The Lustful Young Master starting with Holy Maiden.-Chapter 47: Ye Chen, The Cuckold.

He looked at Yi Xin Xue.

The woman he viewed as his master, his goddess, and now the concubine of the man he could never surpass.

Seeing her suck his Dao rod like that, it made his back hole itch.

She sat there with elegance, those cherry lips faintly swollen from worshipping Zhao Fan’s rod, her robe disheveled yet totally dignified like a true immortal, never to be corrupted by mortal filth.

Her aura, which was once cold as a mountain’s peak, now exuded the gentle warmth of a serene lovely woman.

He understood that he had never known her, he had never known her true inner-self, this wasn’t the fairy master that was in his mind, it was his second time seeing this, yet he still believed her to be pure, untouched by mortal sins.

It made his heart feel like being stabbed by a strange sharpness, tears dwelling in his eyes of suppressed emotions, yet he liked that pain, the loneliness, the heartbreak, he liked it all.

The emotional and psychological pain made him alive.

He closed his eyes, inhaling the scent in the air, of the incense, sweat, and nectar.

It stabbed him like needles made of longing, nevertheless, he welcomed it.

His voice came low, softer than breath, like something born of incense smoke.

"My heart hurts... yet I love this pain... "

Yi Xin Xue turned slightly as she heard his words.

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She doesn’t like him, not at all, Ye Chen is disgusting, shoving his fist up his hole, which is very disgusting.

She has nothing to do with him, they are like trees and leaves, apart forever.

He opened his eyes again. His pupils trembled not with tears, but with fragile light.

Alas, another person who heard this was Zhao Fan.

Tch, Tch, Tch,

A sinister smirk curled upon Zhao Fan’s lips, dark as midnight ink upon ancient white silk.

Zhao Fan’s hand rested lazily atop Yi Xin Xue’s head as she moved in perfect rhythm, lips sliding over his rod like the tide brushing stone.

It wasn’t in a hurry, keeping it precise, as though the act itself was cultivation.

Her tongue swept the base, his girth pulsing against the roof of her mouth, his breath low and indifferent, focused not on release but control.

Above, Ling’er’s thighs tensed, Zhao Fan had not spoken to her once, yet her body obeyed on its own.

Her hips rolled in a slow circle, and her breath caught between sobbing and moaning.

Slick nectar trailed down his cheeks, his tongue flicking deeper, pressing into places only he knew how to reach, but it is to be granted since, he is the only one who have explored her.

Nonetheless, what a naughty woman...

On the room’s edge, Ye Chen finally shifted from normal sitting with a tired body, his joints moved stiffly, as though his bones remembered pride while his heart had already shed it.

He got up to his knee, not technically bowing nor crumpled, but just upright position, like a servant of his own mind and nature.

Zhao Fan’s eyes, half-lidded beneath the swell of Ling’er’s hips, opened slightly just enough to see him.

...

"You there, kneel!... Zhao Fan’s voice like thunder echoed through the room.

Ye Chen’s shoulders tensed, his hands pressed into the floor, getting on his four like a dog subconsciously.

"Nice, now bark... If you do well, this Zhao shall reward you," Zhao Fan added.

"Woof! Woof!..." Ye Chen barked like a little dog starving for days, hoping for food.

Zhao Fan said nothing more.

A cold smirk flickered at the corner of his mouth.

Only the sound of Yi Xin Xue’s lips working, her tongue gliding beneath the ridge of his crown, filled the space between them.

Shlurrp* Shlurrp* Mmm*

She did not pause, not even when Ye Chen’s bark came, yet she couldn’t help but question the choice of Young Master in her heart.

Nevertheless, her alliance is with Young Master, thus, it’s better not to open her mouth for words and only open to serve.

After a few more hard work of her mouth, moving up and down like the painting of Himiliyan mountains, Zhao finally released his essence into her lotus gate.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

As the sticky torrent surged forth which was hot and relentless, it struck the back of her throat like thunder echoing through a deep valley.

Mmmmm!!! Cough*

Her eyes widened, both from surprise and a trembling joy, as if a storm of immortal dew had descended into her sacred vessel.

She tried to take it all, every last drop, her throat tightening like a jade flute fighting to hold a waterfall.

But the flood was too vast.

A stream escaped the corner of her lips, sliding down her chin like fallen nectar from an overfilled blossom containing milk.

Yet she did not flinch, only swallowed again and again, as if by devouring him whole she might etch her name upon his soul.

I must not waste even a breath of him...

Her heart pounded, her spirit quivered, and as she gasped softly through her nose, the shame of her failure warred with the bliss of her offering.

At that moment, she did not know whether she was drowning or ascending, but she knew that she belonged nowhere else but here, to experience the warmth of a man, of young master Zhao.

"Muuuu... haaaaaaa~"

She pulled back with complete satisfaction, lips still tinged with that white sticky dew.

She had offered devotion.

In the sacred scriptures of the Cultural Dao, the decree issued by the Cultural Holy Land, it is clearly written that,

When a fairy opens her lips to receive a man’s flame, the Dao mandates, that her Yin Garden must in turn be blessed, else the man is deemed barren of spirit, and the Cultural Dao shall close their gaze to him, unless it’s a early morning jade pillar worshipping ceremony.

...

Swoosh~

With the gentle breeze of his aura, Holy maiden’s body lifted in the air, like a leaves flying in spring wind

Zhao Fan stood up, standing proud, his big dragon still ready for more action and exploration.

"Kneel. On all fours," he said, his voice cold yet calm, yet it carried the weight that even a star can’t defy.

"Turn your peaches to me... Lift your hips higher,"

Each word struck like a divine decree, and both women did as told, getting on four, lifting their hips higher, and showing their peach to Zhao Fan.

"Hehe, Ye Chen, This Zhao shall honor you with choice, tell me among these two women, which woman shall be blessed with my celestial rod," The voice as cold as ice rang across Ye Chen’s mind.

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