Hearing this, Ning Xuefei's originally vacant and icy beautiful eyes suddenly snapped open, a flash of indiscernible shame, anger, and disgust flickering within them. The previously passive woman finally seemed to react. The muscles in her legs tightened instinctively, and deep within her honey cave, which was filled to the brim with his thick shaft, the wet, hot, tender flesh began to spasm and contract violently, as if stimulated by some strong force, becoming even tighter and more sensitive than before. It clenched down fiercely on the giant object ravaging her insides.
"Mmm… ah!" Wei Wuyong immediately felt the sudden, soul-shaking, bone-melting change. He couldn't help but let out a grunt of utmost satisfaction. The phallus in his loins, gripped by the suddenly tighter, wetter, and continuously sucking passage, felt so incredibly good that he was on the verge of erupting right then and there.
He roared with excitement, "Do you feel it, Xuefei… you're finally feeling it, aren't you?"
It was as if he had received immense encouragement. The speed and power of his thrusts suddenly doubled. The thick, vein-covered head of his phallus ground and crashed frantically within her continuously contracting, clenching walls. Wei Wuyong's fierce thrusts sent her flower's core into ripples. Her pink, full mound was battered red and swollen. Her thick, moist labia were mercilessly stretched to their limit by his shaft. Her glistening juices had long since flooded, flowing wantonly down the cleft of her round buttocks, soaking a large patch of the silk bedsheets beneath her.
The crisp, lewd sound of flesh slapping became even more frequent and loud, like the urgent beat of war drums, each one striking heavily on Mo Xingyun's heart. He could clearly see his mother's two snow-white, plump, and fleshy buttocks being slammed by Wei Wuyong's tempestuous assault, bouncing and churning like mad waves. Each rise and fall sent a heart-stopping, fleshy ripple through them. On the snow-white skin of her rear, the man's rough hands had already left red marks, creating a stark and obscene contrast against her original fair complexion.
It wasn't long before Wei Wuyong's movements became faster and faster. Ning Xuefei wrapped her arms tightly around his powerful back, her delicate body twisting wantonly. Her round, jade-like buttocks lifted and arched high, twisting wildly to match his speed. The beautiful, enchanting woman was writhing uncontrollably, and the sweet sounds of pleasure from her lips grew higher and louder.
Finally, with a loud roar, Wei Wuyong pressed his hips firmly against Ning Xuefei's, thrusting hard several more times, causing the beauty beneath him to cry out in ecstasy, her wanton flesh trembling, before he finally spent himself completely, erupting deep within her.
Seeing that the couple's affair on the bed had concluded, Mo Xingyun knew he should have taken the opportunity to sneak in for a reconnaissance while they were distracted by their lovemaking. Now that the two of them had regained their senses, he feared that with his current level of cultivation, the slightest lapse in concentration would reveal his presence. He was caught in a dilemma, unable to advance or retreat. All he could do was remain hidden where he was and watch how the situation unfolded.
From the bed, the sound of the still-entangled man and woman's soft, panting breaths could be heard, as if savoring the lingering afterglow of their recent intimacy.
Before long, Ning Xuefei's cool, clear voice came from within the bed curtains. "We have now consummated our marriage, satisfying your desire. Your Majesty, the Divine Emperor, you may leave."
Wei Wuyin lay stiffly on the bed without moving. After a moment, he pulled Ning Xuefei's fragrant shoulders closer and said softly, "Xuefei, we have been husband and wife for so many years, and I have never treated you poorly. Why is it that you..."
Before he could finish, Ning Xuefei gently pushed his embrace away and sat up. She picked up a thin gauze robe by the bed and draped it over herself, saying coldly, "Your Majesty, Xuefei is tired and preparing to rest. I do not wish to speak further today. If there is nothing else, please return to your own chambers. I will not see you out."
Mo Xingyun watched Ning Xuefei's indistinct figure as she sat up within the curtains. Her delicate, snow-white skin was as lustrous as mutton-fat jade, her full, sensual shoulders curved beautifully. Her pair of full, firm breasts stood tall on her chest, their large, round curves faintly visible through the thin gauze, a dazzling sight.
