Duosheng Danyuan

"Tsk..."

"Forehead..."

"Tsk!"

"How about... I do it?"

"Don't move."

"Okay...be gentle..."

"What, you're afraid of pain? Shouldn't I be the one who's afraid?"

"You're gripping too hard..."

"Nonsense, how can you aim accurately without using force? Besides, it's so dirty!"

"Hey, there's no place to shower here. If we're talking about filth, you're just as dirty, aren't you?"

"roll."

"..."

"you..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I've got it."

"I know, but...why don't you move at all?"

"Are you in such a hurry?"

"No, but being stuck like this in the doorway is really a bit..."

"Shut up, stop describing it, okay? It's disgusting."

"Sigh... Anyway, I'm the one lying down, so do whatever you want." With that, I spread my hands, letting Zeng Yixi move around as she pleased.

"..."

"Hmm..." On the fourth try, Zeng Yixi aimed the object, but it only hovered in mid-air, barely going in by a centimeter. "Ah..."

"Does it hurt?" I couldn't help but ask.

"I felt like I touched her hymen, it felt strange... but it definitely hurt."

"Um, based on my knowledge of human reproductive behavior, wouldn't it be better to do foreplay first?"

"Huh! What do you mean?" Upon hearing my words, Zeng Yixi instantly bristled, and she stood up instead of squatting on the bed.

"No, wait a minute, that's not what I meant," I scratched my head, clicked my tongue a few times, and then tentatively said, "You've seen the related movies and TV shows, right?"

"...Do you take me for a child? I'm an adult, of course I've been exposed to this kind of thing..."

"That's right, you know, the conditions here are limited, there are no safety measures..."

"You still want to set it up inside?!" Zeng Yixi said coquettishly, looking at me with a shocked expression.

"Oh no, don't think of me as a pervert, okay?" Speechless, I frowned and rubbed my face, then patiently said, "Condoms aren't just for safety; they have an even more important function—lubrication. Understand? If there's no lubricant, we need some foreplay to get both of us... to get both of us a little wet, so it won't hurt too much later."

"..."

"So... eh?" I was about to continue explaining sex to Zeng Yixi when I saw that Zeng Yixi had changed from standing to kneeling on the bed, crawling in front of me.

To my astonishment, she embraced me with trembling hands, pressing her smooth, twenty-year-old skin against my abdomen.

I heard Zeng Yixi's slightly trembling voice, tinged with tears.

"Is that so?"

"..."

My desire was completely ignited, and I immediately rolled over, pinning Zeng Yixi, who was lying on top of me, beneath me. However, unlike before, this time, Zeng Yixi only glanced at me, then lowered her head and didn't say anything more.

Clearly, she was ready.

"If you say stop, I'll stop." I tried to speak in what I thought was a gentle voice, and gently stroked Zeng Yixi's hair with my right hand, hoping she could relax a little.

Although I'm a virgin, the chairman is a playboy with a long list of romantic entanglements. On countless sleepless nights for single men, the leader tirelessly sought his advice on the realities of sex. And the secretary and I, to varying degrees, overheard some of his pronouncements.

Zeng Yixi's repeated attempts were the most agonizing teasing for me; my penis had already reached its largest size when she was on top of me. Then, I slowly moved towards her belly.

"Hmm... um!"

Clearly, I felt I had exposed something. Immediately afterward, Zeng Yixi began to tremble violently and breathe rapidly.

"Does it hurt?"

"...Um..." Zeng Yixi gasped for breath for a while, her voice almost trembling with tears, before continuing, "...like the wound."

"I'll go slower..." With a hint of apology, I stroked Zeng Yixi's forehead again with my right hand, and then my waist began to move slowly.

One, two, three strokes—each stroke was accompanied by an instinctive tremor in Zeng Yixi, a tightening sensation born of pressure, a woman's instinctive reaction upon first bleeding, I suppose...

"Slow down, slow down, it hurts a little..."

"OK."

So I slowed down, using my sense of shame to fight against my increasingly anxious physical instincts.

We continued our work slowly, steadily, and carefully.

"Ha...huff...is it...not over yet?" Zeng Yixi asked softly, panting heavily.

"It feels like it'll be soon, have you gone yet?"

"I don't know... how do I determine that?"

"It's the feeling of your body instinctively twitching."

"Oh... well, I've already gone a while ago. Several times..."

"I see..." I suppressed my inner joy and desperately tried to hold back the smile that wanted to appear on my face.

Although I'm sorry, I still have to say that how could I not be happy to receive Zeng Yixi's approval on something that concerns a man's dignity?

......

"Slow down, slow down! Why are you moving so fast all of a sudden?"

"Almost there." With that, I mustered all my strength and continued.

"Ah, ah? Get out, pull it out!"

"Right away, right away... um!"

"Ha...hoo...ha..."

"Hiss—ho—hiss—"

The scalding heat clung to Zeng Yixi's bare abdomen, and we were all panting heavily.

"Is it... over?" Zeng Yixi asked, panting as she collapsed onto the bed.

"Yes, it should be," I replied, and lay down next to her.

For a moment, only the sound of our breathing, both of us naked, filled the closed room. Rapid, then gradually calming, as consciousness returned...

About fifteen minutes later, Zeng Yixi, who was the first to come to her senses, suddenly sat up in bed and frowned, saying, "Something's not right."

