As the Wind-Riding Skiff skirted the edge of the clouds, a fleet of white flying vessels appeared ahead.
Twelve flying barges were drawn up in a single line across the gorge entrance, completely sealing off the flight path to the Alliance Summit grounds. From the mast of every single vessel hung the white-and-gold banner of the Qingxu Palace, held taut in the wind like a row of bared white fangs.
Yin Luo's hand seals halted at the prow of the skiff. Her vessel slowed from cruising speed to a sluggish glide, the edges of its black leaf-hull vibrating faintly against the airflow.
"Qingxu Palace again."
The skiff hovered roughly one hundred meters from the defensive formation of white barges. On the deck of the largest opposing vessel stood Liu Qingluo at the gunwale, her white Daoist robes motionless in the wind, her hair pinned immaculately with golden hairpins. Flanking behind her were two early Golden Core female cultivators, backed by a dozen Foundation Establishment disciples arranged in a textbook welcoming escort.
"Senior Blood Butterfly." Liu Qingluo wore her standard painted smile, the curve of her lips measured down to the exact millimeter as before. "All cultivators arriving for the summit must submit to routine inspection. We ask for Senior's cooperation."
Yin Luo sat cross-legged at the bow, resting her chin on her left hand, her right draped across her knee, tapping her black fingernails against the fabric of her stockings.
"Inspecting what?"
"Verifying identity, logging attendants, and inspecting personal effects. These are temporary regulations jointly established by the Six Righteous Sects; this junior is merely carrying out orders."
Liu Qingluo's voice was sickeningly sweet, every syllable coated in syrupy honey. Sitting in the stern, Jerry almost slipped off the edge listening to her tone. She certainly hadn't sounded like this when Yin Luo shot her banner down over the sea of clouds.
Yin Luo lifted her right hand from her knee, gesturing with her thumb toward Jerry behind her.
"Yin Luo. Elder of the Myriad Demons Palace. One attendant. Carrying a change of robes and two flagons of blood tea. Satisfied?"
"Senior jest. Protocol requires this junior to verify the attendant's identity in person." Liu Qingluo's gaze shifted from Yin Luo to Jerry, lingering on his face for nearly five full seconds. "Senior had this exact attendant by your side when last we met; he looks remarkably familiar."
"Didn't you say you noted my temperament last time?"
"This junior did indeed take note." Liu Qingluo's smile did not budge. "Which is why I brought twelve vessels and three Golden Core martial sisters to formally await Senior's arrival. The regulations were jointly enacted by the Six Sects; if this junior were to be negligent, I could hardly account for it back at my sect. Should Senior cooperate, this junior would be eternally grateful."
Yin Luo's slit pupils narrowed. Twelve vessels, three Golden Core cultivators—framed ostensibly as a routine check, but in truth Liu Qingluo had brought an armada solely to reclaim face after having her banner shot down. Pressuring her with the Six Sects' authority meant that if Yin Luo forced her way through, she would alienate all six righteous factions. If she meekly submitted to inspection, she would be bowing her head before twelve full crews.
Jerry rose from the stern of the skiff and stepped up beside Yin Luo. Under the spiritual camouflage membrane, he still appeared as an ordinary grey-robed attendant at mid Foundation Establishment. Leaning down close to Yin Luo's ear, his lips grazed her earlobe.
"Let her inspect."
"Hm?"
"Let her check your attendant, check your skiff, check your blood tea. And after she finishes, humiliate her before everyone. I'll teach you a spell."
The tip of Yin Luo's ear twitched the moment Jerry's lips made contact. Her head tilted half a centimeter, her vertical slit pupils casting a sidelong glance at him.
"What spell?"
"The Summoning Charm. Accio. Entry-level magic in the wizarding world; first-year children learn it. Point at the target, recite the incantation, and the target flies into your hand. The closer the distance, the stronger the pull."
Yin Luo lifted her right hand from her knee, pressing her index knuckle lightly against her lower lip. It was a subtle gesture, looking as though she were deep in thought, but the corner of her mouth concealed behind her knuckle was visibly curling upward.
"Yank out her underwear."
"Yes. Every layer. Her chemise bodice, her panties, her ties. Right in front of twelve flying barges, leave her standing on the deck with nothing under her robes."
"I like this."
Lowering her hand back to her knee, Yin Luo relaxed her cross-legged posture, forming a loose seal with her hands to guide the skiff slowly toward the white flagship. Her face resumed its usual bored, languid indifference.
