Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Although she always spoke coldly to herself, the occasional shyness and awkwardness that flashed in her eyes had a unique charm.

Moreover, Mu Wanqing would be his woman sooner or later.

Since we've accidentally hugged the wrong person tonight, why not... go with the flow? And have some intimate moments?

Thinking of this, the so-called "gentlemanly demeanor" in Lin Xuan's heart instantly vanished, replaced by a man's most primal desire to conquer and possess.

His hand, which had been loosely clasped, began to boldly and restlessly roam over that beautiful jade body.

His large hand first slowly moved upwards along her slender waist.

Her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand, and her skin was as delicate and smooth as the finest silk, making her irresistible to touch.

As my fingertips traced her flat, firm abdomen, I could feel the youthful vitality hidden beneath.

Then, his hand covered her full, firm breasts.

Even through a layer of undergarments, he could still clearly feel the amazing sensation.

Mu Wanqing has a great figure, not as cold and thin as her appearance, but rather a hidden and passionate fullness.

The two soft mounds deformed slightly in his palms, feeling wonderful to the touch. Lin Xuan couldn't help but increase the pressure, gently kneading them and feeling the warm, soft jade filling his palms.

"Um……"

Mu Wanqing seemed to sense something in her sleep, and let out a very faint, indistinct murmur.

Logically speaking, someone who practices martial arts should be extremely vigilant.

Normally, if someone were to be so intimate with her, Mu Wanqing would immediately wake up and draw her sword.

But at this moment, while stroking it, Lin Xuan quietly activated the "Yin Yang Repairing Technique".

This divine skill can not only heal injuries and save lives, but also has a strange effect—it can mobilize and even control the desires and vital energy of others.

The true energy emanating from Lin Xuan's palm was warm and gentle, with a strange magnetism, slowly seeping into Mu Wanqing's skin.

This true energy gently lapped against her meridians like ocean waves, causing her nerves, which should have been on alert, to feel not tense but rather an unprecedented sense of relief and relaxation.

It's like someone walking alone in the cold wind, suddenly enveloped in warm sunlight, or like floating on gentle seawater.

That tingling, warm feeling spread from her skin to her heart, making her feel lazy and comfortable like she had never felt before.

Therefore, even though her body is being wantonly violated by a man of the opposite sex, she does not subconsciously feel rejection or resistance. Instead, she instinctively wants to cater to this comfortable feeling.

Lin Xuan looked at her slightly trembling eyelashes and listened to her unconscious moans, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Since he won't wake up, let's take it a step further."

He was not satisfied with merely exploring with his hands.

He slipped his hand under her clothes and pressed it directly against her smooth, supple back. The unobstructed touch made his breathing instantly become heavier.

He tightened his grip, pulling Mu Wanqing's delicate body even closer into his arms, pressing her soft breasts tightly against his chest, feeling each other's heartbeats.

Then, he lowered his head and brought his lips to hers.

He didn't rush to kiss her lips, but instead gently sucked on her fair, jade-like neck, as if savoring the most delicious dessert.

His warm, moist tongue traced across her delicate skin, sending shivers down her spine.

In her sleep, Mu Wanqing felt an itch and a damp heat on her neck. The sensation was both unfamiliar and stimulating, making her involuntarily tilt her head back slightly, revealing her swan-like, slender neck, as if making a silent invitation.

Lin Xuan kissed his way up her neck, past her delicate chin, and finally, he accurately captured her two cherry-red and alluring lips.

Their lips touched, and the softness and sweetness of that moment almost made Lin Xuan lose control.

Without further hesitation, he captured her lips, his tongue prying open her teeth and plunging deep inside, savoring the sweetness in her mouth and tracing the delicate outline of her small, delicate tongue.

"Well……"

Mu Wanqing, who had been sleeping, suddenly opened her eyes due to the intense feeling of suffocation and the sensation of a foreign object between her lips and teeth!

All she could see was a hazy darkness, but she could clearly feel someone pressing down on her!

This person not only held him tightly in his arms, but his large hands were also roaming and caressing his body without restraint. What was even more terrifying was that his mouth was covering his own mouth, kissing him frantically!

"You lecherous thief!!"

This was Mu Wan's first thought after she regained consciousness.

An unprecedented sense of terror and shame instantly filled her mind.

How could someone with her aloof and proud nature tolerate such disrespect?

She instinctively tried to channel her inner strength, her hands reaching out to push the person off her. Even the short arrow hidden in her sleeve was ready to be fired, intending to tear this lecherous scoundrel who dared to defile her purity to pieces.

However, just as she was about to explode...

The "lecherous thief" on top of her seemed oblivious to her awakening. Instead, in that moment, his lips left hers, and he whispered in her ear with a hint of indulgence and teasing:

"Ling'er, you always sneak into my room every day. Tonight, I'll sneak into your room too."

"How was it? Was it fun? Did you like it?"

The voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a familiar warmth that brushed against her sensitive earlobe.

Lin Xuan!

Upon hearing that all-too-familiar voice, Mu Wanqing's inner strength, which she had just mustered, instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, dissipating completely.

She froze completely.

His eyes, which were originally filled with murderous intent, instantly became blank, and then turned into panicked helplessness.

How...how could it be him?!

He... he's mistaking him for that little girl Zhong Ling?!

Mu Wanqing's mind seemed to short-circuit at that moment, going completely blank.

No wonder... no wonder he entered the house so skillfully, hugged her so naturally, and called out "Ling'er"...

So, this is how that brat Zhong Ling usually... this is how she hangs out with him?

