Dual Cultivation: Omnipotent Villain with Reader System!-Chapter 74: Pure Dao, Pure Bloodline. Bless the sister.

A girl with a perfect body with a perfect smile. That’s Wang Ling’er.

Tianmo did not look surprised. His expression remained as calm as a still lake, reflecting the moonlight without a ripple. He had sensed her approach long before she opened the door.

He turned his gaze from the spent form of Liu Ruyan to his sister, who stood trembling at the threshold. Her blue lake-like eyes were downcast, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, yet her posture was resolute. She was like a white lotus daring to bloom in a field of blood and desire, against all odds.

"Come forth," Tianmo said, his voice low, resonating like a bell struck in a deep valley. It was not a request; it was a decree of the Dao.

Ling’er’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird seeking escape from the cage of her chest. Yet, she moved. One step, then another. The floorboards felt cold beneath her bare feet, a stark contrast to the scorching heat radiating from the bed. Nnn... She could feel a tingling sensation between her legs, wanting to tighten her thighs together.

As she approached, the temperature in the room plummeted. Frost began to creep along the wooden posts of the bed, delicate patterns of ice blooming like winter flowers. It was the manifestation of her Ice-Maiden Physique, reacting instinctively to the overwhelming Yang presence of her brother.

A maiden and predator.

She stopped at the edge of the mattress, her body trembling. The scent of raw sex and musk hung heavy in the air, intoxicating her senses, clouding her rational mind until only instinct remained.

"Kneel," Tianmo commanded.

Ling’er obeyed. Her knees hit the floor, the impact sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She looked up at him, her eyes watery with unshed tears of shame and anticipation.

"You look beautiful like that, sister," Tianmo murmured, his gaze tracing the curve of her neck, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. "Like a snow lotus waiting to be plucked."

"R-Really!?" The pink shade of her cheeks turned deep red reaching up to her ears.

He reached out, his hand large and warm against her cold, pale cheek. The collision was electric, like electrons leaping the gap between them. Ling’er leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut, a soft sigh escaping her lips. It was a gesture of submission, of surrender.

"Disrobe," Tianmo commanded, his hand falling away from her cheek, the warmth lingering like a brand.

Ling’er’s fingers trembled as they found the knot of her silk sash. The fabric whispered against her skin, sliding down her shoulders and pooling around her knees like melted snow. She wore nothing underneath. The cold air of the room bit at her heated flesh, causing her pale skin to prickle with goosebumps, her nipples hardening into tight, rosy buds.

She stood before him, bathed in the dim light of the chamber, a sculpture of ice and jade. Her body was slender yet soft, the curves of her hips and the gentle swell of her breasts accentuated by the ethereal glow of her constitution. The Ice-Maiden Physique was not merely a cultivation tool; it was a transformation that had purged every impurity from her form, leaving her skin as translucent and flawless as a glacial pearl. A true Jade maiden, simply a vessel of sin.

Tianmo’s gaze was heavy, a physical weight that seemed to press against her skin, tracing the lines of her form with the precision of a master calligrapher. He did not rush. In the Dao of dual cultivation, anticipation was the brush, and pleasure was the ink.

"B-Brother... Don’t look at me like that..." Ling’er stammered, her voice barely a whisper, her hands moving instinctively to cover her breasts and the sacred delta between her thighs. The intensity of his gaze felt like a physical touch, scorching her cold skin.

Tianmo’s eyes narrowed. "Remove your hands."

The command was simple, yet it carried the weight of an absolute law. Ling’er hesitated for a fraction of a second, her modesty warring with her devotion, before she slowly lowered her arms. She exposed herself fully to him, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm.

"Good," Tianmo said, his voice devoid of mockery, only a cold appreciation. "The body is a vessel of the Dao. To hide it is to hide the truth. You are beautiful, Ling’er. Accept it."

He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of her collarbone, then moving down to cup the soft mound of her breast, his hand, rough and warm, against her skin as cool and smooth as polished jade.

