That black-stockinged calf arched in a breathtaking curve, the little foot in its black stiletto kicking futilely in the air.
Tap!
A crisp sound.
One of the heels finally gave out under the strain, describing a small arc before landing silently on the plush carpet.
The other teetered precariously on her stiff, pointed toe.
Her cute toes, wrapped in sheer black, curled slightly from the effort, as if desperately trying to clutch that last bit of restraint.
The sharp black heel formed a glaring contrast against her delicate instep, swaying as if it could break free at any second and unleash its final madness.
Under Lin Feng's relentless thrusting, all of Su Qingwen's excuses and shame were crushed to dust.
In that moment, only the purest, most primal version of herself remained, her snowy cheeks flushing an even deeper red.
Moans that could melt hearts poured constantly from her sexy, rosy lips — her face no longer showing pain, but pure comfort threaded with an electric, tingling pleasure.
After a bout of rapid thrusting, Lin Feng's two devilish hands settled on her chest, kneading those snowy, tender peaks without cease…
Pleasure from both above and below made Su Qingwen's breathing grow ragged, her moans turning into wanton cries.
"Ah, I can't take it… ah… you… go easier… I… ah… I can't handle this much stimulation… mmm… it's so beautiful…"
Hearing those lewd, melodic cries, Lin Feng's pace steadily quickened. His cock plunged deep each time, striking the sensitive clit inside her crimson hole, making her inner walls spasm and twitch.
Then ribbons of milky fluid and traces of virginal blood were drawn out. Meanwhile, his hands roamed her snowy mounds, molding them into ever-changing shapes.
With Lin Feng's increasingly swift thrusts and caresses, the "Righteous Demoness'" breathing grew more frantic, her cries louder. Two snowy hands — seemingly her own — roamed her body, stroking and kneading without rhythm.
Her crimson pussy walls twitched violently, as if electric currents surged through them.
After a while, Su Qingwen let out a sharp cry and climaxed again. Waves of milky essence spurted from her hole, coating the tip of his cock.
Since her opening was plugged by his shaft, the fluid pooled inside, mixing with her juices and the last traces of blood.
Gradually, the milky liquid overflowed from her pussy, tracing the folds of her inner walls or being drawn out by his hard cock, dripping onto the white sheets.
After savoring every inch of those full, fragrant breasts, Lin Feng lifted his lips from her snowy peaks. He looked up to see Su Qingwen lying exhausted but blissful after her release.
Her face was flushed, breath shallow. Lin Feng wrapped his arms around her slender waist and thrust a dozen more times, then gave a low growl.
A torrent of hot, life-rich seed erupted like a volcano, striking deep into her delicate flower.
Mixing with her own fluids, it gushed from her crimson hole like a flood, soaking the sheets in an extremely lewd scene.
[Ding! Yin-Yang Pleasure Skill training value +10, current layer 20/100]
Ninety minutes later…
[Ding! Yin-Yang Pleasure Skill training value +10, current layer 30/100]
150 minutes later…
[Ding! Critical hit! Training value +20, current layer 50/100]
…
320 minutes later…
[Ding! Training value +0, current layer 80/100!]
[Current cauldron depleted; must recover training value before continuing!]
At the first hint of dawn, Lin Feng collapsed onto the bed, aching all over as if his body had been disassembled.
Even with the Explosive Shot Pill keeping his stamina up, muscle endurance had its limits.
One round was like jogging half an hour — last night he'd basically run two marathons. Surviving was an achievement.
But after the night's battle, he'd learned Su Qingwen's "capacity."
About half a bottle of mineral water.
Pretty impressive, honestly.
[Ding! Congrats, host unlocked C‑cup Codex. Reward: 10,000 Spirit Stones, Core Point +10, Solid Origin Pill +1!]
Looking at the notification, he saw he needed 20 more training points — basically two more rounds, or one lucky critical hit.
No plan for a long fight this time. Just seeing her tempting little body, those slightly rolled-back eyes, and her little tongue peeking out was enough to ignite his blood.
Dragging his slightly sore body, he hoisted her legs again.
The black stockings were already shredded, hanging in tatters, exposing large patches of smooth, snowy skin, with only scraps clinging to her toes.
Quick battle!
He plunged into a frenzy again, juices soaking the fabric on her toes, his scrotum slapping her labia, the air filled with lewd smack-smack sounds.
