Chapter 613: Sex Friend? (3)
Chapter 613: Chapter 613: Sex Friend? (3)
The Empress’s study was quiet and tidy.
Tall windows allowed the afternoon light to stream gently through thin silk screens.
A large blackwood desk was piled high with documents, and thick red carpets adorned the floor.
The air in this room carried a subtle scent of sandalwood and ink, now mingling with... another aroma.
Outside the heavy doors, a guard’s voice could be heard only as a distant murmur.
Inside, however, the only clear sound was the wet, steady rhythm coming from somewhere.
Slurp...
Slurp...
Slurp...
"Oh~ this is... indeed... relaxing..."
Li Feng let out a sigh of pleasure as he leaned back in the tall chair, his lower robes open and pushed to the side, his legs spread apart in a relaxed, almost lazy posture.
His head lay against the chair, eyes half-closed, breathing slowly and deeply as his hands rested loosely on the armrests.
Between his knees, Fen Ling knelt on the carpet, head stucked to his groin, rising and falling in a slow, sensual rhythm.
Her phoenix robes of deep crimson and gold were still layered neatly around her seductive frame, embroidered dragons winding along the sleeves.
Even on her knees she carried herself with unmistakable dignity; every line of her attire remained sharp and noble.
Her long black hair was neatly tied back, with delicate golden ornaments catching the afternoon light.
Small pieces of jewelry woven into her hair made a faint, delicate clicking sound whenever she moved her head.
Li Feng, lost in the wet, pleasant sensation around his little brother, opened his eyes and looked down..
From above, the sight was even more striking.
Right now... the Empress of the Fen Dynasty was on her knees between his legs.
Her mature and beautiful face remained calm and focused, with a few strands of hair lightly clinging to her cheek.
Her seductive red lips currently wrapped tightly around his thick shaft, wet and stretched.
Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she moved her head up and down at a slow, steady pace.
She didn’t appear panicked or ashamed; instead, she looked calm, as though this was just another issue she had chosen to resolve appropriately.
Slurp...
Slurp...
Slurp...
Soft, wet sounds continued to fill the quiet room.
Li Feng’s breath grew heavier.
His fingers curled once against the chair’s wood, yet he remained motionless.
He watched her take him in again, watched that dignified face stay composed even while her mouth worked him, and a lazy smile tugged at his lips.
"...Your Highness," he murmured, voice low, "you still look far too noble for this."
Fen Ling’s mouth was currently stretched wide around his thick little brother as she sank down again, red lips glossy and taut.
Then she glanced up through her lashes.
For a moment her dark eyes met his.
And the corners of her mouth curved into a small, knowing smile.
Then she took him deeper.
Gluck...
"Ohh~..."
Hearing that groan, Fen Ling found the situation rather amusing.
After living for so many years as a cultivator, she had witnessed and experienced countless strange things.
Compared to all that, this was strangely... ordinary and so mundane.
Mortal pleasure, when stripped of all its mystery, was simply the interaction between two bodies... heat, sensation, and a simple exchange of pleasure.
Yet, from another perspective, it was also rather interesting.
As someone who also walked the path of body tempering, she had spent centuries studying the human body from the perspective of cultivation.
She understood meridians, the dantian, blood circulation, spiritual roots, and countless other mysteries of the flesh.
She could identify subtle changes in a person’s body merely by observing their breathing or sensing their spiritual energy.
But there were still aspects of mortal biology she had never bothered to examine closely.
’So this is how this part works...’
The thick length filling her mouth and throat was warmer than she had expected, and far more responsive than when she used her hand.
Every time her tongue pressed along the underside, she felt it twitch... an involuntary pulse that traveled from base to tip.
Blood rushed into it with each heartbeat; she could feel the vessels swell against her palate.
Fen Ling realized it was not merely a tool for dual cultivation or reproduction.
It was a living, complex organ that responded directly to the sensations she caused, changing with his arousal.
Despite herself, Fen Ling’s curiosity grew.
It felt almost like discovering an unfamiliar mechanism within an ancient artifact.
Nothing profound, nothing related to cultivation or the mysteries of the heavens, just another peculiar function of the mortal body.
The realization amused her.
Fen Ling slowly lifted her gaze toward Li Feng.
The sight before her only deepened her amusement.
Li Feng had always been able to maintain perfect composure, whether facing powerful cultivators or terrifying enemies.
Yet now, that usual calm had been replaced by an expression of unmistakable pleasure, a faintly lewd smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
All that power, all that reputation... and yet something so simple and biological could still put such an expression on his face.
The contrast was almost comical.
To Fen Ling, it was merely another ordinary reaction of the mortal body.
The fact that something so mundane could affect a man as formidable as Li Feng amused her far more than she had expected.
A mischievous thought suddenly crossed Fen Ling’s mind.
’I wonder... how much further could I push that reaction?’
As a powerful cultivator with a dragon bloodline, her senses were far beyond those of an ordinary cultivator.
She could perceive the faintest change in breathing, detect the slightest acceleration of a heartbeat, and sense subtle fluctuations in qi almost as clearly as sound.
To her, the human body was practically an open book... much less when she could feel him this clearly with that thick length inside her mouth.
Then she decided to simply test it.
"Hmm...?"
Li Feng, who had been enjoying himself, suddenly noticed the change and looked down.
Before he could ask what she was doing, Fen Ling’s hands wrapped around his thighs.
Her crimson eyes glinted with a hint of mischief before she lowered her head again.
Gluck...!
Li Feng’s eyes widened.
His waist jerked involuntarily, and one leg lifted slightly from the sudden reaction.
"Oh... Your Highness...!"
His hand subconsciously caught her head.