"Hmm." I sat up and nodded. "Logically speaking, we've already achieved our goal, so why hasn't the completion notification sounded in the seclusion room yet?"

"......" Naked, Zeng Yixi got out of bed and walked straight to the wall with the target prompt engraved on it. "No problem... We've done everything we were supposed to do, why isn't it showing as complete yet?"

"This can only mean one thing—we did not truly complete our mission."

"What do you mean? We followed the instructions and completed the task, so how could it not be finished?" Frowning, Zeng Yixi pounded on the wall with her hand, expressing her indignation.

"This..." Looking at the words on the wall, I was speechless for a moment.

"..." Silence, which lasted for about five minutes.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind. I opened my mouth hesitantly, but then hesitated to speak.

"Do you have anything to say?" Zeng Yixi asked directly, seeing through my hesitation, completely without the awkwardness and shyness she had shown in bed earlier.

"We completed the hints for the objective, but we overlooked the description of the objective, something like this," I said after a moment's thought.

"Be more specific," Zeng Yixi said earnestly, looking at me as she put on her underwear.

"Don't put it on yet."

"Huh? What? Oh! You don't still want...we're not that kind of relationship!"

"That's not what I meant." Perhaps because I just finished, I feel like I've entered a sage mode, and my emotions have returned to their usual calm.

Seeing Zeng Yixi about to lose her temper, I reached out and pressed my hand down into the air to signal her to calm down, then explained, "However, we might have to do it again."

"Did you find out anything?" Zeng Yixi wasn't stupid after all; she noticed the change in my emotions and stopped looking at me with prejudice. Instead, she asked seriously, "Where did we just go wrong?"

"Perhaps the problem lies in the last step."

"ha?"

"Don't rush, I didn't mean anything by it." With that, I got out of bed, stood up, walked over to Zeng Yixi, and leaned against the wall with the target indication engraved on it. I said to her, "Look, the description of the target is essentially explaining the function of dual cultivation—that is, the transformation of a cultivator's pure spiritual root into a combined spiritual root. Right?"

"Hmm..." Zeng Yixi nodded in response after turning her head to look at the wall and carefully reading the words on it.

"One link is missing."

"Is a link missing?"

"That's right, it's missing the part about how a pure spiritual root transforms into a combined spiritual root." As I spoke, I pointed to the relevant section on the wall that mentioned combined spiritual roots and said seriously, "It only says that dual cultivation can transform a pure spiritual root into a combined spiritual root, but it doesn't tell us what dual cultivation is."

"Why weren't we told? The objective was clearly stated: just do... that's all."

"Yes, indeed, the goal prompt helped us translate dual cultivation. However, the same problem has arisen again—nothing is helping us translate the goal prompt."

"...What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I want to say that our definition of 'making love' is probably somewhat different from the definition in the seclusion room. Tsk, maybe it's because we've applied modern thinking and simply understood 'making love' as sexual intercourse between men and women, but that's not actually the case."

"No? Then what is it? Ah..." As I finished speaking, Zeng Yixi, who no longer wanted to think about this matter, understood what I meant.

What is "making love"? In modern times, the recent past, and even in ancient times since the dawn of civilization, both men and women have derived pleasure from sexual intercourse and reproduction; this is "making love." Humans are one of the very few species that can obtain dopamine from reproduction, so much so that when people mention sexual behavior, the first thing that comes to mind is not reproduction, but the pleasure derived from it.

But in reality, the reproduction of living things is never a happy thing. Praying mantises, for the sake of reproduction, will have the female eat the male after he fertilizes her to obtain enough energy to reproduce; in the deep sea, lanternfish, for the sake of reproduction, the male attaches himself to the female, degenerating all his organs and transforming himself into a large sperm to achieve the purpose of fertilization; even the various common land creatures familiar to modern people mostly reproduce with expressionless faces or even painful and ferocious expressions. In documentaries about animal reproduction, the cries of the female are not the soft moans of human women, but rather the screams of uterus being impacted.

This is the reproduction of life, and the most important purpose of sexual behavior. The fact that modern humans have become the dominant species on land, multiplying into eight billion individuals, can largely be attributed to reproduction. When reproduction becomes a form of entertainment, the continuation of the species becomes a natural consequence.

"And what we just did was clearly not for reproduction, but..." I didn't continue, to spare Zeng Yixi's feelings.

"..."

Another ten minutes or so of silence followed.

"Do you think it's possible for us to get pregnant in this world?" Zeng Yixi suddenly asked.

"..." After a long silence, I finally spoke, "We are no longer human. As the saying goes, immortals and mortals are on different paths. Mortals and cultivators are beings from different worlds. In my opinion, according to the settings of fantasy novels, mortals are merely a species of the same origin capable of communication compared to cultivators. My purpose in saying this is not to deny myself as an ordinary modern human, but to tell you something—the purpose of our dual cultivation is to harmonize our spiritual roots, transforming pure spiritual roots into combined spiritual roots. Logically speaking, dual cultivation shouldn't result in pregnancy... right?"

So you're not sure either.

"Of course I can't be sure..."

"Okay, then I'll ask you one more question. Answer it within three seconds."

"Go ahead and ask."

"If there's even a one in ten thousand chance I'm pregnant, will you take responsibility?"

"..."

"Now! Immediately! Speak right now!" Suddenly, Zeng Yixi pinned me against the wall, pressing my right hand down with her left, her powerful strength as strong as ever.

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