Madam Shen pressed her back against the smooth, wet stones at the edge of the pool. Her thin white undergarment was completely see-through in the water and clung tightly to her curves.
She had already taken off her heavy crimson robes. Her mature body was bare under his gaze.
Her chest rose and fell quickly. She breathed in short, cold gasps, waiting for the cure to her long suffering.
Lin Tian did not hurry. The Frost-Yin Blockage had been stuck deep in her spiritual veins for decades.
A quick physical joining would not fully clear the bad Qi.
He needed to prepare her body first. He had to break down her physical and mental barriers until her meridians were open and ready for his strong Yang energy.
The warm water of the private hot spring lapped gently around their legs. Steam rose in soft clouds.
Madam Shen’s long black hair had come loose and floated around her shoulders like dark silk. Droplets clung to her collarbones.
Lin Tian stepped closer until the water reached his waist. His presence alone pressed against her senses—warm, heavy, unmistakably masculine.
The strict lines of her face softened for a moment, then tightened again as pride fought the need that had lived inside her for years.
"Patience," he said, voice low and even. "The blockage will not yield to force alone."
She gave a small, almost reluctant nod.
A soft sound escaped her lips when his hands finally settled on her bare shoulders.
Her skin was porcelain-cool, dusted with a fine layer of frost. The moment his palms touched her, heat seeped from his skin into hers.
She drew in a quick breath, shoulders tensing, then slowly easing under the steady pressure of his thumbs.
He worked the tight muscles at the base of her neck with careful strength. Each slow circle sent a thread of Yang energy into the frozen channels beneath her skin.
The ice began to crack in tiny fractures. Madam Shen’s head tipped back against his chest. Her eyes closed.
A restrained sound rose from her throat as the first real warmth in years spread through her upper meridians.
"Your body has waited long enough," he murmured near her ear.
"It is... cold," she answered, voice still measured even as it wavered. "But your hands... they burn. In a way that does not hurt."
Her fingers found his forearms and held on. Nails pressed lightly into his skin.
Lin Tian’s hands traveled lower, following the elegant curve of her back. Primordial Essence flowed from his fingertips in thin streams.
When his palms reached the full swell of her hips, she shifted against him without meaning to. A soft, startled sound left her lips.
He turned her gently. Water swirled around their bodies. Her face was flushed, lips slightly parted.
For a heartbeat she met his eyes—proud, wary, and already beginning to glaze. Then he leaned in and took her mouth.
The kiss was deep and unhurried. His tongue slid past her lips. Madam Shen made a small, muffled sound against him.
At first her tongue stayed shy. Then, slowly, she answered. Her arms rose and settled around his neck.
While their mouths moved together, his hands found the heavy weight of her breasts. He cupped them through the transparent cloth.
The moment he pressed her sensitive nipples, a sharper sound broke from her—half gasp, half restrained moan.
Lin Tian lowered his mouth. Through the wet silk he drew gently on one tight peak, teeth grazing the tip.
Madam Shen’s body jerked. A longer sound escaped her—still controlled, but richer.
He continued lower. One hand slid beneath the water until his fingers found the warm folds between her thighs.
Even in the heat of the spring she was slick. He traced the entrance carefully, then pressed one finger inside.
Her reaction was immediate. Internal muscles clenched hard around the intrusion—tight, unused after years of isolation.
A high, startled cry left her throat. Her free hand gripped his shoulder. For a moment her entire body went rigid.
Pride flared hard inside her. She was the Head Manager. She should not be trembling like this.
Yet the fullness sent heat racing through frozen channels. Yang energy pulsed from his fingertip, melting the frost.
Gradually the iron clamp of her body loosened. Small, involuntary sounds began to slip out—soft gasps, restrained moans.
He added a second finger. The stretch drew another sharp inhale, followed by a longer, shaking exhale.
Her hips gave a small, involuntary roll against his hand.
[Ding! Target’s mental defenses weakening. Obsession Level: 18% (Intrigued)]
"Do not... continue like this," she managed, voice low and strained. "I have endured the cold long enough. End it. Give me the cure."
Lin Tian withdrew his fingers. He gripped her hips and positioned himself at her entrance.
He met her eyes one last time.
"Hold on to me."
He entered her in one steady, powerful thrust.
The cry that tore from Madam Shen’s throat was raw—shock, pain, and desperate relief tangled together.
Her body stretched around him with almost violent resistance. The burn was sharp and deep.
Her legs locked around his waist. Nails dug into his back. For several heartbeats she could only cling and breathe in short, broken gasps.
Pride still fought. Yet the heat pouring into her meridians was already melting decades of ice. Her body began to ease around him.
Lin Tian held still, buried to the hilt, letting the first wave of Yang energy radiate outward.
Then he began to move.
Each slow withdrawal and deep return sent another pulse of Yang into her. Soft, wet sounds rose with every thrust.
Madam Shen’s head fell back. High gasps and broken moans spilled from her lips. Occasional sharp cries escaped when he struck especially deep.
"It is... too full," she whispered against his neck, yet her hips began to meet his. "It burns... and still something inside me keeps asking for more—"
He drove into her harder. The slap of wet skin echoed off the courtyard walls.
Steam rose thicker. Their bodies locked tighter. Lin Tian controlled the angle, the depth, the pace.
He felt her dense Yin energy begin to flow into him in return. Power built in both of them.
Madam Shen’s arms tightened around his neck. The last of her composure crumbled.
Moans spilled freely now—low, aching, rising in pitch whenever he bottomed out inside her.
Her internal muscles fluttered and clenched, drawing him deeper with every stroke.
"Please..." she breathed. "Do not stop. Not yet."
His pace increased. Water splashed higher. Heat flooded her meridians in scorching waves while cool Yin rushed back into him.
[Ding! Obsession Level rising... 47% (Dependent)]
Madam Shen’s body tightened around him with sudden intensity. Her back arched.
A long, shuddering cry left her throat as climax tore through her—first the physical release, then the deeper spiritual one as the remaining walls of Frost-Yin began to collapse.
Her legs shook. Tears mixed with the mist on her cheeks. She clung to him as if he were the only solid thing left.
Lin Tian drove into her through the peak. Her moans turned continuous, soft and broken.
The stubborn Yin inside her finally began to melt.