Afterglow in the Ward
At half past eleven, the two of them lay in silence in the hospital room, basking in the afterglow.
Xu Ruizhi sprawled on the bed, body still, but his hand roamed Song Lianwei's chest, fondling those two pale, soft mounds. He seemed utterly focused, as if committing the shape and feel of her breasts to memory through touch alone.
"Had enough yet?"
Song Lianwei's voice was soft as she asked. Her mood was calm now—perhaps because she'd just shared the most intimate act between man and woman, leaving little room for resistance. Her tone came out gentle, almost tender.
Xu Ruizhi acted like he hadn't heard, continuing to tease the little red berries at her chest.
Song Lianwei sighed and stretched out her slender, smooth arm to wrap around his lean waist.
"Sigh, your mom's about to come back. What are we gonna do?" She nestled her face against his chest as she spoke.
Xu Ruizhi finally withdrew his wandering hand from her breasts. He leaned down and captured her pink, delicate lips in a kiss.
"What's there to fear? We'll handle whatever comes." He mumbled reassurances between kisses. "Don't worry. I've got you."
"But..." Song Lianwei suddenly laughed. She lifted her head, hooked her arms around his neck, and whispered hotly in his ear, her breath like orchid perfume. "I slept with her underage son. Think... she'll hate me forever?"
Xu Ruizhi paused, then couldn't help chuckling. He laughed softly. "Come on, you two have known each other for years, been through thick and thin together. Mom wouldn't flip out over this. Besides, you're the victim here—gave me your first out of necessity. Can't let me end up crippled, right..."
He added sheepishly, "Bottom line, it was my fault for being careless. Sorry, Aunt Song."
Song Lianwei shook her head. "I'm not blaming you. Just... gonna be awkward seeing Zhurou from now on. After all..."
Her cheeks flushed as she continued awkwardly, "She's my best friend, and now I've stolen her precious boy—still a minor! Old cow munching tender grass? What a mess..."
Seeing her flustered like that, Xu Ruizhi burst out laughing.
"Hey!" Song Lianwei shot him a glare, huffing. "What's so funny? This is all your fault."
Xu Ruizhi quickly stifled his grin, pulled her close, and murmured in her ear, "You're not old at all... Truth is, I've liked you for ages, just never had the chance to say it. When I heard you had a boyfriend, I was furious. That rich kid—what makes him worthy of you? I'm the one who loves you most."
Song Lianwei blinked, caught off guard by the sudden confession. "You... you've had a crush on me all this time?"
Xu Ruizhi nodded. "You're so beautiful, so gentle and caring with me. My eyes work fine—how could I not like you?"
His sweet words melted her. Fresh from her first time, she was in a vulnerable state, and his earnest affection hit her hard. No woman, no matter how mature or strong-willed, could resist a spark of girlish romance. At thirty, Song Lianwei still harbored that innocent core. She went dizzy with delight, her face blooming pink as peach blossoms. Xu Ruizhi could even feel the heat of her breath.
...
"Hey, how're you feeling now? Head still dizzy? Throat still hurt?" Xu Ruizhi asked with concern.
Song Lianwei shook her head, smiling. "I'm fine. Feel refreshed—the sleeping pill side effects are all gone."
But she tugged the blanket tight around her curvaceous form, as if guarding against him.
Xu Ruizhi caught her wary yet coquettish little move and chuckled helplessly. "Aunt Song, we've already gone this far. We've done everything—what haven't I seen? Why hide now?"
Song Lianwei shot back indignantly, "Who says doing that means we have to bare it all?"
Xu Ruizhi stared at her shy, womanly demeanor, stunned. Was this the decisive, elegant Aunt Song he knew?
Before he could respond, she urged, "Come on, Zhurou's almost back. If she walks in and sees us naked together, I'll die of embarrassment."
Xu Ruizhi suddenly sat up and yanked the thin blanket off her, exposing her body. Song Lianwei yelped in surprise.
