The words rang in his ear, unfiltered with a taboo that would shatter the moral compass of the orthodox sects. Impregnate his sister? It was a line drawn in blood and sand, a transgression against the very laws of nature and society.
Yet, Tianmo did not flinch. In the cultivation world, morality was a shackle for the weak. The strong wrote the laws, and the strong broke them.
Slquech! Squelch! Squelch!
He continued to pump her, ignoring the overstimulation that made her body twitch like a broken puppet. The friction was intense, her walls still rippling from the aftershocks of her climax, gripping him with a desperate, rhythmic suction.
"Anghhh!♡ Ah... Ah... Brother... Ahhh!♡" Ling'er whimpered, her head lolling against his shoulder, her voice barely a breathless sob. "My insides... they are going numb...♡"
