Wait a minute.... Wait a damn minute. Something is wrong here, Young Master thought for a moment. Your body is honest, it knows how to act and what it wants. Holy great sage of nine lands... Isn't this the dialogue uttered by the Male lead of utterly carnal scriptures that can only be read within closed quarters?

She is quoting the lines from 'The Art of the Bedchamber', a text banned in five major dynasties for its ability to corrupt even the most stoic of monks. She has studied. She has prepared.

Wait... Wait... Wait...

Doesn't it make her the Main character of this scene?

Young Master Wang's eyes widened, a realization dawning on him like the first rays of the sun breaking through the night sky. She was not seducing him; she was casting him in a role. A role from a script she had memorized, a script written in the ink of her own desires... No, he shouldn't act passively here. A lion is the one that usually hunts deer, not the other way around.

Nevertheless, she wasn't done yet. She was a woman who understood that the art of seduction was not a sprint, but a marathon—a slow, agonizingly beautiful unraveling of the soul.

She turned, presenting her back to him, a landscape of pale, flawless skin that seemed to glow in the dim light adding more to the depth and charm. Her waist was seductively narrow, a delicate stem that supported the heavy, ripe fruit of her hip, her back mountains like a perfect vision of peaches and plums, a sight that could make a stone statue sigh with longing.

She looked back over her shoulder, spreading her legs wider to reveal the soft pink flesh devoid of any mundane dust and soil, glistening with the divine nectar of her arousal.

Furthermore, the Yin flower was glowing with a soft pink hue, a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to call out to the Yang essence. It was a sight that could make a man forget his name, his cultivation, and his very reason for being. It wasn't a simple seduction art, it was demonic art. The clenching and unclenching of Jade Gate was sending a wave of pure invitation to flare the most prominent and dominant Yang.

"Son... Look at it," she uttered with a flowery tone, her voice a siren's song drifting on the wind. "It is weeping for you, seeking the warmth of harmony..."

She reached back, her hands parting the heavy globes of her buttocks, exposing the tight, forbidden star of her rear entrance and the dripping, swollen folds of her womanhood below.

"Come... Have a taste of it. Everything is for yours..."

Here words, her actions... Everything but demonic technique meant to hypnotize the brain and make your victim but a puppet to your desires.

Young Master Wang was almost overtaken by the pure primal instinct watching the soft wiggling of her large buttocks and glowing pinkness of her pussy. Lethal, very lethal...

Seeing the vitality return to Tianmo's eyes, Madam Lian felt annoyed but she wasn't a person to show it all over her face, she needed to change the strategy... He was almost under her control, but how much he suddenly regained his rationality...

Wait... What's going on?

She couldn't help but look at him with a blush... Her pussy clenching even tighter. Tianmo was glowing in an otherworldly ethereal light making him look majestic causing her to lose her rationality.

The blush spread through the tips of her ears as she was more attracted to him, like a moth to a light.

'What's going on? Why I have a strong desire to submit and lay bare my very soul... No, this is a demonic technique... He is using a demonic technique on me...'

She bit her lower lip until it bled adding more redness to her charm, yet, she couldn't free herself from the trance. The light emanating from him was not the cold, sterile glow of a spirit lamp, but the warm, devouring radiance of a sun that had swallowed the moon. It was the light of a predator who had no need to hunt, for the prey had already walked into the trap.

"Son... Annnggg!♡"

"Ahhh!.... Y-You..."

She couldn't think of words to speak. All she wanted to submit, a full-on submissive, she wanted to be his. Her legs trembled violently and just imagining him inserting his member into her most vulnerable yet most scared hole made her squirt.

"Nnnn... I can't... I can't... Ahhhh.... Don't look."

Clear gush of warm liquid sprayed from her core.

"Don't look? Ha, you are right in front of me, seducing, stripping and you dare say don't look!? Quite the hypocrisy..." Young Master stood up from his bed, his movements fluid and silent, like a shadow detaching itself from the wall.

