"Ahhhhhh~ ahhhhhhh~" Feng Luo Chen screamed in pleasure as water gushed out of her scared cave.
Lestes did not absorb it.
What Feng Luochen released was pure Yin Qi, and for him, taking it now would be neither beneficial nor wise. He was already standing at the very peak of the ninth layer of the Qi Condensing Realm. Advancing further was not a matter of haste, but of precision.
He had no intention of forcing a breakthrough.
Power gained too quickly was unstable. After every advance, traces of corrupt aura inevitably lingered within the body—subtle, insidious remnants that could not be ignored. If left unrefined, they would accumulate, warping the foundation and turning future cultivation into a hidden danger.
Lestes had learned this lesson long ago.
Rather than greedily devouring Yin Qi, he chose restraint. He allowed the energy to disperse naturally.
Her legs trembled, refusing to support her any longer, and she would have fallen if not for Lestes' firm hold catching her mid-step.
Lestes met her gaze and immediately saw it—the lingering haze in her eyes, desire still flickering beneath the surface, unsteady and unfocused. It was not merely lust born of emotion or sensation. He recognised it for what it truly was.
He had seen that same look before.
Ling Xingyue's eyes. Ning Wan'er's. Xiao Linger's as well.
Back then, he had noticed the surface emotion—desire, confusion, loss of restraint—but he had failed to grasp its true source. He had dismissed it as a weakness of will or as a natural response to circumstance.
Now, he understood how wrong he had been.
This time, Lestes was observing everything with painstaking care—every fluctuation of aura, every shift in breath, every subtle change in expression. With that clarity came recognition.
The same gaze, the same unnatural pull, the same quiet erosion of control.
It had never been a coincidence.
It was the corrupt aura.
Previously, it had leaked from him unnoticed, blending into the exchange and quietly influencing those around him. But now that he was aware—now that he was watching every change taking place within and between them—he could no longer ignore the pattern.
What he once overlooked, he now saw with unsettling clarity.
During the dual cultivation session, traces of a corrupt aura seeped out of his divine realm unknowingly, carried along the flow of energy between them. Though subtle, it was insidious, capable of quietly amplifying desire and dulling restraint.
Feng Luochen was standing at the edge of that influence.
She had not yet lost herself, but she was close—close enough that instinct was beginning to outweigh clarity. Lestes could tell. Her breathing, her gaze, the way her body leaned ever so slightly toward him—all of it spoke of a mind struggling to remain its own.
Feng Luochen steadied herself, then rose and leaned in, pressing her lips to Lestes' once more. Lestes responded immediately, meeting her kiss with equal intent.
After a moment, they parted.
Lestes stood up, and Feng Luo Chen was on her knees; Lestes's little brother stood proudly, hovering over her face.
It was long and thick, massive. When Feng Luo Chen saw it, she was shocked. Glaring at it, she thought, 'Would this thing go inside my hole? How would I take it inside? It's so big and thick'
She was in a haze when she suddenly remembered.
'No, it already had been inside me once,' she remembered their first session, I took such a thing whole inside me'
During their first session, both of them had been shrouded by the corrupt aura. Their minds had been dulled, their awareness fractured, leaving instinct to act where clarity should have been. What remained afterwards were only broken impressions—blurred sensations, disjointed emotions, and memories so faint they could barely be called memories at all.
At the time, Feng Luochen did not remember details. The experience existed only as a hollow echo in her mind, something felt rather than recalled.
Only now, with her consciousness intact, did the weight of that realisation settle in.
A rush of excitement washed over her, followed closely by anticipation so intense it made her chest feel tight and her mind spin.
She lifted her gaze to Lestes' face, only to find him already watching her. He did not rush her; he waited, calm and patient, allowing her to gather her thoughts.
Without a word, she reached out, her hand moving with hesitant resolve. Though her heart raced, she was not completely ignorant of such matters; friends who had already found Dao companions had spoken freely, sometimes teasingly, about intimacy between cultivators.
Remembering their words, she steadied herself.
Her fingers closed gently, testing, uncertain at first. Then, growing more confident, she moved with slow, tentative motions—careful, exploratory—her focus fixed on his reaction rather than her own doubts.
