Lin Fengyang sat cross-legged in the manor's cultivation chamber, sweat dripping down his brow. His qi churned fiercely, the fifth spark of his cultivation nearing completion. By tomorrow, it would ignite, pushing him to the 5th Stage of Qi Condensation Realm.
His muscles ached from the strain, but a faint smirk curved his lips at the progress. As always, he rose for his morning bath, eager to cleanse the sweat and grime of his relentless training.
Rising, he called out, voice steady despite the exertion, "Yueqi, prepare the bath."
Yueqi, a petite servant with a delicate frame, stepped forward, her dark eyes sharp in a soft, oval face. Her short, ebony hair framed her small shoulders, and her plain silk robes hugged her slender figure. She bowed lightly, her voice soft, "Right away, Young Master," before gliding to the bathing chamber to ready the water.
Fengyang followed Yueqi into the steam-filled bathing chamber, where a marble pool steamed with jasmine-scented water, its surface shimmering faintly. Yueqi hurried away, her petite frame vanishing through the chamber's door.
He shed his sweat-soaked robes, revealing a lean, muscled frame shaped by relentless cultivation. He stepped into the pool. The warm water enveloped his thighs. Sinking in, he leaned against the pool's edge. His arms draped over the rim. The heat eased his aching muscles. The steam wreathed him, calming his mind. The water soothed his tired body.
Unbeknownst to Fengyang, Lian Xue had slipped into the marble pool earlier, her lithe body vanishing beneath the jasmine-scented surface.
Gu Xingchen had gifted her the Aqua Serpent's Breath technique, a rare Fishmen art that conjured delicate, translucent gills along her slender neck. These gills quivered faintly, drawing oxygen effortlessly as she lingered underwater. Her chestnut hair fanned out, swaying in the warm currents like threads of silk.
As Fengyang approached earlier, she'd dived smoothly, her Foundation Establishment qi weaving an illusion technique—the Veil of Still Waters—blending her form with the pool's depths. The water's surface rippled above, masking her presence entirely. To mortal or cultivator below Core Formation, she was invisible, a phantom in the mist.
She glided closer. Her teardrop-shaped breasts swayed gently in the current. Her rosy nipples stiffened in the warm water. Her eyes, sharp with intent, locked on his cock. It was half-hard from the bath's heat, bobbing just below the surface.
Young Master Xingchen's command echoed: Seduce him, slow his cultivation.A sly smile curved her lips as she maneuvered beneath him, her breath controlled, her body a silent predator.
Her hands brushed his thighs, feather-light, testing his awareness. Fengyang's eyes remained half-closed, lost in relaxation. Emboldened, Lian Xue parted her lips. Her tongue darted out to graze the tip of his cock, a teasing flick that sent a ripple through the water.
His shaft twitched, hardening. She smirked inwardly, savoring the power of her invisibility. Slowly, she enveloped his tip. Her warm mouth closed around it, sucking gently.
The suction was subtle but deliberate. Her gills fluttered, drawing oxygen as she worked. Her tongue swirled along his length, tracing veins with practiced skill. The water muffled her movements. Her illusion held firm, concealing her from his gaze.
A sudden suction gripped Fengyang's cock, warm and insistent, jolting him from his reverie. His eyes snapped open, scanning the water, but the steam and ripples revealed nothing. Bewildered, he muttered, "Old ghost, some fish caught my cock!"
His voice trembled with confusion, the sensation intensifying as the invisible force sucked harder, lips sliding down his shaft, a tongue coiling with precision.
Huo Yan's lewd laugh echoed in his mind. "Hah! A lively one, eh, brat?" The old ghost offered no explanation, his tone dripping with amusement, leaving Fengyang to grapple with the unseen assault.
"Damn geezer, this fish is fierce!" Fengyang's voice spiked with panic, his cock throbbing under the relentless suction. "I'm afraid it'll devour my cock—do something!"
His hands gripped the pool's edge, knuckles whitening, as the invisible mouth worked him ruthlessly, lips tightening, throat constricting around his tip.
Lian Xue gloated silently, her mouth full of his cock, savoring its heat and the salty tang of his skin. He's clueless, squirming like prey, she thought.
Her tongue lashed his frenulum, drawing a shudder from his hips. Her gills pulsed. Her illusion remained flawless, her qi weaving the water's sheen to hide her. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing. Her breasts swayed as she bobbed, relishing his panic. Young Master Gu will praise me for this—slowing this ant with pleasure.
