Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master Is Huang Rong

"Ah..."

Huang Rong's delicate body trembled violently again, and a suppressed gasp escaped her lips, like a startled fawn.

Her face, as clear and beautiful as white jade, instantly flushed crimson, vibrant as the evening clouds, impossibly beautiful.

This time, Lin Xuan didn't bother finding an excuse to "clear her heart meridians." He simply brought his lips to her crystal-clear earlobe and whispered in a deep, magnetic voice, like a devil's temptation:

"Master, don't resist... you'll feel very comfortable..."

The pads of his fingers gently circled the curves of her soft, full breasts, then his fingers closed slightly, encompassing all of that astonishing softness and elasticity.

The sensation, the words, seemed to crush her last shred of reason.

Huang Rong felt an unprecedented burning desire surge from the depths of her body. That tingling numbness exploded from her chest, instantly spreading to every limb.

Her body went weak, and she could no longer stand. She could only surrender her entire weight to him.

A long, suppressed moan escaped her lips involuntarily, tinged with a hint of tears, yet charming to the bone.

She even began to actively respond to Lin Xuan's touch, her body twisting unconsciously, as if only this could alleviate the deep-seated emptiness and yearning, seeking a deeper, more sunken contact.

Lin Xuan's palm slowly slid down from Huang Rong's high, soft breasts, tracing the flat, supple lines of her abdomen, devoid of any excess flesh, caressing gently.

"Master, the Dantian is the source of the Blood Essence sea. With smooth Blood Essence here, it can nourish the entire body."

He spoke in a low voice, as if still searching for a final excuse for his actions, or perhaps offering Huang Rong a way to save face in her descent.

His hand moved slowly downward, gliding over her warm abdomen, and finally, rested on her long, straight legs, which gleamed like ivory in the moonlight.

Huang Rong's delicate body trembled violently once more, and a weaker whimper, barely audible, escaped her lips.

She felt Lin Xuan's palm, carrying a scorching heat like a prairie fire, pressing directly against the most sensitive, tender skin of her inner thighs, through the thin silk.

This was an unprecedented intimacy, a contact she had never shared with any man other than her husband, Guo Jing.

An extreme sense of shame washed over her like a tidal wave, but it was followed by a strange, thrilling numbness that spread rapidly from the roots of her thighs, like a fierce electric current, coursing through every limb.

Her legs, lustrous as jade, instantly went weak. If Lin Xuan's arm hadn't held her like an iron hoop, she would have already collapsed to the ground.

She tried hard to tell herself that this was just her disciple treating her injuries, guiding her internal energy...

But that intensely invasive warmth, those fingers moving in her most private places, made it impossible to deceive herself any longer.

She felt a hidden pleasure, long suppressed in the depths of her body, completely awakened.

Caught between shame and annoyance, she found herself involuntarily sinking into this strange and sinful indulgence.

Seeing Huang Rong's beautiful eyes tightly shut, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, completely lost in a daze, Lin Xuan cast aside all reservations.

Slowly, with almost reverent movements, he unfastened the moon-white silk robe clinging to Huang Rong.

The soft garment slid off like water under the moon, revealing her snow-white, jade-like, crystal-clear skin, and her full, abundant breasts, long bound by the clothing, now finally set free.

The bright moonlight poured unreservedly onto her perfect body.

Her skin was as delicate as the finest cream, exuding a sacred halo under the moonlight, so fine it seemed it could be broken by a touch.

Her full breasts, sculpted like white jade, rose and fell with her rapid breaths, outlining a breathtaking curve.

The two rosy cherry-like tips on top stood out strikingly in the cool night and moonlight, inviting plucking.

She shyly squeezed her eyes shut, not daring to meet Lin Xuan's burning gaze. Her slender eyelashes trembled violently, as if anxiously and expectantly awaiting her impending fate.

Lin Xuan's gaze roamed her delicate body wantonly, his eyes flashing with almost fervent desire.

Using "checking her meridians" as his final fig leaf, he slowly lowered his head and pressed his warm lips onto her skin.

From her graceful, swan-like neck, to her delicate, butterfly-wing collarbones, and then to her heaving chest.

His lips were warm and moist, carrying a rich masculinity, gently yet with irresistible force, caressing her every sensitive inch of skin.

Huang Rong's delicate body trembled violently, and a suppressed groan, pushed to the extreme, escaped her lips, as if repeatedly struck by electricity.

Lin Xuan's tongue, with a hint of moisture, gently licked the skin of her fair neck.

Then it slowly moved down, gliding over her delicate collarbones, and finally, stopped on her full, alluring breasts.

He gently, yet with a suffocating desire, took that rosy tip into his mouth.