"Inspect, then. Make it quick; I'm in a hurry to drink tea at the summit."
The skiff pulled up against the gunwale of the flagship. Yin Luo stepped crisply onto the deck, her high heels clicking twice against the timber, the hem of her black robes fluttering around her ankles. Jerry followed close behind, head hung low, standing obediently two paces behind her right shoulder.
Facing her at point-blank range, Liu Qingluo's practiced smile looked even more artificial. Being half a head shorter than Yin Luo, she had to tilt her chin slightly to meet Yin Luo's gaze.
"Senior, please present your attendant's registration medallion."
Yin Luo produced a black token from her storage pouch and handed it over. Liu Qingluo turned it over twice, then passed it to the Golden Core disciple behind her. Both female cultivators scanned it with their divine senses, finding zero discrepancies. The token was genuine, procured through Yin Luo's private channels, its registered data matching Jerry's disguise to perfection.
"The medallion is valid. Attendant, please spread your arms; this junior must scan your effects with divine sense."
Jerry raised his arms. Liu Qingluo swept her divine sense over him three times from head to toe. An aura of mid Foundation Establishment, ordinary inner garments beneath a grey robe, carrying no magical artifacts or contraband. When her mental probe grazed past Jerry's groin, her brow furrowed slightly—whether because she detected something abnormal or simply felt that area was out of proportion—but quickly smoothed over. The camouflage membrane suppressed his magical signature completely.
"The attendant checks out as well." Liu Qingluo returned the medallion to Yin Luo. "Senior's skiff must also undergo inspection."
"Go ahead."
Two Foundation Establishment disciples bounded onto Yin Luo's skiff. Opening the storage locker, they hauled out two sealed jars of blood tea, a spare set of robes, and a pouch of spirit stones. Laying everything out across the deck, they examined each item thoroughly with their divine sense.
Yin Luo leaned casually against the gunwale with her arms crossed, her black-painted nails tapping slowly against her forearm. She was waiting for this exact moment... Liu Qingluo's entire focus was glued to the inspection protocol, while the eyes of every cultivator across all twelve vessels were fixated on the luggage laid out across the deck.
Jerry's fingers twitched inside his sleeve. Extending his right hand slightly from the grey cloth, he pressed his index and middle fingers together, aiming them toward Liu Qingluo. Grey-black magical essence gathered at his fingertips into an imperceptible point, completely invisible to the naked eye under the sunlight. The mote of magic detached, slipped across the two meters between him and Yin Luo, and tucked into the fold of Yin Luo's right sleeve.
Yin Luo felt the sudden foreign weight inside her cuff. Keeping her right hand flat against her outer thigh, she was no witch and possessed no magical circuits, but Jerry had slipped a pre-charged magical trigger core into her sleeve. Its structure was rudimentary—she needed only to trigger it with her intent to discharge a complete Summoning Charm. With Jerry's overwhelming magical reserve, and with Liu Qingluo standing well within thirty meters, the spell's potency was more than sufficient.
"Senior's luggage has been inspected; there are no issues."
The two disciples hopped back onto the main deck. Liu Qingluo's smile turned even more textbook, brimming with the righteous innocence of someone merely doing their duty.
"We thank Senior for her cooperation. Senior may proceed—"
Yin Luo lifted her left hand, tracing a swift arc through the air with two fingers. Triggered by her intent, the magical core inside her sleeve detonated, releasing grey-black magic that coalesced before her fingertips into a visible beam of grey-black light. Unlike a cultivator's spiritual beam, it possessed no runes, no mudras, no spiritual radiance—only a pure, raw trajectory of force that warped the very space around it.
The beam shot from Yin Luo's fingertips, striking Liu Qingluo squarely in the chest.
The white Daoist robes suffered no damage where the beam struck. Yet the ties—at the collar, the waist, the cuffs—all came undone in the exact same instant. Not severed, but untied. Every ribbon was pulled loose as if plucked and drawn from its knot by invisible fingers.
The white robes slid from Liu Qingluo's shoulders.
The white silk pooled onto the deck with a faint rustle. Liu Qingluo stood in the dead center of the flagship bared down to a pale green silk bodice on top and matching silk panties below. The bodice was whisper-thin, sheer enough under the blazing sunlight to reveal the dark pink outlines of her nipples beneath. Across the waistband of her panties was embroidered a golden lotus, the exclusive mark of a core disciple of the Qingxu Palace.
Every eye across the twelve vessels froze.
