Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

But she still reached out.

Her movements were clumsy, even a little rough, the inkstone and inkstick grinding together with a "crak-crak" sound that wasn't pleasant to hear.

Lin Xuan finally looked up and glanced at her. His brows furrowed slightly, as if he was very displeased.

"A maid should act like a maid," he said indifferently. "Your wrist needs to be steady, your pressure even, and your mind calm. Are you trying to grind through my inkstone like this?"

"I... I don't know how!" Guo Fu was both angry and wronged, her eyes starting to redden.

"If you don't know how, I can teach you," Lin Xuan said, actually putting down his brush.

He stood up and walked behind Guo Fu, his tall frame instantly enveloping her in his shadow.

He didn't touch her, but the unique masculine aura that belonged to him, carrying a hint of virility and aggression, wrapped around her like an invisible net.

Guo Fu's body instantly stiffened, her breathing even halting.

Lin Xuan reached out and placed his hand over her small hand, which was holding the inkstick.

His palm was broad and warm, with a thin layer of calluses formed from years of martial arts practice, a stark contrast to her soft, delicate hand. The scorching heat seemed to penetrate her skin and reach straight to her heart.

"Watch closely," his voice sounded right by her ear, his warm breath caressing her sensitive earlobe. "Force comes from the wrist, intention precedes the ink. A calm mind ensures even ink; a harmonious spirit brings forth the fragrance."

He guided her hand, beginning to grind the ink slowly and rhythmically. His movements were gentle yet firm, and the originally harsh grinding sound gradually became smooth and harmonious. A subtle, elegant ink fragrance also began to diffuse through the air.

Guo Fu's mind went blank.

She no longer felt humiliated, nor did she feel angry. All her senses were focused on the man behind her, his presence, and the burning warmth in her hand.

Her heart pounded like a drum, and a tingling, weak sensation she had never felt before spread from her spine to every limb.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Xuan released her hand.

"Do you get it now?"

"I... I do," Guo Fu's voice was a mere whisper, trembling in a way she herself didn't notice.

"Very good." Lin Xuan sat back down behind the desk as if nothing had happened. "Pour the tea."

Guo Fu, like a soulless puppet, mechanically put down the inkstick and picked up the purple clay teapot beside her, filling the empty cup before him. Her movements were clumsy due to her flustered state, and a few drops of the scalding tea even splashed onto the back of her hand, leaving red marks.

She hissed in pain, but Lin Xuan didn't even lift an eyelid. He simply picked up the teacup, blew on the steam, and took a sip.

"The tea is too hot, it loses its flavor. Pay attention next time," he commented blandly.

Guo Fu's grievance was almost enough to turn into tears. This devil! This scoundrel!

Just as she was about to lash out, she heard Lin Xuan continue, "Bring me that troop deployment map."

Another command.

Guo Fu suppressed her anger and found the map he mentioned among a pile of documents, handing it over.

Lin Xuan took the map and fell into thought again. He studied it intently, his brows furrowing and relaxing intermittently, his brush constantly sketching something on it.

Time trickled away in this peculiar atmosphere, one engrossed in official business, the other standing by, wronged.

Guo Fu's anger gradually gave way to a complex emotion during the long wait.

She looked at his focused profile under the lamplight, at his eyes as deep as stars, at the symbols representing thousands of soldiers and horses drawn by his brush... She suddenly realized that she might never have truly understood this man.

The man she knew was the spirited young man who led the soldiers in Xiangyang City; the Junior Brother who bickered with her on the road and occasionally played small tricks; the "Little Zhuge" who, on the battlefield, could slay generals and seize flags with a laugh, like a god or a demon.

But at this moment, what he revealed to her was depth, rigor, and the demeanor of a great general who held the world in his heart, serving the country and its people.

This man was like an endless enigma. Just when you thought you saw him clearly, he would always reveal another side, making him forever unfathomable, yet drawing you in irresistibly.

