He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting the sweet, musky nectar of her release.
The moment the essence touched his tongue, the Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture roared to life within his soul like a starving beast waking from slumber.
Shen Yu didn't waste a second. He sat cross-legged, his posture impeccable, and guided the energy inward. The Yin Qi he had ingested, combined with the dense, misty energy Lixue had released into the room, rushed toward him. It swirled like a vortex, entering his pores and diving straight into his shattered foundation.
It felt like dragging a wire brush through his veins.
The pure Yin energy clashed with his broken Yang meridians, forcing its way through the blockages like a torrent of icy water crashing against jagged rocks. It was the sensation of a thousand rusted needles piercing him from the inside out.
Yet, Shen Yu's face remained as smooth as jade. He didn't flinch. He didn't scream.
In his previous life as Grandmaster Xu, the backlash of the Forbidden Blood Technique had felt like his soul was being dissolved in acid. Compared to that, this physical pain was nothing more than an itch. He welcomed it.
Slowly, agonizingly, the meridians began to knit together. It was microscopic progress, a few cracks sealing, a few pathways clearing, but it was the first time in years this body had known true recovery.
As the torrent subsided into a steady stream, Shen Yu exhaled a breath of white mist.
He realized the technique had shifted. The initial violence was just the breaking of the seal. Now that he had made first contact with Yin Qi, the Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture was no longer a wild storm he had to sit still to endure. It had become a passive hunger. He felt he could now absorb Yin Qi at will, drawing it in even while moving or speaking, no longer bound by the need for a meditative trance.
He opened his eyes, the golden eyes glowing with lust.
He looked at Lixue.
She lay sprawled on the crimson silk sheets, a portrait of beautiful ruin. Her chest heaved in shallow, rhythmic gasps, and her skin glowed with a fine sheen of perspiration. Her mind was clearly still adrift in the white void of her first climax, her nerves humming with the lingering static of pleasure.
Shen Yu watched her recover, his expression unreadable.
He had given her release, but in doing so, he had only sharpened his own hunger. The absorption of the Yin Qi had healed his meridians, but it had also stoked his Yang fire to a dangerous level.
The heavy, throbbing heat in his groin was undeniable. His "dragon" stood tall and angry against his stomach, leaking clear fluid, demanding the entry that the cultivation technique required to complete the cycle.
He was far from finished.
He leaned down and bit her earlobe gently.
"Lixue," he whispered, his voice husky. "Wake up."
Lixue's eyelids fluttered open. Her blue eyes were hazy and unfocused, filled with adoration. "Shen Yu.. that was... I felt like I died."
"You were magnificent," Shen Yu praised, stroking her damp hair. "But... look at me."
He guided her hand down to his lap.
Lixue's fingers brushed against something hard, hot, and pulsating. Her eyes snapped open, focusing on the massive erection waiting for her. It was thick, veiny, and intimidating, the head swollen to a deep red.
"I helped you release your waters," Shen Yu said, his golden eyes darkening. "Now, fairness dictates you help me release my fire."
Lixue swallowed hard, her throat clicking audibly in the silence.
She pushed herself up, the crimson silk sheet sliding down her smooth skin like water, pooling at her waist to reveal her pale, trembling breasts. Her gaze was glued to the weapon between his legs.
It was terrifyingly large, throbbing with a heartbeat of its own, a furious pillar of pure Yang energy that seemed far too big for a girl of her size. Fear flickered in her wide eyes, but underneath it burned a fierce, martyr-like devotion. She wanted to heal him. She wanted to be the one to take his pain.
"What..." Her voice trembled, barely a whisper. "What should I do?"
Shen Yu didn't answer immediately. With a fluid, deliberate motion, he shrugged off the last of his robes, letting the fabric pile on the floor. He displayed himself fully, his broad shoulders, his defined abs, and the savage instrument of his cultivation.
He loomed over her, a god demanding tribute.
"Do not fear it," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, husky rumble that vibrated in her chest.
He reached out, taking her small, hesitant hand in his own, and guided it toward the heat.
"Touch it," he ordered. "Grip it."
She reached out with a trembling hand. She wrapped her fingers around the base. It was hot, feverishly so. It felt like holding a bar of iron wrapped in velvet skin.
