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Spirit Blossom Orb, Union of Souls
"Oh, mmm, ahh, so good, be gentle!"
Within the Spirit Blossom Orb, Mu Zi Yin, faced with Lan An's relentless charm, finally "surrendered."
Her flawless legs parted wide, yielding to Lan An's dragon-like manhood, plunging into her tight, slick core.
Her full breasts heaved, eyes half-closed, lips parted in incoherent moans under Li Zhu Luan's curious, heated gaze.
"So tight, darling, I love it," Lan An praised, thrusting steadily. Mu Zi Yin, seasoned yet responsive, swayed her hips to meet him deeply.
Her mind blanked, pleasure flooding her senses, her core clenching as if to crush his bold shaft.
Slap, slap, slap.
Their lower bodies glistened with her nectar, the wet sounds of their union amplifying the sensual symphony, intoxicatingly erotic.
Li Zhu Luan, watching her master cherished by her husband, felt her virgin core flood with desire. She sidled closer, embracing Lan An.
"Stick out your tongue, love," Lan An commanded with a wicked grin.
"Mmm," Li Zhu Luan complied, parting her rosy lips, her delicate, crimson tongue extended, breathtakingly alluring.
Like a puppy, she drew Lan An's lips to hers, his mouth claiming her sweet tongue, sucking fervently.
One hand left Mu Zi Yin's waist, seeking Li Zhu Luan's untouched core, teasing her folds.
"Mmm, husband, it's itchy…" Li Zhu Luan transmitted, her tongue still captured.
Lan An's heart raced, his shaft pounding Mu Zi Yin like a drill, his fingers intensifying their caress on Li Zhu Luan, probing her depths.
"Ow, mmm, gentle, Tiểu Nam," Mu Zi Yin moaned, torn between pain and bliss.
"Call me darling," Lan An demanded, releasing Li Zhu Luan's lips to face the mature beauty.
"You… dream on, hmph, ahh!" Mu Zi Yin blushed, never having called even her late husband such endearments.
"Defy me, and I'll ravish you senseless," Lan An feigned sternness, releasing Li Zhu Luan, withdrawing his slick shaft, flipping Mu Zi Yin onto her stomach, and raising her hips to reveal her glistening twin openings.
Her blooming core, petals swollen, and the delicate, pink chrysanthemum above captivated him.
Before their stunned gazes, Lan An kissed her drenched folds.
"Ahh, what are you doing?" Mu Zi Yin jolted, trembling, her scream echoing as unprecedented pleasure surged, driving her wild.
No one had ever kissed her there.
Slurp, slurp.
Ignoring her writhing, Lan An gripped her thighs, his tongue lapping her essence, savoring her unique, musky sweetness.
Having tasted Yan Ruo Xue and Yan Hong Lian, each woman's flavor was distinct, yet all enthralled him. Mu Zi Yin was no exception, her nectar consumed as his tongue teased her sensitive pearl.
"Oh, I'm dying, so good," Mu Zi Yin gasped, tears of ecstasy streaming.
"Darling, amazing, right?" Lan An grinned, his face glistening.
"You fool, aren't you ashamed? It's filthy!" Mu Zi Yin panted, scolding him.
"Filthy? It's your most sacred place, where our children will come from. I adore it—how could it be filthy?" Lan An chided, resuming his feast.
Mu Zi Yin's heart trembled, warmed by his words, relaxing to savor his worship, eyes closing in bliss.
Li Zhu Luan, moved by his devotion and watching him lavish her master, eyed his rigid shaft. Boldly, her delicate hand grasped it.
Lan An gasped as warmth enveloped him, looking down to see Li Zhu Luan's lips encircling his manhood, taking half its length, sending him to euphoria.
"Love, swirl your tongue, suck gently like candy," he transmitted, guiding her.
Li Zhu Luan clumsily obeyed, her soft tongue circling, occasionally sucking, delighting him.
"Perfect, I'm mad for you," Lan An praised, redoubling his efforts on Mu Zi Yin's core.
The scene was decadently divine—Lan An savoring the master's core while the disciple pleasured him.
After prolonged ecstasy, Mu Zi Yin climaxed again, overwhelmed by the novel sensation.
Lan An, nearing his peak under Li Zhu Luan's improving ministrations, signaled her to stop, withdrawing from her lips to align with Mu Zi Yin's open petals, glimpsing her inner depths.
Unhurried, he rubbed his shaft against her folds, teasing.
"Hmph, mmm, what now?" Mu Zi Yin moaned.
"Call me darling, and I'll cherish you," Lan An insisted.
"Never!" Mu Zi Yin bit her lip, her empty core aching under his teasing, yet refusing to yield.
"So needy? Want me to take you? Say it," Lan An teased, grinning.
"Shameless!" Mu Zi Yin snapped, her core's torment unbearable.
Lan An lay beside her, meeting her resentful gaze, feigning sorrow: "Shameless? You'll never love me, open your heart. Why should I keep doting on you?"
Before she could reply, he pulled Li Zhu Luan into his arms, kissing her forehead, murmuring: "Only Trúc Loan loves me, indulges me."
"I'm your wife, forever yours," Li Zhu Luan purred, pressing her breasts against him, caressing his chest.
Watching their intimacy, stung by Lan An's disappointment, Mu Zi Yin felt wronged, biting her lip, curling up, ignoring him, her body trembling.
"Husband, Master's pitiable," Li Zhu Luan transmitted, concerned.
Lan An, pained by Mu Zi Yin's state, decided to shift tactics, ignoring her briefly.
