Lin Fengyang sat cross-legged in his chamber. Morning had passed, and the manor was quiet, the servants' cleaning erasing the previous night's debauchery. His qi surged, a new spark flaring in his dantian—the fourth spark of the
Nine Sparks of Yang Ignition. With it, he had broken through to the
4th Stage of Qi Condensation Realm, his meridians humming with fresh power. The air felt sharper, his senses keener, as if the world bent slightly to his will.
He turned his attention to the Yin-Draining Codex, its second page flickering in his mind's eye. To master the codex—a forbidden art for siphoning yin qi from women—he needed to comprehend all its pages, a grueling prerequisite before he could fuse it with his Nine Sparks of Yang Ignition to forge a dual cultivation technique. His true aim was this dual cultivation art, a path to amplify his power by dual cultivating with women in mutual beneficial way rather than draining them and courting death.
The second page was intricate, its concepts more elusive than the first, demanding relentless focus. Hours bled away, his brow damp with sweat, qi weaving through his meridians as he wrestled with its intricacies. At last, a triumphant clarity broke through—he had fully comprehended the second page, mastering it alongside the first.
Now having mastered two pages, he couldn't wield yin draining yet, as he was far from grasping the codex's entirety. Even if he mastered it, he wouldn't dare use it within the sect—sapping the qi of sect women or weakening their cultivation would provoke the Nether Blossom Sect's wrath, a death sentence for a mere Qi Condensation ant like him. Exhausted, his mind heavy with the effort, he leaned back and decided to take a short, quick nap, resolve burning for the night ahead when Meiyin would face his newfound strength.
As dusk settled, Su Meiyin glided through the chamber door, her silk robes whispering against the polished stone floor. Her eyes smoldered with barely contained lust, the day's restraint in the Nether Blossom Sect melting away, her lips parted, breath shallow and quick. To the world, she was a Core Formation elder, untouchable, but here, marked by the Soul-Binding Lotus Pill's dissolved power, her soul was enslaved to Fengyang—craving, submissive, a vessel for his dominance.
Huo Yan's cackle echoed from the jade ring, lewd and eager. "Kekeke, the show's here, brat. I'll sit back and watch—don't disappoint." His voice faded, the old ghost slipping into silent voyeurism, his presence a faint warmth in the ring.
"Bitch, strip," Fengyang commanded, his voice a low, cutting growl, sharp as a honed blade. He lounged on the bed, bare-chested, pants clinging to his hips, his muscles taut from the morning's cultivation, qi humming beneath his skin.
Meiyin's fingers moved instantly, loosening her robes' sash, the silk sliding to the floor in a soft heap, revealing her jade-smooth skin, breasts full and heavy, nipples hardening in the chamber's chill. Her thighs glistened faintly, a hint of arousal already pooling, her body betraying her sect's poise. She stood naked, eyes locked on him, trembling with need.
"Bitch, crawl to me," Fengyang growled, leaning back, his gaze cold but burning with anticipation, his cock stirring beneath his pants.
Meiyin dropped to all fours, her movements fluid yet desperate, like a beast drawn to its master. Her breasts swayed as she crawled across the polished floor, hips rolling, her raven hair trailing like ink. She reached the bed, kneeling at its edge, her head tilting upward, eyes wide with worship, lips parted, a faint drool sheen on her chin. "Master, may I worship your cock?" she asked, voice a husky plea, thick with lust.
Fengyang's lips curled, a cruel smirk. "Do you need to ask? Shouldn't your slutty mind know by now?" His tone was mocking, daring her to prove her devotion.
She smiled, a flicker of delight in her glazed eyes, and her hands darted to his pants, tugging them down with eager precision. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, veins pulsing under her gaze. Like a golem finding its ring, Meiyin's fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking tentatively, her breath hitching. "My precious," she murmured, voice reverent, as if the act were a sacred rite.
