Chu Qingyi, pure and innocent as a blank sheet of paper, couldn't bear to see him in such a pitiful state. Her heart softened, and she finally overcame her hesitation. However, she still couldn't bring herself to make direct skin contact with Li Xuan. The furthest she could go was to wrap her small hand in her sleeve and slowly reach toward his penis.
The sensation of something as hard as an iron rod transmitted through her fingertips, the scorching heat piercing through her clothing straight to her fingers. As the saying goes, the fingers are connected to the heart, and this ignited a fiery warmth within her, spreading an unusual, restless emotion.
Ripples of sensation stirred in her heart, a tingling numbness spreading throughout her body, especially in her lower region, where her honeyed passage was quietly seeping with moisture.
'Ah...'
The moment her delicate fingers touched the glans, an electrifying current surged through Li Xuan's heart, a pleasure like soaring into the clouds sweeping through him like a tornado. His glans trembled violently, and he instantly lost control, a large amount of semen gushing forth, all of it splattering onto Chu Qingyi's flawless face.
'Ah... son feels so good...' Lewd moans escaped Li Xuan's throat. His hips instinctively thrust forward, and as his penis twitched, the remaining semen sprayed, all of it landing on the dress of the person before him.
In the brief moment Chu Qingyi stood stunned, her entire body was drenched as if washed by the semen, the unpleasant, pungent smell enveloping her like a cage.
Her stomach churned violently. Though it was only the second time she had personally encountered the sharp odor of semen, she still struggled to suppress the urge to vomit.
She silently recited an incantation, using her immortal arts to cleanse the filth from her body.
Before she could regain her composure, Li Xuan forcibly grabbed her hand and placed it on his penis, now covered in white, turbid fluid.
'You...' Chu Qingyi's delicate brows furrowed, and displeasure appeared on her small face.
'Son is truly in unbearable agony, Mother. You saw it yourself—only your touch can ease the pain.' Li Xuan once again put on a pitiful act, taking advantage of her innocent and naive nature, lying without a hint of shame.
Her small hand, placed on his penis through the fabric, was soft and boneless, sending shivers of intense pleasure through Li Xuan. His already spent penis stiffened once more, standing proudly like a fierce beast.
Though reluctant in her heart, for some reason, Chu Qingyi couldn't bring herself to refuse his request. She could only watch helplessly as her small hand once again covered that penis.
The slippery, wet sensation in her underwear made her entire body uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but squirm her delicate frame restlessly."
Her alluring figure, subtly revealed by the contours of her dress, carried an added layer of mysterious and hazy beauty. Li Xuan wished he had X-ray vision to take in every detail of her delicate form.
Yet, the fact that the ethereal Qingyi, whom he had long dreamed of, was now caressing his manhood with her own hands filled him with immense satisfaction. After all, even those lofty immortals from the outside world had never so much as touched the tip of her toes.
"Mother, have you never seen a man's member before? How does mine feel? Is it hard?" Knowing that the barrier between them had already been broken, Li Xuan held nothing back, his words crude and explicit.
The vulgar language instinctively repulsed Chu Qingyi, yet it also stirred a strange thrill within her. The masculine scent of his arousal and his brazen teasing stimulated her nerves and stirred her emotions.
An unnamed fire of desire ignited in her lower abdomen, spreading through her like a swarm of locusts, causing tremors to ripple through her body. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and beneath her fluttering lashes, her eyes shimmered with a burning intensity.
Though she remained silent, her expression was filled with springtime longing, her gaze lingering on Li Xuan's manhood. This delighted him beyond measure, as if her gaze were a life-giving rain shower upon his parched earth, causing plants to sway and greenery to flourish.
"Mother, dear mother, let your son cherish you from now on, won't you?" Li Xuan leaned his head back, eyes closed, savoring the pleasure radiating from his throbbing member.
He instinctively thrust his hips, causing his shaft to rub repeatedly against Chu Qingyi's soft, pale hand.
"Ah!"
Chu Qingyi couldn't suppress a delicate cry. The burning heat of his manhood pulsed against her palm, as if striking directly at her heart, leaving her mind blank. Her consciousness seemed to drift into an unexplored realm, where shyness, panic, and ecstasy intertwined, creating a dizzying hum in her mind.
As the rhythm of his thrusts against her palm quickened, she felt as though she were spiraling into a daze, with only waves of pleasure washing over her. A tingling sensation spread from her lower body, her secret garden already moist, a dampness seeping through her undergarments that made her blush with shame.
