Chapter 248: The Moan of the Female Immortal

As soon as the target appeared, Taiyuan Yünü’s spirit surged with determination. The mission to heal her husband overcame her shyness. Silently clenching her teeth, her delicate jade hand stretched forward.

Time slowed dramatically in this symbolic moment. All eyes followed the fairy’s fingertip inching forward, one fraction at a time…

Meaningless moans circled Taiyuan’s lips. The moment contact was made, the intense pulsing of his manhood surged into her palm, shattering the courage she had painstakingly gathered as a pure goddess. Her hand trembled, tightening and loosening, her emotions fluctuating between hot and cold.

In a hazy, dazed state, secret techniques of dual cultivation drifted through Taiyuan’s mind. Guided by visions in her heart, her hand mysteriously slid downward, and then…

Everything became natural. The pure goddess had begun to pleasure the man with her hand!

“Ahh… yes, harder, my dear wife. Don’t cover my nipples—give your husband more stimulation…” The man’s voice cracked with pleasure, his Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly.

“Mm… Wife, I want to touch you. The stimulation still isn’t enough!”

Though his face remained Yuan Shi’s, his aura had completely transformed into someone else’s. Barely finishing his sentence, the “poisoned” lustful hand reached out again toward the desired mounds, searching for the quivering red nipples.

Half a whimper flashed past, but the man was already thrown into indescribable madness. A woman’s moan wasn’t rare, but for such a holy goddess to let out such an intoxicating sound was an excitement no man could resist.

Chaos erupted. The room was thrown into disarray. The frenzied man lunged like a tiger, pouncing onto Taiyuan.

“Hu… Husband, calm down, guard your soul essence!” she cried out.

Just as Taiyuan pushed Yuan Shi’s hands away, unexpectedly, the man’s mouth clamped down hard on her nipple and refused to let go.

His lips and tongue wildly sucked, his tongue flicking ceaselessly. Yuan Shi’s mastery in lovemaking was truly that of a grandmaster. Taiyuan’s resistance was broken into fragments by his passionate caresses, her throat emitting cries that were half-sobbing, half-longing.

How could this be? Why had her husband become so—wicked? And again—her body was reacting shamefully, getting so wet…

The waves of pleasure exceeded all of Taiyuan’s expectations. Her heart softened in a hazy tenderness: he was her husband, yes… Exactly. While he was in this frenzy, she could use the chance to expel the lewd blood.

Subtle thoughts filled the space. Taiyuan found justification for indulging in pleasure. Then, her body flushed red with passion, her tall, graceful figure subtly twisted, and her slender hand returned to Yuan Shi’s raging hardness.

Feeling the goddess’s body shift, the man grew even more excited. His lips and tongue worked harder, sucking at the expanding areola. His hands slid downward along her snowy, crystalline skin.

Taiyuan knew what her husband wanted. Her body instinctively recoiled slightly, but she did not firmly resist.

Yes… this is all because of the poison. Once the toxic blood is expelled, everything will be fine. Endure, she must endure…

The most sensitive part of the woman was suddenly attacked. Taiyuan’s delicate heart quivered in shock. Her long legs instinctively clenched tightly, alertness rising sharply.

In a daze, she “saw” Pōpí San approaching her again.

This sudden “hallucination” greatly increased Taiyuan’s resistance. She twisted her waist and shifted her hips, dodging to Yuan Shi’s back. At the same time, her hand’s mission did not stop—it intensified, furiously stimulating the man’s desire, determined to expel the lewd blood.

Believing herself invincible in this position, Taiyuan was unprepared when the man simply leaned back, instantly showing her what a true master was.

The pure goddess was thrown into complete disarray, panting helplessly with nowhere to escape. She could only beg, “Hu… Husband, why is it different from the books? It’s already been half an hour, why haven’t you… released yet?”

“My dear wife, I don’t understand either. Perhaps the stimulation still isn’t enough. How about we try something else…?”

A strange red gleam flickered in Yuan Shi’s eyes. Taiyuan’s mind trembled strangely, mysteriously recalling even more shamefully intimate scenes from the dual cultivation diagrams.

Heavens! Her husband actually wanted her to use her mouth…

Even as the pure and chaste Taiyuan wrestled internally, the man seized the moment to turn around, facing her tall, sacred body directly, whispering intimately in her ear, “Wife, your husband will cooperate. Come on…”

—No, this isn’t how her husband behaves. She couldn’t do this!

“No, that’s not my husband. It’s the lewd blood causing this. The man behind me is—Bold San!”

The sacred goddess had fallen into the sea of desire, but suddenly the man stopped his oral teasing. He pulled back, his face and form shifting silently like water. Except for the manhood still in the goddess’s mouth, Yuan Shi had completely transformed into another man—Bold San!

“Heh, heh… Holy Lady, is my play pleasurable enough for you?”

That signature devilish grin was so seductive it sent Qiao San’s soul soaring into the ninth heaven. Who could have imagined that a mere mortal like him would ever have the chance to indulge in a fairy’s sacred body!

“Ahh! You… Bold San?!”

Before Taiyuan could retaliate, Qiao San’s expression suddenly turned serious. His features instantly changed back into Yuan Shi’s. “Wife, what are you calling me? Don’t you even recognize your husband anymore?”

His tone paused, and the shifting man suddenly sounded extremely anxious, “No good! The lewd blood is attacking my heart! Wife, help your husband quickly! I don’t want to become an evil, vulgar rogue!”

The situation suddenly turned dire. In her daze, Taiyuan thought: yes, the poison is growing stronger. It’s all my fault for being too weak, failing to expel the toxic blood in time.

Yuan Shi forcefully concealed the delight in his eyes, continuing in a pained tone, “Wife, the lewd blood is too stubborn. It seems only by truly performing the marital rites can we…”

Before he finished, the man’s face transformed again into Bold San’s, making Taiyuan’s already uneasy heart even more panicked. Instinctively, she cried out, “No, I can’t!”

The Yuan Shi now resembling Bold San swiftly extended a finger, then held it up under the ceiling’s pearl light, revealing the glistening moisture on his fingertip. Smirking wickedly, he teased, “Wife, you still say you don’t want it. Look how wet you’ve become. Let your husband love you properly!”

If the “Yuan Shi” hadn’t transformed at this moment, Taiyuan would certainly have gritted her teeth and surrendered herself for her husband’s sake. But what her eyes saw and heart sensed was unmistakably Bold San. Her faint flicker of resistance only grew stronger instead of fading.