Under her son’s vigorous squeezing, the beautiful woman felt her areola suddenly expand, her nipple striving upward. Before the earth fire could emerge, a powerful surge of heat had already burst forth from her body.
With a bang, the fabric of Madam Qiao’s dress over her chest shattered into pieces. Before the flying scraps could fall, two jets of intense flame erupted from her nipples, instantly turning all the cloth fragments into wisps of smoke.
“Uh—”
A sharp, throbbing pain suddenly exploded at the tip of her breast. Unprepared for the sensation, Lady Qiao couldn’t help but let out an embarrassed moan despite clenching her teeth tightly. Pain and pleasure surged forth from her delicate, rosy lips simultaneously.
At the moment the flames soared into the sky, Qiao San’s breath suddenly quickened. His eyes widened briefly before he hastily shut them tightly. “M-Mother… Mother, your son takes his leave!”
Qiao San rushed out with his eyes closed. Looking down, the delicate and blushing Mrs. Qiao felt her face instantly flush with embarrassment, completely overtaking her features. The beautiful woman hurriedly pulled up the covers to conceal the intimate scene. In her flustered haste, she lost her usual graceful composure, and it took a long time before her rapid breathing could finally calm down.
At night, moans of pleasure echoed from Qiao San’s room.
The rogue deeply penetrated Shi’er’s body, caressing her uniquely exquisite royal breasts, yet what he “saw” were a pair of delicate, perky peaks. The passion of their lovemaking was more intense than ever before.
The final day arrived. Qiao San, facing the rising sun, entered his mother’s room right on time.
This time, he seemed to have overcome his embarrassment and, in a firm tone befitting a physician, said, “Mother, today is the final step. Your son will now dispel the toxic heat from your lower abdomen.”
Lower abdomen?! That refers to the area from the abdomen down to the dantian, and further… Shhh!
Perhaps influenced by her son’s solemnity or perhaps already prepared, Madam Qiao’s delicate and radiant face remained calm. Her beautifully arched eyebrows barely lifted as her figure floated into the air, legs crossed in a lotus position, assuming a strange posture of mid-air meditation.
The mother and son exchanged no unnecessary words; everything proceeded swiftly in a peculiar “calm.” Qiao San soared into the midair, facing his mother as they sat cross-legged in the sky. He lowered his eyelids, blocking his gaze from glancing at his mother’s chest, and then focused all his attention on his palms.
Amidst the faintest tremors of sound, the man’s hands pressed down on the smooth, supple abdomen of the beautiful woman. Her delicate body quivered under the pressure, yet Lady Qiao remained steadfast, not moving an inch.
The soft, elastic rebound came from the palm, and a delicate, lingering fragrance filled the space. Fortunately, Qiao San had long been accustomed to this powerful impact, focusing intently on controlling the movement of his hands.
The soft upper abdomen was quickly done, the flat lower belly was also brushed over, and the penetrating energy surged forward without pause, diving ever deeper.
Qiao San’s palm continued to press and slide over the lower abdomen, while the space beneath their feet had already begun to fill with rising mist, as if foreshadowing that the final surge of fiery toxicity would be more intense than ever before.
Madam Qiao’s tightly closed eyelids trembled violently several times, and her delicate body quivered repeatedly. The mature beauty was acutely aware that wave after wave of warmth was descending from her heart—falling lower and lower—until it finally settled deep within her secret, blossoming valley.
The fire toxin was not only terrifying but also particularly vile—it actually melted the icy valley where Madam Qiao had been sealed away for years. The ice water gathered into a stream, continuously surging toward the exit of the valley…
Qiao San’s spiritual energy was surging toward the final acupoint. The fiery toxin had not yet fully subsided when an unexpected torrent arose instead. A long-forgotten sensation began swirling in Qiao San’s mind. After a brief moment of contemplation, she suddenly realized—this feeling was called pleasure!
“Ugh!” The beautiful woman let out a series of muffled moans from her throat, her airborne figure nearly losing balance and falling. Her face flushed, her heart raced, and instinctively her hips thrust forward, leaving the area between her legs already soaked and muddy…
The man’s scorching palm hesitated slightly, hovering just three inches below Qiao San’s wife’s abdomen, before delivering a sudden jolt like a peal of thunder.
“Ahh…”
Moans echoed within the room. Just as Shu Ling’s mind tensed, a massive surge of dark purple flames erupted from between her legs, racing wildly and setting the entire exquisite space ablaze in a deep crimson hue.
Under the raging flames, the undergarments were naturally not spared. In an instant, the earth fire vanished, yet Madam Qiao felt a chilliness in her lower body. Startled, she quickly curled up her limbs, and all her magical powers transformed into misty smoke to wrap around her body.
“Mother, the fire poison has completely dissipated. Your son takes his leave now.”
By the time the flustered Mrs. Qiao had “put on” the misty haze and looked up, all she saw was the last glimpse of her son’s rapidly retreating figure, his coat flaring as he hurried away.
Qiao San, did you see that? Probably not, since he’s had his eyes closed the whole time. He mustn’t have seen anything!
But… if he didn’t see it, why would he… run away?!
“Bang!”
A sharp slap echoed in a corner far away from the small house. Qiao San struck himself fiercely; after the first slap, he was already dizzy and reeling, followed immediately by another forceful blow.
Damn it, forget it, forget it quickly!
Also, erase the sensation of the palm; never again recall the feeling of pressing down on the fragrant grass in Mother’s forbidden area…
Ah, thinking again, damn it, slap! *slap slap*…
The sound of the slap echoed all the way. For the entire day, Qiao San remained hidden in his room without showing his face, not even allowing Shi’er to enter and see him.
“Woo… How pitiful, the Holy Lord is!” The eighteen lonely fox girls gathered together again.
“Cluck, cluck… how fun, so much fun! I’m going to go visit Madam!”
The Fox Queen’s laughter always seemed to delight in chaos, making Twelve and Qing Niang roll their eyes in exasperation, yet they could do nothing about it. Except for Qiao San, no one else could truly keep the notorious lustful fox in check.
Qiao San’s bedroom had already been sealed by his own magical powers. On the large bed, the man sitting cross-legged in meditation found it extremely difficult to enter a state of tranquil contemplation.
The blood mark between the man’s eyebrows flickered red, his teeth grinding with a creaking sound. Amidst his muffled roar, even his clear, refined facial features began to twist and contort. Qiao San, ranked among the Great Luo cultivators, had fallen into a state of madness. His miraculous Ten-Yang Body was now locked in a fierce internal struggle between desire and reason.
“Oh, Mother, one…”
The glimmer of the blade flashed like lightning in Qiao San’s mind, and he was once again a child, witnessing the scene of his mother shielding him from the blade. Emotion and familial love filled his heart, and the blood mark on his brow seemed to appear and disappear like a phantom.
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