He stared at her figure and froze. Her skin was covered in dark, splotchy impurities, some areas even bruised.
During their dual cultivation earlier, the impurities had been expelled from her body, leaving her filthy.
Song Lianwei snatched the blanket back to cover herself, yelling at him, "Don't look! Turn around!"
Xu Ruizhi finally got it—he'd misunderstood her intent. He laughed. "No wonder you're so shy, clutching the blanket. Why didn't you say? I'll clean you up."
"No!" Song Lianwei refused flat-out. No way she'd let him see her like this.
"It's no trouble. Just needs Qingshui Jue." With that, he pulled the blanket away again and began silently reciting the incantation to cleanse her.
"Stop!" Song Lianwei cut him off, half-annoyed, half-embarrassed. "First time using Qingshui Jue?"
"Huh?" Xu Ruizhi looked baffled, not getting the sudden shift.
Song Lianwei smiled. "If it's your first, try it on yourself. See how it works."
Xu Ruizhi nodded, black lines on his forehead. He stood on the bed, closed his eyes, and chanted.
Song Lianwei watched his naked, toned muscles—balanced and firm—especially that massive thing between his legs. Her face burned. How did that even fit inside me? she wondered silently.
Xu Ruizhi finished chanting. A mist of water burst from his palm, flowing over his body, soaking every inch of skin. Strangely, his T-shirt stayed dry, like it was shielded by an invisible barrier.
Song Lianwei watched in awe. "Incredible!"
The mist washed away the grime until his skin gleamed like a newborn's—flawless, white, and crystalline.
Xu Ruizhi opened his eyes, glanced down at his smooth skin, and flashed surprise before wryly smiling. "Guess I'm destined to be the handsomest pretty boy in the cultivation world."
Song Lianwei, who'd been shy, burst out laughing, her smile radiant.
"What? Am I not handsome?" Xu Ruizhi feigned offense.
She reached out, tracing his chest with slender fingers, smirking mischievously. "Oh, you're handsome alright. Prettier than a girl."
Her teasing tone delighted him. Big difference before and after bed—the poised, noble Aunt Song was now a seductive vixen, full of playful fire.
He knew she'd subconsciously accepted him as her man, letting her tease and pout. Like his mom, she was conservative and traditional—hard to win, but once you did, her loyalty was absolute. Her tenderness, care, and forgiveness—all yours alone.
Betray her, and she'd never forgive.
"Alright, alright, up you get. I'll use Qingshui Jue to clean you off. You're ruining Dr. Song's elegant image like this."
He itched to smack her plump ass for the teasing but held back—covered in grime. Instead, he prodded her.
Song Lianwei couldn't ignore the stench anymore. She stood slowly.
Xu Ruizhi eyed her naked form. Grimy, yes, but the perfect curves shone through—especially those full peaks, tempting him to devour.
She caught his look and glared, blushing furiously. "Brat, haven't seen enough? What's attractive about this mess of filth?"
Xu Ruizhi coughed awkwardly. "No... you still look good. Especially those big tits—they're..."
"Shut up and use Qingshui Jue already! Enough chatter!" Song Lianwei snapped.
"Got it!" He prepared to channel the spell, glancing down—and spotting the bloodstained adult diaper on the bed.
Song Lianwei followed his gaze and flushed crimson.
She bent to grab it, unwittingly exposing her full, alluring ass cheeks and the valley between her thighs. Xu Ruizhi stared, dazed. If I snuck it in now while she's not looking... into that peach blossom nectar...
So damn thrilling...
He swallowed hard, shoving the urge down.
As Song Lianwei straightened with the diaper, her mouth brushed his glans. The wet, hot lips jolted him. If Aunt Song gave me a blowjob...
She yelped, jumping back, cheeks blazing as she glared. "Pervert!"
