Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

His fingers slid up her ankle, and Bibi Dong trembled slightly, but instead of pulling away, she raised her foot a little higher.

Chapter 124 It's My Turn to Be On Top

Bibi Dong glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, her gaze carrying a hint of reproach and a touch of teasing, the rest filled with a lingering, seductive charm.

She gently removed Yue Qingge's finger from her lips with her slender fingers, her lips parted slightly, and her breath was sweet as orchids: "Don't forget what the punishment is."

Before she finished speaking, she stopped teasing him and instead freed up her other leg. Her two long, slender legs, encased in delicate stockings, moved with a powerful thrust, like two exquisite ice cream cones, bringing together one above the other as they fell towards Yue Qingge's farm tools.

His lower foot firmly supported his farm tools, the texture of the stockings carrying a slightly cool touch, like a thin layer of frost covering the scalding heat.

The upper foot landed precisely, fitting perfectly with the lower foot, firmly trapping Yue Qingge's farm tools between them.

This creates a pincer movement from both sides.

The ice cream began to rub slowly, making a soft rustling sound. Yue Qingge felt a tingling sensation shoot from his vitals straight to the top of his head. He slowly closed his eyes, and his body involuntarily leaned back.

The delicate touch and the subtle friction allowed him to completely relax and immerse himself in the gentle embrace woven by Bibi Dong's toes.

Bibi Dong's gaze remained fixed on his face, taking in every subtle change in Yue Qingge's expression, and the smile on her lips grew even more intense.

Suddenly, without warning, she pulled her lower leg away, leaving only the sole of her other foot completely covered by the farm implement.

With a slight exertion of force, the foot pressed down, carrying an undeniable sense of control. The warmth of the sole seeped through the stockings, soft yet with a hint of pressure.

Bibi Dong tilted her head slightly, looking down at Yue Qingge from a superior angle: "Baby, how is it?"

In that instant, the look in her eyes suddenly changed; the previous allure faded, replaced by a haughty and arrogant disdain.

It was as if a queen was looking down on her subjects, or as if a mother was watching over her child who was drowning in the palm of her hand.

Yue Qingge felt the oppressive aura filled with a subtle fragrance, and the sweet scent emanating from her ten toes, like Alpine lollipops.

Bibi Dong's toes were all round and full, with slightly curled tips. She gently touched her farm tools, and the furrows between them were filled with endless joy.

Bibi Dong saw through Yue Qingge's subtle changes in expression. She suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a hint of teasing: "Baby, what are you holding back?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her toes tightened suddenly, beginning a fierce strangulation. Her toes, like five nimble little snakes, tightly coiled around his vital spot.

Each twist precisely grinded over the most sensitive spot. Yue Qingge's body tensed abruptly, the gradually pulsating farm tool throbbing violently beneath the stockings.

Bibi Dong understood immediately, a sly glint in her eyes. She quickly put the two ice creams back together, soles of her feet facing each other, toes interlocked, completely enveloping Yue Qingge inside.

At that very moment, Yue Qingge's white breath suddenly burst forth, and the sticky spiritual liquid was completely blocked by her shiny stockings, with not a single drop falling to the ground.

Thick liquid clung to the stockings, shimmering in the light, and slowly trickled down the rounded curve of her jade-like foot, finally condensing into a single drop that hung precariously from her toe before silently dripping down.

Seeing this, Yue Qingge smiled and asked, "Mom, is the punishment over?"

Bibi Dong ignored him, turned slightly to the side, raised her lotus foot covered in spiritual liquid, and used her slender fingers to hook the sticky liquid on her stockings, drawing a thin silver thread on her fingertip.

She brought her finger to her lips, parted her lips slightly, took the elixir into her mouth, licked it lightly on her fingertip, and then bit it almost imperceptibly with her pearly teeth. Her gaze remained fixed on Yue Qingge's face, carrying a nonchalant allure.

She loosened her fingers, a trace of glistening moisture still clinging to her lips. "How could that be? Now it's my turn on top." Just then, the door behind the office opened with a click.

