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

Chapter 657: Chapter 657 ”His Pure Yang Is Big Enough for All of Us!”

None of them complained.

In fact, they were surprisingly comfortable.

For the first time in countless years, the four women could simply sit together and talk without worrying about enemies, conspiracies, or the Demon Horde Continent.

They spoke about the years they had spent apart.

They spoke about the changes in the Azure Heaven Continent.

They discussed the people and sects that had risen and fallen while Yang Yixue was trapped inside the eternal ice.

The three goddesses also told their master about everything that had happened after they had begun searching for a way to rescue her.

There was laughter at times.

There were also moments when the atmosphere became heavy as old memories resurfaced.

Yet more than anything else, there was a sense of relief.

Their master was finally back.

And this time, she was free.

During the day, Lin Feng continued his work while the four women remained in the courtyard.

Occasionally, they would watch him heal someone.

Sometimes they would discuss cultivation.

At other times, they simply enjoyed tea together.

Everything seemed peaceful.

Almost too peaceful.

As the sun gradually descended toward the horizon, the courtyard became quieter.

One by one, the people waiting outside departed.

Lin Feng finally finished the last patient of the day and stretched lazily.

”That’s enough for today.”

He returned to the inner part of the courtyard.

The four women were already there.

The Flame Goddess was talking animatedly while the Shadow Goddess listened with an amused expression.

The Sun Goddess was preparing tea, while Yang Yixue sat quietly nearby.

For a moment, Lin Feng felt that everything looked almost normal.

Almost like an ordinary household.

He couldn’t help smiling.

Who would have thought that my home would suddenly have four Divine Tribulation Realm women living in it?

Night gradually descended.

The stars appeared in the sky, and the moon illuminated the courtyard with a gentle silver glow.

The four women continued talking.

Lin Feng also relaxed, enjoying the rare peaceful atmosphere.

Nothing seemed unusual.

Nothing suggested that anything was about to happen.

But unbeknownst to them, the peaceful night would not remain peaceful for long.

As the night grew deeper, a strange fluctuation suddenly appeared in the distance.

It was so faint that an ordinary cultivator wouldn’t have noticed it.

But these peak cultivators noticed it easily.

At almost the exact same moment, Yang Yixue and the three goddesses also stopped what they were doing.

The atmosphere changed.

The courtyard suddenly became unnaturally quiet.

Something much bigger was about to happen. And then midnight arrived.

The courtyard had already fallen completely silent when faint sounds suddenly drifted through the darkness.

”Ahhh...”

”Ohhh...”

”Ugh...”

The unmistakable cries of women filled the otherwise peaceful night.

Yang Yixue’s eyes immediately opened.

She sat up in her bed, her expression becoming strange as she listened carefully.

A moment later, she stepped out of her room.

Almost immediately, the doors of the other rooms opened as well.

The Flame Goddess, Shadow Goddess, and Sun Goddess emerged one after another, all wearing similarly confused expressions.

”What is that...?”

The Flame Goddess froze halfway through her sentence.

Her beautiful face quickly turned red.

She couldn’t even bring herself to finish the thought.

The sounds coming from somewhere inside the courtyard were simply too suggestive.

The Shadow Goddess coughed awkwardly and looked away.

The Sun Goddess’s expression was equally complicated.

Yang Yixue, however, remained composed.

She listened for another few breaths before determining where the sounds were coming from.

Her expression became even more peculiar.

”That seems to be coming from Master’s chamber.”

The three goddesses immediately looked at one another.

Their eyes widened.

”Master?”

The Flame Goddess lowered her voice.

”Could it be...”

She stopped herself again.

There were some things that were simply too embarrassing to say aloud.

Yang Yixue didn’t respond.

Instead, she slowly walked toward the master bedroom.

Her three disciples followed closely behind, each of them increasingly curious about what was happening inside.

When they reached the door, the sounds became much clearer.

The four women stopped.

For several breaths, nobody moved.

