Lost in the moment, Li Xuan brought the handkerchief to his nose. A uniquely feminine fragrance, fresh and subtle, seeped into his nostrils, invigorating his entire being.
As if bewitched, he covered his face with the handkerchief, inhaling its scent with rapturous fervor. His nostrils flared greedily, desperate to draw the aroma deep into his bones and etch it onto his soul.
Before his eyes, the earlier scene resurfaced: Chu Qingyi staring blankly at his erect member, her clear, luminous eyes seeming to pierce through his clothing, her intense gaze burning into his flesh.
At the memory, his manhood stirred once more, proudly raising its head, though constrained and frustrated within his trousers.
With practiced ease, he freed his cock, exposing it to the air.
It stood robust and formidable, veins bulging along its shaft, crowned by a full, rounded glans that menacingly pointed forward.
Clutching the handkerchief in one hand and gripping his shaft with the other, he began to stroke up and down.
This familiar room, this familiar setting—he had sought release here countless times, always indulging when desire overwhelmed him. In the past, he had fantasized about the courtesans of Cuixian Tower or beautiful women he chanced upon on the streets, but over time, such fantasies had grown stale.
Now, things were different. Spending his days with Chu Qingyi, a fairy who drove countless men wild, his lust had become more frequent and intense. Even a simple gesture from her could make him hard in an instant. The mere thought of her every smile, her slender waist, and full hips would engulf his entire body in flames of desire, leaving him restless and parched with thirst.
This led to an increase in his self-gratification, with layers of dried semen staining the walls, leaving indelible marks. A faint, persistent odor of musk hung in the air, impossible to eradicate.
"Fairy Qingyi... Ah... you'll be the death of me..."
Li Xuan quickened his strokes, his eyes glazed over as he murmured incessantly.
His hand, still tender, gripped his cock tightly. The soft calluses on his palm provided intense friction, stimulating his shaft until it swelled even larger, veins bulging grotesquely. A clear, sticky fluid seeped from the tip, coating his palm and seeping between his fingers, serving as a lubricant for his frantic motions.
The fluid continued to ooze, covering his entire length with a glossy, lewd sheen. As his hand moved faster and faster, wet, squelching sounds filled the room.
"Fairy Qingyi... I love you..."
Li Xuan hunched over, bending forward as far as he could. His hips thrust back and forth in rhythm with his hand, amplifying the stimulation. Waves of intense pleasure surged from between his legs, spreading through his limbs and organs. Overwhelmed, he gasped for breath, his lips parted, panting heavily.
His mind was lost in a fantasy of extreme debauchery. Chu Qingyi lay completely naked on the bed, her index finger beckoning him lightly. Like a ravenous wolf, he pounced forward, kissing her lips, sucking gently on the petal-like softness as his tongue danced skillfully within her mouth, stirring the flames of her desire.
His lips then trailed downward, kissing her slender neck and alluring collarbone before lingering on her breasts. He buried his face deeply in the valley between them, greedily inhaling her intoxicating scent. His right hand freely caressed one peak, his fingers teasing the hardened tip before he pressed his mouth to the left breast, suckling the bud like an infant. His wet tongue roamed eagerly, drawing breathless moans from the beauty beneath him.
After lingering there for a while, he continued downward, his lips gliding over her smooth navel until they reached a mysterious, dark thicket.
A unique, fresh fragrance filled his nostrils, and his eyes gleamed as he buried his face in that wilderness, exploring with his slick tongue.
The tip of his tongue gently parted two mysterious gates, slipping inside to tease a trembling little pearl, circling it again and again.
Once satisfied, he moved further down to a honeyed grotto, from which translucent nectar seeped. As if discovering ambrosia, he greedily drank it all, swallowing every drop.
A fresh, salty sweetness burst on his tongue, and he eagerly plunged his tongue deeper into the honeyed cave, stirring relentlessly.
The woman beneath him trembled uncontrollably, her moans growing more urgent as her juices flowed abundantly, far more than he could swallow, coating his lips and dripping everywhere.
Reluctantly, he withdrew his lips from the thicket and inserted two fingers into the honeyed grotto. After a gentle thrusting, he began to explore, feeling the dense, velvety folds warmly enveloping his digits. When he withdrew them, they were glistening and soaked with her essence.
The woman on the bed, thoroughly aroused by his teasing, gazed at him with intoxicated, peach-blossom eyes. Her tongue provocatively traced her lips, and a delicate blush spread across her cheeks, creating a seductive, sinful allure that even a saint could not resist.
His own member had long been swollen and erect, standing fiercely and impatiently demanding release.
He continued his fantasy, thrusting his hardened length into Chu Qingyi's tight passage. With a wet sound, the broad tip squeezed into the narrow entrance, sending waves of intense pleasure coursing through him. He groaned, driving his hips forward to bury himself completely.
The snug passage enveloped him entirely, its inner folds gripping his shaft as pleasure washed over him like a storm. Driven by primal instinct, he thrust back and forth vigorously, his member sliding in and out of the slick, warm cavern, churning thick, translucent fluids.
