Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

At the same time, his large hand unceremoniously slipped inside her clothes, kneading her two snow-white breasts forcefully through the thin bodice.

Below him, Zhong Ling's tender tongue served him, while above him, the warm and soft body of the cold and beautiful woman in his arms provided a royal experience that instantly ignited Lin Xuan's desire to conquer.

"Mmm...no...don't..."

Mu Wanqing resisted weakly, but as Lin Xuan's fingers skillfully pried open her bodice and pinched her sensitive nipple, twisting and pulling it forcefully, her resistance instantly turned into a soft moan.

"Ah... Xuanlang... be gentle..."

A thrill I'd never felt before coursed through my body. Was this the magic of the wild? Even though I was incredibly ashamed, my body was terrifyingly honest.

Lin Xuan didn't seem satisfied with that. His hand slid down her flat stomach and effortlessly slipped into the layers of her skirt.

As her fingertips traced the smooth, silky skin of her inner thigh, Mu Wanqing felt a shiver run through her.

"Hmph...no..."

When Lin Xuan's fingers touched the entrance to that secluded Peach Blossom Cave, he could clearly feel the dampness there.

"Wanqing, your body is much more honest than your mouth." Lin Xuan chuckled mischievously in her ear, dipping his finger in the glistening honey and holding it up to her eyes. "Look, it's only been a short time since I looked at it, and it's already overflowing? It seems our aloof and cool wooden heroine is actually a wanton little vixen at heart."

"You're not allowed to say it...you're not allowed to say it!" Mu Wanqing was so ashamed that tears were about to come out. She punched Lin Xuan's chest hard and buried her head in his chest, feeling utterly humiliated.

"Alright, since there's already so much water, let's not waste this beautiful moment."

Lin Xuan gently patted Zhong Ling's head, who was still struggling to swallow, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ling'er, stop for a moment and let your sister Mu have a taste first."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ling obediently spat out the enormous, now purplish-red and menacing dragon, a trace of glistening saliva still clinging to the corner of her mouth, looking both desire and innocence. She stood up, panting, without a trace of jealousy. Instead, she ran behind Lin Xuan, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her face against his broad back, as if to give him strength.

Without further hesitation, Lin Xuan turned Mu Wanqing around, making her face away from him, and had her hands rest on a boulder in front of her.

"Hold on tight."

Just three words, yet they carry an overwhelming sense of dominance.

Mu Wanqing was already in a daze, her legs were weak, and she could only do as she was told to support herself on the cold rocks with her hands.

The cold, hard touch brought her to her senses slightly. Looking down at the brightly lit city below, a strong sense of immorality and the illusion of being spied on arose within her.

"Someone will see us here... Xuanlang... this really won't do..."

"At such a high place, only heaven, earth, and the three of us know."

Lin Xuan ignored her pleas, grabbed the sides of her dark black dress with both hands, and lifted it up to her waist.

Instantly, her round, perky, and jade-white buttocks were exposed to the air without reservation.

The black dress and snow-white skin created a striking visual contrast, making her breathtakingly beautiful under the cool moonlight.

Lin Xuan didn't rush in, but instead reached out and slapped the two round, soft fleshy mounds hard.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound echoed on the mountaintop.

"Ah!" Mu Wanqing exclaimed, her buttocks rippled with a captivating wave of flesh, and a bright red handprint instantly appeared on her originally fair skin.

The burning pain was mixed with an indescribable shameful pleasure, causing her to tremble and her legs to involuntarily come together.

"Relax, spread your legs." Lin Xuan squeezed between her legs, his hot, hard penis pressing against her already wet and muddy entrance.

Sensing the approach of that enormous creature, Mu Wanqing instinctively tried to escape, but Lin Xuan held her slender waist tightly.

"I'm going in."

A furious, torrential sprint erupted in an instant!

Lin Xuan gripped Mu Wanqing's full, pert buttocks tightly with both hands like vises, his waist thrashing wildly like a pile driver. Each thrust was powerful and heavy, each withdrawal leaving only a sharp edge before ramming deep into her again.

Two young, fiery bodies collided violently atop the Cangshan Mountain, producing a series of blush-inducing sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. These sounds were exceptionally clear and loud in the silent night, intertwining with Mu Wanqing's increasingly high-pitched and uncontrollable moans, creating a primal and wild symphony.

Finally, with a powerful, penetrating blow, Mu Wanqing could no longer suppress herself. She released her hand covering her mouth, tilted her head back, and let out a high-pitched, soaring cry!

Mu Wanqing was completely exhausted and slid down softly. If Lin Xuan hadn't caught her in time, she probably would have collapsed to the ground.