Bibi Dong didn't turn around, but her smile deepened: "Now you should lie down obediently." She didn't wipe the sticky spiritual liquid off her feet; instead, with her feet still wet and slippery, she elegantly put on her high heels.

Between the heel and ankle, a few fine silver threads were drawn out. With a wave of her hand, an irresistible divine power surged forth, lifting Yue Qingge into the air and gently tossing her onto the soft couch.

She then waved her hand again, and the door slammed shut. This time, Yue Qingge was left helpless, unable to call for help.

Yue Qingge lay back on the soft couch, gazing into Bibi Dong's long, narrow eyes. A heart seemed to slowly emerge from the depths of her pupils, growing increasingly bright and captivating, shimmering and mesmerizing.

Bibi Dong lifted her foot again and slowly took off her high heels. The heels made a soft "pop" as they left her ankle. The spiritual liquid on her stockings separated from the leather inside the shoes. She casually tossed the shoes aside, revealing the pair of shoes inside, now soaked in the spiritual liquid.

The original whiteness of the stockings was now covered by a thin layer of stickiness, like melted syrup staining the white brocade, leaving it mottled.

She bent down slightly, dipped her finger in the spiritual liquid that was still dripping down her leg, and then gently smeared it on Yue Qingge's farm tools.

Her fingertips, coated with the slippery elixir, circled his farm tools repeatedly, from top to bottom and bottom to top, giving them a thorough and gentle enchantment.

“After all…” she murmured, “one slippery and one rough one is definitely not as comfortable as two smooth ones.”

She straightened up, her gaze lingering on Yue Qingge's face for a moment, a mischievous smile playing on her lips: "I'm going to dig in!"

After Bibi Dong finished speaking, she grasped the hem of her gorgeous dress with her slender hands and slowly lifted it up. Inch by inch, the hem rose, revealing her slender calves encased in stockings, and then her full thighs.

Finally, the inverted triangle area, covered by stockings and an undershirt, is revealed. There, the edges of the stockings and the undershirt meet, forming a faint "Y" shape, outlining a full and mysterious silhouette.

She noticed Yue Qingge's burning gaze, and her heart stirred slightly. She deliberately slowed her movements, letting the hem of her skirt linger at its highest point for a few seconds.

Then she slowly leaned forward and gently placed the wrapped inverted triangle on Yue Qingge's face.

The cool touch of the stockings and the faint warmth emanating from under his clothes simultaneously pressed against the tip of his nose.

She lowered her head, her eyes full of teasing: "Do you want to... tear open the packaging?" Yue Qingge's action spoke for his answer. His large hand suddenly rose, fingers spread, heading straight for the "Y" character.

However, Bibi Dong nimbly twisted her body, deftly avoiding his palm. His fingers brushed against the edge of the stockings, only managing to touch a smooth patch of snow-white skin before his target had already slipped away.

"No, you're not allowed." Bibi Dong held up a finger and shook it in front of his eyes, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"You can't do anything today." Yue Qingge: ...

Chapter 125 You're so stupid! It was clearly you who disciplined us!

Under Yue Qingge's blank stare, Bibi Dong lowered her head and reached out to pinch the edge of her undergarment in the inverted triangle area.

She first tugged slowly, then suddenly pulled hard. With a soft "hiss," her stockings and undergarment were torn open at the same time, revealing her fair, smooth skin and the slightly trembling butterfly-shaped nipples.

The pair of butterflies were sparkling and white, lovely, fluttering gently with her breath.

In the very center of the Spirit Valley, the spring is already surging with spring tides, exuding a delicate fragrance. The spiritual liquid, mixed with the scent of flowers, is crystal clear and flows slowly along the patterns of butterflies.

Bibi Dong looked down at the towering farm tools, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes.

She slowly moved her body and sat down next to Yue Qingge, lifting her slender waist and gently grinding her spring with a farm tool.

The farm tools slid back and forth along the edge of the valley, brushing against the sensitive spring, each touch accompanied by a suppressed gasp.

