Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Boundless Ocean
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"A little... just a little higher..."
The lady's voice clung stickily to my ear.
It carried a sweetness like honey-soaked fruit, mingled with a suffocating heat.
I swallowed dryly, carefully inching my trembling hand upward.
'Is this really human skin?'
The sensation at my fingertips was utterly shocking.
I'd prided myself on knowing the firm, resilient texture of Senior Disciple's skin or Lady Peng's voluptuous body, but the lady's was on another level entirely.
It was soft like freshly steamed rice cake, yet smoother than the finest silk—touching it alone felt like committing a sin.
I feared my rough, calloused hands might defile such delicate flesh.
The curve of her calf beneath my fingertips flowed so gracefully, like the supple coil of a boneless creature.
"La-Lady... th-that spot..."
As my hand slid past her knee into the inner thigh, her body quivered violently, the tremor transmitting straight to me.
That shiver stabbed through my hand right into my heart.
I was pretending to be a proper physician, acting all composed, but every brush of my fingertips turned my mind blank in flashes of white.
"Taoist, come closer. Look at me more."
With her pleading voice, the blanket precariously draped over her slipped away silkily.
The sight before me stole my breath.
Between her porcelain-white thighs, her intimate folds bloomed softly like crimson petals, exposed in raw detail.
"Wh-what...?!"
I jolted in shock, yanking my hand back, but she swiftly seized my wrist and yanked it roughly between her legs.
"Here too... I want you to touch me..."
She pressed her index finger to her crimson flesh, parting it gently.
Sticky nectar stretched like a thread, wafting a musky yet sweet aroma.
The assault on my sight and smell snapped my reason with an audible twang.
"Th-this isn't right..."
My mouth parroted refusals like a mynah bird, but my fingers were already bewitched, exploring her drenched valley.
Blazing heat and slick moisture enveloped them.
'Damn it, this is an act of God.'
Even the thick comforts Senior Disciple offered never burned away my sanity like this.
And hadn't I thrown away her final chance—the one she'd extended out of pity—for my foolish pride in retrieving the summoning pill and returning triumphantly to her arms?
The desires pent up from one night of abstinence burst forth like a collapsing dam.
Lady Peng's sensuous form, Senior Disciple's ever-reliable embrace like a sanctuary—they both faded hazily before this bewitching display.
She exuded an innocent purity like a blank sheet of white paper, yet vibrated with the corrupt allure that dragged one to ruin.
"I... just... the spirit medicine those ruffians stole..."
As I mumbled nonsense, she twisted her body like a serpent, burrowing into my arms.
It was as if I were holding her.
The soft press of her back skin and the roundness of her buttocks against me froze my body rigid.
"Ah... ahh...!"
She rubbed her back against my chest, letting out lewd moans.
Without warning, her hand slipped behind me and gripped my bulging groin firmly.
"Hngh!"
My breath nearly stopped.
The force through my robes was fierce.
No, more shocking was the warmth of her palm—like swallowing a fireball.
Our entangled bodies slid fluidly off the bed.
A dull thud as my back hit the floor, but pain was the last thing I felt.
Lady Zhuge unhesitatingly flung open my robe flaps and roughly yanked down my trousers hidden beneath.
"Uh...?"
A dazed gasp escaped her.
Her piercing stare at my lower half stirred not shame, but a strange sense of conquest.
"Wait, Taoist... Th-this is a bit..."
As she stammered and tried to retreat, the beast within me awoke.
I could wait no longer.
In an instant, I seized her waist, hoisted her up, and flung her roughly onto the bed.
Her body bounced on the soft bedding, and I mounted her immediately.
"Lady, I can't hold back anymore."
"Eek! Hnngh...!"
The moment I forced into her narrow crevice, her eyes went impossibly wide.
A scream tried to burst from her gaping lips, but I crushed my mouth to hers, devouring it like a beast.
Splat—crack!
One savage thrust.
A dull, obscene friction filled the silent hut, like driving a massive iron stake into wet mud.
"Haaaang...!"
Her head snapped back toward the ceiling.
Her smooth, flat lower belly bulged and receded in the shape of my manhood.
Through my skin, I felt the alien fullness overwhelming her depths and the dizzying waves of pleasure crashing beyond.
Thud! Thud! Splack!
I was a mindless stud, reason gone.
Vision blood-red, instinct alone gripped her slender waist, crushing it.
Flesh slapping flesh drummed like war beats against my eardrums.
