Crimson Wedding's Descent: Spiritual Spring Cleanses the Chrysanthemum
Liu Qingwan's pretty face flushed crimson as her gaze brushed once more against that terrifying behemoth. Her throat tightened involuntarily, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
She bit her lip and lowered her eyes, slowly turning around. Obediently, she climbed onto the wedding bed and lay prone, the tattered red gown slipping down to her waist. It revealed her snow-white, plump rear—round and full as a harvest moon, glowing with a soft luster in the candlelight.
Her delicate frame quivered faintly. In utter shame, she arched her lush buttocks upward, the soft flesh jiggling lightly. Between the cleft, one could faintly glimpse her pink, tender chrysanthemum bud and the slick, glistening petals below—untouched purity laced with raw temptation.
Su Rui bared his teeth in a savage grin. He gripped his colossal shaft and thrust it mercilessly into her still-recovering tender folds. The vise-tight channel stretched open as if torn apart. Liu Qingwan let out a stifled grunt of pain, her shell-like teeth sinking into her lip as her moans broke into trembling fragments: "Ah... um... it hurts so much..."
She endured the humiliating agony, actively meeting him. Her slender waist swayed gently, her hips tilting back just a touch—striving to grant this god of slaughter the pinnacle of pleasure within her honeyed depths.
Su Rui showed no mercy whatsoever. His movements were feral, like a beast unchained. The massive rod plunged deep into her core, battering her flower heart and sending her body into shuddering chaos. The sharp slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the bridal chamber, mingling with her lewd cries: "Um... ah... Su Rui... slower..."
Her voice was a plaintive sob, laced with pain and shame—yet it gradually took on a note of surrender, as if seeking solace amid the degradation.
Su Rui snorted coldly. His thrusts grew even more brutal. Then, abruptly, he slowed. His right hand slid toward her cleft, long fingers brushing the tightly clenched pink chrysanthemum. His warm fingertips teased the delicate wrinkles, drawing a jolt from Liu Qingwan's body. She cried out in alarm: "No... don't touch there!"
Panic and shame choked her words. Her cheeks burned scarlet, a flicker of resistance in her eyes—as if dreading the desecration of that forbidden ground.
Su Rui's gaze turned icy. A wicked, savage smirk curled his lips. His voice dripped with chill menace: "Liu Qingwan, which part of your body can't laozi fuck? In front of me, what right do you have to say 'no'?"
His tone was tyrannical, carrying the oppressive might of near-Nascent Soul cultivation. The candles in the chamber flickered wildly, The red ‘double happiness’ papers rustled in the wind, as if in fear.
Liu Qingwan shook her head, biting her lip as she whispered: "No... it's not that. I... I ate something yesterday. There's... waste inside."
Her voice trembled with profound humiliation.
Once a cultivator established their foundation, they could abstain from grains. But last night, Lin Hao's parents had specially prepared spiritual rice dumplings symbolizing marital bliss. She and Lin Hao had shared them. After a night, some impurities lingered within.
Though the passage itself was clean, she feared Su Rui's disgust. Shame and terror intertwined, leaving her unable to lift her head.
Su Rui's eyes gleamed with mockery. He sneered: "In that case, laozi will give you an enema. Wash it clean, then laozi can play with it properly!"
Liu Qingwan's face paled slightly, but she offered no refusal. Blushing furiously, she murmured: "If... if you really want it, then do it. I'm all yours..."
Su Rui chuckled darkly. He raised his right hand, azure spiritual light blooming in his palm. The air in the bridal chamber thickened instantly. Streams of crystalline water coalesced from the void, infused with flowing qi.
With a thought, the water formed a supple spiritual serpent, radiating cool freshness. It slithered slowly toward Liu Qingwan's rear.
The water serpent kissed her chrysanthemum bud—warm, slick, and precise. It wormed into the sealed wrinkles, pouring inward with a strange, swelling fullness.
Liu Qingwan's body shuddered. A low moan escaped her throat: "Um... so cool... ah..."
Shame mingled with an odd pleasure in her voice. Her hips twitched involuntarily—resisting, yet adapting.
Su Rui flicked his fingers. The serpent shattered into countless tiny droplets, swirling with spiritual power to scour her depths. Gentle and warm as a spiritual spring's caress, it cleansed without a trace of filth—instead evoking a serene, ethereal purity.
Liu Qingwan's moans quickened, laced with shameful tremors: "Ah... um... it feels so strange..."
