"Qingyi..." Biyue whispered as she mounted Qingyi, their wet bodies staining the white silk sheets of her bed.
A sensual sigh escaped her lips as she lined her pussy up with his cock.
Without hesitation, she sat on his cock, a wet slap echoing as her ass hit Qingyi’s thighs, the voluptuous flesh swaying.
"Oghnn~~" she moaned, feeling him reach the depths of her womb, creating an elongated bulge in her lean belly.
"Ah... I want you to... nghnn~~" Biyue began to ride him, leaning over him.
Her breasts swung like large, heavy pendulums, the tips of her pink nipples sliding down Qingyi’s chest as she leaned over him.
"What?" Qingyi spoke, running his hands down her body, gripping her curves possessively, feeling her try to milk his cock.
"I’ll... oghnn~~ talk when we’re done, okay? Aghnn~~" Biyue replied.
Running her hands through her hair, she moved a few strands that covered her beautiful face.
"Right." Qingyi didn’t think much of it, just moving his hands to Tang Biyue’s.
Their fingers intertwined, and she lifted her upper torso, squatting over Qingyi’s cock, sunk all the way into her plump pussy.
It was a little difficult at first, but she soon got the hang of it, bouncing on Qingyi’s cock faster and faster, feeling it reach deeper and deeper into her womb.
"Nghnn~~ aghnnn~~ oh heavens... oh heavens!" Biyue’s obscene moans echoed through her room, her voice sweet and slurred, carrying none of her usual coldness.
"Was that tight little pussy really missing her husband that much?"
Qingyi questioned, watching the sensual sway of Biyue’s huge breasts, the mountains of flesh being thrown up with each sit before falling down, hitting her delicate torso with a wet slap, not unlike the one produced by her plump ass.
"You know the answer, oghnn~~" Biyue replied, sealing her own lips the next mont.
What had she just said?
With a little frustration surfacing amidst the pleasure, she bit her full, rosy and already saliva-soaked lower lip, a vibrant red spreading across her flushed cheeks.
Leaning even more heavily on her hands, intertwined with Qingyi’s, she increased the speed and force of her sitting even more.
The pale skin of her plump ass took on a reddish hue from the impacts against Qingyi’s thighs.
’Trying to make cum faster, huh? Silly woman. ’ Qingyi flashed a provocative smile as he planted his feet against the bed.
How could he lose to one of his won where he was strongest?
With an initial thrust, he began to move his hips, responding to Biyue’s thrusts, further stimulating her tight, soaked and sensitive pussy.
"You... shaless, ahhhh!~~" A moan that sounded more like a shrill scream escaped Biyue’s lips, her tongue slipping out of her lips in an obscene expression as the orgasm hit her.
Her pussy squirted non-stop against Qingyi’s lap, who held back before finally releasing his seed.
Great gushes of hot cum invaded Biyue’s womb, filling her to the absolute limit before leaking out through the fat, pale lips of her pussy, which was still squeezing tightly around Qingyi’s cock.
With a weary sigh, Biyue fell forward, nestling into Qingyi’s chest, her voluptuous body squeezing against his, her soft, pale porcelain skin rubbing against him.
"Looks like I won..." Qingyi gave a soft laugh, a laugh that was interrupted by a pained grunt as Biyue sank her teeth into his chest, biting him.
"Shaless Junior... you should respect your battalion leader," she muttered playfully.
"I will, when you make cum first."
"You... ah..." Biyue sighed in defeat.
She really couldn’t beat her husband at this.
In fact, I was pretty sure that he only cumd when he allowed himself to cum. What were the chances of them always doing it in such perfect sync?
"So, what did you want to ask ?" Qingyi asked, forcing a little seriousness.
"My father..." Biyue spoke, her voice no longer dominated by pleasure.
"He’s already being treated by the divine doctor in the depths of the pavilion of the council of elders, I wanted you to et him."
"He knows about us?" He turned his face away, surprised by the request.
"Yes... he asked to see you before he..." Biyue’s words died in her throat.
As the talented daughter of a powerful man, she couldn’t claim to have received large amounts of paternal love.
That was a commoner’s luxury.
Still, that man was her father.
"Hasn’t the divine doctor made any progress with his treatnt?" Qingyi asked.
"No... his body can be healed, but the damage to his soul is too great, the re fact that he’s still conscious is already a miracle..." Biyue’s eyes soon beca watery.
Hearing those words, Qingyi imdiately asked the system about it, the answer discouraging him.
It wasn’t that it was impossible, it was just that it was far beyond any price Qingyi could pay in the short ti he had.
’Ruxue... do you know of any solutions?’ He asked.
"Qingyi... how many soul cultivators have you t in this world?" Ruxue asked, but she already knew the answer.
Only one.
Out of the tens of millions of cultivators in this world, Qingyi had only t one who had any level of soul cultivation, one who was just so thug, working for the demon cult.
That was the reality of soul cultivators; too rare, often without the talent to even make their power count.
In all of mortal heaven, the number of soul cultivators powerful enough to make a difference could be counted on the fingers, and even these barely had any knowledge of their own power.
That made it very clear how serious damage to a cultivator’s soul was, if the damage was too much for them to recover from on their own, it was the end.
"I’m sorry..." Qingyi hugged Biyue tightly.
The poisonous beauty was almost two hundred and fifty years old, and could barely rember the last ti she had cried.
But that day, she allowed her emotions to explode and her tears to fall.
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