"N-Nephew... I..." Biyue's voice trembled, the well-thought out lines dissolving on her tongue. She took a step forward, the scent of the Dragon Yang Incense rising from her skin, a sweet, cloying floral musk that usually drove men mad with desire. "I merely thought... a cultivator's path is lonely. The body seeks warmth to balance the Yin and Yang..."
"Stop."
The single word was a heavy blow, cutting through the thick air. Tianmo finally turned his head. His eyes, glowing with that terrifying, abyssal green light, locked onto hers.
"You reek of desperation, Aunt... That's now how you should behave..." Tianmo said, his voice smooth, lacking any jagged edges of anger, only a terrifying, clinical calm. "And cheap incense..."
Biyue froze, her breath hitching in her throat. "I... I don't understand..."
"You think you are a hunter entering the forest," Tianmo murmured, descending from the lotus. His feet touched the ground without a sound. He walked toward her, his movements like that of a predator. "But you are merely a moth fluttering its wings, believing it can extinguish a star."
He stopped inches from her. The difference in their presence was suffocating. His thick masculine scent, mixed with the cold fragrance of spiritual herbs, overpowered the expensive incense she had applied, rendering her efforts pathetic. Truly bottom-tier pathetic.
"Look at you," Tianmo uttered, his voice like velvet rubbing against raw nerves. He reached out, his fingers trailing down the side of her face, not with affection, but with the curiosity of a man inspecting a piece of livestock. "Seventy years of life, yet you stand here, trembling like a maiden caught stealing glances at a deity. Is this the dignity of an Elder's wife?"
Biyue's knees buckled. The shame was a hot poker in her stomach. "I... I am not trembling from fear, Nephew. I..."
"Silence."
His hand moved lower, tracing the frantic pulse in her neck. He didn't squeeze; he simply rested his thumb against her throat, a silent reminder that her life flowed beneath his touch.
"You despise your mediocrity, don't you?! You hate how others have suddenly awakened a better spirit don't you... Life feels unfair, everything feels dull... It's just everything seems to be going against you, suppressing you, making you feel like you are drowning in a swamp."
Biyue's breath got stuck on her throat, her eyes widening as Tianmo's words stripped away the layers of her composure, leaving her soul bare. It was as if he had reached into her chest and squeezed her heart, forcing the dark, ugly truth she had buried for decades to spill out.
"You... you know nothing," she whispered, though the denial was weak, brittle like thin ice over a deep abyss.
"Indeed, I never claimed to know everything... I am merely a young foolish brat opening his mind to comprehend the vastness of the sky and the greatness of Mount Tai," Tianmo responded, his tone mocking yet dangerously soft.
He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over her ear, sending a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold.
"The Dragon Yang Incense... a crude tool for a crude mind," Tianmo whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of her ear. His voice was a low, dark vibration that seemed to bypass her ears and resonate directly in the marrow of her bones.
"Did you truly believe this cheap trick could work on me... If you had tried a better method, I would have given credit to you but this... It's disappointing. Let me guess... You thought that if you lit the fire, I would become a beast in heat, unable to control myself, and then you could play the role of the virtuous aunt who sacrificed her body for the family's stability... Is that it?"
"Let's say even if you succeeded then what... Do you truly believe it would make a difference?" He bit her earlobe, hard enough to sting, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
"You think a single night of spreading your legs would elevate you from a fifth-grade waste to a peerless immortal? That is the logic of a fool, Aunt. You are not trading your body for resources; you are merely trying to rent a dignity you never possessed."
Biyue's legs gave out completely. She fell to her knees, her hands resting on Tianmo's thighs to keep from collapsing entirely. The carpet was soft, but the humiliation was hard and jagged.
"No... Y-You got it wrong, I-I just wanted to..." Biyue stammered, her voice cracking under the weight of his scrutiny.
"Shush! Let's think logically... You want Spirit upgrade fruit don't you, after all, that's the only reason for you to seek me."
"Y-You... How do you know?!" She asked, her voice trembling.
"Another disappointing question... Does it really need to be asked?! You have cultivation resources, so, what's lacking?! What I can provide... It's basic logic."
Tianmo's hand moved from her neck to her chin, gripping it firmly, forcing her to look up. His eyes were swirling vortexes of green, devoid of warmth, yet terrifyingly magnetic.
"You are transparent. Like a shallow stream where every pebble on the bed is visible..." With a wave of his hand, he pulled out a spirit upgrade fruit from thin air.
