Zhao Lan gripped the sheets tightly; the heat overwhelmed her, her breasts pressed hard against the bed, thanks to Xuan Chen, who was cooking her ass red.
He withdrew his large cock and began slowly rubbing the tip up and down her buttocks, smeared with ample semen.
"Uhuuh... Xu... Xua... Xuan."
Xuan thrust back in, his hands on Zhao Lan's exquisitely carved waist as he drove deeper. On the other hand, as much as she was enjoying the fuck, Zhao Lan's eyes were slowly fading inside.
"Another position," muttered Xuan with a dark smile. The fact that he was from another world made Zhao Lan believe he was strong and would have a lot of Yin for her to absorb.
Zhao Lan obeyed, turning her back to Lu Feng with his cock still inside her, wrapping her smooth hands around his neck, her breasts now exposed.
Xuan grasped them as the malevolent thrusts resumed, squeezing her breasts, pinching the nipples, and eliciting moans in his ear.
"Uuuuh huuuh... Fuck me, Xuan... Fuck me."
She was so consumed by the sweet fuck that she didn't care if there were others in the house. The dual cultivation was exhilarating, his cock rapidly penetrating her, making the bed vibrate and her black eyes roll back.
But this wasn't dual cultivation. Xuan was using the only technique he had read: Heaven's Taboo 50 Naked Sword Art Technique.
As the name suggested, Xuan needed to thrust his sword fifty sweet times into her heaven, and Xuan was doing it well, just as he had pictured it. Even the system's voice was sounding in his head.
"Taboo technique used. You've gained 0 to 10 meridian points. Total Yin points is 22."
Xuan had done it so well that he had even lost count. Twenty-two meridian points could only mean he had thrust his sword more than fifty.
And Zhao Lan was enjoying every bit of it.
She pushed Lu Feng onto the bed, quickly grabbing his veined shaft, and sprayed the white liquid on her body like cream. She licked it off his dick like an ice cream cone, her soft and smooth lips savoring it.
"Fuu... uh... uh... Fuck."
Slowly, she began guiding his dick inside her vagina, bouncing on it and moaning, the large shaft stretching her with each bounce, her breasts bouncing in tandem.
Xuan's hands were on her thick thighs. Zhao Lan moved closer and kissed his lips, her hands fingering the tip of Xuan's cock while his hands massaged her delicate, smooth, soft, cooked ass by Xuan, and his sword still resting in her heaven.
They both released tiresome breaths, and Zhao Lan's cunt squeezed Xuan's shaft so tight as if milking a cow, but instead, she was milking his Yin. With a satisfying exhale, she slept off.
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Xuan woke up feeling refreshed, though he had to take another bath, and before he came out of the bathroom, Zhao Lan was gone, and there was a nice modern cloth on the bed.
The black sweat hoodie and trousers style was oddly different from his usual black Wuxia clothing, but it fit him quite well.
It was after Xuan had come out of his room that he saw two men in black suits walking towards him from both sides. He initially thought he was in trouble.
But they only said Mr. Lan wants to meet him, so Xuan followed them, and they left him alone to enter the man's office.
Inside, the eye-patch man was staring outside the window. When he heard his door unlock, he turned around with a smile and saw it was Xuan—the man he was expecting.
"I see you have freshened up. Please, have a seat, great warrior."
Jeez, this man has to stop calling me a warrior, thought Xuan. He sat across Mr. Lan. Then a holographic image of a city appeared from a device on the table.
The big city was covered in a cone shield. This was the city's defense from monsters and invaders as well.
Mr. Lan explained Xuan's job wasn't just to bring them a new dual cultivation technique, which they would sell to the world—making them rich and powerful in this apocalypse.
But also to represent Mr. Lan's guild outside the protected city. He found out the outside was filled with monsters and strange things, and Xuan was to kill these beasts to gain beast cores for him to sell.
"Oh, and great warrior, if there's any technique you have, please share, because my wife hasn't let me touch her for years now. She says my Yin doesn't satisfy her."
Xuan was shocked to hear this man's words. The stronger the cultivator, the more efficient the absorbed Yin, and Xuan was obviously weaker than this man.
"Oh, next time I arrive, I'll bring a cultivation technique. That should help."
"Oh, okay. Thank you, great warrior."
So, basically, putting everything in his head, the man's only mission in life was to be the richest one-eyed man. Because everything he was telling Xuan to do was to make himself richer.
Just like every sect back in his world—they all want to be powerful and rich. Xuan couldn't dodge this offer, because he realized his cube was only meant to transport him here.
But he hasn't tried it out yet.
"So, great warrior, when will you meet the captain and start the beast hunting?"
Xuan kept quiet for a while. Someone like him, with nothing more than 0.7 strength, would surely die. He had to cultivate more. If possible, once he repaired his meridian in his world, he'd never step foot here again.
"I will begin in my own time. But first, I must arrive in my world now. There are matters I need to see to," said Xuan. His confidence was at its peak, so Mr. Lan couldn't do anything but agree.
"I will kill every monster outside this city, and anyone who stands in my way," said Xuan, coldly, with a dead gaze at Mr. Lan.
And Mr. Lan also thought Xuan could kill him if he didn't agree, so he just let Xuan go.
Xuan walked out of the mansion without seeing Zhao Lan again. He was relieved to escape Lan's suspiciousness. He sighed and began walking towards the circle.
There he stood, with his hood on. The purple cube then appeared, floating above his palm, and the purple-black beam came down fast as lightning, hitting him at the spot.
The ground would have scattered to pieces if it wasn't created by the gods themselves. So only a fading black smoke remained, and Xuan was no longer in this world.