Laying there in the darkness, Bubai felt the surge of invigorating, adrenaline-like power washing his veins and his pupils glowed green at the scent of forbidden fruit.
His palms caressed those slim, tattooed thighs parted like the wings of a butterfly, fully giving him a glorious view to what was happening.
A lean, all-natural beauty staging an epic performance of real-life bouncing simulator.
Ahem. Ahem. But of course, there's naturally nothing unsuitable for young audiences here.
Merely a raven cultivating the art of oneness with nature. Really!
Pak. Pak! Pak…
What was that sound?
Cough. Cough. That was just the melody of industrialization happening in the foreground.
What industrialization? Cars.
Yep, as a real man, cars were like beauties in his eyes. He can't get enough of em!
Even though he could be deemed an old driver by now, he always enjoys… test-driving these new cars.
And he gotta admit: this particular model was definitely a blood-pumping ride.
It was only yesterday he took this sleek ride for her maiden voyage, but by today...
She already shifted gears to take his shape and... man oh man, it felt amazing!
This made it really, really hard to not slam down on the accelerator to race towards the finish line!
The race course's tight walls that kept rubbing and rubbing against him didn't help either, not at all...
Even if a law enforcer wanted to pull him over now, he can only say: sorry officer, he's already speeding… can't stop now!
"Huff... Yaya, I..."
Pak! Pak! Pak—Bounce once, bounce twice, and third time's the charm...
Less than a million words that were unsuitable for children got omitted!
Everybody, please applaud for the author-san's upright behavior of keeping the full version behind a pay wall!
Pak! Pak! Pak! Yes! Keep clapping!
Oh Merlin's thundering beard! The sound of clapping was so hard and fierce!
There should be no audience in this shadow realm, so…
Was this the applause coming from the ghost lurking beyond the fourth wall?
Were they enjoying this? Who knows.
Bubai only knew he was certainly enjoying this!
Drop after drop of green essence dew were refreshing his mind like cool spring rain, yet those orbs of ecstasy were still getting filled by his ever-swelling ego.
Ah, dear Merlin above, he was really sinking deeper and deeper into this crooked dual cultivation path, but… he really can't help it.
What can he say?
He understood why those adventurers and mercenaries in stories do what they do.
Because after a stressful fight, it felt good to vent like this.
Perhaps if his former self were here, he would berate himself for losing himself in pleasure when danger still loomed like a guillotine.
Even his peanut gallery readers might call him a fool for thinking with his lower half instead of his brain.
Well. Think about it this way.
Nobody ever truly knows if the next fight will be their last. Best to enjoy it while you can.
Besides, this sort of event was kinda one of those prefight rituals – a sacred, traditional ceremony that has earned a permanent spot in this dual cultivation sect's book of unspoken rules.
Those who forgo the harmony of yin and yang don't get blessed by the sun. Or so they say.
Who knows if these superstitious nonsense was true or not?
But it never hurts to blend in with the herd. Monkey see, monkey do.
Pak. Pak! Pak…
That lewd repetitive sound… he heard it so much that it could almost fill an entire chapter or two on its own.
Bubai could almost hear the evil cackles of an unscrupulous author from an unknown universe who wants to do just that for the extra word count.
Can't blame the guy. Hard life, ain't that right? Filling word count is hard, just like filling her- ahem!
No, that's not hard at all! Really!
He just need to stop caring and pump harder!
"Un? Unn?!" Wu Ya bit down hard on her lips, as if trying to stop herself from shaming herself further.
But those chestnut eyes of hers… they were calm like a still pool, studying his every reaction like she was the one in control.
Bubai pretended to not notice and drowned himself in his own lust, all to give her the reaction she wanted.
"Ugh! Take it, my little raven… take it all!"
Those sharp and guarded eyes of hers widened like saucers and she gasped like she was on her last leg.
Ah, such a good little actress. He almost wanted to clap harder for her cute performance.
Honestly, will any foundation-realm cultivator show exhaustion so easily? Yea... just keep pretending. Two can play that game.
After pumping what needs to be pumped, Bubai flopped back down onto the stone bed to admire the pretty ghost he ravaged.
What a beauty.
In this era where long hair is mainstream, it's rare to see a woman with that short stylish hair style.
Those swishy, sideswept curtain bangs of hers really gave her the modern 'cool girl' vibe and those ghostly, ink-black tattoos of hers really highlighted the lean curves of her fair-skinned figure.
Seriously, with those looks, she can probably pass for the type that model agencies headhunted schools for. But now?
This idol on paper had been ravaged into a crawling mess at his feet. What a wonderful feeling.
Best part? They're not done.
The darkness in Bubai's eyes intensified. "Don't just lay there. Get over here. You know what to do."
That cold command earned him a sullen look that could chill marrow, but in a heartbeat, the ghost wiped all emotions from her face.
Wearing that blank porcelain mask, she obediently crawled up and... buried her face where it belongs.
Her eyes smudged with the smoky haze of submission shot him an upturned glance, then a warm tongue slowly worked its way upwards...