Even Yang Yixue hesitated.

They had only recently arrived at Lin Feng’s residence, and barging into his private chambers in the middle of the night was certainly not something they wanted to do without a good reason.

But the strange sounds continued.

Finally, Yang Yixue exchanged a glance with her disciples.

She reached toward the door.

Click.

The door slowly opened.

The four women looked inside.

And the moment they saw what was happening within, all four of them froze on the spot.

Their eyes widened.

None of them had expected to see such a scene.

For several long breaths, there was complete silence.

Then the Flame Goddess’s face became bright red.

”What... exactly is going on here?”

Even Yang Yixue, who was usually the most composed among them, found herself speechless.

The sight before them was certainly something they would remember for a very long time.

Lin Feng lay in the center of the large bed, completely surrounded by the soft, warm bodies of his women.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, skin, and the sweet musk of arousal.

Hands caressed him from every direction and fingers trailing over his chest, lips pressing kisses to his shoulders and neck while the women moved with a shared, hungry rhythm that was both intimate and openly erotic.

One of them straddled his hips and sank down onto his thick, heavy cock in a single slow slide.

She gasped as he stretched her open, then began to ride him with abandon.

Her hips rolled and bounced, taking him deep on every downward thrust.

She came almost immediately, her inner walls clamping tight around him as a sharp cry tore from her throat.

Instead of slowing, she only rode harder, chasing the next orgasm, then the next.

Each climax left her shaking and wetter, her juices coating his length and dripping down onto his balls.

She threw her head back, breasts bouncing, and kept moving through the aftershocks until another wave crashed over her, then another.

At the same time, another woman climbed over his face and lowered herself onto his mouth.

Lin Feng’s long, thick tongue pushed straight up into her pink pussy, drilling deep and curling against her sensitive walls.

She ground down against him, moaning loudly as he licked and sucked without restraint.

Every time she came, her love juices flooded his mouth; he drank them greedily, swallowing every drop while his tongue kept working her open.

Her thighs trembled on either side of his head.

She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the headboard, and rode his face with the same abandon as the woman on his cock, her cries mixing with the wet sounds of his tongue.

On both sides of him, two more women had spread their legs wide, knees bent, offering themselves completely.

Lin Feng’s hands moved between them with practiced ease.

His fingers found their swollen clits and circled them in tight, steady rhythms, then slipped lower to toy with their slick pink folds, parting them, stroking, dipping inside just enough to make them gasp.

It was as if his hands had eyes of their own... always knowing exactly where to press, how much pressure to use, when to slow down and when to speed up.

One of the women came with a sharp, broken moan, her hips jerking against his fingers.

The other followed soon after, thighs shaking as clear fluid leaked onto his palm.

He never stopped, simply adjusted his touch and drove them toward the next peak while the women above him continued to ride.

More of his women waited their turns around the edges of the bed, some stroking themselves as they watched, others leaning in to kiss the ones currently being pleasured, or to whisper encouragement.

The scene stretched on without any sense of urgency.

Whenever the woman on his cock finally collapsed, another quickly took her place, sliding down onto him with a shared sigh of relief and hunger.

The same happened on his face... one woman would lift off, still trembling and wet, only for the next to settle over his mouth and present her dripping cunt for his tongue.

Lin Feng took it all in with calm, focused pleasure.

He fucked up into the woman riding him in slow, powerful thrusts that matched her rhythm.

His tongue never stopped working the one above him. His fingers continued their expert exploration of the two open pussies on either side.

The room filled with overlapping moans, wet sounds, and the soft slap of skin.

Bodies shifted, positions changed, but the core of it remained the same: Lin Feng at the center, surrounded, giving and receiving without pause.

Time lost meaning. One climax blurred into the next.

Women came on his cock, on his tongue, on his fingers, then returned later for more.

The sheets beneath them grew soaked. The air stayed heavy with the scent of their combined arousal.

And still it continued long, deep, and thoroughly satisfying for everyone involved.