His tongue skillfully sucked and caressed, using all its technique to stir the flames that had already spread throughout her body.

"Mmm... ah..."

A weaker hum escaped Huang Rong's lips, her voice completely unlike her usual clear and pleasant tone.

At this moment, her voice carried an indescribable softness and lust, broken and enchanting, enough to drive any man mad.

Her mind resisted, felt shame, despaired.

But her body, under Lin Xuan's domineering yet skillful caresses and kisses, involuntarily surrendered, completely defeated.

Her legs trembled with weakness. If Lin Xuan's arms hadn't tightly encircled her slender waist, she would have long since collapsed to the ground, melting into a pool of spring water.

Under the dual impact of extreme pleasure and guilt, Huang Rong's reason completely collapsed, her mind a blank.

She half-resisted, half-yielded, even actively allowing Lin Xuan to do as he pleased.

She felt a burning desire, unprecedented, surge from the depths of her body, like a volcanic eruption, burning fiercely within her, making her unable to extricate herself, only wanting to be utterly, fiercely consumed by him.

She even proactively extended her slender arms, hugging Lin Xuan tightly, burying her burning hot cheeks in his neck, emitting suppressed sobs and moans, like a lost lamb in a storm, seeking its only shelter.

Her hands unconsciously wrapped around Lin Xuan's firm waist, her fingertips gripping his clothes tightly, as if wanting to merge him into her own bones and blood, never to be separated.

She let out intermittent low moans, her voice choked with sobs, yet filled with extreme temptation and pleading:

"Xuan'er... Xuan'er..."

Her graceful and peerless, naturally seductive and enchanting body, supple and full of elasticity, began to actively writhe and rub, seeking deeper, tighter contact, yearning for Lin Xuan to completely possess her, to fill her endless emptiness.

Lin Xuan felt Huang Rong's complete surrender and active response.

He knew that this world-renowned, incredibly intelligent leader of the Beggar's Sect, this Master who haunted his dreams, had completely fallen.

She was like a ripe fruit, waiting for his final harvest.

Chapter Thirty-One: Breaking the Cocoon and Becoming a Butterfly

Inside Xiangyang City, the council hall was brightly lit, casting an even more resolute glow on Guo Jing's weathered face.

His brows were furrowed, and his broad, thick hands landed heavily on the sand table, pointing to the defenses on the north side of the city.

"The Mongol army has gathered heavy troops this time; their offensive will surely be fiercer than before! General Zhang, your unit must guard strictly and allow no slack whatsoever!"

His voice was like a booming bell, carrying an undeniable authority that echoed through the hall.

The atmosphere was heavy, and all the generals had solemn expressions, holding their breath in concentration.

Guo Jing's gaze swept over the tired yet still determined faces, his heart feeling heavy. The war was becoming increasingly critical, and everyone was on edge.

However, during the intense military discussions, Guo Jing's mind would always drift elsewhere.

He looked out at the dark night sky, and what came to mind was Huang Rong's beautiful face, tinged with weariness, yet still capable of toppling cities.

Thinking of her recent physical discomfort—caused by long-term fatigue and internal energy imbalance—Guo Jing's heart tightened.

Several times he had urged her to rest properly, but she had always brushed it off lightly, saying she was fine.

It was already late at night, and the bamboo forest outside was even more secluded and quiet. He thought, Rong'er must be asleep by now?

In the pavilion, moonlight poured down like water.

It gently bathed their tightly entwined bodies, casting a halo of sanctity and splendor upon this intimate moment.

Huang Rong's silk robes had already fallen to the ground, scattered on the bluestone slabs like shed butterfly wings, signaling a silent transformation.

Her soft and jade-like delicate body lay there, her flesh and bones plump and moist, glistening like congealed fat under the moonlight, radiating a captivating, lustrous sheen.

Her face, at this moment, was even more like a peach blossom, her delicate cheeks flushed red, her almond eyes slightly closed. She was breathtakingly beautiful, like a delicate flower nourished to its extreme by dew and rain, about to bloom in its most brilliant posture.

Her already exquisitely proportioned, curvaceous jade body had become soft and weak from Lin Xuan's deep caresses earlier, like melting spring snow, trembling involuntarily.

The old pain had long since vanished, replaced by waves of stronger, more thorough numbness and heat, surging from the depths of her limbs and bones, rushing straight to her mind.

This torrent of heat, like a breached flood, instantly drowned her reason and broke down the moral defenses she had held for years.

Deep within her body, it was as if a fire, confined for many years, was now ignited by Lin Xuan's fingertips, burning fiercely, incinerating all her modesty and rationality.