She lowered her face, tongue swirling across his tip, a slow, teasing spiral that sent a jolt through his spine. Spitting on his cock, she smeared the slickness with her hand, stroking faster, her eyes never leaving his.
Her lips parted, taking him in, bobbing slowly at first, savoring each inch as she swallowed his length, her throat tightening around him. Her tongue danced along his shaft, wet and warm, her moans vibrating softly, muffled by his girth. Saliva dripped from her lips, pooling on his thighs, her pace deliberate, worshipful, her hands gripping his base to steady herself.
Fengyang let her set the rhythm, watching her head rise and fall, her hair swaying like a dark curtain, her breasts jiggling faintly with each motion. She pressed deeper, gagging slightly, her devotion unyielding, the pill driving her to please.
His patience snapped. Grabbing her hair, he yanked her head back, then thrust into her mouth, facefucking her with brutal force. Her gags turned sharp, tears streaming down her cheeks mixing with drool as he pounded her throat. Her hands clutched his thighs, nails digging in, but she didn't resist, her moans choking out between thrusts, her pussy dripping onto the floor, a slick puddle forming.
He pulled out, her lips swollen, gasping, a string of spit connecting her mouth to his cock, her face a mess of tears and lust.
"Good bitch," he rasped, voice thick with dominance, his yang qi flaring, sparks heating his blood.
Fengyang shoved Meiyin to her feet, her legs trembling, and pushed her onto the bed, her body landing with a thud, silk sheets bunching beneath her. He grabbed her thighs, splaying them wide, her pussy glistening, lips swollen and wet, begging for his touch.
Spitting on her folds, he lowered his face, trailing slow kisses along her inner thighs, her skin quivering under his lips, her breath hitching. His tongue grazed her pussy lips, lapping gently at first, savoring her taste, her slickness coating his mouth. Her arousal surged, her pussy soaking as he ate her out, his tongue diving deeper, lapping furiously, a wet, rhythmic slurp echoing in the chamber.
Her moans spilling free, sharp and desperate, as he pulled her labia with his lips, sucking hard, then nibbling lightly, teasing her sensitive flesh. Her clit throbbed under his tongue, and he attacked it, flicking and sucking, her body writhing, hands clawing the sheets. "Master, please!" she gasped, eyes rolling back, head tilted toward the ceiling, lost in ecstasy.
Her thighs clamped around his head, trembling, her pussy gushing, a slick flood that smeared his chin. He feasted until she was a quivering mess, her cries peaking, her body taut, on the edge of release but denied, his control absolute.
He rose, kneeling over her, his cock hard and dripping, poised above her quivering form. With a single, rough stroke, he plunged into her pussy, her giggle cutting through the haze as her eyes snapped from the ceiling to meet his, a spark of delight glinting in her lust.
He thrust hard from the start, hips slamming against her. Each drive shook her frame. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples hard as jade. His hands roamed her tits, squeezing firmly. His thumbs flicked her nipples, drawing sharp gasps from her lips. He lowered his mouth to suck her breasts. His tongue swirled over her sensitive peaks. His teeth grazed lightly, teasing her flesh. Her hands caressed his head, fingers tangling in his hair.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper. Their mouths crashed together in a heated, animalistic kiss. Tongues battled fiercely, moans mingling in the air.
Her pussy clenched around him, a scalding vise, as he pounded relentlessly. The bed creaked, its wooden frame straining under their frenzied rhythm. His yang qi surged, the sparks of his Nine Sparks of Yang Ignition fueling his stamina. Her yin qi yielded, a dance of dominance and surrender unfolding between them. Her nails raked his back, leaving faint red trails. Her kisses turned sloppy, desperate, her lips trembling against his. Her body arched, meeting his thrusts with eager abandon.
With a guttural moan, he emptied himself inside her. Hot yang qi flooded her yin cave, a searing torrent that overflowed, coating her thighs in sticky warmth. Her legs and arms loosened, falling limp to the sheets. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. Fengyang pulled out, his cock slick with their mingled fluids. Her pussy quivered, leaking his cum in creamy trails that glistened against her skin.