"W-wait... hngh! Too... too deep...!"
She whimpered, trembling as she pushed my shoulders, but nothing reached my ears.
Her resistance only fueled my sadism; I seized her hips and drove deeper, more ferociously.
"Heuk... haa...!"
Her pupils rolled back, losing focus.
Her slim thighs quaked like aspen leaves, clamping my waist.
The pleasure waves were too vast for her small, fragile frame.
"Aaak! Tao... Taoist... ahn!"
From her lips spilled raw animal cries, no longer human words.
Her crimson tongue lolled serpent-like; saliva dribbled freely from her mouth.
Squelch, squish.
Flooded nectar soaked our union slickly.
Her inner walls clenched and released my shaft in rhythm with my thrusts—persistent, scorching heat racing shivers up my spine.
"I-I'm... cumming...! Aaaang!"
Lady Zhuge's body arched bow-like.
Clear fluid gushed from between her legs like a geyser, drenching my abdomen.
Her stifled scream erupted as her scarlet tongue spasmed.
In that white-hot climax, her nails dug deep into my shoulders as she shuddered.
She paid dearly for her seduction.
Even as she writhed in ecstasy's throes, my flames roared higher.
Her silvery fluids turned the mire slicker, smoother.
Thud! Thud! Splack!
I gave no respite.
Each convulsive clench only spurred me to plunder deeper.
Her head thrashed wildly; unfocused eyes wandered the void.
Her mind had fled to pleasure's abyss.
"Hnnngh... stop... no more... aaak!"
She pleaded in whimpers, but to me, it was sweet music.
Raw ecstasy neither Senior Disciple nor Lady Peng could provide.
I was utterly addicted to the brain-melting sensation.
'Here it comes...!'
Hot magma boiled from my depths.
The breaking point.
Shivers exploded from my spine's end.
I slammed my hips up one last time, then yanked out.
Pop—!
A crisp burst as my massive pillar sprang free.
The swollen glans reared toward the air.
"Ughhh!"
A bestial groan ripped from me as pent-up essence erupted like a volcano.
Spurt—splurt! Plop!
Thick white ropes arced through the air.
An immense load.
The first painted her white belly; the next streamed into her cleavage.
The final, thickest rope arced toward her face.
Splat—!
"......Ah."
Hot semen cascaded over her dazed face.
Droplets clung to her lashes, trailing down her cheek; sticky fluid splattered her parted lips.
Her white skin defiled by my lust was profane yet bizarrely beautiful.
Overwhelmed by conquest, I panted roughly, gazing down.
Silence.
The hut, filled with ragged breaths, fell into eerie quiet.
My eyes still hazy with lust's remnants; my massive shaft throbbed, dribbling leftovers.
Her face was a mess of my seed—wet lashes, matted hair, globs at her lips.
I was certain this pitiful, innocent lady had lost her soul to my savage manhood.
"......"
But silence shattered not with a scream.
Not a pitiful sob.
"Puh... pahahahaha!"
From her lips burst a chillingly clear, bell-like laugh.
She wiped semen roughly from her face with her hand, then clutched her belly, cackling like she'd seen a street clown.
Her formerly vacant eyes sharpened instantly, gleaming with wicked mischief and glee.
Lightning struck; my mind blanked white.
Unable to grasp it, I stared blankly at the woman beneath me.
"La-Lady...?"
"Ahahaha! Oh, you kill me, Taoist."
She bolted upright.
Smeared white globs glistened in the sunlight filtering through the cracks.
She scraped semen from her cheek with a finger and licked it off her red tongue.
The casual lewdness chilled my spine.
"My Taoist. Among the orthodox pricks I've devoured, you're the most demonic..."
She shook her head in genuine admiration, rubbing the saliva-tainted remnants into her cleavage.
Sticky trails gleamed on her prominent white breasts.
"Haa... look at this sticky stuff... Did you snag some spirit medicine? No fishy taste—just sweet."
Her lips curved smoothly, nearly ear-to-ear.
The innocent forest maiden was gone; in her place sat a seductive predator eyeing prey.
Her narrowed eyes raked my groin; she wet her lips with her tongue.
"Those hips don't lie—you've done this more than once or twice for a fake Taoist. Pretending prim while pumping pumpkins behind their backs—is that an orthodox trait?"
Her slender arm snaked out like a viper, coiling around my neck.
Cool killing intent laced the irresistible sweet force digging into my nape.
"Now, you've paid for the meal... Shall we play for real?"