—Lin Xuan's POV—
The early dusk light filtered through the latticed windows of my chamber in the Lin Clan estate, casting elongated shadows across the polished wooden floor. I stood bare-chested in the center of the room, sweat beginning to glisten on my flawless skin as I moved through my routine of push-ups and weighted lifts.
My body, honed to perfection by the system's given physique and the Yin-Yang Scripture, no longer required such mundane exercises to maintain its peak condition—no excess fat, defined muscles rippling with every controlled motion, faint veins tracing paths over my taut shoulders and firm thighs.
But discipline was the cornerstone of my path; these workouts grounded me, a ritual that sharpened my intent and reminded me that true strength came from unwavering routine, not just qi flows or dual cultivation surges.
Each push-up pressed my palms into the woven mat, my 8.5-inch cock stirring slightly in my loose training pants from the exertion, but my mind remained focused—breathing steady, meridians humming with residual qi from the previous night's session with Qing'er.
The air carried the faint scent of sandalwood incense, mingling with the earthy tang of my emerging sweat. I transitioned to squats, thighs flexing powerfully, the burn a welcome affirmation of control in a world where sects and clans schemed endlessly as the sun dipped lower, painting the room in hues of amber and deepening purple.
Unbeknownst to me at first, Qing'er had slipped into the room sometime during my set, her presence a soft whisper against the rhythm of my breaths.
She lingered near the door, her pale green robes hugging her enhanced curves—the C-cup breasts rising with each quiet inhale, her heart-shaped ass shifting as she leaned against the frame. Her jade-green eyes, flecked with golden undertones, fixed on me with a mix of love and desire, her deep chestnut hair cascading loosely down her back.
Internally, her thoughts which I had no idea of at that point, not that I am complaining, swirled: I'm so in love with him. If I truly had to share him, I wouldn't mind... as long as I could still be with him. It would pain me to share my man, but as heir to the Lin Clan, he can't be expected to have just one partner. His father chose only one—Mother—but that's his choice. If Xuan wants more, he can have them. I'll always be the first, the leader of any harem. And Shen Yao... she'll be one, I know it.
Lost in her reverie, she spaced out, not noticing as I completed my final rep and rose to my full height, wiping sweat from my brow with the back of my hand. My obsidian eyes locked onto her, lust igniting in my core at the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips. She is mine— my submissive, devoted good girl, her body a vessel for our shared cultivation and passion.
I walked toward her slowly but with purpose, my bare feet silent on the floor, muscles coiling like a predator closing in. The air between us thickened, charged with unspoken need as the dusk deepened outside, lanterns beginning to flicker to life in the estate gardens.
By the time awareness flickered in her eyes, I was already standing before her, towering slightly, my warm breath ghosting over her lips with each exhale. She looked up at me, those jade-green depths widening, butterflies no doubt fluttering in her stomach as anticipation made her insides twitch. I could smell her arousal blooming, subtle and sweet, her pussy already growing wet beneath her robes.
I reached out, my fingers caressing her soft cheek, tracing the delicate line of her jaw. She leaned into the touch instinctively, a little whimper escaping her throat—soft, needy, stirring my cock to full hardness against the fabric of my pants.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked, my voice smooth and deep, resonating from my chest like a low rumble in the quieting room. "What're you thinking about?"
She blinked, cheeks blooming pink under the fading light, and murmured, "It's nothing, my lord."
I knew it wasn't just nothing—her distant gaze had betrayed deeper thoughts, perhaps about our future, the clan, or even Shen Yao's budding interest. But I let it be for now; there would be time to draw it out later, in the heat of our union. Instead I chose to address the fact of how she was suppossed to address me, my lord, I would've liked it if we were in bed but my women should never think lowly of themselves.
I whisper "I'm your lover, not your master. So stop addressing me as such. Call me something else okay?" as I rub my thumb over her bottom lip.
Instead of letting her answer that, I leaned down and kissed her—a small peck at first, lips brushing hers like a promise. Her breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as the room's shadows lengthened.
