"
"Ahem, how could I? I just didn't know you'd circulate your energy so quickly," Wuming chuckled sheepishly. He was genuinely surprised that Qing Tan had circulated her energy so quickly; he thought it would take at least a few minutes. He hadn't expected it to be done in just a few seconds.
How could Wuming know Qing Tan's cultivation level?
At this stage, activating a cultivation technique would be a piece of cake for Qing Tan.