After Xiaobai's sudden intervention, both Yu Qingci and Li Chen were startled.
Li Chen looked into her eyes, seeking an explanation, but Yu Qingci gently guided both of his hands and placed them on her breasts.
Understanding her intentions, Li Chen began to press and massage them. Yu Qingci moved more fervently atop his dick, her breathing growing heavier. Then, between soft gasps, she suddenly called out:
"Xiaobai… come in… umm…"
Hearing her name, Xiaobai quickly opened the door and stepped inside — only to freeze in place.
She was utterly dumbfounded by the scene before her: her master seated on that man's cock, her body moving rhythmically, soft moans escaping her lips in waves.
"Ah... umm... hggnh... hgnn... ah... sshhhh… Husband—yes, yes... harder... mmm… like that...ah....fuck..."
Xiaobai stood frozen, eyes wide in disbelief. She couldn't understand what was happening right in front of her. But when the word "husband" pierced through the moans, her confusion only deepened.
When did Master get married?
Who is this man?
Does she... does Master have some kind of fetish—calling someone 'husband' while... while doing ....sex?
Her thoughts raced, but nothing made sense. Unable to remain silent, she finally whispered, "Master?"
Yu Qingci, lost in waves of pleasure, didn't stop. Her hips moved more urgently placing his cock deep inside her, her voice thick with desire.
"Umm... ughhh... so good... Husband..." she moaned again, biting Li Chen's lip.
Amid her breathless cries, she called out hoarsely:
"Xiaobai…"
Xiaobai quickly responded, "Yes, Master."
"You... go... prepare... umm... the hot... ahhm... water... and pour the medicine... into it…" Yu Qingci managed to say between gasps.
Pap… pap… fap…
The rhythmic sound of his giant cock meeting with her slowly spreading butthole echoed through the room, and Xiaobai's cheeks flushed deep red.
She quickly bowed her head and said, "Alright, Master," before hurrying to the bathroom.
Even behind the door, her Master's cries still reached her ears — soft whimpers, pleading moans, and muffled words filled with longing.
The intensity of it all grew even louder. Xiaobai, face burning, shielded her ears with a layer of spiritual energy. She focused on her task, heating the bathwater and mixing in the prepared medicinal herbs she'd brought earlier.
When she emerged from the bathroom, the sight that greeted her made her heart skip a beat.
Li Chen was atop her Master, his strong cock pounding her ass with urgent rhythm. Yu Qingci clung tightly to him, arms wrapped around his back, her voice trembling.
"Ahh… ah… Husband… slow down… just a little…"
Xiaobai, flustered by the scene and her Master's sultry tone, tried to steel herself.
She announced more harshly than intended, "Master, I've prepared what you asked for."
Yu Qingci didn't answer in words. With her breath still ragged, she simply lifted one hand and waved slightly — a clear sign for Xiaobai to leave.
Without another word, Xiaobai turned and shut the door behind her.
Inside, Yu Qingci, still enveloped in Li Chen's embrace, leaned close to his ear and whispered softly:
"Umm… husband… let's take a bath…" Yu Qingci whispered between ragged breaths, her body trembling. "I've… prepared it for.....hggnh.... your healing…ugnh."
Li Chen heard her every word, but his dick didn't stop for a moment—deep, firm, relentless. His gaze locked on hers, filled with both fire and affection.
Then, with fluid grace, he lifted her into his arms, his cock was still inside her butthole —connected like a bridge. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, arms draped around his head as her red breasts feeding him.
He walked toward the bath, each step steady despite their tangled state.
The warm aroma of medicinal herbs drifted through the air, soothing and invigorating.
The water in the large tub shimmered faintly, its temperature just right—neither too hot nor too cold—perfect for revitalization.
Without breaking their connection, Li Chen stepped into the tub and slowly settled down with her in his arms, allowing the gentle water to envelop them both.
She sat gently on his lap, leaning in to kiss his lips. Her tongue danced around his, savoring him as if tasting a heavenly delicacy.
Warm water from the tub spilled gently over the edge.
"Ughn...ughn....shh...ahh...fap...tap..ohhhhhh....ahhhh."
The resounding fucking inside her ass echoed throughout the entire room.
After hours of hard work, Li Chen felt both his mind and body calm, and his energy even surged with a sound—
Ding.
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Host and his partner's cultivation improved by +1 minor level.
>
Soon, the aura around Li Chen grew stronger, and he stepped into the Golden Core 4th level. Even Yu Qingci's cultivation stabilized at Nascent Soul 4th level.
He looked at her—she was resting on his lap, unaware of her growth, eyes closed without a trace of worry on her face.
He gently lifted her and carried her to the bed. She looked at him helplessly and sighed, as if already aware of what might come next.
But to her surprise, he didn't start to fuck her. Instead, he simply wrapped his arm around her waist and closed his eyes, falling asleep beside her.
She chuckled softly, "Oh, my dear..."
She didn't say anything more and quietly closed her eyes as well.
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Somewhere in the jungle
Chu Ying—after separating from Sun Menglan—slowly moved forward. Even though her physical injuries had healed, the discomfort of her shattered soul still lingered.
After a long time of walking, she finally saw a city bustling with ordinary people and quite a number of cultivators. Some of them even had cultivation at the Golden Core realm.
Glancing at the streets and the numerous buildings, she eventually arrived at an inn.
However, when she stepped inside, she noticed the entire building was eerily silent and completely devoid of human presence. Her eyebrows twitched, and a strong sensation of fear surged within her heart.
She instinctively stepped back to leave, but just then—creak—a door opened behind her. A figure slowly stepped out of the room and began approaching her.
The figure spoke in a friendly tone, "Welcome, pretty lady."
When Chu Ying turned around, she saw a young man with a handsome and scholarly appearance. But when her gaze focused on his features, she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Are you… a woman?"
The young cultivator didn't get angry at her remark and replied slowly, "How can that be? I'm a man—a pure male. If you don't believe me, you can touch my chest."
Chu Ying held some doubts at first, but after noticing his flat chest, she confirmed he was telling the truth. Still, a hint of suspicion lingered in her mind. Maybe this person is that kind of man… she thought.
Seeing her calm expression, the young cultivator asked politely, "Miss, do you want to stay here?"
Hearing his question, Chu Ying was puzzled. Is this person braindead? What kind of question is that?
Noticing her confusion, the young cultivator explained, "Well, all the previous customers didn't stay here. They said they got lost in the streets and accidentally came to the inn."
When Chu Ying heard his explanation, she couldn't help but laugh.
The innkeeper didn't understand what was so funny and muttered to himself, "Shit… normal people are going crazy these days. Even my master's pills can't cure them. Everyone I meet is either lost or mad. I need to return to my sect after completing this punishment…"
After some time, Chu Ying finally spoke, still controlling her laughter. "I want to stay here for a long time. Would you tell me the cost and services?"
He quickly replied, "One silver for a month's stay, with two meals daily. Your clothes can also be washed for free."
"Okay. Here are four silver coins. I'll pay more if I decide to extend my stay," she said, handing him the money.
He bowed and said respectfully, "No problem. Come, I'll show you to your room."
They walked together to a spacious room. It wasn't highly decorative but was simple and quiet.
Chu Ying didn't mind. "Good. Can I stay here now?"
"Yes, the room has already been cleaned. If you need anything, just call out my name."
He smiled and added, "And my name is Jiang Mu…"