Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Time slipped away little by little in this strange atmosphere, where one was focused on his official duties and the other stood aggrievedly waiting.

During this long wait, Guo Fu's anger was gradually replaced by a complex emotion.

She looked at his focused profile under the lamplight, at his deep, star-like eyes, at the symbols he drew that represented thousands of troops... She suddenly realized that she had never truly understood this man.

The man she knew was the spirited young man leading his troops in Xiangyang; the junior brother who bickered with her on the road and occasionally played pranks; the "Little Zhuge" who could slay generals and capture flags on the battlefield with ease and skill.

At this moment, what he presented to her was his profoundness, his rigor, and the demeanor of a great general who cared for the world and its people.

This man is like an endless mystery. Just when you think you've seen one side of him, he always manages to show another, leaving you forever unable to understand him, yet you can't help but be deeply attracted to him.

"come over."

Lin Xuan's voice rang out again.

Guo Fu snapped out of her daze and instinctively walked over.

"I'm a little tired, give me a back massage." He said, leaning forward slightly and resting his head on the table, exposing his broad back to her without any defenses.

Guo Fu's face turned red again.

Grinding ink and pouring tea were merely the tasks of servants. Yet this back massage carried an indescribable intimacy.

She hesitated and didn't make a move for a long time.

"What? My little maid, do you want to disobey your master's orders?" Lin Xuan's voice carried a hint of lazy laughter.

"Who...who is yours!" Guo Fu retorted in shame and indignation, but still stretched out her delicate little fists and gently, tentatively, landed on his back.

The pressure was weak and ineffective, almost like a tickle.

Lin Xuan chuckled softly and said, "Didn't you eat? Try harder."

Guo Fu gritted her teeth and increased the force.

When she was pounding until she was drenched in sweat and her arms were sore, Lin Xuan finally sat up straight.

The atmosphere had, without anyone noticing, completely eased. The tense standoff had long since transformed into a gentle, flowing warmth.

Lin Xuan put down his pen, turned around, and looked at her quietly with his deep eyes.

“The ink has been ground, the tea has been poured, and my back has been massaged,” he said softly. “My little maid has done a good job today.”

Guo Fu felt flustered by his gaze and instinctively tried to back away, but he grabbed her wrist.

"What...what do you want to do?" she asked in a panic, her voice trembling.

"The bet has only just begun."

A wicked smile curled at the corners of Lin Xuan's lips. With a slight tightening of his arm, Guo Fu cried out in surprise, losing her balance and falling into his broad and warm embrace.

"Let me go! You bastard!" Guo Fu struggled symbolically, her small fists pounding his chest, but they were weak and powerless.

Lin Xuan let her hit him, only holding her tighter. He lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in his enchanting voice:

"Senior sister, don't move. Let me hold you for a while."

His voice carried a hint of weariness, yet possessed an irresistible gentleness. Guo Fu's struggles truly ceased.

She leaned stiffly against his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat and smelling his pleasant masculine scent. Her pretty face was burning hot, almost as if it could bleed.

Immediately, she felt a warm, large hand begin to restlessly stroke her beautifully curved back, gently and slowly.

That hand seemed to possess some strange magic. Each of his touches was like playing a moving melody. A unique, yin-yang warmth flowed continuously from his palm, seeping through her thin clothes, into her skin, and throughout her entire body.

This is precisely the charm of the "Yin Yang Supplementing Technique." It can directly arouse people's most primal desires and dismantle their strongest mental defenses.

Guo Fu felt her body gradually becoming soft and hot, and an unprecedented, indescribable emptiness and longing rose uncontrollably from the depths of her delicate lower abdomen.

"No...don't..." she murmured weakly, as if in a dream, which sounded more like an invitation than a refusal.

Lin Xuan gently lifted her chin with his other hand, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"Senior sister," his eyes were as deep as a whirlpool, as if they wanted to suck her soul in, "look into my eyes and tell me, do you really want me to stop?"

Guo Fu stared into those eyes, her mind a jumbled mess. Reason told her she should push him away, but her body's instincts and the feelings that had long since blossomed within her were screaming at her to come closer to him, to possess him!

