Chapter 23 - 3) Above the clouds.
The mirror glows, the moans rise. Zhao’s thrusts deepen, not rushed, not frenzied, but methodical, as if sculpting Dao with each stroke.
Zhao didn’t even glance at the jade palanquin.
Ye Chen’s cries, the soft squelch of shame, the stench of his surrender, none of it mattered... Not once, did Young Master found Ye Chen a threat.
Ye Chen was merely a worm, a breath is all it needed to end his puny life; a life that has no purpose, no path, he survived till now solely on the grace of heaven.
The only thing that actually matters, is The immortal master...
Once veiled in celestial silks, preaching balance and purity above the Nine Heavens.
As of now?
Her hair was wild, cheeks crimson, drool glistening at the corner of her mouth, and her jade lotus parted wide, offering her most sacred garden to the man who now owned her fate, awaiting the spring bring that brings the pollination.
"Y-Young Master Zhao..." she moaned, voice barely human, "Why... why does it feel so..."
Her body trembled as he bottomed out again, his divine Yang rod pressing directly against her womb.
Zhao’s hand slid up her belly, feeling her twitch around him, feeling her internal walls try to memorize him.