As moonlight returned to bathe the quiet courtyard once more, the little residence shared by Li Feng and Yue Lan welcomed a familiar rhythm.
Their nightly sessions, under the guise of "cultivation assistance," had already become a secret routine, one filled with heat, breathless murmurs, and a growing intimacy neither dared to name.
And on the second night… Yue Lan came to him again.
The second night arrived quietly, wrapped in moonlight and silence.
Inside Li Feng's room, the air was heavy once more, not with tension, but with a strange, full of heat mix with lust in the air.
This time, Yue Lan isn't on her knees.
She is lying on her side, one leg lifted and draped over Li Feng's shoulder, while her body slightly twisted in a graceful arc, with her long black hair spilled across the pillow, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
One arm clutched the blanket beside her while the other rested limply against her chest, trembling with each steady thrust from Li Feng.
Li Feng knelt beside her, one hand supporting her thigh, the other firmly gripped her waist as he moved in long, slow strokes that made her breath hitch every few seconds.
The angle allowed him to see everything, the curve of her bouncing soft jade breast, the trembling of her thigh under his grip, and the way her body softly shivered every time he pushed deeper.
"Mmn…" A soft sound escaped her lips, quieter than last night but no less real.
Li Feng leaned down slightly, his chest brushing against her raised leg as he whispered near her ear, "This position… isn't bad at all. You're even tighter like this, Senior Sister."
Yue Lan said nothing, as her pride still held her tongue.
Seeing this, Li Feng's smile widened, feeling an even stronger desire to melt down that proud facade of her.
Then he gave a firm thrust that made her gasp louder, her fingers curling into the sheets.
"Ah… ngh-"
"See?" he whispered, brushing her hair away from her face. "You're getting used to it. Becoming quite the natural with the mortal techniques."
Her misty eyes flicked toward him, faintly dazed but still refusing to yield, "…Don't talk so much," she murmured.
Li Feng just chuckled,
"As you wish."
Smack!… smack!…
Smack!… smack!…
The sounds of colliding flesh of their hip then returned
The room once again filled with the harmony of movement and muffled sighs.
Yue Lan's legs continued to tremble with every thrust, while her fingers grasped the sheets tighter each time.
Li Feng felt like he was having fun as he continued to adjust his pace, sometimes slow, then fast, then slow again, watching every subtle twitch of her body, as if he was refining her like one of his pills.
And as the night deepened, their sensual rhythm found a new harmony.
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Night Three,
The moment the door closed behind her, Yue Lan was caught in Li Feng's arms.
Without a word, he pulled her into a deep, heated kiss.
She barely had time to breathe before he turned her around, gently guiding her to the wall.
Her palms braced against the smooth surface as his body pressed hard behind her.
"Tonight, let's try while standing... "he whispered, breath tickling her ear. "Let me feel every inch of you upright."
Before she could answer, his hand slid beneath her robe, lifting the back just enough to bare her lower half.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips when his other hand reached around toward her chest, cupping one of her soft jade through her thin inner garment.
"You're already so warm," he murmured, fingers brushing across her sensitive peak, earning a soft jolt from her. "Does standing make it more exciting, senior sister?"
Her breath hitched.
She wasn't really sure what to say, as so far she had just continued doing whatever way Li Feng wanted.
Her mind was already growing hazy as his fingers circling her sensitive pink bead while his hips nudged insistently behind her.
With a low groan, Li Feng pushed forward and sank his impatient little brother into her wet flesh.
The new angle made Yue Lan's eyes flutter open in shock, as she felt deeper, fuller, and so much more overwhelmed.
Her legs trembled, and she pressed herself harder against the wall, trying to keep balance as he began to move from behind.
Smack...
Smack...
Smack...
Each slow thrust sent a shiver up her spine.
His hand never left her soft jade breast, kneading and rolling it with shameless skill, thumb brushing over the sensitive tip until her soft breaths turned into shaky moans.
"Ah..haa..ugh...."
"You're squeezing me again…" he groaned, pressing his head against her hair to inhale her intoxicating scent. "Tighter, senior sister…"
Yue Lan's back arched as his pace deepened.
She let out a soft whimper, almost inaudible. "Li Feng… it feels strange… I'm…"
"I know," he whispered, his lips brushing her earlobe. "Don't resist it… let that sensation build even more."
With every thrust, her body moved forward against the wall, only to be pulled back by one of his hands on her waist.
Then, with one last push, Yue Lan suddenly felt a burst of familiar hot liquid deep inside,
"Haa..."
Li Feng grunted low in her ear, arms wrapping tightly around her from behind as he poured everything into her trembling body.
Her breath caught as she felt it, warm and thick, filling her to the brim.
Still, he didn't move away.
Li Feng rested his chin on her shoulder, one hand cupping her soft jade, and the other continue stroking her belly gently.
"You're getting better at this," he murmured with a smirk. "So obedient tonight."
Yue Lan didn't reply.
Her eyes were already half-lidded, body press against him, and cheeks flushed.
But her hips… swayed ever so slightly again.
His smile widened, then he began to move his waist again.
