Chapter 614: Sex Friend? (4)
Chapter 614: Chapter 614: Sex Friend? (4)
Fen Ling noticed, and she took the contact as permission and began to suck in earnest.
Gluck...!
Gluck...!
Gluck...!
The sounds changed.
It was no longer the soft, unhurried slurp of earlier.
Now her throat opened for him on every descent... wet, tight, and yielding.
Each stroke ended in a deep, muffled gluck as the head of his little brother pressed into her throat and her muscles worked around it, squeezing and rippling as if she meant to wring every last bit of pleasure a mouth could give.
Saliva ran down the shaft in thin, shining lines.
Her lips stayed sealed and her expression stayed calm and focused.
"Uhh... T-This...! Ohh~"
Li Feng gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure as another wave of pleasure ran through him.
It was almost as though Fen Ling understood the human body better than he did himself.
Every subtle change, every reaction... she seemed to notice them instantly.
Worse, she appeared to know exactly how to use that knowledge to push his pleasure higher and higher, as though she were deliberately testing the limits.
Li Feng’s waist began to squirm as her head bobbed up and down intensely.
He subconsciously tried to escape that intense pleasure by pushing her head, but it was as firm as a mountain, as if Fen Ling were determined to squeeze everything out with her mouth.
’This is... insane!’
For perhaps the first time in years, Li Feng found himself completely unable to maintain his usual composure.
He never thought a mouth could actually feel so good—no, this wasn’t a mouth, but... a sucking monster!
Feeling that sensation rising rapidly like a wave of flood, Li Feng’s breath broke as he truly felt a little scared.
For the first time, a trace of genuine alarm appeared in his eyes.
Normally, Li Feng could keep his desires somewhat under control, even during his moments of indulgence.
His cultivation had given him an extraordinary degree of control over both his body and mind.
But this time...
This was unstoppable!
The sucking monster kept finding the right spot.
The sensation built without pause, a tight, rising pressure that left Li Feng with the unfamiliar feeling that he was rapidly losing control of his own body.
"Your Highness...! Wait... Wait...!"
He squirmed in the chair, hips twisting, one foot scraping against the carpet.
It did nothing.
Fen Ling’s hands stayed locked on his thighs, her head stayed locked over him, and the wet heat of her throat did not give him even a moment’s mercy.
Her crimson eyes seemed to glow in the afternoon light as she began to bob faster.
The golden ornaments in her hair clicked louder and louder until—
"Ughh—!!"
Li Feng’s breath shattered as his face twisted in pleasure.
His waist arched like a bow.
Every muscle from his stomach to his thighs went tight.
His hand clenched hard in her hair, and then the first uncontrollable ejaculation exploded.
SPURT!
SPURT!
SPURT!
"Mmm...?"
Fen Ling could feel the hot and thick viscous liquid as it shot straight into her throat.
But Fen Ling did not flinch as she sealed her lips at the root and swallowed.
Li Feng’s hips jerked helplessly against her hold, each spurt forced out by the relentless suction of that sucking monster wearing an empress’s face.
"This is... insane...!"
He gritted his teeth.
He could feel his seed being sucked out of him... not merely released, but pulled, milked, drawn forth in thick, helpless jets as if her mouth had decided it would take everything and leave him nothing.
It was so pleasurable it no longer felt like something a human body should be able to bring out.
After a few minutes of that intense, almost unbearable pleasure, Li Feng’s waist finally dropped.
He slumped back into the chair, his thighs trembling before going slack.
The hand that had been clenched in her hair loosened, falling to the armrest with a faint tremor in his fingers.
"Haaa... haaa... Damn."
Rough, uneven breaths filled the quiet study.
Li Feng turned his gaze toward that sucking monster and noticed Fen Ling still tormenting his little brother there, as if she had noticed it was still hiding a secret ’stash’ of its essence.
Li Feng offered a wry smile at her dedication.
Then,
Leaning forward slightly, he slipped his hand into the layered crimson and gold of her robes.
Finding the warm cleft of her cleavage, he pushed the silk aside just enough to reveal the bare, soft, full flesh that immediately filled his palm.
He began to mold her breast with unhurried fingers, thumb brushing the harden bead, squeezing lazily, as if this too were only another pleasant thing to do while he recovered.
Fen Ling glanced at the hands in her robe, yet she didn’t seem to care as she was focusing on finding the last bit of seed she could still sense inside that thick length.
The last thin traces of seed her cultivator’s perception and her pride refused to ignore.
"Haa..."
Li Feng now rested his face on her back as he leaned down fully, with both hands inside her robe, squeezing her amazingly soft breasts while enjoying Fen Ling’s dedicated mouth and inhaling her intoxicating fragrance.
The scene was strangely bizarre, yet... somehow harmonious.
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Time seemed to pass.
The soft afternoon light gradually faded, and the sky beyond the palace windows turned a warm orange as the sun began to set.
Outside the Empress’s study, Han Wei stood near the entrance, casually chatting with a newly arrived guard who had come to take over the next shift.
At first, he paid little attention to how much time had passed.
But eventually, his gaze drifted toward the tightly closed doors as he frowned slightly.
His master had been inside for quite a while.
’Strange...’
Han Wei glanced at the doors again.
He knew Li Feng had come here to meet the Empress, and he had no reason to question his master’s affairs.
Still... this was taking far longer than he had expected.
Han Wei’s eyes widened as a sudden thought flashed through his mind.
’Could it be... something happened to Master and he is in danger?!’
The Empress was a powerful cultivator herself, and although Han Wei trusted his master’s strength, he knew better than anyone that there were countless ways even a powerful cultivator could be caught off guard.
A faint unease settled in his chest.
’No... I have to investigate!’
Han Wei straightened immediately.
He exchanged a quick glance with the new guard before turning toward the room.
His expression was serious.
If something had happened to his master, he couldn’t simply stand outside and do nothing.
Soon,
Han Wei approached the door and knocked, calling out, "...Master?"
There was no reply, causing him to frown as a sense of unease grew within him.
He called out again, "Master?" but still received no response.
Han Wei gritted his teeth.
He was just about to force the door open when—
Click...
The door suddenly moved from the inside.
Creak...
Then, it slowly opened.
Han Wei froze as he saw Li Feng step out.
The moment Han Wei saw that his master was unharmed, his eyes brightened with relief.
"Master! You’re safe!"
The worry that had been weighing on Han Wei finally eased.
However, as he examined Li Feng more closely, he couldn’t help but notice something peculiar.
His master’s expression appeared somewhat... drained.
And was it just him, or did Li Feng’s cheeks look slightly hollow?
He didn’t look injured or weak.
He simply looked completely devoid of emotion.
There was an unusual stillness in Li Feng’s eyes, as though his mind had been emptied of every worldly thought.
Han Wei stared at him.
’Could it be...’
His eyes widened.
’Has Master reached enlightenment?!’
That expression... that complete emptiness...
It was almost as if Li Feng had seen through all worldly desires and entered some profound state of enlightenment.
Han Wei’s admiration immediately surged.
’As expected of my master!’
Even a private meeting with the Empress could somehow become an opportunity for enlightenment!