The woodcutter dared not think any further; he grasped his penis and aimed it at her vulva
Then--
He thrust it in hard!
"Pfft!"
"Ahhh Damn! It's even tighter than last night!"
The woodcutter let out a low growl.
Her vagina was insanely tight, its walls of flesh enveloping his penis, and...
The temperature has really risen!
Although it was still much lower than normal, it was no longer that bone-chilling cold, but rather carried a... slight warmth?
"Damn... this feeling..."
The woodcutter began thrusting..
"Slap, slap, slap"
The sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the ice cellar.
He thrust his hips wildly, each time pulling his penis almost completely out before plunging it in deeply, the head of his penis repeatedly slamming against her cervix..
"Thump, thump, thump"
And her vagina...
It's actually starting to contract on its own!
Although the rhythm was slow and the force was weak, it was indeed contracting, wriggling, and sucking on his penis!
"Ha...ha...you little slut...you're starting to get the hang of it..."
The woodcutter sped up, and the entire stone bed creaked and groaned under his movements.
He thrust in and out while staring down at her face..
Her expression remained calm, but...
His lips seemed to be slightly parted?
The tip of the tongue seems to be peeking out a little?
"Damn...say it again...say it now..."
The woodcutter bent down and whispered in her ear..
Call me Master...call me...
"Hmm..." ❤️❤️
A very faint breath escaped from her throat.
Although it wasn't a real cry, it was enough to excite the woodcutter to the extreme!
"Ahhh—I'm going to cum! Eat it all!" 🥵🥵
The woodcutter thrust his penis deep inside..
"Puff puff puff puff—!"
The scalding hot semen violently gushed into her uterus once again! ❤️❤️❤️
This time, he shot more, harder, and deeper....
It felt as if it wanted to completely fill and burst her uterus! 🥵💦
"Ha ha..."
The woodcutter lay limply on top of her, his penis still inside her, throbbing and ejaculating the remaining semen.
a long time--
He looked up and stared at her face—
Her lips were still slightly parted, the tip of her tongue barely visible...
She seemed to be waiting for his kiss.
As if possessed, the woodcutter lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Cool, soft, and with a subtle sweetness...
He stuck out his tongue, pried open her teeth, and probed into her mouth..
Then--
He felt...
Her tongue...
Words of Provocation: The Echo of the Dead
The woodcutter's lips were still on Ye Guyun's lips, his tongue probing deep into her mouth.
The sensation of that instant her tongue moving slightly made him tremble with excitement.
He released her lips and stared at her face.
She kept her eyes closed, her expression calm, as if nothing had happened. But the woodcutter knew it wasn't an illusion.
"Can you...hear me?"
The woodcutter leaned close to her ear and whispered a question.
silence...
The only sound was the rushing of the cold spring water in the ice cellar.
The woodcutter didn't give up; he reached out and pinched her nipple, twisting it hard
"Hmm..." ❤️
A very faint gasp escaped from her throat!
The woodcutter's eyes lit up, and he continued, "If you can hear me, call out again."
He increased the force, twisting her nipples until they were deformed...
"Um..." ❤️
Another sound!
It was still very light, but a little clearer than before!
"Damn...it really is reacting..."
The woodcutter trembled with excitement. He released her nipple and gently stroked her cheek instead...
"Your name is Ye Guyun, right? A core disciple of the Misty Sword Sect... You must have been very arrogant in life, right?"
silence.
The woodcutter continued, "But now you're mine... I'll bring you back to life... and then make you my woman... my sex toy..." (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
As he spoke, he reached into her flower-like opening...
It was still moist and warm there, and the semen that had just been ejaculated had not completely flowed out. When a finger was inserted, it made a lewd "plop" sound.
"You'll love my cock...you'll love the feeling of me fucking you...you'll willingly spread your legs and beg me to penetrate you..."
The woodcutter's fingers thrust in and out of her body, roughly probing her sensitive spots
"Ugh... Ah..."
Two consecutive breathy sounds came from her throat!
and--
Her vagina contracted!
It wasn't the weak wriggling we had before, but a real, powerful contraction!
The fleshy walls gripped the woodcutter's fingers tightly, as if sucking and trying to hold them back!
"Hahaha...good...very good...you're starting to listen..."
The woodcutter withdrew his finger and licked the semen that clung to his fingertip...
The sweet taste mixed with the fishy smell of his semen was addictive.