Then a deeper peck, lingering, my mouth pressing firmer against her plush lips, tasting the faint sweetness of the herbal tea she'd sipped earlier. She sighed into it, body relaxing toward me, the warmth of her curves pressing closer.
Finally, a full kiss, our mouths melding with growing hunger. Her tongue pushed tentatively against my lips, seeking entry for a French kiss, and I gladly accepted, parting to let her in. Our tongues danced, swirling hot and wet, exploring each other with fervent need. One hand cupped her chin, tilting her head for better access, while the other snaked down her back to her ass, squeezing the plush heart-shaped flesh with strength—kneading it possessively, fingers digging into the soft give through her robes.
She whimpered into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my tongue, her hands coming up to rest on my bare chest. Her nails dug slightly into my skin, a delicious sting that made my cock throb harder. I bit her lower lip gently as I pulled her flush against me, grinding my hips forward so she could feel the rigid length of my 8.5-inch cock pressing against her stomach, pulsing through the thin barrier of my pants. It made her wetter—I could sense the shift in her scent, her arousal spiking—and subconsciously, she rubbed against it, her body seeking friction with desperate desire.
"Xuan..." she breathed against my lips, voice husky with the encroaching night, but I silenced her with another deep kiss, lifting her effortlessly into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively, her thick thighs clamping as I carried her to the bed.
The silk sheets whispered as I laid her down, my body covering hers, the weight of me pinning her in the best way—helpless, cherished, mine. Outside, the first stars pricked the twilight sky, but here, time suspended in our shared heat.
I broke the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and sucking hard enough to leave hickeys—marks of my claim blooming red against her fair complexion. She arched beneath me, moaning softly, "Oh, Xuan... please, touch me more." Her voice carried a breathless plea, echoing softly in the chamber as servants' distant footsteps faded into the evening hush.
"I will, Qing'er," I growled, my voice low and commanding, laced with the passion that had built all day. "One inch at a time." My hands roamed, untying the sash of her robes with deliberate slowness, peeling the fabric away to reveal her naked form—C-cup breasts heaving, nipples already pebbled pink, her curvy hips flaring out to that heart-shaped ass I loved spanking. The room's lanterns cast a warm glow over her skin, highlighting every curve as dusk fully surrendered to night.
I cupped one breast, thumb circling the nipple teasingly, watching her squirm beneath my gaze. "So sensitive here," I murmured, leaning down to flick my tongue over the peak before sucking it into my mouth, grazing with my teeth. She gasped, fingers threading into my dark hair, pulling me closer with a needy tug.
"Yes... harder, Xuan. Suck it harder please," she whispered, her submissive side shining through with a hint of dirty plea that sent fire through my veins.
I obliged, lavishing attention on her breasts—licking, biting lightly, leaving wet trails that cooled in the air—while my other hand slid between her thighs. Her pussy was soaked, folds slick and swollen, clit throbbing under my fingers as I parted her gently.
"Look at you, already dripping for me. Such a good girl, getting wet just from watching me," I said, my breath hot against her skin, the words drawing a shiver from her.
She whimpered, hips bucking up toward my hand. "I can't help it... Use me, Xuan. Claim what's yours." Her jade-green eyes locked on mine, filled with desire that mirrored the growing darkness outside.
Her words ignited me further. I teased her entrance with two fingers, circling but not entering, drawing out her frustration with slow, deliberate motions. "Beg for it, sweetheart. Tell me how much you need my touch," I commanded, my voice dropping lower, the room now fully illuminated by the soft lantern light.
"Please, Xuan... finger me, eat me. I need you inside," she moaned, voice breathless, her body arching in anticipation.
Satisfied, I slid my fingers in—slow at first, feeling her walls clench around the intrusion, hot and velvety. I pumped them steadily, curling to hit that spot that made her cry out, thumb rubbing her clit in firm circles. Her moans grew louder, body writhing as I explored her depths, adding a third finger to stretch her wider, preparing her for what was to come.