Fengyang's brow furrowed, doubt prickling his senses. A cultivator beneath me? No, I'd have sensed her qi.
Huo Yan's voice slithered into Fengyang's mind, sly and coaxing. "Brat, use your hands. Reach down—right there, where the water's warmest. Grab what feels hard and move it back and forth. This ain't no ordinary catch. It's a dragon carp, a rare beast that's gained sentience and turned mermaid. Trust me, its mouth holds benefits for a cultivator's vitality."
The perverted ghost lied through his teeth, though—there was no boost to vitality, only the fleeting relief of release, a trick to stoke Fengyang's lust.
He hesitated, fingers twitching above the water. Dragon carps were infamous in cultivation world. They could turn invisible, blending with any water's flow, be it a pond or a sacred pool. Tales spoke of their scales shimmering like jade, their voices weaving qi-laced songs, and their ability to thrive in any water body, from murky rivers to crystal lakes.
Huo Yan's chuckle echoed in his mind. "Don't overthink it, boy. Dragon carps are slippery, but their gifts are real. Grip that head and work it."
He extended his hands, fingers probing the water, brushing something solid—Lian Xue's head, her chestnut hair slick under his grip. "Fuck," he muttered, gripping tighter, instinct taking over.
Lian Xue's sneer faltered as Fengyang's hands seized her head, strong fingers tangling in her hair. Following Huo Yan's words, he moved her head, thrusting into the invisible mouth.
Shock rippled through her—He can't see me, yet he's… facefucking me?
His cock plunged deeper, hitting her throat. She gagged, bubbles escaping her gills.
Young Master Gu's brutal sessions had trained her well, though, and she endured. Her lips stretched, tongue flattening to accommodate his girth.
Her illusion held, but her control wavered. The rough rhythm stoked an unexpected heat in her core.
This ant's bolder than I thought.
Fengyang groaned, hips bucking. "Fuck, this dragon carp's good! Haha, I got a mermaid to clean my cock every day, I guess!" His voice was triumphant, oblivious to the truth, his thrusts growing erratic as pleasure clouded his mind.
Lian Xue sneered inwardly, despite the rough use. Dragon carp? Fool.
Her mouth worked him expertly, sucking harder, her throat constricting to milk his shaft. His assumption amused her, fueling her defiance. She'd play his mermaid, but on her terms.
Her hands braced his thighs, nails grazing his skin, urging him deeper, her gills fluttering as she savored the power of her deception.
Fengyang's climax hit, his cock pulsing as he unloaded thick ropes of cum into her mouth. Lian Xue gulped greedily, the salty heat coating her throat, a few drops escaping to swirl in the water.
With a flicker of qi, she dropped her Veil of Still Waters, her form shimmering into view—golden-tanned skin, chestnut hair plastered to her shoulders, teardrop breasts heaving. Her eyes locked on his, face still pressed to his groin, lips glistening with cum.
Fengyang froze, eyes widening. Huo Yan went silent, his guess was dead wrong. "Lian Xue?" Fengyang stammered, shock warring with arousal as her tongue flicked his softening tip.
Huo Yan coughed, masking embarrassment. Then his voice rumbled in Fengyang's mind, thick with mocking amusement. "Hmph, brat, you actually believed that dragon carp tale? Haha! A runt like you, dreaming of getting sucked by a mermaid? Even Wei Long had to brave the treacherous seas, nearly dying in the Coral Palace, just to have his cock sucked by a Mermaid."
Mermaids were famed for their mouths, the most talented among all races. Fishermen brag about getting blown by them, their lips a wet heaven for any sailor. But the Mermaid Queen and princesses? They're different—chaste, loyal to their chosen mates, never stooping to suck human filth like their lesser kin.
Their royal blood traces back to a dragon carp, a beast that became a mermaid, then ascended to a true dragon, revered as a god by all mermaids.
Back then, Wei Long carved his way through their guardians, slaughtering any mermaid who dared block him. In the heart of the Coral Palace, he chained the Mermaid King to his own throne.
Right before the king's eyes, Wei Long had the Queen and the princesses kneel, their mouths working his cock with divine skill. He fondled their full, glistening breasts, sucking their nipples raw, savoring their shame. Too bad their lower bodies—scaly, fish-like tails—were unfit for his cock.
Fengyang pulled his cock free, a string of saliva and cum stretching between her lips and his tip. Lian Xue opened her mouth, revealing a pool of cum, then swallowed deliberately, her throat bobbing before his eyes. "As expected of Young Master Lin," she purred, rising slightly, her hand trailing up his chest, fingers tracing his sweat-slick pecs. "Such vigor—so delicious."
