Later that morning, as Yao Hong continued to meditate on the Fiery Breath Technique, a firm knock echoed through his door. He set the manual aside, his newfound cultivation energy humming faintly in his veins, and opened it. Standing there was Tang You, but Yao Hong frowned slightly upon seeing another figure beside him—a woman much younger than the old man, perhaps in her early thirties, with an air of quiet authority.
Tang You cleared his throat. "Yao Hong, this is my eldest daughter, Tang Qiang. She serves as the Chief Servant to Madam Huiling. She'll instruct you on your duties as a personal servant. Follow her guidance well." With a nod, Tang You turned and departed, leaving the two alone in the doorway.
Yao Hong's gaze shifted to Tang Qiang, taking in her striking appearance. Her hair was a vibrant green, cascading in waves down her back—perhaps a mark of some cultivation lineage or spirit herb influence. But it was her body that made him gulp audibly, his throat dry. She was busty beyond measure, her curves even more pronounced than Dai Huiling's: full, heavy breasts straining against her simple servant's robe, wide hips that swayed subtly as she stood, and a plump, rounded ass that hinted at softness and strength. Her fair skin and mature, composed features only amplified her allure. *Damn, another stunner,* Yao Hong thought, his cock twitching in his robe. *Green hair? Bustier than Huiling? This clan's got a type. Wonder if she's as wild as the sisters.* He nodded at Tang You's retreating figure and turned back to her. "I'll follow your lead, Miss Tang Qiang."
Once her father was out of sight, Tang Qiang's eyes roamed over Yao Hong's hulking frame, tracing his broad shoulders, muscular arms, and the way his black servant's robe clung to his big belly and powerful legs. A flush crept up her neck as she felt a sudden warmth between her thighs, her nether regions growing slick with unwelcome arousal. Her heart skipped a beat, pounding erratically. *What is this? He's so... immense, so rough. Like a wild beast from the forbidden forests. I shouldn't feel this way—my body's betraying me already.*
Composing herself with a slight cough, she met his eyes. "Madam Huiling has summoned you. Follow me to her chambers." She turned and led the way down the clan's winding hallways, her steps measured but her mind a chaotic storm. As they walked, she couldn't help stealing glances at him over her shoulder—his long hair swaying, beard framing his rugged face, the sheer size of him making the corridor feel smaller. *Stop it, Qiang. You have a husband—loyal, kind Chen Wei. We've been married for years; I shouldn't entertain these thoughts. But look at him... so virile, so powerful. Chen's gentle, but this man could crush mountains. No, focus on your duties.*
Yao Hong followed silently, his own thoughts wandering to her swaying hips. *She's checking me out. That look—same as Huiling and Xiu. Wonder if all the women here are drawn to big guys like me.*
Soon, they arrived at Dai Huiling's private chambers, a lavish suite adorned with silk hangings, spirit incense burners, and a large canopy bed. Tang Qiang opened the door and gestured for him to enter. "Madam awaits inside. I'll leave you to it." She closed the door behind him with a soft click, then retreated to the empty hallway, leaning against the wall as she took a deep, shuddering breath.
Her hand pressed instinctively to her chest, feeling her nipples—extremely hard and sensitive—poking through her robe like pebbles. Lower, she shifted her thighs, mortified to discover her underwear was dripping wet, soaked through with her arousal. *By the heavens, what's wrong with me? Just from looking at him? My pussy's throbbing, and I barely spoke to him.* Her mind flashed to a recent conversation with her husband, Chen Wei, who had smiled at her over dinner and said, "Qiang, we've been stable for so long. Perhaps it's time we plan for a child—a son or daughter to carry on our line."
The thought had warmed her then, but now it twisted into something perverse. *A child with Chen? He'd be a good father, steady and kind. But... with Yao Hong? Gods, imagine the strength, the vitality. His seed would create a warrior, not some delicate cultivator. I'd be more satisfied—stretched, filled, bred by that brute. No! I must banish these thoughts. I'm Chief Servant; duty first.* Shaking her head, she straightened her robe and hurried away, her body still buzzing with forbidden desire, unaware that her path might cross Yao Hong's again soon.
Yao Hong stepped into Dai Huiling's opulent chambers, the door clicking shut behind him. The room was bathed in soft lantern light, scented with exotic incense that hung heavy in the air. Dai Huiling lounged on a silk-draped chaise, clad in a seductive purple robe that clung to her curves like a second skin. The neckline plunged daringly low, revealing a generous expanse of her ample breasts, their soft swells heaving slightly with each breath. Her dark hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of authority and mischief.
She snorted upon seeing him, rising gracefully to her feet, her full breasts jiggling enticingly with the motion. "You're late," she said, her voice a sultry purr laced with mock sternness. "Looks like you need to be punished, servant."