Liu Qingluo's immaculate smile calcified the moment her robes dropped. She looked down at the pile of silk at her feet, then down at the sheer bodice and panties clinging to her body. Her mouth fell open, her lips trembling, before a piercing shriek tore from her throat.
"...You!"
"There's more."
Yin Luo traced a second arc through the air. The grey-black beam shot from her fingertips again, this time splitting into two distinct rays.
One struck behind Liu Qingluo's neck, cleanly undoing the ties of her bodice. The pale green silk fluttered from her chest, drifting down atop her fallen robes. Her bare breasts were bared entirely to the midday sun, her pink nipples puckering and hardening instantly in the chill. Liu Qingluo clamped her arms over her chest, trying desperately to cover her tits, her fingers digging white into her shoulders.
The second ray struck the waistband of her panties. The side ribbons unraveled simultaneously, the silk slipping down her hips, sliding down her thighs before getting caught briefly between her clamped knees, half dangling off her calf.
Dead silence fell over the twelve flying vessels.
The two Golden Core cultivators beside Liu Qingluo snapped out of their stupor; one whipped a spare robe from her storage pouch to smother Liu Qingluo's bare shoulders, while the other drew her flying sword to shield her, aiming her sword-intent at Yin Luo. But they were too slow. Before they could move, Liu Qingluo's bodice and panties were hoisted off the deck by an invisible force, soaring over the railing alongside her robes like white kites, landing squarely into Yin Luo's open palm.
Pinching the pale green panties between her thumb and index finger, Yin Luo held them up to inspect them. Right in the crotch, the silk was darkened by a wet patch a full shade deeper than the rest.
"My," Yin Luo's lips curved into her first genuine smirk of the day. "The head disciple of Qingxu Palace sweats quite heavily, it seems."
Swaddled in the spare robe shoved onto her, Liu Qingluo flushed crimson from her throat to her ears, and from her ears to her hairline. Her lips quivered for five full seconds before squeezing words through her teeth.
"Yin Luo... how... how did you do that?! That was no spiritual energy—what witchcraft was that?!"
"Taught by my disciple. The Summoning Charm—ever heard of it?"
Yin Luo folded Liu Qingluo's robes, bodice, and panties neatly, stuffing them securely into her storage pouch. She dusted off her hands as though having dealt with an insignificant chore, rested her right hand back on her knee, and beckoned Jerry with her left.
"Board."
Jerry stepped back onto the skiff beside Yin Luo. Yin Luo rested her hand atop his head, ruffling his hair.
"This is the disciple I picked up along the way. Mid Foundation Establishment, quite perceptive. Liu Qingluo, I'll keep this set as a souvenir. Next time I share tea with your Palace Master, I'll be sure to mention today's little affair. I'll tell him his premier disciple's undergarments are shoddy work. Fragile ribbons. Fall off at the slightest touch."
"Give... give them back!"
"No."
Yin Luo turned, formed a seal, and the skiff drifted away from the flagship.
She crossed her right leg over her left, dangling her foot, her black patent stiletto gleaming sharply in the sun.
"By the way, didn't your routine inspection have more to it? Your other eleven sisters must be carrying spare garments too. How about we treat everyone equally and search them all? My Summoning Charm is still fresh; I can easily cast it eleven more times. Though most of your Qingxu disciples seem well-behaved enough not to block a late Nascent Soul cultivator, so they probably won't have to suffer such shame. You are the sole exception. Congratulations."
Liu Qingluo's lips trembled for another five seconds. Then, swathed in her spare robe, she gestured toward the fleet behind her. The twelve white vessels parted to both flanks, clearing a wide passage through the gorge entrance.
Yin Luo's leaf skiff glided right down the center, trailing a wisp of pale purple spiritual exhaust. Jerry sat at the stern, leaning back with a grin.
"Combining the Summoning Charm with a precision Unfastening Charm. You learned that faster than I expected."
"When have I ever been slow at learning?" Without turning her head, Yin Luo pulled Liu Qingluo's pale green panties from her pouch, dangling them from her fingers. "I'll hang these on the wall of my training chamber as a keepsake."
"You're going to hang the Qingxu head disciple's panties as a tapestry?"
"Yes. Learned it from you. Didn't you look through all my private things in my cave? This is called returning the courtesy."
"Won't you burst out laughing every time you look up while cultivating?"
"Probably," Yin Luo tucked the panties away. "So I'll hang them where they're out of direct sight. Behind the pillar in the left corner will do."
