Chapter 28: Dual Cultivation till morning
Li Yao moaned, her voice low and breathy, as her body instinctively rocked back against him. Her inner walls clenched around his length, drawing him deeper, tightening with every thrust.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice a low growl, each word laced with heat.
"Mhm…" she managed, lost in the rhythm of their bodies.
He drove into her again, harder this time, his hands gripping her waist as his hips slapped against her with a sharp, rhythmic sound that echoed through the chamber. The mix of skin meeting skin and her soft cries filled the space with raw, unfiltered desire.
"I want to hear you say it," he demanded, leaning forward, his breath hot against her ear.
Li Yao gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets. "I… I like it."
"Like what?" he pressed, his pace unrelenting.
She hesitated, then whispered—hoarse, needy, and completely undone.
"I like your cock."
Meng hao started pumping his hips, his pace relentless, his body demanding more.
"Tell me, senior sister. Tell me how much you love my cock."
"I love it, junior brother. I love your big, thick cock."
Her words were all it took
While Cheng Yue from the ring was watching them having sex and thinking about her dual cultivation with meng hao when she get a body.
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As the final waves of pleasure faded and Li Yao lay trembling beneath him, Meng Hao's system pinged softly in his mind.
[Name: Chang Yue]
Age: 5,678
Cultivation: Middle Void Refining Realm (Currently in Soul Form)
*Favorability: ★★★☆☆(3-Star)
Status: Observing…
"An interesting vessel…"
Meng Hao blinked.
Wait… what? Chang Yue?
Li Yao's master from the soul-bound ring?!
She saw us?
His gaze flicked to Li Yao's finger where the jade ring shimmered faintly. Almost mockingly.
So she was watching… the whole time…
Well i will think about it later
Meng hao could not control himself any longer.
He leaned forward, his chest pressed against her back, his arms wrapped around her waist, his hands cupping her full, heavy breasts, squeezing them, teasing her nipples.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder, her body quivering beneath him.
"Yes, junior brother, yes."
His teeth nipped at her neck, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear, his cock pulsing deep inside her, the sensation nearly driving him mad.
"You're so fucking sexy," he grunted, his fingers tweaking her nipples, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoing through the room.
"I could fuck you like this forever."
Li Yai laughed, the sound filled with lust and excitement, her breath warm against his cheek.
Meng Hao's hands roamed up her trembling torso, slow and deliberate, until his fingers brushed beneath her jaw. His thumb pressed gently against her lower lip.
"Open," he commanded, voice low and husky.
Li Yao obeyed without hesitation. Her lips parted, inviting, and he slid his fingers between them. She wrapped her mouth around them, her tongue swirling in slow, deliberate strokes as she began to suck, never breaking eye contact.
His other hand remained on her chest, kneading her breasts with skillful pressure—squeezing, tugging, teasing until her moans vibrated against his fingers.
"F-Fuck…" she gasped around them, her voice muffled, breath hitching. The sight of her so obedient, so lost in pleasure, sent another wave of heat coursing through him.
Meng Hao groaned, his cock twitching, the knot of release tightening deep inside him.
"Shit… I'm gonna come," he growled, his voice strained as his rhythm began to break, his thrusts growing erratic.
Li Yao withdrew his fingers with a wet pop, her voice dark and drenched in desire.
"Then come for me, Junior Brother," she whispered, her crimson eyes gleaming like twin flames. "Give me everything."
That did it.
"F-Fuck—" he grunted, his whole body tensing as the climax crashed through him, white-hot and blinding.
"I'm coming," Meng Hao growled, his voice hoarse, strained with the edge of release.
"Yes…" Li Yao hissed, her back arching, nails digging deep into his thighs as her body trembled with anticipation. "Do it. Give it to me."
His mind blurred—every thought lost to the storm of sensation tearing through him. The pleasure was white-hot, overwhelming, like lightning striking again and again.
"Ah—fuuuck!"
With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. His cock throbbed, swelling as his release surged forward, thick and hot, spilling into her in heavy pulses. The sensation sent a ripple through them both.
Li Yao cried out, her walls clenching tight around him, milking every drop, her entire body convulsing as she came again. Her breath hitched, her eyes shut tight, sweat glistening on her skin.
"Oh god…" she gasped, her voice breathy and full of wonder, as if the pleasure was too much to contain. Her fingers tangled in his damp hair, holding him close.
"So good," she breathed, her tone thick with lust and lingering tremors. "Just… don't stop…"
Meng Hao let out a breathless chuckle, his forehead pressing against hers.
"Oh, Senior Sister," he murmured, voice still shaking. "I don't think I could… even if I wanted to."
"Good," she whispered, her hips rising again to meet his. "Then keep going…"
And with their bodies still joined, their hearts racing, the night refused to end.
"I don't want this to end," Li Yao whispered, her voice soft, almost vulnerable.
"Me neither," Meng Hao murmured back, his arms tightening around her as he held her close. Their bodies remained flush, skin against skin, breath mingling in the still-warm air of the chamber.
"We still have all night," he added, a small smile curving his lips. "And we're going to use it well."
Li Yao smiled, the heat in her gaze returning like a slow-burning flame. Her crimson eyes shimmered with a mix of tenderness and mischief.
Without a word, she slowly pulled away, rising just enough to break their embrace. Then, with a deliberate push, she guided Meng Hao onto his back. He let her, watching with interest as she climbed atop him, her body fluid and feline in motion.
Her hand wrapped around his dick—still hard, still throbbing—and she positioned the tip right at her entrance, her wetness welcoming him back.
"Well then," she purred, her tone sultry, her hair cascading around her like a silken curtain. "Ready for round three?"
Meng Hao grinned up at her, his eyes half-lidded with desire. "Bring it on."
"As you wish."
