Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Mu Wanqing instinctively wanted to resist and tried to back away.

"Qing'er... help me..."

"I'm really feeling terrible... okay..."

Lin Xuan's voice became even lower and hoarse, carrying a hint of pleading, a hint of pain, and endless affection.

That cry of "Qing'er" melted Mu Wanqing's heart. The Yin-Yang Complementation Technique was subtly influencing her mind; she felt the man before her desperately needed her. She wanted to make him happy.

And... he's such a proud and capable person, yet he's pleading with me so softly right now...

All of this started because of me...

That's it, that's it.

If my master can do it, why can't I?

Anyway... he's already seen and touched my whole body, so one more thing won't make a difference.

Mu Wanqing sighed inwardly, the resistance in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a resigned obedience and a shy resolve.

Lin Xuan's words seemed to have a magical power, drawing her in.

For some reason, as if bewitched, she slightly opened her rosy and alluring cherry-like mouth.

The pink tip of her tongue timidly peeked out a tiny bit.

Then, encouraged by Lin Xuan's gaze, she closed her eyes, steeled her resolve, and slowly leaned closer.

The warm, moist little mouth finally took the tip of that huge, monstrous thing into its mouth.

"hiss......"

The momentary warmth and tightness enveloped Lin Xuan, causing him to gasp and feel a tingling sensation on his scalp.

The sensation was simply indescribable!

Although Mu Wanqing was inexperienced and her movements were somewhat clumsy, and her teeth would occasionally tap together slightly, this only added a unique kind of excitement.

She swallowed with some difficulty.

That thing was so thick and big that it made her cheeks ache, and her mouth was so full that it almost reached the back of her throat.

But this did not deter her.

Her usually cool and beautiful face was now flushed, yet she unconsciously obeyed Lin Xuan's instructions obediently.

"Good boy... stick out your tongue and lick it..."

"Yes, just go around in circles up there..."

"Deeper...take it all in..."

She was like an obedient little slave, trying her best to please her master.

One moment she would lick the sensitive tip with her nimble tongue, sending waves of tingling sensation through her; the next she would lower her head and take the two heavy sacs into her mouth, gently sucking them; then she would lick every inch of the thick shaft from top to bottom, leaving glistening trails of moisture.

She would even try to take a deep breath, letting her mouth cling tightly to that hot thing, bringing an even stronger pleasure.

Lin Xuan felt his blood surging as he looked at the scene before him.

Mu Wanqing, who was usually cold and aloof, dressed in black and keeping everyone at arm's length, was now kneeling naked in front of him, trying so hard to please him with her small mouth that should only utter cold words.

This stark contrast instantly ignited Lin Xuan's wildest desire for conquest.

She was like a thorny rose blooming on a cliff, pricking anyone who touched her normally. But now, this rose had to put away all its thorns and bloom beneath him, allowing him to pick and taste her.

Lin Xuan could no longer resist. He reached out a hand, ran it through her cascading black hair, pressed it against the back of her head, and began to take control of the pleasure.

"My dear Wanqing, you're such a wonderful baby..."

He murmured his praise, his fingers running through her hair, feeling the silky texture. "I never expected you to do this so well on your first try. It's even more enchanting than your master's work."

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing felt a mixture of shame and indignation.

She wanted to argue, to say that she was not as shameless as her master, but her mouth was stuffed with that big thing, and she couldn't utter a complete syllable, only a few indistinct "woo-woo" sounds.

To Lin Xuan, the voice sounded like a coquettish plea for pleasure, which only fueled his lust.

Lin Xuan pressed down on her head with a little force and began to thrust his hips inside her warm, tight mouth.

Each thrust reached deep into her throat; each withdrawal brought forth a string of glistening saliva.

"Sizzle...tsk..."

In the quiet room, only the sounds of swallowing and spitting, which made one blush and their heart race, and the sound of water splashing could be heard.

Mu Wanqing was forced to sway her head back and forth in rhythm with him.

She had been kneeling for too long, and her knees were a little sore, but she dared not stop, nor did she want to stop.

She could feel Lin Xuan's breathing becoming heavier and heavier. The thing in her mouth seemed to have swelled to its limit, and the feeling of it about to tear her mouth apart was both painful and strangely fulfilling.

She tried to open her mouth wide, trying to accommodate his aggression, her tongue obediently wrapping around the hot shaft, clumsily but diligently licking from the base to the tip, then swallowing the overflowing pre-ejaculate.

Lin Xuan's other hand was not idle either.

His large hand moved away from her hair, slid down her smooth, jade-like back, lingered on her slender waist for a moment, and then suddenly reached forward and grabbed one of her snow-white breasts that throbbed violently with the movement.

That soft, warm flesh was impossible to fully grasp in his large palms; the delicate skin felt incredibly good to the touch.

"uh-huh!"

The sudden attack on her sensitive spot made Mu Wanqing tremble all over, and she let out a muffled groan, almost biting the thing in her mouth.

Lin Xuan wantonly kneaded that fullness, his fingers gently stroking and lifting the already erect red plum.

"Wanqing's body is truly exquisite..."

While enjoying the dual pleasure from above and below, Lin Xuan teased in a playful voice, "Your little mouth up there is sucking so tightly, and this thing is standing so high... Don't you want it too?"

Mu Wanqing felt weak all over from his caresses.

So embarrassing...

She felt that she was no longer the aloof, self-admiring woman she once was, but had become this man's possession, a plaything who only used her body to please him.

However, the heat from the Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique surged through her body, causing her once humiliated valley to overflow with desire, and she even faintly hoped that this hand could go down even a little bit to soothe that empty depths.

"That's not enough?"

Lin Xuan noticed that her movements had slowed down, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

He sat up abruptly, cupping Mu Wanqing's face tightly in his hands, forcing her to look up at him.

