*Click-clack-clack-clack!*
Ying Lingling's white ankle boots tapped cutely against the cobblestone streets of Wuque City, lending her an air of fresh innocence.
Of course, that innocence would have been more convincing without her obscenely voluptuous tits and plump ass, or the haughty yet seductive beauty of her heiress face.
"Alright, alright—what did I do to upset my Lingling today?" Ling Shuo trailed behind, unable to resist ogling the *boing-boing* bounce of the dragon girl's ass cheeks under her white gauze skirt.
"Could it be... you're jealous?"
"W-Who said that!" At those words, the golden-haired heiress—who had been stubbornly marching forward with eyes closed like a little mule—halted abruptly. She spun around, face flushed crimson, denying it vehemently.
"Ah~"
But the sudden stop caught Ling Shuo off-guard; he crashed right into her, enveloping the busty, slim-waisted beauty in his arms.
"Hehe, my bad. Beautiful, magnanimous, and noble Miss Lingling—please forgive me. Next time, I absolutely won't leave you waiting outside."
The man thrust his hips forward; his mighty cock and silver tongue worked in tandem, quickly softening the dragon girl.
"You pervert~ What are you doing... ah~"
"Lingling, you're so gorgeous—how could I hold back? Want me to feed you some yang essence right now? Master still has plenty of ammo~"
Ling Shuo ground against her plump feminine ass, pressing his heavy, swollen balls against her cheeks to flaunt his proud virility.
"So improper... We're outside—with so many people watching... No~ ❤️❤️"
The aroused heiress blushed deeply, her small white hand gently gripping his wrist. Her half-hearted resistance confirmed Ling Shuo's suspicions—ever since he'd gifted her the Linglong Core that night, Ying Lingling had grown increasingly affectionate. Her tsun was giving way to more dere, making her even cuter.
The bustling street was packed with passersby, nearly every man's gaze locked on this elegant, sexy, and adorably noble young beauty. Seeing Ling Shuo stumble into her embrace and boldly grope such an unattainable vixen in public, they nearly gnashed their teeth in envy.
"Then let's duck into an alley... This young master will be very gentle." Ling Shuo grinned lewdly. Ying Lingling's blowjob skills—honed under his training—had become addictive; going a day without her long, soft dragon tongue was downright uncomfortable now.
"Y-You're way too smooth, you big pervert! Do you pull this on Xiao Qian'er every day too?!"
"Ow! Ow—mercy, little ancestor—don't pinch..."
...His attempt at seduction backfired spectacularly. Ling Shuo could only grimace and clutch his reddened waist while Ying Lingling, finally gaining the upper hand, beamed triumphantly. She even took the initiative to link arms with him as they headed toward a familiar destination.
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Inside Wuque City's largest underground auction house
"Jiao Jiao, Meng Meng—after serving tea, you may withdraw~"
In this secluded, antique-styled bedroom suite, the mind-meltingly voluptuous mature beauty sat at the tea table. Her jade fingers waved lightly, producing a silky, seductive tone that made men's hearts itch unbearably.
"Yes, Madam."
The two scantily-clad qipao maids curtsied, serving tea to everyone while deliberately accentuating their curvaceous figures for Ling Shuo.
"Please enjoy, Young Master Ling~ ❤️❤️"
Ling Shuo savored their attention, sneaking a caress of Jiao Jiao's soft hand and a fingertip glide along Meng Meng's stockings—earning flirtatious glances from both stunning maids.
"Hss... Ahh!!"
His smug moment was short-lived; sharp pain flared at his waist—not once, but twice.
"Hmph. When did Little Shuo rack up another romantic debt?"
"I told you he's a massive pervert—doesn't let a single beauty slip by."
The cool, busty senior on his left spotted his history with the maids instantly. As the Ling Xiao Academy's discipline chairwoman, Xiao Qian'er was thick with jealousy. While pinching his waist, she lifted one of her thick black hip-wrapping stocking-clad legs—dream fodder for eighty percent of the academy's males—under the table and lightly kicked his ankle with her high heel.
Ying Lingling needed no explanation—if Ling Shuo were a snake, she'd have twisted him into a pretzel by now.
