I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!

Chapter 159: Chapter 159 Leaving Not a Single Bead of Heavenly Nectar Behind

“Hmmm…” Su Muyao froze for a moment as Lin Feng captured her cherry lips in a fierce, devouring kiss.

His mouth was hot and insistent, as though he meant to consume her entirely.

A sweet rush of delicious nectar bloomed between her tightly closed orchid petals, slick and warm with sudden arousal.

One of Lin Feng’s hands slid up to cup the ripe swell of her bosom, kneading the soft, heavy globe until she couldn’t hold back a sweet, trembling muffled moan.

“Ohhhhh…” The sound spilled into the air… erotic, melodic, intoxicating like the most seductive music imaginable.

It only fueled Lin Feng’s growing hunger.

Even he was startled by his own intensity.

This was all new territory… the taste of her, the weight of her huge treasures in his palm, the way her body responded so perfectly to his touch.

These knockers… they’re fucking priceless. Worth more than gold, jade, and world peace combined!

His palm was lost in the lush, overflowing softness of her twin mounds… warm, heavy, impossibly perfect.

Every squeeze sent a jolt straight to his angry dragon, like he’d just discovered the most forbidden treasure on this cultivation world.

Lin Feng felt a sudden, ridiculous sting behind his eyes like he might actually cry from sheer disbelief.

Nothing in this world, nothing he’d ever known or imagined, could compare to this moment.

Right here. Right now.

His hands seemed to melt like warm butter against Su Muyao’s flawless skin.

Every inch he touched felt like sacred territory he had no right to claim, yet here he was, palms gliding, fingers trembling, sinking deeper into paradise with every breath.

More! I want more! I want to taste and claim every inch of this delicious milf!

Lin Feng’s mind roared with insatiable greed.

Unsurprisingly, his next move came naturally. After all, he had over a trillion porn videos’ worth of research material to draw from.

He broke the kiss with a ragged breath, lips already descending.

His tongue carved a scorching trail along the graceful curve of her swan-like neck, savoring the faint natural feminine fragrance clinging to her skin, then continued downward… kissing, nipping, exploring until he arrived before the proud, erect cherry buds crowning her snowy jade peaks.

He paused, eyes blazing, drinking in their lewd perfection… hard pink rubies on snow standing taut atop flawless white jade orbs, flushed and quivering like immortal fruits ripe for plucking.

Without hesitation, he buried his face against their magnificent softness, a low groan escaping as he captured one swollen cherry bud between his lips.

“Young Master Lin Feng…!” Su Muyao gasped, her lithe body arching like a drawn bowstring as fierce suction enveloped her sensitive tip.

He attacked without mercy… tongue lashing the hardened bud, teeth delivering the lightest scrape of deliberate intent, then soothing with deep, wet pulls that drew sharp pleasure sparks through her entire body.

He moved to the other side, lavishing the twin tender tips with equal ferocity until both snowy peaks were both lewdly standing at attention.

The red pearls stood darker, glistening, swollen and hypersensitive from his relentless actions.

Of course, Lin Feng saved the best for last.

He ventured even further south, descending until he reached Su Muyao’s most precious secret place… the sacred jade gate at the heart of her mysterious valley.

With gentle yet insistent hands, he parted her silken thighs and gazed intently at the moist, blooming flower nestled there… delicate pink petals glistening with dewy nectar, unfurling like an immortal lotus in full bloom.

“Don’t look too much, Young Master Lin Feng…” Su Muyao begged in a trembling whisper, cheeks aflame with shy embarrassment as she tried to close her legs but ultimately failed.

“Call me Lin Feng,” he murmured firmly, voice low and possessive.

Su Muyao would be the number one woman in his future harem so it was only right that intimacy bind them in every way.

“Lin Feng…” She tested the name on her tongue, soft and intimate.

A deeper blush spread across her face, but joy welled up inside her so fiercely that tears shimmered in her eyes and a radiant smile curved her lips.

The moment did not last long though.

Lin Feng, utterly enchanted by the sight, felt an overwhelming urge to drown himself in her delicate folds.

Without another word, he lowered his head and pressed his mouth to her most intimate flower.

“Lin Feng!” Su Muyao’s lewd cry echoed through the room… more louder this time.

Her fingers tangled desperately in his hair as his tongue plunged wild and deep into her secret cave.

He explored every silken inch, tracing her pink delight with fervent strokes… drawing invisible patterns, swirling through her honeyed depths, flicking and teasing until it felt obvious that he was inscribing the entire English alphabet across her sensitive quivering flower.

His timing was perfect, almost divinely so.

When his tongue finally curled and tattooed the last lingering letter upon Su Muyao’s most exquisite spot, pleasure erupted within her like a heavenly tribulation descending and crashing through her body in overwhelming, unstoppable waves.

“Something’s coming out! Lin Feng, stop for a moment… ohhhhhh… nooooo… it’s here… ahhhhhh!”

Su Muyao screamed, back arching violently off the bed.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as waves of pure bliss exploded through her body, flooding his mouth with sweet, trembling release.

Lick.

Lick.

Slurp…

Lin Feng caught every glistening drop, swallowing greedily, refusing to let even one bead of her sweet yin nectar escape.

He was like a parched cultivator lost in an endless desert for centuries, finally granted his first taste of pure natural immortal spring water.

His tongue and lips made fervent love to Su Muyao’s secret spot, tracing every delicate fold of her blossoming flower, lapping at the slick pink petals until they quivered somewhat more under his attention.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he pressed the tip of his tongue past the silken entrance, sliding deeper into her tight jade cave.

He froze in shock as her inner walls responded instantly… rippling, pulsing, coiling around his invading tongue like living silk with a mind of its own.

The warm, velvety depths clenched and fluttered, drawing him in deeper, massaging him with rhythmic squeezes that sent electric pleasure straight down to his little brother.

If her flower is this alive just from my tongue… Lin Feng thought, mind reeling with dark anticipation, …how heavenly will it feel when my dragon finally breaches this sacred gate?