Xu Ruizhi snapped out of it, grinning sheepishly. "Sorry, not on purpose. You're just too tempting—even covered in grime, you can't hide that charm!"
"Gross!"
Song Lianwei waved him off in disgust, hesitated, then hopped off barefoot. She tossed the diaper in the trash, hiding the bloody liner, and climbed back naked, urging, "Hurry with Qingshui Jue. No more stalling."
She'd made peace with it. What happened, happened. No point dwelling—better to own it. She didn't hate the brat; hell, she might even... like him?
No need to play coy. She wasn't some blushing girl anymore.
"..."
Xu Ruizhi blinked, thrown by her sudden shift from shy to nonchalant. But deep down, joy bubbled up. She'd accepted him—that explained the quick change.
Relieved, he exhaled and channeled the spell. Moments later, white mist formed at his palm, gathering into a water stream.
"Go!"
With a soft command, the stream shot toward Song Lianwei.
She held her breath, letting it envelop her. Cool comfort washed over like a hot spring soak—pores relaxing, warm flow stripping away grime. She nearly moaned.
Xu Ruizhi was nearing Qi Refining Early peak, her yin essence a huge boost. Qingshui Jue was minor, but even minors needed mid-to-late Qi Refining.
Thanks to Huangdi Neijing's power and its mental aid in filtering qi, he managed twice—more efficient, less waste.
Still, he felt drained. Fresh to Qi Refining Early, his basics crude, it strained him. He focused mind on directing the flow, lest a slip knock her over.
Finally, he wiped sweat from his brow, face pale, gasping. "Done."
Huge drain on qi and spirit—his fresh qi depleted entirely.
"You okay?" Song Lianwei asked worriedly, steadying his wobbly frame.
Xu Ruizhi weakly shook his head. "Fine. Just overdid the spell. Meditate a bit, good as new."
His eyes lit up at her naked body.
Clean now—breasts snowy jade, skin silky satin. The twin peaks thrust skyward, glowing pink under lights with a pearly sheen. Cherry tips begged plucking. Her arm felt their soft pressure, magnetic.
Down to long, flawless legs—white, slender, ankles dotted with pearl-like droplets. That ripe ass, pert curve screaming to be gripped. Mature allure, plus raven hair cascading over stunning features—soul-stealing.
Even prepared, Xu Ruizhi gawked. Song Lianwei blushed under his stare. He lost it—throat bobbed, then he pounced, pinning her to the bed.
Caught off guard, she startled. Before reacting, his lips crashed on hers, tongue invading, tangling.
She struggled briefly, then surrendered, eyes closing, hands on his chest as he claimed her.
They kissed passionately, him straddling her waist, cock pressing her peaks.
"Mmm... ahh..." Song Lianwei moaned softly, eyes glazing as she met his kiss amid the strange thrill. His breath grew ragged, hands sliding from shoulders down her jade-smooth skin.
Hot palms trailed lower, heart fluttering. She squirmed, half-protesting, but he couldn't stop—hands reached her full globes, kneading fiercely.
Her body tensed, gripping his arms. Mouth opened to cry out—but he sealed it.
...
The long kiss ended. He lifted, a silver thread stretching from their wet lips. Eyes burning, he panted at her beneath. "Aunt Song, I used up all my qi for you. Big sacrifice—how'll you repay me?"
Song Lianwei gulped air, eyes hazy, murmuring instinctively, "Hm? Repay how?"
He grinned, whispering, "Titjob!"
Before she processed, he thrust—his huge cock plunged into her deep cleavage.
"Hiss—" Bliss hit; soft, warm breasts enveloped him, silky smooth. He shuddered all over.
Song Lianwei's daze snapped, face scarlet as she glared up. "Brat, what the hell?"
Xu Ruizhi grinned wickedly, teeth flashing. "Titjob, duh."
He thrust again, pumping hard.
Hands squeezing her tits around his shaft, waves of tingling ecstasy made him want to howl.