Jerry reached into his satchel, pulling out a cloth roll. Inside remained three pairs of stockings: white, grey, and sheer nude. He slid out the nude pair, holding them up behind Yin Luo.
"The ribbed ones you're wearing look striking enough."
"These are sheer nude. From afar, your legs look bare; up close, there's an elegant matte sheen. It makes the legs look longer."
Yin Luo glanced back at the stockings, then at Jerry's deadpan salesman face.
"Did you come to the Cultivation realm to gather intelligence, or to play stylist for me?"
"Gathering intelligence and coordinating outfits aren't mutually exclusive."
Yin Luo took the nude stockings, testing the sheer nylon between her fingertips. The fabric was practically invisible in the sunlight, showing a hint of beige only when folded in multiple layers. Locating the waistband, she kicked off her stilettos.
"I'll change now."
"Go ahead. Empty sky all around anyway."
The skiff cruised through cloud banks of pure white vapor. Yin Luo hitched her robes above her knees, straightening her crossed legs, and began rolling down the black ribbed stockings from her waistband. Her fingers rolled the fabric from her waist past her hip bones, down her mid-thighs, over her knees, and down her calves. The black knit coiled into rings around her ankles before sliding completely off her bare toes.
Folding the discarded pair neatly onto the deck, she picked up the new nude stockings. Slipping her toes into the tips, her fingers stretched the waistband as the sheer nylon crept upward. The sheer nude shade blended seamlessly into her skin, revealing faint beige tones only where stretched over her knees and heels. Once pulled to her hips, she smoothed the waistband flat over her pelvic bones. Wrapped in the matte nylon, her legs looked sleeker and smoother than bare skin, the contours of her kneecaps softened beneath the sheer veil.
Stretching her legs out, she flexed her insteps.
"It truly does look as though I'm wearing nothing."
"That is why they are called nude. Women back home wear them with formal dresses when they want the illusion of bare legs while keeping them smooth."
"You wizards are utterly devious."
Slipping her black patent stilettos back on, the shoes paired with the sheer nude stockings elongated the arch of her feet into razor-sharp lines. She folded her ribbed black stockings and tucked them into her pouch.
"That Liu woman will definitely file a complaint. The Six Sects will likely send a formal petition to my Palace Master claiming I assaulted law enforcers during an inspection. Let them; foreign relations for the Myriad Demons Palace have always been atrocious anyway. At the last summit, the Ninth Elder cursed the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's Vice Master until he cried. Stealing a few garments is practically restraint on my part—at least I didn't beat her."
"Stripping their premier disciple naked in public counts as restraint?"
"I didn't lay a finger on her," Yin Luo shot him a smug, amused glance. "The wind blew her clothes off; it has nothing to do with the Myriad Demons Palace. I didn't summon the gale... I'm no wind-element cultivator. If they want an investigation, let them figure out why mountain winds decided to gust across the deck at that exact moment. Let them solve their own scientific mysteries."
Liu Qingluo's sword cleaved through the target dummy's left shoulder, exiting through its right hip.
The dummy was carved from three-hundred-year-old iron-birch, a wood so dense an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator could barely leave a scratch upon it. Yet Liu Qingluo's strike tore it in half, the rough fracture smoking as wood splinters showered down under the lingering sword-intent.
She did not pause.
A horizontal slash, an upward thrust, a downward cleave. By the fifth strike, the iron-birch dummy was reduced to six fist-sized chunks. Splinters littered the floor, larger fragments ricocheting off the cavern walls with dull thuds. She kept striking. Her sword-intent darkened from pale gold to deep brass, bouncing light off the dozen bronze mirrors hung along the walls.
"Bitch."
She ground the word through her teeth, her voice a murderous hiss. She had discarded her white robes before training, wearing only a fresh pale-green bodice and matching panties. Not from heat, but because the mere sight of white silk reminded her of standing stripped on the deck. Her original robes, bodice, and panties were still sitting inside Yin Luo's storage pouch, shoved into some gods-forsaken corner.
Plunging her blade into the floor, she released the hilt, spreading five fingers toward the final intact target dummy. Five beams of golden sword-intent lanced from her fingertips—aimed at head, chest, belly, groin, and legs. All five struck home simultaneously, blasting fist-sized holes whose charred edges smoldered to charcoal under the searing heat.
"A born demonic whore! Think you're untouchable just because you're Nascent Soul? Just because you cultivated a few centuries longer than me?! One day I will strip you raw..."
