He put his hands behind his head and watched.
The sect master of the Mount Hua Plum Blossom sect, her four-hundred-year cultivation base blazing at its ceiling, her enormous tits bouncing in the pre-dawn light, her silver hair flying, her expression the direct, uncurated expression of a woman who had decided what she wanted and was taking it.
"Faster," he said.
She went faster.
PAH PAH PAH!
"HIEKK~!! AAANGHH~!! YOUR JADE PILLAR IS HITTING MY CEILING FROM BELOW~!! OUNGH~!! IT IS DIFFERENT WHEN I MOVE~!! WHY IS IT DIFFERENT~!!"
"Angle," he said. "And control."
"I LIKE CONTROL~!!"
"I know," he said. "You are a sect master."
PAH PAH PHACCK PAH!
"KYAAANNGHH~!! THEN THIS SECT MASTER — HAAIYAANGH~!! — THIS SECT MASTER IS GOING TO — HNNGHHK~!!"
She came.