"Fuck, you're tight even after last night," I said, voice rough with lust. "This pussy was made for my cock."
"Yes! For you only... oh gods, right there!" She arched sharply, her first orgasm building fast from the teasing buildup, her breaths coming in short gasps that filled the chamber.
But I wanted to taste her fully. Pulling my fingers free with a wet sound, I kissed down her stomach, nipping at her hips before spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy glistened, pink and inviting, and I dove in—tongue flat against her folds, lapping from entrance to clit in long, slow strokes. She tasted sweet, like nectar infused with her yin essence, and I groaned against her, the vibration making her shudder violently.
"Xuan! Your tongue... it's too good," she panted, hands fisting the sheets, knuckles white as pleasure coursed through her.
I teased her clit with quick flicks, then sucked it gently, inserting my tongue to fuck her shallowly while my fingers pinched her nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger. Her hips ground against my face, chasing the pleasure, moans turning to desperate pleas that echoed off the walls. "Don't stop... I'm close, please let me cum on your mouth."
I hummed approval against her slick folds, doubling my efforts—tongue swirling faster, fingers joining to thrust deep, curling relentlessly inside her. Her body tensed, thighs quaking around my head, and she shattered—first orgasm crashing over her with a scream, juices flooding my mouth as her pussy spasmed in waves. I lapped it all greedily, not letting up, drawing out every tremor until she was gasping, oversensitive and trembling.
"One more, Qing'er," I commanded, voice muffled against her, lifting my head briefly to meet her dazed eyes. "Cum again for me. Show me how much you love this."
"Yes... use my pussy, make me cum," she begged, voice breaking on a sob of need, her body already coiling for more.
I ate her out with renewed vigor, alternating between broad licks and focused suction on her clit, fingers pumping in rhythm with her hips. Her second orgasm hit harder, back bowing off the bed, a wail escaping her lips as waves of pleasure ripped through her core. "Xuan! Cumming... oh fuck, yes!" Her essence surged, yin qi tingling on my tongue, subtly enhancing my own meridians even without full dual cultivation yet, the energy pulsing in harmony with the night's deepening quiet.
Panting heavily, she reached for me, eyes wild with unquenched hunger. "Now fuck me, Xuan. I need your cock inside, claiming me deep," she demanded softly, her dirty talk laced with submission.
I stripped off my pants swiftly, my thick 8.5-inch length springing free—veined, hard as steel, pre-cum beading at the tip under the lantern's glow. Her gaze darkened with hunger, licking her lips unconsciously, and I positioned myself between her legs, rubbing the head along her slick folds teasingly, coating myself in her juices. "You want this? My cock stretching you, filling you until you can't think?" I taunted, holding back just enough to make her whine.
"Yes! Pound me, Xuan. Make me scream your name," she dirty-talked, her submissive fire showing as she spread her legs wider.
I thrust in slowly at first, inch by inch, savoring the way her walls gripped me like a vice—hot, wet, perfect. "Fuck, so tight... take it all, sweetheart." Once buried to the hilt, I paused, letting her adjust, our eyes locked in shared passion, breaths mingling in the intimate space.
Then I moved—pulling back and slamming in deep, setting a strong rhythm that had the bed creaking rhythmically. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, moans spilling freely as I fucked her with passion and desire, love underscoring every motion. "You're mine, Qing'er. This pussy, this body—all for me," I growled, leaning down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss.
"Claim it! Harder... fuck me like you own me," she cried out, nails raking down my back, leaving faint red trails that stung deliciously.
I drove into her relentlessly, the slap of skin on skin filling the room, her first orgasm building around my cock—walls fluttering, clenching as she came with a sob, juices coating my length. "Good girl, cumming so pretty on my dick," I praised, not slowing, pushing her through the aftershocks.