"Your body speaks a language your tongue cannot comprehend. Look at you... Your body is so honest, it knows what it wants..." Tianmo uttered her own lines, after all, why not?

"Tell me how much you want my dick?" he asked.

D-Dick? How vulgar and barbaric ... Yet, the word, spoken in his deep, resonant voice, struck her like a lightning bolt, shattering the last fragile dam of her composure.

"I... I want it..." she stammered, her voice trembling, the words tasting like ash and honey on her tongue. "I want your... your rod. I want it to stretch me further and wider than your father ever could... to fill me, to break me open and rebuild me in your image."

She fell to her knees, not in prayer, but in surrender. Her eyes meet his rod...

It was magnificent. A monument of pure Yang energy, throbbing with a life force that seemed to pulse in time with her own racing heart. It looked ever more familiar being coated on her saliva... It was her. Yes, it is her time to enjoy.

She was drawn by it... She wanted to clean it even more, to mark each and every part of his pillar with her saliva. She opened her cherry lips, leaning closer...

"Mmm...♡" she moaned, her hands gripping his hips.

"So hot... So powerful... You are not a man, you are a dragon. A dragon who has come to claim his mate."

Women and their desire for a dragon mate... Well, let's just move on.

She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking with a ferocity that bordered on violence. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge, while her hands massaged the base, her thumbs rubbing the sensitive spot just below the crown. The wet, lewd sounds of her lips sliding up and down his shaft filled the room, truly a vulgar symphony.

"Slurp* Slurp* Mwaaaaa~..."

Her throat constricted around the intrusion, a wet, velvet vice that sought to imprison the invader. She had no gag reflex left, only a desperate, hollow need to consume him entirely. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, smearing the kohl into dark trails down her cheeks, ruining the elegant facade she had so carefully constructed. She looked not like a sophisticated madam, but a creature of pure instinct, debased and loving every second of it.

He could feel the tremors running through her body, the way her fingers dug into his thighs, not to push him away, but to anchor herself to the only source of stability in a world that had suddenly tilted on its axis... He refused to believe she had never sucked a rod before, women can lie so blatantly, or perhaps she was naturally talented at sucking.

"Enough," he rasped, his voice cutting through the wet sounds of her ministrations.

He tangled his hand in her hair, gripping the roots tight, and pulled her back. His shaft left her mouth with a loud, wet pop, a thick bridge of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the angry red head of his member.

She gasped for air, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed and unfocused, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and adoration that twisted his lips into a cruel smile.

"Do that again... Let me see your technique, this time shake your butt while you suck," Tianmo commanded.

She didn't hesitate. The command was a lifeline thrown to a drowning woman. She leaned forward, her lips parting to engulf the throbbing crown once more, but this time, she shifted her weight. Her knees dug into the floor, and her hips began to sway.

It was a hypnotic, rhythmic motion—a figure-eight that rippled through her spine and sent the heavy, fleshy globes of her buttocks trembling like mounds of jelly in an earthquake.

The movement was obscene, a display of primal 'fertility' that belonged in a temple of debauchery rather than the bedchamber of an immortality-pursuing family.

"Mmmph!♡ Mmm... Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!♡"

She moaned around the shaft, the vibrations traveling down the length of him, adding a layer of wet heat to the friction. Her tongue was a living thing, swirling and lapping, tracing the thick veins that mapped the geography of his masculinity.

Clap! Clap!

Her buttocks clapped softly against her heels with every bob of her head, the sound a lewd metronome keeping time to the wet symphony of her mouth. The sight was intoxicating—the arch of her back, the valley of her spine, the way her hair cascaded down like a dark curtain to frame the debauchery occurring at the other end.

Master Xuhan, who was watching with his divine sense couldn't help but grit his teeth, clenching his fist tight. He never knew his wife was a demoness, a seductress of the highest order.

Why? Why did someone else get to enjoy such submission of his wife, while he himself used to receive indifferent treatment? Heaven is unfair. The world is biased.

His face turned red in anger, unable to believe his wife would lower himself so much... Outrageous. Where is dignity? Nobility? Family teaching?