"Qingluo."
A voice drifted from the cave entrance—measured, even, paced as if measured with a ruler. It carried no warmth, sounding less like comfort and more like an academic inspection.
Liu Qingluo froze mid-gesture, her sword-intent snuffing out. Turning around, her chest heaved violently, the strap of her bodice slipping half an inch off her shoulder to bare pale skin.
At the entrance stood a woman.
The Law Enforcement Elder of Qingxu Palace, mid Nascent Soul, Daoist title Su Xin. Her Daoist robes were pure white, yet differed from Liu Qingluo's; they bore no golden lotuses, only three fine silver threads embroidered at the cuffs. Her hair was bound in a sandalwood pin worn smooth with age. Her expression was neither harsh nor gentle.
"Finished venting?"
Liu Qingluo's lips twitched, offering neither denial nor confirmation.
She merely pulled her sword from the stone, tip pointed downward, her left hand tightening twice around the hilt.
"Master. She used witchcraft."
"What witchcraft?"
"It was not spiritual energy. When my divine sense swept over it, the frequency bore no resemblance to spiritual Qi. Grey beams of light... like an entirely foreign energy system. The ties of my bodice were undone simultaneously—every knot picked clean, not severed, but untied. No human could undo five ribbons by hand in that fraction of a second unless they had five fingers operating concurrently. And I was standing at least twenty meters away from her on the deck."
Su Xin stepped into the cavern, her boots crunching over splinters, stopping before Liu Qingluo. Reaching out, she flicked the fallen strap back over her disciple's shoulder as delicately as brushing away a fallen leaf.
"You claimed that attendant groped you."
"He didn't grope me!" Liu Qingluo's neck flushed red again. "It was... when I scanned him with divine sense. I probed his body down past his hips. My divine sense collided with a massive mass—its volume was colossal, completely inconsistent with normal anatomy. At the time I thought it was bunched fabric beneath his robes. But looking back, that wasn't cloth, that was..."
She trailed off. Su Xin did not press. Instead, Su Xin raised her right hand, bringing her index and middle fingers together, hovering her pads half an inch before Liu Qingluo's brow.
"Open your sea of consciousness. Let me review the imagery."
Liu Qingluo shut her eyes, pressing her brow to Su Xin's fingers. Frame by frame, Su Xin's divine sense extracted the memories: Yin Luo leaning against the gunwale; Jerry spreading his arms for inspection; and the sensory feedback when Liu Qingluo's divine sense grazed Jerry's crotch. Su Xin's fingers lingered against her brow for a long moment.
"It was indeed not fabric," Su Xin drew her hand back into her sleeve. "Judging by the shape and sheer mass, that was a man's cock."
Liu Qingluo's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.
"...That enormous?!"
Su Xin did not pursue the topic. Tucking her hands into her sleeves, she paced toward the pile of shattered wood splinters, glancing down.
"Stripping you in public was undeniably petty for a late Nascent Soul Elder. But the fact that she dared to do so before twelve vessels proves she does not fear the consequences. The Myriad Demons Palace walks a razor's edge between Righteous and Demonic factions; their Palace Master just exited secluded cultivation, and their posture will only grow more aggressive. If you file a formal complaint, the Six Sects will at most issue a letter of protest. By the time that missive reaches their gates, Yin Luo will have already framed your panties and hung them on her wall."
"Then what do we do?!"
Su Xin turned to face her, a deep, subtle curve gracing her lips.
"Repay her in kind. Return it twofold."
"How?"
"During the Alliance Summit, all sect delegations are quartered in the guest caverns of the East Peak. The defensive ward of the East Peak is rotated between the Six Sects. Tonight, jurisdiction falls to the Qingxu Palace. As the presiding Elder, I can manipulate the wards of any individual guest suite without triggering a single alarm. Including Yin Luo's."
Liu Qingluo's breathing steadied. She planted her sword in the stone, gripping the pommel white-knuckled.
"What can the wards do?"
"They can sever the chamber's spiritual conduits, suppressing a Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense. They can open scrying array-holes to view the interior. And they can project that feed directly onto a Memory Stone." Su Xin's tone remained as dispassionate as reciting an instruction manual. "Place the Memory Stone at the projection end and record everything. Duplicate hundreds of copies and distribute them outside the summit gates tomorrow. She enjoys stripping others naked in public; let her taste her own medicine."
Sheathing her sword with a sharp click, Liu Qingluo tapped the hilt.
