Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Yang Buhui was engaged in a fierce internal struggle!

But the thought of his father fighting to the death with the six major sects in the Kunlun Mountains, and the possibility of his death at any moment, is unbearable.

The powerful man in front of her was the last straw she could grasp!

"For my father's sake... I endured it!"

Yang Buhui closed her shy eyes.

She suppressed her shame.

Trembling all over, she slowly brought her round, pretty face close to the enormous thing that exuded a strong masculine aura.

She imitated what Xiao Zhao had just done.

She awkwardly opened her cherry-like mouth, which had never experienced anything like this before.

"Well!"

When that thick, hot thing was forcibly shoved into his little mouth.

The intense sensation of something foreign and the masculine aura made Yang Buhui let out a muffled moan.

Although she tried her best to imitate Xiao Zhao's movements.

But her bewildered little tongue could only awkwardly and stiffly touch and rub against that huge thing without any method.

Lin Xuan felt his dragon suddenly change from a skilled, smooth, and gentle embrace to a tense, awkward, and unfamiliar service.

Lin Xuan, who was blindfolded, found it amusing.

"This little girl still needs to be properly taught by Xiao Zhao."

Lin Xuan did not speak up to stop it.

On the contrary, he found the novel experience of this pure young girl enduring shame and serving him with care but clumsiness quite interesting.

He let Yang Buhui blush and nibble at him for a while.

Looking at Yang Buhui's pitiful appearance, who was so anxious that she was about to cry but couldn't grasp the key points at all.

Xiao Zhao, who had been watching her closely, felt that this was not a good way to serve the young master.

So Xiao Zhao boldly bent down again.

She actually put her stunningly beautiful face next to Yang Buhui's.

"Sister Bu Hui, don't worry, I'll teach you..."

Two beautiful little faces.

They were working together seamlessly and taking turns at the same time!

A silky technique was used to lick those sensitive areas.

The other, with its inexperienced and tight mouth, diligently enveloped the dragon pillar.

Under this double service, Lin Xuan was finally about to be released!

He forcefully pressed down on the two girls' heads with both hands!

The giant dragon thrust wildly into those two tender little mouths, making dozens of violent and frenzied thrusts!

Finally, with a violent tremor in Lin Xuan's waist, a surge of heat gushed out.

Yang Buhui was caught off guard by the surging heat and had no time to react. Large patches of sticky, glistening liquid splashed onto her delicate, round face, making her look pitiful.

Xiao Zhao obediently accepted it, and even naturally cleaned the area around it with her delicate tongue.

Lin Xuan let out a long sigh of relief.

He casually ripped off the blindfold from his eyes.

His gaze fell on Yang Buhui, who was kneeling in front of the bed, her face full of shame and indignation.

Lin Xuan's lips curled into a wicked smile.

Using that smug, innocent, and deliberately obnoxious tone, he asked the question he already knew the answer to:

"Huh? Little Bu Hui?"

"What are you doing in my bed in the middle of the night? And dressed so scantily, doing such weird things with my Xiao Zhao?"

Chapter 353: Yang Buhui's First Cry

At this moment, where is Yang Buhui's usual stubbornness?

She slumped to the ground, her black hair disheveled, and shameful fluid still dripping from her cheeks and neck.

Lin Xuan's question, which he already knew the answer to, was like a resounding slap in the face, severely damaging her already fragile self-esteem.

She could only bury her head in her chest, biting her lower lip tightly, not even having the courage to look at Lin Xuan.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Zhao immediately knelt down beside Lin Xuan's legs, her azure eyes filled with pleading.

“Please don’t be offended, young master. Sister Bu Hui is only acting out of filial piety. She is worried that her father is currently isolated and helpless in Kunlun Mountain, and his life is in danger at any time. She is very anxious. But she also knows that her martial arts are weak and she would be of no use if she went there. So she wants to ask the young master to have mercy and lend a helping hand.”

Lin Xuan's smile remained unchanged after hearing this.

He reached out and gently stroked Xiao Zhao's head, as if soothing a docile cat.

"You little rascal, you're usually so well-behaved and obedient, but now you've learned to be a go-between for others. What a treacherous and ungrateful person you are."

Xiao Zhao blushed at his words, but she simply leaned against his knees obediently, letting him stroke her.

Lin Xuan's gaze shifted to Yang Buhui, the teasing tone from before vanished, replaced by a sharp glint in his eyes.

"You heard clearly the conversation I had with your father at the Ming Cult camp that day, didn't you?"

Lin Xuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sense of oppression. "The Ming Cult is currently internally divided, with no one willing to submit to anyone else. And outside? The experts from the six major sects have already gathered in Kunlun, eager to fight. In addition, there are some forces hidden in the shadows, ready to jump out and take a fatal bite at any time."

He paused, his tone turning icy: "Anyone going to Bright Peak now is courting death. Surely your father, a man of such intelligence, can't see this situation?"

Yang Buhui's delicate body trembled slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

How could she not know the Ming Cult's current dire situation?

“I pointed out a bright path for him, but he remained indecisive. His mind was full of calculations, not only about how to preserve the Ming Cult, but also about dreaming of ascending to the throne of the cult leader.”

