Dai Xiu remained slumped against Yao Hong's chest for a few moments, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, his cum warm and sticky inside her. She lifted her head, her dark eyes hazy with satisfaction as she met his gaze. "Your... answers were sufficient," she murmured, her voice breathy and unconvincing even to herself. *He's no spy—that much is clear. But gods, that cock... I can't think straight. I should end this now, but my body's still craving.* With a flick of her wrist, she channeled a sliver of qi into the enchanted ropes, unbinding them. They slithered away like living serpents, retracting into her spatial ring.
Yao Hong flexed his wrists, a grin spreading across his bearded face as he sat up. *Free at last. That was hot, but now it's my turn to lead.* Without a word, he scooped her petite frame into his massive arms, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing. Dai Xiu yelped in surprise, her slender legs dangling in the air, her feet nowhere near the floor due to the vast difference in their heights—his seven-foot-five stature towering over her barely five-foot form. He spun her around mid-air, positioning her back against his chest, her ass pressing against his still-hard cock.
*He's manhandling me like a doll,* she thought, a thrill of excitement mixing with a hint of vulnerability. *No one's ever lifted me like this—those sect boys are too weak, too proper. But him... it's exhilarating, being suspended, helpless yet wanting.*
Yao Hong gripped her thighs firmly, spreading them as he guided his thick shaft to her dripping entrance. With a powerful thrust, he impaled her from behind, her body jolting as he filled her completely. She dangled in his hold, her feet kicking uselessly in the air, her hands clutching at his forearms for support. He began to fuck her relentlessly, bouncing her up and down on his cock like a ragdoll, the wet slaps of their bodies echoing in the room. Dai Xiu's moans turned to cries, her perky breasts bouncing wildly with each upward slam.
*Holy shit, she's so light—fucking her mid-air like this is insane,* Yao Hong thought, his muscles barely straining as he pistoned into her tight heat. *Her pussy's gripping me perfectly, dangling there, taking every inch. This world's perks keep getting better.*
Dai Xiu's head lolled back against his shoulder, her ponytail whipping as pleasure overwhelmed her. *Dangling... getting pounded like this—it's tearing me apart again, that huge cock stretching me wide. Sister never mentioned anything like this; I'm flying, literally, on his beast of a dick.* Her orgasm built quickly, but Yao Hong reached his peak first, growling deeply as he thrust upward one final time, burying himself to the hilt and unleashing thick ropes of cum deep inside her, flooding her womb once more.
He set her down gently on wobbly legs, but Dai Xiu wasn't done. Dropping to her knees before him, she eyed his glistening cock, still semi-hard and coated in their mixed fluids. "Teach me," she whispered, her virgin curiosity piqued. *I've heard whispers in the clan about pleasing men, but with him... I want to learn properly.*
Yao Hong chuckled, threading his fingers through her hair. "Alright, little miss. Start slow—lick the tip, swirl your tongue around it." He guided her gently, his voice low and instructive. Dai Xiu followed, her soft lips parting to take the head into her mouth, her tongue tentatively exploring. "Good—now suck a bit, hollow your cheeks. Take more if you can." She bobbed her head, gagging slightly on his girth but eager to please, her hands stroking the base as she slurped noisily. *She's a quick learner,* he thought, groaning. *Innocent mouth on my cock—feels amazing after that fuck.*
After a few minutes of her enthusiastic efforts, bringing him to the edge again, Yao Hong pulled back. "That's enough for now. You should leave—don't want to raise suspicions on my first day."
Dai Xiu shook her head stubbornly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes gleaming with defiance. "No. We're not finished." *Leave? After tasting this? I need more—hours more. My body's on fire for him.*
Relenting with a smirk, Yao Hong pulled her back into his arms, and they dove into another marathon of passion. For the next three hours, the room echoed with their fervor—he took her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist; on the bed in missionary, her small body pinned beneath his bulk; from behind on all fours, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded relentlessly. She rode him again, her questions forgotten in favor of moans, orgasms crashing over her multiple times as he filled her repeatedly. *This brute's stamina is endless,* she thought amid the haze. *I'm addicted already.* Yao Hong's mind raced similarly: *Three more hours? This girl's insatiable—loving every second in this new world.*
Finally, as the sun dipped lower, Dai Xiu emerged from the room, her red training robe hastily retied, her ponytail disheveled. Her gait was noticeably altered—a slight waddle, her thighs clenched to contain the overflow of his cum, her cheeks flushed and knees weak from the exertion.
