"Mmmmm~"A faint, involuntary sound slipped from her lips.
While Feng Louchen remained lost in thought—questioning her Master's intentions, wavering between resistance and surrender—a subtle surge coursed through her meridians. It was a wave of lust, sudden yet restrained, pulling her sharply back into the present. Not overwhelming, but impossible to ignore, like ripples spreading across perfectly still water.
Her mind trembled.
She now stood at a crossroads.
Should she cooperate… or should she push him away?
Lestes, however, showed no haste.
He allowed her hesitation to linger, granting her the space to wrestle with her choice. He neither advanced nor retreated, merely brushing softly against her closed lips with his own, accompanied by the gentle tease of his tongue. Each subtle contact sent quiet waves of pleasure through her, slowly stoking the fire within.
As Feng Louchen drifted in a hazy daze, Lestes' hand had already begun to roam across her body. Every lingering touch sent delicate ripples of excitement through her senses.
His left hand cradled her head, keeping their lips perilously close, while the other explored her soft, yielding curves. The intimacy only deepened her turmoil, warmth blooming silently beneath her skin.
Feng Louchen found herself unable to defend against those sensations. One after another, they slipped past her guard—not through force, but through relentless persistence. Gradually, she steadied herself, gathering her scattered thoughts and forcing order upon the chaos.
In truth, it took no more than a single breath.
Yet to her, it felt as though countless years had passed.
Within that fleeting instant, hesitation, resistance, and confusion rose and fell again and again. By the time clarity finally returned, the moment had already slipped by—and Lestes had moved on with it.
His hand slid slowly upward from her thigh, lingering as it reached the sensitive, scarred place she guarded so closely.
"Mmm~"
When Lestes touched her there, his movements gentle—almost reverent—brushing softly through the fabric, Feng Louchen shuddered. The sudden contact sent a jolt through her, a mix of startled surprise and rising excitement stealing her breath.
Though Feng Louchen and Lestes had crossed this boundary before, that time neither of them had been fully conscious. Everything had been driven by instinct, tainted by the corrupting aura of the nine-headed serpent.
That was one reason Lestes now moved with such patience—giving her time to prepare for what lay ahead.
At the same time, he observed both his inner state and the changes around him, carefully gauging how lust was influencing everything.
At last, Feng Louchen lowered her guard and parted her lips, inviting him in.
This was no simple invitation.
It was an acknowledgement—her acceptance of Lestes as her Master, and her willingness to follow him.
"Mmmmmmm~"
Lestes seized the opening. His tongue slipped inside, meeting resistance before exploring further, deepening the connection.
This time, Feng Louchen did not retreat.
She responded.
Letting go of herself, she surrendered to the sensation, allowing the rising tide of lust to carry her along. enjoying each sensation, each coming wave.
Lestes' fingers moved gently over her through the thin barrier of fabric, slow at first, then gradually quickening, drawing soft, helpless reactions from her body.
After a few short breaths, they finally parted, both breathing heavily, their gazes locking—desire burning openly between them.
Then they kissed again.
This time, Lestes began to pull at her clothes, unhurried but firm. Feng Luochen reached for him as well, her fingers curling into his garments—only to pause. A flicker of hesitation crossed her mind. He was her Master; he could take whatever he wished from her, but she could not act recklessly without permission.
"Go on," Lestes said, noticing her pause.
The moment the words left his lips, her restraint shattered. With sudden boldness, she tore his clothes away.
Soon, there was nothing left between them.
Their bare skin brushed together as they kissed, warmth and desire mingling, every touch sending sparks racing through them both.
Lestes hand reached Feng Luo Chen's Scarred cave. She was already wet from earlier rubbing. Lestes first gently rubbed her two petals.
"Mmmm~" A soft moan escaped her mouth as Lestes's touched her petals, a strong wave of pleasure jolted her inside out.
With one hand, Lestes held her, pressing her lips down while kissing, arching on her back, while the other hand gently rubbed her petals.
Soon, she reached orgasm.
"Ahhhhhhh~ I am Cumminggggghhhhhh~" she arched her back.
Letes sits down, parting her legs, and he saw her scarred pink cave. Water was still dripping because of the earlier orgasm.
Feng Luochen felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as the place she guarded so carefully was now laid bare before Lestes. Heat rushed to her face, her cheeks burning red, yet she dared not voice a single word. She could only lower her gaze, her fingers curling unconsciously as conflicting emotions churned within her—shyness, vulnerability, and a faint, trembling anticipation.
Lestes, for his part, remained calm.
