He kneaded her breasts roughly, pulling, squeezing, molding them into different shapes—round handfuls, elongated peaks, pressed together to deepen her cleavage.
"Look at these tits," he commented, his voice a pleased, possessive rumble. He gave a particularly firm squeeze, watching her nipples harden further.
"So big. So soft. So fucking bouncy. I could play with them for a lifetime and never get enough."
Lanrou's head turned to the side, her cheek flaming a scarlet that clashed beautifully with her pink hair. Her mind was a vortex of shame, anger, and a traitorous, building heat.
The feeling of his strong, demanding hands on her most intimate flesh, handling her with such casual ownership, was a violation of everything she'd been taught. And yet, a low, helpless moan escaped her throat as he thumbed her nipples.
"Uumm…"
It was all the encouragement he needed. He leaned forward, his mouth opening, and bit down on one taut, pink peak.
"Aahh!"
The sound was a sharp, high-pitched cry. Her whole body jolted, a violent shiver racking her from head to toe. The mixture of pain and a shocking, direct line of pleasure was electric.
Slurrp.
Chuuu…
He sucked the offended nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the areola, then flicking rapidly over the tip.
The wet, intimate sounds filled the quiet room.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment—a sharp, grazing bite followed by a deep, hungry suckle.
"Mmh… ahh…"
Her moans became a continuous, breathy soundtrack.
He was relentless. His mouth and hands worked in tandem, one sucking and biting while the other kneaded and pinched.
He lavished attention on her breasts as if starved, chewing gently on the tender nubs, sucking until the flesh around his mouth bloomed red, marking her as his.
His free hand groped and fondled its counterpart, his fingers pinching and rolling the neglected nipple.
"Slurrps… chup… ahh…"
"Ooohh… Shen Fei…"
Her voice was climbing an octave, losing its coherent edge.
She was seated on his lap, her weight on his thighs, and she could feel the rigid cock, insistent pressure of his erection beneath her, a thick ridge straining against his robes and her skirt.
Each movement she made, each shuddering breath, ground her ass against it, sending fresh jolts of awareness through her.
He feasted for what felt like an eternity, though it was mere minutes.
Finally, with a last, wet pull that made her back arch, he released her bruised and glistening nipple from his mouth.
Her breasts were a ravaged landscape—covered in red bite marks, love-bruises blooming, saliva shining on the pale skin.
They heaved with her ragged breaths.
He looked at his handiwork with dark satisfaction.
Then his hands shifted to her waist. He lifted her off his lap and placed her on the floor before him, pushing her down until her knees hit the plush rug.
"Get down to work, bitch." His tone was condescending, dripping with expectation.
"I couldn't fully enjoy your mouth in the afternoon. You were too busy worrying about getting caught." He looked down at her, at her kiss-swollen lips and dazed, shame-filled eyes. "Now let me see what those pouty, arrogant lips can really do."
Lanrou huffed, a spark of her old fire igniting.
His commanding tone, the demeaning word 'bitch'—it grated against the last shreds of her dignity.
Her marked breasts rose and fell with her indignant breath, the movement making the abused flesh jiggle enticingly.
The sight of her anger, framed by his possessive marks, only made her look more debauched, more seductive.
But she had made her choice.
The fire dimmed, banked by cold calculation and the memory of the soul-deep pleasure-pain he'd just given her.
With hands that only trembled slightly, she reached for the sash of his dark robe. She untied it, her fingers brushing the hard planes of his abdomen beneath. She pushed the robe open.
His cock sprang free, thick, long, and already weeping a bead of precum at the flushed, broad head. It was an intimidating sight, veined and heavy.
Even though she had taken it in her mouth just hours before, its sheer, aggressive majesty still gave her pause. She marveled at it, a tool of such profound pleasure and power.
Taking a steadying breath that did nothing to calm her racing heart, she wrapped her fingers around the base, feeling the hot, velvety-iron feel of him.
She leaned in, her pink hair falling around her face like a curtain. Her tongue, small and pink, darted out.
Slurrp.
She licked a slow, tentative stripe from the base to the tip, circling the swollen head.
The taste was musky, salty, uniquely his. She repeated the motion, her tongue swirling around the corona, teasing the slit.
Slurp.
She took just the head into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue flattening against the sensitive underside.
She bobbed her head slightly, taking him deeper, then retreating.
Watching her—the proud heiress of the illustrious Huyan family, kneeling on her rug, her magnificent breasts on display and marked by his teeth, her pink lips stretched around his cock—filled Shen Fei with a profound, almost spiritual satisfaction.