"Understood. How do we strip her?"
"No need for you to do it yourself. The ward can remotely manipulate spiritual flows within the room. By focusing all ambient spiritual energy into a single concussive pulse, the shockwave will shred the garments straight off her body. When the blast hits, she will assume her own defensive aura triggered the array, giving her no time to react. By the time she realizes what happened, her clothes will have disintegrated—every ribbon, clasp, and seam shattered. Her robes will drop away. And with the Memory Stone rolling, we will record her from the very instant she stands naked."
Imagining the scene, Liu Qingluo's lips curled into a vicious grin.
Su Xin tucked her hands away and turned toward the exit. Liu Qingluo followed a few paces before pausing to kick a splinter into the corner.
The night sky over the East Peak was domed by a pale gold translucent ward, its inner surface tracing slow runic orbits. Seventeen independent guest caverns were carved into the mountain from base to summit. Sect attendants stayed in lower-tier barracks, while Elders occupied standalone grottos.
Yin Luo had been assigned the highest cavern atop the East Peak. It claimed a private plateau fringed with spirit bamboo. Rather than walking the stone steps, Su Xin entered the array control sanctum through a side portal. Pressing her palm to the bronze edge of the master formation plate, she slotted a blood-bound jade talisman into the central recess. Dark gold conduits lit up as the East Peak's defensive architecture unfolded across the plate, every individual room and conduit marked with precision.
Su Xin adjusted three runes corresponding to Yin Luo's chamber. The first severed outbound divine sense transmissions. The second suppressed the ambient reach of Nascent Soul perception, ensuring those inside could not detect the activation of the scrying aperture. The third focused the array-hole, projecting the chamber's interior onto the light screen hovering above the plate.
The feed was crystal clear. The scrying aperture was positioned dead-center on the ceiling, looking straight down over the entire room.
Liu Qingluo stood beside Su Xin, clutching a blank Memory Stone, its activation runes primed.
"Wait," Su Xin suddenly pressed her hand over Liu Qingluo's finger. "The situation inside is not what you anticipated."
On the light screen, Yin Luo was indeed in the room. But she was not alone. Jerry was there too. And the distance between them was zero.
Yin Luo was kneeling on the edge of the mattress, hands bracing the bed, back arched low with her ass thrust high into the air. Her black robes had long been discarded; she wore only sheer nude stockings and black patent-leather high heels. The waistband of the stockings hugged her hips, the matte nylon catching soft glimmers under the warm lanterns. Her silk panties hung tangled around her left ankle, not yet fully removed.
Jerry stood directly behind her. His trousers were pushed down below his knees, his rock-hard cock jutting proudly from his waistband. Standing merely three or four inches from her raised buttocks, his hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into the bare flesh above her stocking bands.
The Memory Stone nearly slipped from Liu Qingluo's grasp. Catching it frantically, she stared bug-eyed at the massive cock on screen, her lips trembling before squeezing out a choked whisper.
"It really is... a man's..."
Su Xin was far more composed. Her brow merely twitched once before she adjusted the array plate, tuning the scrying focus up a notch. The feed sharpened instantly.
Su Xin shifted two more runes, dialing the resolution to its absolute maximum, rendering every single knit of the stockings sharp enough to count the threads.
Liu Qingluo's Memory Stone was already activated. Faint gold runes spun across the stone's surface, recording everything faithfully. Her thumb hovered over the termination rune, drenched in sweat.
"Record it," Su Xin murmured, glancing at her.
"I am recording."
Liu Qingluo lifted her thumb, and the runes shifted from dark red to blazing crimson.
On screen, Yin Luo dropped her back even lower. The sheer nude stockings stretched to their absolute limit over her plump ass, the matte nylon hugging her cheeks, the vertical weave tapering into the dark cleft between them. Her ten fingers clutched the purple silk bedding, her black nails digging into the sheets. Her stilettos hung off the edge of the bed, the eight-centimeter heels swaying with the trembling of her thighs.
Jerry stood behind her, trousers pooled around his ankles, his grey inner robe hitched into his belt. His cock jutted fiercely from his hem, dark veins bulging along the shaft, a string of clear pre-cum dangling from the slit, glistening in the projection. Gripping her hip bone, his fingers tugged the stocking band down a fraction, leaving red indentations upon her pale skin.
