Villains Aren't Stepping Stones!

Haoran stepped inside his mother’s private bedchambers, the heavy, rune-etched wooden doors clicking shut behind him and instantly sealing the room from any external divine sense.

The chamber was thick with the fragrant aroma of boiling spiritual milk, hot steam, and a heavy, intoxicating scent of fresh night-blooming orchids.

There, sitting gracefully on the edge of the silk-sheeted imperial bed, was his mother, Chu Xueyu.

She was quietly towel-drying her long, damp golden hair, which cascaded over her shoulders like liquid silk.

She was wearing a loose, white, completely see-through bathrobe made of an incredibly fine mesh fabric that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

The translucent material clearly displayed her matching black lace bra and panties, highlighting the flawless, curvaceous contours of her breathtakingly pale, jade-like skin.

Her body bore the perfect silhouette of a high-tier cultivator who had achieved absolute physical immortality, entirely unblemished by time.

”Mother...” Haoran spoke, his voice dropping into a low, slightly raspy register as an unprecedented, suffocating heat suddenly began to rise rapidly within his veins, causing his golden eyes to flare with a dark, primal intensity. ”What exactly are you wearing?”

Chu Xueyu looked up at him, a sultry, incredibly captivating smile spreading across her lips as she tossed the towel onto the bedpost.

Her purple eyes gleamed with a deep, knowing amusement as she slowly crossed one slender leg over the other. ”It’s a specialized piece of modern apparel recreated directly from the deepest archives of your cousin’s memories. I believe it is called it ’lingerie.’ What do you honestly think of it, my son? Does it please your eyes?”

Haoran’s cheek twitched slightly, his knuckles tightening inside his wide sleeves.

Recalling the fractured, bizarre memories they had forcibly extracted from his cousin’s soul years ago, he realized there were indeed entire industries dedicated to such provocative garments in that otherworldly civilization.

He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of degenerate, lawless world could even come up with these highly meticulous types of clothing designed purely to shatter a man’s mental cultivation.

”Come here to me,” Chu Xueyu murmured, her voice dropping into a soft, hypnotic purr that echoed beautifully within the quiet boundaries of the room.

Haoran didn’t hesitate. Moving with an unhurried but absolute stride, he walked directly towards her, stopping a mere index finger’s width away from her seated form, standing tall as his shadow completely enveloped her under the dim light of the soul-lamps.

Chu Xueyu stood up gracefully, the see-through fabric of her robe rustling softly against her skin as she narrowed the final distance between them.

She reached up with her slender, warm hands, tenderly caressing the sharp lines of his cheeks with a deeply loving, intensely possessive look. ”You really have grown into a terrifyingly magnificent man, Haoran. I can’t believe I was just holding you in my arms just recently.”

Haoran couldn’t even be bothered to listen to her praise anymore.

His breathing had turned heavy, his pupils locked entirely onto her face as his qi inside his dantian thrummed in perfect, chaotic resonance with her own.

The raw, unadulterated primal hunger he had suppressed during his months of isolated meditation was rapidly reaching its absolute boiling point.

Chu Xueyu smiled beautifully seeing his completely overwhelmed, predatory expression, her thumbs lightly brushing against his lips. ”I originally had a great deal of important family matters and hidden imperial secrets to tell you right now before you leave for the Imperial city... but it seems your mind is currently in absolutely no state to listen to a single lecture, my dear boy.”

She leaned in closer, her damp hair brushing against his shoulder as her scent swarmed his senses, driving his instincts to the absolute brink of control.

”Alright then,” she whispered against his ear, her hands sliding down from his cheeks to pull apart the golden silk ties of his robes. ”Do you want your mother to help you relieve this terrible weight?”

”Please...” Haoran muttered, his voice a low, guttural growl as his hands slammed firmly onto her waist, lifting her entirely off the floor and pinning her against the grand bedpost as the last threads of his composure completely disintegrated into the fire.

The silk of her bathrobe pooled around her like a spilled cloud, the sheer fabric doing nothing to hide the black lace beneath.

Chu Xueyu’s fingers found the edge of Haoran’s robe, the gold thread catching the dim light as she tugged him closer.

He loomed over her, one knee sinking into the mattress, the black and gold fabric of his robe parting to reveal the hard planes of his chest.

She smiled, a slow, wicked smile, and let her legs fall open beneath him.

He leaned down, capturing her mouth with his.

There was no gentle tease, his tongue immediately pushed past her lips, demanding and tasting her.

Her hands slid up his sides, nails dragging over warm skin, and she arched into him, feeling the weight of his body press her deeper into the bed.

His robe fell open completely, the fabric sliding off his shoulders as she bit his lower lip, just hard enough to sting, and he groaned against her mouth.

When he pulled back, a thin line of saliva connected them.

He didn’t wipe it away. Instead, he looked down at her—the bathrobe now twisted, one strap fallen, the black lace bra underneath stark against her pale skin.

He reached out and pushed the robe open further, baring her breasts in their half-cup bra.

