Press yourself upon her, and, unseen by ghosts and spirits and beyond the God's censure, deprive someone's wife of her chastity! What I'm telling you, Taoists, is no banality. Wouldn't you agree? It's a sin of lechery, yet the heart of the Patriarch did not recoil. It twisted, a knot of black silk tightening around his heart.

'What am I doing? I am falling into the pit created by the heart demon.'

Wang Xuhan's mind yelled, a desperate plea for sanity amidst the roaring tide of his own immorality, unable to comprehend the fact that he was almost pleasuring himself watching his wife offer her body. Blasphemy!

Yet, his hand did not stop. It moved with a frantic, jerky rhythm, the fabric of his trousers straining against the iron-hard length of his decent-sized member.

Wrong! Very wrong!

The friction of silk against skin was a sound only the Divine Sense could capture, yet to Wang Xuhan, it was louder than thunder, his spine shuddered in cold sweat.

The shame was a cold knife twisting in his gut, but the heat in his loins was a furnace that refused to be extinguished.

'Why?' he thought, his mind fracturing under the weight of the contradiction. 'I am the Patriarch. I am the head of this house. My wife is my property, my son is my blood. Yet, I stand here, a ghost in my own home, watching the two of them weave a web that will strangle me...'

He wanted to scream. He wanted to burst through the door, to strike the boy down for his insolence, to slap the woman for her treachery. But his feet were rooted to the earth, heavy as lead.

Because deep down, beneath the layers of virtue and family motto, there was a truth he had buried for decades. He was weak. Not in cultivation—he was a Soul Wandering realm expert—but in spirit. He had built a family on the foundation of survival, not love. And now, the foundation was shifting. All his 'attainments' were now for someone else to take.

..

Inside the chamber, Madam Lian did not beg. She did not plead. She just presented herself, a ripe fruit offered to the wolf.

"Is it wrong? Just think of the unachievable conquest of this humble woman. Gods and mortals have forever lived in different planes, but I, a mere mortal, wish to bridge the gap with my flesh."

Madam Lian's voice was a low hum, vibrating with a dangerous, intoxicating confidence. She did not look at him with the eyes of a wife seeking her husband's approval, nor with the eyes of a mother seeking her son's protection. She looked at him with the eyes of a predator who had finally cornered her prey.

She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her breast, the silk of her inner garment offering no resistance to the heat of her skin. She leaned in closer, whispering into his ears. "Someone is watching us... Let him watch how I am conquered by you."

Her words were a serpent's hiss, a promise of forbidden fruit that was both tempting and exciting. Of course, Young Master Wang sensed his Fathe's divine sense, but when he released his own... He was dumbfounded to see his father was watching them, however, he was not angry. Instead, he was pleasuring himself.

Disappointing.

His wife was seeking the warmth of another man, yet, all he felt was excitement. The green hat sat upon his head, heavy and suffocating, yet it felt like a crown of thorns that pricked his skin with a perverse delight.

"Son... What are you thinking? Look at this... You act nonchalant but your dragon is excited to taste the lotus of the forbidden valley."

Madam Lian was not-so virtuous within closed quarters far from the prying eyes of spirits and ghosts. She knew the rules of the game better than any scripture. Her soft glowing hand gently wrapped around the thick, pulsating heat of his masculinity through his silk.

"A man's body is honest," she uttered, her voice honeyed.

"It does not lie like the tongue, nor deceive like the eyes. It stands tall when it wants, and it throbs when it desires. You speak nothing, Son, but this... this speaks volumes."

She leaned closer, her breath hot against the lobe of his ear, carrying the scent of lily and jasmine, a fragrance of elegance.

"Annngggg!♡"

She moaned, a sharp intake of breath that was half-pain, half-ecstasy, as a tingling sensation moved through her body, spreading wingaling sensation throughout her veins. His erection was burning hot like that of a thousand suns, non-metaphorical but pure words. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Nnngh♡... My lotus is dripping wet, your father could never make me feel this way just by his presence alone." Her voice was loud, making it feel like she was speaking to certain someone other than Young Master Tianmo himself.

Xuhan, who heard this from his divine sense, was enraged. You slut, what do you mean by he, Xuhan, could never make her wet just by his presence? Lie. It is a blatant lie.

Women's heart are truly vicious, a shifting sand dune that changes shape with every gust of wind.

'She lies! I have made her wet! I have made her scream! I have filled her womb with the seed of the Wang lineage!'

But the memory of those nights felt distant, like a dream of a man who had woken up in a different life. Those nights were duty. Those nights were the maintenance of a family line.

He clenched his erection hard. He felt inferior thinking about it, anger swelling in his heart like a rising tide.

He wanted to go there and give her three slaps—One for lie, another for betrayal, and the third for the shame she brought upon his name. But could he really do it?

