Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"Bah."

A soft sound rang out, unusually clear in the silent, secluded room.

As the buttons were undone, the luxurious, tight-fitting short jacket slowly loosened.

She moved extremely slowly, and with each button she unbuttoned, the blush on her face deepened, as if she were being subjected to some kind of torture.

Her short jacket slipped down, revealing a snow-white silk undergarment underneath. Then came her deep purple brocade dress, which, as the belt was loosened, cascaded to the ground like a purple cloud, piling up at her feet.

At this moment, Dao Baifeng was only wearing a set of close-fitting undergarments.

The undergarment was made of the finest silk, extremely thin and sheer, embroidered with a few delicate plum blossoms, tightly wrapping her full and proud body.

Through the thin fabric, one could even vaguely see the two bright red protrusions inside, as well as the deep cleavage that made one's blood boil.

"Continue." Lin Xuan's voice remained calm, as if he were simply instructing a patient to take their medicine.

Dao Baifeng closed her eyes tightly, and a single, glistening tear even welled up from the corner of her eye.

With trembling hands, she reached behind her back and untied the ribbons of her undergarment.

As the last layer of covering slipped away, a captivating, mature body was revealed without reservation to Lin Xuan, and also to the dimly lit secret room.

"what……"

The moment she was completely naked, Dao Baifeng instinctively let out a low moan of shame. Her arms instinctively wanted to cross her chest to cover herself, but remembering Lin Xuan's earlier words of "absolute trust and obedience," she could only forcefully suppress this instinct. Her arms hung at her sides, and she stood there stiffly like a white jade statue about to be sacrificed.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look in Lin Xuan's direction, and even less wanting to see the look in Lin Xuan's eyes when he saw her naked body.

Even the thought of a man's gaze brazenly roaming over every inch of her skin filled her with such shame that she wanted to disappear into the ground.

However, Lin Xuan did not look away.

He was openly admiring the beautiful body of the Princess of Zhennan before him.

It must be said that Dao Baifeng has maintained her figure extremely well, even more so than some young girls in their late teens.

Her skin was as white as snow, yet it had a healthy rosy glow and radiated a warm luster.

Because of her years of Taoist practice and martial arts training, her skin is firm and elastic, without any excess fat.

The most eye-catching feature is her pair of large, full breasts.

They were not like the tender, budding lotus leaves of a young girl, but rather like ripe peaches, heavy and white, hanging on her chest, round and proud, with two delicate pink nipples like red plum blossoms blooming proudly in the snow, trembling slightly with her rapid breathing, creating waves of dazzling cleavage.

Further down, there's a flat, firm abdomen with a cute, round belly button.

Her slender waist and broad, full hips formed a breathtaking curve, a curve radiating maternal glow and ultimate allure.

Her legs were long and straight, pressed tightly together, with rounded, fleshy thighs. The mysterious paradise between them, though not clearly visible, only fueled the imagination.

"This woman... her figure is truly superb, exuding the charm of a mature woman." Lin Xuan secretly admired her, but on his face he still maintained the serious expression that commanded Dao Baifeng's awe.

"Please stand still, Your Highness, adjust your breathing, and relax your body."

As Lin Xuan spoke, he walked to a table to the side, where writing materials had already been prepared.

Dao Baifeng obediently stood still, her body still trembling slightly, but she dared not move at all.

She sensed Lin Xuan's footsteps approaching, and her heart pounded wildly.

Lin Xuan picked up an extremely fine wolf-hair brush and dipped it fully in specially made thick ink.

This ink contains special spices, giving it a delicate flavor and a cool feel.

"Your Highness, I am now going to draw the Dao patterns of the 'Suppressing Evil and Gathering Spirit Array' on your body. These Dao patterns are in accordance with the principles of the I Ching and the Eight Trigrams, which can gather and clear the evil energy that has accumulated in your body for many years, and guide external spiritual energy into your body. This is the most important prerequisite for casting the spell."

Lin Xuan walked behind her, his deep voice ringing in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive little ear, "During this process, you may experience some unusual sensations, but I need to use my brushstrokes to sense your energy flow, so there may be some offenses. Please do not resist, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain."

Dao Baifeng's mind went blank at this moment, and he could only nod mechanically: "Everything... shall be done as Young Master wishes."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a chill on her back.

The cold, damp pen tip, soaked in ink, gently landed on her smooth back.

