Lucas couldn't help but notice how vulnerable Lira seemed already, her body practically trembling under his touch. It was all thanks to that massage cultivation technique, his hands knew them by heart. As he kneaded her skin, he could sense it—her energy shifting, her breath catching in little gasps. She was horny already, no doubt about it, and the realization sent a jolt of heat through him. She's so damn responsive, he thought, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. I've barely started, and she's already melting. His hands slid down from her buttocks, tracing the curve of her hips, until his fingers brushed against the slick warmth of her wet pussy. The moment he touched her there, feeling the fluid coat his fingertips, a rush of rich Yin energy surged into him, thick and intoxicating. Fuck, that's potent, he thought, his pulse quickening. She's practically radiating it—how long has she been holding this in?
Lira, meanwhile, was a mess of sensations, her mind spinning as Lucas worked his magic. She loved that he was good with his hands—too good, maybe—but this? This was something else entirely. The massage dual cultivation technique he was using hit her like a tidal wave, crashing through every mental wall she'd tried to put up. How does he do this to me? she wondered, her thoughts hazy as another wave of pleasure rippled through her. I should've known… should've braced myself… but oh gods, it's too much. When his fingers grazed her pussy, she froze for a split second, stunned by the sudden intensity, before a low moan slipped out of her. She couldn't stop it—didn't want to stop it. The way he touched her, confident and deliberate, sent sparks dancing up her spine. He knows exactly what he's doing, she thought, a mix of awe and surrender swirling in her chest. I'm done for… I can't fight this. Her body arched slightly, pressing into his hands, and she let herself sink deeper into the bliss, moaning louder now, enjoying every damn second of it.
Lira's body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alight with the overwhelming pleasure Lucas was drawing out of her. She'd been lying on her chest, sprawled out on the thick, worn blanket they'd tossed onto the hardwood floor of his cramped little practice room. The air was warm, and her skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat. Up until that moment, she'd been trying—failing, really—to keep some semblance of control, to hold onto the threads of her composure. But then, almost without thinking, she shifted. Her arms trembled as she pushed herself up, flipping over to lie flat on her back, the blanket bunching up beneath her. Now she faced upward, her chest heaving with shallow breaths, her dark hair fanning out messily around her head. She was completely vulnerable to Lucas now, her body exposed and open, her legs parted slightly as if inviting him closer. What am I doing? she thought, a flicker of embarrassment cutting through the haze in her mind. I can't even pretend to resist him anymore… it's like my body's decided for me. Her eyes darted to his face, catching the glint of satisfaction in his gaze, and her stomach flipped. He knows. He knows exactly how much I want this.
Lucas watched her move, his breath catching for a split second as she turned over. The way she looked up at him now—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, her skin flushed a soft pink—sent a thrill racing down his spine. She's giving in, he thought, his hands itching to touch her again. She's mine to play with now. He didn't waste a second. His left hand found her soft, perky breasts, fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he massaged them, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped, her back arching off the blanket, and he couldn't help the low chuckle that rumbled in his chest. So sensitive, he mused, watching her squirm. His right hand, meanwhile, slid down her trembling body, brushing past the dip of her navel until his fingers settled over the slick heat of her pussy. He rubbed her clitoris in slow, deliberate circles, feeling the way her hips bucked up to meet him, the wetness coating his hand growing thicker by the second. She's soaking, he thought, a hungry edge to his smirk. This Yin energy… it's practically pouring out of her.
"I love this, Master… dominate me, Master," Lira said, her voice coming out in a breathy moan that hit him like a punch to the gut. The words tumbled from her lips, raw and unfiltered, and Lucas felt a surge of heat flood through him. Fuck, I love that, he thought, his pulse hammering in his ears. The way she called him "Master," the way her tone dripped with need—it was like fuel on the fire already burning inside him. He knew for sure she wanted this, wanted him to take control, to push her further than she could handle. Her submission was a gift, and he wasn't about to waste it. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice rougher than he'd intended, and he saw the way her eyes fluttered at the praise. She's eating this up, he thought, his confidence swelling. Let's see how much she can take.
