Chapter 576 - An Intelligent MILF is More Exciting to Fuck
She looked at him.
His face was calm and direct and he was ten inches of limp cock away from her spread thighs.
"Ancestor," she said, and her voice came out mostly steady, "is this truly —"
"Your son is sitting on the Purity Hill right now," he said, "holding his cultivation base at full extension, believing you are undergoing the examination that will validate his selection." He looked at her. "Will you let him wait for nothing."
Her jaw tightened.
She reached down.
Her fingers — a seamstress’s fingers, calloused at the tips from years of needle-work, practical and strong — pressed against her own pussy lips. She parted them, the inner pink spreading open, the soft walls visible, the wet warmth of a body that had been responding to the room’s air without her permission showing in the gleam of her own arousal.
The pinkish inner walls trembled faintly with her breathing.
"Good," he said.
He turned to Lin Suya.
The young woman had undressed while Wanchun was occupied with her own process. She stood against the wall in nothing — her handful-sized tits bare, brown nipples already stiff, her dark pubic hair a neat triangle above the tight press of her thighs. She had her lower lip between her teeth and her clear, dark eyes were very wide and very present.
"You," he said. "The same."
She came to the bed. She sat beside Wanchun. The two women sat side by side on the silk — a forty-four-year-old seamstress and an eighteen-year-old Foundation Establishment cultivator, both bare, both spreading their knees at a divine being’s instruction with the specific, resigned determination of women who have each decided that what they are doing is necessary.
Lin Suya reached down.
Her fingers pressed against her own slit.
She tried to spread it.
The lips resisted. They were tight in the way of a virgin who had never opened herself this way, the close-pressed flesh pressing back against her own fingers with a stubbornness that made her brow furrow.
"I — it will not —" she started.
"Let me help you," Tianlong said, "spread that tiny hole of yours."
He moved.
He crossed to the bed in two steps and his large hand found her ankle, gripping it, pulling her toward him — her body sliding across the silk, her tits pressing flat with the motion, her breath going out in a sharp, surprised burst as her legs spread with the pull and his cock, which had been doing nothing for the last several minutes, arrived at the entrance to her pussy with the warm, blunt, total presence of something that had made up its mind.
"WAIT~!! ANCESTOR~!!" Her hands flew up. "I have not — I am still —"
"I know," he said.
He pressed.
The cockhead pressed against her tight, close-pressed lips with a slow, steady pressure, and her lips resisted for exactly the length of time that twelve inches of divine cock operating at the Horny God Physique’s passive output could be resisted by the untouched flesh of an eighteen-year-old, which was not long.
The lips parted.
One inch.
"HIEKK~!!" She grabbed his forearms. Her nails pressed into the muscle. "IT IS — ANCESTOR IT IS TOO — THE SIZE OF IT~!! AAANGH~!!"
’[Lin Suya — Internal]’
’I wanted his training.’
’I wanted to be selected. I wanted to stand on that platform and fight and even when I lost I held onto the wanting because he looked at me and I thought—’
’TWO INCHES.’
’That is—I did not know that was inside a man. I did not know that the texts were being restrained when they said jade pillar and divine staff. The restrain was enormous. The real thing is—’
’It is warm.’
’Why is it warm? It is pressing into me and it is warm and it is tearing something and my lower dantian is—my cultivation base is—’
’THREE INCHES.’
’AAAHH—’
The blood came.
A thin thread, then more, running down the shaft and dropping onto the silk in dark blooms, the evidence of what was being unmade spreading in the pale fabric as he pressed deeper and her hymen gave way with the patient, total inevitability of flesh before something that had simply decided.
"AAANGHH~!! IT HURTS~!! ANCESTOR~!! MY INNER — MY LOWER SANCTUM~!! SOMETHING TORE~!! IT HURTS~!!"
"I know," he said. "It will pass."
"WHEN~!! HIEKK~!! FOUR INCHES~!! I CAN FEEL FOUR INCHES OF IT AND THERE IS MORE~!! I CAN FEEL THERE IS MORE~!!"
"Yes," he said.
He grabbed her hands — both of them, her wrists, folding them above her head and holding them there with one hand while the other moved to her small, stiff-nippled tits and pressed down.
"HNGH~!! MY CHEST~!! ANCESTOR THAT IS~!!"
He pressed her nipple with his thumb and her cultivation base blazed, the Plum Blossom technique activating in full with the specific, warm, lower-core flood that the technique produced when the body beneath it was receiving exactly the kind of external stimulus the technique’s foundational design had been built around.
Five inches.
Six.
Her belly domed faintly — the beginnings of the visible bulge that twelve inches inside a tight virgin body produced when the head pushed against organs that were not accustomed to pressure from this direction.
"I CANNOT~!! ANCESTOR~!! YOUR JADE PILLAR IS INSIDE MY BELLY~!! I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BELLY~!! AAANGHH~!!"
Wanchun had not moved.
She was sitting on the bed two feet to Lin Suya’s left with her legs still spread and her hands still on her own pussy and she was watching what was happening to the young woman with the wide, still eyes of a woman who had been told this was a cultivation examination and was revising that understanding in real time.
’This is not,’ she thought, with the clear, simple certainty of a woman who has been alive for forty-four years and has no cultivation training but extensive experience with reality, ’a purity examination.’
Tianlong drove the remaining six inches home.
Lin Suya’s back arched off the silk.
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
The sound filled the chamber, pressed against the formation-sealed walls, and stayed there.
Her thighs were shaking. Her small tits, pressed under his hand, trembled with each breath. Her belly showed the full dome of his presence inside her — the unmistakable, impossible outline of twelve inches in a body built for far less, the shape of it visible through her skin like a fist through silk.
He held there.
Feeling the tight, clenching, weeping walls around him, the virgin flesh learning its new parameters, the Plum Blossom cultivation base blazing through her meridians in the automatic, involuntary activation that happened every time his cock encountered the technique in a new body.
He looked at Wanchun.
She met his gaze.
"Ancestor," she said. Her voice was completely even. "That girl is not being examined."
"No," he said.
"You lied to me," she said.
"I gave you a framework you would accept," he said. "To get you here, in this room, without causing a scene on the tournament platform."
Her jaw was very tight.
"My son," she said.
"Is sitting on the Purity Hill holding his cultivation base at full extension and will continue doing so until I send for him," Tianlong said. "When I do, I will actually give him the cultivation transfer I described. This part was not a lie." He looked at her. "Only the reason for your presence here was omitted."