Villains Aren't Stepping Stones!

”Mother...”

Chu Xueyu stared helplessly at Haoran who was grinding his cock on her crotch, ”Haoran. We can’t.”

Sex between cultivators has never been simple, but a union between Yin and Yang. Once the two parties united, their Qi will circulate between each other.

In other words, Chu Xueyu’s Qi, which is already at the peak of Heavenly Saint Realm and is approaching the Supreme Realm, would immediately rush and circulate within Haoran’s body, causing him to explode.

Not to mention it’s uncertain whether he can even pierce her hymen.

But...

She looked at him—chest glistening, lips swollen, eyes dark with lust and pushed him slightly before she reached behind her, fingers finding the damp lace of her panties, and pulled them off completely.

The garment fell to the bedsheets, forgotten.

Then, she lay face down on the bed, her ass raised.

”We can’t use this one,” she said, her voice low, her hand sliding between her legs as she parted her own asscheeks, showing him the tight, pink hole, already glistening with her own juices from where they had dripped down. ”But this should be okay.”

She had thoroughly studied the memories of Shen Ming and found out that people actually used the backdoor for sex.

She was appalled, but at the same, she was even more curious. Could she do this with Haoran? It was possible. After all, her Vital Yin was in her pussy, and only through there can Qi circulate between two people during intercourse.

Not to mention she had asked some people to try it out and tell her the result, and it came out positive.

So this is perfectly safe!

Haoran stared at her in shock for a moment, but he didn’t need to be asked twice.

He sat up, grabbed her by the waist and knelt behind her, his hands spreading her cheeks wide, exposing her completely.

’This...is rather embarrassing.’ Chu Xueyu thought, burying her face on the sheets to hide her red face.

He rubbed her pussy, letting her juices coat her fingers before he inserted one finger inside her, slowly, the tight heat gripping him.

She gasped, but pushed back, taking him deeper as he added a second finger, stretching her, scissoring.

Then, once he was satisfied, he removed his finger and began to rub his dick to his crotch, also coating it with her juices.

”...I’m ready,” she said, her voice shaky with want.

He slicked his cock and lined the head up against her entrance, pressing just enough to feel the resistance.

He looked down at her: the arch of her back, the curve of her ass, the way her fingers clutched the sheets.

”Mother...,” he said.

”...yeah, do it,” she said, clear and loud.

He pushed.

The head popped past the tight ring of muscle, and she let out a long, trembling moan.

He paused, letting her adjust, her inner walls clamped around him, hot and impossibly tight.

He could feel every pulse of her blood, slowly, inch by inch, he sank deeper until his hips pressed flush against her ass.

”...too—,” she breathed, her face buried in the sheets. ”....You’re too deep.”

He began to move. Slow, shallow thrusts at first—just the first few inches, letting her body open for him.

Her moans were muffled but constant as she pushed back against him, demanding more.

He gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and started to fuck her in earnest.

Each thrust was a long, deep press, his cock slid in and out of her ass with a slick, wet sound.

The oil mixed with her own arousal, making the glide easy as he watched his shaft disappear into her, the way her asshole stretched around him, pink and glistening.

He reached around, his hand finding her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts.

Her body jolted. ”Yes! Don’t stop!”

He fucked her harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath them as his balls slapped against her wet cunt with each stroke.

She was tight everywhere, but her ass was a vise, gripping him so perfectly he thought he might lose his mind.

He pulled out entirely, then slammed back in—all the way to the hilt as she screamed, a raw, throaty sound.

Then, he did it again, and again, building a rhythm of brutal, deep possession as her ass was taking him so well now, no resistance, just hot, clutching surrender.

Soon, he changed angles, hitting something that made her whole body convulse.

Her legs shook as she came—a sudden, violent orgasm that rippled through her ass, her cunt, her thighs.

”Aaah~!” She cried out, her voice breaking.

But he didn’t slow down, he kept pounding into her, riding out her climax, feeling her muscles spasm around his cock.

When she went limp, he flipped her onto her back and lifted her legs, pressing her knees toward her chest, opening her up completely.

Her ass was pink and wet from his fucking, her cunt swollen and dripping as he lined up again and pushed back into her ass, this time from the front.