"Tighten your grip," Shen Yu instructed. "Now, move your hand up and down. Like this."
He placed his hand over hers, guiding the motion.
Schlick.
The sound was wet, aided by the pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Lixue began to stroke him from the flared head to the base.
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
"Is this right?" she whispered, watching the veins on the shaft bulge.
"Yes," Shen Yu groaned, leaning his head back. "Don't stop."
She continued for several minutes. She watched fascinated as the skin moved over the head, revealing the glistening, dark slit at the top. She tried to match the rhythm he had used on her.
But Shen Yu's body was tempered by the inheritance. A simple handjob, especially from an inexperienced girl, was pleasant but nowhere near enough to make him cum.
"It's not working," Lixue noted anxiously, seeing that he wasn't getting any closer to release. His brow was furrowed, but he wasn't gasping like she had. "Shen Yu... why aren't you... finishing? Am I doing it wrong?"
Shen Yu stopped her hand. He looked at her innocent, worried face.
"My Yang energy is too dense," he lied smoothly, though it was partially true. "My hands are too rough, and yours are too gentle. I need something... wetter. Something warmer."
He tapped her lips.
Lixue blinked. "My... mouth?"
"Taste me, Lixue," Shen Yu ordered softly. "Kneel between my legs."
Lixue hesitated for only a heartbeat. This was her fiancé. She had just given him her body; why not her mouth?
She shuffled on the bed, positioning herself between his spread thighs. She leaned forward, her long black hair creating a curtain around them. She looked at the angry head of the dragon, mere inches from her face. It smelled musky, masculine, and... strangely sweet.
The Inheritance was at work. His fluids were not foul; they were refined Spirit Nectar to a female cultivator.
"Start with the head," Shen Yu guided, his hand resting on the back of her head. "Lick it. Like a sweet fruit."
Lixue extended her tongue. She was tentative. The tip of her tongue brushed the slit at the top.
Mlem.
Her eyes widened.
She expected it to taste like sweat or urine. Instead, a burst of flavor exploded on her tongue, spicy, sweet, and intoxicating, like high-grade spirit wine.
"It... it tastes..."
"Good?" Shen Yu smirked.
"Yes," she whispered.
She leaned in closer. She dragged her tongue flat across the broad head of his member.
Slurp.
Shen Yu hissed through his teeth. "That's it. Circle the rim."
Lixue obeyed. She swirled her tongue around the coronal ridge, lapping up the clear fluid leaking from him.
Schlupp... lick... slurp.
She was getting bolder. The taste was addictive. The Primordial Yin-Yang Scripture created a feedback loop; the more she tasted his essence, the more her own Qi hummed with pleasure. It was like a drug.
"Now the shaft," Shen Yu commanded, his hips twitching slightly. "Long strokes."
She moved down, licking the underside where the veins were prominent.
Lick. Slurp.
"Good girl," Shen Yu praised, his hand tightening in her hair. "Now... take me in. Open wide."
Lixue looked at the girth of him. It seemed impossible. But she wanted to try. She wanted to drink that sweet nectar.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could. She pressed her lips against the head.
Gluck.
She pushed forward.
"Mmph!"
She could only take the head. Her mouth was small, and he was massive. But the sensation of him filling her mouth was incredible. The warmth radiated into her cheeks.
"Relax your throat," Shen Yu instructed, pushing his hips up slightly. "Take more."
Lixue bobbed her head. She swallowed, fighting her gag reflex, and forced herself down another inch.
Gawk. Gluck. Schlock.
The wet, suction sounds filled the room. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto his balls.
She began to find a rhythm. She sucked on the head, swirled her tongue, and then bobbed down to take more of the shaft.
Slurp. Gawk. Slurp. Pop.
When she pulled back, her lips made a loud popping sound against the wet skin.
"Oh, Shen Yu..." she mumbled, her face flushed, saliva shining on her chin. She looked up at him with eyes that were no longer innocent. They were hungry. The taste of his Yang energy was driving her wild. "It tastes so good. I want more."
Shen Yu looked down at his fiancée, who was now eagerly slurping on him like a concubine.
"Then take it," he growled, grabbing her head and setting a faster pace. "Don't stop until you drink every drop."
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AN: Got recommended for Potential Starlet, so I'm dropping a bonus chapter today to celebrate! Cheers! 🥂