Guiding the base of his shaft with his left hand, the swollen head pressed against the base of her ass crack. Rather than shoving inside, he ground the ridge of his coronal head up along her cleft. One inch up, the stockings on either side darkened with wetness. Another inch, and the moisture trailed higher. When he reached the top, his head sank into the deepest crevice, his coronal ridge caught between her plump cheeks as Yin Luo's ass muscles clenched tight.
"What are you grinding for?" Yin Luo's muffled voice drifted from the pillows.
"Finding the entrance."
"Didn't you find it earlier?"
"Last time was from the front. This time is from behind."
Yin Luo's hips dropped sharply, leveling out, his head slipping from her cleft to slap against her bare skin.
"Not in the ass."
"Let's try it once."
"I said no. I'm not prepared."
"From the front, then."
Jerry angled his shaft downward, slipping his head down her cleft onto her inner thigh, gliding along the sheer nylon. The matte fabric let out a faint rustle under the friction. Reaching the root of her thigh, his tip bumped against the side of her tangled panties. The silk crotch was already soaked through, clinging sheer and transparent over her swollen mons.
Using three fingers, he hooked the crotch aside, pulling the wet silk over her left thigh, completely baring her glistening, soaking-wet cunt. Her outer labia were pale, contrasting sharply with her pink inner lips that protruded slightly, glistening with wetness. Her clitoris stood swollen beneath its hood, peeking out for a heartbeat before retreating. The coating of pussy juice across her vulva shone like lacquer under the high-resolution scrying feed.
Liu Qingluo's breath hitched.
"...How is she so wet?"
Su Xin didn't answer, merely shifting the viewing angle from the ceiling down to mattress level. The visual impact doubled. Yin Luo's profile filled the screen, lips parted, a deep flush crawling from her neck up her cheeks. Her slit pupils were glazed and unfocused, her lashes casting fine shadows below her eyes.
Su Xin studied that face for a moment, murmuring softly:
"...She is quite stunning."
Liu Qingluo glared at her master, her mouth opening as if to ask whose side are you on, before snapping her gaze back to the feed.
Jerry aligned his head with her vaginal opening. The moment his tip pressed forward, her labia parted naturally like soaked petals, yielding to either side. The coronal head pushed past the ring of muscle at the entrance, swallowed instantly by a tight, scorching sheath of flesh.
A muffled groan slipped from Yin Luo's throat. Her toes curled hard inside her stilettos, her calf muscles knotting beneath the stockings before relaxing. Her back arched, her spine curving under her skin.
"Slow down."
"Can't."
Jerry drove his hips forward. The thick shaft buried itself entirely within her depths. The bulging veins along his cock scraped against the corrugated folds of her inner walls, each ridge triggering a tight spasm from her ass muscles. Halfway in, a fresh surge of hot pussy nectar welled from her cervix, flooding over his head and squeezing past his coronal ridge to fill the middle of her canal. Overflowing fluids surged out the entrance, dripping down her perineum onto her pushed-aside panties.
"I hear it," Yin Luo rasped.
"Hear what?"
"The wet squelching."
Su Xin activated the audio runes on the array plate. Wet squelching sounds flooded the sanctum, echoing through the chamber. Squelch, squelch. The tempo shifted constantly—sometimes dense and sticky, sometimes spacing out into loud, heavy squelches.
A faint smirk touched Yin Luo's lips on screen.
"It's louder than the seventh setting on my jade rod. The rod only vibrates; it makes no squelching sounds."
"Weren't you wet enough when using the rod?"
"The rod just sits inside and buzzes. It doesn't pump."
"And now?"
"Now it's overflowing. Hard to describe," she buried her face into the pillows before lifting it again. "Feels completely filled."
Liu Qingluo bit down on her lower lip so hard she left deep teeth marks. Her grip on the Memory Stone tightened white-knuckled, the casing burning hot in her palm.
Jerry shifted his hands to grip the cheeks of her ass, rhythmically driving in and out. Driving all the way home, his tip slammed into the raised softness of her cervix, his balls slapping against her mons with loud claps. Pulling out until only his tip remained in the opening, her pink inner lining clung to his coronal ridge before being shoved back inside on his next plunge.
Clap. Clap-clap. Clap-clap-clap.
Liu Qingluo's breathing derailed entirely under the rapid rhythm of flesh smacking flesh. Her thighs clamped tight beneath her Daoist robes, released, and clamped again, rustling the silk fabric.
"What are your legs doing?" Su Xin's eyes remained glued to the screen, her tone conversational.
"Nothing."