In the instant she hesitated, Lin Xuan's lips, domineering yet with a hint of tentative tenderness, pressed against hers.

"Well!"

Guo Fu's eyes widened suddenly.

It was a feeling she had never experienced before. His lips were warm and soft, carrying a faint scent of tea. At first, it was just a gentle caress, like savoring a rare treasure. But soon, once he was sure she wasn't fiercely resisting, that tenderness transformed into a storm of aggression.

He pried open her pearly teeth and plunged in, wantonly chasing, entangled, and plundering her innocent, sweet territory.

Guo Fu's brain exploded with a "boom," leaving it completely blank.

She forgot to resist, forgot her shyness, and could only instinctively and clumsily respond to him. Under his domineering yet skillful teasing, her body quickly went limp and melted into a pool of spring water.

When the kiss ended, their lips parted, and a glistening silver thread appeared especially enchanting in the candlelight.

Guo Fu was panting heavily, her eyes glazed over, and her cheeks flushed a captivating red. She was clinging to Lin Xuan; if he hadn't been holding her, she probably would have already slipped to the ground.

"Senior sister," Lin Xuan looked at her alluring appearance, which seemed ready to be taken at will, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice becoming hoarse and deep, "Could it be... that you don't like me?"

These words were like a key, completely unlocking the last gate in Guo Fu's heart.

Yes, don't I like him?

From the moment they first met until now, hasn't her proud heart been gradually occupied and filled by this man? Her joy, her anger, her pride, her worries—aren't they all caused by him?

"me……"

She wanted to say something more, but Lin Xuan didn't give her the chance. He picked her up and strode towards the large bed in the room, which was covered with a hibiscus-colored brocade quilt.

He gently placed her on the bed, and his tall figure immediately covered her.

"No...Lin Xuan! No...um..."

Guo Fu's last resistance was broken and powerless, and was quickly submerged in a new round of even more fervent kisses and caresses.

Chapter 46: The Spoiled Beginning

The moon hung high in the sky, its cool glow spilling like mercury across the entire city of Xiangyang.

The majestic outline of the city walls resembled a sleeping behemoth in the night, while the Han River shimmered with fragmented light under the moon, reflecting a few scattered stars on the horizon. The shadow of war had temporarily receded, and the clamor and slaughter of the daytime had now fallen into silence.

Only the watchman's clapper echoed through the quiet streets, "bang...bang bang..." carrying a sense of desolation and vigilance.

However, in a corner of a tavern in this formidable city, within a boudoir bathed in warm candlelight, the atmosphere was utterly different from the cold and austere outside. Here, a tender spring scene, powerful enough to melt steel, was unfolding.

Clothes were peeled off piece by piece.

The silks and satins that once adorned her with arrogance and haughtiness are now scattered like petals blown by the wind, piled haphazardly by the bedside, no longer able to conceal their breathtaking beauty.

Guo Fu was like a white lotus blooming under the moon, every inch of her skin as smooth and lustrous as jade, exuding a sweet fragrance unique to young girls. Her youthful body, never touched by any man, trembled slightly in the cool air and under Lin Xuan's burning gaze that seemed to devour her.

She was so ashamed she wanted to disappear, and instinctively covered her eyes with her arm, as if that would shut her out everything. But her slightly trembling body and the beautiful blush on her skin caused by nervousness honestly betrayed her inner anticipation and unease.

In Lin Xuan's eyes, there was an undisguised, fiery possessiveness. He admired and was captivated by the unparalleled beauty that bloomed before him, a beauty that was meant only for him.

He bent down and warmed her slightly cool skin with his burning chest.

His kiss, with its soothing magic, landed gently on her lips.

That kiss, like the finest spring rain, traveled downwards, lingering over her long, graceful swan neck, kissing her delicate collarbone, and then down to her smooth, rounded shoulder...

Finally, his lips lingered on those newly developed, firm, and incredibly elastic delicate snow-white peaks.

"what……"

An unprecedented, tingling, electric-like pleasure suddenly exploded from my chest and instantly spread throughout my limbs!

Guo Fu could no longer restrain herself, and a captivating moan escaped her throat. The sound was melodious and enchanting, carrying a hint of suppressed sobs, like a bewitching spell that bewitched the soul.

