Ye Xian watched Sheng Qianying tremble, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. A wicked grin curved his lips.
"I want to try something… Can you lie on your stomach?"
Still dazed, she obeyed, pressing her smooth, creamy flat stomach into the sheets. Her round ass arched up—plump, inviting, framed by thick, juicy thighs and slender legs. The sight made his cock twitch.
He couldn't resist.
First, he slid his length between her ass cheeks, groaning at the soft, warm friction. Her flesh was so smooth, so perfect—he thrust slowly, teasing them both, before finally guiding himself to her dripping entrance.
"Ah!—" She gasped as he pushed inside, her wetness welcoming him easily. His chest pressed against her back, pinning her down, her full breasts crushed into the mattress. Damp strands of hair clung to her skin as he tangled their fingers together, holding her tight.
Then he moved.
Plop~
Plop~
Plop~
The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room as he fucked her hard from behind. Every thrust made her moan, her walls clenching around his big dragon. He teased her, biting her nape, sucking marks into her neck, his hot breath against her ear.
"Y-Ye Xian…!"she whimpered, her voice shaking.
He only groaned in response, pistoning into her faster, deeper. Her body jolted with each snap of his hips, her ass bouncing against him. The pleasure was too much—her toes curled, her nails dug into the sheets, and her cries grew louder, broken.
And then suddenly ...
Just as Ye Xian was lost in the rhythm, fully immersed in the moment with Sheng Qianying—
Knock knock knock!
"Ye Xian! Are you ready? We're supposed to leave for the academy together, remember?" came the cheerful voice of Ye Ling'er from outside the door.
With a sudden knock at the door, sharp and impatient, cutting through the heated rhythm of their bodies.
Ye Xian froze mid-thrust. His eyes widened like a startled deer, his dragon buried deep inside Sheng Qianying, who tensed beneath him—her soft walls clamping down so tightly around him that he gritted his teeth to keep from groaning aloud. Ye Xian felt like crying.
Her round backside was still pressed against his hips, her plump thighs trembling as she tried to stay quiet, her face burning with embarrassment.
Sheng Qianying squeaked in panic, her body tensing instantly. "W-What do we do?!"
Ye Xian grit his teeth, whispering urgently, "Calm down! Don't squeeze like that, I'm still... stuck!" He clenched his jaw. Tears about spill out from his eyes.
"My dragon's about to ascend to heaven if you don't relax!"
Knock knock knock!
"Ye Xian? Are you ignoring me?" Ling'er's tone turned suspicious.
Ye Xian cleared his throat, voice a little high-pitched. "I—I'm getting dressed! Don't come in!"
Ye Xian's mind raced. There was no way he could let her in—not with Sheng Qianying beneath him, her creamy skin flushed, her full breasts pressed into the sheets, and his dragon still throbbing inside her. He took a slow breath, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Why would I come in?!" Ye Ling'er sounded horrified. "Just hurry up, you Pervert!"
He winced. "No! I'm just... very focused on... preparation."
Sheng Qianying buried her face into the pillow, mortified, whispering, "This is a disaster..."
Ye Xian leaned close to her ear, whispering with a smirk, "Well, you're not helping. One more squeeze like that and I'll really explode. Then I'll have to walk out there with legs shaking like bamboo in a storm."
Sheng Qianying let out a choked laugh, smacking his arm lightly.
"Idiot."
Knock knock knock!
"Ye Xian! What was that weird slapping sound just now? Are you... fighting someone in there?" she asked suspiciously.
Inside, Ye Xian was sweating bullets.
His body tensed, and his face twisted in silent agony. His 'dragon' was still buried deep within Sheng Qianying, who had just clenched up so tightly from panic, it felt like she was trying to turn him into minced meat Ye Xian really felt like crying.
He whispered through gritted teeth, "Hey… calm down… you're gonna explode my future generations into paste...!"
