Yin Qi! Yang Qi! (4)
Hong Yeonhwa stomped her little feet, her face twisted in utter confusion.
"This lady's... this lady's...!"
You said it was fine...? She must've talked herself into it logically, but seeing the real thing right in front of her eyes? Yeah, not okay.
I was just about to stroke her head to soothe her when her eyes suddenly sharpened.
She glared daggers at my cock, still glistening with Paeng Soso's pussy juices, then—as if she'd made some grand resolution—rushed over and squatted down right in front of me.
...Spreading her legs wide in an M shape, no less.
With her massive tits and dripping pussy on full display in that bitch-in-heat pose, Hong Yeonhwa swallowed hard.
"What the hell are you—ngh!"
"Hmph."
Before I could finish, the soft, wet sensation enveloped my glans.
Hong Yeonhwa had engulfed my cock in one go and started licking it with her tongue.
Slurp... sluuuurp...
Having just cum, my tip was hypersensitive, and her tongue work was overwhelmingly intense.
I fought back the pleasure as she targeted every sensitive spot, tapping her crown rhythmically.
"Wh-where'd you learn something like this?"
Slurp...?
Hong Yeonhwa looked up at me, my cock still in her mouth.
Our eyes met—those pretty pink irises—and she slowly pulled off, a long string of saliva trailing down to her chin, which she ignored as she spoke.
"Of course, I learned it from you, didn't I."
She said it as flatly as if stating that platypus milk and human milk had the same composition—pure fact.
But what I'd taught her was deepthroating, not tongue play...?
"What're you talking about? I haven't even... oh."
Come to think of it, I'd licked her pussy once when she was doing a handstand balance.
I'd just realized the difference between giving and receiving.
Her technique was eerily similar to what I'd done to her before.
"Impressive. You memorized it perfectly on the first try?"
"Hmph! Who do you take this lady for? This is child's play—like eating cold dumplings. Unlike some child who needs her hips lifted every time!"
Fair enough. She was the Heavenly Demon, after all. She'd excel at anything physical.
I hadn't expected her talents to shine in fellatio, though.
And that last jab was definitely aimed at Paeng Soso, right?
I patted her cute helmet-head again and asked.
"I'm not complaining, but... what brought this on? You came at me with that serious glare—I thought you were gonna bite it off. Had me scared for a sec."
"As if this lady would do something so barbaric. This is... merely cleaning."
Cleaning blowjob? What era-defying logic was this?
While I reeled, she continued.
"Once this lady cleans it spotless with her saliva, we'll do exactly what you did with that girl just now."
"Gotta?"
"That way, you'll realize this lady can make you feel even better. You just lie back and keep that cock hard."
With eyes laced with jealousy and possessiveness, she engulfed me again.
She sucked hard enough to make popping sounds, cleaning as promised.
Sluuurp...
"Ngh."
My half-flaccid dick stiffened right up, and like she'd been waiting, she pointed her tongue to poke at my urethra.
Mimicking how I'd tongue-fucked her depths before... It sucked out every last drop of leftover cum, the pleasure pulling from the root intense enough to feel like it was being yanked out.
Before long, I felt the faint stirrings of another orgasm.
But Hong Yeonhwa wouldn't let me cum like that.
"Pfha!"
She pulled off just before, grinning mischievously as she stroked her lower belly slowly.
"Swallowing your essence is fine, but for this lady... this feels better. We still need to verify the dual cultivation technique, don't we?"
She shook her ass temptingly as she turned toward the back wall.
Swish, swish.
Probably conscious of Paeng Soso's hips... Yeah. Plump and cute.
Well, her tiny frame made it inevitable. Not a flaw—just proportions.
>
Except for those tits jiggling along with it.
Interrupted midway, I ached to scoop her up and pound her womb full for three straight hours, but I soothed the urge by watching those swaying breasts as I stood and followed.
By then, Hong Yeonhwa had braced her hands against the wall Paeng Soso had used, sticking out her cute ass.
The invitation was crystal clear.
My cock twitched in anticipation as I positioned behind her, and she wiggled her hips teasingly.
Put it in already.
Come to think of it, was this our first time doing it from behind?
I fondled her baby-soft cheeks before spreading them wide with a smack.
"Nngh..."
Thanks to her blocking it properly earlier, some of my cum still lingered inside her pussy.
Perfect lube—I lined up to thrust in...
"Uh, hmm."
"What's wrong? Hurry and put it in. I've learned a new dual cultivation move—it'll feel even better."
Tempting as hell, but there was a fatal flaw.
Tap tap.
I drummed my saliva-slick cock against her tailbone.
"Our heights don't match."
"What...?"
"The height difference is too much."
Sure, if I spread my legs, maybe. But thrusting would be awkward. Lifting a leg or shifting might work, but like this? No angle.
"......"
Hong Yeonhwa glanced between me and herself, her eyes trembling.
Her face darkened rapidly.
"This lady... this lady..."
She was on the verge of tears—barely holding back.
I scooped her up in a flash and spun her around once.
"No need to feel that bad. Like I said before, you're my number one, Yeonhwa."
"......"