He leaned close to her ear again and teased her with even more lewd language:
"When you wake up... I want you to kneel on the ground and give me oral sex... I want you to take my penis deep into your throat... I want you to lick my balls... I want to cover your face with my semen..." 💦
"Hmm..." ❤️
Her eyelashes...
It trembled slightly!
Although it was only a very slight thud, the woodcutter saw it clearly!
"Damn...you can really hear me..."
The woodcutter was so excited that his penis became painfully hard again.
But he forcibly suppressed his desire now was not the time to continue venting; he had more important things to do.
He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead...
"Wait for me patiently... I'll make you feel even better tonight..."
Then he got up and left the ice cellar.
Detailed Rules for Raising Corpses: A Roadmap to Immortality in a Hundred Days.
The woodcutter returned to his wooden hut, unfolded the animal skin paper again, and began to carefully study every detail.
This time he looked at it even more carefully.
"The method of nurturing a corpse requires a hundred days of effort. The first twenty days are the foundation-building period, requiring daily watering without interruption; the twenty to forty days are the nurturing period, which can be done every other day; the forty to seventy days are the soul-shaping period, which requires the assistance of spiritual medicine; the seventy to one hundred days are the spirit-condensing period, which requires a blood pact ceremony to lock the soul..."
The woodcutter frowned.
At this rate, he must ejaculate inside Ye Guyun at least once a day for the first twenty days.
This puts a considerable strain on the body...
He continued reading...
"If the body is robust and has abundant Yang energy, it can be done multiple times a day. However, it is important to note that excessive consumption of essence and blood can lead to a deficiency of Yang energy, which may cause mild symptoms such as lower back and knee pain and lethargy, or severe symptoms such as damage to the root cause, impotence, and premature ejaculation..."
The woodcutter touched his waist...
Although he is now physically strong, three consecutive vigorous sexual encounters are still taking a toll on him. If he really wants to have sex once or even multiple times a day, he must find a way to replenish his yang energy.
His gaze fell on another passage of text on the parchment....
"There are three methods to replenish Yang: First, spiritual herbs and stones, but these are difficult for mortals to obtain; second, the essence and blood of spiritual beasts, which can be obtained by hunting mountain monsters and taking their inner cores or heart blood; third, absorbing Yin to replenish Yang, but this method is prone to causing qi deviation and is not recommended for beginners..."
Spirit Beast Essence Blood!
The woodcutter's eyes lit up.
Although the spiritual energy is thin deep in the back mountain, some low-level spirit beasts still live there mostly mutated wild boars, lynxes, and giant pythons. They are not strong, but their inner cores and flesh do contain a small amount of spiritual power.
He used to occasionally hunt these spirit beasts for food, and after eating them, he did feel energetic and his lower body was hot and swollen.
Looks like I'll have to go hunting...
The woodcutter stood up and took a rusty hunting knife and a tattered animal skin backpack from the wall.
He changed into a sturdy set of coarse cloth clothes, tucked his hunting knife into his waistband, and then strode out of the cabin.
Hunting in the Back Mountain: The Primal Instincts of Blood and Lust
As the sun sets, its orange-red afterglow spills onto the ancient trees in the back mountain, turning the entire forest a blood-red hue...
The woodcutter trudged along the slippery mountain path, heading deeper into the stream. His steps were light, his breathing steady, and his eyes sharp as those of a hunting beast.
His years of experience living in the mountains have given him an intimate knowledge of every plant and tree here where the dens of mythical beasts are, where the dangerous traps are, and where the best hunting grounds are…
This is an open space with a lot of animal bones and dung scattered on the ground markers of the spirit beasts' territories.
The woodcutter crouched down and carefully examined the marks on the ground..
Fresh footprints, claw marks, and undried blood...
"It's an iron-backed wild boar...and an adult..."
The woodcutter licked his lips.
Ironback Mountain Boar is the most common low-level spirit beast in this mountain range. It is as big as an ox, with a hard bony shell on its back. It is incredibly strong and ferocious. Ordinary hunters would surely die if they encountered it, but the woodcutter is different he has a "pure yang savage body", his strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, and his combat instincts honed by years of chopping wood and hunting are enough to deal with this low-level spirit beast...
He gripped his hunting knife tightly, held his breath, and waited for his prey to appear.
Not long after...
"Whoosh ~ whoosh"