Guk* Guk* Guk*

She sucked him deeper and deeper, while fingering her own

entrance, her fingers moving in a circular motion, spreading the nectar that was dripping from her core.

"Mmmph!♡ Mmm... Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!♡"

Her saliva was gushing down her chin like a river, dripping onto the floor, creating a small puddle of her own making.

Truthfully, there were two puddle, given that, both her lips were dripping like a river, and the floor was soaked in her own making.

"Muuu... Uuuu.... Haaaaaaa~" She pulled back, gasping for air, looking up at him with submissive eyes. "How is it, son? Do you like it..."

Tianmo did not answer. Words were for the weak, for those who needed to justify their actions. He simply tightened his grip on her hair, the strands tangling in his fingers like dark vines. With a sudden, fluid motion, he pulled her upward, forcing her to rise from her kneeling position. Her legs, weak from the exertion and the overwhelming surge of Yang energy, buckled slightly, but he held her upright, his strength absolute.

"So impatient... Do you really want to shove your Dick into your father's wife?" She asked while cleaning the saliva from her chin with her arm.

"Nnnn...." Her very words made her feel orgasm, her body trembling violently as the taboo nature of her own confession washed over her like a tidal wave of ice and fire. To speak it aloud was to seal the pact, to burn the bridge of propriety behind her.

She grabbed his cock, feeling the warmth.

"B-Be gentle, okay. I don't think I can handle your length in a single go... It's so big, while your mother's hole is small..." She said with fear and blush, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.

"Do you want me to spread me legs wide, or do you prefer to claim me from behind? I am open to anything you want, my son."

His eyes narrowed, the pupils contracting into slits of molten gold. The question was not one of preference, but of submission. She was offering him the choice of how to break her, and in doing so, she had already broken herself. But... Thinking closely, from behind would be better.

"From behind," he replied.

"O-Okay..." She quickly positioned herself within the walls, raising her hips higher and moving them in a simple left-right circular motion, her buttocks jiggling like two ripe melons in a storm.

"Spread them," he commanded.

Her hands trembled weakly as she reached back, her fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh of her own cheeks. She pulled them apart, exposing the tight, pink ring of her entrance.

"Nnnnggg..." He gently rubbed the head of his member against the entrance, the friction sending a jolt of electricity through her nervous system, pushing her butt backwards to meet him.

Squelch!

The length easily entered her body, stretching the tight folds of her entrance until they were a mere memory of resistance. The sensation was not one of pain, but of a terrifying, all-encompassing fullness. It felt as though a mountain had been planted in her womb, displacing the very air she breathed.

"Ah! Aaaah!♡" She cried out, her head thrown back, her neck arching like a swan in distress. Her fingers dug into the wall, her knuckles turning white as she tried to anchor herself against the sheer force of his intrusion. "It's... it's too big! You're splitting me in two!!"

But Tianmo did not slow. He was a storm that had found its eye, and now he would unleash the gale. He gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh of her buttocks, marking her with the bruise of his possession.

Slap!

He couldn't resist himself from slapping her enticing buttocks, the sound sharp and stinging, echoing like a whip crack in the silent chamber. The flesh rippled under his palm, a heavy, yielding wave of softness that left a crimson handprint blooming against the pale canvas of her skin.

"Hnnghh!♡" She cried out, the pain mingling instantly with a surge of electric pleasure that shot straight to her core. Her hips bucked involuntarily, pushing back against his thrust, seeking more friction, more impact. Her vagina clenching around his shaft, the walls rippling like a living thing, melting his erection into her gentle feminine heat.

"Ahhhh... Ahhh! Ahhh..."

Young Master moved his hips slowly, pulling and pushing, ruining the property of his father. The friction was intense, a wet, squelching sound that echoed in the room like the beat of a primal drum.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

"Ahhh!♡ M-Masterrrrrrt... Annnghhh... Your rod... It's getting bigger... It's stretching... Hnnnn!!! Ahhh! Ahhh! Annghhh!♡"

Her voice was a broken sob, her body trembling uncontrollably in his grip. She felt like she was being split in two, yet the pleasure was so intense it bordered on the divine. Her inner walls, which had been milking him with practiced skill, began to spasm uncontrollably. The dual cultivation technique she had learned from the ancient scrolls was backfiring; the energy she was drawing from him was too pure, too dense. It was like trying to drink the entire ocean through a straw. It not possible.

