Fang Ling’s cheeks were crimson as she yanked the quilt over her face.
Yang Cheng ca over, pulled the quilt away, and spoke softly, "What are you being shy for? You already told you like pleasuring yourself with your hands, it’s not like I don’t know."
"That’s different!"
Fang Ling peeked her head out from beneath the covers, her beautiful eyes still swimming with the afterglow of desire.
"Why did you suddenly co looking for ?"
"Aunt said you’ve seed listless lately, so she sent to check on you. Let feel your pulse."
Yang Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to gently grasp Fang Ling’s white, slender wrist, beginning to examine her pulse carefully.
His brows knitted together; he discovered an abundance of Primordial Yin Qi inside Fang Ling’s body. The sensation was hauntingly familiar—exactly the sa as with Chu Xiaoyu before.
Could it be that Fang Ling is also an Innate Seductive Body?
"Mmm~ Brother Cen, are you done with your examination?"
Fang Ling suddenly spoke, her lovely face tinged deep pink, her eyes radiating sultriness, her body twisting restlessly without control.
"Hold on, don’t rush."
Yang Cheng’s expression grew serious. He silently activated his Cultivation Technique, sending a stream of True Qi into Fang Ling’s body. His eyes widened instantly.
The Primordial Yin Qi within Fang Ling was abundant but still not at the sa overwhelming level as Chu Xiaoyu. Yet, nestled in her lower abdon was a blood-red little sphere.
That little ball bounced inside her belly like a mischievous child.
Yang Cheng felt that the ball resembled the Elixir Elent of a cultivator, but Fang Ling was not a cultivator, so what on earth was that blood-red sphere?
"Brother Cen, I... I can’t stand it, won’t you help ?"
Before Yang Cheng could figure it out, Fang Ling began to moan in restless agony. Heat flushed her body; she threw off her quilt, revealing silky, white nakedness—her plump, upright breasts enticingly full, her slender waist delicate and graspable.
Between her legs was a breathtaking sight, impossible to look away from.
Yang Cheng’s mouth went dry and his body responded instantly. He watched her closely—every movent she made was reminiscent of Chu Xiaoyu’s episode with the Seductive Body.
Suddenly, inspiration sparked in his mind. He rembered what he’d read in the To of the Ghost Doctor: those born with the Seductive Body had ’Yin’ and ’Yang’ constitutions.
When he examined Chu Xiaoyu, he found her to have the ’Yang’ body, which produced an abundance of Primordial Yin Qi. After he had sex with Chu Xiaoyu, he obtained a great amount of Primordial Yin Qi, but was unable to absorb it.
The ’Yin’ body was the key—a lock and key. Only after Yin and Yang fused could all that Primordial Yin Qi beco his to use.
Yang Cheng was overjoyed. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the ’Yin’ body would turn out to be Fang Ling, saving him from searching far and wide.
Who would have thought that two extrely rare Innate Seductive Bodies would appear at once—the mother and daughter perfectly complenting, one Yin, one Yang.
As he considered this, Fang Ling suddenly threw herself into his arms; two soft mounds pressed against his chest as her long legs straddled his lap, her waist rocking back and forth, grinding herself against him.
"Please, brother, have rcy on , I can’t... take it anymore," she panted breathlessly, her exquisite face awash in deep red, her enchanting eyes staring straight into him.
Yang Cheng originally hadn’t wanted such a relationship with Fang Ling—she was so young, she deserved to find a good match, marry, and have children. But now, his thoughts had to change.
If he wanted to absorb all the Primordial Yin Qi left in Chu Xiaoyu, he could only do so through union with the ’Yin’ body. No one in the world was more suitable than Fang Ling—she and Chu Xiaoyu were mother and daughter, their blood bound together, making the fusion much easier.
Yang Cheng only hesitated for a mont before wrapping his arms around Fang Ling’s waist, tilting up her chin and kissing her deeply.
"Mmm mmm..."
Fang Ling was unusually passionate, her delicate lilac tongue slipping out to entwine with Yang Cheng’s, pressed together in an intense embrace and kiss.
She felt as if there was a raging fire inside her, burning her up from within, while Yang Cheng’s embrace was cool and crisp, carrying a singular masculine scent that made her instinctively want to get closer.
But the closer she got, the stronger the flas of desire inside her blazed.
I want him so much!
"Mmm~ Brother, hurry up, I want you to fuck , hard..."
Fang Ling had never spoken anything so shaless in her entire life, but now her reason had completely slipped away. Her little hands road Yang Cheng’s body, slowly sliding down to grip the awakened beast lurking below.
"Hsss!"
Yang Cheng drew a deep breath, feeling the surge of Primordial Yin Qi flooding into his body. With the influence of the Dragon and Phoenix Dance Scripture, the burning fire inside him grew even wilder.
But he still clung to a sliver of rationality; holding Fang Ling’s waist, he panted and spoke: "Fang Ling, calm down for a mont, listen to what I have to say first."
Fang Ling opened her beautiful eyes a little, pouting with dissatisfaction, her voice trembling on the verge of tears: "Brother Cen, you’re so an. I’m already suffering like this and you still won’t touch ."
"It’s not that I don’t want to touch you, it’s just your current condition is very special. There are things you need to understand. Actually, you’re just like your aunt—both born with the Innate Seductive Body, but your natures are Yin and Yang, opposites."
"Your aunt has been telling you’re listless lately. I guessed it’s because you’ve been masturbating too much, exhausting your Essence Qi. That’s the reason for your lethargy—it’s your Innate Seductive Body flaring up. Honestly, your need is even stronger than your aunt’s."
"When your aunt was twenty, she was nowhere near as wild as you. And now you’re masturbating three or four tis every single day. In the future, you’ll lose control; your cravings will only get worse and you won’t be able to handle it physically."
Yang Cheng explained patiently, but Fang Ling was nearly driven mad by her own desire.
"Your Seductive Body can actually be suppressed with dicine, or with —if we have sex, it’ll fully stabilize your condition. But if you’d rather not sleep with , I can make you pills. Just take one when you feel yourself flaring up, and they’ll temporarily keep your lust in check."
"I don’t want pills! I only want you! Co inside , brother!"
Fang Ling answered without the slightest hesitation. She started tugging at Yang Cheng’s pants, releasing his enormous shaft, which bounced in her pale, delicate hand a couple of tis.
She parted her legs wide, exposing her tender pink flower, then gripped Yang Cheng herself and arched her hips, eager to take him herself.
But she was just too impatient. She tried twice and still couldn’t line him up; Yang Cheng caught in her eager grip, his chest heaving fiercely.
"Silly girl, it’s your first ti. We can’t go in all at once—need to soothe you a little first."
Yang Cheng’s large hand kneaded her perky, soft breasts, his fingertips brushing over her rosy nipples, making her delicate body shudder violently as a gush of sweet nectar spilled from below.
Seeing her already drenched, Yang Cheng lowered his mouth and kissed her there. That soft, wet place carried a scent uniquely hers, flooding his nostrils with her aroma.
Yang Cheng imdiately started sucking, his tongue constantly teasing her sensitive bud.
"Ah!!!"
Fang Ling, already lost to desire, was suddenly overwheld by the intense pleasure, shrieking uncontrollably.
So good...so, so good!
Her delicate body tensed, her supple waist arching up to et Yang Cheng’s hungry licking, eager for more.
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