"Hehe~ What capable man doesn't have a house full of wives and concubines? Young Master Ling is so young and outstanding—a little philandering is hardly worth mentioning. If the young master wishes, every female attendant in this concubine's auction house is his for the picking~"
Hua Jianlian narrowed her watery peach-blossom eyes into smiling crescents, sipping tea before stroking her massive melon-like breasts—nearly bursting her qipao. She reclined lazily, placing both beautiful legs on the chaise cushion.
Her crimson qipao matched the maids' ultra-sexy style—slits up to her navel, semi-sheer rose-patterned chest barely concealing her rosy areolas. With a bit of focus, Ling Shuo could spot her puffy pink nipples beneath.
That familiar thong still wedged perfectly between her thick, tender pussy lips. The mature beauty's voice was sweet and sticky; her slim waist subtly twisted her wide, breeding-ripe ass, making Ling Shuo reminisce about pinning her on the pink bed and pounding her juicy cunt to ecstasy.
Knowing her junior couldn't look away from this vixen's charms, Xiao Qian'er coldly interjected:
"Madam Hua, please—no more jokes. This matter is critical."
"Fine~ This concubine was just teasing—you young ones are no fun."
The red-haired beauty remained languid, no longer posing seductively—yet her allure didn't diminish. If anything, she was walking female pheromones incarnate.
"The defenses of the Moon Hua Sect—Xi Yan has already briefed me."
Ling Shuo followed the topic, spreading a hand-drawn map on the tea table.
"Moon Chan Fairy is safe on Ling Peak. Our goal is to rescue the Tian Xuan Saintess—that is, Sister Qian'er's mother—without alerting anyone."
He tapped a spot on the map. "Here—the Pure Moon Immortal Grotto on the back mountain."
"The hairpin this concubine gave you last time will open that paradise realm," the beauty added. "It took considerable effort to acquire—Young Master Ling, you'll have to compensate this concubine properly afterward~ ❤️❤️" Her sultry eyes devoured him as she deliberately arched her plump ass higher, hinting exactly where that "compensation" should go.
"Ahem... We'll discuss that later."
Ling Shuo wisely dodged, retrieving the treasured hairpin—once lost by a former Moon Chan Fairy—from his storage ring and handing it to Xiao Qian'er.
"Our plan is simple: Lingling heads to the Moon Hua Sect's entrance, where Sister Xi Yan will meet you. Just cause a big enough commotion to draw the Dual Moon Ancestor away. After all, Miss Ying excels at stirring trouble... Ouch!"
"Say another bad word about this young lady, pervert, and you'll never touch me again."
"Fine, fine—I won't... Anyway, while the chaos unfolds, Sister Qian'er and I slip into the grotto and extract Madam Xiao."
"Pretty straightforward," the busty dragon girl nodded, chin in hand, trying to look shrewd.
"But that's it? This young lady was planning to turn the Moon Hua Sect upside down—and dismantle that Dual Moon Ancestor's bony frame while I'm at it." She flashed a goofy grin, her confidence eternally overflowing.
"The Dual Moon Ancestor is at the Sixth Realm—we have zero chance against her." Black lines appeared on Ling Shuo's face. Same busty beauty archetype—why was everyone else clever and quick-witted, while his was adorably airheaded?
"Hmph! It's all your fault for turning this young lady into..." At the mention, Ying Lingling's grievances resurfaced; she pouted, ready to scold him.
"Enough—this isn't a game. No room for error."
The dog-eared senior stepped in decisively. Xiao Qian'er spoke gravely: "Heaven-tier mental art, Sixth Realm strength—a powerhouse like that could obliterate us effortlessly."
"We must not be detected. Once Mother is rescued, I'll take her and flee as far as possible."
Her tone turned melancholic; the atmosphere grew heavy.
"As far as possible? Exactly how far? Where should the pervert and I meet you afterward?" The sometimes oblivious Ying Lingling tilted her head.
"I'll... send you a message later."
"Eh? Alright then."
The guilt and helplessness in the straight-black-haired girl's eyes were plain to Hua Jianlian. Yet the seductive mature beauty said nothing, merely reclining on the chaise, watching these young people on the verge of parting—perhaps forever—with an inexplicable, pleased expression.
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