"Ah... Fairy Qingyi, I want you... I need you!"
Li Xuan was completely lost in his lascivious fantasy, imagining himself holding the soft, pale buttocks of the Fairy Qingyi, who had haunted his dreams. In his mind, he was thrusting wildly, his thick, powerful member sliding back and forth between her cheeks. Copious fluids streamed down her thighs, soaking the sheets beneath them.
Each time his shaft reached the mysterious core, it sent shudders through the delicate body beneath him. The wet, slapping sounds of their union filled the air, creating an intensely lewd atmosphere.
He quickened the pace of his hand, his engorged member slick with pre-ejaculatory fluid. The frantic friction between his palm and his flesh produced soft, squelching noises.
"Fairy Qingyi... I'm going to come!"
Li Xuan's face flushed crimson as he gasped for air, his thin body arching downward. He accelerated his stroking, and an intense wave of pleasure surged from the tip of his glans. Thick, milky-white fluid erupted, splattering against the earthen wall.
Before one jet had fully subsided, another followed, tracing a perfect arc through the air before hitting the wall.
He ejaculated seven or eight times in total, covering the wall with dense, sticky semen. A pool of milky liquid slowly trickled downward, filling the room with a pungent, musky odor. Having long been accustomed to the smell, Li Xuan found it not unpleasant but rather enjoyable.
He collapsed onto the bed, his purplish glans still twitching. The lingering pleasure spread from his tip throughout his entire body, leaving him tingling and numb.
He felt as if he were floating among the clouds, ecstatic and delirious. His face bore the dazed expression of post-masturbatory bliss.
Placing the handkerchief back over his face, he closed his eyes in rapture, inhaling the enticing scent. He remained immersed in the vivid fantasy he had conjured in his mind.
As dusk deepened, the sky quickly darkened, and the courtyard seemed veiled in a layer of black gauze, serene and tranquil.
Li Xuan had been anxiously watching the eastern wing of the house. When he saw the candlelight flicker on, he sighed in resignation—it seemed Chu Qingyi would not acknowledge him today.
Feeling desolate, he trudged dejectedly into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Even if Chu Qingyi refused to speak to him, he still had to cook for her and deliver the meal. After all, her injuries had not yet healed, and she needed careful attention.
It was dinnertime, and the other residents of Jinling City were also lighting their stoves and beginning to cook. Wisps of milky smoke curled from chimneys, merging with those from all directions and drifting lazily in the mid-air. The entire small town was enveloped in the haze, brimming with the warmth of daily life.
In the kitchen, Li Xuan tied an apron around his waist, his slight figure bustling about. The firewood in the earthen stove crackled vigorously, casting an orange glow on the walls and creating a cozy atmosphere.
Half an hour later, the aroma of food wafted through the small courtyard, tantalizing the senses.
It had to be said that over the years of living alone, aside from farming, Li Xuan's greatest passion was cooking. In his spare time, he would often experiment with new recipes. Simple, humble ingredients transformed under his hands—through boiling, frying, sautéing, and stir-frying—into multiple delicious dishes.
Over the years, his culinary skills had reached a level of mastery, rivaling even those of chefs in renowned restaurants.
After a flurry of activity, he arranged all the prepared dishes on the dining table in the main room. As he looked at the four dishes and one soup before him, he felt something was missing.
After a moment of thought, he washed the wild fruits he had gathered that day, cut them into small pieces, and arranged them on a plate. Only then did he nod with satisfaction.
Once everything was settled, his expression suddenly turned troubled. He began to fret over how to approach Chu Qingyi with the meal. Was she still angry?
Just as he was scratching his head in frustration, footsteps echoed in the courtyard.
Chu Qingyi walked into the room with an impassive face, as if nothing had happened, and took her usual seat. Silently, she picked up her bowl and began to eat slowly.
Beside her, Li Xuan's heart leaped with joy. He hurriedly picked up his own bowl and chopsticks, shoveling rice into his mouth while secretly observing Chu Qingyi's expression.
Noticing that although she still wore a frosty demeanor, there was no trace of anger in her expression, his anxious heart finally relaxed.
"Mother, have more meat. It's good for your injury," Li Xuan said ingratiatingly, pushing the plate full of chicken legs toward her.
Chu Qingyi paid no attention to his gesture, not even bothering to lift her eyelids. She continued to pick at the vegetables, showing no interest in the chicken legs.
In truth, she still harbored resentment over what had happened that afternoon and was unsure how to face Li Xuan. After wrestling with her emotions, she had decided to shut herself in her room and retire early.
But as evening fell, the aroma of the meal drifted into her room, lingering at the tip of her nose. Her stomach, as if in response, immediately betrayed her with an embarrassing growl, protesting loudly.
Biting her lip in frustration, Chu Qingyi reasoned that it wasn't her fault to begin with. Why should she hesitate?
So, lifting her delicate feet, she walked into the main room with an air of nonchalance and sat down to eat as if no one else were present.
The two ate in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
After finishing dinner, Chu Qingyi turned and returned to her room, leaving Li Xuan alone to clear the table. He silently watched her retreating figure.
