Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"Mmm..." Mu Wanqing couldn't help but groan, her hands gripping Lin Xuan's back tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

Lin Xuan was extremely patient at this moment and did not rush to take the final step.

He knew this was a wild rose with thorns, one that needed to be picked carefully and savored slowly.

His lips traveled downwards, kissing her collarbone, lingering between her two snowy mounds.

His tongue gently teased the sensitive red plum, causing Mu Wanqing's body to spasm in waves, and broken moans escaped her lips.

"Lin Xuan... feels unwell... feels so strange..." Mu Wanqing didn't know what was wrong with her.

Under the influence of the Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique, she felt a sense of emptiness spreading within her body, a feeling that was both itchy and thirsty, an urgent need for something to fill it.

"Where does it hurt? Tell me." Lin Xuan looked up and asked mischievously.

But his hand had already quietly slid down, probing into that mysterious valley.

The area was already muddy, warm, and humid.

When Lin Xuan's fingers touched that most private and sensitive valley, Mu Wanqing's whole body suddenly stiffened.

She let out a sharp, seductive cry: "Ah! No... don't touch there..."

"Don't be afraid, Wanqing, you'll feel very comfortable," Lin Xuan coaxed gently.

His fingers, however, firmly parted the petals, gently swirling and massaging them in the flowing nectar.

A wave of pleasure washed over her, and Mu Wanqing felt her mind go completely blank.

All reason was thrown to the back of my mind.

She never imagined that her body could produce such a shameful yet intense pleasure.

"Lin Xuan...I want...give it to me..." She didn't know what she was asking for.

She simply twisted her waist instinctively, responding to Lin Xuan's fingers.

Seeing that the time was right, Lin Xuan slowly withdrew his fingers.

He squeezed his body between her legs, pressing his already erect and roaring heat against her wet and tight entrance.

Sensing the presence of that enormous creature, Mu Wanqing instinctively felt a sense of fear.

She instinctively tried to close her legs, but Lin Xuan's powerful knees pushed them apart.

"Wanqing, look at me." Lin Xuan cupped her face, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him. "Who am I?"

Mu Wanqing, her eyes glazed, looked up at the masculine man above her, who seemed to control everything about her, and murmured, "You are... Lin Xuan..."

"Who are you?"

"He was... the first man to see my face... my... husband..." She spoke so softly that her voice was almost inaudible when she said the last two words, but Lin Xuan heard them clearly.

"good."

Lin Xuan smiled with satisfaction and lowered his waist.

"Pfft."

That was the sound of a hard object piercing through an obstacle.

"Ouch!! It hurts!!!"

With a heart-wrenching scream, the barrier representing a young girl's chastity was ruthlessly broken through.

The intense tearing sensation instantly brought Mu Wanqing to her senses, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She bit down hard on Lin Xuan's shoulder, using all her strength.

"It hurts... Get out... Get out... I'm not coming..." she cried out.

She pushed against Lin Xuan's chest with both hands; the pain was unbearable for her, who was experiencing this for the first time.

Lin Xuan didn't move, just let her bite him.

At the same time, he stopped moving, allowing her to adjust to the massive intrusion.

The narrow, tight passage enveloped him tightly.

The intoxicating sensation almost made Lin Xuan lose control and ejaculate immediately.

But he knew he had to be patient now, or he would turn this woman's first time into a nightmare.

"Shh...be good, Wanqing, just bear with it, it'll be over soon." Lin Xuan kept kissing her eyebrows, nose, and lips, gently soothing her emotions.

His large hands roamed over her body, rekindling the flames of desire that had just been extinguished in her.

Gradually, as the pain subsided slightly, the feeling of being filled and satisfied began to take over.

The thing inside her was terrifyingly huge, but it was also like a branding iron, burning her until her whole body went limp.

"Does it...do it still hurt?" Lin Xuan asked tentatively, moving slightly.

Mu Wanqing took a breath, shook her head, and tears still clung to the corners of her eyes.

Her tearful appearance was even more endearing: "No... it won't hurt if I don't move..."

Lin Xuan chuckled softly, kissed her lips, and began to move his waist slowly.

At first, it was just shallow thrusting, each entry and exit carried with utmost gentleness and care.

The pleasure from the friction gradually replaced the pain, and that tingling sensation shot up my spine and straight to my head.

Mu Wanqing's brows gradually relaxed.

The teeth that had been gripping Lin Xuan's shoulder loosened, replaced by soft groans.

"Mmm...ah...this feeling..."

As Lin Xuan increased the range of motion and the speed of his movements, waves of pleasure washed over him, growing stronger and more intense.

"Crack...crack...crack..."

The sounds of flesh colliding were exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

"Wanqing, is it comfortable?" Lin Xuan asked, panting, as he thrust into her forcefully.

"So...comfortable...Lin Xuan...you're so amazing..." Mu Wanqing had long forgotten what shame was.

She felt like a small boat adrift in a stormy sea, clinging desperately to Lin Xuan, her only lifeline.

Each deep impact felt like it was crashing into the very depths of her soul.

This made her tilt her head back and let out a cry like a dying swan.

"What did you call me?" Lin Xuan suddenly stopped what she was doing, just as she was about to reach her peak.

This feeling of being stuck in the middle made Mu Wanqing so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry.

She swayed her hips, eagerly moving closer, pleading in a tearful voice, "Move...move a little...Lin Xuan..."

