Fairy, help me cultivate.

Chapter 292 Jin Yiluo, who is too proactive

"This place, this position, it's so embarrassing~ Ugh~"

Lu Qing's head was stuck on the top of the tower, and his arms were already sore and weak, but Chen Yao had his legs wrapped around his waist and was pushing him hard.

Chen Yao felt the warm, smooth texture in his palm as it moved back and forth, and he felt the layers of ripples in the jade pot, which were extremely tempting.

He knew that Lü Qing had reached her limit, but it was still pretty good. On her first time, she had played so many tricks with him, and had almost practiced all eighteen forms of dual cultivation.

Her mother had the intention, but didn't have the energy.

Being young is definitely better.

Chen Yao thrust in as deep as possible, controlling her delicate body as he rotated.

Thrilled and excited, Lü Qing screamed even louder under the bright moon and sparse stars.

Chen Yao pulled her waist back, and she rolled over to hug his neck, wrapping her legs around his hips, the two wriggling face to face.

Lu Qing's beautiful eyes resembled mouths, her face flushed, and she bit her lower lip, looking both shy and tired.

Now, facing Chen Yao, she dared not groan loudly, her throat whimpering, adding a touch of girlish charm.

Chen Yao's head was covered in a white tiger-shaped steamed bun, full of collagen, with a generous and delicious filling.

Lü Qing's feet hooked tightly behind him, curling up and wrinkling with delicate pink flesh.

"Sizzle, pop!"

Chen Yao took her moist lips into his mouth and kissed her again with his tongue.

She welcomed the intrusion wholeheartedly, surrendering her entire being to it.

Chen Yao discovered that French kissing aroused a different kind of excitement in Lü Qing, who tightened her clenched muscles and her folds of flesh kept writhing.

He glanced at the sky; two hours had passed, so he opened the pass.

Breaking through the barrier in one wave.

Both of them gushed out at the same time.

Lu Qing's buttocks trembled wildly, her eyes rolled back, and her tongue clenched even tighter.

After a long while, she finally woke up in Chen Yao's arms.

The excitement faded, and a feeling of shyness welled up inside.

She didn't dare look Chen Yao in the eye. She didn't know what was wrong with her today, how she could be so bold as to give herself to him like that...

"Uh-huh~"

Chen Yao beneath her stirred; his slightly limp member was still inside her, burning and aching.

Chen Yao slowly pulled it out.

A series of "puffing" sounds came from the cavity, and the liquid gushed out all at once.

Lu Qing's groans were tinged with sobs.

Chen Yao touched her cheek: "Why are you still embarrassed with me?"

"It's because I'm with you that I'm embarrassed~ I must look especially ugly right now~ Ah~"

Before Lü Qing could finish speaking, Chen Yao stood up, put his arm around her shoulder, spread her legs, and watched the white tide gush out with her.

Lü Qing stared blankly at the water spurting from her steamed bun.

Chen Yao kissed her flushed, sweaty face: "Isn't it pretty?"

"Ugly...it's so ugly..."

She turned her head and took Chen Yao's lips into her mouth, sticking out her tongue to kiss him.

"Puff puff puff," "Puff gurgle," the flow there became even more turbulent.

By the time the two had finished getting ready and returned to the inn, it was nearly dawn.

None of the three women in the inn slept.

Seeing that Lü Qing was safe and sound, Lu Dan breathed a sigh of relief and ran over to hug her daughter, complaining to her.

But then he sniffed the air and looked closely at his daughter's unusual eyes and eyebrows, and he understood what was going on.

She glanced at Chen Yao, who smiled at her with a slight hint of apology.

Lu Dan sighed softly and took her daughter's hand: "Come on, let me help you apply it."

Lu Qing blushed with embarrassment and anxiety upon hearing Lu Dan's blunt words: "Mother!"

Lu Dan nodded to Chen Yao, then took Lü Qing's hand and went back to her room.

Yu Yun and Jin Yiluo seem to be getting along better now. One of them is sitting with her knees drawn up, pondering a chess game, while the other sits opposite her, keeping her company with a bored expression.

The two noticed Chen Yao approaching and snorted in unison.

"How come you've developed such a great understanding in just one night?"

Jin Yilu looked Chen Yao up and down, then smiled and said, "Are you dry now?"

"Uncle-Master, what you're saying isn't very pleasant to hear."

Yu Yun toyed with the chess piece in her hand: "Ah Jin is just stating the facts, right, Chen Yao?"