Flipping her over after she rode the waves, now on her hands and knees, I spanked her heart-shaped ass—sharp slaps that reddened the plush cheeks, making her yelp and push back eagerly. "God I love this ass." I growled, spanking again before gripping her hips firmly and thrusting from behind, balls slapping against her clit with each powerful drive.
"Yes! Spank me more... use me rough, my love," she moaned, the pain-pleasure mix driving her wild, her voice muffled against the pillows.
I obliged, alternating spanks with deep, punishing strokes—exploring her from this angle, one hand reaching around to rub her clit in tight circles. Her second orgasm hit like a storm, pussy spasming wildly, milking me as she screamed, "Xuan! Filling me so good... cum with me next!" Her body shook, collapsing forward slightly, but I held her up, prolonging the bliss.
But I held back my release, teasing her through it, slowing to shallow thrusts that made her whine in frustration. "Not yet. One more for you—ride me, show me how much you want it," I ordered, pulling out with a wet pop and lying back on the bed.
She straddled me eagerly, sinking down in one fluid motion, her wet pussy engulfing my cock fully, moaning at the depth. "So deep like this... your cock hits everything," she gasped, starting to ride with abandon, hips grinding in circles, breasts swaying hypnotically.
I spanked her ass lightly from below, thumbs digging into her hips to guide her pace. "That's it, fuck yourself on me. You're so beautiful, taking me like this," I praised, sitting up to capture a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while my hands roamed her back.
Her pace quickened, dirty words tumbling out between moans: "Claim my womb, Xuan. Fill me with your seed... make me yours forever." The words, combined with the tight heat of her clenching around me, pushed her to her third orgasm—body convulsing, walls rippling in ecstasy as she threw her head back, crying my name into the night.
That was my undoing. With a guttural groan, I thrust up hard, holding her down flush against me as my cock pulsed, hot cum erupting deep inside her—rope after rope flooding her pussy, our essences merging in a surge of yin-yang qi that stabilized my peak Qi Refining further, her early Foundation humming in harmony. The release washed over us, bodies locked together, breaths ragged in the aftermath.
We collapsed sideways on the bed, panting, my arms wrapping around her in tender aftercare—kissing her forehead softly, stroking her damp hair as she nestled against my chest, her heart pounding in sync with mine. The room smelled of us—sweat, sex, and the faint floral notes of her skin—lanterns casting flickering shadows as the night fully enveloped the estate.
"I love you, Qing'er." I whispered, my voice gentle now, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back.
"And I you, Xuan." she whispered back, content and sated, her hand resting over my heart. "Even if others come... I'll lead them for you." Her words hung in the air, a quiet acceptance that warmed me deeper than the qi exchange.
We lay entwined for what felt like hours, the dual cultivation's energy settling like a warm tide, refining our meridians subtly. Outside, the clan's evening routines hummed—distant calls of guards changing shifts, the soft chime of wind bells—but we ignored it all, lost in each other. Dinner bells tolled faintly in the distance, signaling the meal hour.
That's when I stirred, looking at my adorable troublemaker lying right next to me with her leg across my body, and her arm draping over my chest. I stifle a small laughter as she reminds me a little of the koala animal from my past life.
Brushing away the hair from her face, I kiss her forehead "Wakey Wakey my love. Time for dinner." She stirs awake, slightly opening her eyes with a tired but satisfied look on her glowing face. Looking at me, she smiles a little before closing her eyes again. "Do we really have to go?"
God I love her so much.
"Want me to bring dinner in our room?" I ask.
"Our room... Sounds nice." She says.
"Yes sweetheart, you rest, I'll get the dinner." She tries to get up insisting that it's her job but I remind her that I dont mind spanking her already red ass to remind her she's my lover and not subordiante. She yelps and hides under the blanket with only her eyes peeking out as she promises to behave.
I smile as I get out of bed—out of comfort, for a long night ahead, planning to enjoy this moment of peace until our dinner lasts.
Once the dinner is over, a hunt shall start.
My first hunt in this world—in this new life.
Ironcliff City— Gao Wen.
I'll be there soon...