Chapter 33: Seductive Willow Waist, Submissive Whimpers
Liu Qingwan was dressed today in a light cyan gauze skirt that draped perfectly along her figure, accentuating the modestly full curves of her breasts while cinching tightly at her waist to reveal a slender, graspable span of soft flesh.
A gentle breeze stirred, lifting the hem of her skirt to faintly reveal the jade-like contours of her long legs.
Her delicate face bore only a touch of powder, more alluring and soft than the pure beauty she'd shown at the Clear Stream Village wedding, adding three parts coquettish charm.
At this moment, her jade hands clenched tightly, palms slick with fine sweat, as she paced anxiously back and forth before Su Rui's cave abode.
Suddenly, a gap opened in the cave's restrictive formation. Her heart skipped a beat—she knew this was Su Rui's signal allowing her entry. A shy joy bloomed at the corners of her lips as she hurried inside, her autumn-water eyes brimming with complex emotions.
Within the cave, night pearls embedded in the stone walls emitted a cool, ethereal glow, bathing the space in a dreamlike haze.
Su Rui sat cross-legged on the stone couch, his blue robe loosely draped, the collar half-open, exposing his solid chest and the faint lines of his abdominal muscles. His gaze was icy as he silently watched Liu Qingwan step into the chamber.
Liu Qingwan approached slowly, her voice soft and tentative. "Su Rui, I... I came uninvited. Am I disturbing your cultivation?"
Her tone carried a hint of flattery and unease.
Su Rui's eyelids lifted slightly. "You are."
Liu Qingwan's pretty face paled, panic flashing in her eyes. She quickly bowed her head. "I'm sorry. I'll leave right now."
She turned to go, her gauze skirt trailing with a faint fragrance, but Su Rui's cold voice rang out from behind. "Stop."
Liu Qingwan's delicate body trembled. She obediently halted, her downcast eyes shimmering with complex ripples—shame, anticipation, and a trace of something indefinable.
Su Rui's gaze burned like a torch, his voice low and commanding. "Take off your clothes."
Liu Qingwan's cheeks flushed crimson in an instant. Without much hesitation, her slender fingers undid the sash of her gauze skirt. The light cyan fabric slid away like flowing water, revealing her snow-white jade body.
Beneath, she wore a sheer undergarment as thin as mist, half-concealing and half-revealing, clinging tightly to her modestly full breasts and slim waist, exuding a subtle erotic charm.
She moved to remove the undergarment as well, but Su Rui barked coldly, "Leave the undergarment on."
Liu Qingwan froze, lifting her head to meet his gaze. His heated eyes were fixed on her chest. Glancing down, she realized how bold the garment was—the thin gauze hid nothing, her nipples erect and poking through as distinct points. Shame flooded her, leaving her wishing for the ground to swallow her whole.
Su Rui commanded, "Come here."
Liu Qingwan suppressed her embarrassment and stepped forward lightly on lotus feet, stopping before him. Gathering her courage, she whispered, "Su Rui, am I... beautiful today?"
Su Rui's gaze turned icy, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips. "Beautiful my ass. Kneel in front of laozi and suck it."
He had already undone his trousers, revealing that ferocious, massive shaft.
Liu Qingwan's heart jolted, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes, but she didn't dare disobey. She murmured softly, "Oh..."
She knelt slowly, her red lips trembling as they neared the scorching rod. Her warm, moist mouth enveloped the swollen glans, her pink tongue meticulously licking every inch—from the slit to the coronal ridge—producing lewd, wet sounds.
Her technique was far more skilled than last time. The tip of her tongue teased the slit, her throat contracting slightly as she let out soft moans.
Su Rui closed his eyes to savor it for a moment, then smirked teasingly. "Not bad. Way better than last time. You been practicing specially?"
Liu Qingwan released the shaft, her pretty face flushed scarlet, a glistening strand of fluid on her lips. She whispered, "Mm... I found some ancient texts in the Scripture Pavilion and learned a few... secret techniques."
Her voice dripped with shame and flattery. Without another word, she obediently lowered her head again, taking the massive rod back into her mouth. Her tongue danced nimbly along the thick shaft, her throat humming with low moans. Her wet mouth gripped tightly, faint gulping sounds rising from deep within as she swallowed his taste.
"Feels a lot better, but still not quite there."
Su Rui sneered, suddenly seizing her head and brutally thrusting into her small mouth. The glans rammed straight to the back of her throat, pounding mercilessly.
Liu Qingwan let out a muffled grunt. The shaft plunged in and out of her throat, bringing suffocating pleasure mingled with pain.
Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, her lashes quivering. Shame and submission filled her pretty face, but she endured the discomfort, forcing her throat open to let him deep-throat her, all to please him.
After hundreds of thrusts, Su Rui released her and pulled out, dragging a string of crystalline saliva that dangled obscenely from her lips.
