Tianmo loomed over her, his silhouette blocking out the soft light of the room, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow her whole.
He didn't undress immediately; instead, he let his gaze linger, a physical weight that made Madam Lin's skin prickle with heat.
"Gentle?" Tianmo repeated the word as if it were a foreign concept. What does gentle even mean?
He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his breath smelling of mint and cold snow. "Cultivation is not gentle, Madam Lin. The strong devour the weak. The storm uproots the willow. Why should the act of creation be any different?"
Madam Lin's breath hitched. She looked up into those cold, abyssal eyes and saw a reflection of her own submission. "I... I am not a willow," she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.
"Aren't you?" Tianmo's hand trailed down her neck, over the frantic pulse of her throat, and down to the heaving mounds of her breasts. He squeezed, not roughly, but with a possessive firmness that made her gasp. "You have bent to the wind of loneliness for years. You have stayed rooted in barren soil. Tonight, I will be the storm that breaks you, and the rain that waters you."
He stood up straight and began to undo his belt. The black robe fell open, revealing a torso sculpted from alabaster and steel. Madam Lin's eyes widened as she took in the definition of his muscles, the faint, golden veins that pulsed beneath his skin like rivers of light.
But it was when he lowered his pants that her breath truly stopped.
It sprang forth, heavy and imposing, arching upwards towards his navel. It was a pillar of flesh, thick as a wrist, with veins that throbbed in time with his heartbeat. The sheer size of it was terrifying, a weapon of war rather than an instrument of pleasure.
Madam Lin stared, her mouth going dry. She had only known her husband, a man whose endowment was average, whose coupling was quick and perfunctory. This... this was a monster.
"By the Heavens..." she breathed, her hands instinctively moving to cover her mouth. "That... that will tear me apart. It's impossible."
Tianmo smirked, wrapping his hand around the base. Even his large hand couldn't fully encircle it. "The body is malleable, Madam Lin. It expands, it adapts. It is designed to endure pain for the sake of pleasure. Besides," he stroked his length slowly, a bead of clear fluid gathering at the slit, "look at yourself. You are trembling, but your legs remain spread. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind fears it."
He stepped forward, positioning himself between her thighs. The desk was hard against her back, but Madam Lin barely felt it. Her entire world had narrowed down to the throbbing beast hovering at her entrance.
"Touch it," he commanded.
Madam Lin hesitated, then reached out with a trembling hand. Her fingers brushed against the hot, silky skin. It burned like a brand. She wrapped her fingers around him, marveling at the hardness, the sheer vitality pulsing within.
"It's... alive," she murmured, her curiosity overcoming her fear. She gave it an experimental squeeze, and Tianmo let out a low groan, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"Enough play," he growled. "We begin."
He pushed her hand away and guided his cock to her entrance.
Madam Lin looked down. Between her spread legs lay her most secret place, usually hidden in shadows. It was a delicate thing, a pink flower blooming in the valley of her thighs. The petals were soft and folded, glistening with the dew of her arousal, framed by the dark, silken curls of her hair. It looked small, fragile, utterly incapable of accommodating what was coming.
"Please..." she whimpered, her voice cracking. "Go slowly."
"I will go as I please," Tianmo said, but there was a slight softening in his tone. He pressed the head against her folds, coating himself in her nectar.
The heat was intense. Madam Lin gasped as she felt him prodding at her tight entrance. He pushed forward, and the petals of her flower resisted, straining to keep the intruder out.
"Relax," he ordered, his hands gripping her hips, holding her steady. "Push out."
Madam Lin tried to obey, taking a deep breath and forcing her muscles to unclench.
With a grunt of exertion, Tianmo pushed.
"Unnngh!"
The head popped inside.
Madam Lin threw her head back, a silent scream tearing from her throat. It felt like she was being split open. The stretch was agonizing, burning, a fire that seared her insides.
