The Peach-Colored Trap
In the city lord's mansion of Feng Wu City, guards stood watch at the gates. Qing Feng Dao Zhang led Zhang Zhi Ping and the other disciples out from within, heading east. Based on the information from the city lord and his own observations, there were at least a dozen households in the city with something off about them. Eradicating these demons would take seven or eight days at least—perhaps even longer.
And if they alerted that Rat King on Big East Mountain... even he might not be able to handle it. Their only option would be to send word to Medicine King Sect for aid.
Speaking of which, the three-year deadline was up. It wouldn't be long before Medicine King Sect sent someone to Xuan Hu Guan.
At that moment, in Xuan Hu Guan's rear garden, tender buds had sprouted on the flowers and grasses, with gentle spring breezes caressing the air.
Clothes slipped one by one from Wei Yun and Shui Hong Yao's bodies. Shui Hong Yao was left in nothing but a delicate red apron and a pair of sheer black silk stockings, while Wei Yun stood utterly naked, his cock—thicker and longer than any grown man's—standing rigid and proud.
They were already locked in an embrace, lips and tongues entwining amid ragged breaths. Wei Yun suckled at his stunning master aunt's cherry lips, his tongue plunging into her mouth. Her sweet little tongue met his at once, coiling and sucking greedily at each other's saliva—hers especially nimble and fragrant, driving him wild. He devoured it with sloppy, eager slurps.
His hands roamed her silky back and flat belly before seizing those full, snowy tits and kneading them roughly!
"Ah..." Shui Hong Yao let out a soft cry. A jolt of pleasure shot from her nipples—Wei Yun's fingers were flicking them rapidly. Indescribable bliss surged through her. She pulled back from the kiss, panting, and murmured, "Yun'er... do Master Aunt's tits feel good?"
"Amazing!"
Wei Yun had no time for chit-chat. He trailed kisses down her pale neck to those plump tits, latching onto the soft flesh and suckling gently. He nipped with his teeth now and then, leaving red marks, then swirled his tongue over one pink nipple, then the other, utterly entranced.
Her milky scent filled his mouth, sending thrills through him. He'd lusted after those tits for months—today, they were finally his!
A fresh breeze rustled the garden, swaying the flowers as if cheering the pair on the swing frame.
Shui Hong Yao tossed her apron aside and pressed the boy's head to her chest. His face drifted lower, lips and tongue leaving wet trails over her tender skin until he reached her perky ass. He buried his face in those firm cheeks, licking the soft flesh wildly. His whole face sank into her pale, elastic globes. Only reluctantly did he shift to her thighs, savoring the silky stockings—legs softer than the finest delicacies.
Sunlight bathed them warmly; birdsong echoed from the branches.
Suddenly, Shui Hong Yao cried out. Wei Yun had lavished her calves, thighs, and dainty feet, and now his mouth assailed the mysterious valley between her legs. Beneath soft black curls lay pale, pink perfection—no hint of darkness. Plump labia framed a narrow slit, the whole pussy shaped like a pretty mantou bun, split by a vivid red seam. Under his tongue's assault, it gushed nectar. He savored it, thinking: Master Aunt's pussy is so sweet and tender—like that fox spirit's. Cultivators' bodies really are on another level.
Shui Hong Yao was thrilled too. She'd spent three years at Xuan Hu Guan healing—and bedding Qing Feng Dao Zhang without ever truly satisfying her cravings. Her orgasms came from his jade tool alone, leaving her mentally unfulfilled. Only when she pissed in his mouth to feed his perversions did a twisted pleasure stir.
But the old man couldn't give her a real man's taste. That's why she hadn't left after recovering—she wanted to boost her cultivation and indulge wildly as reward for her suffering.
As Wei Yun's tongue delved her slit, true ecstasy hit. She shoved him down, flipped around, and straddled his face—her own head at his crotch. She gasped at his sight: a steaming purple-red glans, rigid as iron; a shaft thicker and longer than most men's, mushroom-huge. Delight surged; she engulfed the head, tongue teasing delicately.
On the grass, they performed their forbidden rite, ravaging each other's most sensitive spots. Wei Yun's lips sealed to her tender labia, tongue plunging her depths, slurping her slick juices. Shui Hong Yao's eyes turned misty, breaths husky as her mouth worked his girth rhythmically, coating it in saliva—even his balls got attention.
Suddenly, her body quaked, freezing—then shuddering violently. Her eyes glazed; she wailed, "Ah... ya... no... it's coming... aaah... good son... you're killing Mommy... aaaaaah..."
Wei Yun's tonguing had triggered a massive climax. Her nerves sang; her plump ass lifted and slammed, waist arching as waves of girl-cum squirted from her juicy depths onto his mouth and face. He admired her squirting ecstasy, licking the sticky fluid, then asked, "Master Aunt... what did you just call me?"
Shui Hong Yao collapsed beside him, eyes sultry. "Good son..." she breathed.
"Master Aunt..." Thrilled, Wei Yun hugged her soft body, peppering her lovely face with kisses.
"Good son, what do you call me?" she teased seductively.
"Mommy..."
"Good boy!"
Shui Hong Yao lay back on the grass, spreading her long black-stockinged legs to clamp his waist. "Hurry up and feed Mommy with that big thing of yours. If you can't satisfy me, Mommy won't want you anymore!"
"Mommy, Yun'er will fill you up!"
