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

Chapter 376: Chapter 376 The Dao of the Wandering Finger

Five hours later, Lin Feng finally stepped out of the inner chambers, his broad shoulders relaxed and his powerful frame radiating an aura of complete, bone deep satisfaction.

A faint, obvious smile lingered on his lips as he adjusted the collar of his robe with casual ease, the fabric still carrying the faint scent of their shared passion… musky, sweet, and unmistakably intimate.

Behind him, Su Muyao emerged on trembling legs, each step a careful effort to maintain her composure.

Her once elegant gait was now slow and unsteady, her thighs pressing together instinctively as if to contain the overwhelming aftermath of their union.

A deep, lingering blush painted her cheeks a vivid crimson, spreading all the way down her neck and across the delicate swell of her huge bosom, which rose and fell with every shallow breath.

She kept her lips pressed tightly together, biting the lower one occasionally to stifle the soft whimpers that threatened to escape, while her hands clutched at the edges of her sexy dress.

With every careful movement, her swollen, well used pink flower rubbed against itself, the slick, sensitive folds still slick with their combined essences.

Fresh sparks of oversensitivity shot through her pink flower like lightning, making her knees buckle slightly and forcing her to pause mid step.

A thin trail of his thick, pearly yang essence leaked slowly down the inside of her thigh, warm and sticky, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he had filled her.

She could feel it even now how her inner walls clenched rhythmically around nothing, still echoing the relentless stretch and fullness of his yang dragon.

This time, she had been lucky enough not to pass out, though the line between consciousness and blissful oblivion had blurred more times than she could count.

He had pushed her to the peak of ecstasy again and again, wave after crashing wave, until her voice had grown hoarse from screaming his name.

Her gaze remained fixed on Lin Feng’s broad back as they walked, unable to look away, and she couldn’t suppress a full body shiver as the memories flooded her mind in vivid, unrelenting detail.

How he had claimed every inch of her private chambers and every inch of her trembling body with that same unyielding dominance.

He had pinned her against the cold hard wall, her legs wrapped desperately around his waist as he drove into her with deep, punishing thrusts that made all her furniture rattle.

Then he had bent her over the ornate wooden table, taking her from behind with one hand fisted in her hair and the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave faint marks.

He had lifted her onto the edge of the bed, spread her wide, and devoured her with his mouth until she shattered, only to flip her onto all fours and mount her again like a beast in heat.

Countless other lewd positions she had never even imagined… her ankles hooked over his shoulders, her body folded in half beneath him, riding him reverse while his hands roamed freely over her bouncing breasts and sensitive pearl—each one more intense than the last.

He had exploded deep inside her again and again, flooding her womb with rope after thick rope of his hot, potent essence, marking her from the inside out until she felt overflowing, claimed, owned.

Yet even after all that, his mighty staff had shown no sign of softening, standing proud and veined and ready for more, his profound yang energy truly inexhaustible, like an endless wellspring of raw masculine power.

’I thought I was going to die from so much pleasure…’ Su Muyao thought, her heart still racing wildly in her chest, a frantic drumbeat that refused to slow.

’Every time I reached the edge, he pulled me right back under, deeper, harder… I’ve never felt so full, so broken, so perfectly ruined.’ A fresh wave of heat pooled low in her belly at the recollection, and she had to fight the urge to press her thighs together even tighter.

Her body still hummed with residual ecstasy, every nerve ending alight and hypersensitive to the cool air brushing against her skin.

As they entered the outer chambers where Lin Feng’s other women waited… elegant cultivators in their own right, each one a beauty who has now shared his bed… Su Muyao’s eyes unconsciously drifted toward them.

She could clearly feel the burning envy radiating from their gazes, sharp and unmistakable, like invisible daggers laced with jealousy and reluctant admiration.

One of them, a great beauty with long golden hair like her, bit her lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood, her fists clenched at her sides as she stared at the well sated state of Su Muyao’s body and the unmistakable glow of satisfaction on her face.

Another, with curves that could make gods weep, shifted uncomfortably on her cushion, her cheeks flushed not with her own pleasure but with the sting of being left behind.

They all knew exactly what had transpired behind those closed doors… the hours of unrestrained passion, the sounds that had echoed faintly through the halls despite the silencing arrays.

Embarrassed beyond measure, Su Muyao quickly lowered her head, her cheeks burning even hotter until she felt as though her entire face might ignite.

Yet beneath the shame, a secret thrill curled through her… she had been the one to sate him this time, to endure his insatiable hunger and emerge still standing… barely.

Lin Feng glanced back over his shoulder, his dark eyes gleaming with possessive approval as they swept over her flushed form.

He said nothing, but the slight curve of his lips spoke volumes.

Su Muyao’s heart skipped a beat, and she followed him obediently, already wondering when he would summon her again… and how much more of his inexhaustible passion her body could possibly take before she truly shattered.

Even as she thought she had no strength left, a warm bundle of joy suddenly rushed into her arms, filling her with unexpected energy.

“Mama! What took you so long? Wanwan was waiting for you forever!” Su Wanwan ran over and hugged Su Muyao tightly, her small arms wrapping around her with surprising force.

“Good thing Wanwan has lots of big sisters here to keep me company and teach me new things. Hehe… Look, Mama! Wanwan learned something new!”

Her bright, eager voice rang with excitement as she looked up, eyes sparkling, completely unaware of her mother’s earlier exhaustion.