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

Chapter 378: Chapter 378 The Throat-Parched Immortal Swallows the Entire Ocean

Ling Lan began, and the entire room fell into stunned silence.

Every eye locked onto her in wide-eyed amazement as the others gulped hard, their throats working in unison.

Gulk…

Gulk…

Gulk…

She threw herself into it with everything she had, exactly as she had that morning.

Her reward was the same violent eruption… thick, hot jets of white milk surging from Lin Feng.

Pew…

Pew…

Pew…

She tried desperately to swallow it all, but the volume was overwhelming.

This time she refused to pull away.

Her lips stayed locked tight around the head, gulping down as much as she could while the rest spilled from the corners of her mouth in creamy rivulets.

Even then, she didn’t let go.

Ling Lan licked the corners of her lips slowly, savoring every last creamy trace that clung to her skin.

A soft, blissful sigh escaped her as she finally leaned back against the cushions, her chest rising and falling heavily, cheeks flushed a deep, satisfied pink.

Her eyes sparkled with lingering pleasure, and a small, triumphant smile played on her swollen lips.

But that contentment lasted only a heartbeat.

The rest of the room had been watching her every move with rapt, hungry attention.

The air thickened instantly, charged with a new wave of desire.

Breaths grew shallow and ragged.

Eyes widened, pupils dilated, and bodies shifted restlessly on the seats and floor.

The four other women exchanged quick, heated glances… each one clearly imagining herself in Ling Lan’s place, lips wrapped tight around Lin Feng, drawing out that same explosive reward.

“I want to go too!” Ye Jian blurted first, her voice husky and impatient, already rising to her knees.

“Same!” Ning Xi added right behind her, crawling forward without hesitation.

“I’ll be next…” Tang Aining murmured, surprising everyone with her boldness.

The usually more reserved woman bit her lower lip, eyes locked on Lin Feng’s still-throbbing length as she slid closer.

Their voices overlapped in eager, overlapping pleas, the words tumbling out one after another like sparks igniting a bonfire.

Lin Feng barely had time to catch his breath before they descended on him in a beautiful, writhing tangle of soft skin, flowing hair, and eager mouths.

The night unfolded exactly as explosively as he had anticipated, perhaps even more so.

What began as a single act quickly became a full, unrestrained symphony of pleasure.

All four women surrounded him at once… Ling Lan diving back in with renewed hunger, Ye Jian taking the other side, her tongue swirling teasingly along his mighty dragon while Ning Xi kissed and licked lower, tracing every sensitive inch.

Tang Aining, emboldened by the others, pressed her lips to the head whenever one of them pulled back, sucking greedily and moaning around him as if she had waited years for this exact moment.

They worked in perfect, chaotic harmony… sucking his little brother with wet, rhythmic sounds that filled the room, kissing every exposed inch of his body, hands roaming freely over his chest, thighs, and back.

Soft moans and breathy gasps mingled with the slick, obscene noises of mouths and tongues.

One would deep-throat him while another licked and sucked his huge balls then they would switch without warning, lips brushing against one another in accidental, electric kisses that only made them more frantic.

Fingers tangled in his hair, nails lightly scratching down his skin, breasts pressing against him from every angle as they competed to draw out every groan and twitch from his body.

Lin Feng’s hands moved constantly, threading through their hair, guiding but never forcing, lost in the overwhelming sensation of four warm, willing mouths and bodies devoted entirely to his pleasure.

The room grew hotter, the air thick with the scent of arousal and the faint, salty tang of sweat and release.

Every climax that followed was more intense than the last, each one met with delighted little cries and eager swallows or deliberate spills that they licked clean from one another’s skin with playful, hungry tongues.

Throughout it all, Li Zhiyan and Li Ruoxi remained perfectly still on the far side of the room, their bodies rigid with restraint.

They didn’t move, didn’t join the writhing pile of limbs and lips. Instead, they simply watched… eyes wide, lips parted, breathing in short, shaky bursts.

Their cheeks burned crimson, chests heaving visibly beneath their clothes as they drank in every explicit detail… the way the four women’s heads bobbed in unison, the glistening trails of saliva and thick white fluid that dripped down chins and onto heaving breasts, the muffled moans vibrating around Lin Feng’s length.

Li Zhiyan’s thighs pressed tightly together, her fingers gripping the edge of the cushion so hard her knuckles whitened.

Li Ruoxi’s hand rested on her own stomach, trembling slightly, her gaze never once leaving the scene.

Both women were visibly, achingly aroused yet they held themselves back, content for now to burn from the sidelines, their bodies trembling with the overwhelming, secondhand pleasure of simply witnessing the raw, unrestrained erotic storm unfolding before them.

The four women didn’t stop for a long, long time.

They rode Lin Feng’s face with relentless, greedy hunger, their hips grinding and rolling in a hypnotic rhythm that showed no sign of slowing.

One after another they took their turn, then overlapped, pressing their slick, throbbing pussies against his mouth, smothering him in wet heat and the intoxicating scent of their combined arousal.

Ning Xi was first to shatter again, her thighs clamping around his head as she cried out, flooding his tongue with her sweet release.

Before he could even catch his breath, Ye Jian took her place, then Ling Lan, then Tang Aining.

Yet Lin Feng was far from idle.

His jaw ached, his tongue burned with delicious exhaustion, raw and overworked from hours of ceaseless licking, sucking, and swirling.

Every muscle in his neck and shoulders screamed in protest, but the pain only fueled the fire raging inside him.

He wasn’t complaining… not even close.

If anything, the soreness made every stroke of his tongue feel more intense, more eager to drink his women’s love juices.