A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 390: The Aloof and Indifferent Fairy (4)

Lan Suyao's face slowly grew warm as she desperately gripped Li Feng’s wrist. However, he showed no sign of ceasing his actions. Instead, witnessing the usually composed and cold woman's reaction only intensified his desire. He tightened his hold on her ample breast, his fingers delving deeper into the soft, heavy flesh, while his other hand secured her narrow waist. His hips continued their powerful, rhythmic assault. Each deep thrust drove his thick length balls-deep into her scorching, still incredibly tight channel. The obscene bulge on her toned stomach rose and fell rapidly, a clear indication of how deeply he was rearranging her insides.

"Mmm...! Haa... W-Wait... Li Feng!"

Lan Suyao’s voice trembled for the first time as she called out his name in distress. Her beautiful, typically icy face began to crack, revealing the expression of a woman experiencing true pleasure for the very first time. But Li Feng paid no heed, nor did he slow down, continuing his relentless assault.

"Ngh... Mhmm...!"

Lan Suyao's eyes gradually welled up as each deep thrust blurred her mind ever so slightly. Seeing such a rare sight—the proud, aloof City Lord losing her composure—made Li Feng's breathing grow rough with excitement. The pleasure from her scorching insides, combined with the intoxicating view below him, caused his blood to burn with greater intensity.

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand from her breast and clasped both his large palms firmly around her delicate waist. With a lewd, possessive grin, he began to plow into her with even greater fervor. Lan Suyao's back arched involuntarily. Her long, toned legs trembled around his waist as her inner walls convulsed wildly around his pistoning shaft, squeezing and rippling desperately as if attempting to drain him dry.

"Haa... Ah...! It’s... too deep...! My womb... Ngh...! It feels... so strange... Haaah!"

Her voice cracked, her usually calm and commanding tone completely shattered into breathy, broken moans. Every powerful thrust drove her closer to an unknown precipice as tears finally escaped the corners of her eyes, tracing paths down her flushed cheeks.

‘What... is happening to me...? This isn’t... cultivation... This is...’

Her small, delicate hand, which had been gripping Li Feng’s wrist, subconsciously reached out to push him away. ...Only then did she realize something was amiss.

‘Haa...! Why... is he so strong...!? I can’t... push him away...!’

Lan Suyao struggled helplessly beneath his rough thrusts, her ample breasts bouncing seductively with every impact. Li Feng’s breathing grew heavy and ragged. The sight of the once ice-cold and untouchable City Lord, now flushed, teary-eyed, and writhing helplessly beneath him, was more intoxicating than any aphrodisiac. His waist began to move even faster.

Lan Suyao’s watery eyes widened.

"Ahh~! Li Feng...! There...! Don’t... Haaa... Nghh~!".

Her mouth fell slightly open as an unrestrained moan finally escaped her lips; a clear, feminine sound dripping with unwilling pleasure.

"Haa! Ahh! Stop! Li Feng! Wait—!"

Lan Suyao attempted to plead again as her alluring body continued to shake violently up and down with every thrust, her legs spread wide and flailing helplessly in the air as her toes curled tightly. Her ample breasts bounced wildly, the soft, heavy flesh jiggling hypnotically with each powerful impact. She gritted her teeth, shaking her head frantically from side to side as waves of unwanted and strange pleasure crashed through her relentlessly. Her usually neat and elegant hair was now completely disheveled, strands clinging to her tear-stained, flushed cheeks as her insides were stretched and pounded repeatedly.

Suddenly, even amidst the storm of sensations, Lan Suyao noticed the thick length within her begin to twitch violently. Then she felt Li Feng’s full weight pressing down upon her. He did not slow down for even a moment. Leaning forward, his muscular body crushed heavily against hers, smashing her ample, soft breasts against his hard chest. Both of his strong arms wrapped around her head and upper body in a tight, possessive embrace, locking her completely against him as if he desired their bodies to merge into one. It was the embrace of a predator securing its prey—firm, unrelenting, and filled with raw desire.

"Haa! Ahhh! Li... Feng!"

Lan Suyao instinctively hugged his head and closed her eyes, biting her lip hard under his relentless thrusts. She could sense that something massive was about to culminate.

"Take it all... Lan Suyao...!" Li Feng growled hotly against her ear and thrust as deep as possible. Then his thick length twitched violently inside her and erupted. Thick, hot streams of his essence flooded her womb. At the same time, Li Feng silently activated his dual cultivation technique, refining her Primordial Yin while simultaneously initiating soul purification.

"Ahh~!...Hot~!".

Lan Suyao’s vision erupted into pure white as an unknown, scorching fluid coursed into her womb, accompanied by surges of untainted, potent Qi.

Her breath vanished as her mouth gaped in a silent scream.

Tears coursed down her cheeks, her very first orgasm obliterating the remnants of her cold, unfeeling demeanor.

Her legs wrapped around his waist in a helpless dance, her toes curling in the air with such intensity they threatened to cramp.

Desperate hands clutched his back, fingernails scoring his flesh as wave after wave of soul-shattering pleasure overwhelmed both her body and her wounded spirit.

Li Feng kept his face buried in the curve of her neck, his breaths coming in ragged gasps against her fragrant, sweat-slicked skin.

His powerful arms remained clasped about her, holding her trembling form close as if he had no intention of ever releasing her.

Even as he was submerged in the intense delight of her spasming, writhing inner walls drawing him dry, his true objective remained clear.

He focused his mind, operating the dual cultivation technique at its peak.

Then, a pure, concentrated Yang Qi flowed from his Dantian into hers, like a rampant river.

The complex golden runes adorning their united bodies intensified their glow, establishing a flawless circuit between them.

The instant that golden Qi entered her damaged Sea of Consciousness, Lan Suyao’s body spasmed violently, overwhelming waves of spiritual ecstasy flooding both her mind and physique.

"Ahhh...! Haaah...! Li...Feng...! What...!"

Her face was already slick with tears and saliva, yet Li Feng’s substantial frame remained unyielding atop her, pinning her down as he continued to expel a steady, potent stream of hot seed deep within her generative core.

The spectacle was undeniably indecent: a naked, muscular man pressing down forcefully upon a beautiful, vulnerable woman whose limbs could only weakly flail beneath him.

Within her Sea of Consciousness, the scene was even more remarkable.