Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"Ugh...no...it feels so weird..."

Huo Qingtong's body arched suddenly, the tingling and numb pleasure that reached the depths of her soul almost driving her mad.

Her supple waist twisted restlessly on the bed, and her long, straight legs rubbed against each other unconsciously.

While savoring the pure white flesh, Lin Xuan freed one hand and traced its way down her graceful waistline.

Past her firm abdomen, his palm covered her two pert, round, snowy buttocks.

Those perfectly rounded and perky curves are breathtaking and feel amazing to the touch.

Lin Xuan kneaded it forcefully a few times, then his fingertips slid down the fatal curve into the inner thigh.

Finally, they reached that most private and forbidden area.

"Well!"

Huo Qingtong's body trembled violently, and her legs instinctively tried to come together, but Lin Xuan forcibly separated them.

The area was already damp.

The glistening nectar flowed down her inner thighs, wetting the sheets.

Lin Xuan's fingers lingered and circled gently at the entrance to that slippery paradise, occasionally probing a little bit inside, but never going in.

This kind of teasing, seemingly close yet distant, was the most deadly torture for Huo Qingtong, who was inexperienced in such matters.

She felt like a dying fish on the shore, only able to open its mouth wide to breathe, but unable to inhale any air.

"Lin Xuan...no...don't do this..."

Huo Qingtong felt a burning heat all over her body, as if a ball of fire was burning inside her.

Just then, she suddenly felt a hot, hard rod pressing firmly against her private, secluded place.

Moreover, she was horrified to discover that her area had become wet and muddy.

"Lin Xuan...can we stop for a moment?"

Huo Qingtong panicked completely. Although she was inexperienced in such matters, she knew what was going to happen next.

Her bright, star-like eyes were filled with pleading, and her voice trembled with a hint of tears.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Lin Xuan's lips curled into a wicked smile.

He stopped what he was doing, leaned close to her ear, and in an extremely gentle and sincere tone, uttered a classic "scumbag quote":

"Qingtong, don't be afraid. I'll just rub against you, I won't go in."

Huo Qingtong lacked experience; how could she know the sinister intentions behind those words?

Looking into Lin Xuan's sincere eyes, and feeling the stirrings of lust within her that were making her extremely uncomfortable, she inexplicably believed him.

"Then...then you have to keep your word..."

She bit her red lips, her voice barely audible.

"of course."

Lin Xuan solemnly assured him.

Then, he held the monstrous dragon and began to gently rub it against Huo Qingtong's tender and moist entrance.

That mysterious and secluded place, never before explored, is extremely sensitive.

Every friction from Lin Xuan brought Huo Qingtong a wonderful yet intense feeling.

That tingling, empty, and yearning feeling washed over her reason in waves.

Her shapely, fair legs unconsciously spread wider, and the shimmering valley secreted even more nectar, as if silently inviting the intruder.

"Um...ah..."

Huo Qingtong closed her eyes, soft moans escaping her throat, completely immersed in the pleasure of this half-hearted resistance.

Lin Xuan saw that the heat had reached its peak, and the valley was moist enough.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and his waist muscles tensed up suddenly.

"Pfft!"

Without any warning, the hard stick went straight in!

"what--!!!"

Huo Qingtong suddenly opened her eyes and let out a shrill scream.

The excruciating pain instantly spread throughout her body, turning her previously flushed face deathly pale.

She was a virgin, and that layer of purity and innocence was forcibly broken through, causing her to burst into tears from the pain.

"You lied! You big liar! It hurts... Get out of here... Waaah..."

Huo Qingtong gripped Lin Xuan's shoulders tightly with both hands, desperately trying to push him away.

"Don't cry, it'll be over soon."

Lin Xuan did not back away, but instead held her tightly, pressing her trembling legs down beneath him.

He lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then kissed her red lips that trembled with pain.

While comforting her, Lin Xuan circulated the Yin-Yang Repairing Technique.

Warm streams of true energy flowed continuously into Huo Qingtong's body from where the two were joined, nourishing her injured and delicate inner walls and relieving her pain.

At the same time, his hands covered her two full breasts again, and his lips continued to kiss and tease her neck.

With Lin Xuan's two-pronged approach of comforting her, Huo Qingtong's pain gradually subsided.

Huo Qingtong was completely lost in this storm of pleasure.

Her bright face was flushed, and sweat dampened her temples.

Lin Xuan touched her soft waist and plump hips, feeling that the texture was simply too good.

This powerful and wild acceptance thrilled him.

"Qingtong, your waist is really strong."

Lin Xuan suddenly stopped what he was doing and picked Huo Qingtong up in his arms.