Tianmo paused, allowing her to adjust, but he didn't stop. He watched her face contorted in pain and pleasure, his eyes dark with lust. "You are tight," he muttered. "Tighter than a virgin. Your husband has neglected this treasure."
He pushed deeper.
Inch by inch, he forged his way into her depths. The walls of her channel clamped down on him, rippling and convulsing, trying to expel the invader. But he was relentless, a relentless tide eroding the shore.
"Ah! Ah! It's too big! You're hitting... you're hitting the end!" Madam Lin cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.
She felt stuffed to the brim. Every nerve ending in her lower body was screaming, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled so completely. He was scraping against sensitive spots she didn't know she had, sending sparks of electricity shooting up her spine.
Finally, with one last, powerful thrust, he hilted himself.
Madam Lin's eyes rolled back. She felt him pressing against her cervix, a deep, heavy pressure that made her feel owned, possessed.
Tianmo groaned, savoring the feeling of her hot, wet sheath gripping him like a velvet glove. "So warm," he whispered, his voice vibrating against her chest. "Like a furnace. You were made for this, Madam Lin. Your body was made to be conquered."
He began to move.
He withdrew almost entirely, leaving just the tip inside, before slamming back in.
Slap!
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the room, lewd and loud.
"UNNNGH!" Madam Lin moaned, her body jerking on the desk, her saliva defying gravity flying high.
He set a rhythm. Slow, deep strokes that seemed to touch her soul. Every time he pulled out, she felt empty, aching for him to return. Every time he thrust in, she felt full, overwhelmed, drowning in sensation.
"Look at us," Tianmo commanded, grabbing her hair and forcing her to look down between their bodies.
Madam Lin looked. She saw his thick, pale shaft disappearing into her pink folds, stretching them wide, pulling them in and out with every motion. It was a mesmerizing, erotic sight. She couldn't believe that thing was stretching her soft delicate flesh.
Husband forgive me.
"Does it hurt?" Tianmo asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her chest. He didn't stop moving, his hips maintaining a steady, punishing rhythm.
"A little... ah!... It burns..." Madam Lin admitted, her voice breathless and broken. "But... but it feels... so full..."
"That is the pain of stagnation leaving your body," Tianmo said philosophically, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned down, capturing one of her bouncing breasts in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nipple.
"Mmmm! Haaaah!" Madam Lin arched her back, pushing her chest further into his mouth. The dual stimulation of his thrusting hips and his sucking mouth was driving her insane.
She could feel the pressure building inside her, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in her lower belly. It was a sensation she hadn't felt in years, not since her youth.
"Your husband is a fool," Tianmo grunted, releasing her nipple with a wet pop. "He sits on his mountain, meditating on the heavens, while a goddess lies neglected in his bed. If he knew the treasure he possessed, he would never leave this room."
Madam Lin's heart twisted with guilt, but the guilt was quickly drowned out by the waves of pleasure crashing over her. "Don't... don't speak of him... please..."
"Why not?" Tianmo smirked, his eyes flashing with a cruel light. He grabbed her legs, hooking them over his elbows, folding her in half. The new angle allowed him to penetrate even deeper.
"AHHHH! TOO DEEP! YOU'RE RUINING ME!" Madam Lin screamed, her eyes widening. She felt him battering against the entrance to her womb, the blunt head of his cock acting like a battering ram.
"I am not ruining you," Tianmo corrected, his voice strained with exertion. "I am forging you. I am hammering your body into a vessel worthy of cultivation. Every thrust is a hammer strike. Every moan is the song of the anvil."
He increased his pace, his movements becoming a blur. The sound of their coupling filled the room, a wet, slapping melody that echoed off the walls.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ahhh! ahhhh! Mmmmm...."
Madam Lin lost all sense of time. Her world narrowed down to the man above her and the fire between her legs. She was no longer Madam Lin, the respectable owner of the Drunk Immortal Pavilion. She was just a woman, a vessel of flesh and blood, being used and dominated by a supreme male.