"How about on the bed instead? On all fours? We could do it doggy then."
"...The Heavenly Demon does not kneel."
Tch. I'd heard that one before.
No choice.
"Then like this? Paeng won't be able to handle full nelson or anything. It's just for us."
"...No. That's not the issue."
Then what is the issue?
I bit back the question when I saw her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk.
Flail flail.
She wriggled free, grabbed my hand with her tiny one, and yanked.
"Come here."
She dragged me back to the bed.
Grunting, she shoved the soundly sleeping Paeng Soso into the corner, then—"Hya!"—tumbled me onto the bed too.
"Scoot over a bit more. A little further."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Now relax."
I had no idea what she was planning, but I followed along.
Ended up lying side-by-side with sleeping Paeng Soso.
"Like this..."
Straddling my waist in an awkward straddle, Hong Yeonhwa wriggled until my cock rubbed against her pussy.
"Hngh..."
Soon, my glans parted her tight folds.
Perfectly warm, squeezing just right—not too much, not too little.
Hong Yeonhwa's pussy—never gets old.
After a few trial nudges, she nailed the entrance and sank down, gazing imperiously at me.
Usually I looked down, she looked up. This reversal felt... weird.
The cowgirl position amplified it.
"I've changed my mind!"
"To what?"
She glanced between me and Paeng Soso, raising both hands triumphantly.
"Tonight, you're not fucking this lady. This lady is fucking you!"
She struck a pose begging for applause, so I clapped.
"Whoa~"
Clap clap clap.
Her sullen expression finally melted.
(Note: Still squatting M-legs to avoid knee contact. Wonder when she'll realize this pose is hornier. Definitely not today.)
After a suitable insertion time, the Sun and Moon Star Cycle Gong kicked in—energy stirring in my lower body on its own.
Hong Yeonhwa felt it too, stroking my belly softly before leaning in to whisper in my ear.
"I'll make sure you never forget who you belong to."
With that loaded line, her hips began to move.
Squelch squelch.
"Haaang..."
Using her flowing juices and leftover cum as lube, she pistoned relentlessly from the start.
"Huu..."
Her folds milking me actively felt different from my thrusts—whether from her control or those spread legs, the suction on the outstroke was exquisite.
Squelch squelch.
No need to move or guess her spots, so I glanced around.
She leaned forward, hands on my chest. Sitting up meant her tits hung down, gravity making them swell even larger and prettier—no sideways spill.
Slap slap.
They jiggled with every thrust, syncing with flesh smacking flesh; sometimes her hardened nipples tickled my abs. Driving me insane.
I reached out and tugged a nipple.
"Haaahk!"
Her pussy clenched harder.
And that wasn't all. Yin and yang energies cycled between us, amplifying pleasure with each loop.
Squish squish.
"Nngh! Haak! Haaang!"
Vulgar moans poured from her as she ground like a cat-frog hybrid.
Glassy eyes. Drool dripping drop by drop. Nipple-controlled squeezes.
Yet her gaze stayed locked on me—like memorizing every sensitive spot, every reaction I loved.
I focused on feeling her body, and orgasm built fast—barely any movement.
Splash splash.
She was close too; juices soaked our junction.
No need to hold back—I flooded her depths.
She clenched in response, cresting her peak.
Spasm spasm.
"Aaaaaang!"
But her grinding didn't stop.
I didn't stop her either.
Built-up tension, or the Gong's boost—we could go more.
Squelch squelch.
White foam leaked from our join, but she kept shaking her hips.
"Huu! Ngah! Hiiik!"
Post-nut sensitivity sped us to the next climax.
. . . . . .
How many rounds was that?
Sensing the finale, Hong Yeonhwa slammed down deep.
"Hiiiik!"
"Ngh..."
My glans battered her cervix; we shuddered together.
Seeing my reaction, she slyly curved her eyes.
"Huerk!"
Until now up-down; now she circled her hips like a grinder, stimulating my tip against her womb mouth.
Begging for cum.
Realizing it, even knowing it was the last, I couldn't hold.
"Gonna cum again!"
Splurt spluuurt—
Cum battering her cervix broke her; she convulsed wildly to orgasm.
"Hiyaaaaang!"
Her pussy milked every last drop.
Not huge volume anymore, but decent—I caught her as she collapsed forward.
Tits hit first. Something about that...
"Ahh... haa... uuh..."
I patted her back as she buried her face in my neck, panting raggedly.
Moments later, somewhat recovered, she nibbled my earlobe.
"Mmm... you. How was it? Between that girl and this lady, who felt better?"
"You, obviously, Yeonhwa."
We'd fucked how many times? She knew my spots like I knew hers.
Plus the Gong's amplification, no pulling out, continuous... I could've gone all day.
Satisfied, she beamed the happiest smile, rubbing her cheek against mine furiously.
"Nngheheng..."
As I stroked her hair, savoring the afterglow, crushing drowsiness hit.
Drained to the bone—like a marathon sprint.
"......"
Oh, Hong Yeonhwa had passed out ages ago.
...Cleanup later, all together.
With that optimistic thought, I surrendered to sleep.