The sudden chill sent a shiver down her spine, making the hairs on her back stand on end, and causing a layer of fine goosebumps to instantly appear on her originally fair skin.

Lin Xuan's brushstrokes were extremely steady, flowing like dragons and snakes.

The soft, elastic tip of the wolf-hair brush glided gently across her skin.

The coolness of the ink and the slight itch of the pen tip intertwined, flowing down her spine, along the path of the Du meridian.

The black ink marks meandered across the snow-white back, like a black dragon coiled on Jade Mountain. This strong black and white visual impact carried a kind of eerie beauty.

Lin Xuan painted with extreme detail, sometimes using light strokes and sometimes heavy outlines. Every time the tip of the brush touched the sensitive area of ​​her vest, Dao Baifeng would tremble slightly uncontrollably.

"Don't move." Lin Xuan said softly, placing a large hand on her rounded left shoulder without any politeness. The burning heat of his palm contrasted sharply with the icy touch of his other hand.

“Yes…” Dao Baifeng bit her lip, forcing herself to stand still like a wooden statue.

After finishing drawing the Dao patterns on her back, Lin Xuan walked around to her front.

When he faced those two towering snow-capped peaks again, even with his strong willpower, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. Up close, the milky-white skin was delicate and smooth, and the two red nipples were even more alluring, exuding an enticing milky fragrance.

"Next are the Ren meridian and the heart meridian, which are of utmost importance."

As Lin Xuan spoke, the calligraphy brush in his hand was already extended.

This time, the pen tip landed directly on the upper edge of the plump mound of snow on her left side.

That cool, tingling sensation instantly spread throughout her body via her nerve endings. Dao Baifeng blushed deeply, her legs went weak, and she almost lost her balance.

As Lin Xuan turned his wrist, the brush slid down along the perfect hemispherical curve. Ink flowed, leaving black streaks on her pristine snow-white face.

Just as the pen tip was about to glide across the cherry, the soft flesh trembled violently with shyness and nervousness, creating a dizzying wave of breast movement that caused the pen tip to deviate slightly.

"Tsk."

Lin Xuan frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied, "Your Highness, your breasts are too full, they keep jiggling, I can't write accurately."

As he spoke, he reached out his left hand and grabbed her large left side snowball!

"Ah!" Dao Baifeng let out a short exclamation, her eyes snapping open as she stared at Lin Xuan in horror.

The touch of that large hand was so clear and domineering.

He spread his fingers, completely controlling her private parts that only he had ever touched before. He squeezed them slightly, and the soft flesh immediately overflowed from between his fingers, its texture incredibly soft and delicate.

"Don't move! I'm shaping it!" Lin Xuan shouted righteously, as if he were holding a piece of wood or a stone, not a woman's private parts.

His shout silenced all of Dao Baifeng's shame and resistance.

She could only watch helplessly as the man wantonly kneaded and held her breasts in place with one hand, while using the other hand to write and draw on them with a calligraphy brush.

Although Lin Xuan's movements appeared to be drawing talismans, his fingers were intentionally or unintentionally brushing and lifting the sensitive cherry.

"Um……"

This intense stimulation caused a strange reaction in Dao Baifeng's body. A tingling sensation spread from his chest, and the two red plum blossoms between his fingers and palms became more erect and firmer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She hadn't had such intimate contact with a man in a very, very long time. Since giving birth to Duan Yu, she had been calm and focused on self-cultivation.

But now, under Lin Xuan's "spell," this mature body seems to have been awakened like a dormant volcano, and an indescribable desire is growing in its heart.

Lin Xuan painted very slowly and carefully. He covered almost her entire upper body with those strange patterns that supposedly "correspond to the I Ching".

The ink flowed down her cleavage, gathered on her flat stomach, and finally drew a complex Bagua pattern around her navel.

After finishing drawing the chest and lower abdomen, Lin Xuan stopped drawing and looked down.

"Now, it's time for the underdogs."

He squatted down, his gaze level with Dao Baifeng's pert and full buttocks.

Dao Baifeng was filled with shame and indignation. She could feel the man's breath spraying onto the base of her thighs.

Lin Xuan took the pen and drew a few strokes on her side hip, then stopped, frowning and saying, "Your Highness, this won't do. I'm squatting down to draw, which makes it difficult to maintain a smooth flow of energy. Besides, your muscles are tense when you're standing, which is really inconvenient."

