"Ahhh...mmm...It feels super tight....It hurts but it feels good" She moaned and cried at the same time. And next moment, Jian's slender arms gently embraced her, and he shut his eyes as his mouth slowly reached for her soft lips.
Seeing This Maria gulped nervously, And didn't resist his kiss and also closed her own eyes.
The two's lips gently connected while Jian was massaging her boobs trying to make her feel more comfortable and to ease her pain.
Maria's body quivered as Jian's bare chest pressed against hers, his weight pinning her softly to the bed.
His hands kneaded her breasts, rolling their peaks with slow, deliberate strokes that made her back arch against him.
When their eyes met, Maria caught a fleeting glimmer in his gaze—was it pity? Her attention shifted downward. His girth, which had been straining with raw vigor moments before, seemed to have reduced slightly.
She had no real experience, but gossip among the kitchen staff echoed in her mind.
Has he already released? No… his breathing isn't shallow, nor has he shuddered.
Then… it must be me. I'm not giving the young master enough pleasure.
The thought stung, but instead of retreating, Maria leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered breathlessly, "Ahhh… harder! I want it harder, young master…"
The sultry plea carried like a spell. Jian's manhood surged back to life, thick and unyielding.
When Maria sneakily glance down again, a sly smirk curved across her lips. So that's what stirs him… she mused inwardly.
A groan escaped Jian as he answered her call. His hips snapped forward, his thrusts growing faster and deeper.
The rhythm was frantic, like a dog on heat. His dragon slammed into her again and again, the head battering her deepest point with relentless force—like a hammer striking the same point until it threatened to break.
"Ahhh—ahhh—ahhh!" Maria's cries echoed through Jian's chamber, each thrust driving her closer to her Climax.
Her tightness began to convulse around him, squeezing harder, milking his shaft with each movement.
The pleasure moved tighter and tighter inside her until it could no longer be contained.
"Something… it's coming—ahhhhhhh!" Her head tilted back, mouth agape, tongue trembling as if she were drowning in ecstasy.
Her body spasmed violently, every muscle seizing, and then ... a flood. A torrent of liquid burst forth from her depths, gushing against Jian's pelvis and soaking the sheets beneath.
But it was no ordinary release. The fluid shimmered faintly with energy, carrying a faint spiritual aura that bled into the air. Jian's body instinctively absorbed it, the mysterious essence feeding into his meridians like water into thirsty soil.
Yet even as Maria shook beneath him, utterly undone, Jian did not relent. His thrusts continued with unbroken rhythm, his steel-like rod plunging into her sensitive, trembling core.
The suction of her convulsing hole nearly dragged his release from him, the pressure mounting within his loins.
"J-Jian… I can't—ahhh—stop!" Maria whimpered, her body betraying her as wave after wave of release wracked her frame, each gush accompanied by another surge of energy.
Her lust burned brighter instead of dimming, her body's sensitivity climbing to unbearable heights.
And Jian, fueled by her erotic melody was close to his climax, Maria quickly notice his rod twitched from within her walls,Maria griped him tighter using every fibre of muscle in her glory hole and then like a ripple effect,
Jian could no longer hold back. With a final thrust, he released torrents of Yang Qi deep inside Maria's tender cave, his entire body trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through him.
For a long moment, the room was filled only with their ragged breathing. The mingling of sweat, lust, and faint traces of spiritual energy hung heavy in the air.
Exhausted, Jian finally withdrew and collapsed beside her. Both of them lay staring at the ceiling in silence, their bodies still tingling from the intensity of their session.
Then their eyes met. A small, unguarded smile crept onto their faces at the same time, breaking the silence.
Maria shifted closer, her body instinctively seeking his warmth. She pressed against him, her soft skin brushing his chest, and nestled her head beneath his chin. Within moments, sleep claimed her, her breathing evening out as she snuggled tighter against him.
Jian's gaze lingered on her serene face for a while, his hand brushing a strand of damp hair away from her cheek.
But then, with a quiet exhale, he carefully disentangled himself from her embrace. Moving with deliberate gentleness to avoid waking her, he rose from the bed.
Crossing the room, he settled onto the floor in a lotus position. His breathing slowed, his expression hardening as the playful lover vanished, replaced by the disciplined cultivator. He closed his eyes and focused inward.
The faint traces of Yin Qi still lingering from Maria's release swirled around him, invisible to the naked eye. Jian guided the flow with practiced control, drawing it into his meridians.
Each breath pulled more of the essence into his dantian, where it fused with his Yang Qi, tempering and fortifying his core.
As a dual cultivator, Jian couldn't afford to waste a single moment. He had just plucked Maria's Yin essence—rich, raw, and abundant. Even though she was still a mortal, it didn't matter. At his current stage, every drop of Yin was invaluable nourishment for his path forward.
Then, without warning, a chilling wave surged through his veins. His entire body stiffened as the cold stabbed into his bones, his breath frosting in the air.
"So cold…" Jian's thoughts trembled as he forced his Qi to circulate faster. Does she have a cold-attribute physique?
The frigid sensation only worsened. It was as if he were submerged in glacial waters, his marrow crystallizing with every heartbeat. For three endless hours, he endured the icy torment, his teeth clenched, sweat freezing upon his skin.
And then, suddenly—
Crack!
The frost shattered. The unbearable chill receded, replaced by a flood of Yin energy surging through his meridians like a storm breaking its dam. His nebular expanded violently, and power rushed through him in uncontrollable waves.
He broke through to the sixth stage of the Body Refining Realm.
The torrent did not stop. His Qi surged again, pushing him past the seventh stage, then the eighth. Each breakthrough rattled his bones and stretched his meridians to their limits, his body trembling under the onslaught.
Finally, at the peak of the Body Refining Realm, the rampaging Yin paused—like a beast caught at a barrier. Jian gritted his teeth, channeling every ounce of control he had.
Then—BOOM!
His meridians burst wide like rivers carving new paths, signaling his breakthrough into the Flesh Tempering Realm. The sensation of raw power consumed him, yet Jian immediately seized control, channeling the remainder of the Yin into reinforcing his meridians and stabilizing his core.
Only after the storm subsided did he finally have space to think. His breathing slowed, his mind racing as he sifted through his previous memories.
Ice. That bone-chilling essence hadn't been ordinary Yin. But no matter
how hard he searched, he couldn't pinpoint which cold-attribute Yin physique he had just absorbed.