She was but a woman, meant to submit.
Crack! Crack!
The desk beneath them wailed in protest, the sturdy wood creaking under the rhythmic assault. Tianmo was relentless, his stamina fueled by the overflowing Qi in his Immortal Dantian. He didn't tire; he only grew more vigorous, his thrusts becoming sharper, more demanding.
Madam Lin was lost in a haze of ecstasy. Her body felt like a vessel filled to the brim, overflowing with sensation. The pain had long since morphed into a dull, throbbing pleasure that radiated outwards from her core, setting her nerve endings ablaze.
"Look at you," Tianmo grunted, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He released her legs, letting them fall limply to his sides, only to grab her waist and pull her up into a sitting position on the desk. He impaled her deeply, holding her there, grinding his hips against hers.
"You said you were a married woman. A loyal wife." He leaned forward, his forehead resting against hers, staring into her glazed eyes. "But look at how your pussy sucks me in. It's greedy, Madam Lin."
Madam Lin sobbed, her head lolling back. "I... I can't help it... Ahhh! It feels too good... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, husband..."
"Save your apologies for the heavens," Tianmo sneered. "Right now, your body belongs to me."
Muuuuuuu!!
He claimed her lips again, swallowing her cries. His tongue invaded her mouth, dominating her, mimicking the rhythm of his lower body. The kiss was breathless, messy, a clash of teeth and tongues.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Madam Lin's hands roamed over his back, her nails digging into his skin, leaving red welts. She was clinging to him, her only anchor in the storm of pleasure. She could feel another climax approaching, a tidal wave rising in the distance, threatening to drown her.
"Master... I... I'm going to..." she gasped, tearing her lips away from his. "It's coming! I can't stop it!"
"Cum," Tianmo commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "Cum for me. Let me feel that tight pussy strangle my cock."
He reached between them, his thumb finding her swollen clit. He pressed down hard, rubbing it in tight, fast circles.
"AAAAHHHHHH!"
The dam broke.
Madam Lin's body convulsed violently. Her inner walls clamped down on Tianmo's shaft like a vice, rippling and milking him with desperate hunger. Her back arched, her toes curled, and a silent scream tore from her throat as her vision exploded into white light.
A gush of fluid erupted from her, soaking his pelvis and dripping onto the desk. It was a female ejaculation, a sign of the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins.
Squirting.
Tianmo groaned, his eyes rolling back at the sensation of her spasming walls. The tightness was incredible, almost painful. The heat was intense enough to melt his cock.
He could feel his own climax approaching, the pressure in his testicles building to a breaking point.
"Good girl," he whispered, his voice strained. "Now, take my seed."
He didn't pull out. Instead, he grabbed her hips with bruising force and slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt.
Throb! Throb! Throb!
His cock jerked violently inside her. A thick, hot stream of essence erupted from him, coating her insides, filling her womb to the brim.
It wasn't just semen. It was thick, dense Yang Qi, infused with the aura of the Primordial Dragon and the chilling void of his Supreme Dao Bone.
The moment his essence entered her body, a violent reaction occurred.
Madam Lin's eyes widened, her mouth opening in a silent scream. She felt the energy expanding inside her, rushing through her stagnant meridians like a flood breaking through a dam. It was hot, then cold, then hot again—a chaotic storm of spiritual power.
Her cultivation base, which had been stuck at the ninth stage of Qi Refining for years, began to tremble.
Crack!
The sound of shattering glass echoed inside her body. The bottleneck that had plagued her for a decade shattered instantly.
Boom!
The Qi in the room swirled violently, forming a small vortex above the desk. The spiritual energy from the surroundings rushed into Madam Lin's body, guided by Tianmo's Yang essence.
She broke through.
First stage of Foundation Establishment.
Early!
Mid!