"Ah... Mother... you're making your son feel so good..." Li Xuan panted heavily, his eyes clouded with lust.
In his heart, Chu Qingyi was irreplaceable—mysterious and distant like a noble celestial maiden, so divine that a mere glance would make one feel unworthy and dare not defile her. Her voice was like the highest celestial music, clear and ethereal, enough to make anyone fortunate enough to hear it feel bathed in warm sunlight.
Now, his dream goddess was being defiled by his manhood, even moaning involuntarily. Her already enchanting voice sounded even more soul-stirring and seductive to his ears, causing his member to swell suddenly, hardening like an iron rod.
"Mother... your son... wants to enter you!" Li Xuan's face flushed deeply as he cried out unrestrainedly, thrusting his hips with fervor. His thick, rigid shaft rubbed vigorously against her soft palm, the head of his member pressing firmly against her smooth wrist through her sleeve, sending waves of pleasure from its tip.
"Ah!"
Chu Qingyi's face was flushed, her beautiful eyes filled with intense desire. Her delicate body trembled with numbness and weakness, relying on her last shred of rationality to keep herself from collapsing.
Her undergarments were thoroughly soaked, and honeyed fluids continued to seep from her intimate folds. A faint, sweet fragrance gradually emanated from her lower body, overpowering even the pungent scent in the air.
Transparent fluid dripped from the tip of his member, lubricating the entire shaft with each thrust and easing the friction against his palm.
Chu Qingyi's sleeve grew slick and wet. Every time the swollen head brushed against her wrist, it left behind glistening, translucent strands, creating an intensely lewd scene.
"My son… your big cock… feels so good!" His member swelled to its limit, the tip tingling with pleasure as Li Xuan teetered on the edge of release. Consumed by lust, he grabbed the delicate hand resting lightly on his shaft and tightened her grip, molding her slender fingers into a snug cylinder around his throbbing length.
"Ah!" Chu Qingyi gasped. Though separated by fabric, the scorching heat from his shaft seared her palm, sending waves of desire straight to her core. Already aflame, her arousal surged to new heights. Her head tilted back as waves of pleasure coursed through her, causing her body to tremble. Honeyed fluids gushed from her depths, trickling down her inner thighs and dampening the curves of her buttocks.
This was the first time she had held Li Xuan's shaft fully in her grasp. The sensation—hard, thick, and warm—gave her a completely new understanding of a man's body. The door to forbidden desires swung open within her, and the ecstasy of lust offered an experience unlike any she had known before.
"Qing… Mother… your little hand… gripping me… feels so good… I'm going to… I'm going to cum!" The thrill of their intimate contact, both psychological and physical, overwhelmed Li Xuan. He felt as though he were soaring through the heavens, yet even that paled in comparison to the ecstasy of this moment.
His shaft swelled once more, the tip rounding like a duck's egg. He thrust wildly into her delicate, pliant hand as if it were her honeyed entrance. When the head reached her wrist for the final time, an explosive wave of pleasure overtook him. His member pulsed uncontrollably, and thick streams of semen erupted, splattering across the fine silk of her sleeve.
Not all of the viscous release had spilled out. Li Xuan angled his shaft abruptly, redirecting the spurting semen straight onto Chu Qingyi's flushed face.
Strands of her hair, her cheeks, earlobes, and neck—all were drenched in the hot, sticky fluid. It trickled slowly along the graceful curves of her body, leaving traces everywhere it touched.
The exquisite gown, embroidered with fine silk, was instantly sullied. Thin, glistening strands of fluid clung to the delicate threads, seeping slowly into the fabric's inner layers.
"Mmm…"
The moment the warm semen splashed across her skin, the scorching heat and the debauched scene pushed Chu Qingyi's already heightened arousal to its peak. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she let out a soft, involuntary moan. Her beautiful eyes squeezed shut, long lashes fluttering faintly. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Her expression hovered between anguish and bliss, a mix of conflicting sensations.
The heavy, musky scent enveloped her like a cage, yet this time, she found it far from repulsive. Instead, the lewd aroma carried her to new heights of ecstasy. She felt as though she were submerged in a vast ocean, waves of euphoria washing over every inch of her body.
The lingering pleasure from their intimate union had yet to fully subside, casting a delicate blush over her soft form beneath the silken garments. Especially in that mysterious triangular region, the sensitive labia were slightly swollen, tender and pink as if glistening with dew. Neat, delicate pubic hair was adorned with translucent strands, while the untouched, tightly nestled honeyed passage overflowed with nectar, releasing a rich, intoxicating fragrance of maidenhood.