She coughed a few times, her chest heaving dramatically, the nipples beneath the thin gauze growing even more erect.
Su Rui snorted coldly. "What? Can't handle that much?"
Liu Qingwan shook her head amid gasps, a stubborn glint in her eyes. "No... I can take it!"
Disdain flickered in Su Rui's eyes. "Fine. Ass up. Spread your cheeks yourself, show laozi your slutty hole and asshole."
Liu Qingwan knew he wanted to fuck her now. Her face burned hotter as she nodded with a soft "Mm," slowly rising and turning, presenting her plump rear to him.
Her slender hands gradually peeled away the thin gauze panties, exposing her snowy, round buttocks.
Between the cleft, her pink chrysanthemum bud was tight as a flower bud, while her dripping pussy overflowed with nectar, glistening in the dim light.
Su Rui's gaze was frigid. His left hand plunged into her flooded pussy, long fingers roughly stirring with lewd squelching sounds.
His right hand slid to her rear entrance, fingertip rubbing the wrinkles before slowly probing in, making Liu Qingwan's body shudder as she moaned, "Mm... ah... Su Rui..."
Her voice was flattery to the core, laced with trembling pleasure. Her hips swayed instinctively, welcoming his invasion.
He sneered, his tone chilling. "Slut, where do you want laozi to fuck you?"
His fingers ravaged her insides, drawing out waves of nectar that dripped to the floor.
Liu Qingwan bit her lip, shame burning through her like fire. Trembling, she whispered, "My... little hole..."
Her voice was barely audible, her cheeks scorching, even her earlobes flushed pink.
Su Rui's eyes sharpened with unyielding authority. "Say slutty pussy!"
Liu Qingwan's body jolted. She quickly corrected herself. "Yes... my slutty pussy! Su Rui, I want you to thrust into my slutty pussy..."
Her voice quivered, shame and lust intertwined. Her wet folds clenched involuntarily, nectar flowing even freer.
Su Rui sneered, aligning his iron-hard shaft. The glans rubbed her folds, coating itself in her juices before ramming in without mercy.
The tight walls stretched as if tearing. Liu Qingwan grunted, biting her lip as fragmented moans escaped. "Ah... so deep... too big..."
Her willow waist trembled lightly, hips bucking back instinctively. The walls clamped the shaft, delivering tearing pleasure.
"So fucking wet. This eager to get fucked?"
Su Rui mocked, pounding wildly. The massive rod battered her core, jolting her body with each slap, the bang bang of flesh and squelch of juices echoing through the cave—as if he meant to shatter her.
Liu Qingwan gasped, "Yes... yes! It's your fault... you haven't fucked me in so long... ah! So numb..."
Her words broke with a hint of grievance. Her drenched pussy gripped him tight, desperate to make him enjoy it more.
Cold light flashed in Su Rui's eyes. He slapped her snowy ass hard, leaving a red handprint that drew a moan. "Ah..."
He sneered. "Liu Qingwan, you're one twisted bitch. You should hate laozi's guts, yet here you are, begging to please me."
Liu Qingwan's body shook, her moans tinged with sorrow. "Because I'm just a cheap slut... I have nothing left but you..."
Her nature was like a vine, craving something to cling to—only through men could she affirm her existence.
Lin Hao's betrayal had ripped away her lifeline, piercing her heart. Su Rui's brutal violation, in its extreme cruelty, had become another wall for her to lean on.
And she had always harbored an unspoken, unextinguished affection for him. Now a Nascent Soul powerhouse with unfathomable cultivation, he seemed even more unattainable in her eyes.
This unresolved affection, laced with admiration for the strong, had twisted into an irresistible dependence, drawing her inexorably to him in her despair.
"Su Rui, don't abandon me... okay? It was my fault before... I wronged you... Fuck me, fuck me hard..."
Her breaths grew ragged, moans spilling out. "Mm... ahh... Su Rui, so good... feels amazing... I'm cumming! Cumming!"
She climaxed violently, ass quaking as nectar gushed, soaking the stone couch beneath. Her body nearly collapsed.
Su Rui sneered. "Useless slut hole. Laozi hasn't even gone all out and you're squirting like this? Clamp tighter—laozi's about to sprint!"
He slapped her ass again, the mark deepening, drawing another moan as her cheeks clenched instinctively.
Liu Qingwan bit her lip. "Yes... I'm clamping... Su Rui, does it... feel better now?"
She strained her still-climaxing pussy, walls squeezing the shaft desperately, folds slurping lewdly as if to envelop him completely.
Su Rui slapped her again. "Not enough. Keep clamping!"
"Yes... yes..."
Liu Qingwan's pussy was already incredibly tight—enough to humble even an emperor in the mortal world.