She rocketed through the initial stages of the Foundation realm, her body glowing with a faint, ethereal light. The impurities in her body were burned away by the sheer density of the energy, seeping out of her pores as black sweat.
Tianmo held her tight, his arms wrapped around her waist, anchoring her to the desk as the storm raged around them. He wasn't just cumming; he was refining her. He was using his own essence as a hammer, smashing the shackles of her mediocrity and forging her into a true cultivator.
Alas, she doesn't have a Yin Body like Liu Ruyan to provide feedback, nor does she have any body physique. She is but an empty vessel capable of only receiving.
The vortex of spiritual energy slowly dissipated, the golden light fading back into the dim illumination of the study. The heavy scent of sex, ozone, and musk hung thick in the air, a tangible reminder of the storm that had just passed.
"Haah* Haah* Haaaah*... Mmmm...mmm"
Madam Lin lay limp on the desk, her chest heaving, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat and black impurities. Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, staring up at the ceiling as if she had seen the face of God.
Tianmo pulled out of her with a wet, squelching sound.
A thick stream of his essence followed, mixed with her own fluids, dripping down her thighs and pooling onto the expensive fur carpet beneath the desk. It was a lewd sight, an undeniable proof of her defilement.
"You did well... Now clean my cock," Tianmo ordered, his voice devoid of the tenderness one might expect after such an intimate act. It was a command, cold and absolute, befitting a master speaking to a servant.
Madam Lin blinked, her vision slowly swimming back into focus. The aftershocks of her climax still trembled through her limbs, leaving her weak as a newborn kitten. She looked down at the mess between her legs—the mixture of their fluids staining her thighs and the carpet—and a wave of shame washed over her, hot and prickly.
But beneath the shame, something else stirred. A dark, twisted sense of satisfaction. She had broken through. The shackles that had bound her for years were gone. And it was all because of this white-haired devil standing before her.
She slid off the desk, her legs trembling so violently she nearly collapsed. She caught herself on the edge of the wood, taking a moment to steady her breathing. The scent of their coupling was overpowering, filling the room with a musky, primal aroma.
With trembling hands, she reached for a silk handkerchief from the pile of scattered items on the floor.
"No," Tianmo said, stopping her with a single word. "Use your mouth."
Madam Lin froze. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. "But... it is dirty..."
"It is not dirty. It is power," Tianmo corrected, looking down at her with a bored expression. "It is the essence that gave you a breakthrough. To waste it is a sin. Now, clean it. Every drop."
Madam Lin swallowed hard. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of humiliation and reluctant submission. She knew she couldn't refuse. She had sold her body for resources, and now she had to pay the price.
She knelt on the fur carpet, the soft fibers brushing against her knees. The position felt natural, as if she were meant to be there, worshipping at the altar of his masculinity.
She leaned forward and took his still-erect member into her hands. It was still warm, coated in a thick layer of their combined fluids. The smell was intoxicating, a heady mix of musk and sex that made her head spin.
"Nmm.."
Lick!
She stuck out her tongue and gave it a tentative lick.
The taste was salty, bitter, and strangely sweet. It was the taste of raw Yang energy, and it made her tongue tingle.
"Uuu..."
She began to lick in earnest, her tongue swirling around the head, cleaning the slit, tracing the thick veins that ran along the shaft. She could feel him twitching in her mouth, responding to her touch despite his recent release.
"Good," Tianmo murmured, his hand coming to rest on top of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Take it deep."
Gulp! Gulp!
Sulrp* shlurrrp*
"Gggg...." Madam Lin obeyed, opening her mouth wide and taking him inside. She relaxed her throat, suppressing her gag reflex as he slid deeper. She could taste herself on him, a tart, tangy flavor that mingled with his musk.
She sucked gently, her cheeks hollowing out, her tongue working diligently to clean every inch of him. It was an act of utter submission, a degradation of her status as a wife and a business owner. Yet, as she knelt there, servicing him, she felt a strange sense of peace.