"Ah Jin? You're such good friends?"

"Yes, yes, Yao'er, if you call me A-Jin a few more times, I'll lose you!" Jin Yiluo said with a flirtatious look.

Chen Yao felt overwhelmed and smiled, "You guys have fun, I'm going to sleep."

Yu Yun stretched out her delicate foot and kicked Jin Yiluo: "You slut!"

Jin Yiluo grabbed her tender feet and tickled her: "At our age, we don't follow the coy tactics of young Lu Qing anymore. At this age, when you see a man you like, you have to show the courage to sit still and suck up the dirt."

Yu Yun gazed wistfully at Chen Yao as he disappeared into the flowerbed: "Hmm, that makes sense."

"So? Should you go first, or should I go first? Or, shall we go together?" Jin Yiluo rubbed her hands together.

Yu Yun giggled and then stepped on her foot: "You're as excited as a fly. I'm afraid I'll have to wait until we get back to Qiongya before I think about it. Right now, I'm not in the mood for that."

Jin Yiluo stood up from the pavilion and lifted her skirt, saying, "Then I won't be polite!"

Chen Yao was woken up by Jin Yiluo just as he fell asleep. He opened his eyes and looked down to find Jin Yiluo holding him in her mouth with her sunken cheeks and long lips, rolling her eyes at him.

"Uncle-Master, you!"

He didn't expect this uncouth man to actually keep his word. He tried to get up, but Jin Yiluo pushed him down.

"Sizzle—Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

She swallowed rhythmically, her tongue curling around it and plunging deep into her throat.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, her pretty face turned pale, and she vomited up the thing.

"No, I still need to practice my technique. I can't take it after just one incense stick's time... It's far from what the book describes."

She nudged Chen Yao's wet penis and laughed, "It's your fault, you've grown up too much."

As she spoke, she lifted her skirt and straddled Chen Yao's lap.

Chen Yao sat up: "Uncle-Master, we're not familiar with each other."

"Practice makes perfect. Once we have a deeper conversation, we'll be familiar with each other, won't we?"

"I've never seen anyone as thirsty as you." Chen Yao certainly didn't mind a beautiful woman throwing herself at him, but he was still a little caught off guard.

Jin Yiluo licked his chin and pulled at his clothes: "You've been trapped for over a hundred years, you'd be thirsty too."

Her tongue slid down and licked the small spot on Chen Yao's chest.

Chen Yao discovered that her tongue was very flexible.

Below, a damp, soft, and warm substance was already pressed against it, and it was being sucked even through the fabric.

This alone demonstrates her exceptional talent.

Chen Yao figured he might as well make the best of it, so he reached out and pressed his hand against the woman's rather well-proportioned breasts, tore open her clothes, pulled down her bodice, and was immediately exposed to her swaying breasts.

It feels even better to the touch than it looks.

Jin Yiluo's tongue moved even faster in her excitement.

The two touched and licked each other, and the quiet room was filled with heavy breathing.

Chen Yao pushed her up, bent down and took her into his mouth, sucking on her lips.

Jin Yiluo was panting, her eyes showing a satisfied, dreamy look.

She wrapped her arms around Chen Yao's shoulders, her delicate hands flailing about on his back.

My lower abdomen was being rubbed frantically through the fabric.

Chapter 293 Jin Yiluo, Filled with Vitality and Spirit

After casting a water purification spell, Jin Yiluo kissed Chen Yao's lips passionately.

Her tongue was more proactive than any other woman's, grazing every inch of his mouth like a fish that needed his saliva to survive.

The water in Jin Yiluo is sweet, and the person herself is also very sweet, if you ignore her coarseness.

But Chen Yao knew that she was not actually vulgar, but rather that it was a consequence of her being born and then dying, and then being reborn, with her soul trapped in a sword for a hundred years.

"Sizzle pop—"

The two kissed and their tongues parted.

Jin Yiluo's wet lips were slightly parted, her cheeks flushed: "How was it? My senior uncle's kissing skills weren't bad, were they? How does it compare to Junyu's?"

"They're about the same."

Chen Yao saw a hint of dissatisfaction flash in Jin Yiluo's eyes: "Impossible! How could my kissing skills be only half as good as that tomboy's? Junior nephew, try again~"

As she spoke, her lips pressed against Chen Yao's lips again, and her wet tongue licked into his mouth, curling around his tongue.

Chen Yao could only enjoy it, looking into Jin Yiluo's eyes as she earnestly French kissed him.