Chapter 156: The Fusion of Spirit and Desire

“Hmm…” After a captivating moan, a wild, passionate kiss sealed Qing Niang’s vermilion lips, while boundless longing roared into her heart.

The man’s hands lacked technique, driven only by instinct, tightly embracing and caressing his long-separated sister-in-law’s body. Every movement conveyed a simple message—Sister-in-law, I’ve missed you!

What could possibly be more wonderful than the love of a cherished man, reckless in his affection?

“Mother, the Holy Sovereign is indeed a man of passion. The Twelfth Princess is truly blessed!”

Several beautiful fox women stood out from the crowd of blossoms, their seductive eyes gazing longingly in the direction the heavenly sovereign vanished.

In Liumang Town, inside the Qiao family mansion,

With a whoosh, Qiao San embraced his sister-in-law and suddenly appeared at home. The man rushed straight into his bedroom, his soaring passion swirling the natural breeze into whirlpools, excitedly slipping into the luxurious space where the door was left ajar.

Burning longing ignited their passion, and the younger brother finally laid his sister-in-law upon his bed, finally achieving a normal union of soul and desire with the graceful beauty.

Garments fluttered like colorful butterflies, entwining with each other, scattering along the path from the door to the bed, tracing a trail of desire.

“Ahh… Third Brother, gently… gently!”

The graceful beauty savored her lover’s touch, yet struggled slightly to bear his wildness. Qing Niang bit her lip tightly, desperately suppressing shameful cries.

Qiao San knew his sister-in-law’s nature, yet he would not allow her restraint. His red tongue danced, flicking across the delicate pearl of her breast. One hand gently pinched her earlobe, smooth and white as jade, while the other roamed her waist and softly caressed the silky inner thighs of Qing Niang.

The two naked lovers clung tightly to each other, as if trying to merge into one. Moments later, numbness gave way to softness; Qing Niang’s body relaxed, her limbs loosened, and her full, tender form sank back onto the bed.

The triumphant younger brother finally ceased his fierce assault, savoring his sister-in-law’s fragrant nectar. Qiao San’s passion transformed into a burning gaze.

Watching his sister-in-law’s secret passage swell to its limit under his touch, the young brother’s pride soared beyond the heavens, unparalleled. Hearing her rapid, fervent breaths, his manhood miraculously swelled again, stiffening nearly parallel to his abdomen, the swollen head throbbing painfully, as if ready to burst.

“Sister-in-law, I’m going in!”

While shaping her beautiful passage into an alluring “S” curve, the man whispered into her ear the most intoxicating plea. Then, with a shake of his manhood, the swollen head rubbed back and forth against her moist lips, quickly slicking his shaft into a glistening state.

“Third Brother, don’t rush…”

Unexpectedly, a tremendous surprise occurred!

Qiao San never expected that his composed sister-in-law would utter such an enticing phrase. For a moment, he was stunned, his manhood frozen at her entrance, forgetting to thrust forward.

In an instant, Qing Niang seemed transformed. Her elegance remained, yet now she exuded a seductive charm never seen before.

Her silky black hair swayed gently, spreading into countless flowing strands. Her smooth, delicate tongue extended from her mouth, curling enticingly across her red lips.

Qing Niang gently twisted her tender body, slipping free from her younger brother’s shaft. Then, in a unique motion, she bent forward, her cherry lips slowly opening, inch by inch taking his source of desire into her mouth.

“Third Brother, does it feel good?” Her whisper was enchanting. The happiness and shyness in Qing Niang’s eyes could no longer be hidden, and even the Dark Fox Secret couldn’t mask her true nature.

A blend of charm and grace might seem like a flaw in the technique, but this very flaw stirred endless waves of passion in Qiao San, more than even the Twelfth Princess had ever done.

Perhaps this wasn’t a flaw in the technique at all, but a secret weapon intentionally crafted by the Fox Queen!

Qiao San’s eyes flashed red, the blood mark on his brow pulsing violently. His boiling blood left him no time to respond. With a sweep and a push, he pressed himself atop his irresistibly seductive sister-in-law.

“Zi—” His manhood parted her inner and outer folds, swiftly plunging into her drenched passage. The swollen head squeezed the tender walls, then surged forward powerfully into the core of her bloom.

In an instant, the younger brother was fully embedded. The motion was as fluid as flowing clouds and running water, completed in one seamless stroke. Only when their lower bodies collided with a delightful sound did Qing Niang realize her younger brother had entered her once again.

Pleasurable numbness surged from her hidden valley into her heart, then from her heart into her mind. The Dark Fox Secret, newly learned, was instantly undone, and the graceful beauty’s tender body rippled in waves under this savage impact.

“Ahh… Third Brother, wait… don’t move… oh…”

Amid her long moan, Qing Niang wrapped her arms around her younger brother. Her legs shifted slightly, instinctively adjusting the position of her secret passage. Her valley opened and closed, seeking the source of ultimate pleasure.

Qiao San paused, for his sister-in-law’s passage had brought him another surprise. Suddenly, countless tiny hands emerged from the walls of her valley, massaging his shaft from every angle. Overwhelmed with pleasure, the man groaned, “Uh, Sister-in-law, where did you… learn this… ah…”

Shy and blushing, Qing Niang radiated even greater allure. She gently twisted her hips and cautiously replied, “It’s all from the Fox Queen’s teachings. She said only this way could we cultivate together, and bring you happiness. Is it like this, Third Brother? Hmm…”

Emotion transformed into a warm current flooding his eyes. Deeply moved, Qiao San nearly wept. Hugging her tightly, he began thrusting gratefully.

Gentle withdrawal slid his shaft to the entrance of her sacred valley; slow penetration reached deep into her blossom. This tender rhythm was like a boat drifting upon a lake, while silent streams of passion flowed with the movement of his manhood.