I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 160 Goodbye, Pure Yang!

Lin Feng’s heart pounded with excitent as he licked the lingering taste and the final traces of Su Muyao’s delicious juice from his lips.

He was just about to mount Su Muyao and finally lose his cherry but he suddenly stopped.

He looked down at her.

Su Muyao was gasping for air, her body limp and trembling.

She seed weak, on the verge of slipping into sleep.

"What should I do?" Lin Feng muttered to himself, forcing himself to wait.

One minute passed.

Instead of recovering, her condition worsened.

Her breathing gradually evened out, growing softer and slower.

Activating his divine sense, Lin Feng quickly calculated that in ten breaths, she would fall completely asleep if nothing changed.

"No! I can’t let it end like this!" he roared inwardly.

Desire had already clouded his mind.

He had been thoroughly seduced, surrendering completely to temptation and had now succumbed to the dark side of the force.

If he was going to fall, then he would make sure it was worth every consequence.

To let everything end now right before the final step would be extrely anticlimactic.

Resolving himself, he chose the most direct path.

Rising swiftly, he positioned himself between Su Muyao’s legs.

His hips shifted forward, and he let his angry little brother speak on his behalf, hoping instinct and montum would carry them through the final threshold.

Three breaths later, he knew his strategy had taken effect.

"Hmmmmm..." Su Muyao’s lashes trembled before slowly lifting, her hazy eyes regaining a fragile clarity.

Instinctively, her gaze drifted downward toward where Lin Feng focused his efforts.

"Ohhh..." she gasped.

The sound carried a confusing blend of lingering pleasure and undeniable alarm.

Now fully aware once more, she could clearly see him.

The sheer size of him stole her breath all over again.

The thought of sothing so big entering her precious secret garden which was untouched and undisturbed for more than five years sent a ripple of nervous tension through her body.

It was intimidating.

Terrifying, even.

Her previous experiences offered no comfort.

Her husband’s tool had been so small, no thicker and longer than her pinky finger.

What stood before her now was entirely different... startlingly long, solid, and thicker than her arm.

It looked powerful, almost unreal, as though it belonged to a different realm altogether and not between a man’s legs.

A flicker of genuine doubt surfaced in her mind.

Was sothing this huge truly ant to fit inside a woman’s body?

Desire and fear tangled together in her chest.

And Lin Feng, standing between her legs, could see every flicker of emotion reflected in her widened eyes.

"We can still stop this, Lady Su," Lin Feng said quietly as he paused.

He could clearly see the hesitation in Su Muyao’s eyes... the flicker of fear, the uncertainty that trembled beneath her flushed expression.

Though he was painfully hard, his desire no longer clouded his judgnt.

For the first ti since the fire between them had ignited, his mind was steady.

A few breaths passed in silence.

Then Su Muyao smiled.

It was soft at first, then warm and radiant.

His restraint... his willingness to give her a choice moved her more deeply than any touch had.

"No," she said gently. "I want you to continue, Lin Feng. And when we’re together... you can call by my first na. Muyao." Her cheeks flushed deeper as she held his gaze.

"Just... please be gentle."

"I will, Muyao," Lin Feng repeated, his voice lowering with sincerity as he nodded.

Carefully, he shifted forward and slowly spread her legs, giving her ti to adjust to his presence.

His heart thundered in his chest.

This is it... The mont I’ve waited for all these years!

The triumphant shout echoed only inside his mind, but outwardly he remained composed.

He did not rush.

He understood that if he was careless, she would suffer.

Her body needed ti and needed patience.

So instead of forcing the mont, he relied on slow, deliberate movents of his hips, guiding himself closer without using his hands.

He let the tip brush lightly against her most sensitive place, teasing rather than pushing, testing her readiness.

Each gentle motion drew a soft reaction from her, her breath hitching as warmth gradually replaced tension.

Breath by breath, her body responded.

The stiffness in her thighs eased and she spread her legs more freely.

Her fingers relaxed their grip on the sheets.

A fresh wave of natural moisture gathered, a sign that her body was welcoming him despite her lingering nervousness.

Lin Feng noticed everything.

He continued at an unhurried pace, allowing anticipation to build rather than break, determined to make their first union one of trust rather than pain.

Five minutes of careful preparation and making sure Su Muyao was truly ready passed before Lin Feng finally braced his legs and eased forward.

The broad, flared crown of his divine spear t fierce resistance.

Though this was not Su Muyao’s first ti, it might as well have been.

Five long years had passed since her jade gate last welcod a man, and in that ti her delicate flower had grown exquisitely sealed and locked.

He pressed again, then harder, each careful thrust t with the sa unyielding tightness.

Nine slow, deliberate breaths later, the first inch finally slipped inside, seating perfectly against her entrance.

"Ughhh..." Su Muyao let out a long, trembling moan.

Her jade pond, untouched for more than five years, had grown impossibly snug.

Lin Feng’s iron-hard length felt monstrous in comparison, stretching her walls to their limit.

Yet he was patient and unhurried.

He rocked gently, never forcing more than that single inch, sliding in and out with exquisite control.

A few minutes of this tender rhythm, and he claid another inch... then another.

More than thirty minutes passed in that slow, deliberate claiming.

Finally, with one last careful push, his full, monstrous yang sword sank to the hilt.

The thick head kissed the deepest place inside her and nudged upward, seeking more room.

The sudden fullness, the perfect pressure against her most sensitive heat...

"Lin Feng!"

Su Muyao’s cry broke into a shattered scream of pure bliss.

Her second peak tore through her without warning, triggered solely by the mont he bottod out and filled her completely.

The spring tide overflowed once more, and Su Muyao was swept to the very heavens of pleasure one more ti.

Her inner walls clamped down in violent spasms, milking him as waves of pleasure crashed over her.