A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 3: Warmth Night ...

Yue Lan sat silently beneath the gentle lantern glow. Her silver robe gleamed softly as she gazed at Li Feng, her eyes serene and remote. Those same eyes had mesmerized him years earlier when he first spotted her in the sect square.

Yue Lan stayed quiet at the beginning.

Her golden eyes drifted back to the table, as though pondering more than merely the proposal. The room's atmosphere grew denser, laden with quiet and restrained breaths.

"I never thought I’d agree to something like this," she uttered at last.

Her tone held steady, icy calm. Like declaring an outcome from precise math.

"But this isn’t a losing deal."

"This body is just a vessel," she continued, her voice cool yet not unkind. "I wouldn’t agree to something like this normally, but the spirit stones matter is more urgent right now."

She paused.

"To you, this might mean something," she added. "But to me, it’s a fair exchange. This body is just a vessel. The Dao is the only path worth chasing."

Li Feng nodded, struggling to maintain a neutral expression. "I understand."

But inside?

He burned fiercely.

She rose and glided toward the bed, each step deliberate and hushed. Her robe draped her form like mist on mountain peaks, tracing her waist, embracing the lush curve of her peach, and lifting subtly with every elegant stride.

Upon arriving at the bed, she settled down, facing him. Poised. Upright. Her raven hair cascaded over her shoulder, draping the gentle incline of her chest.

Li Feng approached like a famished soul pursuing his final vision. He sat next to her, pulse pounding wildly. She avoided his gaze, uttered no words, merely waited.

His hand extended.

Initially, he contacted her only via the robe. His palm rested lightly over the silk shielding her proud jade, and despite the fabric barrier, the heat caused his fingers to quiver. The form, the heft, the yielding texture surpassed every tormented dream he'd harbored.

He stroked them deliberately, with devotion. His fingers traced circles, then massaged tenderly, then more insistently, molding them like dough, pressing flat and observing their resilient rebound. He couldn't cease. The sensation of her jade within his grasp proved intoxicating.

And yet, Yue Lan remained passive.

Her features stayed blank. Eyes partially shut, lips unmoving. Her respiration stayed even. As if his probing hands signified nothing. As though her body belonged to no one.

Li Feng drew nearer, his nose grazing her neck. He breathed in profoundly, almost brazenly.

That icy floral aroma once more.

And underneath... her bodily heat.

He savored it like a deviant. "Senior Sister Yue..." he whispered hoarsely, voice heavy with passion. "You’re so beautiful..."

His hands ventured downward, beyond her waist, to the plump contour of her peach. He gripped softly at first, then firmer, digits embedding into the supple, impeccable flesh through the robe.

Still nothing.

She merely permitted his actions.

He grasped the sash at her waist and tugged.

The tie unraveled.

The robe parted softly, easing off her shoulders, unveiling her chest, exposing her jade fully to his ravenous stare.

He stiffened.

Then released a prolonged, quivering breath.

Her skin gleamed like burnished moonstone. Ivory and flawless. Her jade stood ample, ideally formed, yielding yet taut, as if sculpted by celestial hands. Her waist curved inward gracefully, her peach swelled outward smoothly, and between her thighs... the delicate portal to her water cave lingered, pristine and still.

Li Feng gazed intently for a stretched instant, then extended his hand to cradle her tender jade anew, now skin to skin. He squeezed more forcefully, working both with quaking hands fueled by lust. He molded them, elevated them, observed their subtle jiggle with each flick of his wrist.

His dragon pulsed fiercely, rigid and erect under his robe.

He rose partway, loosened his sash, and his dragon burst forth, erect, solid, dripping eagerness and fervor. He shifted deliberately, avidly, aligning above her as she reclined onto the bed.

Her golden eyes, devoid of passion, gazed beyond him into vacancy.

Even then, with him poised over her, panting ferociously, palms filled with her plush jade... she regarded him without feeling, as if this were merely another cultivation trance for her.

To him?

It meant the world.

He eased his dragon against her cave, breath faltering, a smirk twisting his lips.

His dragon advanced and entered smoothly.

Warm. Slick. Divine.

His hips rocked, awkward initially, then accelerating, like a beast unleashed from confinement. His breaths grew ragged, primal. Perspiration dotted his brow. His hands persisted in clutching, seizing, recontouring her jade with every thrust, as though fearing her disappearance.

Yue Lan rested underneath him, mute, allowing her form to sway with his rhythm. Her eyes half-shut, observing the man with the aloof gaze of one transcending worldly cravings.

Yet Li Feng found himself overwhelmed, sinking.

His breathing quickened, grew ragged. His hips bucked wildly, every thrust creating waves across Yue Lan’s plush contours, her jade peaks jiggling beneath his ravenous palms like twin moons ascending and descending in a tranquil night sky.

His fingers worked those jade summits without mercy, molding, pressing, kneading them as though they were the sole truth remaining to hold. The heat of her flesh, the yielding softness under his hands, the gentle heft—it all ensnared him. Each jiggle, each faint quiver ignited jolts surging through his blood.

His dragon pulsed fiercely, urgently, plunging further into her water cave, delving into the concealed heat with a craving suppressed for decades.

Li Feng’s thoughts hazed over. The world shrank to the wet sounds of motion, the aroma of her skin, the sensation of her form under him, and the mounting blaze within, a inferno no meditation or cultivation could extinguish.

He surrendered to it.

His hips pounded with greater force, greater speed, untamed like a monkey caught in a storm.

His hands stayed fixed on her jade. They shaped, sculpted, gripped, as if frantic to etch the form into memory, to stretch the instant eternally.

Yue Lan remained under him, composed, her golden eyes half-shut, now and then glancing at the moon through the window slit, her breathing steady, scarcely quicker than during meditation. No fervor showed. No embarrassment. Merely silent forbearance.

For her, this held no delight. It served merely to fill time. A simple exchange.

But for Li Feng...

It meant bliss.

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Late into the night

From a serene, remote viewpoint, the tableau emerged as a canvas of opposites inside this modest, dilapidated hut.

Hu... hu...

Li Feng’s coarse, groaning breaths permeated the space, reverberating against the timber walls. His middle-aged, rugged face burned red and glistened with perspiration, wisps of sparse hair plastered to his brow. Decades of hardship and stagnation etched every wrinkle, but this night, raw need and lust propelled him past all limits.

Under him rested Yue Lan, tranquil and still like a sculpture hewn from jade and moonlight. Her perfect skin shimmered faintly in the lantern glow, ebony tresses fanned out like a satin stream. Her golden eyes stayed half-closed, remote but serene, as though this episode was just a fleeting shade on her journey to the Dao.

One slender leg of hers draped lightly over Li Feng’s shoulder at present, while his callused hand clutched her silky thigh tightly, the remainder of her frame swaying to the tempo of his thrusts, a gentle, provocative caress clashing with her typical icy poise.

The bed groaned faintly with every shift, a soft symphony accompanying the frenzied beat of their joining.

Under the sheen of sweat and gasps, beneath the burden of the instant, something stirred awake in silence, invisible and inaudible to Li Feng, consumed by the raging blaze of body and yearning.

Scarcely noticeable, buried in his consciousness,

Like a spark igniting tinder, it flared without sound.

[System Awakening... 100%]

A chill, robotic voice murmured within his head.

But Li Feng remained engulfed.

He failed to perceive it.

Not yet.