Shit! Shit!
I'm really getting more and more messed up!
Just then, the system's voice rang in Lin Feng's mind.
[Ding! Host's Dao Heart has strengthened, advancing to the next level. Reward: 10,000 Spirit Stones and skill: Transfer Technique!]
[Transfer Technique: Host can transfer or nullify cultivation levels in any Cauldron, adjusting their Male-Pleasing Skill rank at will. Note: Max transfer rank equals Host's Female-Conquest Skill rank. Current Female-Conquest Skill: C Rank!]
Transfer skill?
Lin Feng's mind buzzed.
Su Qingwen's first time had been with him, so logically her Male-Pleasing Skill should still be at F — basically zero technique.
Even now, she was trying hard, drooling uncontrollably, little beads of saliva dropping to the floor, but she was still just a hair away from hitting the point that gave him the most pleasure.
What if… he boosted her rank?
Without hesitation, he issued the command in his mind: [Raise Su Qingwen's Male-Pleasing Skill to C Rank!]
In an instant, Su Qingwen, who had been working hard between his legs, froze.
The next second, it was like she'd had an epiphany — her expression changed completely!
Her small hand moved rapidly and rhythmically, while her mouth opened, her pink tongue darting out like a nimble snake, striking at precise angles and teasing with expert flair.
Seeing how much pleasure she was giving Lin Feng, joy welled up in her. Wanting to give him even more incredible sensations, she somehow knew what to do instinctively.
Sometimes she'd lick the head of his cock and the slit, sometimes glide her tongue along the shaft. At his peak excitement, she'd swirl her tongue around the groove between the crown and shaft, teasing with uncanny precision.
Instantly, that exotic assault sent waves of excitement through Lin Feng's entire body. Unable to help himself, he reached down, pressed her head in place, and moaned in pleasure at her skilled work!
With her mouth working him, electric jolts coursed through his cock. The physical tingling combined with the mental thrill of being serviced so wantonly drove him to a speechless sensory high.
Lin Feng trembled, letting out soft groans, "Mmn, yeah! Keep licking… harder…"
The sensation of her sucking him was too intense. Overwhelmed with excitement, his control slipped. He leaned forward, hands roaming over her soft, delicate body. The feel of her plush curves — especially her full, round breasts — fueled his craving, his breathing growing heavier.
Unable to hold back, his trembling hands moved to her head, gently pressing her down onto his groin.
Su Qingwen shivered, instantly understanding his desire, and obediently opened her red lips, lowering her head.
Lin Feng thrust upward, and the bulk of his thick cock schlucked into her small mouth.
"Umph! Mmph!" she muffled, her lips stretched tight. His cock was huge, forcing its way past her lips into her mouth, filling it, the fit snug and seamless.
"Mmph!" The sensation of her mouth stretched around his girth, the scorching heat sent a mix of discomfort and thrill through her, her voice garbled with excitement.
But she couldn't resist the intense masculine scent. Trembling, she slowly moved her head, using her warm mouth to slide up and down his shaft, making wet slurp slurp sounds.
The powerful pleasure had Lin Feng's every pore feeling like it might burst open. Yet his craving was far from satisfied.
In his urgency, his hands moved from the top of her head to grip her cheeks, holding her steady. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he began fucking her mouth in fast, deep strokes.
Her mouth, like her pussy, was tight. The sensation of his cock pistoning in her mouth electrified him, each wave of pleasure slamming into his rod and hungry heart.
"Huff… Senior, so good… Fucking your mouth feels just like fucking your pussy," Lin Feng murmured, eyes blazing with lust. His hands locked on her head as he drove into her mouth, making her moan and shake her head, hair flying. Each withdrawal drew a thin strand of saliva clinging to his cock, glistening silver and obscene.
Seeing her drenched, wanton face and her mouth filled with his spit, Lin Feng's desire exploded. His pace grew faster, each thrust making her whimper. Several deep drives buried his cock in her throat, making her breath hitch, yet her moans grew more passionate.
"Mmph mmph… nngh nngh…" Her breathy chant spurred Lin Feng on. Unleashing one hand, he fondled her breast through her dress, squeezing her full mound. The warmth and softness were the ultimate pleasure.
