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Chapter 43: Dual Cultivation With Su Lan[r-18]2

Chapter 43: Dual Cultivation With Su Lan[r-18]2

Her sensual body slowly started to nurture my cock back to life, and I could feel it getting deeper and deeper in her with each jiggle of her butt.

"There we go, that’s how master likes it." She moaned.

As she moved atop me, her breath brushing against my skin, I looked up into her eyes and whispered, my voice low and thick with heat, "Master... today, you’re looking especially beautiful."

Only when she was convinced my dick had returned in hardness did she stop for a moment to readjust herself. She grabbed me, clasping her fingers behind my head and holding my neck between her forearms. My head was held up slightly in her grip, and in this position her arms were pushed together, smooshing her breasts together for a nice cleavage scene. Then, she pushed up with her knees, lifting her lower body and causing my dick to slide out until it nearly fell, then she plunged it back into her.

she started to bounce up and down on my cock. Using her strength to ride me roughly, letting my cock slam deep into her womb with each drop. It made a gushy wet noise each time I slid into her, juices squirting and leaking all over my groin. My pelvis was covered in cum and cunt juice, but I didn’t care.

Waves of sexual desire flowed through me. She knew what she was doing, and her moves were taking me to new sexual heights. I had teased Su Lan for cumming so easily, but now it was me who was being taught a lesson. Of course, She might have cum on her own, but she ignored her pleasure and focused entirely on me, and it was to the point where I couldn’t even really tell.

Master’s wet pussy was the juiciest thing I had ever fucked, and she rode my dick relentlessly without any release. It was incredible and I could barely think. I wasn’t going to last much longer like this, and she had no intention of stopping. Each thrust held an intensity and desire that shone in her lustful eyes. Each thrust filled her cunt up to the brink, our juices flowing readily across my cock. My body was covered in sweat

Each thrust, Master dropped her ass harder, trying to slam my dick deeper. She kept moving harder and faster, and I couldn’t tell what she was abusing worse, her pussy or my cock. She took it all, not showing a single ounce of fatigue. She wanted me inside her. She wanted me as deep as I could get.

My balls slap against her pussy, making a resounding clap each time her pussy slammed down on me. This time, when she faltered for a bit, I could feel her pussy starting to twitch. My Master was having a powerful orgasm and slowed her thrust in hopes of recovering so that she could keep going. Seeing my chance. My hands dug into her ass and my feet pushed off against the floor.

This time, my pelvis went up to meet hers instead of the other way around, and my hands held tightly onto her ass, forcing her hips to keep bobbing up and down on my cock. I started to thrust up into her wildly, taking over just as my Mother had reached her limit. Her mouth fell open and her eyes rolled up.

"Yes... yes..." I responded through gritted teeth, trying to torture her pussy in the same way she had tortured my dick.

her body seeming to no longer be in control as her body contracted and twitched violently. From underneath, I kept ramming up, taking her gushing pussy with quick and brutal thrusts. The liquid was squirting out of her like an eruption, and her eyes were rolled up into her head as her body seemed trapped in the air

I knew I couldn’t last either, and my cock began to explode, swelling intensely before cum shot out into my Master for the second time. It shot out far more vigorously than before, and I didn’t know if it was because she was cumming so hard herself or because I came so much, but cum erupted out of her like a pressure valve that burst when it was overfilled.

"Ahhhnaaaaaiiaaaaa..." Master’s arms seemed to fail, the feel of my cock erupting inside her being more than she could take.

How much stamina does he have? Su Lan thought, biting down lightly on her lip as she moved against him. Just how many times can he hold on like this?

Her breath hitched, her body trembling with every motion. This is driving me insane... Not just in appearance, but even in bed—he seems completely unmatched. What kind of disciple have i taken in?

Her body collapsed on top of me, still jerking wildly like with a powerful orgasm. Her pussy was like a suction cup, drinking all of my cum up without end. The pair of us remained like that, sitting back in the chair. I could feel Master’s hot breath against my neck as she tried to breathe. I was panting just as hard. It was hot, and it was sweaty, but it was wonderful.

Point of view changes:

Meng Hao began moving again in and out of her pussy, his body unrelenting despite what had just happened. Su Lan’s eyes widened slightly, her breath catching in disbelief.

Meng Hao had never anticipated that dual cultivating with Su Lan would bring him such overwhelming pleasure. Even with all his previous experiences, this was beyond anything he had imagined. As their bodies intertwined beneath the flickering light of spirit lamps, the sheer ecstasy that surged through his veins left his mind momentarily blank.