In an instant, a mix of complex emotions welled up inside me.

Shame, embarrassment, anger, and a hint of secret joy and excitement that she herself was unwilling to admit.

How to do?

Now how to do?

If I push him away now and loudly tell him, "I'm not Zhong Ling, I'm Mu Wanqing," how awkward would that be?

Will he feel ashamed that he deliberately slept in this room to wait for him?

Moreover... he has already touched her all over and kissed her; her virginity has been defiled...

Just as Mu Wanqing was in a state of confusion and indecision, Lin Xuan showed no sign of stopping.

Seeing that the person in his arms did not resist, he took it as consent and became even bolder in his actions.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you shy?"

Lin Xuan chuckled softly, continuing to whisper sweet nothings in her ear that made her blush and her heart race, while using one hand to skillfully untie the ties on her undergarment.

Her silky undergarments slipped down, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Although the room was dimly lit, Lin Xuan could still vaguely see that breathtaking arc.

Mu Wanqing felt a chill on her body, followed by a large, hot hand covering her exposed, delicate skin.

"Well!"

Her body trembled violently, and she instinctively tried to curl up.

That direct skin-to-skin contact, that electric-like touch, made her weak all over, unable to muster any strength.

She wanted to speak up and stop him, to push him away, but the true energy of the Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique continued to flow into her body.

Lin Xuan's large hand seemed to possess some kind of magic; wherever it touched, there was no disgusting feeling of being violated, but rather a series of indescribable heat and tingling sensations.

This feeling is so strange, so terrifying, and... so comfortable.

Like millions of ants crawling inside a bone, yearning for more comfort.

Her reason told her she had to resist, she had to tell the truth, but her body betrayed her honestly, gradually becoming soft and yielding under Lin Xuan's caresses, and even involuntarily wanting to respond to his movements.

Lin Xuan freely played with her snowy peaks, feeling their amazing elasticity change shape under his fingertips, sometimes gently pinching and twisting, sometimes squeezing hard, causing Mu Wanqing's breathing to become heavier and her soft panting to come.

Meanwhile, he began to undress.

He moved extremely quickly, removing his outer garment in a few moments, revealing his strong and muscular chest.

Then, his hands went down again, this time reaching directly for Mu Wanqing's last line of defense—that thin underpants.

No...don't...

Mu Wanqing finally panicked. She felt that hot, large hand slowly pulling down her panties, and that hand even intentionally or unintentionally touched her most private area, the base of her thigh.

She wanted to resist, but her voice was soft and weak, lacking any threat; instead, it sounded more like an invitation.

Lin Xuan's lips curled into a wicked smile. His hands moved without stopping, and with a gentle tug, the only covering was completely stripped away.

In an instant, two naked, burning hot bodies were pressed tightly together, without a single gap.

The moment their skin touched, Mu Wanqing felt as if her mind had exploded.

In all her life, she had never had such intimate contact with a man.

She could even clearly feel Lin Xuan's strong body, his burning body temperature, and... that hard, hot, and firm thing pressing against her lower abdomen.

The thing was so huge, so aggressive, that she could feel it pulsating with Lin Xuan's breath, radiating terrifying heat.

A wave of shame overwhelmed her.

Her face must have been so red it looked like it was about to bleed, and even in the darkness, she felt like she was on fire.

Lin Xuan didn't give her a chance to catch her breath.

He took Mu Wanqing's soft, boneless white hands and forcibly pressed them between his waist and hips.

"Ling'er, look, I've missed you too..."

He coaxed her in a low voice, guiding her cold little hands to touch the hideous weapon.

The moment Mu Wanqing's fingers touched that hot, hard, enormous thing, she felt as if she had been burned and instinctively tried to pull them back.

Good heavens... How can this thing be so big and so hot?

Are all the men described in books...that terrifying?

But Lin Xuan's large hand tightly enveloped her small hand, not allowing her to back down, forcing her to grasp that huge thing, forcing her to feel its size and heat.

At the same time, Lin Xuan's other hand was not idle either.

He had already ventured into that secluded, grassy valley.

As my fingertips traced the delicate petals, I could feel how moist and muddy they were. Clearly, under the influence of the Yin-Yang Completion Technique and this caress, the budding flower had been moved.

"Waaah..."

When her sensitive spot was touched, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but let out a shameful whimper, her body arching up like a taut bow.

That unprecedented intense pleasure shot straight up to the top of her head from that secret place, making her tremble all over. Her legs instinctively tried to squeeze together, but Lin Xuan's strong thighs pushed them apart.

Lin Xuan's fingers gently circled the moist entrance of the valley, occasionally probing a little deeper, teasing the most sensitive spot, making Mu Wanqing's breathing more rapid, and even bringing tears to her eyes.

This is hell, and it is heaven.

She felt herself slowly sinking deeper and deeper into depravity.

Seeing that the time was right, Lin Xuan noticed that although Mu Wanqing's body was trembling slightly, she did not resist violently. Instead, her tight valley was opening and closing, releasing her honeyed fluid, clearly indicating that she was ready.

He leaned close to her ear again, his voice low and husky, carrying a barely suppressed desire:

"Ling'er...I'm coming in."

After saying that, he lowered his waist slightly, and his already pent-up enormous member pressed against the entrance of the wet and tight valley. The huge member gently pushed open the two petals, ready to thrust in.

This completely shattered Mu Wanqing's last psychological defenses.

If we let him in, it will be a complete disaster with no way back!

We absolutely cannot let him mistake me for Zhong Ling and...do it with me!

Fear finally triumphed over shyness.