"Hehe, want to ejaculate? If so, call me Lady Qing Tan," Qing Tan said with a smile, covering her mouth as she laughed. Wuming's face twitched at Qing Tan's words. He stared at the girl who was mocking him, feeling a pang of pent-up frustration. He couldn't help but think she had horns on her head. Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he pleaded in a low voice, "Uh, Qing Tan, sir, please, let me... ejaculate at your feet!"
Hearing Wuming's plea, Qing Tan chuckled twice, but the mocking expression vanished instantly. A smirk appeared on her lips, her eyes lowered, and she looked down at Wuming with disdain. "The Grand Elder's grand-disciple is truly a pervert! He's already ejaculating after just a few kicks, and now he's begging me to let him..." "Just cum, how perverted do you have to be! Hmm~ And your pleading was so halting, fine, I'll let you cum then."
With that, Qing Tan stopped squeezing Wuming's penis. Wuming felt the pressure on his penis tighten, and then he felt the legs that were gripping his penis start moving again. Wuming tilted his head back; he only saw Qing Tan grinning at him. Before he could think, waves of pleasure surged through his lower body. Wuming's body tensed slightly, his lower body arched upwards, and his penis contracted and swelled, spurting out thick, yellowish-white fluid from the tip of his penis. After flying vertically upwards for a short distance, it fell weakly, splashing onto Qing Tan's legs and calves.
After Wuming stopped, Qing Tan looked at him with slight surprise. Although his penis was of average size and his stamina wasn't great—he ejaculated after only a few strokes from her feet—the amount of semen was considerable, lasting for a long time. The semen almost covered her feet and half her calf. Compared to Lin Hong or Lin Langtian in the past, they probably needed two or even three times to achieve the amount Wuming produced in one go.
"Qing Tan, you made me so uncomfortable just now. Don't do that again," Wuming said to Qing Tan with a pained expression after resting for a while.
"Call me Lady Qing Tan from now on, otherwise we won't continue," Qing Tan's smile turned harsh upon hearing Wuming's words.
"Uh..." He was just holding back, and now, under normal circumstances, calling a girl much younger than himself "Lady" was a bit difficult for Wuming to say.
"You can leave now," Qing Tan didn't care about Wuming's feelings; if he didn't want to call her that, he could leave.
"Ah! No!" Wuming felt a headache coming on when he heard Qing Tan's words. Qing Tan had come to him because she wanted to cultivate the Demonic Body, so he should be the one with the upper hand. Why was he the one being restricted at every turn?
Moreover, it seemed that Qing Tan didn't intend to cultivate at all. She could end it so easily. But if she wasn't going to cultivate, what was the point of coming to him?
Wuming couldn't understand, and finally could only say with a bitter face, "Fine, I'll call you then, Lady Qing Tan."
Qing Tan smiled when she saw Wuming call her, saying, "That's more like it. I am the next Palace Master, so it doesn't seem wrong for you to call me that."
"Alright, I've already touched your feet. So what do you want to do next?"
Seeing Qing Tan's question, Wuming was slightly stunned. After touching his feet, he hadn't expected Qing Tan to give him another choice. After being stunned for a moment, he... A surge of joy followed, and after a moment's thought, Wuming softly said, "Lady Qing Tan, may I touch your breasts?"
"Hmph~ You've become bolder, huh?" Qing Tan looked at Wuming with amusement, remaining silent for a long time until Wuming felt a chill run down his spine. Only then did she move. She stopped propping her head up, lifted her right hand, and lay down on the sofa. Once her body was completely still, she spoke, "Alright, you want to touch them? Then I grant your permission."
Hearing Qing Tan's permission, Wuming felt a surge of excitement. However, despite his excitement, he didn't immediately pounce on Qing Tan. He felt that if he wanted to continue and eventually enter her body, he would have to cooperate with her and make her happy. So, he bowed slightly and thanked Qing Tan, saying, "Thank you for your permission, Lady Qing Tan."
