Lin Xuan, Are You Feeling Pretty Pleased with Yourself!

Huang Rong's voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of sobbing, yet filled with obedience and longing.

She actively twisted her body, pressing her most private, warm valley tightly against Lin Xuan's sturdy hips, seeking deeper, more complete contact.

Her body had already responded more honestly than her thoughts. It was an instinctive surrender, a fierce craving for strength and pleasure.

Her legs wrapped tightly around Lin Xuan's waist, giving herself to him completely, as resolute as a moth flying into a flame.

Slowly, yet with an undeniable force, Lin Xuan guided his hardened lower body into Huang Rong's warm, moist valley, inch by inch, steadily and surely.

"Ah..."

Huang Rong's delicate body shuddered violently. She let out a muffled cry of pain, like a tender flower pierced just as it bloomed.

An indescribable sensation erupted through her limbs in an instant, coursing through her like an electric current. Her whole body went limp, her limbs tingled, and she felt as though every bone had been drawn from her.

Lin Xuan didn't rush deeper. Instead, he paused gently, giving her a moment to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

He felt how intensely tight and warm Huang Rong was. Her exquisite softness seemed to envelop him completely, stirring his heart and intensifying his desire.

He lowered his head and gently kissed her lips, parted with shame and pleasure. His tongue softly caressed them, savoring her sweetness as he tried to soothe her and deepen her surrender, drawing her further into a sea of desire.

"Master... relax... feel the Internal Energy flowing..."

Lin Xuan's voice was mesmerizing as he guided Huang Rong to focus on her Internal Energy, trying to fuse the sensations in her body with martial arts and ease her mental burden.

He knew that only if she believed this was for martial arts, for Xiangyang, could she let down her guard completely.

In her daze, Huang Rong tried to follow Lin Xuan's guidance.

She felt surges of powerful, masculine Internal Energy flow from Lin Xuan into her body like a raging torrent.

It intertwined and blended with her own feminine Internal Energy, forming an even more majestic, purer power, as though it had opened up a new world within her meridians.

Surging pleasure swept over her. Deep within her body, a fullness unlike anything she had ever known welled up, bringing her comfort. All her emptiness was filled, as though rain had nourished parched earth and awakened it to vibrant life.

Lin Xuan began to move within Huang Rong slowly and rhythmically.

Every thrust drew a muffled moan from Huang Rong, growing steadily louder, as though she were being released from some burden, or singing an ancient song.

Under Lin Xuan's powerful rhythm, her body arched involuntarily, eagerly meeting every thrust and seeking a more complete union.

Like two magnets drawn together by a powerful force, they clung tightly to each other, unable to part.

She felt more than physical pleasure; she felt her Internal Energy surging ceaselessly through her body.

She buried her head against his shoulder, letting out broken murmurs. Her voice was threaded with tears, yet full of desperate longing:

"Xuan'er... faster... faster... deeper... I want more..."

She urged him on, yearning for more, surrendering her whole being to pleasure and power. She could no longer resist, and only wanted to lose herself in it.

Feeling Huang Rong's desire and impatience, Lin Xuan quickened his rhythm, growing more and more ferocious.

Every thrust brought a louder, more intoxicating moan from Huang Rong. The sounds echoed through the silent bamboo grove, lingering without end, as though proclaiming her utter surrender to the world.

He felt the exquisite tightness and warmth of Huang Rong's body. Her softness and tenderness stirred his heart, and he lost himself in the sensation.

With the aid of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, Huang Rong experienced an intensity of pleasure she had never known before.

In that moment, her body and mind reached a unity unlike anything she had ever experienced, granting her the utmost satisfaction and transcendence.

She clung tightly to Lin Xuan, burying her cheek against his neck as she sobbed and moaned uncontrollably.

Her sobs released both pain and pleasure; they were an escape from moral restraints, and a complete surrender—a twisted delight in willingly being conquered that made her soul tremble.

She felt as though Lin Xuan had utterly cleansed her, body and soul, marking her with his imprint. There was no struggle or resistance left, only boundless obedience and dependence, like a tamed wildflower that bloomed for him alone.

After an unknown length of time, when Lin Xuan finally released himself inside Huang Rong, a scalding warmth flowed deep into her body.

Huang Rong's body shuddered violently. A long, muffled, utterly intoxicating moan escaped her as she convulsed, reaching a climax beyond anything she had ever experienced.

