Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1881 - 1878: Gently, It Hurts

Staring at her seductive body with curves in all the right places, Xu Wendong’s pupils suddenly trembled.

In front of him stood Zhao Ying’er, her ample bosom towering like undulating mountains, with deep ravines hiding endless mysteries in between.

Her skin was as white as snow, delicate like creamy jade, and in the dim light of the room, it emitted a gentle glow, as if it could break with a touch.

Her waist was slender enough to be held with one hand, and her hips slightly protruded, outlining an enticing curve.

She walked with light steps, her jade-like feet barely touching the ground, each step like a graceful dance, slowly moving toward Xu Wendong.

She extended her fair hand, grasping Xu Wendong’s arm, those hands soft and delicate, seemingly boneless, as if they would break with the slightest pressure.

Her eyes were full of shyness and anticipation, brimming with affection, resembling a stunning mortal beauty that had stepped out from a painting.

A wisp of Yin Energy floated over her body like a light veil, appropriately covering the most private key places, adding a hint of mystery and allure.

In his heart, Xu Wendong silently recited the Dragon Phoenix Creation Technique, as Zhao Ying’er’s beauty and allure left him somewhat restless.

If it weren’t for relying on this cultivation technique, he feared he would truly struggle to restrain himself.

His gaze wandered over Zhao Ying’er’s body, a surge of unstoppable desire welling up inside him.

"I... it’s my first time..." Zhao Ying’er’s voice was as thin as a thread, carrying a hint of nervousness and shyness, and with that, she gently lay down on the bed.

Her body trembled slightly, her hands instinctively clutching the bedsheets, a trace of unease showing in her eyes.

Her lips quivered lightly, her breathing became rapid, presenting a nervous yet anticipatory demeanor, akin to a budding flower yearning for the arrival of a bee.

Her long hair lay scattered messily over the pillow, adding a certain seductive charm.

"Miss Zhao, are you sure you want this?" Xu Wendong slightly furrowed his brow; he originally thought Zhao Ying’er at most intended to continue their previous interactions, not expecting her to decide to completely give herself up.

"Anyway... my father plans to form an alliance with your Lin family, and you are so outstanding, I see no loss," Zhao Ying’er said softly.

Her eyes were filled with emotion, like rippling spring water, and unconsciously, she felt a fever rising all over her body, as if a fire was fiercely burning inside her.

Her cheeks became increasingly flushed, her gaze starting to drift, feeling both nervous and expectant.

Xu Wendong took a deep breath, secretly pondering that this woman indeed had a meticulous mind, still thinking about the alliance even now.

In the cruel environment of the Netherworld, where the strong eat the weak, strength is everything.

As long as he demonstrated sufficient strength, even if the Zhao family knew the truth of Zhao Mo’s death, they would not dare harbor any dissatisfaction toward him.

His talents, as demonstrated, were already enough to make the Zhao family tempted, and naturally, they hoped Zhao Ying’er would become close to him.

Xu Wendong no longer hesitated, a gleam flashed through his eyes, and he moved directly forward.

He knew he was at the critical point of breaking through to the Ninth Level of Soul Transformation Realm, and Zhao Ying’er was undoubtedly the best catalyst.

This woman thought only she could gain power from him, but little did she know he received even more Yin Energy from her, making their interaction a truly win-win situation.

"I’m coming in now," Xu Wendong whispered.

His breath, like a warm current, gently brushed over Zhao Ying’er’s face, causing her entire body to tremble lightly, and she instantly blushed like a ripe apple, her skin flushing red rapidly.

As a sharp pain surged through her, Zhao Ying’er’s body suddenly trembled, her rosy lips bitten so hard they nearly bled, her face becoming more and more radiant, like a rose blooming in spring.

Her hands tightly embraced Xu Wendong, her nails almost sinking into his skin, as if it would alleviate her pain.

"Gentle... gentler... it hurts..." Zhao Ying’er couldn’t help but plaintively plead, holding onto Xu Wendong tightly, as if he was her only support at the moment.

Her voice carried a slight sob, echoing in the room, evoking a sense of distress in anyone who heard it.

"Just a moment," Xu Wendong gently comforted her while channeling the Dragon Phoenix Creation Technique.

In an instant, Yin and Yang Qi intertwined like two giant dragons, rapidly flowing and interacting between their bodies.

Their cultivation levels soared in this marvelous exchange, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, a new intensity flooding over them.

The room’s temperature seemed to rise continuously, a dense air filling the space, making it hard to breathe.

Zhao Ying’er felt like a budding flower, experiencing the baptism of wind and rain, blossoming completely overnight.

She had never experienced such a wondrous feeling before—the charm of Dual Cultivation; no wonder so many male and female disciples in the Heavenly Nether Sect were fond of dual cultivation, with someone even once inviting her, though she turned them down unimpressed.

Through this dual cultivation with Xu Wendong, she truly felt conquered, marveling at how fierce this man was!

At this moment.

Her mind blanked, leaving only infinite pleasure and a deep reliance on Xu Wendong.

In the room, sounds of passion rose wave after wave, like a stormy gale recklessly venting.

Zhao Ying’er was like a delicate flower swaying in the storm, striving to emit her own "fragrance."

She repeatedly trembled like a sieve under the stormy onslaught, unable to bear it any longer, constantly imploring Xu Wendong to spare her.

Yet, her pleas fell on Xu Wendong’s ears like a rousing bugle call, fueling his vigor even further.

Desire and the satisfaction of conquest filled his gaze as if he intended to melt Zhao Ying’er completely in his embrace.

Their growth was astonishingly rapid.

In one full-body tremor, Zhao Ying’er actually broke through the shackles of the Eighth Level of the Soul Transformation Realm, successfully advancing.

Her body trembled slightly, her face shining with satisfaction and joy, as if, at this moment, she became the happiest person in the world.

And Xu Wendong also reached the Peak of the Eighth Level of the Soul Transformation Realm, just a step away from the Ninth Level.

Unfortunately, Zhao Ying’er was already too exhausted, collapsing onto the bed, gasping for breath.

Her eyes tightly closed, her face pale, her sweat-drenched hair sticking to her cheeks, looking particularly vulnerable.

At this moment, beneath the Black Forest of the valley, a crimson scene unfolded, as if bearing witness to their passion.

The collision of a Giant Dragon, an experience unbearable for first-timer Zhao Ying’er, not to mention it lasted the whole night.

"Lin... Lin Mo... please let me go, I won’t seek Dual Cultivation with you anymore..." Zhao Ying’er pleaded with a sobbing tone, her face flushed, eyes filled with exhaustion and shyness, not daring to meet Xu Wendong’s eyes.