Smack…
Smack…
Smack…
The sensual rhythm then resumed....slow, heavy, and intimate.
The night continued, as their bodies pressed close under the flickering lantern light, lost in a trance of heat.
By the fourth night,
Yue Lan found herself obeying his every whisper.
She hadn't planned to but she hadn't even thought of herself as someone who could be... so docile.
But when his breath brushed her ear, when his palm guided her hips, so .... she just moved.
Just as he wanted.
And each time he praised he...."Good Senior sister," or "Senior sister..." a strange heat bloomed in her chest, separate from the one between her legs.
'What is this ... feeling?'
She shouldn't have felt any thing else from this mortal indulgence.
And yet… each word of praise stirred something inside her she couldn't explain.
Now, laying on her side, her leg draped over his, while her body rocked steadily as Li Feng lazily thrust from behind.
One arm looped under her neck, holding her close like a cherished pillow, while his other hand traced circles on her belly, just above where they were still connected.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
He's so annoying, she thought, biting her lip to stifle a moan.
And perverted... and shameless...
But her fingers had curled around his forearm.
As she didn't stop or resist him.
Not tonight. Not anymore.
'I'm getting stronger... and he's helping me... even if he's a rogue while doing it.'
She let out a quiet breath, a whisper of pleasure, as he thrusted deeper.
Her mind fluttered between haze and daze.
Outside Li Feng's Room –
Fen Ziyan stood in the dark corridor, arms crossed tightly beneath her cloak.
Her jaw clenched and her brows furrowed.
She had rehearsed this moment.
She would knock.
He would answer.
She would brush it off with a haughty comment , "I just happened to pass by", then casually inquire about her cultivation bottleneck.
Let him beg a little and let him offer to help.
But instead...
"Senior sister Fen, It's quite late. I'm busy right now… cultivating some mortal technique."
That was what he said.
But the sound behind that door, oh gods.
Soft gasps, the rhythmic thump of flesh, and a barely stifled cry.
Her ears turned red before her cheeks did.
That shameless bastard…
She stood frozen.
At first, she tried to rationalize it.
Maybe she misheard.
Maybe he was training alone. Maybe—
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
She heard the unmistakable sound of flesh meeting flesh.
Then… a breathy suppressed moan which is clearly not his.
It is a woman's.
Fen Ziyan's entire body stiffened.
He's… with someone? At this hour? While I'm out here like a fool?!
Her hands clenched into fists beneath her sleeves.
She suddenly felt humiliated, as if the corridor itself mocked her.
The darkness wasn't enough to hide her humiliation.
And the worst part?
She didn't even know who was inside.
Her lip curled.
Without another word, she turned on her heel, storming down the hallway, boots echoing far too loudly in the quiet night.
'I come to visit him on my own… I'm the one with royal blood…'
He should be grateful to even speak with me, much less help me!
And yet…
And yet he didn't even open the door.
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Back inside Li Feng room, at the same time Fen Ziyan visited, the scent of sweat and spirit herbs lingered faintly in the air, mixing with something far more primal.
Yue Lan clutched at the sheets, her trembling arms barely supporting her weight as her body moved rhythmically beneath Li Feng's teasing control.
Her long hair clung to her damp back, as her cheeks flushed red as she bit down on the corner of a pillow to muffle her voice.
"Hnn… mmph…"
She didn't dare let herself cry out, not when every moan threatened to spill from her throat like a flood.
She had pride.
She had dignity.
But under Li Feng's hands, her body seemed to forget all of it.
Li Feng leaned over her with a lazy, devilish grin, casually brushing aside her disheveled hair to admire her glazed eyes.
"You're being such a good senior sister tonight," he whispered huskily against her ear. "Trying so hard not to make a sound… is it because you sensed her?"
Yue Lan's eyes widened slightly in panic.
He chuckled.
"She finally come huh, Fen Ziyan. Sneaking outside my residence like a thief in the night."
Yue Lan let out a shaky breath, still trying to keep her lips sealed.
Li Feng smiled playfully. "Wouldn't it be such a shame if she heard how cute you sound right now?"
With a flick of his finger behind her back, he deactivate the sound-proofing formation.
The soft creaking of the bed… the wet slaps of skin… and the faint, trembling moans, all of it now carried into the night, just enough for Fen Ziyan to hear outside.
Yue Lan body stiffened instantly, mortified, her fingers digging into the sheets.
"Li Feng…!" she hissed under her breath, her voice cracking with embarrassment and shock.
But he only laughed again, his tone maddeningly soft as he leaned close.
"Relax… she don't know that it is you Senior Sister."
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
He thrust slowly, deliberately now, each movement making it harder for Yue Lan to suppress her voice.
"Or maybe," he whispered, his voice low and teasing, "she'll realize soon enough… if she ever decides to investigate who's been visiting me."
Yue Lan's legs trembled violently.
Her heart pounded—not just from shame or pleasure, but from the sheer absurdity of the situation.
And yet, she could do nothing but struggle weakly beneath him, her body reacting far more honestly than her mind would allow as her inside tightened.
"Ohhh...."
Which, of course, only made Li Feng enjoy it even more.