She subconsciously lowered her head to compare the size, her pupils slightly contracting. She realized that she couldn't get in without prying it open herself. Bibi Dong pouted slightly, revealing a girlish coquettishness. She stretched out her jade-like hand, pinched the sides of her Butterfly Spirit Valley with two fingers, and slowly pried it open.

The wings resembled two large doors that had been pushed open, revealing the deepest palace within. Inside, a pink and moist secret realm, slightly writhing, every inch of its jade walls yearning to be filled.

She took a deep breath, slowly raised her rounded waist, and, with the air of a superior looking down at Yue Qingge's farm tools.

The body suddenly sank due to gravity, and the farm tool covered in Runhua pierced into the Butterfly Spirit Valley without any hindrance.

Bibi Dong's voluptuous figure was undeniable, and she sat down without any cushioning.

The base of the farm implement was firmly embedded in the edge of her spiritual valley, completely submerged without leaving a single gap.

Yue Qingge and Bibi Dong seemed to let out a long sigh at the same time. Bibi Dong's eyes widened slightly, her pupils unfocused, and her red lips parted slightly, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the shock of that moment. Yue Qingge subconsciously reached out her arm to support her.

Before they even touched each other, Bibi Dong made a muffled "hmm?" and shook her head: "I'm fine."

She glanced at Yue Qingge, then placed her hands on Yue Qingge's body and began to control her full, rounded breasts, letting them fall one by one.

*Splat.* *Slap.* *Splat.*

Each fall was a collision between the pile of meat and the trimmed leg; each fall was a friction between the farm tools and the spirit grain, carrying Bibi Dong's light silver.

Each fall struck deep into Yue Qingge's heart, causing his heart to pound violently in rhythm with the impact.

The sound of light silver further improved their synchronization, as if they were becoming one.

Oh... Oh...

Bibi Dong's red lips couldn't stop uttering broken notes, each syllable seeming to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat, trembling, carrying a hint of pleading.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes casting a shadow on her eyelids, and gently ran her hand across Yue Qingge's face, her fingertips tracing his outline.

"Baby...how are you?" Her voice was very soft, like a dream.

However, Yue Qingge's gaze was completely drawn to Bibi Dong's slightly protruding belly.

His eyes were fixed on that spot without blinking.

He could see his farm implements throbbing inside her body, each penetration causing her lower abdomen to undulate slightly.

He nodded subconsciously and said in a daze, "Great, great." Following Yue Qingge's gaze, Bibi Dong also lowered her head and looked at her slightly protruding belly.

She could feel the feedback from the body's swallowing motion more directly, the rhythmic thumping that was rather endearing.

Bi Dong glanced at Yue Qingge for a strange look, then suddenly sat down hard, but didn't get up immediately.

Instead, he pressed down on the bulge with his fingers, one press at a time. "Hoo-ha..."

A long, trembling breath escaped from deep within her throat. The moment she pressed, a series of intense squeezing sensations surged from within, as if countless tiny mouths were simultaneously sucking, enveloping Yue Qingge's "tool" tighter and deeper. But the more Bibi Dong rubbed, the brighter her eyes became, as if she had discovered an interesting toy. She raised her head, her gaze fixed intently on Yue Qingge: "Baby, how do you feel?"

Yue Qingge opened his mouth, only to feel an inexplicable external force that made the connection between him and the alluring flesh even closer and more moist.

Each press felt like a gentle pinch on his soul. "Stimulation..." Before he could finish speaking, he was cut off by a gasp. Bibi Dong's figure shifted again; she raised her large, voluptuous drum high, then brought it down like a heavy hammer.

Without buffering or pause, it was swift and decisive, carrying an almost savage power.

"Ah—!" Deep inside, the deepest part of the Other Shore Flower Palace was completely muddy. The spring water seeping from the jade wall completely enveloped Yue Qingge's farming tools, and every inch of the wall flesh was greedily writhing and contracting.

Even the slightest movement can produce the sound of flowing water.

Seeing that Bibi Dong's eyes were glazed over from the impact and a glistening tear on her lips, Yue Qingge stopped moving and froze on him.