Fengyang flinched, flustered. Lian Xue was Xingchen's spy, her loyalty tied to the man who'd nearly killed him. If she had malicious intent, I'd feel my yang draining—her qi would've sapped me dry. I'd never dominate her like this.
Those sluts with Xingchen would've sucked my yang dry, he thought, recalling their predatory hunger. She's just a spy—why not fuck her if she's offering?
His lips curled. This gift, Young Master, I'll gladly accept.
His hand groped her teardrop breast, squeezing its soft weight, thumb flicking her rosy nipple. Lian Xue giggled, her fingers tracing his chiseled abs, nails grazing the ridges.
"Aren't you afraid to spread your legs for me, being Xingchen's eyes and ears?" he teased, voice low, testing her.
She chuckled, guiding his other hand to her crotch. Her folds were slick under his fingers. "Look who's talking, Young Master Lin. You weren't afraid to touch Young Master Gu's slave."
Her voice was playful. Her eyes glinted with challenge.
"Besides, Young Master Gu isn't petty. He lets us indulge as we please. I'm curious what it's like to be Elder Su. You leave her so beautifully ravaged. I got jealous and wanted a taste. Can you blame me?"
Fengyang's smirk widened, his fingers rubbing her folds, drawing a soft moan. "Blame you? No—I'll reward you." His voice was a growl, arousal overriding caution. She's no threat, just a lustful pawn. Let's see how she compares to Meiyin.
"Then show me," Lian Xue purred, her hand stroking his half-hard cock, coaxing it back to life. "Make me feel like elder Su." Her lips brushed his ear, breath hot, urging him on.
Their banter melted into action as Lian Xue's arms wrapped around his neck, her legs hooking around his waist. She pressed her back against the pool's edge, the marble cool against her skin, and their lips crashed together, tongues colliding in a fervent dance.
Fengyang's cock nudged her entrance, slick from her arousal, and he entered her slowly, savoring the tight, warm grip of her pussy. Their kiss deepened, wet and heated, her moans muffled against his mouth as he rocked into her, the water lapping their joined bodies. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples scraping his skin, a sensual friction that stoked his desire.
The rhythm was slow, deliberate. Each thrust was a measured glide that sent ripples through the pool. Lian Xue's tongue swirled against his. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Her hips met his, matching his pace. The steam curled around them. Their bodies were slick with water. The jasmine scent mingled with their shared heat.
Her pussy clenched around him, a pulsing vise. It drew soft groans from his throat. Their kiss remained unbroken, a passionate tangle of lips and breath. It felt like a duel for dominance.
Fengyang's pace quickened, hips driving harder, the water splashing against the pool's edge with each thrust. Lian Xue's moans grew louder, breaking their kiss as she gasped, her head tilting back, chestnut hair spilling over the marble. Her legs tightened around him, urging him deeper, her pussy gripping him like a glove, each thrust sending shudders through her frame.
Fengyang's hands gripped her hips, anchoring her as he fucked her, lost in the moment, the thrill of claiming Xingchen's spy fueling his desire.
Pulling out, Fengyang kissed her heatedly, lips bruising hers before trailing down her neck, nipping her collarbone. His mouth descended, capturing a rosy nipple, sucking hard as Lian Xue arched, a soft cry escaping her. He swirled his tongue around the peak, teasing it with flicks, then switched to her other breast, kneading its soft weight while sucking, her nipple hardening under his lips.
Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in, her moans a sweet melody as he played her body like an instrument, savoring her responsiveness.
Lowering himself, he kissed her navel, his lips brushing the soft skin. His tongue swirled around the delicate indent, tracing its curve with slow, teasing circles. Lian Xue giggled, her stomach quivering under his touch, a faint flush spreading across her abdomen.
He raised her gently, strong hands lifting her lithe frame. He slanted her body, positioning her so her upper half rested on the pool's smooth marble edge, her chestnut hair spilling over the rim like a silken cascade. Her legs remained in the water, dangling languidly, toes grazing the jasmine-scented surface.
Kneeling in the shallow pool, the warm water lapping at his muscled thighs, he spread her thighs wide. Her pussy glistened under the steam's soft glow, its pink folds slick and inviting, framed by a faint sheen of arousal.
His breath caught, eyes darkening with hunger. His tongue delved in, lapping at her delicate folds, savoring her sweet-tangy essence that mingled with the pool's floral scent.
