Yao Hong strolled through the bustling market, clutching a small white plastic bag filled with potato chips. His eyes were glued to his phone, engrossed in his favorite Xianxia novel. The crowd around him cast disdainful glances at his imposing figure. Standing at seven feet five inches, Yao Hong had the physique of a strongman: broad shoulders, bulging muscles, a prominent belly, a thick beard, and long, unkempt hair. He resembled a towering Viking warrior.
Unfazed by their sneers, Yao Hong paid no attention to the onlookers. Despite his intimidating appearance, he was a virgin who had little interest in the admiration of other men. His passions were simple: food and the gym. The more he ate, the more he trained; the more he trained, the more he ate. This cycle had sculpted his massive frame.
In college, Yao Hong was largely ignored by women. Only fellow weightlifters approached him, showering him with praise and pestering him for his training techniques. But their admiration meant little to him—he longed for the attention of women, who often recoiled in disgust if he ventured too close.
Eventually, Yao Hong reached his modest apartment. He collapsed onto his futon, the floor creaking under his weight, and tore open another bag of chips. With a broad grin, he resumed reading his novel while munching contentedly. After devouring three packets, he stood up, only to freeze as a frown creased his face. "What the hell?" he muttered, looking around in disbelief. His apartment was gone. Instead, he stood in a dense jungle, his futon, a few empty chip packets, and his phone scattered on the ground beside him.
"Where am I?" he said, bewildered. He tried to turn on his phone, but it was dead, no matter how many times he pressed the power button. Stepping cautiously through the jungle, his heart nearly stopped when he glanced at the sky. A massive dragon soared overhead, pursued by a man riding a flying sword. Yao Hong's eyes widened. "No way!" he exclaimed, a wild grin spreading across his face. "I've transmigrated! Hell yeah!" Laughing heartily, he stuffed his useless phone into his pocket, slung his futon over his shoulder, and began trudging barefoot through the jungle.
Soon, he stumbled upon a dirt trail. "If I follow this, maybe I'll find a town," he said optimistically, starting to walk. Before he could take more than a few steps, a black carriage rolled up beside him and came to a stop. An old man in black leather armor, a sword strapped to his side, sat at the reins. He scrutinized Yao Hong with a furrowed brow. "Young man, who are you, and why are you dressed so strangely?" he asked.
Before Yao Hong could respond, a melodic, mature voice called from inside the carriage. "Mister Tang, why have we stopped?" The carriage door swung open, and a woman stepped out. She wore a flowing blue cheongsam that clung to her curves, accentuating her figure despite its loose fit. In her late twenties, she had fair skin, dark hair, and an air of refined grace. Yao Hong's gaze lingered on her voluptuous chest, barely contained by her dress, and traced her curves. His breath caught, and he felt a rush of desire so intense it nearly overwhelmed him.
"Miss Dai Huiling, it's nothing," the old man, Tang You, said quickly, dismounting and bowing respectfully. "I merely saw this… rustic fellow and thought to ask if he needed assistance."
It was clear Dai Huiling was someone of importance. She turned her dark, expressive eyes toward Yao Hong, and for a moment, her breath hitched. Beads of sweat glistened on her neck. Though Yao Hong didn't fit the traditional mold of a refined, jade-skinned gentleman, his sheer size and muscularity were unlike anything she'd ever seen. Composing herself, she offered a gentle smile. "Dear, are you lost?" she asked, noting his youth.
Yao Hong hesitated, then nodded. "I… I don't know where I am. My name is Yao Hong, but I don't remember anything else. I just woke up here in this jungle."
Tang You frowned. "Miss Huiling, it seems someone erased this mortal's memories and abandoned him here to perish," he said gravely.
Dai Huiling's expression softened with pity as she looked at Yao Hong. "Poor boy," she murmured, stepping closer. Her floral scent enveloped him, sending his senses reeling. His cheeks flushed, and he fought to maintain his composure. Never had he been so close to such a breathtaking woman.
"Would you like to come with us?" she offered kindly. "You could serve my Dai Clan. I'll ensure you're treated well."
Tang You's eyes widened in disbelief. The Dai Clan was prestigious—mere mortals, and even some Marrow Refining Cultivators, could only dream of serving them. "Young miss is truly benevolent," he thought, nearly moved to tears by her compassion. Turning to Yao Hong, he barked, "Boy, accept her offer quickly! Our young miss is granting you a rare opportunity. Bow and show your gratitude!"
Yao Hong swallowed hard and bowed deeply, his massive frame nearly touching the ground. "Thank you, Miss," he said earnestly.
Dai Huiling smiled warmly. "You must be exhausted from wandering barefoot. Come, rest inside the carriage." She stepped back inside, leaving Yao Hong stunned.
Tang You frowned again, astonished that his lady would invite a stranger into her carriage. Glancing at Yao Hong's bare feet, he sighed, his admiration for Dai Huiling's kindness growing even deeper. "Young miss is too generous," he muttered, tears welling in his eyes.