Lin Xuan's thin lips gently rubbed and sucked on her nipples, his delicate tongue teasing and entwining them, sometimes taking the most sensitive crimson nipple into his mouth, sucking it repeatedly with an almost greedy tenderness.

With each swallow and exhale, Guo Fu's delicate body arched violently, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the brocade quilt beneath her, kneading the soft fabric beyond recognition.

The tongue, seemingly possessing a magical suction, amplified her senses infinitely. A tingling current surged from her nipples downwards, igniting an unprecedented burning desire deep within her body, as if to completely consume her.

The effects of the Yin-Yang Supplementation Technique were brought to their fullest potential at this moment. Lin Xuan was not merely savoring her beauty, but also, through this most intimate contact, subtly channeling his energy into her meridians like a gentle stream, dismantling her last vestiges of reserve and shame.

Guo Fu's rationality crumbled somewhat under Lin Xuan's skillful and relentless offensive.

She no longer resisted, no longer felt shy.

She stretched out her arms, using all her strength, and tightly, forcefully wrapped them around his neck, awkwardly responding to his demands with her clumsy yet passionate movements. Her legs unconsciously intertwined, gently rubbing together, yearning...yearning for some deeper fulfillment.

Lin Xuan's kisses traveled downwards, past her flat, firm abdomen, and finally reached that most mysterious and private valley.

His fingertips gently probed inside, circling softly over the moist valley, feeling her gradually overflowing warmth and slipperiness.

"Um……"

Guo Fu trembled violently, letting out a broken moan. A sense of shame at being violated and an extreme desire surged within her like two raging torrents, causing her to close her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes wet with tears and trembling slightly.

"Senior sister, don't be afraid...feel it."

Lin Xuan's fingertips teased her gently yet domineeringly, sometimes lightly grinding her most sensitive clitoris, sometimes probing deeply and shallowly, causing Guo Fu's delicate body to sway helplessly on the bed like a small boat repeatedly washed by the waves, unable to help but let out long and soul-stirring sobs.

That tingling, empty, and yearning feeling surged up like the rising tide, almost completely engulfing her. She began to unconsciously twist her waist, responding to his fingertips, seeking deeper and more intense stimulation.

When Lin Xuan felt that the person beneath him was fully ready, that delicate secret place was like a flower that had been coaxed open by rain and dew, muddy and slippery, full of honey dew waiting to be picked.

Without further hesitation, he slowly, yet with unwavering determination, sent his burning, hard desire—a symbol of masculine prowess—into that mysterious and intimate paradise, a place no one had ever set foot in before.

"Ouch...it hurts!"

A tearing pain instantly snapped Guo Fu out of her daze. She frowned, tears welling in her eyes, and her body instinctively tensed as she tried to push away the "foreign object" that had invaded her body.

"Don't be afraid, senior sister, relax... it will be over soon."

Lin Xuan stopped all his movements, gently kissing her forehead and the corners of her tear-stained eyes, soothing her with the softest voice. His breath completely enveloped her, while he slowly infused her body with the gentle yang energy of the Yin-Yang Supplementation Technique, easing the awkwardness and pain of their first meeting.

Under his reassurance, Guo Fu gradually relaxed.

The initial stinging pain was gradually replaced by a more peculiar, indescribable feeling of fullness and throbbing. It was as if a scorching spring of life had been injected into her body; the unprecedented feeling of fullness made her feel a little shy, yet also accompanied by a strange sense of satisfaction.

Then, Lin Xuan began.

At first, it was as gentle as a soft breeze and a gentle rain. He slowly withdrew, then cautiously and tenderly thrust in again, each entry and exit accompanied by Guo Fu's unconscious trembling and suppressed moans. Her untouched tightness enveloped and sucked him tightly, and every friction ignited a wildfire between them.

The Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique began to circulate wildly within their bodies. Lin Xuan's pure Yang energy surged in like molten lava, while the Yin energy within Guo Fu, stimulated by her first encounter with the rain, surged forth like an erupting volcano, greedily absorbed by Lin Xuan. This was not merely physical union, but a fusion and sublimation of internal energy.