The black lace cupped her nipples, just barely covering them as he immediately ran a thumb over one, feeling the hard nub through the delicate fabric.

”You like this,” she breathed, not a question.

”I want to feel your mouth,” he said, his voice low, rough.

She didn’t need more invitation. In one fluid motion, she pushed herself up, guided him onto his back, and straddled his hips.

The robe slipped off her shoulders entirely, bunching around her waist as the black lace panties pressed against the bulge in his robe.

She leaned forward, her hair falling in a dark curtain around his face, and kissed him again, this time much harder, their tongues tangling and fighting for dominion.

After awhile, she began to move downward.

Her lips traced the line of his jaw, the column of his throat, the dip between his collarbones.

She bit gently at the muscle over his chest, then soothed it with her tongue as her hands worked the sash of his robe, freeing it completely, pushing the fabric aside until he was naked beneath her.

His cock stood erect, thick and flushed as the head glistening with a bead of pre-cum.

She didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking once, twice, spreading the moisture.

Then she lowered her mouth, taking the head between her lips, her tongue circled the rim, tasting salt and warmth.

He groaned, his hips twitching. She sank lower, taking him deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallowed him until her nose pressed into his groin.

She held there for a moment, eyes closed, feeling the pulse of his cock against her tongue.

Then she drew back slowly, sucking hard, letting him slide out inch by inch until only the head remained.

She flicked her tongue over the slit before diving down again, faster this time, building a rhythm.

His hand found the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, not forcing her, just holding her like that.

She looked up, meeting his eyes, and saw the hunger there, and in that instant, she knew what he wanted.

She released him with a wet pop, crawled up his body, and turned around.

Now she was facing his feet, her pussy presented just inches above his face as the black lace of her panties was already damp, a dark spot spreading.

She leaned forward and took his cock back into her mouth, while behind her, she felt his hands grip her hips.

He didn’t ask. He just pulled her panties aside, the lace digging into one cheek, and pressed his mouth against her cunt.

She gasped around his cock, his tongue parted her folds, finding her clit with unerring accuracy as he licked in long, flat strokes, then flicked the tip over the sensitive nub.

Her hips bucked, and she took him deeper, bobbing in time with his tongue.

The sixty-nine was a messy, desperate tangle of limbs as her mouth worked his shaft while his lips and tongue worked her pussy.

She could taste her own wetness on his skin when she licked from head to balls, taking one testicle into her mouth, then the other.

He groaned against her, the vibration traveling straight to her clit.

She moaned around his cock, and he answered by sliding two fingers inside her.

He curled them, finding that spot, pressing while he sucked on her clit, causing her rhythm faltered, but she refused to stop.

She took him as deep as she could, her throat convulsing around him, drool running down his shaft.

When she felt the pressure building, her own orgasm coiling tight in her belly, she pulled away, panting.

”Not yet,” she said, voice husky. She turned around, straddling his chest. His face was slick with her, his lips wet.

She leaned forward, letting her breasts hang over his mouth as he took the hint immediately.

His hands cupped the lace-covered mounds, pushing them together, and he buried his face between them.

He licked the valley, then pulled one bra cup down, freeing a nipple as he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue rough against the sensitive peak.

She ground her hips against his chest, the lace of his robe rubbing against her clit.

”Harder,” she said.

He bit down on her nipple, just shy of pain, and she cried out.

Then he moved to the other, giving it the same treatment while his hands groped her tits, kneading, squeezing.

The black lace was soaked now, both from her cunt, from his mouth.

”Now my feet,” she whispered, a wicked glint in her eyes.

He didn’t hesitate.

She lay back, lifting her legs, pressing the soles of her feet against his chest as he took one foot in his hands, brought it to his mouth, and kissed the arch.

Then he parted her toes, tongue sliding between them, tasting the salt of her skin.

She shivered. He sucked on one big toe, then the next, taking them deep into his mouth.

While he licked her foot, she reached between her legs, fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow circles.

He watched her, his eyes dark as he released her foot and guided her other foot to his cock.

She understood. She pressed the sole of her foot against the shaft, sliding up and down, the skin smooth and warm as pre-cum smeared against her arch.

He gasped, thrusting into the pressure, fucking her foot.

She used both feet now, sandwiching his cock between them as he fucked her foot-job with abandon, his balls slapping against her heel.

She kept rubbing her clit with one hand, watching him lose control.

”You’re going to cum on my feet,” she said, a command.

He groaned, a guttural sound, and his body tensed as cum shot out, hot and thick, splashing against her soles, her toes, dripping down the sides.

She kept her feet moving, milking every drop, until he collapsed forward, breath ragged.

She didn’t let him rest and immediately pulled him up, pressed his mouth to hers, tasting his own cum on her lips.

Then she rolled him onto his back, climbed on top, and lowered herself onto his still-hard cock.

She rode him slow at first, feeling every inch of him inside her, the black lace of her panties pushed aside, her cunt gripping him.

”Have you calmed down?” she murmured, leaning down to kiss his chest. ”Or do you want me to continue?”

Haoran stared at her, and she smiled.