Yao Hong, unsure what to make of the old man's emotions, said nothing and climbed into the carriage. The wooden frame groaned under his weight but held firm. "Must be made of some kind of spirit wood," he thought, settling in with a mix of excitement and disbelief at his new reality.
Yao Hong had barely settled into the carriage when Tang You spotted the discarded futon on the ground outside. With a resigned sigh, the old man kicked it upward, sending it sailing onto the roof of the carriage where it landed with a soft thud. He then climbed back onto the driver's seat, flicked the reins, and the carriage lurched forward, resuming its journey along the dirt trail.
Inside the spacious carriage—far larger than it appeared from the outside, likely enchanted with some spatial array—Yao Hong found Dai Huiling lounging on a plush, oversized futon. She sat with her back resting against the padded wall, one leg elegantly crossed over the other. The high slit of her blue cheongsam parted just enough to reveal her smooth, thick thighs, their creamy fairness glowing in the dim light filtering through the curtained windows. Her posture accentuated her curves, the fabric straining slightly against her full breasts and wide hips, exuding an unintentional seductiveness that made Yao Hong's pulse race.
He stared, mesmerized by her alluring figure, his composure cracking as heat flooded his body. His sweatpants tented visibly, his arousal straining against the fabric, impossible to hide. Dai Huiling's eyes flicked downward, noticing the bulge, and a faint blush colored her cheeks. She shifted slightly, uncrossing her legs, the movement causing the slit to widen further and expose more of her luscious thighs.
The carriage rocked gently as it moved, creating a rhythmic sway that seemed to heighten the tension in the air. Dai Huiling met Yao Hong's gaze, her dark eyes smoldering with unspoken curiosity. "Come, sit beside me," she murmured, her voice husky and inviting. "You look... uncomfortable."
Yao Hong swallowed hard, his massive frame moving awkwardly in the confined space as he lowered himself onto the futon next to her. The proximity was intoxicating—her floral scent enveloped him again, mixing with the faint musk of her skin. Before he could process what was happening, Dai Huiling's hand brushed against his thigh, her fingers trailing upward with deliberate slowness. "I've never encountered a man quite like you," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "So... imposing. So raw."
Her hand reached the tent in his pants, cupping the bulge firmly. Yao Hong gasped, his body tensing as she squeezed gently, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. With a deft motion, she tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down just enough to free his erection. It sprang out, thick and veined, easily over nine inches long and as girthy as her wrist, throbbing in the open air.
Dai Huiling's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. *By the heavens, what is this?* she thought, staring at his massive cock, its bulbous head already glistening with precum. *It's enormous... so thick, so veined, like a beast's. And his body—those bulging muscles, that rugged beard, the sheer size of him. In this world of cultivators, every man I've known is slender, refined, with skin as smooth as jade and bodies honed for elegance, not this primal power. They've always been gentle, almost fragile. But him... he's like a wild barbarian from ancient legends. It stirs something deep inside me, a forbidden hunger I didn't know I had. My core aches just looking at him. I want to taste it, to feel that roughness claim me.*
She licked her lips unconsciously, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft—her fingers barely meeting around its girth. Leaning forward, she parted her full lips and took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Yao Hong groaned deeply, his hands clenching into fists as waves of pleasure shot through him. She began to suck, her cheeks hollowing as she took more of him in, inch by inch, her mouth stretching to accommodate his size. Saliva coated his length as she bobbed her head, her free hand stroking what she couldn't fit, while the other caressed his heavy balls.
*Holy shit, this feels incredible,* Yao Hong thought, his mind reeling as he watched her lush lips slide up and down his cock. *Her mouth is so warm, so wet—sucking me like she's starving for it. I never dreamed my first time in this new world would be like this. Transmigrated into a fantasy realm, and now this gorgeous cultivator lady is blowing me in a moving carriage? It's like straight out of one of my Xianxia novels, but way hotter. Fuck, her tongue... if she keeps going, I'm not gonna last long.*
Dai Huiling moaned around his thickness, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. She quickened her pace, her head moving faster, slurping noisily as she deepthroated him as best she could, gagging slightly but pushing through with determination. *This primal urge... it's consuming me,* she thought, her own arousal building, her thighs pressing together to ease the growing wetness between her legs. *His scent, his size—it's awakening instincts I never knew existed. In a world of delicate immortals, he's a force of nature. I need more... I need him to fill me completely.*
Yao Hong's hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting deeper into her mouth as his climax built. With a guttural roar, he came, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded her throat. Dai Huiling swallowed greedily, milking every drop, her eyes locked on his as she pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his still-hard shaft. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, while Yao Hong leaned back, panting, his body humming with aftershocks.
The carriage continued onward, the outside world oblivious to the intimate encounter within.