A warm, abundant current welled up deep within her and spread through her whole body, leaving her more relaxed and satisfied than ever before.

It was as if every cell had been reborn in that instant, brimming with new vitality.

She nestled in his arms, her head buried against his neck, gasping for breath. Her breathing was rapid and ragged, as though she had just emerged from a long, fierce battle, waking from a dream.

Her body felt utterly spent, yet it was filled with strength and vitality unlike anything she had ever known.

Her Internal Energy surged, and her meridians flowed freely, unimpeded.

She had reached an unprecedented and unbelievable height on her martial path. She had never felt so powerful or so full of life, as though she had been reborn, emerging from a cocoon as a butterfly.

Lin Xuan asked softly by her ear:

"Master... how do you feel?"

Huang Rong's body was still limp, and she couldn't speak. She only nestled in his arms, her head buried against his neck, making soft whimpers and gasping for breath. For a long time, she wouldn't let go, as though she wanted to melt into his embrace forever.

At dawn, the first faint rays of morning light filtered through the bamboo leaves and dappled the pavilion deep in the grove.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of bamboo leaves, mingled with the dampness of the earth.

There was also a trace of burning heat and intimacy that made one's cheeks flush—the lingering afterglow of the previous night, refusing to fade.

Huang Rong struggled awake from her sleep.

Her body felt lighter and more vigorous than ever. Her Internal Energy surged like a great river, flowing ceaselessly and freely through her meridians.

Her old injuries had vanished, the exhaustion of the past several days had lifted, and her mind had never felt clearer.

She even sensed that her martial arts had broken through to a new level during last night's extreme "guidance," as though she had shed an old cocoon and been reborn.

Yet the flood of memories rushing into her mind immediately shattered her physical satisfaction and newfound strength.

Everything from the previous night replayed before her as vividly as a brand branded into her soul.

She, Huang Rong, had always been clever and shrewd, meticulous in her thoughts and impeccable in her actions. How could she ever have lost control like that?

She had actually... actually been so shamelessly fondled by her own disciple—and even... even actively responded, surrendering completely!

Her eyes flew open, her pupils contracting sharply.

Beside her, Lin Xuan was still asleep. His young, handsome face looked utterly innocent, his brow even carrying a hint of exhaustion, as though last night's "treatment" had truly drained all his strength.

His breathing was steady and slow, and the corners of his lips even held a faint, springlike smile. He looked every bit the pure and innocent young man.

Huang Rong's gaze lingered on his face. His innocence and purity stood in stark contrast to the dominance and fervor of the previous night, stirring a complicated emotion in her heart.

She felt a hint of absurdity, a hint of anger, and yet also a strange, indescribable... satisfaction.

Slowly, with a barely perceptible tremble, she moved away from Lin Xuan and sat up.

She picked up her clothes and put them on with trembling hands. Her movements were slow and stiff, as though each small gesture drained all her strength.

As she adjusted her clothes, Lin Xuan's lashes fluttered. He slowly opened his eyes..

He saw Huang Rong already sitting up. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he calmly looked at her flushed, beautiful face. His dark, clear eyes held only their usual clarity and respect, without a trace of lechery or recollection of the previous day.

Huang Rong met his gaze. She gave him no chance to pretend he knew nothing; she would question him face-to-face.

Her exquisite face was still faintly flushed, but her eyes were clear and sharp, filled with unquestionable authority and pressure.

She stared directly at Lin Xuan. Her voice was cool, though it trembled almost imperceptibly, as if she were desperately suppressing some surging emotion. "Lin Xuan, are you feeling very pleased with yourself?"

Lin Xuan's body stiffened slightly, but he showed no panic. Instead, he slowly sat up and met Huang Rong's gaze openly.

He neither denied it nor offered an excuse. He merely lowered his eyes, his voice low and hoarse.

"Master... your disciple did something terrible to you." He admitted it plainly, without the slightest hesitation, taking control of the situation.

Huang Rong's breath caught slightly. She hadn't expected Lin Xuan to admit it so readily. A complicated emotion flashed through her beautiful eyes: surprise, anger, and yet also a faint, indescribable... anticipation.

Lin Xuan suddenly raised his head. His clear eyes now burned with fervent, profound emotion, like two blazing flames fixed on Huang Rong, watching for the slightest change in her expression.

His voice held an irresistible magnetism, each word brimming with sincerity and adoration.

"Your disciple knows that everything I did was utterly immoral, worse than the actions of an animal! Master must hate me and wish to tear me limb from limb!"