All while,

"Son... I have read a lot of literature including a few of carnal, immoral ones. Would you like me to worship you, clean your rod with my humble tongue... Even your father wasn't blessed enough to make me do such a thing."

Her voice was a carnal trap, weaving a narrative of her own degradation that was designed to shatter the last vestiges of his restraint, truly arts of words and poetry. Her hands continued to rub his member, a simple expression forming on her lips.

Beneath that cold expression detached from the world was a man who was willing to drown himself in sea of lustful sin. She understood him very well, the man who hid behind the mask of cold sophistication, the man who craved the forbidden but dared not touch it. He was just like herself in a sense, but now able to fully open himself.

She needed to awaken him.

"Son... Come touch me. Touch your mother's lotus, see how much nectar she is dripping for you... For a moment let's forget the world, just you and me, a man and woman, Yin and Yang, merging into one."

She leaned closer, kissing his neck, her lips lingering on the pulse that beat like a war drum beneath the skin.

Her hand slid down, past the waistband of his silk trousers, her fingers wrapping around the throbbing heat of his raw member. The sensation was electric, a jolt that seemed to bypass the mind and strike directly at the soul.

"Ah... So hot..." she whimpered, her fingers working the thick, veined shaft with a practiced, rhythmic friction that made the air in the room shimmer. "Look how big you are... Hnnnghh... Come let your mother see how much you have grown up."

She pulled the silk trousers down, the fabric sliding off his hips with a soft rustle, revealing the full, terrifying majesty of his manhood. It stood erect, a pillar of jade and fire, pulsating with a life force that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. The head was swollen, a dark, glistening crown dripping with pre-cum, the veins along the shaft bulging like rivers on a map of a war-torn land.

Madam Lian's eyes widened, not in fear, but in a ravenous hunger. She dropped to her knees, the silk of her robe pooling around her like a dark tide. She did not hesitate. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lap at the tip, tasting the salty, potent nectar of a man who had devoured the heavens.

"Mmm...♡"

The taste was intoxicating, a blend of iron and starlight. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking with a vacuum that threatened to pull the very soul from his body. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge, while her hands massaged the base, her thumbs rubbing the sensitive spot just below the crown.

"Slurp* Slurp* Mwaaaaa~... See, you are enjoying it... Your hips are moving... You are not a statue, you are a man. Just sit back and enjoy like an emperor, the service this humble concubine..."

She sucked him deeper, her jaw relaxing to accommodate the sheer girth of the pillar that threatened to choke her. The wet, lewd sounds of her lips sliding up and down his shaft filled the room, a vulgar symphony that seemed to mock the silence of the night outside. Her saliva was gushing down her chin like a river.

"Mmmph!♡ Mmm... Slurp!♡"

She was not gentle. She was a woman starved, devouring a feast she had been denied for a lifetime. Her tongue, agile and wet, traced the thick veins that pulsed against her cheeks, her eyes rolling back slightly as she savored the taste of his masculinity.

Outside, Wang Xuhan's breath hitched in his throat, a ragged, broken sound. He could hear it... Every wet slurp, every gag, every moan of pleasure that vibrated around his son's shaft. It was a sound he had never elicited from her. Never.

'How... how can she take so much?' he thought, his mind reeling. 'She never... she always said it was too much... she said it hurt...'

The lie was laid bare, stripped naked by the reality of her enthusiasm. She was not suffering; she was reveling. She was worshipping.

Inside, Madam Lian pulled back, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to the angry red head of his member. She looked up, her eyes misty with lust, her makeup slightly smudged, giving her the appearance of a fallen goddess, to the sea of ever lasting desire.

"Mwaaaaa~ So big... Mother can't take it all into her upper mouth... How about lower mouth?

"Lower mouth." A phrase so vulgar, so direct, that it felt like a slap across Wang Xuhan's face, yet his body betrayed him with a violent shudder of pleasure.

'Lower mouth...' Xuhan's mind echoed the words, a broken record skipping in a groove of depravity. 'She never... she never allowed me to enter without the lights dimmed, without the covers pulled high. She said it was the way of modesty. She said a wife must retain her mystery.'

Mystery? There was no mystery here. Only raw, unfiltered desire.

Inside the chamber, Madam Lian rose from her knees, the movement fluid and graceful, like a serpent uncoiling from its rest. She stood before Tianmo, her hands moving to the sash of her blue and emerald robe. With a slow, deliberate tug, the knot loosened. The silk parted, sliding down her shoulders like water cascading over a cliff, pooling at her feet in a heap of jade.

Her body was a masterpiece of mature fertility—voluptuous hips that flared out from a waist that was impossibly narrow, creating an hourglass figure that spoke of nothing but primal breeding.... Her breasts, heavy and full, sat high on her chest, defying gravity with their firmness, the pink areolas pebbled in the cool air.