"Get on all fours, bitch," Fengyang barked, his voice a harsh whip, standing at the bed's edge, his cock still hard and glistening with her slickness.
Meiyin complied instantly, scrambling to her knees. She crawled toward him, her ass swaying enticingly, breasts dangling beneath her. Her face flushed with raw need.
She knelt before him, eyes fixed on his throbbing cock, awaiting his next command. "Clean this mess," he snarled, seizing her hair and shoving his cock into her mouth.
He thrust quickly, using her throat to wipe his shaft clean. Her lips stretched around him, gagging softly as spit and cum mingled. She sucked eagerly, her tongue swirling with slavish devotion. The act was meaningless—his cock would soon plunge back into her cum-filled pussy—but the humiliation was the point, her submission a testament to his dominance. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails biting into his skin. She moaned, the sound muffled.
He pulled out, Meiyin's lips red and swollen, a glistening string of spit dangling from her chin. He climbed onto the bed, where she remained on all fours, her ass raised toward him, her pussy dripping with his seed in creamy rivulets.
He rubbed his cock against her slick folds, teasing her entrance, poised to thrust in again, when Huo Yan's voice shattered his focus, sly and dripping with suggestion. "Brat, hold up. Why keep hammering her pussy when there's a tighter prize waiting to be claimed?"
Fengyang froze, his cock hovering, a frown creasing his brow. "What're you blabbering about, old geezer? Where else would I put it—her ass?" His voice carried a mix of skepticism and irritation, his patience thin for the old ghost's games.
Huo Yan's grin was audible, wicked and wide. "Bingo, boy—that's it."
Before Fengyang could protest, a pulse of qi from the ring flooded his mind with a technique: the
Chrysanthemum Purifying Sutra, a low-level art blending space, water, fire, and transformation paths. It transformed impurities in the ass into vapor, teleporting them a mile away in an instant, then cleansed the passage with a soothing water technique and a purifying wave, finishing with a drying fire that stung faintly—bearable for cultivators but a scorching torment for mortals, whose asses would burn like charred steak.
"I'm dead serious, brat," Huo Yan went on, his voice thick with perverse delight. "This makes her ass pristine—you can fuck it, even munch it, and savor a whole new flavor. Originally crafted for hygiene, but that deviant Wei Long twisted it for anal with his wife, Xiao Huoyan, during their century-long duel before their marriage. He got a wild inspiration to conquer her that way, desperate to break their stalemate when he couldn't overpower her. Too bad for him, the slut took to it like a flame to oil—not only did she not crumble, she craved it. She loved getting assfucked so much, she once tried it with the Son of Heaven. His insane luck let him survive her hunger, and he spread the sutra's filthy secret to his harem, then to his friend Fatty Wang, who blabbed it to half the cultivation world."
"Truly the most lustful fiends to ever walk the earth," Fengyang muttered, shaking his head, his voice low with begrudging awe. Huo Yan's chuckle rumbled, then faded as the old ghost slipped back into spectator mode, the ring's warmth dimming to a faint pulse.
Fengyang narrowed his focus, channeling the Chrysanthemum Purifying Sutra, a low-tier technique blending space, water, fire, and transformation arts to cleanse the body.
A subtle pulse of qi enveloped Meiyin's ass, her sphincter quivering as the technique took effect. Impurities within her were vaporized instantly, teleported a mile away through a fleeting spatial rift, leaving no trace. A gentle wash of water qi cleansed her passage, followed by a quick flare of fire qi that dried it, delivering a brief, stinging heat.
Meiyin squirmed, a soft "Ah!" slipping from her lips, her hips twitching at the sharp sensation.
Her cultivator's resilience dismissed the discomfort as trivial, her body steadying. Somewhere far off, an unfortunate soul might gag on the teleported foul gas, but here, her ass gleamed pristine, perfectly prepared for his conquest.
