The sight of that carnal perfection struck the gravity of Zhì Yuǎn's universe head-on. The clean silk tunic Yù Méi wore barely concealed the new architecture of her Refined Body, her skin glowing like milky jade, camouflaging beneath the voluptuous curves a musculature capable of crushing rocks.
The Hunger roared in his abyss.
Zhì Yuǎn did not say a word. He advanced, and the pressure of his presence made the wooden floorboards creak in protest. The god's large, calloused hands grabbed the warrior's nape and golden hair, pulling her face upward. His mouth crushed hers in a brutal clash of teeth and heat. His fervent tongue invaded Yù Méi's oral cavity, and she responded with the same predatory instinct, savoring the taste of ozone and sandalwood as their saliva mixed raw and dripped down her chin.
With a fluid motion, he lifted her by her dense hips and threw her onto her back on what remained of the cedar bed.
The cold mountain air struck Yù Méi's damp skin as he tore her tunic away, exposing her completely. The girl's intimacy was laid bare. The little sister between her thick thighs was already swollen and reddened, overflowing with thick, musky Yin nectar that betrayed how much her flesh begged for invasion.
He crawled over his wife. His heated, dark gaze fixed on her panting face as he freed himself from his own garments. The husband's rigid, fervent shaft, pulsing with the density of a sun, ground heavily against the young woman's slippery entrance.
"Aah… Husband…" Yù Méi gasped against his mouth, her almond eyes glazed with lust, her hips pushing up against the mattress in a blind search for friction. "Put it in already… tear me open once and for all."
"You are always so impatient, Méi," his voice came out deep, a dirty, possessive whisper brushing against her neck, making her shiver from head to toe. "Let's see if your cavern can handle the weight of what you're asking for."
He sank his hips in one thrust.
The dense sound of flesh colliding with flesh echoed in the room. The thick, incandescent shaft stretched the girl's narrow path to its absolute limit, anchoring itself deep in her belly. Yù Méi arched her back violently, her full breasts bouncing in the air, her nails digging into the sheets. The crushing friction against her newly awakened core fried her brain instantly.
Zhì Yuǎn's rhythm began vigorous, heavy, and possessive. He collapsed his weight onto her, pressing the warrior against the mattress. He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, sinking his teeth into her jade skin, biting hard enough to leave a purple mark, while his rough tongue licked the salty sweat from her collarbone.
"Ahhn… mnn… Zhì Yuǎn… my heaven…" Yù Méi's moans tore from her throat in hoarse, wet sobs. "Deeper… crush me more…"
She wrapped her long legs around his waist, locking her heels to pull him even deeper against her. With each withdrawal of her husband, the void drove her mad; with each lethal thrust, absolute fulfillment obliterated her. Her Refined Body withstood the impact where other mortals would have passed out in seconds. Her internal muscles contracted brutally, milking his length in a visceral clash between the warrior's resistance and the god's insatiable hunger.
In the corner of the room, leaning against the wall, Yù Qíng watched the scene. The High Priestess crossed her arms, her black eyes gleaming with proud sadism as she watched the arrogant Brutal Blade whimper, drool, and beg under the possession of their shared husband.
In less than ten minutes, the first climax swallowed the younger sister. Nectar gushed abundantly as the walls of her cavern suffered violent spasms, squeezing his shaft like a vise. She whimpered loudly, her lips trembling and her breath failing:
"Ahh… I'm melting… husband… mnn…"
Zhì Yuǎn did not slow his pace. He licked her full lips and kissed her deeply again, devouring her strangled moans. The abundant nectar Yù Méi released was pure raw material. The god sucked that wet essence into his Singularity and began the forging.
Invert. Yin to Yang. Yang to Yin. The mill in his Inner Universe ground the pure essence with each collision of their physical bodies, the friction serving as the grindstone.
When Yù Méi reached her fifth consecutive orgasm, her nails drawing red trails across his broad back, Zhì Yuǎn reached his first limit. With a guttural growl, he sank to the base and discharged the first wave. The super‑dense seed spurted hot and thick into the girl's depths, filling her with the vitality of a supernova.
Yù Méi choked against his mouth, her eyes rolling back, intoxicated.
But he did not withdraw. His majestic shaft remained embedded in her, hard as forged iron.
He grabbed the girl's wrists with one hand, immobilizing her strong arms above her head, while his other hand gripped Yù Méi's sweaty hip, lifting her pelvis to alter the angle of invasion.
"You are mine," he whispered, his tongue tracing the lobe of her ear, a dirty, absolute possession. "Every drop of your sweetness belongs to me."
"I‑I'm yours… all yours… your woman…" she babbled, completely delirious with lust, sweat plastering her golden hair to her forehead. "Destroy me, husband…"
He began again. The thrusts were now crueler and faster, scraping directly against the most sensitive core of her inner walls. The sound of loud, wet slaps of skin on skin, gasping breaths, and the pungent smell of musk and ozone dragged through the room. Eighth orgasm. Tenth. Yù Méi wept with her mouth open, drool running from the corner of her lips, her body suffering uncontrollable tremors under his domination.
When the twelfth orgasm began to form at the base of the girl's spine, thick and inevitable, the metaphysical forging within Zhì Yuǎn reached its apex.
The ninth inversion was completed. The harvested nectar lost its volumetric density and finally transformed into the mythical golden, limitless Primordial Qi. At the same time, the insane friction brought him to his second consecutive climax.
"Qíng, observe the foundation," he ordered, his voice tearing through the fog of lust.