Instead of remaining passive, he suddenly lifted himself up. "Ah...ha~"

Bibi Dong's body suddenly arched, her toes, which were covered in spiritual liquid, straightened silently, and the tips of her toes trembled slightly.

The jade walls deep within Butterfly Valley writhed wildly, expelling nectar wave after wave, mixing it with Yue Qingge's farm tools, and completely filling his ravine.

Spring water overflowed from the base of the farm tools, flowing down him and soaking the soft couch beneath him.

Bibi Dong's body gradually went limp, as if all her strength had been drained away, and she collapsed towards Yue Qingge's face like she had no bones.

Her hair fell, brushing against his cheek, carrying a faint fragrance. They were now almost touching, their noses nearly touching, their breaths mingling. Bibi Dong gazed at Yue Qingge with hazy eyes, her pupils reflecting his face, filled only with him.

She slowly stuck out her delicate tongue and gently traced it across his face, leaving a wet, slippery trail.

"You're so silly. In our house, how could the mistress punish the master?" she said coquettishly, stroking his body with one hand, touching him lightly.

"Baby should... punish Mom for taking matters into her own hands."

Looking at Bibi Dong, whose eyes were full of her, Yue Qingge felt a pang of tenderness in her heart at the undisguised affection and dependence in her eyes.

Bibi Dong, with strength she didn't know she had, used her knees to prop up the still-flowing butterfly spirit valley, and pressed her face against Yue Qingge's ear, her lips almost touching his earlobe.

Her voice held an irresistible allure, "Baby, come... tear Mommy apart."

Author's Note: Mingyue Yu Biezhi's "Urban Thunder Cultivator: I Rely on Giant Thunder to Cultivate Immortality" features a female protagonist who is a "giant thunder" type of cultivator.

Do you want to be Raishu?

Gu Ming, dressed in modern city attire, awakens the [Strongest Thunder Cultivation System] during the summer vacation after his college entrance examination.

By collecting "different lightning," one can gain enhanced physical constitution, affinity with the five elements, and even achieve immortality.

Sigh, this great thunder... oh no, this path of cultivation is both tender and heavy!

A veteran author, guaranteed quality and extremely strong.

Chapter 126 Enjoy It

Hearing her call, the last trace of hesitation in Yue Qingge's eyes vanished. He gripped her slender waist with both hands, lifted her slightly off him, and then rolled over to pin her down.

"Then please, Mom...enjoy yourself." "Okay."

Bibi Dong responded softly and slowly closed her eyes.

She surrendered all control of her body to Yue Qingge, completely relaxing and becoming as soft as spring water, while only Xue Tu was still heaving violently due to her rapid breathing.

Yue Qingge had been waiting for a long time. His large hand landed on the pair of glossy stockings and wandered over them in a series of pausing motions.

Compared to A Yin's fleshy legs, Bibi Dong's are more toned, with smooth and beautiful muscle lines. There is not a bit of excess fat, but it is not too thin either. The just-right plumpness makes it feel fuller to the touch.

With the added touch of stockings, the feel was amazing, making it irresistible to touch. His palm moved over the knees and shins, repeatedly rubbing and kneading, sometimes gently stroking, sometimes kneading.

Each time, he could feel the texture of the stockings sliding across his palm, and the soft, snow-white skin rolling gently with him.

Yue Qingge picked up Bibi Dong and let her wrap her arms around his neck. He slightly adjusted his position; as for where he sat, it went without saying. "Ah...oh...ah~"

Just by listening to Bibi Dong's long, melodious, and varied moans, one could tell that she was completely sitting on the farm implements.

The sound rose from low to high, like a piece of music slowly building to a climax, each syllable imbued with joy.

Her body rose and fell with Yue Qingge's movements, like a small boat bobbing on the waves.

With each strike, the farm implement, having been thoroughly moistened, fits perfectly into the deepest part of the plant, without the slightest hesitation or obstruction, as if they were born to be together.

The "splashing, splashing, splashing" sounds from where the two were joined were particularly clear on the quiet soft couch.

The voice was wet and clear, each note making one's heart race and face flush.