"Mother," Zhu said, still calling her that despite their closeness. Mei felt odd but let it be. The big sin was done; small ones didn't matter.
"This part worries me," Zhu said. "Training this could hurt you."
Mei eyed her son. "I worry more for you," she said slowly. "It says… oh, no!"
The Three Extinguishing Forms merged two or more people's strength. But it wasn't just merging.
During training, Mei's power would flow to Zhu. When done, she'd lose all strength, becoming weak.
Zhu's fate was grim too. If he mastered the forms, he would unleash great force once. But after the final strike, he'd lose his vital essence, likely dying soon.
This was no surprise. The forms were meant for a last, desperate blow.
"Mother, should we stop?" Zhu asked, his voice soft.
He didn't fear death. He just couldn't bear losing his new love with Mei so soon.
"I could learn your skills instead," he said. "I don't mind waiting years."
Mei's eyes flashed with anger. She sighed, touching Zhu's face. "A man must have courage. We've shamed the Song family. We must avenge them."
"If you hesitate or fear death," she added, "I'll regret giving myself to a weak man."
She paused. "I've decided. I'm no longer pure, but I know duty. Once we kill Yuan, when you die, I'll join you. We'll be lovers in death."
Her words hit Zhu hard. He felt ashamed. I must fulfill her hopes, he thought, or I'm no man.
They agreed and prepared to train.
Training meant being naked.
Mei, shyly, slipped off her clothes.
She'd worn a loose robe, knowing she'd couple with Zhu. Her curves showed, making Zhu swallow hard. His cock rose when he shed his shorts.
Their bodies met softly. Zhu, shorter, seemed like a child against Mei.
He held his cock, clumsily touching her thighs, his face red.
"Be gentle, silly boy," Mei smiled, shy. She guided his hand to her entrance. With a push, he entered her pussy.
"Hmm! Mmm!"
Zhu thrust slowly. After a few moves, he closed his eyes, following the manual's breathing method.
His mind was messy at first. With effort, he focused, guiding his energy.
Mei lay still. The manual told her to channel her mystic art silently, without moving or speaking.
Seeing Zhu's focus, his energy steady, Mei felt proud.
Suddenly, a jolt hit between her thighs. Zhu wasn't thrusting, but his cock trembled inside her pussy, making her tingle.
The tremors grew, like a machine's rapid pulses. Each sent a shock, making her pussy ache and wet.
Her legs twitched. Mei saw how hard this was. Desire flooded her, her body hot.
She wanted to press against Zhu, rub her breasts on him, grip his cock with her hips, and move to ease her need.
But she couldn't move or speak. She lay stiff, tortured by longing and itching.
Her body burned, sweat poured, and her juices soaked the bed.
Her breasts shook, her hips tensed and relaxed. Her flushed body trembled, like she was moving fast. Her muscles ached.
When Mei thought she'd lose her mind, pain struck her neck. A fierce bite drew blood. The cock in her pussy stopped trembling.
A sharp suction pulled at her womb's core. Pain and pleasure mixed.
The neck bite bled, the suction drained her yin essence. Her floating body fell back to reality. She relaxed.
"Mmm… ahh…"
Mei almost screamed. Her yin essence poured out, like a man's climax. Zhu's cock blocked it, or it would've sprayed high.
Her thick essence, full of life, pooled in her pussy. Zhu's cockhead sucked it all in.
Her neck itched as blood flowed out. Dizziness and climax blurred together. She felt no pain.
"Mother, what's wrong?" Zhu cried, panicked.
Waking, he tasted blood. Mei's neck had bite marks. She lay still, pale, eyes blank. He was scared.
During training, he'd felt joy, like in paradise. Then thirst hit, and sweet liquid filled his throat. He woke to this.
Soon, Mei breathed again, opening her eyes slowly.
She felt drained, like she'd coupled ten times. She looked at Zhu weakly.
Zhu glowed with energy, eyes bright. Mei looked pale, like she'd been sick.
This art, taking yin to boost yang, was cruel.
"Mother, are you okay?" Zhu asked, scared. "Your neck… how did I…"
He wanted to apologize. Before he could, Mei's sweaty body pressed into him, her lips seeking his with heat.
"Mother, what are you doing?" Zhu stammered. "You need rest."
Mei, burning with desire, saw why the sect thrived.
Without thrusting, it drove her nearly mad. If every coupling was this strong, no woman could resist.
The climax was brief. Most of the act teased, leaving her hungry. Her body ached, her mind foggy, yet her pussy dripped.
"Say nothing," Mei gasped, voice sultry. "I need you to fill me."
From then on, they trained twice daily, each session half an hour. After, Mei, driven by desire, coupled fiercely with Zhu.
Her lustful beauty in these moments shocked and thrilled Zhu.
Mei's strength and blood slowly moved to Zhu.
Zhu rarely climaxed. At first, he did a few times. But as his skill grew, his body turned essence into energy.
At climax, he took all of Mei's essence and blood, making it his strength.
After sessions, Zhu felt alive. Mei lay gasping, drained.
The sect used one man with many women to avoid this. Unaware, they followed the manual. Mei's mystic art saved her; others would've died.
Three months passed. Both changed.
Zhu's skin grew fair and soft. His voice turned gentle, his face almost girlish. Strangers might think him a beautiful girl.
Mei grew pale and weak. Her full figure thinned. She woke tired, barely able to move.
Yet her beauty held. Thinner, she had a frail charm that stirred pity.
Zhu's love for Mei deepened. Mei craved Zhu's body beyond control.
After training, Mei ignored her weakness. She straddled Zhu, her pussy gripping his cock as she rocked wildly.
Zhu held her bouncing breasts, pinching her nipples. Mei's face shone with lust. At climax, she moaned loudly, free of shame.
Mei was no longer the cold White Plum Fairy.
She lived for this forbidden love, ignoring morals. Though ashamed, she followed her desires.
The constant arousal hurt her heart. Her body stayed unsatisfied, itching without Zhu's touch.
Thinking of Zhu's small cock made her pussy drip.