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

Chapter 401: Chapter 401 How Dare You Steal a Kiss from This Young Master?

It was incredibly hot and heavy. The sheer length of it was shocking.

The swollen head rested far above her navel, reaching almost up to the underside of her bosom.

Li Yuhua stared down at it in disbelief, her breathing shallow and rapid.

’So long…’ she thought, swallowing hard.

’If it’s already reaching this far on the outside… just how deep will it go when it’s inside me?’

The thick shaft pulsed warmly against her stomach, its veiny surface pressing heavily into her smooth skin.

She could feel the sheer weight and power of it, making her lower belly tighten with a strange mix of fear and arousal.

Li Yuhua gulped audibly, unable to tear her eyes away from the mighty spear resting on her body.

Looking at Li Yuhua’s shocked expression, Lin Feng couldn’t help but let a proud, happy smile spread across his handsome face.

Her wide eyes were fixed between his legs, staring at the massive, throbbing length of his divine rod with a mixture of disbelief and reluctant awe.

It was always deeply satisfying whenever a woman as stunning and graceful as Li Yuhua reacted this way to his gigantic baton.

The way her cheeks flushed even deeper and her lips parted slightly in stunned silence only fueled his masculine pride.

He wasn’t always this blessed. Lin Feng remembered those humiliating early days with crystal clarity, as if they had happened just yesterday.

Back then, he had possessed nothing more than a pitiful one-inch stub between his legs which was a source of endless shame and frustration.

Those miserable times felt like a distant nightmare now.

After his transmigration, he had changed beyond recognition.

His once tiny pride had grown into this monstrous, vein-covered pillar of flesh that could make even the most experienced women tremble.

Those days were long gone, buried in the past. And right now, Lin Feng was more than happy to be exactly where he was standing powerfully above this breathtaking beauty, his enormous yang scepter twitching with need as it hovered just inches away from her dripping, hairless yin cave.

He gave his thick shaft a slow, deliberate stroke, letting her see every inch of his overwhelming size and girth.

“You seem surprised, Yuhua,” Lin Feng asked, his voice deep and teasing, laced with innocent amusement.

He gave his massive heavenly spear a slow, lazy stroke right in front of her eyes, making the thick, veined shaft throb visibly.

“Why is that? Tell me what’s going through that pretty beautiful mind of yours.”

Li Yuhua’s voice came out small and trembling, barely above a whisper.

“It’s… it’s so big, Lin Feng,” she admitted, her cheeks burning a deep, embarrassed crimson.

Her eyes were still locked onto his enormous yang dragon, unable to look away.

The sheer size and girth made her lower belly tighten with a mixture of fear and forbidden excitement.

“Look how far it reaches… If you put all of that inside me, won’t it break me?”

She hesitated for a moment, then continued in an even softer voice, “My late husband… he also had a much smaller thing compared to yours.”

What she didn’t dare say out loud was that her husband had only possessed a pitiful half-inch tiny thing between his legs… something she had always accepted as normal during their marriage.

In her entire life, Lin Feng’s mighty yang dragon was only the second manhood she had ever seen.

The stark, overwhelming difference left her stunned, her heart racing wildly as she imagined how something so thick and long could possibly fit into her long neglected, tight body.

Her smooth, plump yin cave twitched involuntarily at the thought, leaking another thin trail of her sweet nectar that glistened under the light.

The sight only made Lin Feng’s smile grow wider and more excited.

Lin Feng’s powerful divine sense effortlessly swept into Li Yuhua’s mind, reading her thoughts as easily as flipping through an open book.

What he discovered there left him momentarily stunned.

’So there are men even more unfortunate than I was in the past…’

A faint, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Life really never failed to surprise him.

He had always believed his previous life on Earth where he had only possessed a mere one-inch tiny D was the pinnacle of masculine misfortune.

Yet here was proof that someone had suffered even worse.

Li Yuhua’s late husband had apparently only had a pathetic half-inch man tool.

The realization made Lin Feng shake his head slowly, a strange mix of pity and satisfaction blooming in his chest.

Compared to that tiny, useless thing, even his old one-inch pride now seemed almost respectable in hindsight.

The thought made him feel just a little bit better about his own dark past.

Lin Feng couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie toward Li Yuhua’s late husband.

In a twisted way, both of them had once belonged to the same unfortunate small club men burdened with pitifully tiny prides.

Though his own past one-inch shame now seemed almost generous compared to the half-inch tragedy the other man had endured, Lin Feng still felt a faint, ironic connection.

He shook his head lightly, a complex mix of amusement, superiority, and unexpected sympathy swirling in his chest.

In that moment, Lin Feng made a sudden, firm vow deep within his heart.

From now on, he would take good care of Li Yuhua.

He would not only ravish her body with his massive yang dragon until she screamed in ecstasy, but he would also spoil her, protect her, and fill the long-empty void her late husband had never been able to satisfy.

This graceful, beautiful woman deserved to finally experience what it meant to be thoroughly claimed and pleasured by a real man.

A gentle smile curved Lin Feng’s lips as he gazed down at her flushed face and trembling body.

His thick, throbbing hot iron rod continued to rub slowly against her slick, hairless entrance, coating itself in her abundant nectar.