The skin surface was dry, too smooth; she spat on it, each stroke sent pleasure, but Lestes didn't show any expression of pleasure.
Looking at Lestes composed expression, the hesitation in her eyes disappeared, and Feng Luo Chen parted her lips. She stretched her tongue and licked the head of Lestes hard rock rod, a pleasant sensation ran through Lestes.
Instinctively, he smiled at her. Feng Luo Chen saw this, and a pleasant sensation rose inside as she felt relieved, because her master, Lesstes, was happy with her service.
This time, she took her head inside her mouth, her tongue curled around, moving up and down, coating every part in her saliva.
Lestes Insticived reached out and grabbed her head. He started moving the drill inside her mouth, then took out his rod from her mouth, with each stroke going deeper.
Lestes observed and enjoyed every wave of pleasure carefully; on the other hand, Feng Luo Chen let Lestes use her mouth, however he wanted, with each stroke reaching deeper, pleasure clouding her mind, letting his rod overwhelm her, water drops speeped out from her cave.
Lestes increased his pace and length with each fleeting breath. Feng Luo Chen was enjoying Lestes length that reached almost down her throat.
"mmmmmm~ mmm~" she moaned softly when Lestes finally sholved his full length deep down in her throat.
His hot, hard rock rod inside her warm throat was melting slowly, sending a powerful pleasure wave. The sensation surged higher and higher, until even he couldn't contain it. Lestes groaned, the sound rough and heavy with desire, as the moment swallowed them both.
Her throat tightened on instinct, responding without thought or restraint. In that fleeting moment, Lestes felt as though his very essence was being drawn out, as if soul and breath were slowly dissolving together. Never in his life had he experienced such an overwhelming sensation, so deep, so consuming, that even his will wavered beneath it.
Though this was not Lestes's first experience of such closeness, it was the first time his perception was so exquisitely sharpened. Every minute movement, every faint rise and fall of sensation, passed clearly through his awareness, as if nothing could escape his senses. What he brushed against was merely a trace—one part in ten thousand of what could be called true pleasure—yet even that trace carried an undeniable power.
Desire surged like a sudden tide, pressing in on his mind and spirit. For a moment, lust threatened to overwhelm him, flooding his thoughts with raw sensation. Still, Lestes did not lose control. His heart remained anchored, his will unmoved. After all, this was only the most superficial form of pleasure, too shallow, too weak in essence for Lestes, since he could only feel one of ten thousand true pleasures.
Lestes enjoyed the heavenly pleasure of deep throat for a while before he choked Feng Luo Chen.
caugh* caugh* caugh*
Breathe heavily, but face felt with a smile, this smile was because of the pleasure she felt while deep throating, Lestes.
She wanted Lestes to cum, but the whole time, Lestes held back firmly as he remembered his friend's word, 'during union, the heart must remain tranquil; excitement invites loss of control.'
"This was amazing," Lestes complimented her, as he remembered, his friend's word 'after pleasure is shared, one must not forget to appreciate beauty.'
Feng Luo Chen's face flushed red in embarrassment.
"Ready for the main course?" Lestes asked.
Feng Luo Chen saw Lestes hot, hard, long and thick rod. Heat rose to her cheeks, then drained away just as quickly, leaving her expression caught between blush and pallor. Her emotions tangled—anticipation tightening her breath, fear stirring beneath it—until her heart beat wildly, unable to decide whether to retreat or step forward.
Lestes guided her to the wall, and she leaned forward, bending, showing her ass to Lestes.
Feng Luo Chen possessed a slender, well-proportioned figure, her frame graceful rather than fragile. Her skin carried a soft, jade-like smoothness, catching the light with quiet warmth. Her curves were modest yet pleasing, balanced naturally, lending her an air of restrained beauty. From every angle, she gave the impression of gentle elegance—unassuming at first glance, yet increasingly captivating the longer one looked.
When Feng Luo Chen bent slightly before him, the gentle curve of her figure was revealed in a way that was both natural and alluring. The sight stirred something deep within Lestes, sending a sudden ripple through his composure. For a fleeting instant, his control wavered—but he reined it in just as quickly, his expression remaining calm despite the turbulence beneath.