Shi Yang froze, his grip lingering on her hips before he slowly let go. Han Jie straightened, cheeks flushed, brushing her hair aside as if nothing had happened.
Inside, his chest thundered. Heaven… you have not forsaken me after all. Forgive me for doubting you. Forgive me for cursing your name, for thinking you had cast me into a barren, twisted realm. To place me here, in this pavilion, with this woman—ah, truly, the Dao is profound beyond measure.
The golden glow in his abdomen pulsed with renewed vigor, as if the Sweat-Drinking Dragon Scripture itself resonated with his joy. For the first time since awakening in this body, hope filled his marrow. Heavenly Gate, Immortal Road Sage… perhaps you have left behind a path even for one such as me.
Han Jie lowered herself once more, steadying her petite frame against him. Her breath was ragged, her eyes half-lidded, pupils shining with a sultry gleam.
"It seems showing you what I can do made you act out a bit… I'll give you another quick taste," she whispered, rubbing him over her slit. "How about that~?"
Shi Yang stared at her. "It'd be a blessing," he spoke, his shaft twitching.
She smiled. "Just no touching."
Her hips descended slowly, agonizingly, her folds brushing against his rod before parting for him. This time she allowed her true lips to welcome him, her warmth wrapping him in a soft, silken embrace.
Shi Yang clenched his jaw, eyes rolling back slightly at the flood of sensation. His abdomen blazed brighter, drawing in the faint droplets of her sweat as they trickled down onto his chest. Every bead of moisture fed the scripture's hungry furnace, circulating through his meridians, polishing his Yang to a finer luster.
Han Jie's nails dug lightly into his shoulders as she rode him, her golden bangles chiming with every motion. "Mmm… Brother Shi, this compatibility is beyond my expectations…" she moaned, rocking against him with rising fervor.
Shi Yang's thoughts churned like a storm, but not with doubt this time. Heaven, you sly overseer… I thought you cruel, but you have given me proof that beauty still exists in this world. I swear, I will not squander this chance. I will seize every jade flower still hidden under heaven, and I will carve my path back to the immortal road.
Han Jie's thighs pressed against his sides, her body glistening with sweat that only fueled his scripture further. With every thrust, every droplet that touched him, his core grew more radiant, like molten gold searing within.
Her moans filled the chamber, mingling with the creak of the bed and the faint flicker of candlelight. "Y-yes… just like this… ahh—"
Shi Yang remained silent, lips pressed together, but his heart roared its vow to the skies: Heaven, you will see my rise. I will grasp beauty, power, and eternity with these hands. I will never doubt you again.
"Brother Shi," she called his name, her chest pressed against his, "can I ask for a favor~?"
He paused, feeling her inside clenching and unclenching rhythmically around him, his eyes rolled in ecstasy. "Yes, ask me anything~."
"I need you to close your eyes."
He blinked. "That's all?" he asked. She nodded, her fingers gliding off his shoulders. "The request was simple enough." He closed his eyelids, feeling her move along his arms before bringing one of his palms around her warmth.
"Now I want you to rub me here," she whispered softly, "but don't open your eyes."
Her voice trembled like silk in the wind. "Now I want you to rub me here… but don't open your eyes."
Shi Yang's palm drifted downward, guided by the heat of her body. His fingertips brushed over her soft mound, and then—at her sharp inhale—he found the small, swollen pearl hidden within.
Her body jolted, her hips grinding harder against him as her lips clenched his length like a vice. "Mmm… yes… right there…"
Shi Yang obeyed, his thumb circling her most sensitive spot while his other fingers teased the delicate folds surrounding it. Each stroke sent her body trembling, her inner walls tightening rhythmically around his golden dragon. The scripture within him surged to life, pulling in every drop of sweat glistening along her body, refining it into pure Yang before flowing back into her through their joined flesh.
The chamber filled with the music of their union—the creak of the bed, the chime of her golden bangles, and her soft cries rising in pitch as her climax drew near.
Han Jie's arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her breath hot against his ear. "Don't stop… ahh… Brother Shi, don't stop~"
His abdomen roared, golden veins lighting across his skin. His thrusts grew heavier, deeper, matching the rhythm of his thumb upon her pearl.
"Ahh—Shi Yang!" she cried, her body locking down on him, trembling as waves of release overtook her. The sudden squeeze dragged him over the edge. His eyes clenched tighter, his body bucked, and he spilled his hot seed into her trembling depths.
For a long moment, neither moved. Only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the private chamber.
Han Jie slowly eased herself off of him, her thighs quivering as she rose. Shi Yang's eyes fluttered, about to open, but her hand pressed lightly to his chest.
"Not yet," she whispered, her voice sweet and commanding.
He obeyed.
Moments later, he felt her presence shift. She knelt between his legs once more, her lips wrapping around his still-hard shaft. Her tongue glided slowly, lovingly, cleaning away every trace of their mingled essence.
Only when she was satisfied did she pull back, lips smacking softly as she whispered with a playful lilt, "Now, you may open your eyes."