He leaned in, his tongue swirling across Meiyin's sphincter. The tight, puckered ring yielded under his touch, warm and responsive. Meiyin moaned, her voice trembling. "Ah, fuck, Master—that place is dirty!"
Her tone wavered between protest and arousal. Her body tensed, caught in uncertainty yet pulsing with desire.
"Shut up, bitch," Fengyang snapped, his voice a harsh rebuke.
His tongue dove deeper, lapping at her ass with relish, savoring its clean, forbidden heat. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. Her hips pushed back, urging him to continue. He ate her out relentlessly, his tongue probing, lips sucking at her quivering sphincter. Her pussy dripped anew, slick trails snaking down her thighs. Her cries echoed through the chamber, a full of ecstasy. Her body surrendered fully to the unfamiliar sensation.
Rising, he rubbed his cock against her sphincter. Its tight ring glistened with saliva. Meiyin's voice wavered, laced with confusion. "Master, my hole's down there..." Her words were tentative. She thought he'd mistaken her ass for her pussy. Her body tensed in uncertainty.
Fengyang dismissed her hesitant words with a predatory glint in his eyes. In one ruthless motion, he drove his cock deep into her ass, forcing her sphincter to stretch wide, the tight ring yielding under his brutal invasion. Her ass clamped around him like a scorching vice, gripping his shaft with an intensity. "Fuck, it's so damn tight—the old geezer wasn't spinning tales," he snarled, his voice rough with raw exhilaration.
He reveled in the stark contrast—her ass was a constricting furnace, unlike the slick, welcoming warmth of her pussy. The unyielding pressure sent a jolt of primal thrill surging through his veins, his yang qi surged with newfound vigor.
Meiyin's eyes brimmed with tears, her lashes trembling as a strangled cry tore from her throat. Her body stiffened, every muscle taut with the sharp sting of violation, her delicate hands clawing at the silk sheets, fingers twisting the fabric into desperate knots.
Fengyang's laugh erupted, a dark, manic sound that echoed through the chamber, laced with sadistic glee. He began to pound her ass with ferocious intensity, his hips slamming against her with punishing force. Each thrust was a deliberate conquest, claiming her depths, her tightness stoking his qi as sparks of the Nine Sparks of Yang Ignition flared brighter in his dantian, fueling his relentless assault.
Her pain numbed her at first. Her senses reeled under the assault. Her body's resilience gradually shifted her state. Her cries turned ecstatic. Her hips rocked back, meeting his thrusts. Her ass clenched rhythmically, embracing the invasion.
"Master, yes!" she gasped. Her voice broke with intensity. Her body was active now, no longer passive. Her lust awakened to this new violation. Her breasts swayed beneath her. Her nipples scraped the silk sheets. Her hair was a wild tangle. Sweat beaded along her spine.
Fengyang gripped her hips. His nails dug into her flesh. Red crescents bloomed on her skin. His thrusts remained relentless. The bed groaned.
With a primal roar, Fengyang erupted. His cum flooded Meiyin's ass, a hot, thick torrent that filled her depths. Her sphincter twitched, gaping as he pulled out. Creamy streams oozed down her thighs.
Meiyin shuddered, her breath coming in ragged pants. Her ass pulsed, a mix of pain and pleasure etched across her face. Her body lay limp, yet it thrummed with a new, insatiable hunger. Fengyang's eyes gleamed with dark intent. He had tasted her ass, and he vowed to claim it thoroughly all night.
He ordered her to straddle him, his voice a low, commanding growl. Meiyin's body trembled but burned with eagerness, her lust undimmed by the night's ravages. She climbed atop him in cowgirl position, her shaking hands guiding his cock to her ass. Her sphincter, still slick with his cum, quivered at the touch. She lowered herself slowly, gasping as he filled her. Her ass stretched anew, its tight, burning grip drawing a guttural growl from Fengyang.