With a slow, teasing roll of her hips, she sank down onto him, inch by inch, taking him deep once more. A soft gasp slipped from her lips as he filled her again, the stretch deliciously familiar. Their mingled release from before caused a slick warmth to seep out around his shaft, trailing down between her thighs as she began to move.
The rhythm returned—slower now, more intimate. Less like a rush of lust, and more like something sacred between them.
And round three had only just begun.
Li Yao smirked, her hips rolling in slow, teasing circles as she ground down against him, her inner walls clenching deliciously around his cock.
"Let's see what you've got, then," she challenged, her voice sultry, dripping with wicked delight.
Meng Hao gave a wry smile, eyes gleaming with heat.
"Oh, Senior Sister… you're going to regret saying that."
"We'll see," she purred, leaning forward just slightly—daring him.
In the blink of an eye, he moved.
His hands gripped her waist, and with a sudden surge of strength, he flipped them over in one smooth motion. Now it was Li Yao who lay beneath him, her hair splayed across the pillow, her chest rising and falling as her body adjusted to the shift in control.
Her eyes widened in surprise for only a heartbeat—then narrowed with intrigue, her lips curving into a sly, dangerous smile.
"So… this is how you're going to play," she murmured, her fingers sliding into his hair, tugging him closer. Her breath was warm against his cheek. "Then don't go easy on me."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he growled.
He crashed his lips onto hers in a deep, claiming kiss. Their mouths moved with urgency, teeth clashing, tongues tangling as his hands roamed her body—palming her breasts, tracing her waist, exploring every inch of her with reverence and hunger.
Her legs wrapped around him instinctively, locking him in place as his hips pressed forward, hard and ready.
The real round had begun.
She responded eagerly, her tongue tangling with his, tasting him like she'd been starved for centuries. The taste of him was intoxicating—bold, electric, impossible to forget.
They lost themselves in the kiss, in the heat of skin on skin, their bodies moving in perfect sync, driven by pure, unfiltered desire. The room seemed to fall away, time stretching into something infinite.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Meng Hao broke the kiss, his breath ragged, his forehead resting against hers. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a drum of want, of purpose. His gaze, dark and dangerous, locked onto her shimmering crimson eyes.
"I'm not going to go easy on you, Senior Sister," he whispered, his voice thick with lust and challenge.
"Not tonight."
Li Yao's lips curved into a slow, sultry smile. Her eyes sparkled with delight, both at his boldness and the promise laced in his words.
"I hope not," she purred.
Her fingers danced across his chest, light and teasing, before gliding up to his neck. She leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw, then lower—trailing soft, burning kisses down the side of his neck.
"I wouldn't want you holding back."
Meng Hao grinned, a flicker of wild heat in his eyes as his grip tightened around Li Yao's hips. Her body moved with his, perfectly in sync, but it was the way her inner walls clenched around him—tight, desperate, impossibly warm—that nearly unraveled him.
She's going to break me, he thought, the pleasure teetering on the edge of too much.
His fingers dug deeper into her skin, anchoring himself as he fought to keep control. But every squeeze, every roll of her hips, made his restraint fray like silk in fire.
"I'll give it to you," Meng Hao growled, his voice low and rich with promise.
Li Yao giggled, breathless, her fingers tightening on his shoulders. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of tingling scratches etched into his skin.
"I look forward to it," she whispered, eyes gleaming with fire.
He thrust into her slowly, deliberately, savoring the heat and the way her body clung to his with every movement. The friction between them was maddening—too much and not enough.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed, her hips rising to meet his, her breasts pressed flush against his chest, her nipples hard and sensitive, brushing against his skin with each motion.
"God, Junior Brother… yes…"
"You like that?" he murmured, dipping his head to kiss along her collarbone.
"Mhm," she moaned, her voice thick with need.
He didn't hold back after that.
His pace quickened, every thrust powerful and deep, each one making the headboard shudder faintly behind them. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, her back arching as waves of pleasure rippled through her body.
"Y-Yes," she moaned again, her hands now clawing at his back, her body trembling beneath him.
And still, the night stretched on—endless, burning, beautiful.
He could feel her tightening around him, her breath catching, her voice trembling with urgency.
"Come for me, Junior Brother," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a siren's call laced with heat.
Meng Hao's eyes met hers—wild, breathless, and utterly consumed. Her gaze anchored him, pulled him in even deeper, not just into her body, but into something unspoken between them. Something raw.
Their bodies moved in rhythm, faster now, driven by instinct and growing need. The sound of their union echoed through the chamber, a steady, unrelenting rhythm.
Then, in a moment that seemed suspended in time, he felt it—his body tensing, his breath catching.
"Li Yao…" he groaned, his voice rough with surrender.
That was all it took. Meng hao exploded, his body shaking, his vision blurring, the pleasure overwhelming. "Fuuuuck!" His shaft pulsed, his cum spurting deep inside her, flooding her womb, his essence coating her inner walls, filling her, claiming her, marking her. "Oh, fuck, senior sister," he grunted, his face buried in her boobs.
"That was… amazing," Meng Hao breathed, still catching his breath, his body pressed against hers.
"Yes," Li Yao gasped, her eyes shut tight, her body still trembling with aftershocks. "Yes…"
For a few moments, neither of them moved—only the sound of their mingled breathing filled the room, hearts pounding in unison.
"Shit," he exhaled with a shaky laugh, wiping sweat from his brow. "We still have so much left to do."
"Mmm," she hummed, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. She leaned in, her lips brushing his, slow and tender. The taste of her kiss sent a fresh wave of heat down his spine.
"Then let's get started," she whispered, her voice a sweet, sultry promise.
And so, they did.
The moon rose and fell, stars fading into dawn—and behind closed doors, beneath tangled sheets and soft moans, their night never truly ended.And they did it till morning