Villains Aren't Stepping Stones!

”Good girl,” he said. ”We’re just getting started.”

Haoran lingered inside her for a long moment, savoring the aftershocks of her climax clenching around his softening cock.

Then he pulled out slowly, a wet sound as his seed leaked from her reddened pussy onto the sheets.

Ling Luochen gasped at the sudden emptiness, her thighs trembling, her face still flushed with shyness and shame.

He sat up, pulling her with him, positioning her on her knees before him on the bed.

She looked down at his cock, still glistening with her juices and his cum, half-hard but already thickening again under her gaze as her lips parted, nervously.

”Do you know that you can take it deep down your throat?” he asked, stroking her hair back from her face.

She shook her head, eyes wide. People put that thing in their mouth? This young master of hers... really knows how to play!

”Time to learn. Open your mouth.”

She obeyed, hesitant, and he guided the head of his cock past her lips as the taste of herself and him flooded her tongue—it was salty, musky, and intimate.

She gagged immediately as he pushed deeper, but he held her head steady, not forcing, just waiting for her to adjust.

”Breathe through your nose,” he instructed. ”Relax your throat.”

She tried, but every inch he fed her made her eyes water as her throat convulsed around the tip as he reached the back of her mouth.

He paused there, letting her feel the pressure, the invasion.

”Swallow,” he commanded.

She swallowed, and the motion drew him deeper, past the barrier of her throat.

He groaned as her throat muscles gripped him, and he pushed further until his entire length was buried in her mouth, her nose pressed against his pubic bone.

She was choking, but he held her there, counting seconds.

”That’s it. Take it, take every inch.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in as he began to fuck her face with a slow, deep thrusts that slid his cock in and out of her throat, each passage leaving her gagging and gasping when he withdrew slightly.

He kept a firm grip on her hair, controlling the pace.

”Look up at me,” he said.

She did, eyes red and streaming, throat bulging with his shaft, and the sight alone almost drove him wild.

He sped up, fucking her throat with ruthless precision, her gags becoming rhythmic, her saliva dripping down her chin onto her breasts.

He pulled out just before he came, letting her cough and gasp for air as spit and precum coated her lips.

He wiped her chin with his thumb, then pushed her back flat on the bed.

”Now for those pretty tits.”

He knelt over her, his cock between her breasts.

She was not small, but definitely inferior compared to Huo Yue.

He pressed them together around his shaft, the soft flesh enveloping him as he began to move, sliding his cock through the slick valley of her cleavage, the head emerging near her mouth each time.

”Lick it when it comes up,” he ordered.

She stuck out her tongue, catching the tip of his cock with each thrust, tasting her own saliva and his precum.

Her nipples were hard, brushing against his shaft with each pass as he fucked her tits with growing urgency, her breath coming in short moans against his skin.

”Squeeze them tighter,” he said, and she pressed her breasts together with her hands, creating a tighter channel.

He groaned, fucking faster, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room.

”I’m going to cum on your face,” he warned.

She whimpered but didn’t pull away, ghe then with a final thrust, he erupted, and hot ropes of cum shooting across her face—her cheeks, her lips, her forehead, some dripping into her hair.

She blinked, startled, but stayed still as he painted her.

Once he finished, he lay down beside her, breathing hard, then reached over to smear the cum into her skin.

”You look beautiful like this,” he said. ”But we’re not done.”

He turned her over onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was on all fours, her ass presented to him.

She looked back, panicked.

”That... that’s...” she stammered.

”Your ass,” he finished. ”You’re going to take me there too.”

Her eyes widened, ”T-That’s, that’s dirty...”

”You’re a cultivator. You’re entire body is devoid of impurities.”

That was true. Body Refinement realm was literally all about expelling all impurities in one’s body.

He spread her cheeks, exposing her tight hole.

She was still slick from earlier, but he needed more. He coated his fingers with her juices before he circled her anus with the now slick finger, pressing gently.

”Relax,” he said. ”Breathe.”

She took a shaky breath as he pushed his finger inside.

The sensation was foreign, it was tight, burning, and invasive, more than when he did her pussy.

She clenched around him, but he kept still, letting her adjust, and slowly, he moved his finger in and out, adding a second, stretching her.

”You’re so tight here too,” he murmured. ”But you’ll take me.”

He removed his fingers and positioned his cock at her entrance, the head pressing against her tight ring.

He pushed, and she cried out a sharp, pained sound as the pressure was immense, a fullness unlike before.

”Shh,” he soothed, but didn’t stop.

He pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until his entire length was buried in her ass.

She was trembling, sobbing softly into the pillow, but she held still for him.

He began to move, slow and deep, letting her body acclimate.

The pain slowly melded into a strange, intense pleasure as the angle pressed against her inner walls. Her moans became less pained, more needy.

”That’s it,” he praised, picking up speed. ”Taking me so good in both holes tonight.”

He fucked her ass with powerful, driving thrusts, his balls slapping against her wet pussy.

She was shaking, her knuckles white as she gripped the sheets.

He reached underneath to rub her clit, and her body jerked, a second orgasm building fast.