He paused, his breathing quickening as ardent adoration welled in his eyes.

"But everything I did was for Master! Yesterday, seeing Master exhausted and your Internal Energy in disarray, my heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife! Only the union of yin and yang, and the merging of our Internal Energy, could heal you."

"Your disciple only wanted to bear your burdens, only wanted you to... remain beautiful forever and never suffer again!"

Lin Xuan's voice was full of deep feeling as he confessed the adoration he had buried in his heart.

Lin Xuan continued, his voice filled with a near-desperate pain and sincerity. "Your disciple knows that the method I used crossed the bounds of the master-disciple relationship and violated every moral code!"

"I had no other way! I could only use this... this most direct method to help you!"

He suddenly raised his voice. "My love for Master has long been buried deep in my bones. I can't escape it!"

"Your disciple knows this love is forbidden, a sin! Every day I'm tormented by it, every day I struggle!"

"I would rather be torn to pieces than see Master suffer even the slightest pain!" His words were intensely selfish and possessive, yet they also revealed an extreme devotion.

Lin Xuan's gaze met Huang Rong's beautiful eyes, widened in shock, as if an abyss were about to draw her into the depths of his soul.

"Master! If you hate me, if you think I deserve to die, then strike me down with a single palm!"

"Your disciple won't resist! I only ask... only ask that Master be safe and well, and happy forever!"

His standing body trembled slightly. His pain and sincerity seemed able to pierce the heart and reach the soul.

Huang Rong's body shuddered. Looking at Lin Xuan's figure, she felt all the strength drain from her.

She hadn't expected Lin Xuan to admit everything so directly, even taking all the blame upon himself and proving it with his willingness to die.

His words echoed again and again in her mind: "I only ask... only ask that Master be safe and well, and happy forever!"

She felt her body and heart yearning for and depending on Lin Xuan. Deep within her, the intense pleasure of the previous night remained branded on every inch of her skin, reminding her how real her surrender had been.

Her Internal Energy was now more abundant than ever. She knew this was inseparable from Lin Xuan's "guidance"—indeed, it had been decisive.

She even realized that she had developed something like an "addiction" to the distinctive masculine aura around Lin Xuan. Whenever he came near, she couldn't help taking a deep breath, greedily drawing in the scent that made her feel intoxicated.

She couldn't deny that Lin Xuan's presence had filled a secret emptiness deep within her.

Although Guo Jing loved her, his love was plain and direct. He couldn't understand the complicated, forbidden turmoil deep in her heart, much less give her the extreme pleasure her body craved.

But Lin Xuan seemed able to see through all her thoughts, to satisfy both her body and soul, and even lead her into an entirely new world.

Watching Lin Xuan's vulnerable figure, his pain and sincerity, and the almost obsessive love he displayed softened her heart.

She knew she couldn't strike him.

She couldn't do it.

Huang Rong slowly closed her eyes. Two silent tears slid down, wetting her beautiful face.

She felt her heart being utterly torn apart in that moment, yet somehow also strangely stitched back together.

"What a cursed bond..."

She murmured softly, with a hint of despair and helplessness.

She knew that from that moment on, she and Lin Xuan would be more than master and disciple.

Between them lay an unspoken, forbidden, and profound... affection.

She slowly reached out and gently stroked the top of Lin Xuan's head with her slender fingers. Her voice was tinged with weariness, yet filled with a tenderness she had never shown before. "Get up, Xuan'er."

Lin Xuan's body shuddered. He slowly raised his head, his eyes full of shock and disbelief, but soon that expression gave way to even greater joy.

He saw that Huang Rong's exquisite face was streaked with tears, and her eyes held complicated emotions: helplessness, acceptance, and even a hint of... pity.

"Master..." Lin Xuan's voice was uncertain, as if he needed to confirm that he had heard correctly.

Huang Rong said nothing. She only sighed softly. The sigh held boundless helplessness, yet it also signaled her final surrender.

"Xuan'er..." Huang Rong's voice was weary, yet filled with a tenderness she had never shown before. "Don't tell anyone about this. Just consider what happened yesterday a dream. Nothing happened."

Huang Rong said nothing more.

Her beautiful eyes, bright as stars, eventually returned to their usual clarity.

She slowly turned away without looking at Lin Xuan, then walked toward the depths of the bamboo grove with light but resolute steps, as if she meant to leave everything behind.