But when Wuming bent down, he didn't see the happiness he expected on Qing Tan's face. She still looked down at him with a mixture of mockery and disdain, just as before. When Wuming looked up, Qing Tan's smile had returned.
Ying Huanhuan, watching from the side, covered her mouth and chuckled. She knew Qing Tan just wanted to play around. Remember when Yue Shan took Qing Tan's virginity? Didn't Qing Tan pretend to be a weak and powerless girl?
Of course, Wuming was unaware of all this. Seeing Qing Tan's smiling face, he assumed she was very happy. However, he wasn't thinking about that now; his heart was filled with excitement. Although Wuming didn't know if he would be able to sleep with Qing Tan tonight, he had already given her a footjob, and he would be able to touch her breasts later. For today, this was already a huge win.
At this moment, Wuming's eyes were almost bloodshot. He looked at Qing Tan, who was lounging lazily on the sofa beneath him, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. He leaned down, reaching out to touch Qing Tan's shoulders, then his hands slid down to the slightly bulging areas of her chest. Wuming's hands gently pressed against the soft flesh. Although the flesh wasn't particularly full, Wuming still found it captivating—small and soft, like holding a precious jewel in his hands. He dared not press too hard, but the sensation also puzzled him slightly. He hadn't felt any undergarment beneath Qing Tan's clothes, nor could he feel the two prominent nipples.
After touching her again, Wuming noticed two blushes appearing on Qing Tan's pretty face. It seemed that although Qing Tan was smiling at him and showing no reaction to his actions, her heart wasn't as calm as it appeared. This made Wuming even more puzzled, because he still couldn't touch Qing Tan's nipples. Unable to resist his curiosity, he slightly turned his right hand and slipped it inside Qing Tan's clothes from the front, near her chest. Soon, the left side of Qing Tan's clothes bulged, indicating that Wuming had touched her left breast. However, after touching Qing Tan's chest, Wuming paused slightly, then immediately withdrew his hand from her clothes, untied the leather strap at her chest, and pulled her clothes down.
Soon, Qing Tan's pair of snow-white breasts sprang forth after being freed from their restraints. Qing Tan's breasts weren't large, more like budding flowers; the years hadn't caused her body to grow much, but this didn't detract from her beauty. Though small, her breasts were soft and incredibly elastic. When Wuming pulled down her clothes, they bounced slightly, but quickly returned to their original shape, looking like a shaken, delicious pudding. And on Qing Tan's snow-white breasts, there was something extra: two flesh-colored soft pads, one on each end of her breasts. This was why Wuming couldn't feel any nipples on Qing Tan's chest.
"Hehe, I didn't expect Lady Qing Tan to be wearing this on her chest. It covers up her private parts and also reduces the need for undergarments, allowing her breasts to be better displayed on her clothing. It's truly killing two birds with one stone! No wonder I couldn't feel anything unusual after touching for so long," Wuming chuckled, looking at Qing Tan as if praising her. However, Wuming's tone quickly shifted, "I wonder if there's anything unusual about Lady Qing Tan's chest under this soft patch?"
Qing Tan, seeing Wuming's smile, smiled back at him. She licked her lips and said with a grin, "Anything unusual? You'll know once you take it off, won't you?"
Wuming was overjoyed upon hearing Qing Tan's words. He agreed to let her remove the soft pads from her breasts, and then said with a smile, "Then I'll gladly accept. I also want to see what Lady Qing Tan is hiding under those pads."
With that, Wuming also reached out his hand, but instead of using both hands to remove both pads from Qing Tan's breasts at once, he only extended his left hand, placing it on Qing Tan's right breast. He kneaded Qing Tan's nipple a few times, then stopped. Wuming lifted his hand, then immediately lowered it again, his thumb gently pressing on the pad above Qing Tan's right breast. This time, Wuming could feel a slight hardness beneath the pad, and his smile widened. Then, he applied a little pressure with his thumb, pressing the pad into Qing Tan's nipple.