But the boy's ability was utterly insufficient to satisfy my lustful body; his constant thrusting only intensified my thirst.
However, I didn't complain, for satisfying this child was my greatest desire at that moment.
As my vaginal fluids increased, the collision of our bodies began to produce a "slap, slap" sound under his gentle thrusts.
Under his thrusting, I didn't let out my usual wanton moans, for I feared my wantonness would frighten this lovely child, so I only let out suppressed groans.
Although I had tried my best to guide him and avoid arousing him, his thrusting still lasted less than fifteen minutes.
After fifteen minutes, he held me tightly, losing his virginity inside me.
At the moment of ejaculation, I felt his excitement, because the nipple he was sucking so vigorously was instinctively bitten down hard.
He didn't scream when he ejaculated; his pleasure came in muffled groans from his tightly clenched lips.
After the last drop of semen was released, the boy collapsed limply onto me, his mouth releasing my nipple.
Although my own desire hadn't been released, seeing the boy's happy expression was enough to satisfy me.
Gently stroking the boy's back, my heart was filled with tenderness.
The way I looked at him was similar to the way I looked at Tianci, like a loving mother.
When the boy's passion subsided, he looked up at me.
Seeing the teeth marks on my nipple, he said with a guilty expression, "Sister, I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Let me rub it for you."
After saying that, he pressed his hand to my full breasts and began to gently caress them.
I held him, letting his thin little hands gently caress my breasts, and asked, "Good boy, did it feel good just now?"
After hearing my question, the boy nodded repeatedly and said, "It felt so good! I've never felt so good before."
"That's good!" I said with a look of satisfaction.
The boy didn't know how to respond, and nestled in my arms, squirming slightly.
"Little brother, what's wrong?" Sensing his unease, I asked softly.
"Sister, you said you'd give me something good to eat, was that true?" the boy asked, blushing.
"Silly boy, of course it's true. Why would your sister lie to her little brother!" I said, gently pinching his nose.
After saying that, I pulled the boy to leave, but he struggled and refused.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to go out with your sister?" I asked curiously.
"No, no!"
The boy quickly denied it, then looked unsure how to continue.
He took a deep breath and said shyly, "Sister, I don't want to eat anymore. Could you use the money you would have spent on food to buy some medicine for Mom and Dad?"
He looked at me expectantly, yet also fearful of rejection.
Looking into the boy's eyes, my heart ached, but I felt comforted by his filial piety and kindness.
I took his hand and asked, "Where are your parents? Take me to see them! I'll help them get better!"
Hearing this, the boy's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Sister, you really can cure illnesses? Can you help me cure Dad and Mom?" After receiving my affirmative answer, he disregarded the fact that we were both naked and pulled me towards the back room.
When we got to the back room, I saw two people who were clearly seriously ill.
They were both only in their forties, their once dashing and beautiful faces now dulled by the torment of illness.
The sounds of the young man and I making love outside hadn't awakened them, demonstrating the extent of their impaired senses.
I checked their pulses, gaining a general understanding of their condition.
They were practically half-dead; ordinary methods were futile.
Given their condition, they had at most two weeks to live.
Even the most skilled doctor, or the most renowned healer in the martial arts world, couldn't revive them, because they weren't truly ill.
Their condition involved several factors: years of untreated internal injuries, toxins eroding their bodies, and years of malnutrition leaving them extremely weak.
Each of these factors individually might offer some hope, but the combination meant medicine was ineffective.
However, while medicine seemed ineffective, it wasn't entirely hopeless for me.
The treatment method in this situation is very simple: I will use my powerful internal energy to treat the internal injuries and use my skill to absorb the toxins in their bodies into my own.
These two steps are easy; the most troublesome part is restoring their extremely weakened bodies.
If their bodies aren't restored quickly enough, they'll die during the first two treatments because their bodies can't withstand the strain.
I can also cure the last step—by directly infusing their bodies with life force through intimate physical contact.
I can do the last step alone, but I don't want the boy to see my man's body; I don't want to shatter his dream.
Fortunately, my father was outside. After I whispered to him, he came in.
After he came in, I channeled my inner energy into the middle-aged couple, and they slowly awoke.
When they saw the naked boy, me, and my father, their eyes showed confusion.
After I explained the situation, a struggle flashed in their eyes.
"Young lady, I can't ruin your reputation for healing, so..." the man said hesitantly.
"Forget it, there's no way to treat me here," the woman said, looking resigned.
After listening to their conversation, I chuckled, then whispered in the man's ear, "Brother, this is Tang, not your Song. Seeing how I'm dressed, you should know my cunt doesn't mind you fucking it. I wasn't satisfied after your cute son's cock just fucked me!"
From the man's words, I knew he wasn't from Tang; otherwise, he would never have said such a thing.
After hearing the woman's words, my father pulled her hand and placed it between his legs, touching his now-erect, thick penis.
The woman trembled upon touching it, trying to pull away, but my father didn't let go.
An embarrassed look immediately appeared on the woman's face.
The man looked at me with surprise. Although he, being from Song, knew Tang was open-minded, he hadn't expected me to be so bold.
His wife's reaction also told him that my father wasn't a mature, beautiful woman, but a man with a thick penis.
Seeing the couple's bewildered expressions, my father and I exchanged a glance, then decided to make the decision ourselves without further consulting them.
I took out a magic pill to help them quickly absorb our life force and induce arousal.
Ignoring their struggles, we forcibly undressed them.
The man struggled, but not intensely, so I quickly stripped him naked.
Then, holding his penis, which was gradually becoming erect under the influence of the drug, I climbed onto the bed and sat on his body, which had been tormented by illness for so long.
On the other side, my father, ignoring the woman's fierce struggles, grabbed her slender arm and pressed it against her head.
Then, my father unbuckled her belt, and amidst her fierce struggles, reached between her legs and began to caress her vulva.