I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Chapter 161: Chapter 161 When Your Dual Cultivation Partner is an Overachiever

Su Muyao’s tight yin furnace clenched around Lin Feng’s oversized divine tool with desperate intensity, as though afraid to let him withdraw even a fraction.

Every pulse of her inner walls milked him shamelessly, drawing out tremors from deep within his peerless sword.

Ordinarily, Lin Feng would have restrained himself.

To celebrate losing his virginity, he would have preferred to take his time and stretch the pleasure across hours or even days, savoring every lingering moment instead of rushing through it.

With a True Immortal body and cultivation base and boundless divine reserves, he was no ordinary man.

His vitality regenerated endlessly and his essence was practically inexhaustible.

His burning iron could rise again and again without fatigue, without depletion.

The concept of lasting long in bed had lost its significance to him.

He was both the storm and the unending sky that birthed it.

So he surrendered to the moment.

Still buried to the hilt within her pink depths, he let go.

Pew.

Pew.

Pew.

Each heavy surge of thick seed struck deep inside her, pouring into her like molten sunlight flooding a hidden cavern.

His profound yang qi spread instantly, colliding with her yin essence in a violent yet intoxicating harmony.

The clash of energies ignited something more unforgettable inside her cherished cavern.

Her back arched sharply, fingers digging into his shoulders as another wave overtook her.

“Too much!” Su Muyao cried, her voice breaking between pleasure and overload.

But her body betrayed her protests.

Her inner furnace tightened further, greedily absorbing the torrent as if it were nourishment long denied.

The sensation was overwhelming like an active volcano erupting from within, sending aftershocks of bliss radiating through every part of her body.

Her toes curled and her thighs trembled uncontrollably as wave after wave of release crashed over her, each crest igniting the next until it felt like she was drowning in an endless flood of liquid pleasure.

A gallon and more of dense yang essence poured straight into Su Muyao’s furthest depths, saturating her completely and drowning her tender pink folds in thick, clinging white cream.

And yet Lin Feng remained steady.

Even as his body completed its climax, his breathing was calm, controlled.

With a single thought, he sealed the vital yang within his essence, stripping away the divine spark that kindles life.

His cultivation allowed him that precision and absolute mastery over every drop he released.

He was not yet ready to become a father.

Nor had he and Su Muyao spoken of such a future.

If a child were to be conceived, it would be intentional and chosen, not accidental.

He would not allow something so profound to be left to impulse, no matter how intoxicating the moment.

Slowly, he leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers as her body continued to shudder beneath him.

Her breathing came in ragged gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly while faint tremors still rippled through her.

Even after releasing such an overwhelming torrent, he remained hard within her, still powerful, still ready.

Another measure he took was to erase the divine essence within his release.

Had he not done so, Su Muyao would have undergone a direct evolution, her cultivation skyrocketing straight into the Dao Overlord Realm.

Such was the terrifying might of a True Immortal’s primordial yang qi.

Even through the simplest union, a True Immortal could reshape destinies.

Their essence alone carried enough power to shatter bottlenecks that countless geniuses would struggle against for millennia.

To ordinary cultivators, the Dao Overlord Realm stood just beneath the True Immortal Realm… a peak existence capable of ruling continents and suppressing eras.

And yet, to someone like Lin Feng, that realm was almost trivial.

If he truly wished, he could raise an entire legion of Dao Overlords merely by sharing his essence without restraint.

A million powerhouses could be forged through nothing more than sleeping around with women.

What others regarded as an insurmountable heavenly threshold was, to him, something that could be casually granted.

That was the difference between realms.

That was the gap between the mortal path and true immortality.

Naturally, Lin Feng had no intention of granting this boon to Su Muyao in a reckless manner.

Power gained without a solid foundation could destabilize one’s Dao heart.

After several deep breaths, Lin Feng felt the urge to continue.

“I have to admit… that felt incredible,” Lin Feng murmured with a satisfied breath. “You feel amazing around me, Muyao. Are you ready for more?”

Excitement flickered in his eyes as he shifted slightly, preparing to continue only to pause when he heard something unexpected.

A soft, steady sound.

“What…?” he muttered, glancing down.

There she was… Su Muyao, peacefully asleep, her breathing slow and even, faintly snoring against his chest.

Lin Feng blinked, stunned.

For a moment, he tried to piece together what had just happened. Then realization dawned on him.

Even a heavily suppressed, diluted version of his immortal essence had been overwhelming for her.

The rapid succession of peaks, combined with the flood of yang qi she had absorbed inside her precious cauldron, had pushed her body far beyond its limit.

After riding wave after wave of pleasure in such a short span, her strength had simply given out.

Exhaustion claimed her completely.

Her limbs were relaxed, her face serene, lips slightly parted as she slept without the slightest awareness of his unfinished intentions.

“…I see,” he exhaled, a helpless smile tugging at his lips.

“Oh well. There’s always a next time.”

He shook his head, equal parts amused and mildly disappointed.

Though he had enjoyed himself, he had originally planned to explore far more, taking his time to savor different rhythms and positions in the book and to truly indulge without restraint.

It seemed he had underestimated the disparity between them.

Next time, Lin Feng made a mental note to pick a different route.

“Next time,” he whispered.

Then, gently, he adjusted his hold on Su Muyao, making sure she was comfortable before letting the quiet of the room settle around them.