Moreover, not only the ground, but even the sky was replaced by a clear blue expanse dotted with delicate white clouds. In the distance flowed a clear stream, and on the opposite bank stood vermilion pavilions and colorful towers, lanterns adorned with tassels. Elegantly dressed courtesans leaned against railings or sat gracefully, allowing passing merchants and samurai to select their favorites.
This was Yoshiwara, but not the Yoshiwara of today. It was a microcosm of Yoshiwara, a town that had flourished for centuries since the opening of the Treasure Shipyard.
It was these countless stories that converged to form Yoshiwara Tsubaki-hime's special barrier, "Sakura Mise" (桜見世).
—The bustling Yoshiwara, veiled in a rain of cherry blossom petals.
"Ah~" However, this beautiful scene failed to attract Xing's attention, for the view before her was even more enchanting—
A cherry blossom-patterned kimono stretched out across the grass. Yoshiwara Tsubaki was completely naked, her alabaster-like body utterly bare. Her round, full buttocks rested on her calves, revealing her soft, pink soles and ten pearl-like toes.
Her slender waist was arched and straight, her full breasts round and perky. While not enormous, their shape resembled a combination of a jade bowl and a pointed bamboo shoot. The distance between her nipples, though relatively wide, accentuated a graceful curve that ran from her cleavage to her navel, giving her an exceptionally slender and delicate appearance.
Time was limited, so Xing admired the breast for a moment before directly grasping one of its snow-white tips in her hand. It was soft and supple, the flesh like solidified cheese, just the right size to fill her palm. The rounded base of the breast bulged with snowy flesh, truly a perfect handful.
"Ah~" Yoshiwara Tsubaki's beautiful eyes were hazy, her gaze seductive, yet she never left Xing's face until the nipple entered her mouth, her sensitive cherry gently teased. Only then did she involuntarily arch her long, snowy neck, trembling as she let out a soft, yearning moan.
As the nipples emerged from her mouth, glistening with saliva, they became even more vibrant and alluring. The nipples and areolas were also more engorged and erect, making her gourd-like breasts appear even more upturned.
Hoshi gently pushed Yoshihara Tsubaki down, her two oily breasts trembling, her pink nipples bobbing. Her pair of fair, cloud-like legs were grasped and spread wide apart, revealing a delicate pink slit hidden by sparse pubic hair between her smooth, snow-white thighs—moist and tender, with delicate labia holding a sweet, moist clitoris.
Without hesitation, Hoshi lowered his head and used his tongue to pry open the two closed labia. Instantly, the labia parted, the tender flesh being "plowed" open by his tongue.
"Sizzle..." Her tongue swirled around the labia a few times, tracing the shape of the opening, before moving upwards to the trembling, pinkish-red clitoris, which peeked out from under its skin. She pressed and rubbed it, twisting and turning it. The tender clitoris was as soft as tofu, yet possessed a crisp, elastic resilience, remaining firm under her tongue, only growing increasingly red and swollen.
The opening below contracted, from its initial wetness to a trickling flow. Xing probed into the soft, moist opening, stirring it around before gently nodding, wiping her mouth, standing up, and pulling down her pants, revealing a penis—not exactly grotesque, but still very firm and round, its skin a pale reddish hue.
Hoshi aimed his penis at Yoshihara Tsubaki's honeyed orifice, the glans swallowing the two moist labia, revealing the wet, glistening flesh. The labia minora parted, and the beauty arched her slender waist, letting out a soft, piercing cry. The tendons at the base of her thighs involuntarily tensed. His penis was now fully inserted into the two plump, gaping labia!
"Ah...so...so hot...ah...!"
Yoshihara Tsubaki felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been inserted into her honeyed orifice. The intense heat almost melted her. Her fair arms involuntarily gripped the pubic hair beside her, her body trembling with pleasure, emitting a high-pitched, melodious, and painful moan.
Hoshi spread Yoshihara Tsubaki's snow-white thighs, seemingly oblivious to her presence, and thrust firmly into her tight, moist opening. His penis, coated with the pinkish-white fat around the entrance, rubbed in and out, soon becoming glistening with moisture. Strangely, a wisp of white steam rose from his penis, as if the heat had caused the fluid to evaporate.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
Yoshihara Tsubaki's head swayed left and right, her jet-black hair scattered among the grass. Fine beads of sweat trickled from her snow-white neck, breasts, slender waist, and hips, scattering and merging with each thrust before trickling down her snow-white skin.
The burning sensation within her vagina hadn't disappeared, but it had become less "scalding," as if it had transformed into something deeper and warmer, penetrating to the depths of her muscles and lungs. Her body flushed, her temperature rose, and she was drenched in fragrant sweat.
The soft, mushy walls of her vagina, clinging tightly to him, writhed and pulsated, as if desperately trying to hold back the burning rod. With each thrust, the tender flesh of her vagina grew longer and longer, the honeyed fluid churning and shifting, gradually changing from clear to pale white, then to a thick, milky white, soaking the vulva from the lower edge of the opening to the sides of the labia.
"Ah…!"
With a long, high-pitched moan from Yoshiwara Tsubaki, her long, snow-white legs stretched straight in the air, then coiled around the man's waist like soft, serpentine snakes. Suddenly, her soft, tender vagina began to contract and pulsate irregularly. As if gathering all her strength, her uterus spasmed violently, and scalding honeyed fluid gushed from the cervix, coating the glans and shaft of his penis like a bowl of thick, hot porridge.
At the same time, her entire body was weak and sore, panting heavily, and drenched in sweat, almost slippery to the touch. Except for the continued contractions of her vagina, she had no strength left.
As if he had been waiting for this moment, Hoshi pulled Yoshiwara Tsubaki, who was in the throes of orgasm, into his arms. In this position, his penis was firmly pressed against her cervix; Hoshi could feel the glans pressing against a plump, oily mound of tender fat with a concave center.
The cervix, which had been tightly closed during orgasm, swelled and expanded. Under the pressure of the glans, it slowly "opened" and embraced half of it. A strong biting sensation washed over him, and Hoshi couldn't help but groan. Combined with his deliberately relaxed ejaculation control, his penis quickly throbbed violently, injecting streams of hot, thick semen directly into Yoshiwara Tsubaki's uterus.
After a while, the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed. Xing held the limp, slumped Yoshiwara Tsubaki beneath him, whispering in her damp ear, "I've temporarily removed the 'poison' of arrogance. If you can conceive my child, then you should be alright."
"Remember, you must protect yourself."
Xing picked up Yoshiwara Tsubaki. Sakura Misaki, already swaying from her exhaustion, faded away like a painting, revealing the chaotic street once more. He carried the beauty to an empty shop, placed her on a sofa, and covered her with a kimono.
Yoshiwara Tsubaki's face was flushed, her beautiful eyes closed, a faint smile of happiness lingering on her lips, as if she were dreaming a sweet dream.
Xing glanced at her quietly, then turned to look into the distance. His almost unparalleled martial spirit quickly locked onto arrogance. He ran very fast, almost reaching the sea, about thirty kilometers away.
However, his Martial Soul could still lock onto him. Even if he ran out of Xing's current locking range of about forty kilometers, he could still sense and move Simon the next time he entered.
It was practically like leaving a permanent mark on the enemy.
But just as Xing was about to set off, he suddenly frowned and lightly touched his forehead, where veins were bulging. Clearly, for his current physical condition, using his Martial Soul over such a large area was putting too much strain on him. He feared that this state could only be maintained for a shorter time than he had imagined.