"Ahhh!♡" Ling’er gasped, a shiver running through her body. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of pure pleasure straight to her core.

Tianmo leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear. "Your skin is cold," he murmured. "Like ice. But beneath that ice... I can feel the fire."

He wasn’t wrong. The Ice-Maiden Physique had lowered her body temperature significantly, making her skin feel like a block of living ice. Yet, her blood was boiling, her internal organs burning with a heat that seemed to originate from her very soul.

He pinched her nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger.

"Hnnngghhh!♡" Ling’er cried out, her back arching, pushing her breast further into his hand. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that blurred the lines of reality. More and more celestial nectar descended from her jade cave.

Tianmo didn’t stop there. He leaned down and took her other nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the cold, hardened peak. The heat of his mouth was a shock to her system, a sudden burst of warmth that made her gasp.

"Ahhh!♡ Brother... that feels... so strange...♡" she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He sucked on her breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, marking her as his own. The dual cultivation technique began to circulate between them, the Yang energy from his body flowing into her, melting the ice of her Yin essence, creating a harmonious balance of fire and frost.

Liu Ruyan, still lying on the bed, watched with half-lidded eyes. She was too exhausted to move, but she couldn’t look away. Seeing her Master with another woman stirred a complex mix of jealousy and arousal within her. Before anything, she was overestimated and squirted again... But, she knew her place, though. She was a furnace, a tool. But watching the intimacy between brother and sister, a taboo so profound it made the air tremble, ignited a dark, voyeuristic amusement in her heart.

Tianmo released Ling’er’s breast, leaving a glistening trail of saliva on her pale skin. He looked up at her, his eyes glowing with a faint green light.

"Ann... Mm... Brother... Can you kiss me, I want to feel your kiss..." Her voice was a fragile thread, woven from the silk of longing and the steel of desperation. She leaned forward, her eyes fluttering shut, her lips parted slightly, waiting for the seal of fate to be pressed upon them.

Tianmo did not deny her request, he saw no reason to. He learned down and captured her lips, a collision of scorching sun and glacial moon.

It was not a gentle meeting of souls, but a violent clash of elements. His lips were searing, branding her cold flesh with a heat that threatened to consume her entirely. Ling’er melted against him, her body softening like wax under a flame, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer, as if she wished to fuse her very essence with his.

Ummmwaaaaa~

Mmmwaaaaa~

"Mmm... Mmmm...♡"

The sound of their kissing was wet and obscene, a rhythmic slurping that echoed in the silent room. Saliva bridged the gap between their mouths, a glistening silver thread that broke and reformed with each desperate movement of their lips. Tianmo’s tongue invaded her mouth, dominant and aggressive, exploring the cavern of her mouth with the authority of a conqueror claiming new territory.

All while, she moaned into his mouth, her tongue shyly meeting his, dancing a clumsy, passionate tango. She could taste him—a rich, dark flavor of thrill and power that intoxicated her senses, making her head spin. It was a taste of taboo, a forbidden fruit that was sweeter than anything she had ever known.

"Haa... Haa...♡"

When they finally parted, a string of saliva connected them, stretching thin before snapping. Ling’er panted, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed with a mixture of love and lust. Her lips were swollen and red, glistening in the dim light, marked by his possession.

"Brother... I... I want more..." she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want to feel you... inside me."

Tianmo looked at her, his gaze calm, yet burning with an intensity that made her shiver. He reached down, his hand trailing over her flat stomach, down to the soft mound of her womanhood. She was wet, her fluids leaking like a melting glacier, mixing with the frost that coated her skin.

"You are ready," he stated, his fingers parting her folds, exposing the pink, delicate entrance to her jade gate.

Ling’er gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily at his touch. "Y-Yes... Brother... I am ready... Please... take me... Make me yours...♡"

Tianmo didn’t hesitate. He positioned himself between her legs, his massive manhood pressing against her tight, virgin entrance. The situation was profound—his pillar of flesh, throbbing with Yang energy, against her small, innocent flower.