Though he had never truly engaged in intimacy before this awakening, his long journey through the world had exposed him to countless expressions of desire. He had encountered many who were ruled by lust and passion, observing them closely and, at times, lingering among them to understand their nature.
One such person was an old friend—someone deeply indulgent in desire. It was for him that Lestes had once created the Yin–Yang Fusion Art. In exchange, that friend had shared with Lestes numerous techniques related to dual cultivation—methods born not merely of pleasure, but of balance, control, and mutual resonance.
Thus, while Lestes lacked direct experience, he was far from ignorant.
He understood the body, the flow of desire, and the delicate line between restraint and surrender—knowledge earned through observation, exchange, and long contemplation rather than indulgence alone.
Now, he was finally going to put that knowledge into practical experience.
Lestes leaned closer, his intent clear—then stopped.
Instead of continuing, he lifted his gaze to meet Feng Luochen's eyes. His expression was calm, steady, yet unmistakably intense.
"Do whatever you wish," he said softly. "If you want to cry out, then cry out. Don't hold yourself back."A faint pause followed, his voice lowering."Enjoy it—fully."
With that single permission, the last invisible restraint around Feng Luochen quietly fell away—not of the body, but of the heart and mind. She was no longer bound by propriety, by hierarchy, or by the fear of being judged for her reactions. In this moment, she was allowed to exist purely as herself.
The encouragement to cry out was not indulgence, but acceptance. It told her that desire carried no shame here, that her voice, her responses, her vulnerability were neither excessive nor unwelcome. Whatever she felt, whatever escaped her lips, would be received without ridicule or punishment.
He encouraged her to abandon herself to the moment, to take as much pleasure as she wished. From his experiences, Lestes understood that women often held themselves back in such matters—not because they lacked desire, but because they were taught restraint, silence, and hesitation even in intimacy.
He did not want that for her.
What he offered was not indulgence alone, but permission—to feel without guilt, to respond without fear, and to embrace desire without holding any part of herself back.
Because his friend had once told him that dual cultivation was never meant to be an act of restraint or suppression. It was meant to be a path of liberation—of body, mind, and spirit—where both parties could shed their inhibitions and resonate freely with one another.
"Mm… ah~"A soft, broken sound escaped her when Lestes's tongue finally touched her petals.
The moment his attention settled on her, Feng Luochen's body reacted instinctively, a shiver running through her as warmth spread outward in slow, uncontrollable waves.
Lestes's tongue slowly moved, forming pattern 8. His movements were unhurried and deliberate, as if he were testing her responses, learning her rhythm rather than overwhelming her.
Each subtle motion drew her deeper into sensation, her breath growing uneven as she clutched at the sheets, awareness narrowing until nothing else seemed to exist.
Feng Luochen's hand moved on instinct, her fingers threading into his hair as she drew him closer, a soft, breathless sound slipping from her lips.
Sensing her response, Lestes adjusted his pace, attentive to every tremor of her body, every quiet reaction she failed to suppress.
"Mm~"
After some time, he parted those petals and a deep pink, beautiful abyss.
Without another thought, Lestes drove his tongue inside the pink abyss and started ravaging.
"Ahhhhhh~ " She screamed in pleasure as a strong wave ravaged her from the inside out.
"Ahhh~ yessss~ materrr Ahhh~ there Ahhhhh~"
Remembering Lestes' words from earlier, Feng Luochen finally stopped holding herself back. loosening the restraints she had wrapped around her own desires for so long. No longer did she suppress her reactions or temper her responses. She allowed herself to feel—fully and honestly—embracing every wave as it came.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh~ Yes Ahhh~ thereeee~ Ahh~" wave after wave flooded her mind.
Each sensation flowed through her unimpeded, her breath growing uneven as she surrendered to the moment. There was no hesitation now, no struggle for control. Only acceptance, and a quiet, overwhelming pleasure that left her senses spinning.
Lust was slowly beginning to take hold of her, seeping into her thoughts and dulling what little restraint remained.
Lestes tongue explored her sacred cave with no reservation, finding her weak points and attacking.
Ahhhhh~ Ahhhhhh~ mmm~
Her moan rang out, reverberating through the vast emptiness of the Fortune Cave.
Soon, she was nearing another orgasm.
"Ahhhhhh~ I amm~ about tooo cummmmm~" she screamed in pleasure
"Let go," she heard Lestes.
"cumminggggggg~ Ahhhhhhhhh~" A broken cry tore free from Feng Luochen as her body trembled, pleasure surging beyond her control. The sound echoed through the Fortune Cave, raw and unrestrained, carrying the weight of everything she had been holding back.