He laid Li Zhu Luan beside Mu Zi Yin, pressing himself atop her, kissing her lips that had just pleasured him.
Smack, smack.
Their naked bodies entwined passionately, leaving Mu Zi Yin isolated.
She covered her ears, blocking their sounds, haunted by Lan An's dejection. Memories flooded—his rescue, his revelation of Duan Zhi Ping's betrayal, his tender care, his generous gifts of Beauty Nurturing Pills and robes.
In his Spirit Blossom Orb, she was a captive, yet he treated her not as a trophy but with respect, unlike the fate she'd face under a villain's hands—enslaved, sold, or worse.
His brief roguery aside, he was exceptional to her, his fleeting pleasures surpassing her twenty years of marriage.
Her gratitude for Duan Zhi Ping paled against the love-hate she felt for Lan An.
She realized he held her heart.
But now, too late, he embraced her disciple, leaving her alone.
Shockingly, she felt jealousy toward Li Zhu Luan.
Tears welled, her body quaking.
"Who's hurt my darling? Tell me, I'll end them," Lan An's gentle voice whispered.
His strong arms enveloped her, pulling her close, his rigid shaft brushing her skin.
Mu Zi Yin's heart raced, turning to glare through tears, fists pounding his chest: "It's you, you wretch! I hate you, hate you!"
Lan An wiped her tears, letting her vent.
Exhausted, Mu Zi Yin's arms encircled his waist, her face resting against his heartbeat.
"Darling, remember what I said?" Lan An stroked her hair, voice husky.
"Hmm, what?" she murmured.
"'As long as you're by my side, love or hate doesn't matter,'" he recalled.
She nodded, trembling—he had said that.
"I lied," Lan An admitted, startling her. "I want you forever, but loving me. If you hate me, I'd rather you kill me, so you'd be free of hate."
"You… wretch," Mu Zi Yin sobbed, clinging tighter, seeking his lips.
Lan An welcomed her, their tongues entwining, his shaft slipping into her eager core.
"Mmm," she moaned, filled by him.
This time, he was gentle, kissing her lovingly, their tongues dancing, sharing essence.
His shaft moved slowly, tenderly, each thrust a fusion of body and soul, their spirits soaring.
Li Zhu Luan, watching their harmony, smiled, her hand caressing her own core.
"Love, good?" Lan An asked, parting from her lips.
"Not bad," Mu Zi Yin smiled, radiant like blooming flowers, stunning him.
"You're breathtaking. Having you is my life's fortune," he murmured.
"Smooth-talker," she teased, heart sweetened.
"Want me rougher?" he asked, still gentle.
"I like it soft," she admitted, blushing.
"Haha, but I love it hard," Lan An teased, sensing her shyness, flipping her to thrust faster.
"Mmm, so good," she moaned.
"I'm in bliss, I love you, Tử Âm, I love you," Lan An declared, driving deep, touching her core's depths.
"Mmm, hmph, Tiểu Nam, me too," she confessed, eyes misty, shy yet brave.
"Good girl, raise your hips, let me take you from behind," he patted her curves.
"Hmph," she huffed, but complied, kneeling for him.
Slap, slap, slap.
His shaft plunged forcefully, relentless.
"Oh, I'm dying, this feels too good, kill me, Tiểu Nam," Mu Zi Yin gasped, her core gripping him, pulling him deeper.
Lan An, enraptured, kneaded her swaying breasts.
He varied his rhythm—nine shallow, one deep—occasionally withdrawing fully to slam back in, their pleasure cresting.
"Darling, next time, let me claim here," he teased, fingering her delicate chrysanthemum.
Mu Zi Yin's mind reeled, thrilled yet alarmed: "Want to kill me? It's too big, ahh, so good…"
Lan An chuckled, his desire to conquer all of her burning, but not yet.
After dozens of final thrusts, they peaked, Lan An gripping her hips, flooding her with his essence.
"I'm—oh, I'm there… so good," they moaned in unison.
Mu Zi Yin collapsed, eyes half-closed, savoring the afterglow.
Lan An remained inside, ensuring his seed stayed, caressing her gently, then said earnestly: "I'll teach you a technique. Next time we cultivate together, it'll heal your wounds completely."
"Won't fear my betrayal?" she teased, eyes playful.
"As I said, if you hate me, kill me to vent," he replied sincerely.
"Who'd kill you? I'll make you owe me forever, serving me to pay it off, tormenting you slowly," she huffed fiercely.
"All yours," Lan An smiled, stroking her cheek, imparting the Dragon Immortal Sacred Canon.
Mu Zi Yin absorbed it, eyes widening at its profundity, surpassing any technique she'd known, its dual cultivation intricacies divine.
Her heart warmed anew, kissing him, saying gravely: "I need to seclude and study this."
"Do as you wish," Lan An nodded, smiling.
Mu Zi Yin turned to Li Zhu Luan, embracing her, whispering: "We've bet our lives on this man. We can't lose, nor afford to."
"Master, I trust him. You've felt his love," Li Zhu Luan smiled confidently.
"Be gentle with Loan," Mu Zi Yin glared at Lan An, donning her Jade Butterfly Dress, joining Bai Su Mei in meditation.
Lan An gazed at Li Zhu Luan, her eyes brimming with love, lifting her into his arms.
A mechanical voice resounded: "Ding, Seize Virtuous Wife quest completed. Reward: One Earth-Grade Artifact Summon, One Heaven-Grade Technique Summon."