She began bouncing, her hips rolling with fervor. Her breasts jiggled wildly, nipples hard and jutting. Sweat glistened on her curves, catching the lantern light. Fengyang's hands shot to her tits, squeezing them firmly. His fingers pinched her nipples, eliciting sharp moans. "Master, fuck my ass!" she cried, her voice thick with desperation.
Her rhythm grew frantic, thighs flexing with each rise and fall. Her ass slapped against his pelvis, producing wet, rhythmic smacks. Cum from their earlier coupling leaked from her, smearing his thighs in slick trails.
Fengyang watched her ride, her hair swinging wildly. Strands stuck to her sweat-soaked back. Her face was a mask of ecstasy, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. A trail of drool glistened on her chin.
His yang qi flared to which her yin qi spiraled in surrender. He thrust upward, meeting her bounces. Each collision shook her frame. Her cries grew frantic. Her ass clenched tighter, milking his cock. Her hands braced on his chest, nails raking his skin. Her body trembled, teetering on the edge of release. Her ass now her new altar of worship to please her master.
He gripped her hips, slamming her down harder. He dictated the pace, her bounces turning erratic. Her moans rose into a keening wail. With a guttural groan, he came, flooding her ass again. Her sphincter quivered, her body convulsing as she rode through his release. She collapsed forward, panting heavily.
Her tits pressed against his chest. Her ass remained impaled. Her breath scorched his neck. Fengyang smirked, savoring her utter submission. His hunger wasn't sated—this night was for her ass.
"Face down, bitch," Fengyang commanded, shoving her off him. His cock remained slick and unyielding.
Meiyin obeyed instantly, lying prone on the bed. Her legs stretched straight, hips slightly raised. Her ass presented a tempting target, still faintly gaping. Cum trailed from her sphincter, glistening in the lantern light.
Fengyang positioned himself above her. His body pressed down, chest flush against her back. His weight pinned her to the mattress. He shoved into her ass, the tight ring yielding with a wet squelch.
Her moan was muffled against the sheets. Her hands clutched the silk, knuckles turning white. He began thrusting, slow at first, savoring the grip. Then he moved faster. His hips collided with her ass. Each thrust was a deep, punishing drive. Her body rocked beneath him.
Her ass clamped tight, a scalding vise. Her pain-pleasure moans vibrated through the bed. Her hips lifted slightly, meeting his thrusts, craving more. His onslaught was relentless. Her face pressed into the sheets. Drool pooled beneath her mouth. Her eyes rolled back, lost in ecstasy. Her ass became a battlefield of his dominance. Her submission was absolute.
With a final, savage thrust, he came. He shot cum deep into her ass, a searing flood that filled her. It spilled out as he collapsed atop her. His weight crushed her into the bed. Meiyin orgasmed, a shuddering cry muffled by the sheets. Her body convulsed beneath him. Her ass pulsed around his cock, cum oozing out, staining the silk. They lay there, panting, sweat-slick. Her body was limp beneath his. Her mind was awash with new, perverse joy. Her anal awakening was complete.
Huo Yan's voice broke the silence, his vow of silence shattered, tone rich with perverse pride. "Brat, your future's bright—you're learning to heed your elders' wisdom. Good, good! That was a hell of a show, plowing her ass like a true fiend. Wei Long would nod in approval." He chuckled, the ring's warmth pulsing, his glee palpable.
Fengyang rolled off Meiyin, his cock slick with their mingled fluids. His chest heaved, a smirk tugging at his lips. Meiyin lay sprawled across the bed, her ass gaping. Cum leaked from her, staining the sheets. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Her eyes were glazed with slavish adoration. Her body bore the marks of his conquest. Fengyang's yang qi was spent.
His cultivation, still at the 4th Stage of Qi Condensation, lacked the stamina to torment her ass further. As much as he aimed to punish her, he only deepened her pleasure. Tonight, he had broken Meiyin further. Her ass was now his domain. With Huo Yan's depraved tricks, he would mold her into his perfect slave, night after night. His vengeance and pursuit of power would become one.