Who could have imagined that the aloof and elegant Fairy Qingyi, revered by others, would be so shamelessly defiled by a youth? Her entire body was stained with his seed, her hair tangled and matted with thick, white streams. Her delicate face was almost completely covered in semen, flushed with the rosy hues of passion, and even her eyelashes were dotted with pearly drops that stretched into fine threads with every blink.
The lewd scene stirred the most primal desires within her, and only the noble aura she exuded faintly hinted that this was the same Fairy Qingyi who seemed untouched by worldly desires.
"Mother, you... you smell so good!" Li Xuan, now regaining his senses, sniffed shamelessly as he leaned closer to Chu Qingyi, greedily inhaling her scent like a mangy dog.
The air was thick with the mingling of a fishy stench and a fragrant aroma, the two scents clashing, yet somehow the fragrance seemed to prevail.
As the waves of pleasure receded and her passion-clouded mind began to clear, Chu Qingyi took in the debauched scene before her—especially the sight of her own hand tightly gripped by Li Xuan, holding his erect member. Shame, anger, and panic washed over her, and she hastily withdrew her small hand, pulling away from that filthy rod.
Deprived of support, the member began to soften, drooping weakly between Li Xuan's legs like an ugly, limp worm. A sense of loss crept from his groin into his heart as he gazed at the small hand that had just brought him such ecstasy, his expression full of melancholy. Her hand could only hang awkwardly in mid-air.
"From now on, this must not happen again." She took out a handkerchief and wiped her soiled right hand, her eyes icy cold. Her delicate lips parted as she spoke with calm, measured words, all traces of her earlier passion completely vanished.
"Qing... Mother, I was just momentarily overcome. Please don't take it to heart." Li Xuan scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly. Deep down, he knew very well that although Chu Qingyi spoke this way, he had witnessed all her wanton expressions moments before. The body's instinctive reactions could not lie. As long as he remained thick-skinned, one day he would surely make this enchanting yet frosty Fairy Qingyi his own.
As for the consequences if his adoptive father, Li Ye, were to find out, he had already cast such thoughts to the wind. If he could revel in pleasure with Chu Qingyi day after day, he cared not for anything else in the world.
"Hmm." Chu Qingyi nodded lightly, her expression betraying no emotion.
With a wave of her sleeve, she generously employed her mystical arts, cleansing all the filth from Li Xuan's body and even changing him into a fresh set of clothes.
Gone were the coarse, hemp garments he had worn before, replaced by an exquisite robe of fine silk. The dark blue attire was modest in both color and style, but upon closer inspection, one could discern subtle silver threads embroidered throughout, faintly shimmering with a subdued luster. The fabric alone spoke of its considerable worth.
As the saying goes, fine feathers make fine birds. The once slovenly Li Xuan was instantly transformed, his new outfit making him indistinguishable from a young master of a wealthy family.
His features even seemed handsomer, and his demeanor had undergone a dramatic change. The lecherous air about him had completely vanished; adorned in such splendid robes, he now exuded an imposing nobility, as if a sparrow had turned into a phoenix—utterly reborn.
Marveling at his new attire, his heart swelled with joy. He never expected Qingyi to be so tender toward him, secretly purchasing such luxurious clothing just for him.
"Mother, your lack of disdain for me is already the greatest kindness I could ask for. And now you've even bought me such expensive clothes—how can I ever repay you? Mother, I'm truly overwhelmed!" Li Xuan was on the verge of tears, his emotions surging. The celestial mother had actually purchased new garments for him. In his past life of loneliness and hardship, he could only envy others. Now, he finally experienced this joy, and he was so moved that he wished he could announce to the world that he, too, was someone cherished.
"Li Ye asked me to give this to you," Chu Qingyi said with a cool expression, her tone casual and detached.
"Ah..." A flicker of embarrassment crossed Li Xuan's face, but he still replied with fervor, "It doesn't matter which of you gave it—it's all the same. I'm still overjoyed!"
"Go back now." Her words were brief but carried an undeniable tone of command. Chu Qingyi leaned against the headboard, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, exuding a captivating aura of drowsiness.
Though Li Xuan had hoped to linger a little longer, he sensed the firmness in her tone and reluctantly stepped out of the room, glancing back repeatedly at her graceful figure as he left.
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