Chapter 577 - Continue the Examination
Lin Suya made a sound beneath him — a low, continuous, trembling sound that was not quite a moan and not quite a sob and contained elements of both.
"HNGH~!! OUNGH~!! IT IS STILL INSIDE~!! WHY IS IT STILL — WHEN DO YOU MOVE~!!"
"When I decide to," he said, without looking away from Wanchun.
"AAANGH~!!"
Wanchun looked at Lin Suya.
At the young woman’s arched back, the bare tits, the belly dome, the tears tracking from the corners of her eyes across her temples into her dark hair.
She looked back at Tianlong.
’[Wanchun — Internal]’
’She is eighteen years old.’
’She is eighteen years old and she has his cock inside her and she is crying and her cultivation base is doing something — I can see it even without cultivation sense, there is a glow coming from her midsection that was not there before, pink and gold, and her body is—’
’She came here wanting to be selected.’
’She said it with her whole face on that platform. She looked at him like he was a destination.’
’And now she has arrived there.’
’Is she — is that —’
’"OUNGH~!! AAANGHH~!! MORE~!!"’
’That is not a sound of someone who wants to stop.’
’That is not the sound I expected.’
She looked at the ancestor.
"What do you want from me," she said, directly.
He pulled back from Lin Suya in a slow drag that made the young woman grab the silk and produce a long, wrecked sound.
"HNNGH~!! WAIT~!! DO NOT~!! WHY IS IT—WHY DOES IT FEEL—COME BACK~!!"
He thrust.
PAH!
"AAANGHH~~!!"
He thrust again, his eyes still on Wanchun.
PAH PAH!
"HIEKK~!! OUNGH~!! ANCESTOR~!!"
"You," he said to Wanchun, over the sound of the young woman being thoroughly remade beneath him. "Are here because I want you here. Your son will be trained. That is real." His hips found their rhythm, the blurring pace that produced the sounds currently filling the chamber. "What happens in this room between now and that training is a different matter."
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"KYAAANNGHH~!! ANCESTOR YOUR JADE PILLAR IS BREAKING MY INNER SANCTUM~!! MY LOWER CORE IS ON FIRE~!! AAANGHH~!!"
"And if I refuse," Wanchun said.
"You leave," he said simply. "Your son still trains. I do not withhold cultivation gifts as punishment for refusals." He looked at her. "You are not here under threat. You were brought here under a false premise, which I acknowledge. But you are not trapped."
She looked at the door.
She looked at Lin Suya, whose belly was domed and whose cultivation base was blazing pink-gold and who was currently producing sounds that had cycled, in the last three minutes, from pain through something that Wanchun did not have a cultivation vocabulary for but a forty-four-year-old woman’s body understood without needing one.
"OUNGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! DO NOT STOP~!! WHY DID I SAY THAT~!! I CANNOT BELIEVE I SAID~!! AAANGHH~!! ANCESTOR DO NOT STOP~!!"
Wanchun closed her eyes.
The pheromones pressed against her like warm water. Her body, which had been managing them with the practical stubbornness of a non-cultivator who had no technique suppression available and was simply enduring, was losing the management effort by degrees.
She was wet between her spread legs.
She had been wet for several minutes.
She opened her eyes.
"Tell me one true thing," she said.
Tianlong looked at her through the continuing motion of his hips, his gold-crimson eyes steady.
PAH PAH!
"HIEKK~!! AAANGHH~!!"
"One true thing," she said.
"Your son is extraordinary," he said. "Not because he won today. Because of how he looked back at you after he won." His hips did not slow. "A cultivator who carries that kind of bond carries it into every technique he learns. It makes them deeper than cultivation alone can make them." He held her gaze. "I genuinely intend to train him. Not because of this room. Because he is worth training."
PHACCK!! PAH PAH!!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
Lin Suya came.
Her whole body arched, her small tits pressed upward, her belly pulsing with the cock inside her, her cultivation base detonating in a full-body Plum Blossom activation that sent pink-gold light blazing through every formation character in the chamber walls.
Wanchun watched.
She watched the young woman’s face — the tears and the open mouth and the rolled-back eyes and beneath all of it, beneath the overwhelmed, destroyed, first-time expression of a girl receiving more than she anticipated, something that was not suffering.
She looked at Tianlong.
"This will not be a purity examination," she said.
"No," he said.
"You intend to — with me—"
"Yes," he said.
She breathed.
Her hands were still on her own spread pussy, the dark hair against her fingers, the warmth of herself against her palms.
"I am forty-four years old," she said. "I am not a cultivator. I am not a young woman. I am not —"
"You are," he said, "exactly what you are. Which is sufficient."
She looked at him for a long moment.
Lin Suya was making small, continuous, helpless sounds beneath him, her body still processing its first orgasm, the pink-gold glow pulsing in slow waves from her dantian.
"My son," Wanchun said.
"Will never know," he said.
"You are certain."
"The elder who escorted him to the Purity Hill will bring him back when I signal. What happens in this room stays in this room." He looked at her steadily. "I do not expose. I do not shame. What you choose here belongs to you."
She breathed out.
Her hands, still against her own pussy, moved. Not away. They pressed, slightly, her fingers parting the dark-haired lips further, the warmth of herself against her own fingers unmistakable.
Her face went a color she had not shown in many years.
Tianlong pulled out of Lin Suya.
The young woman made a sound of total, wrecked loss.
"NNOOO~!! ANCESTOR~!! NOT YET~!! PLEASE~!! I WAS STILL~!!"
"Your turn will return," he said.
He stood.
His cock, slick and dark-veined and fully erect, stood at its full twelve inches in the chamber light, the crimson head gleaming.
He looked at Wanchun.
"Lie back," he said.
The seamstress from the lower mountain village, forty-four years old, mother of a young man currently sitting on the sect master’s private training hill holding his cultivation base at full extension, looked at the ancestor’s cock.
She lay back.
The silk was warm against her back, her enormous, natural tits falling to either side of her chest, her dark-haired pussy spread between her full thighs.
Tianlong settled over her, his weight supported above her on his forearms, the cockhead pressing against her entrance.
She was wet enough that the first inch found no resistance.
She drew a breath that was not entirely controlled.
"One more true thing," she said.
He looked down at her.
"I am listening," he said.
"Tell me his cultivation will genuinely be extraordinary," she said. "Not tournament winning. Genuinely extraordinary. Tell me it is worth it."
He looked at her with the gold-crimson gaze that was, she had learned, completely incapable of the particular kind of untruth that reassures people without meaning anything.
"Transcendence level," he said. "Within three years."
She looked at him.
She put her hands on his forearms.
"Then continue the examination," she said.
PAH!
"HNNGH~!!"