He stood up, pointed to a cushioned couch next to him, and said casually, "Why don't you lie down on that? Not only should you lie down, but you should also lower your waist and stick your buttocks up. That way your body will be most relaxed, and I can start writing."

"what?!"

Dao Baifeng looked at him in disbelief.

Lying down... and sticking your butt out? Doesn't that make you look like a little dog?

This is an absolute disgrace!

As the high-ranking Princess of Dali, how could she have ever suffered such humiliation?

She instinctively wanted to refuse, but Lin Xuan's calm eyes seemed to say, "All of this is to save your son. If you refuse, all our efforts will be in vain."

She gritted her teeth, tears welling up in her eyes.

"For Yu'er...for Yu'er..." She repeated these words to herself over and over again, as if they were her only lifeline.

In the end, Dao Baifeng gave in.

She walked heavily to the bed and slowly climbed up. Then, as Lin Xuan had instructed, she knelt on the cushion, lay down on her stomach, buried her face in her arms, and dared not show herself to anyone.

With her movements, her already full, round, snow-white buttocks rose high.

That was an extremely humiliating posture. It was like a puppy in heat, displaying its most private parts to its owner without reservation.

From Lin Xuan's perspective, the scene was so stimulating it made him want to commit a crime.

The two large, full moon-shaped lobes were dazzlingly white, slightly separated by the position, revealing the deep cleft between them, with the pink valley and anus shyly waiting to bloom in the shadows.

Dao Baifeng felt utterly humiliated.

She buried her face in her arms, repeatedly reassuring herself: This is just a spell. Young Master Lin is a master; he doesn't distinguish between men and women. I just need to endure it; it will pass soon...

Lin Xuan looked at Dao Baifeng, who was behaving like a shameless puppy, and a playful, wicked smile appeared on his lips.

This once aloof and high-ranking princess of Dali is now nothing more than a plaything in his own writing.

However, Dao Baifeng couldn't see his expression.

He took a pen, dipped it in ink, and began to paint on her two high-arched succulent lobes.

The cool pen tip slid across her sensitive buttocks, bringing waves of strange stimulation.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound broke the silence.

Lin Xuan actually used his free hand to slap that bouncy left buttock hard!

A red five-finger mark instantly appeared on her fair skin, and her buttocks trembled violently several times like waves.

"Ah!" Dao Baifeng trembled and exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master Lin, you..."

"Don't move!" Lin Xuan scolded seriously. "Your butt wiggled just now and almost ruined this talisman. Your Highness, don't wiggle your butt. If it's drawn crookedly, the energy will flow backward and hurt your body!"

"I..." Dao Baifeng felt extremely wronged. It was clearly him who hit her that made her move, so how did it become her fault?

But the shame she felt made it impossible for her to refute it, and an indescribable feeling welled up inside her.

I was lying there like that, getting spanked and scolded...

"Yes...I understand." Her voice was barely audible, and she felt so ashamed that she felt utterly worthless.

Over the next few hours, Lin Xuan would paint while occasionally "correcting" her posture, either patting her a few times or kneading her soft flesh with his palm, claiming it was to "promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and help the ink penetrate the body."

Dao Baifeng gritted her teeth and endured the torment of shame and strange pleasure.

Finally, the runes on his buttocks were complete. Black ink stains covered those two snow-white mounds, making him look extremely licentious.

"Alright, the last one."

Lin Xuan walked to the side of the bed, looked at her thighs which were pressed together, and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, spread your thighs apart. This last set of Dao patterns needs to be drawn on the inside of your thighs."

Dao Baifeng suddenly raised her head, her face flushed: "This...that place...that place is too close to the private parts...Young Master Lin, could you please paint somewhere else?"

If you make her spread her legs in this position, wouldn't that mean completely exposing her private parts to him, leaving her utterly exposed? And then he'd have to draw there?

Lin Xuan's face darkened, and he said seriously, "No! This is a place where Yin energy gathers, and also where the body's evil influence is strongest. If we don't paint it, all our previous efforts will be in vain! Your Highness, do you want Young Master Duan to continue suffering?"

"no, do not want……"

"Then open up!" Lin Xuan's voice was like a command.

Dao Baifeng closed her eyes in despair.

She slowly, little by little, spread her knees apart to the sides.

As her legs spread apart, the hidden, secluded flower valley was finally exposed to the air and to Lin Xuan's burning gaze.