The fruit glowed with a mesmerizing, pulsating light, its aroma thick enough to intoxicate any cultivator.
Her pupils dilated, fixated on the fruit. It was the object of her obsession, the key to the shackles that bound her potential. The desire that flared within her was raw, undeniable, unquestionable.
"Want it?" Tianmo asked, his voice a silken thread pulling at her resolve.
"Y-Yes..." she breathed, the word escaping her lips before she could check it. "Please... Nephew... I beg of you."
"Then earn it."
Tianmo let go of her chin and stepped back, sinking onto the edge of the bed. He didn't remove his robes; he simply sat there, one leg crossed over the other, his posture relaxed yet radiating an overwhelming dominance.
"Make me excited... Prove your worth, I shall offer you seven minutes," Tianmo said, his voice devoid of any urgency, as if he were merely testing a new sword rather than commanding a woman.
Biyue's heart began to beat violently against her ribs like a trapped bird. Seven minutes. It was an insult, a timeframe barely sufficient for a novice, yet it was the only lifeline thrown into the abyss of her mediocrity.
She swallowed the lump of humiliation that threatened to choke her. Logic dictated that pride was a luxury she couldn't afford. If she had to debase herself to ascend, then she would do it with the grace of a queen walking to the guillotine.
She crawled forward, the movement fluid and practiced, her knees sinking into the plush carpet. She stopped between his legs, her hands resting on his knees. She looked up, her eyes shimmering with a concoction of unshed tears and dark, simmering lust.
"Nephew... This Auntie will show you... that experience outweighs mere talent," she whispered, her voice dropping an octave, becoming a husky purr.
She reached for his sash, her fingers trembling slightly as she undid the knot. The fabric fell away, revealing the sculpted expanse of his abdomen. She leaned in, pressing her lips against the skin just above his navel, her tongue darting out to taste the salt and the faint, metallic tang of his Qi.
"Haaa...♡"
She felt his muscles tense beneath her touch, a reaction she latched onto with desperation. She trailed kisses downward, her hands sliding up his thighs, her nails digging lightly into the fabric of his pants.
She could feel him, the heavy, dormant heat radiating from his center. It was intimidating, a pressure that made her own womb clench in anticipation and fear. The sheer vitality was overwhelming.
With a swift motion, she tugged his pants down. His member sprang free, thick and imposing, standing at attention like a pillar of jade, hitting her jaw.
"Nnn..."
The sight stole her breath. It was beautiful, terrifyingly so, veins tracing intricate patterns along the shaft, the head flushed with a dark, angry hue. It was big, thick, and full of vigor.
Completely different compared to her husband—Small, thin, and one time use. No offense to him tho. He did his best.
Biyue wrapped her hand around the base, her fingers barely able to encircle his girth.
"Nephew... You are so big, much bigger than your uncle..."
She leaned in, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the bead of precum that had gathered there. It was salty, bitter, and intoxicating.
Chuu...♡ Slurp... Slurp!
She took him into her mouth, her jaw stretching to accommodate his size.
She didn't rush; she focused on technique, using her tongue to massage the sensitive underside while her hand worked the base in a twisting motion.
She had spent years studying the arts of the bedchamber, treating them as seriously as any cultivation manual. Now was the time to prove that her study was not in vain.
"Mmmnnn...♡ Nngh...♡"
She bobbed her head, her movements rhythmic, her saliva coating his length in a glossy sheen.
She looked up, watching his face through her lashes. His expression was still impassive, his eyes half-lidded, but she saw the flicker of sensation in the tightening of his jaw.
She needed more. She needed to break that mask.
She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
She took a deep breath, then deep-throated him, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. She suppressed her gag reflex, a technique she had mastered long ago, and swallowed.
"Guuuh...♡"
The vibration of her throat around his head drew a low, guttural sound from Tianmo. It wasn't a moan, but a hum of acknowledgment. It was a crack in the armor.
Biyue's heart soared. A feeling of achievement rose in her heart, completely unaware she was but a puppet working as the person before her deemed fit.
Feeling she had accomplished something she redoubled her efforts, her head moving faster, her hand squeezing tighter. After all, the best way to win a man is by taming his "little brother"
She used her other hand to cup his heavy sack, massaging it gently, rolling the orbs within her fingers.
"Slurp...♡ Chuu...♡ Haaah...♡"
The sounds were lewd, echoing in the silent room. She was a mess, tears streaming down her face, ruining her makeup, her hair disheveled from head movement but she didn't care.
