At her words, Li Feng paused his finger.
He didn’t remove it from those wet, warm folds as he asked while blinking curiously.
"She abhors demonic cultivators?"
Ning Jianli still didn’t stop her movents.
A strange tingling shock ran through her spine.
Her arms were starting to tremble from holding them behind her head as her breasts drooped heavier with each rep.
She gulped slightly and continued.
"....Yes, she absolutely hates demonic cultivators. She... she would kill them on sight," she gasps between breaths.
"She doesn’t question or.... show rcy if she encounters one....."
After another lean and rise, Ning Jianli let out a rough exhale and went on.
"...Senior Sister says showing rcy to demons is the sa as ....cruelty to the innocent."
Li Feng humd thoughtfully at her words.
"Interesting. Do you know why? Judging by the way you say it, it seems pretty extre."
But then, Ning Jianli answered back as if it were obvious.
"...Mhm? There is no ’why’. Demonic cultivators.... all deserve to die."
At her casual declaration of exterminating demonic cultivators, Li Feng blinked.
For a second he had almost forgotten that this was the sect founded by a man who seed to harbor an extre hatred toward the demonic path.
So it wasn’t strange for their sect to instill the sa belief in its disciples.
Even so, it seed this Jian Ruyi must have so personal history with demonic cultivators as he didn’t get the sa feeling from Ning Jianli or the other Heavenly Sword Sect disciples.
Sure, they all hated the demonic path, but... sothing told him Jian Ruyi was different just from the short ti he encounter her.
And judging by Ning Jianli’s words, she seed quite straightforward or perhaps a little extre ... but he loved this kind of woman.
Dealing with them was easy as he could be direct too.
So as long as he played his cards right, it probably wouldn’t be long before he got to taste the sword prodigy’s mortal body as he pleased.
Plus, when he was treating her earlier, he could sense with his dual cultivation technique that she still retained her primordial yin.
So this was a bonus for his own cultivation too.
It was like killing two birds with one stone.
Just thinking about indulging in that small yet shapely figure in the near future made Li Feng’s heart surge with desire.
His little brother seed to protest, straining and twitching eagerly.
’Alright, alright’
With a grin, he finally pulled his fingers free and stood up.
Squelch...
He watched that plump, white peach emphasize its shape even more as she leaned down for a mont.
Then slowly, Li Feng made his way toward it.
Ning Jianli let out a shaky exhale.
Her inner muscles clenched uselessly around nothing now that his thick finger had left.
For a second she thought maybe he was done playing but then she felt sothing much thicker nudge against her entrance.
She blinked as she recognized what it was.
But she didn’t stop her movents.
Silently, she continued counting.
"...Sixty... Sixty-one... Sixty-two..."
Li Feng, now positioned behind her, had one hand groping that soft cheek while the other aid his throbbing length at that small, slick slit.
Squelch...
The blunt head of his throbbing length pressed in slowly....just the tip at first as his little brother stretching her open again while the straps kept her locked firmly in place.
"Mmm~"
Ning Jianli’s body trembled amid her movents.
As she leaned down, her forehead dropped forward as damp strands of hair clinging to her sweaty face.
Li Feng didn’t rush.
He held himself right there, only the thick head of his little brother lodged inside her, letting her feel the stretch while she forced her body to continue the reps.
Every ti she dipped forward, gravity and her own montum pushed her back onto him another inch or two.
Every ti she rose, the slow drag made her inner walls clutch at him desperately.
"...Seventy... three... nnh... seventy... four..."
Her voice climbed higher, growing thinner with each count.
The numbers now sounded more like soft whimpers.
Sweat dripped from her chin, pattering onto the ground below.
Soon,
A strange yet fragrant scent slowly filled the chamber and the heat in the air seed to rise, thickening around them.
Li Feng’s hand on her peach squeezed once....hard enough to leave faint red marks on the pale skin then slid up to grip her hip instead.
Steady and controlling.
"Keep the form and back straight..." he said, voice low and rough.
Then he closed his eyes, savoring the tight, wet warmth now wrapped around his length instead of just his finger.
He stayed motionless, letting her do all the work while she counted through gritted teeth.
"...Eighty... Eighty-one... haah~..."
Each ti she leaned down, those wriggling folds seed to pull him in another inch by sheer instinct.
And of course, Li Feng didn’t resist.
He simply enjoyed the natural pull; it felt as though he was slowly being devoured.
By the ti her count reached one hundred, his thick length had completely disappeared once again into that small, stretched slit.
The delicate petals were now spread impossibly wide around his little brother.
It looked almost obscene...., such a small entrance could actually accommodating sothing so monstrous.
It seems anything was possible with a woman’s body, especially one that had already surpassed mortal limits.
Ning Jianli swallowed hard.
Right now she felt utterly full, stuffed to the brim.
Every tiny movent sent electric tingles racing up her spine.
Even so, she gritted her teeth and stubbornly pressed on, determined to reach a thousand reps just as Li Feng had demanded.
anwhile, Li Feng remained buried to the hilt, not thrusting yet and just letting her body do everything.
The slow, rhythmic clench of her inner walls around him felt better than any deliberate stroke.
It was warm, slick and felt like a greedy little squeezes every ti she lowered herself, as though her core was trying to milk him unintentionally.
Li Feng opened his eyes and feasted on the view below.
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