The conflict in her heart had vanished. She had made her choice. She had chosen power over loyalty, pleasure over virtue. And now, she had to accept the consequences.
Tianmo watched her, his expression unreadable. He looked down at the woman kneeling before him, her head bobbing back and forth, her lips stretched around his shaft. She was beautiful in her depravity.
"Enough," he said after a few minutes, pulling her off him.
Madam Lin sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and red.
"Stand up."
She stood up slowly, her legs still shaky. She felt empty now that he was gone, a hollow ache settling in her core.
Tianmo reached into his robe and pulled out a small, pouch made of silk embroidered with gold thread. He tossed it to her.
Madam Lin caught it instinctively. The pouch was heavy, clinking with the sound of stones.
"Two High-grade spirit stones," Tianmo said, turning away and beginning to dress himself. "As agreed. Plus a little extra for the cleaning service. I will visit you again."
Madam Lin opened the pouch and looked inside. Nestled among the two large, glowing High-grade stones were ten smaller, but still valuable, Mid-grade spirit stones. It was a fortune. Enough to fund her cultivation for months.
"Thank you... Master," she whispered, the title feeling foreign yet natural on her lips.
"Don't thank me," Tianmo said, fastening his belt. "Thank your greed. And thank your body for being useful."
He walked to the window and looked out at the bustling tavern below. "I will be back in three days. By then, I expect you to have stabilized your realm. Next time make sure... Your body is strong enough to receive two creampie."
Her face flushed with shame at the reminder. Two? She barely survived one.
"Also," Tianmo added, turning back to look at her over his shoulder, "do not disappoint me again. If you do, I will find a replacement. I hear the barmaid in the corner is eager for promotion."
Madam Lin's eyes widened in shock. "I... I won't disappoint you, Master. I promise."
Tianmo nodded, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Good. Now, clean this room. I want no trace of our meeting left behind. The next time I come, I expect your body to be prepared for a proper session."
With that, he stepped out of the window and disappeared, leaving Madam Lin alone with her thoughts, her body, and the weight of her new reality.
Madam Lin sat on the edge of the desk, her legs still trembling from the aftermath of their coupling. The silk pouch sat heavy in her hand.
But it wasn't just the spirit stones that weighed on her mind. It was the sensation of Tianmo's touch, the way he had looked at her, the way he had spoken to her. He had stripped her bare, not just physically but mentally, laying open her desires and insecurities like a surgeon with a scalpel.
And yet, as she sat there, naked and vulnerable, she couldn't shake the feeling of satisfaction that lingered in her core. It wasn't just the pleasure of their coupling or the satisfaction of breaking through to the Foundation realm. It was something deeper, darker, more primal.
She had felt alive. For the first time in years, she had felt like more than just a wife, a mother, a business owner. She had felt like a woman.
Madam Lin stood up, her movements slow and deliberate. She gathered her clothes, now scattered and stained, and began to dress herself. Each garment felt heavy, weighing her down with the responsibilities she had tried to escape, if only for a moment.
But she couldn't escape. Not really. Because as much as she wanted to deny it, she knew she would see Tianmo again. She would let him into her study, into her body, into her life. Because for all his cruelty and arrogance, he had given her something no one else had.
The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and anticipation that made her heart race. She knew it was dangerous, this path she had chosen.
But she also knew it was inevitable. He was right, at one point one must think about things as well. She merely submitted to the cruelty of the world, is it wrong? Is it a sin?
No, it's necessary. It's for a better life for her and her child.
The one who cheated on their relationship was her husband. If he were more useful, more available would things play out like this?
Exactly... The one who betrayed wasn't her, but it was her husband. That's right, she is just a victim of circumstances.
All fault lies within her husband. She is innocent. It's the truth. How can a helpless woman be at fault?
This is how the world works. This is how things are. It's not her fault. It's all her husband's fault.
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A/N: Absolute cinema Guys, make sure to point out typos.