Tang You, who had been waiting patiently nearby, raised an eyebrow at her appearance. "Miss Xiu, you've been in there far longer than expected. Did the brute trouble you? Shall I report him?"
Dai Xiu waved him off with a composed smile, though her voice carried a husky edge. "No need to worry, Uncle Tang. Everything's fine. You can go now—but I'll need to come here daily to... interrogate him further. Thoroughly."
Tang You blinked in confusion, scratching his head. *Daily interrogations? For a roadside mortal? Miss Xiu's vigilance is admirable, but this seems excessive. Still, it's not my place to question the Patriarch's daughters.* Without further inquiry, he bowed and walked away, leaving her to her secrets.
The next morning, Dai Xiu slipped away from Yao Hong's quarters, her body still tingling from their intense encounters. She returned to her own residence within the Dai Clan compound, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. *That brute... he's awakened something in me I can't ignore,* she thought, her cheeks flushing as she recalled the way his massive cock had stretched her virgin pussy. *I told Tang You I'd interrogate him daily, and I meant it. But is it duty or desire driving me?*
Meanwhile, Yao Hong locked the door to his new room, the faint scent of Dai Xiu's perfume lingering in the air. He sat cross-legged on the cultivation mat, the two ancient manuals—the Fiery Breath Technique and the Flame Splitting Sword Technique—laid out before him. *Time to see what this cultivator stuff is all about,* he thought, running his fingers over the scrolls' intricate flame-patterned covers. *If this world's like my novels, these should make me a badass.*
He opened the Fiery Breath Technique first, its pages glowing faintly with qi-infused ink. As he read, his eyes widened in astonishment—his mind absorbed the complex text with uncanny clarity, every word imprinting itself perfectly in his memory. *What the hell? I've got a photographic memory now? Transmigration perks are no joke.* The manual detailed the cultivation realms of this world: Body Refining, Spirit Refinement, Core Formation, Soul Refining, and finally, the King Realm. Each realm was divided into nine stages, from one to nine, with detailed explanations of how cultivators refined their bodies, spirits, cores, and souls to ascend through these levels.
*Body Refining's first, huh? Makes sense—build the foundation, toughen the body. Wonder where the Dai sisters stand. Huiling's gotta be high up—maybe Core Formation or Soul Refining? Xiu's younger, so probably lower, but still strong.* He set the thought aside and began practicing the Fiery Breath Technique, following its instructions to circulate his breath in specific patterns, drawing ambient qi into his meridians. The air around him warmed slightly, a faint ember-like glow pulsing in his chest.
After only a short session, Yao Hong opened his eyes, his breath catching. A surge of energy coursed through him, his muscles humming with newfound power. He focused inward, sensing his cultivation level with surprising clarity. *No way... I'm already at Body Refining, Stage Seven?* He flexed his arm, feeling an unnatural strength coursing through his veins, far beyond his already-impressive mortal physique. *How'd I jump so high so fast? I was a regular dude yesterday.*
His mind raced, connecting the dots to the novels he'd read back on Earth. *Dual cultivation. That's gotta be it. Fucking Huiling and Xiu—two powerful cultivators—must've transferred some of their qi to me during sex. Those novels always talked about dual cultivation boosting progress, especially with high-level partners. Holy shit, I hit the jackpot.* He grinned, his thoughts drifting to the marathon sessions with the Dai sisters. *Ten hours with Huiling, three with Xiu, and all that cum inside them... no wonder I'm at Stage Seven already.*
Eager to test his limits, he considered the Flame Splitting Sword Technique but decided to focus on stabilizing his newfound cultivation first. *If dual cultivation got me this far, what happens if I keep going with them?* he mused, his cock stirring at the thought. *And if I master these techniques, I might catch up to those sisters—or even surpass them.*
He resumed the Fiery Breath Technique, the room growing warmer as his qi circulation deepened, unaware that his rapid progress would soon draw more attention within the Dai Clan—and that Dai Xiu's "daily interrogations" would only fuel his ascent further.