The Crimson Nectar had completely saturated her bloodstream, hijacking her Golden Core senses and turning every nerve ending into a live wire of raw, desperate need. Meng Yan lay pliant beneath him, panting heavily into the silk pillows, her mind a hazy fog of intoxicating heat and unprecedented physical relief.
Shen Yu's slick hands hovered just above the delicate dip of her lower back. He looked down at the magnificent, heavy swell of her rear. Her flesh was incredibly plump, smooth, and flushed with a rosy hue.
The sheer, voluptuous sight of the Jin Clan Matriarch laid bare before him sent a violent jolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to his groin. His "dragon" surged against the silk of his trousers, painfully hard and demanding release. He wanted nothing more than to tear his clothes off, grab her by those thick hips, and bury himself deep into her wet, quivering core.
Yet, on the outside, his flawlessly beautiful face remained a portrait of serene, divine medical grace.
"Matriarch," Shen Yu began, his tone perfectly calibrated. "The upper meridians are clear, but the Lunar Fire has been pushed downward. The stagnation is now pooling heavily in your lower pelvic basin. To properly dredge this boiling heat, I must massage the major acupoints along your glutes. Do I have your permission to proceed?"
Meng Yan shuddered violently at his words. The hollow, agonizing ache between her thighs was already unbearable, a throbbing pulse that begged for friction. She was a proud, dignified woman, but the aphrodisiac and the relief from her fiery torture had completely eroded her pride.
"Y-Yes..." she stammered, her voice breathy, weak, and utterly unrecognizable. "Just... get it out. Please."
"Very well."
Shen Yu poured few drops of the warm, amber oil into his palms. He rubbed his hands together, his golden eyes darkening with a predatory hunger that she could not see. Then, with firmness, he placed both of his hands onto the plush, jelly-like softness of her bare ass cheeks.
The reaction was instantaneous and explosive.
The moment his slick, warm fingers squeezed her incredibly sensitive flesh, Meng Yan's back arched so violently it looked as though she had been struck by lightning.
"AHHH!"
A high-pitched, shattering scream tore from her throat. Her toes curled into the mattress, and her thick thighs clamped together with crushing force. The sheer, overwhelming stimulation of his touch on her most sensitive area, amplified a hundredfold by the Crimson Nectar, pushed her right over the edge.
She climaxed.
A torrential flood of hot, slick essence burst from her core. It didn't just leak; it poured in a massive, uncontrollable wave. The sheer volume of it was staggering, soaking completely through the thick silk sheets beneath her thighs and pooling outward in a massive, glistening stain.
Shen Yu's eyes widened in genuine shock, his lust spiking to terrifying new heights. He knew that Golden Core cultivators possessed immense vitality, but the sheer quantity and purity of the Yin essence she was violently expelling was a feast beyond his wildest calculations. It splashed against his wrists, soaking the cuffs of his pristine white robes in a fragrant, incredibly hot, sweet-smelling liquid.
For a few agonizingly pleasurable seconds, Meng Yan just rode the violent waves of her orgasm, her heavy body spasming wildly beneath his hands. But as the blinding peak began to subside, her mind snapped back to a horrifying sliver of clarity.
She felt the massive, soaking puddle beneath her. She felt the wetness coating Shen Yu's hands and wrists.
Humiliation.
Pure, unadulterated shame washed over her like ice water. She was the Matriarch of the Jin Clan! A woman of unapproachable dignity and power! And she had just soiled the bed, and her noble doctor, like a feral, uncontrolled beast in heat.
"N-No!" Meng Yan gasped, her face burning a furious, humiliated crimson. She immediately reached a hand down between her thighs, pressing her palm desperately against herself. She tried to forcibly clamp her pelvic muscles shut, terrified and ashamed, desperate to stop the embarrassing flow of her own fluids.
Before she could lock her meridians, Shen Yu's hand snapped out like a viper.
He grabbed her wrist in an iron grip, pulling her hand firmly away from her core.
"What are you doing?!" Shen Yu demanded, his voice adopting the sharp, reprimanding tone of a senior physician scolding a foolish patient.
"I... I'm soiled!" Meng Yan sobbed, turning her head to look at him. Tears of profound shame pricked the corners of her eyes. "Let me go, I need to stop it—!"
"Do not stop it!" Shen Yu commanded, leaning down so his face was close to hers. He let a look of urgent, medical intensity fill his golden eyes, completely masking his dark amusement.
"Look at it, Senior. Feel the heat of it. That is not mere bodily fluid. That is the liquefied Yin Fire! The medicine has forced the stagnant heat out of your core, melting the poison that was killing you."
He squeezed her wrist, his thumb gently stroking her racing pulse to soothe her.
"If you clamp down now out of misplaced modesty, you will force that boiling poison right back into your Golden Core. It will shatter your foundation permanently. You must let it flow. Let the heat leave your body!"
Meng Yan stared at him, her heavy chest heaving against the bed. His explanation made perfect, logical sense to her compromised mind. The fluid was incredibly hot, carrying away the suffocating, deadly pressure that had tortured her for months.
"But... but you..." she whimpered, looking at his beautiful hands and the sleeves of his expensive white robes, which were now thoroughly soaked in her essence.
"A true healer does not fear the impurities of his patient," Shen Yu said softly, his voice echoing with an almost saintly grace. He gently placed her hand back onto the pillow. "Let it go, Senior. Release it all."
Defeated by his gentle authority and the overwhelming, undeniable demands of her own body, Meng Yan let out a broken sob of surrender. She relaxed her thighs, spreading her legs slightly, and gave in. A second, heavy wave of hot essence rushed out of her, soaking the bed further as her body finally purged the last of the built-up tension.
Shen Yu watched the incredibly erotic display with a mask of calm, reassuring professionalism. Beneath that flawless exterior, however, the four-hundred-year-old demon was practically salivating. The potent, intoxicating aroma of pure Golden Core Yin Qi washed over his soaked hands, thick and overwhelmingly fragrant.
His broken meridians were roaring, starved and desperate for this exact caliber of high-grade energy. He knew with absolute certainty that absorbing this massive flood of Yin essence would repair a staggering portion of his broken meridians in a single sitting. It took every ounce of his supernatural willpower to keep his greedy pores tightly shut. He couldn't absorb a single drop, not yet.
Meng Yan was still awake. Even addled by the Crimson Nectar and the euphoric relief of her purged poison, the Matriarch was still a Golden Core cultivator. If he began absorbing the Yin Qi now, her instincts would instantly detect the unnatural theft. To harvest this feast safely, he needed her completely, blissfully defenseless.
The solution was beautifully simple. He couldn't knock her out with force, so he would drown her in so much overwhelming, relentless pleasure that her conscious mind simply short-circuited and faded into black.