Lin Xuan gently lifted Huang Rong, letting her sit sideways on his lap.

Huang Rong's body became exceptionally soft, like a boneless willow branch, leaning entirely into his embrace. Her head rested weakly on his shoulder, her raven-black hair cascading down, falling onto his chest, carrying a faint, subtle fragrance.

As Huang Rong was lifted, her jade body was fully revealed, appearing even more delicate and translucent under the moonlight, every inch of her flesh and bone exuding an elegant softness.

Her full, ample bosom heaved violently with her rapid breaths, its crystalline curves clearly reflected in Lin Xuan's fervent gaze, drawing his greedy eyes to linger, his heart stirred.

The two rosy buds, faintly visible under the moonlight, seemed to silently invite his kisses and caresses, tender and dripping.

Huang Rong's breathing grew more rapid, her soft moans continuous, her mouth emitting unconscious whimpers. The sound was fragmented and enchanting, with a soul-stirring tremor, almost melting into the night.

It was also like a spring swallow trapped in a cage, emitting a desperate yet seductive cry.

Her eyes, usually perceptive, were now hazy, veiled with a mist, carrying a hint of helpless panic.

And also a tremor and longing that she herself felt ashamed of—it was a primal instinct suppressed for years, now released, wild and surging, like a sleeping volcano finally erupting at this moment, unstoppable.

The Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique was now fully operational, greedily absorbing the boundless Primal Yin Energy from Huang Rong's body.

As her internal energy flowed away, Huang Rong felt a numb sense of emptiness, as if her body had been hollowed out.

But in the next moment, an even purer essence flowed back, like a clear spring, surging into her meridians, nourishing every inch of her flesh and blood.

Lin Xuan adjusted Huang Rong's body, making her fit more closely in his embrace.

His palm slowly moved down her delicate waistline, his fingertips carrying a seductive warmth, gently but undeniably stroking the inner side of her slender thighs.

The smooth, jade-like lines of her legs trembled under his fingertips, each touch precisely stimulating her most sensitive nerves, igniting waves of numbness.

Following the curve of her tender inner thighs, he moved upward, all the way to her most secret, hidden valley.

His fingertips seemed to possess magic; wherever they touched, there was heat and numbness, causing Huang Rong's body to tremble as if struck by electricity, like a small boat swaying in a fierce storm.

Huang Rong's delicate body trembled violently again, letting out a weaker whimper, like a willow branch swaying in the wind.

She felt Lin Xuan's palm, carrying a scorching heat, directly pressing against the most sensitive, tender, and delicate skin on the inner side of her thighs.

It was an intimacy she had never experienced before, making her feel extreme shame, as if all her secrets were being spied upon by him, with nowhere to hide.

But that shame intertwined with a strange numbness, like an electric current flowing through her limbs, making her jade-like legs feel weak, almost unable to stand.

She could only cling tightly to Lin Xuan's waist, seeking her sole support, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood.

In the chaos, she tried to convince herself: this was just internal energy guidance, just to clear her meridians, for the people of Xiangyang City, for everything she guarded.

However, the scorching touch from Lin Xuan's fingertips, that aggressive heat, made it impossible for her to deceive herself any longer.

She felt a hidden pleasure, long suppressed deep within her body, completely awakened, like a sleeping beast roaring to break free from its cage.

Shame and ecstasy intertwined in her heart, causing her body to involuntarily sink into a strange submersion, as if pulled by an invisible force, step by step towards the abyss.

All her struggles, all her restraint, crumbled before this surging desire, vanishing into nothingness.

Huang Rong's body arched, letting out suppressed moans, like a bowstring pulled to its limit, on the verge of breaking.

Her hands gripped Lin Xuan's neck tightly, her fingertips even turning white from the excessive force, her nails almost piercing his skin, as if wanting to merge him into her own body.

Her voice was choked with tears, yet filled with allure, a plea from the depths of her soul for release, a desire to be completely possessed, like parched land yearning for the nourishment of sweet rain:

"Xuan'er... I... I feel so bad... Please... quickly..."

Lin Xuan knew the time had come; he should fully embrace this blooming delicate flower.

He whispered softly in her ear:

"Master... don't be afraid... it will be comfortable soon..."

In her daze, Huang Rong only felt the craving deep within her body grow stronger, tearing at her like a tide, causing her unbearable pain.

She longed for Lin Xuan to completely possess her, to free her from this endless torment.

It was an involuntary fall, a fervent pursuit of unknown pleasure, trapping her firmly, leaving her unable to think, unable to resist.

All her struggles, all her restraint, crumbled before this surging desire, leaving no room for resistance.

"I... I am willing..."