'This is the true prize. Not the power, not the pills. This. '
'Seeing the arrogant bitches bow and submit. Breaking their pride until they crave the very act of degradation. '
'His aunt Shen Xiu's disdainful face flashed before him, now replaced by her own look of needy desperation. '
His thoughts were deliciously dark.
They were cut short as Lanrou, gaining a sliver of confidence, opened her mouth wider and took more of his dick in. Her cheeks, already soft, hollowed dramatically as she created suction.
"Uumm, that's it. Suck it harder."
His voice was a soft moan of encouragement. His hand tangled in her long pink hair, not forcing yet, just caressing, possessive.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
The wet, rhythmic sounds were obscenely loud. She found a pace, bobbing her head, taking his cock in and out of the warm, wet clutch of her mouth. Pleasure, hot and coiling, began to build at the base of his spine.
He let her continue for a minute, enjoying the view, the sensation.
Then a flicker of impatience, a desire for deeper submission, took hold. His voice was a mumble. "It's lacking."
Her eyes flicked up to his, questioning around the girth in her mouth.
He didn't explain.
The hand in her hair fisted tightly, gripping a thick handful of pink locks. In one brutal, decisive motion, he slammed her head down, forcing his entire cock past her lips, deep into her throat.
Gawwkk—!
A choked, guttural sound of distress erupted from her.
Her eyes flew wide, tears instantly springing to the corners, blurring her vision.
Her throat convulsed wildly around the invading thickness, a violent, involuntary gag reflex.
It burned. It stretched her unbearably.
She could feel the monstrous girth of his cock distorting her neck, a painful, overwhelming fullness.
Despite her silver-ranked soul force, her body was that of a pampered noble—untrained in true hardship. This was a violation of a different order.
But as she gagged, something else stirred.
A cycle is completed. A strange, resonant energy, warm and cool simultaneously, pulsed from his core, traveled down his cock into her constricted throat, swirled in her choking body, and then surged back into him, purified, brighter.
His Absolute Yin-Yang Physique was activating of its own accord, beginning the dual cultivation process. With every choked breath she managed around him, a minuscule amount of impurity was scoured from her soul force, carried back to him, and refined.
Slurp.
Gawk.
Slurp.
He didn't let her up. He held her there, his fist a ruthless pilot, and began to move.
He pulled her head back until just the tip remained, then slammed her down again, fucking her throat in a steady, punishing rhythm.
"Hhmmm…"
His own groan was one of deep, dark pleasure.
The tight, convulsive clutch of her virgin throat was unbelievable.
The visual was even better: her tear-streaked face, her mascara smudging, her perfect makeup ruined by her own drool and his pre-cum.
Lanrou's world narrowed to the burn in her throat, the pressure in her skull, and the terrifying, exhilarating rush of energy flowing between them.
Then she felt it. Beneath the pain, a subtle cleansing. Her soul force, agitated and strained, was being… laundered.
A faint, gritty impurity she hadn't even been aware of was being pulled away, leaving her core feeling lighter, brighter. The effect was tiny, incremental, but unmistakable.
It's working. The realization cut through her panic and shame. It's real. The dual cultivation… It's purifying me.
The hardship, the unpleasantness of being used like this… it faded into a distant background hum.
A burning, desperate passion ignited in her gut. This was the price. This was the path.
She wanted more. Needed more.
Her hands, which had been fluttering weakly at her sides, flew to his muscular thighs, not to push him away, but to grip them, to brace herself.
She stopped fighting the rhythm.
When he pulled her up, she gasped in a ragged breath. When he pushed her down, she forced her throat to relax, to accept him, impaling herself on his cock with a newfound, feverish zeal.
Slurp.
Gawk.
"Uunn… uughh… Sluurpp."
The sounds changed, With Less struggle, more wet, determined consumption.
Her throat worked around him, massaging his cock in its tight, slick channel.
Shen Fei felt the shift, saw the desperate light in her tear-filled eyes, and his pleasure spiked.
This was the breaking point he lived for—the moment resentment transformed into addicted compliance.
The coil in his groin tightened, becoming an urgent, undeniable pressure. He increased his pace, his hips joining in, driving up to meet her descending mouth.
"Aahh, that's it… take it all, you greedy bitch…"
His control snapped.
He buried her face in his crotch, holding her head immobile as his back arched off the bed.
"Uuuhhmm"
A raw, guttural roar tore from his throat as he came, pulse after powerful pulse of hot, thick cum jetting directly down her constricted esophagus.
"Gulp! Gulp!"
Her throat had no choice but to work, to swallow.
She drank him down, the salty, pungent essence flooding her stomach. Ropes and ropes of his release pumped into her, and with each swallow, the energy exchange intensified.
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