A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 395: Cuddle.

"Ugh!"

Li Feng’s grip on Lan Suyao’s silky black hair tightened, as he finally released another thick load deep into her throat.

"Mhmm...!"

Lan Suyao’s teary eyes never left his face.

She actively tightened her throat and skillfully contracted her muscles, milking his twitching length for every lingering drop.

After a prolonged moment, Li Feng let out a deep, satisfied sigh and loosened his hold on her head.

He couldn’t help but look down at her in utter amazement.

The sight of her beautiful face buried in his groin… those calm yet teary eyes staring up at him while her throat continuously squeezed and sucked his little brother was incredibly arousing.

’As expected of a genius… she learns frighteningly fast.’

At first, Lan Suyao had been clumsy and inexperienced, but after just a few intense sessions, her technique had improved dramatically.

She was now adapting swiftly and seemingly learning the most effective ways to pleasure him and extract his essence.

However, the moment Li Feng remembered the disgusting scene he had witnessed through the Star Apostle’s eyes…

A fresh surge of rage coursed through him once more.

But then, he looked down at Lan Suyao with a strange, complicated expression.

’Ah… so that’s what her perspective looked like from down there…’

Just as he was lost in those peculiar thoughts, Lan Suyao suddenly gripped both of his muscular thighs and pushed her head down until her nose pressed firmly against his navel.

She had discovered something interesting during their night of indulgence… namely, that even after Li Feng seemed to have finished releasing his load, there were always a few stubborn drops remaining deep inside.

And if she stimulated him hard enough… she could milk them out.

With a sharp, determined gleam in her eyes, she tightened her throat muscles with frightening precision.

Her throat rippled and constricted around his throbbing length like a living sleeve designed solely to drain him completely.

The wet, rhythmic swallowing sounds were lewd and relentless.

She pressed her tongue firmly against the underside of his shaft while her throat contracted in powerful waves, greedily sucking out every last drop.

"Damn...!" Li Feng groaned deeply, his fingers tangling tightly in her silky black hair.

His muscular thighs trembled from the overwhelming intensity as he drooled slightly, grinning lewdly in sheer ecstasy.

The pleasure was so intense that he felt like his very life force was being drawn out of him.

Only after nearly a full minute… when the last weak spurt had been forcefully extracted did Lan Suyao slowly pull her head back.

A wet *slurp* echoed as his glistening, semi-hard length slipped from her lips.

A thin string of saliva still connected her lower lip to his tip before it finally broke and dripped onto her heaving breasts.

Lan Suyao covered her mouth with one hand, tilted her head upward, and swallowed every last trace of his thick, hot seed.

After the final gulp, she lowered her hand and slowly licked her glossy lips clean.

Then, she brought her sticky fingers to her mouth and sucked them one by one, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.

The sight of the usually cold and aloof genius performing such a filthy, devoted act made Li Feng’s spent little brother twitch again.

"Ha… Hah…" Li Feng breathed heavily, still grinning lewdly with a trace of drool at the corner of his mouth.

His muscular chest rose and fell as he stared down at her in pure satisfaction.

"You really are a genius, Senior Lan… You’ve improved so much in just one night."

Hearing his praise, Lan Suyao smiled softly, a hint of pride flashing in her eyes.

However, she didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she leaned forward again and gently kissed the sensitive head of his semi-hard length.

Then, with slow, affectionate strokes, she ran her soft tongue along the entire shaft, meticulously cleaning every inch of saliva and remaining essence.

Only when she was fully satisfied did she look up at him.

"There is nothing that I, Lan Suyao, cannot master. This mere mortal indulgence is nothing compared to the profound techniques of the sect."

Her voice was hoarse but brimming with pride.

Hearing this, Li Feng gave her a strange look.

’Does that mean if given enough time… she would become the ultimate bed partner?’

Well, he certainly didn’t mind that prospect.

After all, he would be the one enjoying every bit of her perfection.

Just then, Lan Suyao stood up, gracefully swung one delicate leg over his waist, and grabbed his still-hard little brother with a small smile.

She aimed the swollen head toward her dripping entrance, clearly eager for another round.

Li Feng let out a low, amused chuckle at the sight.

This was the same woman who had been crying and begging him to stop just a short while ago.

But with a swift movement, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down with him as he fell back onto the bed.

Lan Suyao blinked, taken aback, but made no move to stop him. She presumed he intended to try a different, more intimate position. She simply went along with his intentions. Yet, Li Feng did not proceed to enter her straight away. Instead, he shifted back against the headboard, drawing her completely onto him so that she was positioned astride his waist. Her ample, soft breasts made warm contact with his chest as she settled herself. Her wet core was positioned directly against his rigid, pulsating member. Noticing his large, rugged hands caressing her full backside, Lan Suyao leaned back a little, her gaze fixed on him with a look of bewilderment. Observing her confused expression, Li Feng let out a soft chuckle. "Haha, your soul requires a moment to regain its composure. Purifying it too aggressively could potentially cause more damage than benefit. Let us take a brief respite." His broad hands continued to knead the soft, yielding flesh of her rear, parting and pressing her cheeks as she straddled him. Each gentle pat caused her perfect, peach-like buttocks to jiggle alluringly, sending waves across her fair skin. Lan Suyao blinked again, evidently surprised by his abrupt decision to halt. Her long, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, grazing his chest as she gazed down at him with unfocused, slightly exasperated eyes. "Rest...?" she murmured. Her hips instinctively swayed once, rubbing her moist cleft against his unyielding length as if attempting to entice him. "But I still can—"