"Plap~ Plap~ Plap~" Wet slaps echoed with jiggling flesh waves, glans bumping her lips teasingly each time.
Song Lianwei bit her lip, turning away, refusing to watch the little devil. But her flushing face betrayed her turmoil.
His actions were mortifying. She didn't mind the sensation, but a teen riding her chest? As a mature woman... too shameful to voice!
He pounded wildly, her lubed tits deforming, quivering, slamming his cock relentlessly.
"Plap~ Plap~ Plap~ Plap..."
Faster, harder—pleasure surged. These premium tits—so bouncy, soft. Made for this!
Squeezing her full breasts, the quiet room filled with slaps, gasps, moans—erotic symphony.
He glanced at her—cheeks flushed, eyes sultry, lost in lust. Satisfaction swelled.
Suddenly, her sexy red lips parted invitingly.
Bold idea struck. Still thrusting, he said, "Aunt Song, I'm dying here. Help a guy out?"
Half-dazed, she laughed angrily. "You little shit, actually asking me to...!"
He blinked pitifully. "Mom's coming back. If I don't finish quick and she catches us... I'm dead."
Song Lianwei rolled her eyes. If not for him rutting on her, she'd buy it!
He wheedled, "Please, Aunt Song? She's almost here. Halfway and no release hurts, bad for health. Help me out, pretty please..."
She sighed, patting his ass. "Fine, owe you one. How?"
Ecstatic, he stopped, grabbed her boneless hands, placed them on her peaks. "Like this—rub gently."
She complied, squeezing softly.
"Hiss~" He twitched, hips bucking slowly. "Ahh~ Hiss~"
"Aunt Song, don't stop—keep rubbing!"
Urged on, she kneaded harder. He ramped up, hammering her full breasts.
She endured the pleasure passively, grinding her tits up and down, ears straining for the door—terrified Yang Zhurou might burst in.
His thrusts deepened. Growling, "Suck it! Lick with your tongue tip!"
She frowned at the glans emerging, beaded with precum, then at his flushed, desperate face. He was close.
Sighing, "You just love ruining me."
Eyes shut, she engulfed the rough, hot glans, tongue swirling his thick head, teasing every inch.
Her warm, wet tongue made him squint in ecstasy. He ground faster, urging, "Lick more! Deeper—yes, there! Suck hard!"
She obeyed, tongue exploring sensitively, even flicking his slit.
"Hiss~ Aunt Song, you're a pro. Watched porn?" He hummed, teasing.
Her face burned. Guilty—she'd peeked at adult films with friends as girls, blushing furiously. Now using it on him? Mortifying.
Seeing her humiliated yet dutifully sucking fueled his conquest rush. First time seeing saucy Aunt Song like this.
Thrusts accelerated. Grunts deepened. Panting, "Can I cum in your mouth?"
She shook her head, glared, sucked harder.
"Mmm~ My cum's not bad—trust me!" He thrust on.
Suddenly!
Mid-final sprint, Xu Ruizhi heard odd noises outside. Cultivator senses sharp—distant footsteps at corridor corner. High heels on tile.
Clack clack clack... Closer, closer...
His heart sank. Mom's back?!
Ignoring all, he hammered Song Lianwei, blurting to her stunned face, "Mom's here! Suck tight—no spills! I'm cumming—if she sees it dripping from your mouth, we're screwed!"
She got it, sucking furiously.
Finally, ecstasy crested—thick white ropes erupted into her cherry mouth.
Song Lianwei's tongue scooped it down greedily. More flooded, hot stream warming her throat to belly, slight swell.
This taste... unique. Not bad at all! She marveled, sucking eagerly.
Unbeknownst, his Huangdi Neijing-refined semen held qi traces. Sips fine, but regular intake beautified, prolonged life.
...
Spent, Xu Ruizhi collapsed into her arms, panting raggedly.
After breaths, he sat up, eyeing the door...
Suddenly!
The door opened!