Guo Fu felt waves of tingling and burning sensations deep within her body. It wasn't just simple pleasure; it felt more like a powerful force washing over and cleansing her. Instinctively, she contracted and clung tightly to him, as if trying to completely melt him into her body.

Then came the fierce storm.

As Guo Fu gradually adapted, that private garden began to become slippery and passionate, and Lin Xuan's movements became bolder and wilder. He began to accelerate, each impact carrying the force of conquest, each penetration seemingly reaching the deepest part of her soul.

"Ah... um... Lin... Lin Xuan..."

Guo Fu's moans became intermittent, evolving from initial shyness and suppression to uncontrollable passion. Her body teetered on the edge of climax, each powerful thrust pushing her to a new peak. She felt completely possessed and thoroughly penetrated by his powerful member; that unprecedented feeling of fullness transformed into ultimate pleasure, rendering her unable to think and leaving her only to rise and fall with him.

Her legs involuntarily wrapped around his waist, her slender waist arching powerfully with his rhythm. Fine beads of sweat glistened on her fair skin, gleaming alluringly in the candlelight. Her fingernails left faint red marks on his broad back, and her long, black hair was scattered messily on the pillow, blending with the hibiscus color of the brocade quilt, adding to her decadent charm.

Lin Xuan's breathing became heavy and rapid, each deep thrust accompanied by a suppressed growl. Beads of sweat trickled from his forehead, dripping onto Guo Fu's flushed cheeks, burning hot. He felt the extreme tightness and warmth beneath him, the sensation of being completely enveloped, of being desperately held back by her, melting all his reason into this gentle haven. He greedily and tirelessly took, as if wanting to crush and devour her.

The Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique formed a perfect cycle within their bodies. Their powerful internal energies rapidly improved during the fusion, cleansing Guo Fu's primordial Yin energy while Lin Xuan's Yang energy continuously nourished her, allowing her to experience a transformative change amidst pleasure and tingling sensations, making her body light and full of vitality.

Inside the room, the boudoir was warm and inviting, and spring was in full bloom.

All that remained were the suppressed moans and gasps, growing louder and louder, weaving together a primal and moving symphony of life. The creaking of the bed under its weight and the violent swaying of the curtains became the accompaniment to this enchanting symphony.

This spoiled, willful, and arrogant young lady, on this very night, on this large bed, gave away her most precious first time. Her body went from resistance to trembling, from trembling to accommodating, from accommodating to frantically demanding, each step guided by Lin Xuan, leading her into an unprecedented abyss of desire.

When that ultimate peak arrived, Guo Fu's body convulsed violently, and all her senses reached their zenith at that moment!

A violent and intense pleasure erupted from the deepest part of her body like a volcanic eruption! Her mind went blank, and she let out a cry of extreme satisfaction, the long trailing sound echoing in the room, carrying endless joy and release.

Lin Xuan also reached his climax at almost the same moment. He let out a deep and satisfied roar, his body tensed up, and he poured all his hot life force into her deepest and most sensitive place, feeling her ultimate contraction and entanglement. It was the supreme satisfaction of a conqueror.

Guo Fu knew she was finished.

From this day forward, her body and her heart will be completely and utterly conquered by this man named Lin Xuan, and she will never be able to break free.

After the storm, the world was in ruins, yet it carried with it the tranquility of the rain.

Guo Fu's body went completely limp, like a pool of spring water stripped of its bones, leaning helplessly against his chest. Her breathing was rapid and erratic, her chest heaving violently. Her once bright and sharp almond-shaped eyes were now veiled with a layer of mist, hazy and unfocused, carrying a hint of bewilderment after being overwhelmed by extreme pleasure, as well as a deep-seated shame of being violated and the pleasure of being conquered.

"Lin Xuan..." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, hoarse from crying, yet surprisingly gentle. She didn't know if she wanted to blame or ask for something; her voice was filled with contradictions and complex attachment.

Lin Xuan lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of her eye, his tongue licking away the undried tear stains, leaving a faint salty taste.

"My little maid..." He gently stroked her damp hair, his voice low and filled with post-coital satisfaction and a hint of doting, "How did it feel?"