That stream of true energy seemed to have eyes, drilling straight toward the most sensitive parts of her body—her soft breasts, slender waist, buttocks...
Especially that private place between her legs!
The true energy gathered near the Huiyin acupoint, surging and circling without cease.
"So... so itchy... so hot..."
Dao Baifeng felt as if the hidden valley between her legs had flooded, growing wetter and wetter. An intense emptiness made her want to find something and force it inside to fill her completely.
So good... It really felt so good...
The pleasure of a body deprived for many years being ignited in an instant battered her reason like a raging flood.
Dao Baifeng bit down hard on her lips and gripped her knees tightly with both hands. She desperately tried to suppress the urge to moan in pleasure, telling herself that this was a spellcasting ritual and she could not cry out. If she did, it would be utterly humiliating!
Yet Lin Xuan's true energy seemed inexhaustible, wave after wave crashing against her defenses.
After a while, that numb itch transformed into towering flames of desire.
"Ah... mm... hn..."
She felt better and better, and at last the strings of her reason began to snap. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she let out soft, syrupy moans. "Oh... oh! Lin... Young Master Lin..."
Behind her, Lin Xuan listened to that soul-stirring sound and watched her formerly pale skin turn an enticing pink. A smug smile appeared on his face.
He did not stop. Instead, he increased the flow of true energy, even deliberately guiding it to stimulate the depths of her hidden valley.
At the same time, he explained in a grave tone beside her ear, "Rest assured, Your Highness. This is a normal reaction during the ritual! It is