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

Chapter 407: Chapter 407 I Only Sneezed, Why is the Sect Mountain Missing?

With little choice but to agree, Li Yuhua finally relented and told Liu Jinhui everything at least, everything she was willing to share.

Even then, her best friend found it hard to believe, her expression shifting between shock and disbelief as she listened.

By the time Li Yuhua returned home, the matter had already spread throughout the clan.

The moment she stepped inside, the first person she saw was her daughter, Li Zhiyan, who was clearly waiting for her.

“Mother… is what they’re saying true?” Li Zhiyan asked, her voice trembling slightly. “You spent the night with Young Master Lin Feng?”

The news had become the talk of the clan by morning, spreading faster than wildfire.

It was obvious to anyone with sense that the matriarch had played a role in this, likely hoping to tighten the bond between the Li Clan and Lin Feng even further.

Li Yuhua remained silent for a few breaths, her expression calm but unreadable.

Then, slowly, she nodded.

“It’s true,” she admitted. “But it was only a one-time matter. It won’t happen again.”

Her tone was steady, as if she were trying to convince not just her daughter but herself as well.

Li Zhiyan stared at her in disbelief, clearly struggling to accept what she had just heard.

Just like Liu Jinhui earlier, she wanted to press for more details, her curiosity burning brightly.

But Li Yuhua simply brushed past those unspoken questions, deliberately leaving out anything too personal or suggestive.

Some things… were better left unsaid.

***

The days passed far too quickly for Li Yuhua, yet each one felt heavier, more restless, and more torturous than the previous.

Even now, the very next morning after their passionate night, she could remember every vivid detail with crystal clarity.

The heat of Lin Feng’s demanding kisses, the way his strong hands had roamed and squeezed her body, the terrifying yet addictive size of his huge, rock-hard sword, and most of all… the way he had made love to her so fiercely and relentlessly that night.

He had cooked rice with her for hours, shattering her mind with pleasure until the bed itself had broken beneath them.

Every time those memories resurfaced, a wave of heat would rush through her body.

Her cheeks would flush crimson, her full breasts would grow heavy and sensitive, and her smooth, hairless yin cave would instantly become hot and dripping wet.

Her neglected body reacted shamelessly to the mere thought of him.

“I can’t… That kind of thing can only happen once,” she whispered to herself repeatedly, shaking her head in firm denial as she lay alone in bed.

She tried to suppress the screaming demands of her awakened body, the burning desire that now refused to be silenced.

She told herself sternly that she would get over it, that this intense craving was only temporary and would eventually fade away with time and self-control.

She was dead wrong.

The very next day, the longing grew even stronger and more unbearable.

There was now a deep, aching emptiness inside her lotus pond… a hollow, hungry space between her legs and in the depths of her heart that only Lin Feng could fill.

Her once quiet and obedient yin cave throbbed constantly with need, craving the massive stretch, the powerful thrusts, and the overwhelming fullness that only his gigantic yang dragon could provide.

Even the slightest recollection of how he had flooded her womb with gallons of his thick, hot profound yang essence made her clench her thighs tightly together, fighting against the fresh gush of nectar leaking from her pink flower.

“I can resist this… I have to resist,” she muttered through gritted teeth, biting her soft lower lip hard enough to leave faint marks.

She threw herself into daily chores, meditation, and light cultivation, desperately trying to distract herself.

But no matter what she did, the desire only intensified.

As the days continued to pass, the longing grew sharper, deeper, and far more addictive.

She could no longer imagine living without a man… not after tasting what a real man could do to her.

Lin Feng had completely ruined her for anyone else. Her late husband’s pitiful half-inch toy now seemed like a cruel joke compared to the mind-breaking pleasure she had experienced.

Her body had been awakened, and it now demanded satisfaction.

The quiet, modest widow she once was had been forever transformed into a woman who craved to be thoroughly fucked and dominated.

By the time Sunday arrived, Li Yuhua could no longer hold back her desires.

After another sleepless night filled with restless tossing and turning, she finally surrendered to the burning need consuming her.

With trembling hands and a racing heart, she dressed herself carefully and stepped into a carriage heading straight for Spirit Spring Academy.

Her thighs pressed tightly together the entire journey, trying and failing to calm the constant wetness between her legs.

Her lower body felt empty and aching, as if it was crying out for Lin Feng’s massive presence to fill her once again.

She knew this was dangerous. She knew she was walking a path that could lead to addiction and heartbreak.

Yet the memory of his powerful body moving above her, the feeling of being stretched to her absolute limit, and the overwhelming ecstasy that had made her pass out repeatedly was too strong to resist any longer.

Li Yuhua leaned back against the seat of the carriage, biting her lip as another wave of arousal washed over her.

She was no longer going to him out of curiosity.

She was going because she desperately needed him to mount her again.

***

“You’re here. Come in.” Lin Feng’s deep voice carried a hint of satisfaction as he saw Li Yuhua standing at the entrance.

His eyes swept over her figure with obvious hunger, making her cheeks flush instantly.

Li Yuhua was politely introduced to everyone present.

Thanks to the many stories her daughter Li Zhiyan had shared with her, she already felt somewhat familiar with the group.