The moonlight shone on her face, and her beautiful face was flushed. Her eyes were misty and tearful, and a strand of silver ash clung to the corner of her mouth, making her look both tragic and moving.

“Look at me, Wanqing.”

Lin Xuan commanded, "Open your mouth wide and take it in deeper; I want it all the way in."

Looking into Lin Xuan's eyes, which seemed to be burning with flames, Mu Wanqing was completely captivated and unable to refuse.

She opened her mouth wide with difficulty, her throat instinctively resisting the intrusion of the foreign object, but she still obediently lowered her head, allowing the huge thing to penetrate her.

"Ugh... I'm going to vomit..."

A strong feeling of something foreign pressed against her throat, and the physiological nausea brought tears to her eyes, but she endured the discomfort, forced her throat to relax, and accepted it all.

The pleasure from this deep throat was devastating.

The warm, moist throat tightly enveloped the tip of the massive object, and each swallowing motion felt like giving that sensitive tip the ultimate massage.

"Hiss... That's it... Wanqing... You're going to kill me..."

Lin Xuan tilted his head back and let out a joyful growl.

He could no longer control the rhythm, and his waist began to move rapidly.

Mu Wanqing felt as if that thing was a tireless pile driver, going in and out of her mouth wildly, making her dizzy every time it hit her.

Her thoughts were completely scattered, her mind was blank, and only that primal action remained—swallowing, spitting out, sucking, and licking.

She used every skill imaginable—her tongue, the walls of her mouth, her throat, even the suction of her lips—to extract his essence.

Finally, the enormous thing throbbed violently in her mouth a few times, swelling to an unbelievable size.

Lin Xuan's breathing became rapid and erratic, and his large hands gripped her shoulders tightly.

"Qing'er... I'm coming... Get ready..."

Lin Xuan let out a low roar, his voice filled with an impending burst of madness.

Upon hearing this warning, Mu Wanqing not only did not loosen her grip, but subconsciously tightened her suck even more.

She knew he was almost there, and she felt a strange sense of accomplishment—she had finally satisfied him.

Just before the eruption, although Lin Xuan desperately wanted to ejaculate in that warm little mouth, he suddenly wanted to see an even more exciting scene.

He suddenly pulled his waist back, and with a crisp "pop" sound, the huge thing was pulled out of Mu Wanqing's swollen little mouth.

Before Mu Wanqing could react, the beautiful, aloof face, still bearing traces of tears, that was looking up at her began to tremble violently.

"puff--"

A thick, scalding white liquid shot out like a volcanic eruption.

The first jet of fluid struck her slightly parted, trembling red lips.

The second splash landed on her pert nose and beside her teary, dreamy eyes;

The third stock, the fourth stock...

A continuous stream of liquid gushed out, soaking her head and face.

The scalding temperature sent a shiver down Mu Wanqing's spine. She instinctively closed her eyes, her long eyelashes dangling with white droplets that trembled incessantly.

That face, which was originally aloof and otherworldly, was now filled with masculine energy.

A few drops of turbid fluid dripped down her chin, flowed down her slender neck, and finally merged into her deep and alluring cleavage.

Looking at the scene before him, Lin Xuan felt extremely relaxed and comfortable.

He slowly calmed his breathing, reached out, and gently stroked her head, his tone filled with post-coital satisfaction:

"Wanqing...you are so kind."

Chapter 193: Your Highness, the ceremony begins with taking off your clothes.

The sun was shining brightly in the early morning.

Lin Xuan lay lazily on a cool chair in the courtyard.

After the enchanting experience of the previous night, he felt refreshed and his internal energy flowed exceptionally smoothly. He felt no fatigue whatsoever, but rather an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he was playing with a falling petal in his hand. A faint smile played on his lips, as if he were savoring the wonderful feeling of the thorny black rose serving him beneath him last night.

Just then, a light, deer-like footstep came from the east wing.

"Brother Xuan!"

With a sweet, innocent call, a green figure rushed over like a swallow returning to its nest.

Today, Zhong Ling wore a light green silk dress, and her hair was styled into two cute double buns, bouncing as she ran, full of youthful vitality.

She ran to the lounge chair and unceremoniously lay down on Lin Xuan's chest, raising her delicate, sculpted face, pouting her cherry lips, and her big, watery eyes full of reproach: "You're such a bad guy! Why didn't you come back so late last night? I thought you'd been captured and eaten by a monster! I waited for you until so late that I fell asleep without realizing it."

Lin Xuan smiled and ruffled her soft hair, which felt wonderful, like petting a clingy kitten: "There are no monsters, but I encountered some troublesome things and it took me a while to resolve them."

Zhong Ling snuggled against him like a child begging for candy: "Hmph, excuse! If you come back this late again next time, I'll lock the door and make you sleep in the yard to feed the mosquitoes!"

As the two were joking around, the door to the side room creaked open.

Mu Wanqing, dressed in a black outfit, walked out.

She still wore that thin veil, concealing her aloof and stunningly beautiful face, revealing only a pair of eyes as cold and clear as stars.

But today, beneath those usually calm eyes, there was a faint bluish ring, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept well all night.

As soon as Mu Wanqing stepped out of the door, her gaze involuntarily fell on the cool chair in the courtyard.

When she saw Lin Xuan holding Zhong Ling with a contented expression, and his gaze happened to fall on her, her body suddenly stiffened, and her feet felt as if they were filled with lead, making it difficult to move an inch.

Eyes facing each other.

Lin Xuan's eyes held a hint of mockery, a touch of reminiscence, and even a fiercely aggressive heat.

That gaze was like a tangible hand, instantly tearing away her feigned composure and pulling her back into the nightmare of the previous night that had filled her with shame and rage.