Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"Boom."

The massive object made a crisp sound as it was pulled out.

Huang Rong straightened up, a strand of silver hair still clinging to the corner of her mouth. She looked at Lin Xuan with a somewhat bewildered expression, her eyes innocent yet alluring.

"Is that... all done?" she asked, breathing softly.

Lin Xuan shook his head, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

His gaze fell on Huang Rong's full, rounded breasts.

Even through the clothing, the beautiful curves were still breathtaking.

Huang Rong is now at the prime of her life, and the size of her breasts is far beyond that of a young girl.

"Master, are you tired of your mouth?" Lin Xuan grinned mischievously, his hands reaching out like eagle claws to accurately grab those two soft mounds, kneading them vigorously through the silk robe a few times. "Use your big things to serve me a bit more."

Huang Rong trembled, the electric current emanating from her breasts making her weak all over. Looking at Lin Xuan's greedy eyes, she felt both ashamed and delighted.

"You..." Huang Rong muttered, "What a greedy little lecher..."

Although she complained, her hands didn't stop.

She slowly stood up and began to undress in front of Lin Xuan.

First, she untied the light purple gauze cloak and casually tossed it aside.

Next was the pale yellow silk robe. As the buttons were undone one by one, a patch of snow-white skin was gradually revealed.

When the last restraint was removed, the apricot-colored bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water slipped off...

The pair of snow-white, crystal-clear, perky, and full jade rabbits leaped out like startled little beasts, trembling and swaying with dazzling, mesmerizing waves of snow.

The two bright red dots at the top resembled red plum blossoms blooming proudly in the snow, delicate and vibrant, standing upright as if waiting for their lover to pluck them.

Her skin was as white as snow; this phrase is no exaggeration when applied to Huang Rong.

"What? Haven't you seen enough yet?"

Seeing Lin Xuan staring intently at her chest, Huang Rong felt her breasts swell and her face burn.

She puffed out her chest, a little embarrassed and annoyed, making her impressive assets stand out even more.

"I can't get enough of looking at it, I could never get enough of looking at it in a lifetime."

Lin Xuan pulled her closer and made her kneel down again, but this time, he didn't use his mouth.

Guided by Huang Rong, the scalding hot dragon sank into the deep, snow-white mountain ravine.

Huang Rong lifted her pair of snow rabbits with both hands and squeezed them together, tightly enveloping Lin Xuan's hardness in her soft and smooth flesh.

"Um……"

The exquisite touch made Lin Xuan close his eyes in comfort.

As Huang Rong swayed her body back and forth, using the friction of her breasts to please Lin Xuan, she lowered her head and watched the fiery heat moving in and out between her snow-white breasts. The visual impact aroused her.

"Is it...comfortable here, Xuan'er..." Huang Rong asked breathlessly, occasionally lowering her head to lick the tip of the dragon that was occasionally exposed.

This combination of mouth and breasts is simply heavenly.

"It feels so good... Master, this place is the gentlest place in the world..." Lin Xuan gasped for breath, his hands unable to resist any longer, directly covering those two snow-white mounds, kneading them wantonly with her movements, making those perfect shapes change into various alluring forms.

After enjoying such extreme tenderness for a while, the flames within Lin Xuan's body not only did not extinguish, but instead burned even brighter, reaching the brink of exploding.

"call……"

Lin Xuan let out a long breath and reached out to pat Huang Rong's face, who was diligently serving him.

"Master, that's enough."

Huang Rong paused, looked up, her eyes unfocused: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, it's just too comfortable." Lin Xuan's lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes burning with a fierce light like a wolf. "But... now that the foreplay is done, you bad guy, it's time to get down to business."

Without waiting for Huang Rong to react, he suddenly stood up, grabbed Huang Rong's slender waist with both hands, and lifted her up like a rag doll.

"Ah..." Huang Rong exclaimed, her feet leaving the ground, and instinctively hugged Lin Xuan's shoulders.

Lin Xuan did not carry her to the small couch in the study where people could rest, but instead turned around and led her to the large desk.

This place usually displays defense maps of Xiangyang City and confidential letters from the Beggars' Sect; it is where Huang Rong strategizes and wins battles from afar.

