The sound-blocking formation flickered to life around the room, isolating them completely from the outside world.
Ling Xian turned from the completed formation to look at Qin Wushuang. She sat on the edge of the long couch, her delicate hands clutching her robes nervously. Her pale face, framed by her black hair, was flushed pink — a mixture of nervousness and trust.
His voice was low, almost hypnotic.
"Relax your mind... and your body. I'll guide you."
Wushuang bit her lip, but nodded. Her heart was hammering wildly, but some part of her — an instinctual part — told her to trust him.
Ling Xian stepped closer, slowly closing the distance between them. His hand reached out, gently cupping her chin. She shivered at the touch, but didn't pull away.
Without rushing, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
Mhmm....
The world around her disappeared in an instant.
Muhhh...
Wushuang gasped softly against his mouth, her hands clenching into the fabric of her robes. His kiss was warm, firm yet unbearably gentle, coaxing a response out of her without force. Her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the moment.
Her first kiss — the one she had secretly dreamed about in the lonely corners of her heart — was stolen without warning, yet it didn't feel wrong.
It felt like being lifted into the clouds.
Muahh....
After a few heartbeats, Ling Xian pulled back, their faces only inches apart.
His voice, roughened slightly by restraint, caressed her ears.
"To heal you fully, you need to trust me even further. Your body has accumulated excess yin essence that's been trapped... If it's not expelled carefully, your cultivation will only deteriorate."
He let his fingers trail lightly along her arm, calming her trembling body.
"I won't harm you. I don't need to take your virginity. I can absorb the excess yin without crossing that boundary. But..."
His gaze deepened, sincere and commanding.
"You'll need to remove your clothes."
Wushuang's heart skipped a beat.
Remove her clothes? In front of him?
Her entire body heated up from embarrassment. She lowered her gaze, her hands trembling slightly. But something about the steadiness of his voice, the tenderness in his touch, made her gather her courage.
Slowly, she nodded.
With trembling fingers, she loosened the knot of her outer robe. The garment slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her waist before falling to the floor.
''You really hide a jade beneath it with that dress of yours "
Her delicate, fair skin shimmered under the soft light, like the finest jade. Her body, untouched and pristine, was slender and graceful, with soft curves that spoke of unawakened cave.
Ling Xian inhaled slowly, his own body reacting to the vision before him.
But he forced his desire down — this was about healing her, not satisfying himself.
"Lie backwards there"
He motioned for her to lie back on the couch.
Wushuang, utterly mortified yet obedient, reclined, her long hair spreading like ink across the cushions. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to calm herself, but the sheer intimacy of the moment made her head spin.
Ling Xian knelt between her legs, parting them carefully.
He leaned forward, his warm breath brushing against her most sacred place, sending tremors through her.
"What...what..no, not there, not like that."
His voice was a deep whisper against her sensitive skin.
"Stay relaxed... You don't need to worry about any thing, I'll start now."
Lickk
The first touch of his tongue was feather-light.
Aahh...
Wushuang cried out softly, her hands flying up to clutch at the couch. Her entire body tensed under the foreign, electrifying sensation.
Ling Xian worked with patient skill, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate patterns.
Each tender lick coaxed a whimper from her lips.
Spslss...
The sounds grew wetter, more desperate, as he continued — the room filling with soft, erotic noises that made her cheeks burn hotter.
Her hips began to move of their own accord, seeking more contact, chasing the growing pleasure that was overwhelming her.
"Aah... ahn... Mo...Mo Ling ..."
Her sweet moans tumbled from her mouth without restraint.
Mhmm..
Ling Xian felt the yin essence gathering, thickening inside her.
He inserted two fingers into her warm core, curling them carefully, finding just the right spot.
Ahahhh...
Hahhh...
Wushuang's cry became a broken, pleading whimper.
Mhmm...
Mmmm..
The pleasure built and built, until finally —
Aaaahhh....
Her body convulsed.
She shattered with a high, keening cry, her essence flooding out, releasing the trapped yin energy that had been strangling her cultivation.
Ling Xian absorbed the rushing yin essence smoothly, feeling it merge with his own cultivation, stabilizing the chaotic energy he had suppressed for so long.
Haah...haah...haah...
Wushuang lay there, panting, her skin flushed pink, tears of overwhelmed release glimmering at the corners of her eyes.
Ling Xian wiped a stray strand of hair from her sweaty forehead, his voice tender:
"You're doing well... But to complete the harmonization, you must also accept my yang energy."
Ehhh...
Still dazed, Wushuang blinked up at him.
He stood before her now, his robe sliding open.
His "dragon" — proud and thick — stood erect before her flushed face.
"Do all the man's have something like that down there" She wondered inwardly.
Her cheeks flamed scarlet, but she bit her lip, gathering her courage once again.
Ling Xian smiled reassuringly and whispered:
"Just use your mouth. I'll guide you."
With shy, trembling hands, she reached out, her fingers wrapping uncertainly around his hardened length.
Puaa...
She hesitated, then leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip.
Shhss...
Ling Xian hissed softly, his fingers gently threading into her hair.
Wushuang parted her lips, taking him in slowly.
Mhmmg...mmmhhg...mmmhhg...
A wet, lewd sound echoed in the room as she began to move, her tongue shyly exploring.
Aahh..aahh..aahh...
The first taste made her shudder — not unpleasant, but overwhelming.
Slurpp...slurpp...slurpp...
Encouraged by his quiet groans, she sucked more eagerly, her mouth growing wetter, the slurping noises louder.
Mhmmg...mhmmg...mhmmg...
Ling Xian guided her gently, murmuring praise.
"Good... Just like that..."
"You really do know how to make it blast with your tongue"
As he said, her face turned red as she blushed fiercely.
After some time of continuous moving...
Aaahh...haahh...haaahh....
At last, with a deep groan, he released his yang essence into her mouth.
The thick, hot flow of yang energy spilled onto her tongue.
Gudgg...gudgg...
Wushuang instinctively swallowed, feeling the potent essence rush into her body.
Warmth bloomed inside her core, flooding her meridians, harmonizing her previously unstable yin energy.
The healing process was complete — for today.
Haah..haah..haah....
As she slumped back, dazed and flushed, Ling Xian gently gathered her into his arms, murmuring softly:
"Rest for now... I'll visit your clan soon.
We'll continue healing you then."
"I'll also make sure to create your pill to restore your foundation also and give you a proper cultivation technique to cultivate with your special cultivation."
Wushuang instinctively slowly nodded, safe and cradled against his chest weakly, feeling strangely fulfilled — and unknowingly beginning to crave more of the man who had unlocked a part of her she never knew existed.