Before Yao Hong could respond, she closed the distance in a blur, her cultivation-enhanced strength surging as she shoved him backward. He tumbled to the plush carpeted floor with a thud, his massive frame pinned down by an invisible force of qi that held him immobile, like iron chains forged from the air itself. *She's got me good—strong as hell,* Yao Hong thought, a thrill of excitement coursing through him despite the restraint. *Punishment from her? Sign me up.*
Dai Huiling straddled him swiftly, her robe parting to reveal more of her voluptuous body. With a feral grin, she ripped his black servant's robe apart in one swift motion, the fabric tearing like paper under her grip. His thick, veined cock sprang free, already hardening at the sight of her. She gripped it firmly, her fingers barely encircling its girth, and positioned the bulbous head at her slick entrance. "You've been a bad boy," she whispered, echoing his unspoken thoughts.
Yao Hong groaned, his hips straining against the pinning force. "Yes, Miss... I've been a very bad boy. Punish me—make me pay."
Without further preamble, she slammed down onto him, ramming her tight, wet pussy onto his giant dick with rapid, punishing speed. The room filled with the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as she rode him like a woman possessed, her breasts bouncing wildly, threatening to spill fully from her robe. Her walls clenched around his thickness, milking him with each upward thrust. *He's so huge—filling me completely, stretching me like no one else,* she thought, her breath hitching. *This brute's cock is my addiction; punishing him feels like rewarding myself.*
They fucked furiously for fifteen minutes, her pace unrelenting, sweat glistening on their bodies. Yao Hong thrust up as best he could against the restraint, grunting with pleasure. Finally, Dai Huiling threw her head back with a cry, her orgasm crashing over her in shuddering waves, her juices flooding over his shaft. The sensation pushed Yao Hong over the edge; he roared, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside her, thick ropes of cum painting her inner walls.
But that was only the beginning. Releasing the qi pin, she pulled him to his feet, and they continued ravaging each other until evening. He took her bent over her vanity, pounding into her from behind while she gripped the mirror, her screams echoing off the walls. They switched to anal twice—first with her on all fours, his girth stretching her tight ass as she begged for more; the second time with her riding him reverse, grinding down until she squirted across the floor. Positions blurred: missionary on the bed, her legs over his shoulders; against the wall, her nails raking his back; even a standing fuck where he lifted her effortlessly, slamming her down onto his cock. *Her ass is perfect—tight and greedy,* Yao Hong thought during one anal session. *This world's making me a sex god.* Dai Huiling's mind raced similarly: *His stamina... it's endless. Each thrust ignites my qi; I could fuck him forever.*
As the sun dipped low, casting golden rays through the windows, Dai Huiling led him out to her private garden—a secluded oasis of blooming spirit flowers, trickling fountains, and soft grass underfoot. In the middle of it all, beneath the fading evening light, she pushed him down again and mounted him, her purple robe discarded entirely. They fucked wildly amid the petals, her curves glowing in the twilight, his hands groping her heaving breasts as he thrust up into her. Anal followed once more, her on her knees in the grass, screaming as he claimed her from behind.
The session stretched into the night, only ending at midnight when Dai Huiling finally collapsed beside him on the grass, her body utterly exhausted, slick with sweat and their combined fluids. She panted heavily, her limbs limp, a satisfied but weary smile on her lips. *I've never been fucked like this—drained to my core. He's a monster in the best way.*
Yao Hong, however, sat up with ease, his breathing steady and his cock still semi-hard, ready for more despite the marathon. *Weird... no fatigue at all. It's like my body's built for this now—transmigration bonus?* He focused inward, sensing his qi, and grinned widely. His cultivation had surged again, pushing him to Body Refining Stage Nine. *Dual cultivation strikes again. Fucking her boosted me two stages. At this rate, I'll be a powerhouse.*
He looked down at her exhausted form and teased, "Tired already, Miss? I could go another round—or ten."
Dai Huiling chuckled weakly, waving a hand. "You're insatiable, brute. Fine... you've satisfied me beyond words. As a gift, you can borrow Tang Qiang for the night. She'll... assist you."
Yao Hong's eyes lit up. "Really? I'd appreciate that."
She nodded, summoning a communication jade from her spatial ring. A quick message later, Tang Qiang arrived at the garden's edge, her green hair catching the moonlight, her busty figure outlined in her servant's robe. "Madam?" she asked, bowing.
"Go with Yao Hong tonight," Dai Huiling instructed from the grass, her voice firm despite her fatigue. "Help him with whatever he needs. That's an order."
Tang Qiang's cheeks flushed, but she nodded obediently. *Help him? What could he possibly need from me at this hour? And why is Madam favoring this roadside giant so much? She's never shared her servants like this.* Her nether regions tingled at the thought, memories of her earlier arousal flooding back.
Yao Hong stood, helping Dai Huiling to her feet before turning to Tang Qiang. "Shall we?" He led her back toward his room, the night air cool against their skin. Tang Qiang followed, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and budding desire. *What kind of 'help' does he mean? Cleaning? Training? Or... something more? Madam looked utterly spent—did he do that to her? My husband would never... no, don't think like that.* Yet her body betrayed her, her underwear growing damp again as she stole glances at his hulking frame.