Lian Xue moaned, a low, throaty sound that echoed faintly in the chamber. Her hands tangled in his damp hair, fingers tightening, pulling him closer. He sucked her clit, lips closing around the sensitive bud, teasing it with gentle, rhythmic flicks. Then, he plunged his tongue inside, exploring her warm, pulsing depths.
Her hips bucked, grinding against his face, her moans echoing in the chamber as Fengyang's tongue worked her relentlessly. He alternated between long, slow licks and rapid flicks, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her spread, her pussy quivering under his assault.
The water lapped at her legs, a cool contrast to the heat of his mouth, her clit swelling under his attention. Lian Xue's fingers tightened in his hair, her body trembling as pleasure built, her voice a litany of gasps and cries, urging him on.
Fengyang deepened his efforts, sucking her clit harder, his tongue swirling in tight circles, then dipping to lap at her entrance, drinking her juices. Her thighs shook, her moans peaking as she neared climax, but he held back, teasing her edge, prolonging her pleasure.
"Young Master… please," she gasped, her voice raw, but he only smirked, his tongue relentless, pushing her to the brink without release, savoring her surrender to his touch.
Rising, Fengyang adjusted her, tilting her body so her upper half lay on the pool's marble edge, her legs dangling in the jasmine-scented water. Her pussy glistened at the edge, pink and slick with arousal. He stood in the pool, aligning his cock, and thrust into her, hips surging with controlled power. Her tight, wet heat gripped him, a pulsing vise that drew a low growl from his throat.
His rhythm started steady, each deep plunge hitting her core, her teardrop-shaped breasts swaying with the motion. The water churned softly, steam curling around their sweat-slick bodies.
Lian Xue's eyes glinted with defiance, her voice a husky whisper. "Harder, Young Master." Her words, laced with demonic freedom Xingchen preached, spurred him on.
Fengyang's hands clamped onto her hips, anchoring her against the bruising edge. He drove into her with vigor, the pace quickening, each thrust sending shivers through her frame. Her pussy quivered, clenching tighter, her moans rising into a fevered chant. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples hard.
The intensity surged, his cock pounding her depths with relentless fervor. The chamber echoed with their shared gasps, the water's ripples mirroring their escalating passion.
Fengyang felt his climax building, a searing heat in his core, mirrored by her tightening spasms. He didn't hold back. With a final, brutal thrust, he erupted inside her, his groan blending with her sharp cry as her pussy convulsed, their orgasms crashing together in a blinding wave of ecstasy.
Fengyang's breath steadied, the aftershocks of their shared orgasm fading. He gazed at Lian Xue, her body still trembling on the pool's edge, her chestnut hair clinging to her sweat-slick shoulders. A sly grin curved his lips—Xingchen's spy was too tempting to stop now. He shifted, his hands firm yet gentle, guiding her to turn.
Fengyang turned her around, her breasts pressing against the pool's smooth marble edge. Her body bent forward, ass raised enticingly, the curve of her hips gleaming under the lantern's glow.
His eyes caught the glint of anal beads nestled in her ass, their jade orbs shimmering faintly in the steam. His hand drifted to her pussy, fingers sliding through her slick, swollen folds, drawing a soft moan from Lian Xue.
Her hips rocked back instinctively, chasing his touch. He slipped a finger inside, curling it against her pulsing walls. Her pussy clenched around him, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. "Young Master… you're bold," she murmured, her voice husky with need, teasing yet thick with arousal.
He tugged lightly at the anal beads, feeling her sphincter twitch. "Should I pull these out?" he asked, his voice low and predatory. His fingers still worked her pussy, keeping her on edge. He'd seen Meiyin's anal awakening and knew the power of such play. Could Lian Xue match her fervor?
Lian Xue flushed, a flicker of fluster crossing her face. Young Master Gu's gift was exposed. Yet desire overrode shame. She missed the stretch of an assfucking, a craving Xiao Huoyan reveled in. Young Master Gu wouldn't call her now, not after this morning's mirror shard talk. "Go on, Young Master," she giggled, wiggling her hips. Her voice was a sultry invitation.
Fengyang pulled slowly. The beads emerged one by one. Each jade orb stretched her sphincter before popping free. Her ass twitched with each release. Lian Xue's face contorted. Her eyes fluttered. Her lips parted in a soft moan.
Her cheeks flushed deeper. Her asshole gaped, pink and pulsing. The sight stirred his cock to full hardness. His hands spread her asscheeks, holding them open. His gaze was predatory, savoring the twitching hole like a hunter eyeing prey.
