Chapter 25: Dual Cultivation[R-18]2*
Li Yao leaned in, her breath warm against his skin, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she extended her tongue,licked the precum lightly tracing the glistening tip that had already begun to leak with anticipation.
As her tongue swept over the fluid, a soft, involuntary moan escaped Li Yao’s lips. Her crimson eyes widened slightly in surprise—the taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced, rich and intoxicating, as if infused with some heavenly nectar. It was so delicious that she momentarily lost herself in it. Seeing her stunned reaction, Meng Hao couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, the corner of his lips lifting with amusement.
"Looks like that extra ability is working better than I thought," Meng Hao mused inwardly, a flicker of amusement passing through his mind. Yet he didn’t linger on the thought. His focus quickly returned to the moment at hand—especially as Li Yao, with unwavering devotion, continued her slow, deliberate motions along his shaft, her tongue dancing with a mix of curiosity and desire.
After a few lingering moments of teasing, Li Yao parted her lips, her eyes smoldering with determination. Slowly, she began to take him into her mouth, inch by inch, her movements patient yet filled with reverence. When she finally reached her limit, her lips pressed against the base, she wrapped her hands around the remaining length she couldn’t take, ensuring that no part of him was left untouched.
At this point, the only part of her visible beneath him were her delicate cheeks, now slightly bulged, stretched by the fullness within her mouth. The sight alone—a blend of devotion and lewd elegance—was enough to send a wave of heat through Meng Hao. A deep, uncontrollable groan escaped his lips, his body trembling slightly as he watched her work with unwavering focus.
After a few moments of stillness, Li Yao began to move—her head rising and falling in a steady rhythm, lips gliding smoothly along his length. Her hands joined in harmony with her mouth, stroking the base with practiced precision. The combined sensations were overwhelming; with each motion, the pleasure surged, building with an intensity that made Meng Hao’s breath hitch, his fingers curling as he struggled to keep control.
"Fuck, ," He let out a deep grunt, his pleasure escaping in raw sound. His fingers instinctively tightened in her hair, reveling in its silky, smooth texture as they threaded through the soft strands. The sensation grounded him even as waves of ecstasy threatened to pull him under, her every movement drawing him closer to the edge.
Meng Hao’s voice came out low and strained, laced with pleasure.
"Your mouth... it feels fucking incredible," he murmured, his tone husky, barely holding back the trembling edge in his voice as he looked down at her.
She hummed softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.