She was a woman possessed, her movements a desperate, fluid dance of flesh and desire. Her tongue, wet and agile, traced the throbbing veins of his shaft like a map to salvation, while her hand worked the base with a twisting, corkscrew motion that milked him for every drop of reaction.
"Haaah...♡ Nngh...♡ M-more...♡"
She moaned around his length, the vibrations traveling through the sensitive skin, a tactic designed to shatter the last of his restraint. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, the heat radiating from his core scorching her lips.
It was a vitality far beyond what her husband possessed—a dragon's breath compared to a dying candle.
But Tianmo remained still. He watched her with the detached interest of a scholar observing an insect struggling in a puddle. His breathing remained even, his pulse steady.
The only sign of life was the slow, rhythmic twitching of his cock against her tongue—a biological reflex, not a loss of control.
Five minutes left.
Biyue's eyes widened in panic. She could feel the time slipping away like sand through her fingers. Her jaw ached, her knees were bruised, and her pride was in tatters, yet the mountain before her remained unshaken.
Think, Biyue. Think!
No... The fruit is right there, you can't lose it.
She pulled back, gasping for air, strings of thick saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening tip. Her eyes were red, rimmed with tears of exertion and frustration. She looked up at him, her gaze pleading, yet filled with a cunning resolve.
She realized then that physical skill alone was not enough. Tianmo was not a man driven by simple lust; he was a creature of power, of dominance. To excite him, she had to offer him something that no other woman could—total, absolute surrender wrapped in the guise of forbidden conquest.
She stood up, her legs trembling. With shaking hands, she undid the sash of her robe, letting the silk slide down her body. It pooled at her feet, leaving her naked in the dim light of the room.
Her body was a masterpiece of mature allure. Her skin was pale, glowing with a faint sheen of sweat.
Her breasts, though not as massive to a point of H-cup, were perfectly shaped, sitting high and firm, capped with pink, erect nipples that hardened under his gaze. Her waist was slender, curving out into hips.
"Nephew... See this... This is my pussy... Your uncle's possession, the vessel of his dignity..."
She spread her legs, her fingers sliding down her stomach to part the glistening folds of her womanhood. The flesh inside was a deep, flushed pink, already wet and quivering, pulsing with a life of its own.
"It's yours to take... To ruin. Steal it from him, Nephew. Make it yours. Isn't that the ultimate conquest? To take what belongs to the man who calls himself your elder?"
She stepped closer, straddling his lap, her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thighs. She reached down, gripping his shaft, guiding the massive, angry head toward her entrance.
"Look at it... It's weeping for you...♡"
She rubbed the tip against her clit, her hips rolling in slow, agonizing circles. The friction sent jolts of electricity through her nerves, drawing soft, breathless whimpers from her throat.
"Ahhh...♡ It's so hot...♡"
She positioned him at her entrance, the thick head stretching her wide, threatening to tear her apart. She didn't lower herself yet; she hovered there, teasing him, letting him feel the wet heat of her desire, the tightness of her refusal to close.
"Do you feel that, Nephew? This is a married woman's flower... Forbidden fruit… NNNNGG… do you want to break your aunt, the woman married to your uncle?"
She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her lips hovering inches from his. Her eyes were dark, swimming with a mix of fear and a twisted, exhilarating submission.
"Break me… stretch me, make my pussy adjust to your length♡… let me feel alive… mmm"
With a guttural moan, she sank down.
"AAAAHHH!♡"
The scream tore from her throat, raw and primal. It felt like a red-hot pillar of iron was being driven into her body, splitting her open. The stretch was immense, a burning sensation that bordered on agony, yet beneath the pain lay an ocean of pleasure so dense it made her head spin.
"Guuuuhhh...♡ S-So big...♡ I-It's tearing me apart!♡"
She impaled herself fully, taking him to the hilt, her ass resting against his thighs. Her inner walls clamped down around him involuntarily, spasming as they tried to accommodate the impossible intrusion.
She froze, her body trembling violently, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her stomach bulged slightly, the outline of his cock visible against her pale skin.
"N-Nephew... Ahh, you are stretching your married aunt's vagina to its limit...♡" Biyue gasped, her voice a ragged whisper torn between pain and ecstasy.
Her body was trembling uncontrollably, her inner walls spasming around the massive intrusion, desperately trying to accommodate the sheer girth that was splitting her open.
"Tell me... How does it feels?! How does it feel to reach into someone else's wife compared to her own husband?"