Was he as skilled as Young master Gu at assfucking? Lian Xue wondered. Her body tensed with anticipation, craving the fill.
"Is your ass clean?" Fengyang asked. His voice was husky. His thumb traced slow circles around her rim, pressing lightly, testing its softness and give.
Lian Xue nodded, breathless. "Always, Young Master—I clean thoroughly before the beads." Her voice was eager, unashamed. Her demonic Dao freedom shone through.
Young Master Gu had disciplined her ass to remain pristine at all times for his sodomy. Thus, she was perpetually primed.
Fengyang leaned down, face burying between her spread asscheeks, his tongue delving into her gaping asshole, lapping at the sensitive rim. The musky-sweet taste filled his senses, her sphincter quivering under his licks, contracting with each pass.
Lian Xue moaned, her hands gripping the pool's edge, her body arching to push her ass against his face, urging him deeper. His tongue swirled, probing inside, teasing the tight walls, her skin glistening as she trembled under his assault.
He deepened his exploration, sucking at her rim, tongue thrusting in rhythmic pulses, mimicking a fuck. Lian Xue's moans grew louder, her ass clenching, her voice a raw plea as pleasure surged.
He pulled back, lips glistening, his cock throbbing with need. He rose, hands steadying her hips, ready to claim her fully.
Fengyang positioned his cock at her asshole, its tip pressing against the twitching sphincter. He pushed slowly, breaching her with a deliberate thrust. Her rim stretched to accommodate his girth. Lian Xue gasped, her body tensing, then relaxing as he sank deeper, inch by inch.
The tight heat of her ass gripped him like a vise. Her sphincter pulsed, adjusting to his size. He groaned, savoring the resistance, the slow slide until he was balls-deep. His hips pressed flush against her asscheeks.
He began to fuck her ass. His thrusts were steady but firm. Each one drew a moan from Lian Xue. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Her ass clenched around him, a perfect fit. The friction sent sparks through his nerves.
He's as good as Young Master Gu, she thought. Her body sang with pleasure. I missed this—such a reward for my cravings.
Her moans filled the chamber, unashamed. Fengyang's hands gripped her hips. He guided her back to meet his thrusts. The rhythm built. Her asscheeks rippled with each impact.
The pace quickened, his cock plunging deeper, her ass stretching to take him fully, the tight heat driving him wild. Lian Xue's body rocked, her boobs pressed against the marble, nipples scraping with each thrust, her voice a litany of "Yes, Young Master, harder!" Her ecstasy was palpable, her demonic Dao nature unleashed, craving the fill of his cock.
Hehe… I'll be Young Master Gu's precious concubine by day, dripping in jewels and praise—and still get my holes filled whenever I want. Mmh, such a perfect little life… spoiled, owned, and fucked just right.
Truly, I was made for this.
Lian Xue's moans peaked, her body trembling, her ass clenching tighter as pleasure overwhelmed her. He felt his climax nearing, the tight heat of her ass pushing him to the edge.
With a final, deep thrust, he came, unloading thick spurts of cum into her ass, the warmth spilling deep inside. Lian Xue shuddered, feeling the hot flood, her ass twitching as it filled her, a soft moan escaping her lips as she savored the sensation, her body limp against the pool's edge.
Pulling out, Fengyang's cock glistened with cum, her asshole gaping, leaking a slow trickle of his seed into the water.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to make her look.
"Lick it up," he snarled. "Come on—show me how much you loved getting your ass wrecked."
Lian Xue turned, her eyes glinting with defiance and delight. "Gladly, Young Master," she purred.
She sank to her knees in the pool. Her lips closed around his cock. She sucked gently. Her tongue lapped at the cum and her own musky tang. Her gills fluttered as she worked. She cleaned him thoroughly.
Her mouth was a warm caress. Her eyes locked on his, a silent challenge. She was no Meiyin, tamed by a pill. She was a demoness indulging her cravings, Young Master Gu's Xiao Huoyan in spirit.
As she rose, licking her lips, Lian Xue's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. Fengyang met her gaze. His smirk mirrored hers. The steam curled around them. The pool's ripples stilled. The air crackled with unspoken stakes.
Lian Xue was Xingchen's spy. Yet she'd fucked him willingly. Her pleasure was unfeigned. Her loyalty to Gu remained unshaken.
Fengyang's morale flared. A vow reignited in his chest. He'd play their game. He'd fuck their pawns. He'd carve his path to power.
Meiyin was his slave. Lian Xue was his conquest. Xingchen's schemes would crumble under the weight of his rise.