Word of Zhang Wu's rapid progress spread like wildfire through the Hehuan Sect's gossip vines. By evening, a junior disciple delivered a jade slip: a personal summons from Sect Master Lan Yu. His stomach twisted with anticipation—and dread. The master was a legend, a Golden Core powerhouse in her fifties, renowned for her unparalleled beauty and unyielding dominance in dual cultivation arts.
The summons led him to the central palace, a opulent structure of jade and gold, guarded by elite disciples. Inside, incense smoke curled lazily, and there she was: Lan Yu, reclining on a silk-draped throne. Her figure was a masterpiece—voluminous black hair cascading like a waterfall, skin pale as moonlight, curves that strained her regal gown. Her ass, as the rumors promised, was a killer: round, plush, barely contained by the fabric.
"Approach, new disciple," she commanded, voice resonant with authority. As he knelt, her eyes appraised him, lingering on his form. The system's ping was immediate.
[Elite Target: Sect Master Lan Yu. Desire Level: 50% (System Override Engaged). Reward Potential: 200+ Points. Caution: High-Risk Engagement.]
"Your qi breakthrough is impressive," she said, rising to circle him. Her hand trailed his shoulder, sending jolts through his body. "But raw power needs tempering. Demonstrate your control."
She shed her outer gown, revealing lingerie-like undergarments that left little to imagination—lace cupping her heavy breasts, garters framing her thick thighs. Pushing him onto a cushioned mat, she straddled his face. "Worship properly."
Her pussy hovered above him, scent intoxicating. He grabbed her ass, pulling her down, tongue delving into her folds. She was drenched, clit throbbing under his licks. Lan Yu ground against his mouth, moaning deeply, juices coating his chin. "Deeper, boy. Earn your place."
Satisfied, she shifted, impaling herself on his cock in reverse. Her ass cheeks clapped against his thighs as she rode him hard, pussy gripping like velvet iron. He slapped her flesh, watching it ripple, fingers teasing her back entrance.
"Yes! Claim it all!" she growled, pace frantic. He flipped her onto all fours, pounding her from behind, balls slapping her clit. Her orgasm hit like a storm, walls milking him dry as he unloaded deep inside.
[Ding! Major Reward: 250 Points. Progress: Qi Condensation Layer 2 (150/300). Elite Boon: Technique Unlocked - Desire Flame Palm.]
Lan Yu rose, composed as ever, a trickle of cum down her leg. "You've potential, Zhang Wu. Serve well, and you'll rise. Dismissed."
Exiting, he felt the qi burn brighter. But the system whispered: [Group Event Detected: Elder Gathering Tomorrow. Prepare for Multi-Target.]
The temptations multiplied.