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

Chapter 243: Chapter 243 The Empress’s Inner Palace is Fully Occupied

Su Muyao’s delicate pink flower lay open before him… smooth, flushed a deep rose, the outer lips plump and swollen from his earlier plumbing.

The tender folds glistened, still sensitive and slightly parted, silently begging for more.

Lin Feng felt a dark thrill curl through him since he knew he was fully responsible for the beautiful ruin between her sexy thighs.

His profound size alone had reshaped her most secret place, stretching and claiming until her body now wore the intimate signature and shape of his little brother.

“You’re so beautiful, Muyao,” Lin Feng breathed.

A heartbeat later he aligned himself once more and sank in slowly and deliberately letting her feel every thick inch as he filled her again.

Her velvet walls fluttered and clenched around him like a living pulse.

Three breaths. That was all it took.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

Then the room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin, the low growls rumbling in his chest, and Su Muyao’s broken, rising cries of pleasure weaving together into a shameless serenade.

Behind Su Muyao, Lin Feng became a primal yang beast set loose.

His massive, veined true dragon surged with full power, roaring like a tempest unleashed.

Each savage thrust struck like a heavenly hammer forging immortal steel, relentless and unyielding as he plowed straight into the depths of Su Muyao’s tight pink mysterious valley.

His large hands refused to stay idle, finding even better places to land on.

They surged forward and seized Su Muyao’s enormous jade-like twin peaks, those ripe swaying immortal fruits that quivered with every impact.

His fingers roamed without mercy, kneading the soft overflowing flesh before pinching and rolling the erect cherry-pink buds at their summits.

“Aaahhh!” Su Muyao released a lewd moan, her voice raw and primal like a celestial phoenix wounded beneath the fury of tribulation lightning.

She sounded as if she were in pain and suffering as Lin Feng plowed into her from behind with the merciless force of a descending thunder dragon.

Yet no true agony afflicted her.

Endless, all-consuming ecstasy devoured every fiber of her being instead.

Every inch of her flawless jade skin burned alive with mortal pleasure.

Her sweat shimmered like scattered starlight across moon-pale flesh.

Her trembling form glowed in exquisite radiance as relentless waves of profound pleasure surged through her without end or mercy.

There was truly nothing more perfect, nothing more sinfully beautiful in all the nine heavens than the sight of a woman utterly filled and shamelessly satisfied by the massive, throbbing yang root of her man.

Time lost all meaning in the heat of the dual cultivation session until Lin Feng finally surrendered, his golden core shuddering as he unleashed a second, even more heaven-shaking eruption that threatened to collapse the very foundations of the Su Muyao’s jade pavilion.

Pew!

Pew!

Pew!

More than a gallon of his scorching profound yang essence erupted in thick, forceful jets, flooding Su Muyao’s tight, quivering flower to overflow.

The sheer volume stretched her silken walls even further, bloating her lower dantian with molten heat and pushing her ruthlessly to the razor edge of transcendent bliss one more time.

“Lin Fengggggggg!” Su Muyao shouted, her voice hoarse and trembling.

Her Hidden Yin Spring then spasmed wildly around his pulsing hot iron, desperately milking every last drop while her pink flower trembled into chaotic ecstasy.

The sturdy spiritwood bed lay utterly drenched and ruined.

It was soaked through with their combined love juices.

Her abundant yin nectar thick sweet and shimmering like liquid moonlight mingled shamelessly with his viscous yang seed in hot sticky rivers that poured from her overstretched pink honey pot.

“Ahhhhhh…”

“Ohhhhhh…”

“Ughhhhh…”

Su Muyao’s moans poured out in an endless, broken symphony.

Lin Feng spilled in a savage flood.

Su Muyao squirted with shattering intensity.

And something else broke around them.

Bang!

The bed could bear no more.

With a thunderous crack the spiritwood frame exploded beneath them, splintering into jagged fragments that flew outward like scattered sword qi.

“Ooops. Beds these days are made far too fragile,” Lin Feng mused to himself, shaking his head slightly at the creaking wood beneath them and his actions stopped completely.

He was about to shift positions with Su Muyao, thinking they should adjust for comfort, when something completely unexpected caught his attention.

Squish…

Squish…

Squish…

The slow, wet sounds reached his ears, rhythmic and insistent.

Lin Feng’s eyes widened slightly as he glanced down, realizing what was happening.

Su Muyao was moving her hips on her own, undeterred by the broken bed beneath them.

Her wet, tight warmth enveloped Lin Feng’s majestic dragon from head to toe.

Her face was buried in the mattress, hiding the blush of her embarrassment, yet her movements didn’t falter and they only grew more urgent with every passing breath.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this, but… it feels so good that I don’t want it to end just yet.” Su Muyao thought in silent surrender, her sexy milf physique now utterly enslaved by the insatiable cravings of her jade body.

“Ahhhhhh…” Moans poured ceaselessly from her parted lips, each one a shameless melody of yin yielding to yang.

Her sweet, trembling invitation hung in the air like incense smoke which was nigh impossible to ignore.

“Game on!” Lin Feng roared within the depths of his mind.

His little brother surged into a bigger giant once more, fierce and untamed, long, thick, and unyielding and fully rising up to the occasion.

He huffed and puffed like an enraged divine bull charging through thunderclouds, yet a broad, wicked smile dominated his handsome features, eyes blazing with golden delight.

A heartbeat later the lewd symphony resumed.

Wet, rhythmic slaps of flesh against flesh echoed through the chamber once more.

Meanwhile, outside, the mood was far less calm and composed.

“More!” Ye Jian called, lifting her cup as a maidservant refilled it to the brim.

Her cheeks were flushed, and it was obvious she was already tipsy, yet her eyes never left the hallway where Lin Feng and Su Muyao had disappeared over an hour ago.

It should have been me first! Ye Jian thought, a pang of frustration twisting in her chest.