"This will hurt," he warned, his voice low.

"I... I don’t care." Ling’er cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I want it! I want all of you!♡"

With a slow, relentless pressure, Tianmo pushed forward.

"Annnnghhhhh!♡"

Ling’er threw her head back, a silent scream tearing from her throat as he stretched her wide. The pain was sharp, a tearing sensation that felt like her body was being split in two. But beneath the pain, there was a pleasure so intense it bordered on madness. Her Ice-Maiden Physique reacted instinctively, her internal walls clamping down on him like a vice, trying to expel the intruder while simultaneously craving to be filled.

Tianmo groaned softly, the sensation of her tight, cold walls gripping him like a velvet glove sending a jolt of pleasure through his own body. It was completely different compared to warm pussies. The clash of temperatures was simply exquisite, a novelty—her Yin frost cooling his Yang fire, creating a steamy mist that enveloped their joined bodies.

He pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he reached the barrier of her innocence.

"Brace yourself," he murmured. With a powerful thrust, he broke through.

Squelchhh!

"AHHHHHHHH!♡"

Ling’er screamed, her body arching off the floor, her toes curling tight. A sharp pain shot through her, followed immediately by a wave of overwhelming fullness. He was inside her. He was deep inside her. The realization made her dizzy.

"Anghhh! Ahhh!♡ It... It’s so big!♡... Ahh, haah, haah... Nnnn♡" Ling’er moaned, her voice broken.

"Brother... Kiss me again, kiss me... I want to feel you on both my lips at the same time..."

Tianmo obliged. He leaned down, capturing her lips once more, swallowing her sobs and moans. The kiss was a distraction, a balm for the pain, but also a seal of their union. His tongue danced with hers, a rhythmic duel that mirrored the movement of their hips below.

Mmmwaaaaa~

Ling’er melted into the kiss, her body softening like snow under the spring sun. The pain of her defloration was rapidly fading, replaced by a strange, stretching sensation that made her feel incredibly full, as if her very soul had been anchored to the earth by his presence.

"Haa... Haa...♡" She gasped, breaking the kiss, her chest heaving. "Brother... move... please...♡"

Tianmo did not need to be told twice. He began to move, his hips pulling back slowly, dragging his thick length along her sensitive walls, before thrusting forward again with a powerful stroke.

Squelch!!!

"Ahhh!♡" she cried out, her head falling back, her black hair spreading across the floor like a fan of ink. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure pleasure that shot from her core to the tips of her toes, her legs wrapped around his waist as he held her up.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

He set a steady rhythm, a slow, deep pounding that seemed to resonate with the beat of her heart. Each thrust was a declaration of ownership, a physical reminder that she belonged to him, body and soul, stretching her virgin, naive vagina to his shape.

"Anghhh! Ahhh!♡ Brother... you are... You are so deep!♡" she moaned, her hands clutching at his arms, her nails digging into his skin, but leaving no marks.

"Nnghhh! Ahh... Brother... You are reshaping me, molding me to fit you...♡"

Her voice was a broken melody, a high-pitched keen that rose and fell with the rhythm of his hips. She leaned closer and kissed him again, given that, she wanted to feel him in both of her mouths at the same time.

Ummmmm!!!! Mwaaaaaaa~

The kiss was a chaotic swirl of breath and tongue, a desperate attempt to merge their very essences. Tianmo devoured her whimpers, his left hand gripping the back of her neck, holding her in place as he ravaged her mouth with the same intensity he claimed her body.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

The sound of their joining was wet and loud, echoing lewdly through the chamber. The mist surrounding them grew thicker, a swirling vortex of steam born from the violent union of Absolute Ice and Supreme Yang. It was a phenomenon unseen in the Eastern Region for millennia—the legendary ’Frost-Flame Harmony’, a state where Yin and Yang did not merely mix, but annihilated and rebirthed each other in an endless cycle.