The position was deeper, more intimate, and he could see her face—eyes closed, lips parted, sweat on her brow.

He fucked her slow and deep, watching every expression as her hands came up, grabbing his shoulders, nails digging in.

”...cum,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

He sped up, his rhythm growing frantic as his balls tightened, his breath ragged.

He drove into her ass with everything he had, chasing his release.

She was moaning again, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts as he leaned down, sloppily kissed her open-mouthed, their tongues tangling.

His body tensed as he buried himself as deep as he could and came, his cock pulsing hot streams of cum deep inside her ass.

He kept thrusting through it, shallow now, milking every drop, feeling her hole grip him with each spasm.

When he finally stopped, he stayed inside her, breathing hard as her legs fell open around him and cum leaked from where they were joined, a white trail sliding down her ass crack onto the sheets.

”Don’t pull out yet,” she said, her hand on his hip.

He didn’t. He lay there, his cock softening inside her, her body warm and slick.

After a long minute, he slid out slowly, and she gasped at the sensation. He watched his cum begin to drip from her stretched hole, a slow, thick trickle.

She reached down, gathered some on her fingers, and brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean, her eyes locked on his.

”You should be satisfied now, right?”

He was supposed to. But seeing that incredibly sexy scene of her sucking his cum clean made him incredibly hard again.

Chu Xueyu looked down at his still hard cock and sighed, ”We can’t continue our conversation like this. Stay there.”

Showing the remarkable, fluid grace inherent to a peak Heavenly Saint Realm, she smoothly stood up from the messy imperial bed.

She casually pulled on a fresh, flowing silver robe, tying the silk sash around her waist with a crisp, practiced flick of her wrist to cover her lingerie.

Without offering another word of explanation, she turned on her heel and walked completely out of her private room, her steps silent against the jade tiles.

Haoran was left there, completely and utterly stunned.

The sudden, absolute vacuum in the bed left his skin itching, the unresolved heat of his libido roaring through his veins with nowhere to go.

It was an incredibly aggravating sensation, a visceral psychological shock that made him feel as if he had just been thoroughly, shamelessly blue-balled by his own mother at the absolute peak of his momentum.

He gripped the silk sheets, his knuckles turning white as he suppressed a growl of frustration.

But the agonizing silence didn’t last for long.

A few moments later, the heavy wooden doors clicked open once more, and Chu Xueyu’s voice drifted through the fragrant steam of the chamber.

”Alright, come in.”

As she spoke those words, the grand double doors swung wide, and Ling Luochen stepped over the threshold.

The female asura looked entirely confused, her fingers nervously clutching the fabric of her blue silk dress.

She had been standing preparing her things for their departure, when Chu Xueyu had suddenly appeared in front of her and brought here hete without warning.

”Lady Chu Xueyu, what exactly do you need me f—”

Ling Luochen’s voice choked mid-sentence as her words died in her throat, and her beautiful, pale blue eyes widened into massive circles of pure, unadulterated shock the moment her gaze cleared the wooden partition.

Sitting right there on the center of the sprawling bed, completely stark naked under the dim, warm glow of the lamps, was Shen Haoran.

The raw, primal definition of his pristine physique, laced with the ancient runes of his hidden divine forms, was completely bare to the world, radiating a predatory, territorial heat that immediately caused the air in the room to turn heavy.

”Y-Y-Young master!?” she stammered, her pale cheeks instantly exploding into a violent, burning crimson blush that reached all the way to the tips of her ears.

Her breath came in short, panicked gasps, her icy mental cultivation completely shattering into a million pieces.

Before she could even think of turning around to flee the overwhelming sensory assault, a firm, unyielding hand suddenly pressed against her shoulder blades.

Chu Xueyu gave her a deliberate, heavy push from behind, forcing the trembling ice-genius straight into the inner perimeter of the bedchamber.

”Do her, Haoran. I have actual clan businesses to attend to in the main pavilion before you youngsters leave.”

With that incredibly casual, ruthlessly efficient command, the matriarch turned back toward the hallway, pulling the grand ironwood doors shut behind her.

The heavy containment arrays along the frames instantly flared into a bright violet brilliance, sealing the room completely and leaving the two young cultivators entirely alone inside the quiet sanctuary.

The click of the lock resonated through the chamber like a thunderclap.