Morning at Azure Sky city
The morning sun ascended over Azure Sky City, its golden rays spilling across the rooftops, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the vast metropolis. The towering buildings, refined structures, and sprawling estates shimmered beneath the dawn's embrace, marking the beginning of another bustling day.
At the Ye Clan estate, in a separate residence, inside a bedroom. Ye Xian pinned Sheng Qianying beneath him, her full breasts pressed into the sheets as his chest molded against her back. His hands locked around her wrists, holding them above her head while his hips moved in slow, deep strokes.
Thrust.
Her wet pussy clung to his cock, squeezing him tight as he pulled almost all the way out—only to slam back in, making her gasp.
"Ahh~… Ye Xian…!"
Her thighs clamped around his, her body arching as pleasure shot through her. He grinned against her skin, lips trailing hot kisses down her nape before nipping lightly—just enough to make her whimper.
"You're so tight," he growled, thrusting harder. "Every time I move, you suck me back in."
Squelch~
The lewd sound of her dripping pussy filled the air. Qianying's fingers twisted in the sheets, her moans muffled as he fucked her deeper, faster.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
His balls slapped against her clit with every rough push, and she shuddered—her walls fluttering around him.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Ye Xian! You up? Let's go to the academy together!"
Ye Ling'er's cheerful voice was like a divine bell... of doom.
Inside the room, Ye Xian's eyes widened, his expression frozen. The painful memory of yesterday flashed through his mind—this was happening again. He was still inside Sheng Qianying, while outside, Ye Ling'er was knocking on the door. Last time, his dragon had nearly been crushed to paste. He had to avoid that disaster before it happened again.
Beneath him, Sheng Qianying was already halfway to Nirvana, her back arched, eyes glazed, and mouth open in a silent "ah~".
His dragon, however, was still valiantly exploring the inner ruins of Mount Qianying.
"Sht, sht, shit—" Ye Xian whispered, beads of sweat forming on his brow. He wanted pulled out his dragon from her cave.
But Qianying's body had other plans. Her inner walls had locked down like a treasure vault, guarding the dragon with the ferocity of a mother goose on steroids.
"Why now?" Ye Xian sobbed internally. "You were so welcoming a second ago!"
Then—like a man lighting a firework and throwing it at his own feet—he activated his last resort:
"Heaven-Scorching Blissfire Lance!"
Blissful energy wrapped around his trapped dragon, transforming it into a scorching-hot force. Her wet cave was no longer in control—Ye Xian's dragon showed no mercy as it wreaked havoc inside her wet pussy.
BOOM.
Qianying's entire body shuddered. Her back arched like a drawn bow, a cry bursting from her lips as her cave turned into a flash flood warning.
Sheng Qianying was seconds away from screaming—her entire body tightening like a coiled spring. Her lips parted, a breathy moan building in her throat—
'Oh no you DON'T—'
In one swift motion, Ye Xian hand over her mouth just as his Heaven-Scorching Blissfire Lance hit its peak.
BOOM
Qianying's scream was reduced to a muffled "MMMPH—!" as her body convulsed, her inner walls milking him violently. Hot release pulsed into her, wave after wave, while his palm stifled her cries—each thrust wringing another choked whimper from her throat.
SPLASH~
His dragon released its spiritual essence like a divine cannon blast, hitting her core like the final note in a heavenly symphony.
SLURP.
The dragon slipped out, dodging the collapsing entrance just as Qianying's thighs clamped shut behind him with the force of a bear trap.
Sheng Qianying lay sprawled across the bed, her body glistening with sweat and trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. Her breath came in soft, uneven gasps, and the sheets beneath her were noticeably damp—evidence of the "battle" just concluded.
Ye Xian, meanwhile, had already darted to the wash basin, frantically scrubbing himself clean like a man caught stealing spiritual peaches. He dried off with a flick of his sleeve, slipped into a fresh Azure Sky Academy robe, and quietly crept back to the bedside.
Leaning close, he kissed Sheng Qianying's cheek and whispered, "I'll take care of Ye Ling'er. You… just take care of yourself, okay?"
Qianying let out a faint, blissful sigh in reply, her eyes fluttering but not fully opening. She clearly hadn't registered anything he said. Her mind was floating somewhere between clouds and comets.
Ye Xian chuckled softly, brushed a damp strand of hair from her cheek, and tiptoed toward the door.
Creak.
He eased it open, peeked out—then flinched.
Ye Ling'er was standing right there.
Hands on her hips. Eyes narrowed. Lips pursed.
"Oh. Uh. Morning, Ling'er!" Ye Xian said, trying to act like he hadn't just launched a divine weapon indoors.
Ling'er squinted. "You took way too long to answer. You okay?"
"Just… intense cultivation," he blurted.
"In bed?"
"With… pillow techniques," he added quickly. "Very advanced stuff. Builds inner strength."
Ling'er blinked. "Pillow techniques."
"Yep. Secret art. Don't tell anyone."
She gave him a long look—then rolled her eyes and turned around. "Whatever. Let's go."
As they walked side by side, many people turned to look at Ye ling'er. She was incredibly beautiful—her long, black hair flowed down her back like silk woven from the night sky. It framed her delicate, graceful face perfectly.
Her deep purple eyes held a quiet mystery. Her nose was elegant, her lips soft and pink, and everything about her gave off a sense of calm and distance—like a fairy you could admire but never reach.
Just as they passed a vendor selling spirit beast eggs, a loud voice rang out.
"Come take a look! Rare treasures from the capital! Talismans made by Grandmaster Luo—strong enough to drive away demons and ghosts!"
Another merchant nearby shouted, "Fresh spirit fruits! Boost your energy flow and strengthen your base! Special deals today!"
The air was full of noise and excitement, but Ye Xian barely paid attention. His mind was focused on what lay ahead.
As they walked side by side through the bustling morning streets, Ye Ling'er was unusually quiet. Her gaze occasionally drifted toward him, then quickly away. There were so many questions trapped in her throat—questions she'd rehearsed a dozen times, but never dared to ask.
How do you really feel about Meng Xueqing?
Do you even want to marry her?
And what about me?
What… am I to you?
But the words never came.
Ye Xian, blissfully unaware, strolled along like a man without a care in the world—hands behind his head, eyes scanning food stalls, even humming to himself.
Ye Ling'er clenched her fists.
Part of her wanted to scream. Part of her wanted to cry.
And a very large part of her wanted to smack the back of his head for being so infuriatingly casual.