"Phew... Is that all you can do?" Lin Xuan held Mu Wanqing, who was limp and covered in sweat, and looked at her beautiful face, which was still flushed and had a dazed look in her eyes. He kissed her forehead affectionately and then teased her, "Wanqing, you still need to work on your body."

Mu Wanqing didn't even have the strength to move a finger at this moment, so she could only roll her eyes at him in annoyance, but she still looked incredibly charming.

However, the evil fire within Lin Xuan's body was not fully released. His enormous member remained erect and throbbing, covered in Mu Wanqing's bodily fluids, appearing particularly ferocious and glistening under the moonlight.

He turned around and his gaze fell on Zhong Ling, who had been obediently acting as a "backrest" behind him.

The little girl witnessed the entire fierce battle. Far from being afraid, she blushed and her eyes welled up with tears. Her long, straight, and tender legs had already unconsciously rubbed together.

"Brother Xuan...is it...is it Ling'er's turn now?"

Zhong Ling bit her lower lip, her voice so soft and sweet it seemed to drip water, both shy and filled with an undisguised longing.

"Of course, my little Ling'er must be getting impatient, right?"

Lin Xuan smiled wickedly, released Mu Wanqing from his arms, and let her sit down on a nearby rock to rest.

Then he grabbed Zhong Ling and, without any foreplay, roughly pressed her down onto the boulder that still held Mu Wanqing's body heat and love fluid.

"what!"

Zhong Ling gasped, feeling the rock behind her was cold and hard, but the man in front of her was so hot.

Lin Xuan unceremoniously lifted her pink pleated skirt, revealing two fair and plump legs, and a pair of pure white panties in the middle.

"His-"

A sharp, tearing sound.

Lin Xuan didn't even bother to untie the belt. With a wave of his hand, he tore the underpants into pieces, revealing the already muddy, tender, and alluring flower bud.

"This water is flowing even more than your sister Mu," Lin Xuan teased, then lifted Zhong Ling's round little bottom with both hands, and without any hesitation, aimed at the wet entrance and thrust his waist!

"puff!"

Go all the way in!

"Ugh! Brother Xuan...it's so full...so swollen...ah..."

Although Zhong Ling was much smaller than Mu Wanqing, her body was incredibly supple and elastic. Her narrow, tight passage, though instantly filled, felt like countless highly absorbent mouths, tightly gripping every inch of Lin Xuan. The extreme pressure and envelopment were almost unbearable.

Compared to Mu Wanqing's forbearance and shame, Zhong Ling is more open and passionate.

Lin Xuan was completely ignited by this passion, and his movements became increasingly expansive and forceful. Each impact produced a crisp "snap, snap, snap" sound, echoing across the open mountaintop.

He roamed freely over Zhong Ling's delicate body, attacking her from the front, then flipping her over to enter from behind, and then carrying her while walking and thrusting, effortlessly performing all sorts of difficult positions.

Zhong Ling was like a lump of dough that could be kneaded at will. No matter how Lin Xuan manipulated her, she cooperated wholeheartedly, her soft moans rising and falling like those of a lark singing joyfully.

Watching this thrilling scene unfold, and hearing the incessant sounds of flesh colliding and her sister's unrestrained cries, Mu Wanqing's heart, which had just calmed down, raced again, and the tide that had just receded within her began to surge once more.

The scene was both absurd and incredibly exciting.

But that night, the mountain and the city became the backdrop for this feast of primal desires.

After an unknown amount of time, with a low roar, Lin Xuan pressed Zhong Ling tightly into his arms. The dragon that had been conquering the two women's bodies for so long finally erupted with its most intense essence, and scalding hot currents poured into the depths of Zhong Ling's delicate flower palace one after another.

"Ah—Brother Xuan… he gave it to Ling'er… it's all for Ling'er…"

Zhong Ling let out a satisfied and long sigh, then collapsed into Lin Xuan's arms like a limp rag, still twitching slightly, a blissful smile on her face.

As night deepened, the dew grew slightly cool.

With one beautiful woman in each arm, Lin Xuan looked at the two stunning women in his arms, who had been completely conquered by him and were now as docile as kittens. A surge of heroic pride welled up in his heart.

That night in Cangshan was destined to be unforgettable.

"Let's go, we should head back too."

Lin Xuan straightened their disheveled clothes, kissed each of the two women on the forehead, and then, filled with boundless satisfaction and pleasure, embraced them and disappeared into the vast night.

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Chapter 228: Farewell Night, Firefighting Sky

The Prince of Zhennan's Mansion in Dali.

To bid farewell to Lin Xuan, Prince Duan Zhengchun of Zhennan specially hosted a grand family banquet.

During the meal, delicacies were served in a continuous stream, and the aromas of various fine wines intertwined, making one feel intoxicated even before taking a sip.