Remembering what Long Yue had said about possessiveness, he thought to himself that his mother was truly breathtakingly beautiful, incomparably sexy, and worthy of the title "Longyue's Number One Beauty."
Wei Wuyin remained silent, the air in the bedchamber growing heavy. After a long while, he let out a long sigh and said, "Xuefei, I know you have hated me deeply in your heart all these years. I thought that since you gave birth to Miaoshu for me, you had finally accepted my feelings. It seems I was mistaken."
Having said that, Wei Wuyin also sat up. Looking at his indifferent wife beside him, he placed a large hand on her smooth, beautiful back and said softly, "To have been your husband for so many years, regardless of whether your heart is with me, I am already quite satisfied..."
Ning Xuefei said coldly, "Since you are already satisfied, then please leave."
The two fell silent. Wei Wuyin stared at Ning Xuefei for a long moment before wordlessly getting up and walking out of the curtains. He picked the clothes on the floor and dressed himself. In the instant he lifted the curtain, Mo Xingyun caught a glimpse of the spring scene within. He saw that Ning Xuefei had already pulled the covers over her chest, but a vast expanse of her snow-white, tender skin and a deep, alluring cleavage were still visible. A cascade of naturally flowing black hair partially obscured her beautiful oval face. On her bare, fragrant shoulders, a faint blush rose on her skin, as white as snow. The skin on her chest was like congealed jade, so smooth it seemed it could break at a touch. Her long, snow-white, perfectly rounded legs were exposed from under the covers, bent elegantly, revealing a soft, lustrous sheen in the candlelight. Her exquisite face was rosy and delicate, with willow-leaf eyebrows, still faintly carrying the crimson afterglow of their lovemaking. Yet, her stunningly beautiful face was now expressionless, as cold as frost.
That faintly visible, curvaceous body was, with just a single glance, like the world's most powerful aphrodisiac.
After dressing, Wei Wuyin glanced back at Ning Xuefei's solitary figure on the bed, sighed softly, and left the bedchamber. As he reached the door, he suddenly turned to look back at the large bed in the hall. For an instant, Mo Xingyun thought he had been discovered, and the hair all over his body stood on end.
His face looked somewhat haggard, but his chiseled features were still full of masculine charm. He said in a deep voice, "Xuefei, no matter what, I will not regret anything I have done."
Ning Xuefei did not answer, not even bothering to look at him. Wei Wuyin walked out of the hall door on his own. His tall and burly silhouette, with his red hair flowing down his back, was still as conspicuous as a blazing fire in the night.
Seeing that Wei Wuyin had left the bedchamber, Mo Xingyun felt his scalp tingle. Now he was alone in the room with his mother, in such an awkward situation. The hall was completely silent. With his meager skills, merely maintaining his breathing to avoid detection by his mother, a supreme master, was already an incredibly difficult task.
Just then, Ning Xuefei suddenly called out in a clear voice, "Come out!"
This truly frightened Mo Xingyun out of his wits. So, his mother had already discovered he was hiding here. What should he do now? Should he reveal his identity? Explain everything to her right now? Would she believe him? How was he supposed to face her? Thousands of thoughts flooded his mind.
Before he could even react, he saw Ning Xuefei send out a wisp of mist-like internal energy, which flew towards a beam on the ceiling of the inner hall. After a pained cry, a figure in white fell to the ground.
Mo Xingyun took a closer look. The person on the ground was none other than the visitor from Hundred Flowers Island, the handsome man Hu Hong. He had actually been hiding on the ceiling, spying on their lovemaking. To have only been discovered now meant his skill in concealing himself must be extraordinary.
Thank goodness it wasn't me, Mo Xingun sighed in relief, but then felt a faint sense of loss.
"You, Hu Hong! First, you spied on me bathing at Cloud-Secluded Courtyard, and now you've infiltrated my bedchamber to watch me. Out of respect for my old friendship with the Master of Hundred Flowers Island, I have tolerated you time and again, yet you repeatedly commit such vulgar, lowly, and sordid acts. Today, I will show you no mercy."
Ning Xuefei shouted sternly. Although she was disheveled behind the curtains, she merely waved her jade-like arm. A white object was instantly infused with her true energy, becoming as hard as a steel longsword as it flew out from the curtains towards Hu Hong.
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