Chapter 583 - An Adapted Body to His Taste
Wanchun came six times before the sun touched the mountain’s western edge.
She stopped counting Lin Suya’s orgasms somewhere around four when they stopped being individual events and became a continuous, overlapping state that the young woman was simply living inside.
The candles burned low.
The room smelled of everything that had happened in it.
He carried them to the balcony.
Not separately. One in each arm, both women pressed against his sides with their bare skin against the cool mountain air, their tits against his ribs, the evening light on the mountain’s eastern face spreading across the inner pavilion gardens below in long, amber strips.
Lin Suya made a small, contented sound against his shoulder.
Wanchun looked at the valley.
The spring.
The Purity Hill was visible from the balcony — a rocky outcrop at the inner pavilion’s northern edge where a natural spring ran cold from the mountain face, its pool shallow and clear. The late-evening light caught the water’s surface.
And the figure sitting in it.
Wufei.
He was submerged to his chest, sitting in the spring with his sword across his knees and his cultivation base blazing gold around him in the specific, strained glow of a Foundation Establishment practitioner who had been holding full cultivation extension for several hours and was beginning to approach his genuine limit. His jaw was set. His eyes were closed.
The water was mountain-cold.
He was shaking.
Wanchun’s breath went out of her in a single, stricken sound.
"He is—" she started. "He will—" Her hand gripped Tianlong’s arm. "Ancestor, he will take damage at this rate—please—please stop this—please send someone—he is my son—"
"He is stronger than you think," Tianlong said.
"He is shaking—"
"He is approaching a genuine threshold," Tianlong said. "What he hits on the other side of this will be his actual cultivation ceiling removed. His core is breaking through by being forced against its own limit." He looked at the spring. "This is what I needed to know about him. He is holding."
"He is freezing—"
PAH.
He drove his cock into her from behind.
His hand found her belly, pressing flat against the soft roundness of her lower abdomen, his palm warm against her skin.
"AAANGHH~!!" She grabbed the balcony railing.
"He is your son," he said, against her ear, his hips beginning their rhythm. "That means he came from you. His endurance is yours. His refusal to stop is yours." His hand moved from her belly to her enormous hanging tit. "You raised him to sit in cold water and hold his cultivation base until someone told him he had proven himself." He squeezed.
"HNGH~!!"
PAH PAH!
"ANCESTOR~!! ON THE BALCONY~!! HE MIGHT SEE~!!"
"His eyes are closed," Tianlong said. "He is focused. You taught him focus."
"AAANGHH~!! DO NOT SAY GOOD THINGS ABOUT MY SON WHILE YOU ARE~!! WHILE YOUR COCK IS~!! HIEKK~!!"
PAH PAH PAAH! PHACCK!
"KYAAANNGHH~!!"
His cock drove through her from behind with the full, blurring speed he had been building toward for the last hour, his balls hitting her ass, her enormous tits swinging forward over the balcony railing, the cold mountain air against their heated surfaces. His hand gripped her belly and then her tit and then found the angle that had sent her over the edge four times already this afternoon.
"AAANGHH~!! THERE~!! THAT PLACE AGAIN~!! ANCESTOR~!! MY SON IS IN THE WATER~!!"
"Your son is about to break through to Core Formation," he said. "Pay attention to what is happening to your body."
PAH PAH PAH! PHACCK PHACCK!!
"KYAAAANNNGGHHHH~~~!!!!"
She came over the balcony railing with her enormous tits hanging in the evening air and tears running down her face and her pussy gripping him in rolling, desperate pulses.
He came in her ass.
The blast went into her bowels with the same volume that had been filling her all day, the warmth spreading through her lower body, his hand pressing against her belly where the dome of seed was building inside her.
He leaned to her ear.
"Tell your son," he said, his voice low, even, his hand moving from her belly to her throat with a grip that was not tight but was present, "that you are leaving the village." His cock pulsed another load into her. "Come to me. Daily." He pressed his mouth against her cheek. "Become mine. Let me have you whenever I want you."
She was crying.
Not from pain. Not from what he had done to her body. From the specific, overwhelming grief of a woman who had been a seamstress for twenty-two years and a mother for eighteen and had never, in any of those years, been asked to belong to something simply for herself.
Her grip on the balcony railing tightened.
"Yes," she said.
The word came out from somewhere very deep.
"Yes, master."
PAH!
She screamed.
The sound went out over the mountain in the evening air, and Wufei’s eyes opened briefly in the spring below, and then closed again as he returned to his cultivation hold, convinced the sound had been the wind.
He turned to Lin Suya.
She had been leaning against the balcony wall beside them, her small body wrapped in a cultivation robe she had pulled around herself against the cold air, watching Wanchun’s destruction with the wide, clear attention she brought to everything.
When he turned, she let the robe fall.
Her small brown-nippled tits, her tight pussy with its dark hair, the slight, hopeful frame of an eighteen-year-old who had come to a tournament this morning wanting to be seen and had been seen in every possible dimension.
He pulled her against him.
His arms around her from behind, his chest against her back, his chin against the top of her head. His cock pressing against the curve of her ass with its familiar, insistent warmth.
He pressed into her pussy.
Not anal this time. Slow, full, the long stroke into a cunt that had learned him over the course of a day and received him now with the specific, welcoming warmth of a body that had revised its fundamental architecture around a new occupant.
She pressed back against him.
Her hands covering his arms where they wrapped around her.
"AAANGHH~!! ANCESTOR~!! SLOWLY~!! WHEN YOU HOLD ME LIKE THIS~!! HNNGH~!!"
He pressed his mouth to her ear.
"Are you happy."
The question arrived in the middle of a thrust and she gasped and clutched his forearms and then produced a sound that was half moan and half the specific, wet, overwhelmed laugh of a young woman whose emotions and body had been running at full capacity all day and had arrived at something that felt, against every expectation, like satisfaction.
"AAANGHH~!! YES~!!" she said. "THANK YOU~!! HIEKK~!!"
"Good," he said.
PAH PAH!
"HNGH~!! OUNGH~!!"
He looked at the cultivation characters forming around her dantian — the pink-gold light blooming through her skin, the formation text that had been building all day arriving at its conclusion in the evening air.
Core Formation — Peak Stage Achieved.
She saw it.
He felt her see it — the sudden, full-body stillness of a cultivator who has just registered their own breakthrough, the Plum Blossom technique blazing at its new depth, the dantian settling into its wider, deeper basin.
She began to cry.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"AAANGHH~!! I AM CRYING AND YOU ARE STILL~!! OUNGH~!! THE CHARACTERS~!! I CAN SEE THE CHARACTERS~!! ANCESTOR I AM AT CORE FORMATION~!! PEAK~!!"
"Yes," he said.
"IN ONE DAY~!!"
"Yes."
"HAAIYAANGH~!! THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE~!!"