At this moment, Lin Xuan waved his hand.

"Splash—"

The writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, military books, and strategies on the table were mercilessly swept to the ground, making a chaotic sound.

"Xuan'er...you..." Huang Rong was flustered. After all, this was a study, and the sense of immorality and shame made her tremble all over.

"This is the right place." Lin Xuan interrupted her, his voice domineering. "Here, you are not Madam Guo, nor Chief Huang. You are simply my woman, my Rong'er."

As he spoke, he forcefully pressed Huang Rong's body down onto the table.

Huang Rong's upper body was pressed against the cold wooden table, her full breasts were squeezed and deformed, sending a strange stimulation through her.

Her hands instinctively gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"Lift your butt up higher."

Lin Xuan's large hand landed on her lower back and patted it gently.

Huang Rong trembled. Although she was extremely ashamed, her body had already developed a conditioned reflex to Lin Xuan's commands.

She obediently lowered her waist, raising her already perky and round peach-shaped buttocks high, as if offering them as a sacrifice, presenting them to Lin Xuan.

Her upper body was disheveled, revealing half of her fair skin, while her lower body, though still draped in ripped underpants, only added to the messy beauty of the scene.

Those perfect waist and hip curves, like undulating mountains, are so tempting they're almost sinful.

Lin Xuan could no longer hold back.

He stepped forward, pressing his body close behind her, the dragon already eyeing the Peach Blossom Spring that haunted his dreams.

He stretched out one hand, went around to the front, and wantonly played with a snow rabbit hanging on the table, while his other hand held the pert buttocks and forcefully spread them apart.

That secluded flower valley was already overflowing with nectar, and glistening honey flowed slowly down her thighs, clearly ready to receive it.

"Xuan'er... quick...! Come in quickly..."

Huang Rong felt the heat behind her, felt the hardness rubbing and probing against her wet entrance. The emptiness made her forget all restraint. She couldn't help but turn around, her eyes full of seductive allure, and urged, "I'm... I'm getting so impatient..."

"Yes, my good master."

Lin Xuan let out a low growl, and his waist suddenly sank.

"Pfft"

With a splash that made one blush and their heart race, the giant dragon, as red-hot as an iron pestle, with unstoppable momentum, broke through layers of obstacles and pierced straight through to the bottom!

"what!!"

Huang Rong let out a high-pitched and poignant scream. The feeling of being instantly filled and stretched made her convulse violently as if she had been electrocuted.

Her hands gripped the edge of the table tightly, her long neck arched back like a dying swan.

"It's so deep...too deep...you're going to kill me..."

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sounds of flesh colliding were crisp and loud in the quiet study. Each impact was accompanied by a tremor in the desk, causing even the corners of the desk to sway and shake, as if adding to the excitement of this exhilarating battle.

"Ah...ah...tight...so tight...Xuan'er...be gentle...mmm..."

Huang Rong's body swayed back and forth with Lin Xuan's movements, her full breasts rubbing and squeezing against the table, and her long black hair sticking to her cheeks and back with sweat.

Her voice gradually changed from an initial scream to intermittent moans and groans.

Lin Xuan was like a general commanding a battlefield, each attack striking straight at the heart of the enemy, each thrust hitting her sweet spot.

His hands were not idle either. One hand tightly grasped the soft snow rabbit, changing its shape like kneading dough, while the other hand roamed over her flat abdomen, sensitive waist, and inner thighs, igniting every sensitive flame on her body.

"Master...look at this study...wouldn't we be...giving orders and strategizing?"

As Lin Xuan sprinted forward, he whispered funny things in her ear, trying to further break her spirit.

Huang Rong was already in a daze at this moment, how could she possibly think about the fate of the nation?

Her mind was filled only with wave after wave of pleasure, and the ultimate joy given to her by the man behind her.

"Waaah...you are...you are a bad person...you only bully Master...ah! There! Don't touch there...I'm going to die...I'm really going to die..."

Huang Rong's body suddenly trembled violently, and her inner valley began to contract wildly, tightly gripping Lin Xuan's massive member, as if trying to squeeze him out or to completely devour him.