"Still called Lin Xuan?" Lin Xuan grinned mischievously, refusing to give her a straight answer.

At this moment, Mu Wanqing had lost all trace of the aloofness of a chivalrous woman from the martial arts world; she had been driven mad by desire.

Looking at the man above her, who was grinning wickedly and controlling her, she felt both love and hate, yet she had no choice but to submit.

She remembered the shout she had made earlier, and steeled herself.

She held his head in her arms, offering her fragrant lips, and as their lips intertwined, she cried out in a trembling, alluring voice, filled with endless longing:

"Lin Xuan... my husband... Xuan Lang... please... give it to me..."

That cry of "Xuan Lang" completely shattered Lin Xuan's last shred of reason.

He let out a low roar and began a furious, rapid sprint.

"Ah! Ah! I'm going to die... Xuanlang... I can't take it anymore..."

Mu Wanqing screamed, her long legs wrapped tightly around his waist, swinging wildly in rhythm with him.

The pleasure within my body had reached its peak, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Together!"

Lin Xuan thrust deeply, penetrating straight to the heart of the matter, reaching the most sensitive depths of her flower.

"ah!!!"

Mu Wanqing let out a high-pitched, long scream, and her body convulsed violently.

A stream of warm honey gushed out and poured onto Lin Xuan's weapon.

At the same time, Lin Xuan felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and roared as he injected all his scalding essence into the deepest part of her body.

The two embraced tightly, their breaths mingling, unable to calm down for a long time.

After a long while, the wind and rain gradually subsided.

Chapter 212: Two Beauties Play the Xiao

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the window and fell onto the bed.

An ambiguous and rich scent filled the air.

Lin Xuan woke up early, but he didn't get up. His strong arms were still tightly embracing the warm and soft woman in his arms.

Mu Wanqing, like a lazy kitten, curled up in his arms, her usually cold and aloof face now appearing exceptionally gentle and serene.

A few strands of jet-black hair fell across her snow-white shoulders, creating a striking contrast between black and white.

The quilt slipped down to her waist, revealing her delicate, porcelain-like collarbone and her half-hidden, rounded breasts, adorned with a few bright red hickeys, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, a testament to last night's madness.

Looking at her unguarded sleeping face, Lin Xuan felt a surge of love and couldn't help but lower his head and gently peck her slightly swollen red lips.

"Well……"

Mu Wanqing's long eyelashes trembled a few times, like a startled butterfly flapping its wings.

She slowly opened her hazy eyes, and the first thing she saw was Lin Xuan's magnified handsome face. The crazy memories of last night instantly flooded her mind like a tidal wave.

"ah……"

She gasped, instinctively wanting to shrink further under the covers, her cheeks instantly flushing red, the blush spreading to her ears. The burning shame made her unable to look Lin Xuan in the eye.

"Why are you hiding?" Lin Xuan chuckled, pressing the blanket down and pulling her closer, his large hand gently stroking her smooth, satin-like back. "You were screaming so loudly last night, and now you know how to be shy?"

"You...you stop talking..." Mu Wanqing was so ashamed and angry that she reached out and covered Lin Xuan's mouth, her voice soft and hoarse.

"What are you afraid of? From now on, you belong to me," Lin Xuan said gently.

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing leaned against his chest with a joyful and sweet expression, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling as if this was the safest harbor in the world.

However, after a moment of tenderness, a trace of sorrow appeared on her brow.

“But… Lin Xuan, Master…” Mu Wanqing hesitated, a struggle flashing in her eyes.

Qin Hongmian was not only her master, but also the most important person in her life. Now she was actually with her master's man. Although Lin Xuan said that her master was also his woman, she still couldn't get over this ethical dilemma.

Lin Xuan naturally saw through her thoughts, lifted her chin with his finger, and said domineeringly and confidently:

"You don't need to care about these worldly opinions. I'll handle things with Hongmian. You just need to stay by my side and trust me, okay?"

Seeing Lin Xuan's determined gaze, Mu Wanqing felt as if half of the weight had been lifted from her heart. She nodded obediently, "Yes, I believe you."

Just as the two were being intimate, the door suddenly creaked open.

"Good morning, Brother Xuan! The sun's already high in the sky!"

Accompanied by a clear, bell-like laugh, Zhong Ling, dressed in a pale yellow blouse and a pleated skirt, hopped in like a cheerful little bird.

Although she wore no makeup, this young girl in her prime was full of youthful vigor. Her round face was adorned with two shallow dimples, and her big eyes were incredibly bright and lively, exuding a mischievous and adorable charm.

As soon as Zhong Ling entered the room, her gaze fell directly on the two people on the bed.

Although Mu Wanqing was covered with a blanket, her exposed rounded shoulders and messy hair made it clear to everyone what had happened last night.

Mu Wanqing stiffened, her whole body tensing up.

She usually presented herself as a cold and aloof older sister to Zhong Ling, but now she was caught naked in a man's arms, and the shame made her want to disappear into the ground.

“Ling…Ling’er…” Mu Wanqing stammered, wanting to explain, but found herself unable to speak, her face turning as red as if it were about to bleed.

Zhong Ling, however, felt no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, she approached the bedside with a mischievous grin, her large eyes sweeping over Mu Wanqing's flushed neck.

He even reached out and poked Mu Wanqing's exposed arm, teasingly saying:

"Hehe, Sister Mu, how was last night? You seemed to be sleeping very soundly. Did Brother Xuan keep you up all night?"