The dual assault left Su Qingwen dizzy with shame and arousal. The thrill of possibly being caught in public heightened her excitement, her face blazing red, muffled moans trapped in her mouth.
Her hands clutched at Lin Feng's back and thigh, bracing herself as he ravaged her mouth.
As his thrusts grew fiercer, her mouth numbed with pleasure-pain. She felt like she was being tortured to death, her face crimson, pushing weakly at him.
But Lin Feng, lost in ecstasy, only gripped her tighter and hammered harder, oblivious to her distress.
"Mmph mmph…" Finally, overwhelmed, Su Qingwen summoned the strength to shove him back. Fresh air flooded her lungs, and she gasped greedily.
"Huff… cough cough…" Choking on her own spit, streams of silvery saliva spilled from her lips, glistening threads hanging from her mouth.
"Huff… you bastard, you were gonna kill me!" she pouted.
Lin Feng chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, Senior… your mouth just felt too good, I couldn't hold back!"
"Hmph… you heartless thing! You know how big you are — shoving it in my mouth like that, almost made me pass out!"
She panted, still catching her breath, clearly showing how intense it had been.
Recovering, she took him in her mouth again, sinking until he filled her deep. The warmth and pleasure surged through Lin Feng.
Holy crap!
This upgrade was insane!
A brand-new, overwhelming stimulation detonated inside him. His body jolted, breath catching.
C Rank was no joke — she'd instantly found his most sensitive spots and attacked them with unbelievable skill.
Just a few moves and his legs buckled, hands barely holding her shoulders, thighs trembling violently.
"Hehe, so cute — guess I'll eat you up now!"
Su Qingwen looked up at his out-of-control state, grinning triumphantly, then opened wide again.
Sss—!
Lin Feng's brain buzzed, vision exploding white!
A flood of cum, stronger than ever, burst out uncontrollably. His legs gave out, his body drained, and he slumped against the wall, gasping.
A deep emptiness followed, then an all-over euphoria. Every pore danced, every cell cheered.
Looking down, Su Qingwen knelt before him, cupped her hands, catching every drop like treasure. Then she opened her mouth and licked it clean, like a cat lapping milk.
She even smacked her lips. "Mm… unique flavor. Delicious."
Holy crap!
Lin Feng's worldview took another brutal hit.
This woman… after he'd developed her, had completely let loose.
She gently cleaned him with wet wipes, fixed his pants, as tender as a devoted wife.
"I'll go out first. Rest a bit before you come out." She smoothed her skirt. "I've got dinner with Zhang Bin tonight."
"You can still eat?" Lin Feng joked.
"Tch!" Her face flushed. "Occasional rewards keep a simp motivated. Gotta keep him hoping. If I left with you now, he'd overthink it!"
Her twisted logic actually made sense to Lin Feng. "Fair enough."
"Damn right!" She proudly lifted her chin, her chest lifting in a tempting arc. "Being a goddess takes maintenance. Unlike you — you drag me into a fitting room, rip my clothes off the second we're alone!"
Her voice was teasing, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"You're the one who dragged me in!" Lin Feng corrected.
"Same difference!" She stuck out her tongue, gave a cute face, then mimed savoring the aftertaste. "Gotta go tend to my little simp. Bye!"
Lin Feng watched her go — slender waist, plush hips swaying in a perfect S-curve.
Had to admit, if she were serious, Su Qingwen was a total catch — gentle, beautiful, great body.
Of course, he knew there was no "if."
His legs weak, Lin Feng slumped onto the fitting room bench.
The Yin-Yang Pleasure Skill was insane — each time, ultimate pleasure, then quick recovery. That meant endless rounds without raising his pleasure threshold.
Su Qingwen reapplied her makeup, stepped out, and saw Zhang Bin waiting anxiously with three milk teas.
"Let's go!" She took a cup, sipped, but frowned slightly.
Her mind replayed that rich, intoxicating taste from the fitting room… Compared to that, this double-sugar milk tea suddenly tasted bland.
Seeing her playful charm, Zhang Bin melted, nodding and following.
His goddess was hungry — that mattered more than anything.