"Young Master Lin! This cup is for you!" Duan Zhengchun, his face flushed, raised his white jade wine cup and spoke earnestly, "If it weren't for your righteous intervention, repelling Duan Yanqing's men, and turning the tide at Tianlong Temple, my Dali Duan family would probably have been wiped out long ago. I will never forget this kindness!"

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, raised his cup in return, and said with great elegance, "Your Highness is too kind. Since I have a connection with Dali, I should do my best. Besides, Dali is a place of beautiful scenery and outstanding people, which I also love very much."

"Hahaha! Well said! Come often if you like!" Duan Zhengchun laughed heartily and downed his drink in one gulp.

Looking at the dashing and confidant Prince Zhennan before him, Lin Xuan's smile carried an unspeakable depth.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Lin Xuan, using the excuse that he was too drunk to drink and needed to sober up, left the banquet hall with the help of a maid after Duan Zhengchun's repeated instructions.

However, once he turned the corner and escaped everyone's gaze, Lin Xuan's previously somewhat dazed eyes instantly cleared. He waved away the maids, and with a flash, disappeared into the night like a ghost.

His goal was clear—the residence of Dao Baifeng in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion.

The candlelight flickered in Dao Baifeng's residence.

Dao Baifeng was dressed in a simple, loose white Taoist robe, holding a scroll of scriptures in his hand. He seemed to be reading it attentively, but in reality, his mind was in turmoil.

Her gaze kept drifting towards the closed door, and in the flickering candlelight, her face, which should have been dignified and pure, faintly revealed a hint of expectant and anxious spring.

Ever since Lin Xuan coaxed and tricked her into taking her body in front of the dazed Duan Yu, this usually aloof and icy princess seemed to have had some forbidden switch flipped.

That was a kind of madness and ecstasy she had never experienced in the first half of her life.

"Squeak-"

With a soft sound, the window was pushed open, and a night breeze swept in, bringing with it a figure that haunted her dreams.

"Who?!" Although Dao Baifeng was pleasantly surprised, she still subconsciously pretended to be startled, but she couldn't hide the seductive charm in her voice.

"Phoenix, besides me, who else would dare to break into your place at night?"

Lin Xuan chuckled, closed the window behind him, and walked to her in a few steps.

Looking at the mature woman in front of him, who was a bit older than him, Lin Xuan's desire to conquer was instantly ignited.

Dao Baifeng possesses a unique charm, an air of nobility cultivated from years of high office, intertwined with the asceticism brought about by the Taoist temple's serene cultivation, creating a contrasting beauty that makes one want to tear it apart and defile it.

"You rascal...you still know to come?" Dao Baifeng put down her scripture, glared at him reproachfully, but her body involuntarily went limp. "I thought you were bewitched by those vixens in the front hall and had forgotten about this old and faded Taoist nun."

"Old and faded?" Lin Xuan reached out and lifted her smooth, rounded chin, his gaze roaming over her body without restraint. "I think you're still charming and mature."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xuan did not offer any gentle comfort. Instead, he drew a long, thin leather whip that he had prepared beforehand from his waist.

The whip is soft yet tough. Although it hurts when it strikes a person, it provides a burning sensation and is unlikely to cause serious injury.

Upon seeing the leather whip, Dao Baifeng's body trembled violently. A hint of fear flashed in her eyes, but even more so, an unspeakable excitement and desire. Her legs even unconsciously tightened, and her breathing became rapid.

"Kneel down."

Lin Xuan's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

If it were the old Dao Baifeng, hearing such an order would have enraged him, and he would have drawn his sword.

But now, in front of this man who is much younger than her, she feels a strange sense of security and belonging.

That feeling of being controlled and dominated freed her from her monotonous life.

Without any hesitation, the Princess Zhennan of Dali Kingdom, Duan Yu's birth mother, knelt obediently at Lin Xuan's feet, dressed in a Taoist robe that symbolized spiritual cultivation, like a pet waiting for its master's affection.

"Take off your clothes, leaving only your Taoist hat," Lin Xuan commanded from his superior position.

With trembling hands, Dao Baifeng untied the belt of her Daoist robe. As the robe slipped down, a well-maintained, full-figured, fair-skinned mature body was revealed to the air.

Although she was over thirty, her skin remained firm and delicate, especially her large breasts, which appeared even more substantial and exuded maternal radiance and sensual allure.

At this moment, this holy body was only wearing a Taoist crown, and the strong visual impact was simply exhilarating.

"Snapped!"

A crisp crack of a whip broke the silence.

"Ah!" Dao Baifeng exclaimed in surprise, a red mark instantly appearing on her snow-white back.

"Does it hurt?" Lin Xuan asked coldly.