He spat out a tit, pried her legs wider, and pressed his tip to her inner thighs. He rubbed her labia till they dripped, then sank in effortlessly—like plunging into warm mud!
Finally! Master couldn't have this plump pussy—but he did. Triumph surged in Wei Yun.
"Hiss..." As his cock inched deeper, his scalp tingled, body going numb. Her hole was silky-warm, elastic yet snug—with a lively suction that pulled and pushed without him even thrusting!
This soul-melting cave could addict anyone to heaven and hell!
Wei Yun loved martial arts, brimming with unreleased yang energy. With money to spare, he frequented brothels—but those girls paled against his master aunt in looks, poise, figure, constitution. Especially her pussy's grip and wriggle. Even Feng Wu City's top courtesan, Yan Hong—with her famed treasure hole—fell short. He'd queued a month, paid a fortune for one night with her, deeming it life's peak. Yet this topped it.
Shui Hong Yao's depths melted her too. Her cultivation was high; she'd mastered sex arts since youth—not some prude. Few men lasted against her. But Wei Yun's gifts—his huge tool, youthful vigor, experience—matched her perfectly. Her pussy sucked; his cock hammered. Flesh slapped in the garden: pa pa pa.
Mouth on a tit, hands digging into her pale ass, Wei Yun pounded wildly. Each thrust dragged out nectar; her core's suction drew him deeper like a tentacle, rebounding to milk his glans and shaft. Wrinkled walls ground his cock, bliss crashing like tides through them both. Explosive slaps echoed.
Moments later, his waist tightened. With a grunt, thick semen erupted into her depths. The hot flood numbed her; she moaned in delight.
Spent, his cock softened. He hugged her stocking-clad legs, stroking them. "Mommy, Yun'er's useless..."
Her hand traced his chest muscles; she smirked lewdly. "Good son, tapped out already? Again—till we're both sated!"
She flipped him under her, pussy clenching his shaft tight.
"Master Aunt, you..." Wei Yun paled. A ferocious suction gripped from her depths—stronger than the fox's, endless tendrils teasing without mercy. Her body barely moved, but her walls writhed at high speed, massaging every inch relentlessly.
"No... aaah..." Pleasure overwhelmed him. His half-soft cock hardened instantly, then succumbed again, spurting essence—and hot inner energy—into her.
Shui Hong Yao's face twisted in lust, riding wildly. Her ass bounced; hair whipped like a storm.
Wei Yun screamed as yang flooded out endlessly. He fainted—but his cock stayed hard.
Suddenly, she wailed. Their junction splashed; lewd fluids sprayed. Overstimulated, she'd pissed herself mid-climax, soaking the ground and them. Yet she kept riding.
Her tits jiggled as she bounced. Gazing at his unconscious form, she laughed sluttily: "Good son, wanted to play? Mommy'll play with you... ah... if you don't fuck Mommy to death... Mommy won't forgive you... aaah..."
After endless rutting, with him lifeless, she slammed down one last time, clenching her blissed-out pussy. Her lips parted; his softened cock slipped free, trailing a long silver thread of fluids.
She patted his ashen face lightly. "Little fool, the cultivation world is brutal. You shouldn't have come. Rest in peace."
She leaped up; clothes flew from the ground, draping her perfect nude form.
Her feet tapped lightly; peach petals of mana bloomed beneath her. Like a red cloud, she soared from the garden, past Xuan Hu Guan, toward distant mountains—faster than any bird.
"Who dares disturb this Crow True Person's nap? You're sick of living?"
A black blur shot from an ancient tree—a bird-headed humanoid demon wielding a steel fork, lunging at the passing red cloud!
"So eager to die?" Shui Hong Yao didn't glance back, flying onward.
Enraged at the slight, the crow demon sprouted black wings and pursued.
Pink peach petals bloomed from nowhere, engulfing it. Amid screams, they vanished—exploding in a bloody mist. The Golden Core crow dropped dead; its fork thunked into a trunk below.
Shui Hong Yao was long gone.
A embroidered cloud scarf flew to meet her, bearing four pink figures: beautiful girls with long hair, high buns, translucent pink gauze gowns, and bare snow-white feet. Spotting her, it halted midair.
The four knelt, hands in salute. "Greetings, Mistress!" Their voices rang clear.
Shui Hong Yao nodded faintly. "You're not too late. Time to move."
One said, "Mistress, you've been missing three years, but your soul lamp burned on. The sect leader knew you lived and sent us searching. Two days ago, your signal came—we hurried. Are you unharmed?"
"Medicine King Sect ambushed me back then; I was gravely wounded but survived. I'm healed now. Three years' cycle turns—the ancient ruins at Feng Lake emerge soon. We must seize the advantage. What's the situation there?"
"When we left, the three sects and seven schools had dispatched disciples. The sect leader sent us four to join you!"
"Good. Let's go!"
Shui Hong Yao stepped aboard, leaving afterimages. The cloud scarf rocketed skyward, vanishing in moments.
This cloud scarf was a precious flying treasure, hard for minor sects to craft—even elite disciples rarely owned one. Wei Yun's jade pendant was a protective treasure—different function.
Treasures were true cultivation artifacts, embedded with varying restrictions for special powers.
Xuan Hu Guan's wooden swords and whisks were mere talisman tools—ordinary items inscribed with spells. Strictly speaking, not true treasures.