"S-Son... I... I can't hold it... It's too much!♡ ahhh" she cried out, her nails digging deep into the obsidian wall, leaving light scratches.

Tianmo did not stop. He increased his pace, his movements becoming a blur of flesh and shadow.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"Then don't hold it."

He slammed into her with the force of hundred horsepower, his pubic bone grinding against her clitoris, sending shockwaves of electricity through her nervous system.

"KYAAAA!♡"

She screamed, her body arching like a bow, her toes curling so tight they cramped. The dam within her dantian, the barrier that had held her back, shattered under the onslaught of Yang energy and pleasure.

Boom!

Her mind ascended into the white space, the orgasm rippling through her body like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for air, her body convulsing in the aftershocks of the climax.

"Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahh... So big, so good... Ahhh!♡"

"Son!! Slap my butt harder... The harder you slap, the tighter my flesh get... Annghhh!♡"

She was a woman lost at sea, clinging to the only piece of driftwood in a storm of ecstasy. The pain was a sharp, stinging contrast to the dull, throbbing heat of her core, a dichotomy of sensation that short-circuited her mind.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Tianmo obliged, his palm descending like a hammer of judgment. The sound was wet and heavy, the flesh rippling like water disturbed by a stone. Her buttocks were now a deep, angry red, the handprints overlapping until they formed a crimson map of his ownership.

"Ahhh!♡ Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhh!♡"

"Son... Son... It's... It's too deep! You're hitting the door of my womb!♡" she shrieked, her eyes rolling back until only the whites were visible. "Your father... your father never reached this place! It's... it's forbidden!♡"

The mention of the father was the final nail in the coffin of her dignity. She was not just committing adultery; she was desecrating the sanctity of the Wang bloodline, and in doing so, she was elevating herself to a pedestal of depravity that no other woman in the family could hope to reach. Well, it's just what she thought.

"Oh! You like it?"

"Ahhhh!♡ Yes! Yes! I love it!♡" she screamed, the words tearing from her throat like a confession ripped from the soul of a sinner. "I love your big, thick rod destroying my insides!! Your father... he never made me feel like this! He never made me see stars!♡"

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Her hips bucked wildly, meeting his thrusts with a desperate, animalistic rhythm, the sound of flesh colliding with flesh echoing within the chamber. The scent of musk was everywhere.

"Son... Son... I'm going to... I'm going to... I am going to cul againnnnnn.... AHHHH!♡"

"NNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!"

She came again, her body convulsing so violently that she would have collapsed had he not been holding her up by the hips. Her inner walls clamped down on him with a force that bordered on painful, milking him with a desperation that was both humiliating and exhilarating.

"Annghhh!♡ Annghhh!♡ Annghhh!♡"

Her screams were a symphony of debauchery, a chorus of shame and pleasure that seemed to shake the very foundations of the chamber.

"Son... Son... I can't... I can't take it anymore!♡" she begged, her voice hoarse from screaming, her body trembling like never before, her legsalmost giving up. Her strengthened body and cultivation base couldn't keep up with his blazing Yang.

"I'm going to break! I'm going to shatterrrrrr!♡" she sobbed, her face pressed against the wall, her tears mixing with the sweat and saliva that had dripped down her chin.

"Aaahhhh!"

But layman's words were merely wind blowing through the grass; they held no power to halt the chariot once the horses had begun to gallop.

"Mmm... Y-You.... You are twitching. Do you want to cum?... Fufu~ good heavens... Cum deep inside your mother's womb. Hnnghhh!♡"

Her vagina was pulling him deeper, the pure natural instinct of taking dick, the primal urge to be filled, to be marked, to be owned by the strongest male in the room