He added more technique to his movements, channeling the cultivation methods he'd been drilling into himself. His left hand kneaded her breasts harder now, alternating between gentle squeezes and firmer grips, while his right hand worked her clit with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic—slow circles, then quick flicks, then back again. He could feel the Yin energy flowing from her, a steady stream of it rushing out of her wet pussy and into his hands, up his arms, pooling in his dantian like liquid gold. It coursed through his meridians, warm and electric, feeding his own cultivation with every shudder that ran through her body. This is it, he thought, his focus sharpening even as his arousal spiked. This is exactly what I need to break through to the next level. Her body kept convulsing under his touch, her muscles tensing and releasing in little spasms of pleasure, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. The sight of her—writhing, moaning, completely at his mercy—was almost as intoxicating as the energy she was giving him.
Lira's mind was a whirlwind, her thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm. Every time Lucas touched her, it was like he was peeling away another layer of her resistance, leaving her raw and exposed. He's too good at this, she thought, her head tipping back against the blanket as another moan ripped out of her throat. I can't… I can't think straight. The way his hands moved over her breasts, teasing and tugging, sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core, and the pressure on her clit—oh gods, that pressure—was driving her insane. Her hips rocked up against his fingers, chasing the sensation, and she could feel herself unraveling, piece by piece. I'm losing it, she thought, a pang of desperation mixing with the bliss. He's got me pinned, and I don't even care anymore. The Yin energy pouring out of her felt like it was draining her strength, but she didn't mind—not when it meant feeding him, not when it felt this good. "More, Master," she whimpered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Did I really just say that? she wondered, mortified for a split second, but then his fingers pressed harder, and all she could do was gasp.
Lucas grinned at her plea, his chest swelling with a mix of pride and lust. She's begging for it now, he thought, his hands moving with even more purpose. He leaned down closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "You're doing so well for me, Lira." Her reaction was immediate—another shudder, another flood of Yin energy rushing into him—and he soaked it up greedily. His dantian thrummed with power, the meridians in his arms and chest buzzing as the energy settled into him. She's perfect for this, he thought, marveling at how much she was giving him. I could cultivate for days off her alone. He shifted his left hand, cupping her breast fully and giving it a possessive squeeze, while his right hand picked up speed, rubbing her clit with a relentless precision that had her crying out. Her body convulsed again, harder this time, her thighs trembling as she teetered on the edge of something explosive.
Lira could barely breathe, the pleasure building inside her like a storm about to break. He's going to ruin me, she thought, her hands clutching at the blanket beneath her, fingers twisting in the fabric. The way he handled her breasts, the way his fingers danced over her clit—it was too much, too perfect. Her whole body felt like it was vibrating, the Yin energy flowing out of her in waves she couldn't control. I'm giving him everything, she realized, a strange mix of pride and surrender washing over her. And he's taking it all. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the room as she arched up into his touch. "Master, please," she gasped, not even sure what she was asking for—more pressure, more speed, more of him. Her mind was a blur, her senses drowning in the heat of his hands and the sound of his voice. I'm his, she thought, the realization hitting her like a thunderclap. Completely his.
Lucas felt the shift in her, the way her body surrendered entirely to him, and it pushed him to the edge of his own restraint. She's breaking apart for me, he thought, his own breath ragged now. The Yin energy was flooding into him faster, richer, and he could feel his cultivation surging, his dantian swelling with power. He pressed his thumb harder against her clit, circling it with a roughness that made her scream, while his other hand pinched her nipple just enough to make her gasp. "That's it, Lira," he growled, his voice thick with hunger. "Give it all to me." Her body obeyed, convulsing one last time as the pleasure crashed over her, her cries echoing off the walls. The rush of Yin energy that followed was like a tidal wave, slamming into him and lighting up every meridian in his body. Holy shit, he thought, reeling from the intensity. She's a damn goldmine. As she collapsed back against the blanket, panting and spent, he couldn't help but
grin.