Forgetting all caution, Elder Chang began to massage both of her tits, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. They grew hard under his touch, becoming two tiny, hard pebbles. The sight made his blood pound in his veins.
"Countless men have dreamed of this," Elder Chang breathed, his voice thick with lust. "Countless men have wished for this. And here I am."
After a few minutes, Elder Chang knew he wanted more. His eyes slid down to the treasure between her legs. He had seen her from afar and dreamed of it in the dark of night, but this... this was different.
"And now to see if the rest of you is just as perfect," Elder Chang whispered, his hands trailing down her stomach.
He spread her legs, her knees falling open without resistance. He knelt between her thighs, his eyes fixed on her core. Her pussy was completely bare, the lips plump and glistening with moisture. A soft pink, like a delicate flower, waiting to be opened. Just below it, her asshole, a tight, clean little star.
"It's perfect," Elder Chang hissed. "Absolutely perfect." He leaned in close, his nose almost touching her skin. She smelled like the bath, but also something sweet, something that was all her.
Unable to stop himself, he moved in for a taste.
Elder Chang buried his face between her legs, his tongue flicking out to lick her delicate folds. The taste was incredible—sweet and a little salty, mixed with the herbs from the bath. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. He explored every inch of her, his tongue moving deep inside her, drinking in her juices as if they were fine wine.
He could feel his dick getting harder, straining against his pants. He wanted more than anything to thrust himself into that tight, wet hole. But he knew he couldn't.
"Cao Ning, you have no idea how hard this is," Elder Chang grumbled, more for himself than for her. He pulled his face away from her pussy, a string of her juices clinging to his lips. "If I take your virginity… everyone would know."
But there were other ways. Ways that wouldn't leave evidence.
Elder Chang unbuckled his pants, his huge dick springing free. It was thick and long, the tip already glistening with precum. He positioned himself over her, not at her entrance, but on top.
Then he grabbed her legs and closed her thighs, trapping his dick between them. "Ah," he gasped as his shaft was enveloped by her smooth, soft skin.
Without any hesitation, Elder Chang began to move, sliding his dick back and forth along her thighs and against her wet pussy lips. The feeling was indescribable. Her skin was so soft, and her juices made her slick and warm. It was almost as good as being inside her.
"Fuccckkk," he growled, his movements becoming faster, more desperate.
Cao Ning, still unconscious, moved her head. She seemed to be having a dream, a good one. Her mouth opened, and a soft moan escaped her lips. The sound, full of sleepy pleasure, pushed Elder Chang over the edge.
"Ahh...Fuckk...I'm going to cum, disciple!" Elder Chang grunted, his body tensing.
With a loud cry, he released himself, shooting thick streams of cum all over her thighs, stomach, and breasts.
After a few final shudders, Elder Chang slumped back on his heels. He looked at Cao Ning's now-soiled body, a sense of triumphant satisfaction washing over him. This was better than a conquest. This was his secret.
After he was finished, Elder Chang got up to clean up the evidence. His movements were quick and practiced.
He couldn't risk any of his sticky white fluid being left where it didn't belong. A few stray drops had landed on her cheek and chest. He grabbed a nearby drying towel, dampened a corner, and began to wipe her skin clean.
The white semen vanished, but her skin was still glistening and flushed. He made sure there was no trace of him left behind.
Then Elder Chang looked at her naked body. "I can't just leave you like this," he muttered to himself, trying to sound like a responsible master even to his own ears. He couldn't let her catch a cold, after all.
He picked up the large towel that he had laid on the floor for her earlier, the soft, clean cloth feeling heavy in his hands. He started at her feet, wrapping her lower body with the cloth before moving his way up. As he lifted the towel to cover her chest, he allowed himself one last, long look at her perky breasts.
He pulled the towel up, tucking it tight around her.
Then he walked back to his chair, his steps feeling lighter than before.
From his seat, Elder Chang looked at the bundle of clothes and the goddess sleeping on the floor. He could feel the smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. He crossed his arms, feeling a smug sort of pride bubbling up inside him.
"There is no doubt her beauty is in the top three in the entire region," Elder Chang whispered to the silent room. "And I am the first man to ever lay a finger on that goddess."
Still... a flicker of dissatisfaction sparked in his gut. He wanted to take it further. He had fantasized for a year about the tight feel of her insides. Instead, all he got was to rub his stick on her thighs.
But then he glanced at the messy cloth put away somewhere safe, and his pride flared back up. He still managed to get his hands on her perfect body and mark it. That was enough for today.
Cao Ning's eyelids fluttered open. The world came back to her in blurry waves—the dim light of the bath chamber, the lingering smell of herbs, and the cold, hard stone against her back.
She groaned, a dull ache spreading through her body. The last thing she remembered was the suffocating heat of the bath and the feeling of Elder Chang's qi flowing into her.
Her eyes shot wide open. She was lying on the floor, naked. A large towel was wrapped around her, but she knew it hadn't been there when she fainted. Across the room, Elder Chang sat on the bench, his back to her.
He… he had pulled her out of the water.
A hot blush spread across Cao Ning's cheeks, burning all the way to the tips of her ears. He had seen her. He had seen everything. The body she had kept private, the body she had never even shown Brother Xie Lan in its entirety.
Embarrassment washed over her in waves, so strong it made her dizzy. 'He's my master,' Cao Ning told herself, trying to force the feeling down. 'It was just… a master taking care of his disciple.'
Cao Ning quickly scrambled for her clothes, her fingers fumbling with the blue silk as she dressed. She could feel his eyes on her, even with her back turned.
When Cao Ning was finally covered, she stood up, her knees still a little shaky. "Elder Chang," she said, her voice small. "Thank you. I… I apologize for fainting. And thank you for helping me."
Elder Chang turned his head slightly, a small smile on his lips. "It was my duty, disciple. A master must care for his students. Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, Elder. Much better."
"You may go then. But be more careful next time. The examination is in two months. We cannot afford any more… accidents."
"Of course, Elder." Cao Ning bowed her head and practically fled from the room, not daring to look back.
As she walked down the long hallway, a feeling of unease settled in her stomach. A hazy, confusing image drifted through her mind—a man's face, close to hers, his breath hot on her skin. She tried to push it away, blaming it on the strange herbs in the bath.
Elder Chang watched her go, a triumphant smirk spreading across his face as he followed the gentle sway of her hips. "She has no idea," he chuckled to himself, the sound echoing in the empty room.
He waited until he was sure she was gone before he stood up and stretched, a feeling of absolute power washing over him. He had planned to be careful tonight, and his patience had been rewarded. In his hand, he held a small bundle of cloth. It was the towel he had used to clean her body.
He brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. The scent was intoxicating: a mix of sweet feminine perfume, the rich aroma of the expensive herbs, and the distinct smell of her most intimate places.
"Mmm," Elder Chang moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "This is the scent of a goddess."
But as the scent filled his senses, his thoughts went back to her body. And what more could have been done?
"Fuck," Elder Chang cursed, slamming his fist on the bench. "Her asshole. That tight, perfect little star... I should have just done it."