He dug his fingers into Yù Méi's sweaty buttocks and delivered the final thrust. The dense fire of the seed spurted again, flooding the girl's interior, as her twelfth orgasm exploded in a hoarse, strangled howl:
"AAAAAAH… ZHÌ YUǍN… mnn!"
But in that exact second of carnal collapse, Zhì Yuǎn used his Wisdom. Using the flow of the burning essence physically spurting inside her as a conductive bridge, he injected the purified, golden Primordial Energy directly back into his wife's body.
The Primordial Qi rose surgically, navigating through her entrails, heading straight toward the formless, invisible space below the Brutal Blade's navel. The impact was not physical; it was cosmic.
When the Primordial Qi collided with the nonexistent receptacle, it acted like a sledgehammer exploding the barrier of mortality itself. The energy detonated the invisible space from within, tearing the void violently. The excruciating pain of the metaphysical tear fused inseparably with the overwhelming euphoria of the brutal orgasm.
The eighth mortal stage was forcibly broken. The golden light of the Primordial solidified the edges of the newly born space, forging at her core a definitive, perfect dantian, sculpted by iron and fire by the hands and body of her husband.
The final sensory overload obliterated the warrior's nervous system. Yù Méi suffered one last colossal contraction, squeezing his shaft in a vise of delicious spasms, before passing out against the mattress. She was completely exhausted, her eyes rolled back, her arms limp, her swollen lips curved in a smile of pure, surrendered devotion.
A time later, Zhì Yuǎn withdrew slowly with a wet sound, his skin gleaming with sweat in the dimness. He looked at the woman melted beneath him, feeling the newly forged dantian pulse harmoniously in her lower belly, overflowing with the Primordial Qi he had deposited. The mortal limit had been broken, and the Furnace of the Flesh had proven, once again, its inestimable value.
The wet withdrawal of Zhì Yuǎn's majestic shaft awakened the girl, leaving a physical void that made Yù Méi's body shudder violently against the soaked silk sheets. The shiver was not only from the loss of that volcanic heat, but from the shock of reality.
She brought her trembling, pale hands to her own lower belly. Her skin gleamed with a thin layer of cold sweat, but just below her navel, where there had been only muscles and intestines, something new rested. It was not a dark void. It was a palpable, physical sphere that pulsed in a slow, golden rhythm. A perfect dantian. The eighth mortal stage, forged in a single go.
The Brutal Blade's breath faltered in short gasps. Her intimacy throbbed, her hyper‑dense walls still suffering residual tremors and contractions from the deep invasion and the multiple brutal inversions.
Zhì Yuǎn sat on the edge of what remained of the mattress. The exact second his weight adjusted, the solid cedar bed groaned agonizingly and cracked. It was not a sudden movement; it was pure gravity. With the absorption and forging of the Primordial Qi completed in that intimacy, the universe inside him had become conceptually denser, and his "existential weight" in the mortal world had increased overwhelmingly.
"You survived," the god's deep, velvety voice resonated in the dark room, his black eyes fixed on his wife's undone face.
Yù Qíng floated silently to the bed using the Floating Lotus Step, her dark robe swaying around her porcelain legs. The priestess knelt on the ruined sheets, the pungent smell of musk, nectar, and ozone intoxicating her senses. She showed no jealousy. The smile that bloomed on her lips was of pure fanatical adoration at the sight of her husband's work.
Yù Qíng's cold fingers pushed aside the golden hair plastered by moisture to Yù Méi's forehead.
"The clay yielded and did not break, little flower," Yù Qíng murmured, her voice dropping to a maternal, dark octave. She traced the purple, febrile mark that Zhì Yuǎn's teeth had left on the younger sister's neck. "Our heaven poured out the storm, and your soil finally found its own roots. Do you feel the foundation?"
"I feel it…" Yù Méi panted, her voice hoarse, her throat torn by the howls of pleasure she had released. Tears of exhaustion and relief ran from the corners of her almond eyes. "It's burning… but it's mine."
She tried to rise on her elbows, but her arms, forged to shatter bears and cultivators' bones, failed miserably. The girl collapsed onto her back again, her full breasts rising and falling noisily in the room's dim light.
The Untouchable Petal turned her face to look at Zhì Yuǎn. The man's sculpted chest was damp, his muscles relaxed, and his lethal length rested heavy and gleaming against his thick thigh, painted with the purified essence they had ground together. Her entire body tingled with possessiveness at the sight that she had survived his invasion without passing out or breaking.
"I wasn't useless, husband…" Yù Méi babbled, martial pride mixing with a shameful, needy submission. "I held your seed as deep as I could."
Zhì Yuǎn's large hand slid across the mattress and covered the warrior's lower belly, his warm palm pressing exactly over the region of her newly born dantian. The touch sent a thermal shock straight to Yù Méi's pelvis, making her bite her lips lightly as her wet little sister pulsed involuntarily, spilling another drop of thick nectar onto the sheets.
"You were the perfect receptacle, Méi," Zhì Yuǎn affirmed, unshakable. His calloused thumb brushed her damp skin. "Your space will no longer be a passive void. The energy we forged in the center of your body is now your own authority."
Yù Méi's heart raced. She brought her own sweat‑soaked hand and placed it over his, interlacing their fingers. The excruciating pain in the walls of her Yin cavern, stretched and scraped to the absolute limit by brutal friction, was already converting into a warm, addictive torpor.
She closed her eyes, a surrendered, exhausted, carnivorous smile shaping her swollen lips. The mortal filth was left behind. The Furnace had consumed her entirely, and the blade emerging from that bed was, finally, ready to tear the world alongside her god.
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