Sheng Qianying's eyes widened. Her face was already red, but now she looked like a boiled shrimp.
"S-sorry!" she squeaked, trying to relax the suffocating grip of her inner walls, her round backside still arched up against him, her thick thighs quivering. But slowly, she forced herself to loosen around him, her breathing shaky. Ye Xian groaned in relief, his hands gripping her hips as he resisted the urge to move again.
Ye Xian's dragon sighed in relief.
Inner thoughts: 'Saved… The dragon lives another day... Barely.'
Ye Xian took a shaky breath and called out toward the door, doing his best to sound casual—while trying not to move a single muscle.
"I-It's nothing! I was just… practicing martial arts! Alone!"
Ye Ling'er paused.
"Practicing martial arts? At this time? In your room? Sounded more like someone getting slapped!"
Ye Xian's eye twitched. "Haha, yeah, uh… Shadow Palm Technique. Very advanced. Requires dramatic sound effects."
Sheng Qianying buried her face in the pillow again, trying not to giggle and cry at the same time.
Ye Ling'er, outside, narrowed her eyes. 'He's definitely up to something. Practicing martial arts without clothes? With moaning noises? Hmph! Suspicious!'
Being naive and unaware of such matters between men and women, that was the only explanation she could come up with.
She huffed. "Fine! Just hurry up and don't forget we're heading to the academy together!"
Inside, Ye Xian muttered to himself, "How could I forget... when my dragon nearly became a martyr for education?"
Sheng Qianying bit her lip, trying to stifle a laugh. "W-what now?"
Ye Xian looked at her seriously. "Now… we stay completely still… until she's far, far away."
Outside, Ye Ling'er tapped her foot impatiently, completely unaware that just beyond the door, her childhood friend was still buried inside his trembling, blushing kind and elegant stepmother Sheng Qianying—both of them trying desperately to regain their composure before facing the day.
Ye Ling'er, standing outside the door with her arms crossed, furrowed her brows deeply.
'Maybe it's some secret forbidden technique... like… the "Naked Qi Flow" art? Or maybe… he's battling inner demons that scream like girls? Cultivation is truly mysterious!'
Inside the room, Ye Xian was frozen in place, still buried inside Sheng Qianying like a man trying not to detonate a bomb with a hair trigger.
"W-we should stay still," he whispered to her, his voice tight. "If she hears anything else, I'll have to explain why my dragon learned the Heavenly Burst Technique by accident."
Sheng Qianying bit into the pillow, face flushed. "D-Don't talk about dragons right now…"
Outside, Ye Ling'er paced.
Then she gasped. "Wait a minute! I heard slaps! Is he fighting a ghost? Maybe it's a Yin Spirit clinging to his back! No wonder he sounded like he was struggling!"
Her eyes widened in panic.
"I'm coming in to exorcise it. I have talisman to exorcise yin ghosts!" she shouted.
Inside, Ye Xian's heart stopped. His dragon almost crushed to paste as he hurriedly tap aganist Sheng Qianying shoulder. Ye Xian really, really felt like crying.
"No no no! I'm, uh—naked! Yes! I'm totally naked! Don't come in unless you want to see your brother's... uh… Golden Dragon! It's dangerous for unmarried girls!"
There was silence.
Ye Ling'er, outside, turned red like a steamed bun.
"W-Why would you cultivate naked?! You pervert! Scoundrel! Rogue!"
She stomped away, muttering, "Who trains martial arts naked while moaning like that…? What kind of weird pervert sect did he learn from…?"
Her Inner thoughts:' Maybe I should try to sneak a peek? No! No! Focus, Ling'er! Innocence first!'
She had never heard of such a technique before. Curiosity bubbled up inside her, but as a young maiden, she felt too embarrassed to even consider it and quickly pushed the thought away.
Inside, Ye Xian collapsed onto Sheng Qianying's back with a groan of exhaustion.
"…I've never fought a battle this dangerous without moving a muscle."