"Ah… I… I can't take it… lemme… drink water first… ah… you're so deep… oh… you're hitting my stomach… mmm…"
"Ugh… can't take it… ah… no… I can't control it… oh… I'm gonna pee… pee… aaaah…"
Her cries, wild and unhinged, made Lin Feng marvel — seems women really unlock hidden talents when they're being fucked!
Lost in thought, he gave it everything: sprinting, thrusting, pounding her hard.
The intensity made Su Qingwen feel like her soul was flying. Trembling, she slumped against the headboard, moaning, but her heart was drunk on pleasure.
Each of his savage strokes seemed to reach the deepest part of her — maybe her womb. That unknown depth thrilled her even more, her already flushed face burning brighter.
She even wondered: if he kept at it, would she get pregnant in eight months?
That haze made her even more sensitive, her whole body drowning in waves of lust, lost in an endless ocean of pleasure. She recklessly rocked her white hips to meet his thrusts. Finally, on one particularly deep plunge, the sensation of hitting her womb made her pussy contract violently. Her mind blanked, then her whole body shook from groin to belly to limbs.
"Ah… I'm gonna pee… aaah… so good… aaaaah…"
With a scream, she climaxed again, waves of pleasure coating his massive cock.
But Lin Feng wasn't done. While she floated in the afterglow, he started another round of thrusting.
"Wuuu… you're gonna kill me… I really can't… oh… I'm done… ah… no… I can't hold on… ah… I'm gonna pee…"
By now, Su Qingwen was truly at her limit. Her lower body throbbed with fiery soreness; her delicate pussy, pounded by that huge cock, was swollen like a steamed bun.
Lin Feng slowed, realizing she couldn't take more. He almost resented the Explosive Shot Pill for being too powerful. Seeing her inflamed pussy, he softened, sighed, and stopped.
He laid gently on her back, held her, fondled her breasts, and panted.
[Ding! Training value +0, current layer 80/100!]
Huh?
Lin Feng blinked — why no gain?
Focusing on her, he noticed the A‑rank Cauldron tag was still there, but the red furnace icon was empty, its energy bar grayed out — all usable cultivation value had been drained.
No matter how many more rounds, he wouldn't gain a thing.
Beside the icon, tiny text: Recovering…
"Ah, so it's on cooldown."
That worked — he was too wiped out anyway. He flopped onto his back, head tilted, and fell asleep.
…
He woke to harsh sunlight streaming through the window.
He moved instinctively, bracing for the usual post-marathon soreness.
Huh?
No ache — instead, he felt explosive strength coursing through him. His熬夜-weakened body felt rock-solid, muscle definition sharper, his energy completely restored.
[Ding! First cultivation of Yin-Yang Pleasure Skill purifies host's body — physique improved slightly!]
Bonus!
Lin Feng turned to Su Qingwen.
"Senior Sister, you awake?"
His voice was raspy with sleep but teasing.
Her body stiffened, still facing away, feigning sleep.
Sunlight traced a bright stripe across her porcelain back — from delicate shoulder blades, to her narrow waist, to the abrupt, perfect curve of her ass, then down her straight, long thighs… ending at her taut, cute little feet.
She looked like a flawless work of art laid out on the bed.
Lin Feng smirked and gave her ass a light, crisp slap.
Smack!
The elasticity made his palm tingle. Her snowy skin bore marks of varying shades — last night's wild badges.
"Nnn…"
Su Qingwen twitched like a startled kitten, a muffled whimper escaping. She'd lost the act.
Lin Feng grinned and leaned close, warm breath tickling her ear, voice low:
"Senior Sister, you're so wet."
His mischievous hand trailed up her flat, firm belly and landed precisely on her full softness.
"D-Don't say that! We're… even!"
Su Qingwen threw his hand off as if it burned, voice cracking with tears and shame.
She forced herself upright, hand instinctively on her belly. A strange, lingering soreness deep inside made her want to vanish.
She didn't even know her own anatomy — where exactly was the baby's room? — but after last night, Lin Feng probably knew more about her insides than she did.
"I promised to spend one night with you. It's over!" she said through clenched teeth.
Her gaze slid to Lin Feng and froze.
Last night had been too dark to see clearly. Now she realized her junior wasn't just handsome and generous — his body was amazing.
Smooth muscle lines, a solid chest, chiseled eight-pack abs radiating explosive power — like a martial arts star from an action movie.
Instantly, regret flooded her.
If she'd known, she would've just dated him properly. Then they'd be all over each other, and she'd naturally get that new phone.
Instead, she'd let him use her like some emotionless toy, pounding her all night.
In his eyes, she wasn't even a backup — just a substitute masturbation aid.