Su Lan’s body was a masterpiece of seductive perfection, as if sculpted by the heavens themselves. Her jade-like skin glowed with an ethereal luster, smooth to the touch and warm like the embrace of sunlight in spring. Her curves were breathtaking—each motion of her hips, each subtle arch of her back, seemed to contain an ancient rhythm that resonated with the primal essence of cultivation itself. The swell of her chest, the delicate dip of her waist, the elegance of her legs wrapped around him—it was enough to make any man lose himself completely.

Compared to this, Li Yao’s youthful charm seemed immature and lacking. While Li Yao had always exuded the fiery passion of a possessive lover, she could not match the deep, intoxicating allure Su Lan carried with every movement. There was a sultry elegance in Su Lan, the graceful composure of a mature woman who knew exactly how to drive a man to madness, yet still maintain control—just barely.

As their bodies moved in harmony, surrounded by drifting petals of spiritual energy and the faint fragrance of incense, Meng Hao felt as though he was ascending to another plane of existence. The boundaries of pain and pleasure blurred, and each breath he took was filled with the scent of her skin, the sound of her moans, and the wild thrum of dual cultivation energy circulating faster than ever before. fr\eewebno vel .c(o)m

Even the system within him buzzed with excitement, as if acknowledging that this encounter was far more beneficial than any before. The pleasure wasn’t just physical—it seeped into his soul, nourished his meridians, and seemed to unlock hidden potential within his golden core.

He tightened his grip on her supple waist, staring into her half-lidded eyes, which shimmered with both lust and an unspoken emotion. In that moment, Su Lan wasn’t just a peak master—she was a celestial temptress, a flame he couldn’t resist, and a storm he willingly walked into.

Even though they had just reached their peak moments, with the air still heavy with the scent of passion and spiritual energy swirling faintly in the room, Meng Hao’s desire showed no signs of fading. Su Lan lay beneath him, her hair disheveled like silk cascading across the satin sheets, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Her cheeks glowed with a faint blush, a seductive contrast to her normally aloof demeanor as a peak master.

And yet, despite the release that had just washed over him moments ago, Meng Hao felt a fire still burning within him—hot, wild, and untamed.

His gaze roamed over Su Lan’s exposed form. Her flawless skin was still flushed with heat, her curves glistening with a sheen of sweat that only made her look more irresistible. The outline of her butt, the gentle rise of her boobs, and the softness of her lips—all of it stirred something primal inside him.

"Even though I just came..." Meng Hao mused inwardly, his eyes darkening with renewed hunger. "...this kind of opportunity won’t come again so easily."

It wasn’t just her body—it was the entire situation. Su Lan had been the one to initiate this, driven by her own suppressed lust and perhaps a hidden scheme. She had given him an aphrodisiac, believing it would leave him obedient, more pliant to her desires. But in reality, all it had done was awaken the beast within him.

He smirked internally.

"Since she gave me the aphrodisiac... why shouldn’t I enjoy its benefits to the fullest?" fr eewe(b)nove.l.co\m

His hand moved once more, tracing the gentle curve of her waist, eliciting a soft gasp from the woman below. Su Lan’s lashes fluttered, and her eyes opened slightly, meeting his gaze with a mix of surprise and reluctant anticipation. She had expected him to be exhausted, perhaps even tamed by now. But instead, the fire in his eyes had only grown more intense.

The spiritual mist in the chamber had yet to settle, and the lingering aura of dual cultivation still danced between them. Outside, the moonlight filtered through the translucent curtains, casting soft silver shadows over their entangled forms. The silence was filled only by the distant chirping of night beasts and the faint hum of the formation that sealed the room from the outside world.

Su Lan parted her lips to speak, but before a word could leave, Meng Hao leaned in once more—his lips brushing against her neck, his hands already exploring her body as if he were committing every inch of her to memory.

This time, there would be no hesitation. No restraint. He had tasted the fruit, and now he wanted the whole orchard.

What... again? she thought, barely able to process the heat coiling inside her. We just came... and he’s already at it once more? What is he made of? How much stamina does he possess?

Her legs trembled, her fingers gripping tightly against his shoulders as wave after wave crashed through her. This man... he’s not human...

And so it continued—relentless, breathless—until the first light of dawn spilled through the windows, casting a soft golden hue over the tangled figures that had long forgotten the count of time.