Madam Chen knelt there.
The flawless jade of her face looked bothered.
For centuries, those delicate hands had held immortal swords that could cleave mountains, cradled heaven-grade spirit pills worth entire sects, and channeled profound qi through ancient formations.
Yet now, for the first time in her long cultivation life.
They held something utterly foreign… a man's thing.
『Curse you, Li Qingmu…』
His thick, veiny shaft throbbed hotly in her grip.
One small hand barely encircled its girth and even her fingers strained to meet around the pulsing rod, but she kept her hold powerfully firm.
The simple squeeze of her soft palm sent waves of pleasure crashing through him.
"Huurghh—"
His head fell back once, twice as a low groan escaped his lips while his hips twitched involuntarily.
She looked up at him.
Those thin, beautiful eyes looked up at him.
He smiled down at her like some shameless pervert.
"Young men these days truly have no respect."