Amid Huo Qingtong's exclamation, Lin Xuan lay flat on the bed and let Huo Qingtong straddle him.

Huo Qingtong raised her head and let out a series of high-pitched, delicate cries.

Her face, as beautiful as the morning sun, radiated the most exquisite allure at this moment.

And so, the two of them spent a crazy and joyful night in this small inn room.

After a long while, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.

Huo Qingtong collapsed onto Lin Xuan's chest, panting heavily, her body drenched in sweat.

Recalling her earlier madness, she was so ashamed that she didn't even dare to lift her head.

"You villain..."

She raised her small fist and gently punched Lin Xuan's chest, saying coquettishly, "You lied to me, you said you'd just rub against him and not go in..."

Lin Xuan laughed heartily, hugged her tightly, and kissed her on her smooth forehead.

"Qingtong, you are so beautiful and charming, how can I resist?"

Hearing this, Huo Qingtong felt a sweet warmth in her heart and no longer cared about his "deception." She closed her eyes peacefully and fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 281: Killing Lin Pingzhi

The next morning.

Huo Qingtong slowly opened her eyes, feeling weak all over, especially between her legs, where a faint soreness lingered.

She turned her head and looked at Lin Xuan, who was still fast asleep beside her. His handsome face looked especially gentle in the morning light.

Recalling the madness of last night, Huo Qingtong's cheeks instantly flushed red.

She never imagined that she would so easily give her most precious first time to this man.

Moreover, after experiencing the initial pain, she actually succumbed to an unprecedented pleasure, even actively responding to his movements and uttering moans that she now finds shameful to recall.

"You bad person..."

Huo Qingtong stretched out her slender finger and gently tapped Lin Xuan's nose, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

Lin Xuan had actually been awake for a while. He took the opportunity to grab Huo Qingtong's hand, kissed it, and then opened his eyes, looking at her with a smile.

"What? You weren't done with me last night, so you're trying to provoke me first thing in the morning?"

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Huo Qingtong tried to pull her hand away in embarrassment and anger, but Lin Xuan pulled her into his arms.

Lin Xuan knew that a woman's mindset would undergo some subtle changes after she gave her first time to a man.

Sure enough, although Huo Qingtong verbally resisted, her body betrayed her by snuggling into his arms, no longer displaying the shyness she had shown a few days ago.

She had already decided in her heart that she was this man's woman.

The two cuddled in bed for a while before getting up to wash up.

Although Huo Qingtong was inexperienced, she was skilled in martial arts and had a physical condition far exceeding that of ordinary people, so there was nothing unusual about her when she walked.

After having breakfast, Lin Xuan received a message from a Beggar Clan disciple.

"Qingtong, the Beggars' Clan brothers reported that Lin Pingzhi is hiding in that abandoned manor outside the city and hasn't come out for the past few days."

Lin Xuan put down the note in his hand and said to Huo Qingtong.

"Then let's go catch him now!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingtong immediately stood up, a sharp killing intent flashing in her eyes.

She had long harbored deep hatred for this swordsman who indiscriminately killed innocent people and wished she could bring him to justice immediately.

Lin Xuan smiled and shook his head, then reached out and pressed her back into her seat.

"You worked too hard last night, so just rest well at the inn today. I can handle this little thing by myself."

"But……"

Huo Qingtong wanted to say something more, but Lin Xuan interrupted her.

"obedient."

Lin Xuan's tone was gentle, yet it carried a hint of domineering: "Your task now is to rest up and wait for me to return."

Looking into Lin Xuan's determined eyes, Huo Qingtong felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

She knew Lin Xuan was worried about her, so she nodded obediently: "Okay, then I'll wait for you here. You... you have to be careful."

"Don't worry, dealing with such a small fry can't hurt me."

Lin Xuan smiled confidently, turned around and walked out of the inn.

Outside the city, in a remote mountain valley.

An abandoned manor stood there all alone, surrounded by weeds and crumbling walls, exuding a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

Lin Xuan moved with lightning speed, like a white lightning bolt, silently landing on the courtyard wall of the manor.

He didn't try to hide his footsteps; instead, he swaggered down from the wall and stepped onto the leaf-strewn flagstones, making a "rustling" sound.

"Who goes there?!"

Sure enough, a cold and wary voice came from inside the room.

Immediately afterwards, a figure flashed out from inside the house and stood in the center of the courtyard.

The newcomer was dressed in black, with a handsome face, but his expression was extremely cold, like ice that had never melted.

He held a longsword without a scabbard in his hand, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

It was Lin Pingzhi.

"The one who's here to take your life."

Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes looked as if he were looking at a dead man.

Lin Ping looked Lin Xuan up and down.