Lin Xuan knew she was almost there.

"Want to die? Not so easy! We're going to heaven together!"

Lin Xuan let out a low roar, no longer holding back, his waist muscles tensed like iron, and his frequency instantly increased to the extreme.

One hundred times, two hundred times...

Each strike was like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, each one penetrating deep into the flesh.

"Ah—! Xuan'er! I want... I want... Ahhhhh—"

With a long scream, Huang Rong's body arched violently before collapsing limply.

Hot streams of love fluid gushed out like a fountain, pouring onto Lin Xuan's ferocious dragon head.

Under the extreme tightness and humid heat, Lin Xuan could no longer control himself.

He took a deep breath, grabbed Huang Rong's waist tightly, and buried himself deep inside her. Then, his accumulated essence, like a volcanic eruption, sprayed hot and intense waves into the depths of Huang Rong's valley.

"Well……"

Lin Xuan let out a satisfied groan, lying on Huang Rong's sweat-dampened back. The two embraced tightly, feeling each other's rapid heartbeats and gradually calming breaths.

After a long while.

Huang Rong had just fallen from the clouds back to the mortal world. She was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to move a finger. She could only let Lin Xuan remain inside her.

She turned her head slightly to look at Lin Xuan, who was pressing down on her. The tears in her eyes had not yet subsided, and her face still carried the afterglow of her orgasm, her cheeks flushed like the sunset.

"enemy……"

Huang Rong's voice carried a hint of languor and satisfaction, "This time... you're really going to tear my body apart..."

Lin Xuan chuckled mischievously and kissed her cheek, slowly withdrawing from her body, leaving behind a glistening trail of ambiguity.

He gently helped Huang Rong up, ignoring the mess on the ground, and carried her back to the chair, letting her sit on his lap as if he were holding a child.

Huang Rong nestled obediently in his arms, listening to his strong heartbeat, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his chest.

"Master, are you feeling better now?" Lin Xuan teased as he tidied her disheveled hair.

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help snuggling against him like a satisfied cat: "It's comfortable... but you've made such a mess of the study, what if someone comes later..."

"Who dares to come?" Lin Xuan said domineeringly. "You are the gang leader, and I am Little Zhuge. We are discussing important matters. Who dares to disturb us?"

Upon hearing the words "discuss important matters," Huang Rong couldn't help but burst into laughter, exuding boundless charm.

"You always have so many fallacies."

Huang Rong took the initiative to lean in and gave him a tender and lingering kiss.

Chapter 238: Spring Tide in the Bathtub

Inside the study, the rain had just stopped.

Huang Rong's hair was slightly disheveled, with a few strands of black hair falling beside her flushed cheeks, adding a touch of charm rarely seen on her usual face.

Her pale yellow silk robe was already disheveled, her breasts were half exposed, and there were still a few ambiguous red marks on her fair skin, marks left by Lin Xuan during the fierce battle.

Like a lazy Persian cat, she nestled obediently in Lin Xuan's arms with her eyes half-closed, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his firm chest.

Lin Xuan gently stroked her smooth, jade-like back, feeling the elastic texture under his palm, his heart filled with the satisfaction of conquest.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he rummaged through the pile of clothes swept to the ground and pulled out a bright yellow scroll.

"Master, I almost forgot the important matter." Lin Xuan chuckled mischievously and lightly patted Huang Rong's pert buttocks. "Besides the person returning, your disciple has also brought you a big gift."

Huang Rong lazily raised her eyelids and gave him a coquettish glare: "What grand gift? Not only did you bring someone back to torment me, do you have some other tricks up your sleeve?"

Lin Xuan unfurled the scroll and handed it to her: "This is a letter of state personally signed by the King of Dali, and it has been stamped with the imperial seal of Dali. Dali is willing to form a brotherly alliance with the Great Song Dynasty, to be as close as lips and teeth, and to jointly resist the Mongols. Furthermore, it has promised to contain the Mongol forces on the southwestern border, thereby relieving the pressure on Xiangyang."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's previously dazed eyes instantly cleared up.