Baixue stood there, her gaze fixated on Kieran sitting cross-legged, immersed in refining the Phoenix Tear Fruit. Her heart raced with disbelief—a mortal… "a waste" refining a heaven-grade fruit that even Saint realm cultivators could never hope to endure without assistance. His skin had turned crimson, his body slightly trembling under the surging waves of Yang energy. But he did not falter. How? she thought, her mind struggling to comprehend the sight.
Baixue's breath caught in her throat as a feeling she had never experienced before stirred deep within her. This mortal, this so-called "waste" who could not cultivate, was doing what others could only dream of. A deep, instinctual pull grew in her chest—a desire not just to witness this miracle but to be part of it, to experience it intimately.
Perhaps my decision was not wrong after all.
She moved closer to him, but stopped when she noticed something else, a blush creeping up her porcelain cheeks.
How could I forget the effects Yang energy can have?
She took a deep breath and stepped forward, her steps slow and deliberate. She could feel the aura around him, raw, untamed, and powerful. He needs balance, she realized, her heart pounding in her chest. The only way to stabilize the overwhelming yang energy was using extreme yin, something she could give through dual cultivation.
I will be yours now.
She made her decision, approaching him, not out of pity or obligation, but driven by an undeniable urge—a deep connection that had been growing since their first meeting.
With slow precision, she took off her dress, her hands trembling slightly but her resolve unwavering. As the last of her garments fell away, pooling at her feet, she stood before him, her flawless skin gleaming like carved jade, her delicate features betraying only the slightest hesitation. Yet within her clear, glacial eyes burned a determination that sent shivers down his spine, and for the first time, Kieran felt his heart race, not from fear, but from something else.
"I am yours," she whispered, her voice barely audible, filled with a sincerity that cut through the tension in the room.
Sindra's teasing voice broke through the silence, her words ringing with amusement in Kieran's mind. "Master, are you just going to stare, or will you finally become a man?"
Baixue's gaze met Kieran's, her expression soft, almost vulnerable, yet resolute. It was not an act of desperation, but one of trust, of offering herself to him in a way she had never thought she would.
Kieran, caught between disbelief and desire, found his instincts awakening. His body, already on fire with the energy of the Phoenix Tear Fruit, reacted to her closeness, the overwhelming heat inside him burning even brighter. He reached for her, making her sit on his lap, his hands traced the contours of her skin, feeling the softness, the coolness of her form in stark contrast to the raging fire inside him.
As she straddled him, her cool fingers traced his burning skin, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. With each touch, her own body responded, her cheeks flushing, her breaths becoming uneven, desire pooling within her as the delicate folds of her flower dripped with nectar.
Long Chen's breath hitched as she reached between them, her delicate fingers wrapping around his rigid length. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt its size and heat. Her body reacted instinctively, her core tightening with anticipation, her thighs trembling as she rubbed her slit against his member. Slowly making it slick with her wetness.
Kieran let his instincts take over, using knowledge from the yang dragon scripture to pleasure her body. He reached up, his hands trailing the smooth expanse of Baixue's boobs, feeling the delicate curves of her waist, the shivers that raced through her body at his touch. When he was sufficiently drenched in her desire, she lifted herself, then slowly lowered herself upon his not-so-little brother, his throbbing length parted her delicate folds, breaking through the final barrier between them.
A sharp gasp. A low groan. And then.....
Blinding, overwhelming pleasure crashed over them both. The intensity of their joining sent them spiraling into an immediate climax, their souls igniting like twin stars drawn into each other's orbit. The sensation was beyond anything they had ever imagined—like falling into an abyss of molten ecstasy, their very beings intertwining in a way that transcended the physical. Baixue trembled in his arms, her breathless moans mixing with his ragged gasps as the Yang energy poured into her womb.
Kieran subconsciously activated the sphere, using it to absorb the pure yin essence surging from Baixue's body. Across from him, she gasped, her delicate brows knitting as a strange sensation coiled within her. A flicker of purple-gold light shimmered on her smooth skin, and from within, a tiny dragon emerged, swimming beneath her skin, tracing slow, mesmerizing circles, as if chasing its tail. Then, with a final ripple, it settled around her navel, forming a perfect ring. At the same time, a sharp pain struck her chest.
Sindra's sultry voice purred in Long Chen's mind, thick with intrigue. "My, my… Master, it seems you are sharing more than just your seed." Nestled inside Baixue was a miniature version of the sphere.
But there was no time to dwell on these changes. The heat within them refused to wane, and as they gazed into each other's eyes, desire rekindled anew. Baixue, now emboldened, moved against him, her hips rolling with a newfound confidence. Kieran, his mind hazy with pleasure and instinct, took hold of her hips and carried her to the table, making her lie down on her back before thrusting into her. His own need surged with every gasping moan that escaped her lips.
Baixue fully lost herself in the pleasure, her moans increasing with each thrust while Kieran explored every inch of her body. Using the yang dragon scripture, making her body remember his touch.
"Master truly is a dragon among men," Sindra watched with a playful smile as Kieran thrust into Baixue. Burying the full length of his rod inside her every time.
Their lovemaking became fervent, desperate—first upon the chair, then against the cold wooden surface of the coffee table, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in gasping cries of pleasure. Time blurred as they lost themselves in each other's arms, the boundary between their separate selves dissolving into raw, unfiltered bliss.
And then they finally reached the peak once more, Kieran released his load inside her just as she experienced her orgasm. The purple-gold dragon began moving again, rotating around her navel, helping her refine the Yang essence she received from Kieran. She felt the energy moving through her body, but was too tired to carefully feel all the changes occurring within her.
The culmination of their union had left them utterly spent. Baixue lay atop him, trembling slightly, as waves from the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked her body. Her breath warm against his neck, her entire being now attuned to him in a way neither could explain.