At any rate, the matter had finally passed.
He breathed a quiet sigh of relief and hummed an unknown tune as he washed the dishes.
Once everything was tidied up, he noticed that the candlelight in the east chamber had not yet gone out. Seizing the opportunity, he decided to strike while the iron was hot and brought hot water for Chu Qingyi to wash her feet.
The door and window of the east chamber, which Li Xuan had damaged earlier, had already been repaired. He worried that if his adoptive father, Li Ye, were to return suddenly and see the damage, he might assume there was discord between him and Chu Qingyi. In that case, no amount of explanation would suffice.
Moreover, given Li Ye's temperament—torn between his son and his beloved wife—he would likely be caught in a dilemma. He might even take Chu Qingyi and leave the household, and Li Xuan would never see his cherished Qingyi again. That was the last thing he wanted.
So, before dinner, he had already fixed the door and window. Fortunately, Chu Qingyi had not driven him away at the time, merely treating him as if he were air while she focused on reading ancient texts. Otherwise, Li Xuan would have had nowhere to vent his frustration.
"Mother, I've prepared hot water for you to wash your feet. Please soak them while it's still warm."
The door of the east chamber creaked loudly as Li Xuan tremblingly carried the basin of water to Chu Qingyi's side.
Chu Qingyi's first instinct was to refuse outright, but when she saw the hopeful look in Li Xuan's eyes and his hunched posture as he held the basin of water, her heart softened, and she eventually nodded in agreement.
Overjoyed, Li Xuan quickly set the basin down and moved to help her remove her shoes and socks.
"What are you doing?" Chu Qingyi frowned slightly, turning her body away to avoid his touch.
Sensing her resistance, Li Xuan assumed she was still angry about the incident that afternoon. His smile froze, and his expression turned awkward.
"Mother, what happened this afternoon was my fault. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have behaved like that in front of you..." He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse, fidgeting like a child who had done something wrong.
"Get out." Chu Qingyi had intended to bury the matter and never speak of it again. She never expected Li Xuan would dare bring it up in front of her. Overwhelmed with shame and anger, she cut him off before he could finish.
"Mother, I truly didn't mean it! It's just that I've never seen a fairy as beautiful as you. I lost my senses for a moment and revealed such an ugly side of myself. Please forgive me this once, I promise it will never happen again!" Tears welled in Li Xuan's eyes as he spoke urgently, his voice choked with sobs. He collapsed to the floor, struggling to crawl forward, his hands reaching out to grasp the hem of Chu Qingyi's robe, pleading for forgiveness.
"Get out." The icy words left Chu Qingyi's lips without a trace of emotion. In that moment, she was as cold as frost, like a machine devoid of any feelings. She leaned away, avoiding Li Xuan's approaching hands.
Those two words felt like a sharp knife twisting and cutting into Li Xuan's heart. The pain clenched his chest so tightly it felt as if his heart were being wrung out. He felt as though he had fallen into an icy abyss, tears the size of beans rolling down his cheeks, his face contorted in agony.
The thought that he might never be able to get close to Chu Qingyi again was suffocating, like a knife stabbing into his heart. No—he absolutely could not allow that to happen!
"Mother, please listen to me. Even if you won't do it for my sake, think of Father. If he senses there's conflict between us, how could he set his mind at ease to go out and hunt demons? He might even become troubled and depressed, stagnating on his path of cultivation. How could you bear to see him like that? Besides... besides, I truly know I was wrong. I would never dare do it again..." Li Xuan clung to the mention of his adoptive father as if it were a lifeline—the only strategy he could think of. If Chu Qingyi remained unmoved, their relationship would likely end right there.
His face streaked with tears, he sat slumped on the floor like a pitiful toad, looking utterly wretched.
At the mention of Li Ye, Chu Qingyi's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her expression softened a little.
Just as Li Xuan had said, the tension between them could easily be detected by the observant Li Ye. If that happened, he would be caught in the middle, his mind filled with trivial worries, leaving him no heart for training.
Just as his cultivation was showing progress, this incident could set him back, delaying their return to the Heavenly Master Manor even further.
Through the hazy steam, Li Xuan noticed her attitude softening. He crawled toward her, his grimy hand clutching the hem of her dress, and pressed his advantage with a pitiful, tearful plea: "Mother, I know you're understanding. Please, for Father's sake, just let this afternoon's matter pass like wind. Or... or just treat me as worthless—don't bother holding a grudge against something so insignificant..."
Chu Qingyi glanced at the small, grubby hand staining her pristine dress, feeling a surge of irritation. She subtly turned her body away and replied indifferently, "Fine."
That single word sounded like a heavenly melody to Li Xuan. Rubbing his eyes in disbelief, he broke into a radiant smile upon realizing it was real. He wiped his face hastily with his sleeve, smearing tears and snot across the fabric.
"I'll wash your feet, wash your feet—let me make it up to you as your son," Li Xuan offered cautiously, afraid of misspeaking and upsetting her again.
Though reluctant, Chu Qingyi nodded in agreement at his words.