"Then stand still. Hold the Memory Stone steady. Do not shake."
Liu Qingluo sucked in a sharp breath, holding the stone with both hands. Not thirty seconds later, her left leg shifted restlessly beneath her robes again.
Jerry's thrusts shifted from rapid to slow, and from slow to devastatingly deep. Each plunge buried the entire shaft, grinding past her cervix before holding, the veins along his cock milked by the contracting walls of her cunt. His pelvis slammed into her cheeks, bunching the nude stockings into radiating creases.
"You're biting me inside."
"Not biting. Spasming," Yin Luo's muffled voice drifted from the pillows. "I'm close."
Jerry slid his left hand down her inner thigh, two fingers tracing up along the stocking fabric. Finding her clit, his pad pressed down on the swollen nub through the sheer nylon, grinding hard just as he buried his entire cock to the hilt.
Yin Luo's back arched violently. Her upper body sprang clear off the mattress, her hands sliding back to grip the sheets behind her.
The sound that tore from her throat was neither scream nor cry, but a deep, guttural moan wrenched from her belly. It caught in her throat for half a second before spilling through her nose in fractured, hitching gasps.
Her inner walls clamped down in violent convulsions, milking Jerry's cock in a vice grip. A massive gush of scalding, clear fluid erupted from her cervix, bathing his head and surging out the seams between his shaft and her walls. The deluge splashed across her panties and streaked down the sheer stockings on her inner thighs. Several droplets squirted further, soaking dark round stains into the purple silk bedding.
Jerry didn't stop. Riding the crest of her climax, he pounded three or four more times, bottoming out against her cervix. With a final deep thrust, he held still, pumping thick roars of cum deep into her womb.
Through the Memory Stone, Liu Qingluo watched as white cream mingled with clear pussy juices, overflowing from her labia to stream down her perineum onto the bed.
The two on screen ceased moving.
Yin Luo lay sprawled on the mattress, her ass still raised. Jerry rested over her back, his face tucked into her nape, his cock still lodged deep within her pussy, pulsing gently in the afterglow. The chamber fell quiet for half a minute, save for their heavy breathing.
Yin Luo spoke first.
"How long did you pump cum inside? From the first spurt to the last. How many seconds?"
"Didn't count. Roughly five seconds."
"Use precise timing next time. I want the pulse frequency."
Jerry chuckled against her back.
"Told you. Comparative study, data support."
Su Xin removed her fingers from the array plate. She cut the scrying feed and terminated the Memory Stone's recording signal. The light screen dimmed, leaving only the faint gold nodes of the guest sector glowing on the plate.
The Memory Stone in Liu Qingluo's hands was still glowing red. It took her several seconds to realize she needed to shut it off, fumbling twice before her thumb hit the termination rune.
The stone stopped recording, its runes fading from bright crimson to dark red, and finally to inert black. The stone was scorching hot; Liu Qingluo flipped it over, resting it face-down on the console.
Su Xin drew the master control talisman from the slot and tucked it into her sleeve, her motions as fluid as completing a standard array cycle.
"We have seen enough," Su Xin murmured, folding her hands. "That man is no cultivator."
Liu Qingluo swallowed hard, but Su Xin answered the question brewing in her mind before she could speak.
"His energy signature leaked for a fraction of a second. The frequency bears zero resemblance to spiritual Qi. Grey, outside the Five Elements, disconnected from meridians. That energy ruptured his camouflage membrane at the peak of his ejaculation, lasting less than a second. But it was more than enough to determine his nature. He is no cultivator; he originates from another world."
"A wizard?" Liu Qingluo's jaw dropped. "Yin Luo's attendant is an otherworldly wizard?"
"Far more than an attendant," Su Xin's gaze lingered on the darkened screen. "Judging by their banter and intimate familiarity, this is not their first time; it has been ongoing for a while. Yin Luo claimed to have taken a disciple, but in reality, she is harboring an alien fugitive—and concealed it from the sect."
The flush on Liu Qingluo's face hadn't even cooled before a fresh wave surged from her neck—not from shame, but from pure fury.
"When I saw him over the sea of clouds, I truly believed he was just a Foundation Establishment attendant. Turns out he's an alien wizard!"
Liu Qingluo pressed her palms against her feverish cheeks.
"Master, this Memory Stone..."
"Keep it."
"Keep it to project before all cultivators?"
"Not necessarily all cultivators." Su Xin picked up the Memory Stone, weighing it in her palm like a freshly refined elixir.