”Cum for me again,” he commanded.

She screamed into the pillow as her orgasm crashed over her, her ass clenching around his cock.

He followed, burying himself deep, filling her ass with his hot seed as he stayed inside, grinding against her, milking every drop.

Finally, he pulled out, watching his cum trickle from her stretched hole before he rolled her onto her back, pulling her into his arms, her body limp and spent.

”Good girl,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. ”You did so well.”

She could only nod, her shyness buried under layers of exhaustion and raw satisfaction.

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Inside the majestic, towering walls of the Shen Clan Grand Meeting Hall, the atmosphere was thick with a palpable, solemn tension that seemed to press down on the very fabric of reality.

The hall itself was a masterpiece of ancient architecture, constructed from blocks of solid, light-absorbing abyssal obsidian and supported by columns of weeping dragon-jade that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic green glow.

Overhead, an enormous, revolving stellar array painted the ceiling with a real-time reflection of the upper realms’ star systems, casting a dim, starlit glow over the long, rectangular conference table carved from a single piece of a ten-thousand-year-old World Tree.

Chu Xueyu stood resolutely at the absolute head of the table, her posture was straight, her silver robes falling around her ankles in flawless, unwrinkled lines, and her hands were gracefully crossed in front of her waist.

Her sharp purple eyes, usually alight with a calculating, cold brilliance, held a deep, unmovable calm.

Arranged along the flanks of the massive table were the true pillars of the domain’s authority: the Seven Enshrined Elders and her own blood sisters, Leng Shuang and Feng Yuyan.

”Now that we are all officially gathered here, please, take your seats,” Chu Xueyu spoke, her low, melodic voice carrying a soft but undeniable authority that effortlessly rippled through the expansive hall, instantly silencing the ambient hum of the defensive arrays. ”I have several critical, time-sensitive matters regarding the upcoming capital realignment to discuss with the council.”

A brief, heavy silence fell over the room.

The Seven Enshrined Elders looked at each other, their wrinkled faces shifting with a mixture of subtle confusion and deep traditional offense, before they turned their collective, probing gazes back towards her.

According to the unyielding, thousands of years old protocol of the ancient Immortal Lineages, isn’t it considered the absolute minimum of common courtesy and ancestral etiquette to take one’s seat only after the official Clan Head or the presiding Master has already sat down?

For Chu Xueyu to remain standing while commanding them to sit was a bizarre, unprecedented breach of the standard rules of the court.

Feng Yuyan leaned slightly over the table, her sharp eyes narrowing as she carefully scanned Chu Xueyu’s face.

She noticed that her younger sister seemed to be acting remarkably weird today.

Her breathing was just a fraction deeper than usual, and there was a subtle, almost imperceptible rigidity in the way her hips were aligned against the obsidian floorboards.

”Sister... are you truly doing okay?” Feng Yuyan asked, her voice laced with a genuine, sisterly concern despite her sharp tone.

Although she was secretly rather annoyed and frustrated that both she and Leng Shuang had been violently disturbed and dragged out from their highly delicate, fascinating biological experiments in the deep subterranean labs just for this sudden assembly, she was still deeply worried about her sister’s physical well-being.

It was rare for a peak Heavenly Saint realm cultivator of Chu Xueyu’s caliber to project even a sliver of physical awkwardness.

”Yeah. I am perfectly fine,” Chu Xueyu answered instantly, a sultry, incredibly private smile flashing across her lips for a fraction of a microsecond before returning to her cold, professional mask as her golden eyes gleamed with a deep, knowing light. ”I simply prefer to stand during today’s session. It helps clarify the flows of my internal meridians. Now, cease the useless delays and take your seats.”

Chu Xueyu insisted, her tone leaving absolutely no room for further argument.

Truthfully, with her profound cultivation base and her unmatched understanding of biology due to her knowledge on how to kill people, she could easily use a single thread of her qi to instantly heal the deep, burning soreness and physical ache lingering within her lower body within a single breath.

But as she stood there looking down at the council, she thought to herself: ’Why on earth would she ever want to erase it?’

To her, this sharp, throbbing internal pain was the absolute, physical proof of her and Haoran’s intense, unbridled love behind the closed doors of the bedchamber.

It was a private mark of possession that she proudly carried into the grand hall of politics.

”Alright, if you say so,” Feng Yuyan shrugged her shoulders casually, entirely giving up on parsing her sister’s bizarre behavior.

She pulled back her velvet chair and sat down with a soft rustle of her silks, quickly followed by the icy, silent form of Leng Shuang, who crossed her arms and leaned back against the mahogany wood.

Seeing the two powerful sisters finally lower themselves into their seats, the Seven Enshrined Elders looked at each other one last time, let out a collective, low sigh of resignation, and followed suit, sitting down in perfect, synchronized order along the flanks of the World Tree table.

”Now then, since all of you finally sat down, let us officially begin the council,” Said Chu Xueyu, her hands resting flat against the dark wood as she prepared to unveil the blueprints that would soon drop the entire Central Region into an abyss of absolute conflagration.