Her body spasmed lightly under the flow's stimulation. Her snow-white cheeks clenched instinctively, droplets in the cleft refracting candlelight in a scene both obscene and exquisite.
Su Rui sneered. With a crook of his finger, the water vanished into spiritual qi, dispersing into the void. Her chrysanthemum emerged pristine, the pink wrinkles slightly parted, glistening invitingly—begging for deeper violation.
"Clean as new now. Spread it open for me!"
Su Rui growled low. His shaft throbbed iron-hard, the crown gleaming lewdly in the candle glow.
Liu Qingwan's shame burned like blood. Trembling, her slender hands parted her cheeks. The bud parted slightly, revealing tender pink within—virgin purity untouched.
She whimpered: "Su Rui... come... come in..."
Su Rui seized her plump rear. The bulbous head aligned with her chrysanthemum and rammed in without pity, ripping the ultra-tight passage wide!
Liu Qingwan grunted sharply, agony crashing like waves. Her body went rigid, her moan quaking: "Ah... it hurts so much... wu..."
Her rear was far less yielding than her front. The colossal invader tore through, pain forcing her teeth to grind her lip until blood welled. Nails clawed deep into the sheets, shredding silk.
Su Rui ignored it utterly. His pounding remained ferocious, the rod ravaging her depths with frenzied strokes. Flesh slapped flesh in obscene rhythm, weaving with her cries: "Ah... too deep... um..."
Liu Qingwan bore the tearing torment, gritting her teeth to force relaxation. She met his assaults proactively, hips swaying—to make his fucking all the sweeter.
As if atoning through this for the hurts she'd once inflicted.
Gradually, her moans shifted from anguish to coquettish allure, tinged with wantonness: "Um... feels so good... oh oh... amazing..."
Yet her rear wasn't made for this—only rending pain. Su Rui knew this woman was forcing the lewd cries, squeezing them out to please him utterly.
Atoning for the past like this? Pointless effort.
Su Rui eyed her coldly, but his pace eased slightly—grew a touch gentler.
He leaned down, kneading her snowy breasts. His other hand delved to her front, fingertips deftly toying the pearl. Spiritual power hummed, sending warm electric tingles that wracked her frame with shivers.
Liu Qingwan's cries rose higher, less feigned now—raw, heartfelt abandon.
Su Rui shifted suddenly. Hands under her waist, he lifted her lithe form and laid her flat on the bed. He hoisted her long legs high, pale limbs gleaming in the light. Rear and front lay bared: slick petals blooming wetly, the bud clenching around his girth, trailing sticky white.
Pop!
His shaft withdrew slowly from her rear, dragging a glistening thread with a wet pop. It realigned to her dripping core and plunged home.
Liu Qingwan jolted. The yielding, soaked embrace brought starkly different bliss. A shrill moan tore from her throat.
Su Rui tempered his savagery. Slower now, but deeper—each stroke nailing her sensitive core, churning lewd squelch-squelch waters.
Her moans turned utterly real, steeped in drowning ecstasy: "Ah... Su Rui... um... so deep... I'm... cumming..."
Her voice fractured in peaks. Her pale form quaked under the onslaught, the ruined gown slipping from her shoulders to bare swollen peaks and a map of red marks.
Climax struck. Liu Qingwan convulsed wildly, her core clamping like a vice: "Cumming... cumming!! Ah..."
A gush of crystal nectar jetted from her urethra, the squirting spectacle sparkling in candlelight. Juices splashed Su Rui's body, soaking sheets in thick, musky sin.
"Hmph, what a pathetic little cunt—can't even take a few real thrusts from laozi?"
Su Rui mocked, unperturbed by the drenching. He clamped her waist and barked: "Laozi's about to blow too. Clamp down—laozi's filling your womb!"
Liu Qingwan obeyed, long legs locking his waist. She cooed: "Yes... cum... I'll... bear your child."
"You're unworthy!"
Su Rui snarled, eyes flashing cold dominance: "With your mundane looks, you think you can bear laozi's seed? Dream on!"
Liu Qingwan's heart stabbed, but she wailed with a coquettish allure: "Yes... sorry... I'm unworthy... sorry... cum... all inside me!"
"Take it!"
Su Rui roared. His hips slammed home. Scorching seed flooded her womb like a torrent, vast quantities battering her core. Burning fullness swelled her belly slightly—the load dwarfing the first, as if to stuff her utterly full.
Liu Qingwan quaked violently, cresting again. Mumbled moans spilled: "Ah... um..."
Her eyes rolled half-back, tongue lolling faintly. Lost in rapture's peak, she surrendered completely.