Yet Su Rui had indulged in Mu Xueyi's White Tiger Steamed Bun Hole, which gripped without effort like a serpent's coil or a sucking mouth. By comparison, this was worlds apart.
Still, Liu Qingwan tried her hardest, accommodating him in every way, even wailing lewdly.
Unlike Mu Xueyi or Yu Wan'ning, who refused to moan, Liu Qingwan's slutty fervor gradually immersed Su Rui. Her willow waist twisted like a serpent, cheeks jiggling with each impact in crisp bang bang slaps.
After a full three hours of ravaging, the cave reeked of debauchery—sweat, nectar, and masculine musk thick in the air.
Su Rui roared low, hips slamming forward. Scorching semen flooded her womb like a torrent, her belly swelling slightly. Vast amounts of white turbidity overflowed her pussy, pooling on the floor in obscene puddles.
Liu Qingwan shuddered violently, climaxing again and again, garbled moans escaping her throat. "Ah... mm..."
She'd lost count of her orgasms. Her pretty face was pure bang bang, eyes teary with satisfaction, lips parted in dazed pants.
Su Rui withdrew, unleashing a gush of mixed fluids that splattered her snowy cheeks.
Liu Qingwan slumped to the floor, panting heavily. Nectar and semen trickled down her thighs in a messy flood. Her sweat-soaked gauze clung transparently to her quivering body.
Moments later, she dragged her weakened form upright, kneeling before him. Her red lips licked the fluids from his shaft. "Su Rui, let me clean you up..."
Her tongue swirled meticulously along the length and glans, a humble plea in her eyes brimming with affection and submission.
Su Rui sneered, his tone cutting. "Liu Qingwan, you're a total fucking slut. This horniness makes laozi wonder if you've been gangbanged by a bunch of guys lately."
Liu Qingwan paled, shaking her head frantically. "No... I've only been studying ancient texts in the Scripture Pavilion, learning secret techniques... Please don't misunderstand. You're my only man... the only one who can touch me."
Her voice trembled with urgency and sincerity, tears welling to prove her loyalty.
Su Rui's eyes narrowed menacingly. "You dare let another man touch you? Try it."
Warmth bloomed in Liu Qingwan's heart, her eyes reddening. Softly, she said, "I wouldn't dare, and I won't. No man but you will ever touch me, Su Rui. I... I'm yours. Your little bitch, belonging only to you."
Su Rui scoffed, eyeing her wrecked body. Abruptly, he said, "Don't tell me you've been buried in those lewd ancient texts all day? Your cultivation hasn't budged—still stuck at early Foundation Establishment."
Liu Qingwan bit her lip. "You know my spiritual root is mediocre. Even with diligent cultivation, it'd take me years to break through the early stage."
Su Rui fell silent, gazing at her for a moment before raising his right hand. His fingertip touched her brow, a beam of dark light sinking into her sea of consciousness, imparting a cultivation method—Hundred Charms Nourishing Origin Art.
This was a derivative secret art from the first layer of the Heavenly Extreme Demonic Flame Art, tailored for furnace cauldrons. Progress was lightning-fast up to Nascent Soul, with minimal requirements for spiritual root quality.
However, the spiritual energy it produced was unstable and superficial, the realms hollow shells. Even at Nascent Soul, one might fall to a well-prepared Core Formation cultivator. It was meant solely for harvesting.
The lifespan extension was real, though. With her aptitude, she'd never reach Core Formation without switching. Foundation Establishment lifespans barely exceeded two centuries, while Core Formation allowed five. This art made Core Formation feasible, and with Su Rui's aid, Nascent Soul wasn't impossible.
"The Hundred Charms Nourishing Origin Art is easy to cultivate. Even with your mediocre root, you'll advance by leaps and bounds. But the energy will be flimsy, inferior to peers. Are you willing to cultivate it for me to harvest?"
Su Rui stared into her autumn-water eyes, voice indifferent.
She didn't hesitate. "Su Rui, I told you—I'm yours. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."
She leaned forward proactively, grasping his hand and sucking his fingers between her red lips, tongue teasing softly. Her eyes shone with flattery and tenderness, offering herself completely.
Her motions were gentle yet lewd, fingertips stroking and circling his palm, sending tingles of pleasure.
Su Rui's eyes narrowed, voice husky. "Sit on it. Laozi's gonna fuck you again."
The shaft, teased rigid, throbbed with veins, radiating heat. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, proclaiming its owner's endless lust.
Liu Qingwan nodded obediently, slender hand guiding the rod to her drenched pussy. She sank down slowly, tight walls stretching in exquisite agony.
She moaned sweetly, ass quivering as fresh nectar flowed. Her lewd cries echoed anew in the cave, another round of passion igniting like wildfire—slaps of flesh and squelches of juices filling the air with debauchery.