"Ahhh!♡ Haa... Haa... Brother! It’s... It’s too much! My insides are melting!♡"

She tore her lips away from his, her head lolling back, her eyes rolling up. Her tongue lolled out, saliva dripping down the corner of her mouth as her mind fractured under the pleasure. She was no longer the dignified young miss of the Wang Family; she was a creature of pure instinct, a female being conquered by the ultimate male.

"Well... You are tight, sister," Tianmo replied, his voice strained, the first sign of exertion coloring his tone. Her physique was not just cold; it was constrictive. Her walls were rippling around him like a living serpent, massaging his shaft with a suction that threatened to drain him dry.

He shifted his grip, grabbing her buttocks, his fingers sinking into the soft, cold flesh. He lifted her effortlessly, impaling her deeper onto his pillar.

"KYAAAAHHH!♡"

The sudden change in angle forced a raw, jagged scream from Ling’er’s throat. He was hitting a place deep inside her, a sacred gate that had never been breached, a spot where her nerves gathered like frightened birds.

"Ahhh!♡ Too deep! Brother, you’re... you’re crushing my womb!♡"

Her body went rigid, her back bowing into an impossible arc as the pleasure spiked into a sharp, blinding peak. Her internal walls were spasming uncontrollably, rippling along his length like a thousand tiny mouths trying to milk him dry.

Tianmo watched her face contort in ecstasy. Her eyes were rolled back, showing only the whites, her mouth open in a silent ’O’ before gasping for air. She looked broken, yet there was a perverse beauty in her ruin.

"Endure it," Tianmo commanded, his voice steady, cutting through the fog of her pleasure. "The Dao is forged in fire and ice. Do not break." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

He didn’t stop. He increased his pace, his hips moving like a piston, driving into her with a force that shook her very bones.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was deafening in the quiet room, a rhythmic drumbeat of primal mating. The sound of cultural harmony.

"Anghhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!♡"

Ling’er’s moans were no longer words; they were animalistic sounds, pure expressions of overwhelming sensation. She clawed at his back, she leaned, and planted a lot of kisses I his neck, sucking and biting.

"B-Brother...♡ nnn... I’m going to cum... I can’t hold it...♡"

Ling’er’s voice was a broken sob, her body trembling violently as the pressure within her built to a breaking point. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt—a cold fire spreading through her veins, freezing her soul while burning her flesh.

"Cum," Tianmo commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated against her chest. "Release your Yin essence. Let it merge with my Yang."

He slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his pubic bone grinding against her sensitive clitoris.

"MMMMMMMMMMM!♡"

Ling’er’s back arched into a perfect bow, her toes curling so tight they cracked. Her eyes rolled back completely, and her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as her body convulsed in the throes of a cataclysmic orgasm.

Woosh!

A torrent of fluid gushed from her jade gate, soaking Tianmo’s thighs and pooling on the floor beneath them. But this was no ordinary release. It was a crystalline liquid, glowing with a pale, ethereal blue light—the pure essence of the Ice-Maiden Physique. It was cold, colder than the winter winds of the Northern Plains, yet it steamed and hissed as it touched Tianmo’s scorching skin, creating a thick, semi-transparent blue smokey mist.

The energy exchange was violent. The blue light surged up Tianmo’s shaft, flooding his Dantian with a refreshing, icy current that clashed with his raging Yang fire. The two opposing forces swirled within him, creating a chaotic vortex of power that threatened to tear his meridians apart... But his meridians were highly powerful.

"Haah* Haah* Haah*" she panted hugging him right, her head resting on his shoulder. Her eyes were unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling, her mind still adrift in the sea of bliss. Her body felt heavy, her limbs weak, but a profound sense of peace settled over her.

"Brother... You also cum, Cum inside my pussy, fill my womb, Impregnate your sister with pure bloodline."