Lin Xuan sneered, showing no mercy, "I might as well be blunt. If I stand by and watch, the Ming Cult will be slaughtered without exception, and your father, Yang Xiao, will also be destined to die a violent death on the spot!"

This ruthless analysis completely shattered Yang Buhui's psychological defenses.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made the most difficult decision of her life.

She slowly turned over, knelt down, and slammed her forehead heavily against the cold floor, maintaining a humble dogeza (prostration) posture.

"Young Master Lin..."

Yang Buhui's voice was heavy, carrying a desperate resolve, "I know I am as worthless as grass, and I have no other desires. I only beg you, young master, to show mercy and save my father's life! Save the tens of thousands of innocent members of my Ming Cult!"

The curve of Lin Xuan's lips deepened.

"Since you are so sincere and have even lowered your pride, it would seem unreasonable of me to refuse you outright."

Lin Xuan leaned back on the bed. "Don't worry. No matter how stubborn Yang Xiao becomes in the future, as long as I, Lin Xuan, am alive, I guarantee he won't be taken away by the King of Hell. As for the Ming Cult's foundation, I also guarantee it will never be destroyed."

Upon hearing Lin Xuan's promise, Yang Buhui's tense body instantly relaxed, and she let out a long breath.

Before he could catch his breath, Lin Xuan's voice rang out again.

"However..."

Lin Xuan's gaze swept over her graceful curves. "There's no such thing as a free lunch. Since you've taken off your clothes tonight and offered yourself up as a bargaining chip to my bed for your father's sake..."

"You need to understand this clearly: from the moment you step through this door, your body and soul belong to me. You have no other way out but to become my woman, Lin Xuan's woman. Do you understand this?"

Yang Buhui didn't look up, but simply pressed her forehead against the floor, her voice surprisingly calm:

"No regrets... I understand."

Seeing that the mission was accomplished, Xiao Zhao, who was standing to the side, finally relaxed her tense nerves.

She quickly got up and gently helped Yang Buhui up from the ground.

"Sister Bu Hui, please don't feel so wronged."

Xiao Zhao tenderly tidied her disheveled hair and comforted her, "Although the young master seems domineering, he is actually a very kind and affectionate person. You will definitely be happy with him."

A subtle, sly smile curved Xiao Zhao's lips.

As Lin Xuan's personal attendant, she knew all too well her young master's methods in bed.

That's a deadly skill that can melt a woman's soul.

She was certain that this seemingly forced-to-comply older sister would soon become just like her, devoted to Lin Xuan and without any second thoughts.

As night deepened, the red candles inside the room flickered gracefully, casting the shadows of the three people onto the wall, creating a romantic atmosphere.

Lin Xuan slightly raised his hand, gesturing for the two women to come closer.

Without any hesitation, he picked up Yang Buhui and strode towards the bed.

Xiao Zhao followed behind, sensibly climbing lightly onto the other side of the bed.

Two young, alluring bodies, each exuding a distinct and captivating charm, were completely exposed to Lin Xuan's gaze.

Needless to say, Xiao Zhao's figure, with its exotic Persian style, not only had skin so white it glowed, but even the fragrance she exuded carried a deadly allure.

Yang Buhui.

She had just turned sixteen, the most blossoming age in a woman's life.

Her round little face exuded an innocent charm, as if she were completely unaware of the ways of the world.

She has a slender figure, especially her legs, which exude health and vitality.

And the breasts hidden under the thin fabric were ruthlessly stripped away by Lin Xuan, who also removed the outermost layer of protection.

This flawless white jade has never been picked by anyone!

It was completely exposed to the air!

Those two delicate, plump, and erect breasts, as pink and tender as peaches, trembled incessantly with her rapid and tense breathing!

The two bright red dots at the top are like red plum blossoms in early spring, tempting one to ruthlessly pluck and pick them.

Continuing downwards, you'll find the most secluded garden.

It still retains its most original and innocent state, with sparse weeds and a tender, firm appearance.

Faced with such a grand feast, Lin Xuan could no longer hold back.

He pinned Yang Buhui down completely.

"what!"

Yang Buhui let out a soft gasp of surprise.

Lin Xuan's large hand began to move.

He roamed freely over that delicate body.

His fingertips traced the soft neck and graceful collarbone before firmly grasping the two high mounds on her chest.

With his skillful hands, Lin Xuan wantonly kneaded and shaped those two originally shy and innocent mounds.

His fingertips repeatedly rubbed the sensitive tip, sending waves of electric-like tingling sensation through it!

Yang Buhui's mind went blank, and her hands instinctively tried to push away the wicked hand in front of her chest.

At this critical juncture!

Xiao Zhao played a thoughtful supporting role from the side.

She gently pressed down on Yang Buhui's struggling hands, and pressed her soft, hot breasts against Yang Buhui's back in an intimate manner.

She leaned close to Yang Buhui's ear and seductively imparted the secrets of relationships between men and women.

"Sister Bu Hui, relax."

Xiao Zhao's voice was sweet and intoxicating, "Young Master's affection is the greatest blessing in the world. As long as you obey Young Master and do not resist, you will soon experience the wonderful feeling of ascending to paradise."

Yang Buhui's psychological defenses gradually crumbled.

Her breathing gradually became heavy and disordered.

Her cheeks were flushed red!