"Come here."

Lin Xuan's voice sounded again.

Guo Fu snapped back to reality and subconsciously walked over.

"I'm a little tired, give my back a massage," he said, leaning forward slightly and resting his broad back, completely unguarded, on the desk.

Guo Fu's face flushed again.

Grinding ink and pouring tea were merely servant's chores. This back massage, however, carried an indescribable intimacy.

She hesitated, delaying her action.

"What? My little maid, do you intend to disobey your master's orders?" Lin Xuan's voice carried a hint of lazy amusement.

"Who... who's your!" Guo Fu retorted, embarrassed and indignant, but still extended her delicate little fists and lightly, tentatively, placed them on his back.

The force was soft, like a tickle.

Lin Xuan chuckled softly and said, "Didn't you eat? Put more strength into it."

Guo Fu gritted her teeth and increased the pressure.

When she was sweating profusely and her arms ached from the effort, Lin Xuan finally sat up straight.

At some point, the atmosphere had completely eased. The tense standoff had long since transformed into a gentle warmth.

Lin Xuan put down his brush, turned around, and his deep eyes quietly gazed at her.

"You ground the ink, poured the tea, and massaged my back," he said softly. "My little maid, you performed well today."

Guo Fu's heart pounded with panic under his gaze, and she instinctively tried to retreat, only to have her wrist grabbed by him.

"You... what do you want?" she asked in a flustered voice, her tone trembling.

"The bet has only just begun."

A devilishly charming smile played on Lin Xuan's lips. With a slight tightening of his arm, Guo Fu let out a startled cry as she lost her balance and fell into his broad, warm embrace.

"Let go of me! You bastard!" Guo Fu struggled ineffectually, her fists beating against his chest, but her blows were soft and lacked any real strength.

Lin Xuan let her hit him, only holding her tighter. He lowered his head, leaning close to her ear, and whispered in his enchanting voice, "Senior Sister, don't move. Let me hold you for a while."

His voice carried a hint of weariness, yet it possessed an irresistible tenderness. Guo Fu's struggles truly ceased.

She leaned stiffly against him, feeling his strong heartbeat and breathing in his pleasant masculine scent. Her pretty face flushed so hotly it felt like it could bleed.

Immediately after, she felt a large, warm hand begin to restlessly, gently, and slowly caress her beautifully curved back.

That hand seemed to possess a strange magical power. Each stroke felt like playing a moving melody. Streams of peculiar, yin-yang blending warmth flowed continuously from his palm, seeping through her thin clothes, into her skin, and spreading throughout her body.

This was the charm of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique. It could directly ignite primal desires and dismantle the most resolute defenses.

Guo Fu felt her body gradually grow soft and hot. An unprecedented, indescribable emptiness and craving surged uncontrollably from the depths of her delicate lower abdomen.

"No... don't..." she moaned weakly, like someone in a dream. It was less a rejection and more an invitation.

Lin Xuan gently lifted her chin with his other hand, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Senior Sister," his eyes were as deep as a vortex, threatening to pull her soul in, "look into my eyes and tell me, do you really want me to stop?"

Guo Fu gazed into his eyes, her mind a chaotic mess. Reason told her to push him away, but her body's instincts and the feelings that had long been stirring deep within her heart screamed at her to get closer to him, to possess him!

In the moment of her hesitation, Lin Xuan's lips pressed against hers, possessively, yet with a hint of tentative tenderness.

"Mmm!"

Guo Fu's eyes shot wide open.

It was an experience she had never known. His lips were warm and soft, carrying a faint scent of tea. At first, it was a gentle nuzzling, as if savoring a rare treasure. But soon, as he confirmed she wasn't fiercely resisting, that tenderness transformed into a stormy, invasive assault.

He parted her teeth and plunged deep, relentlessly pursuing, entwining, and claiming her sweet, untouched territory.

Guo Fu's mind exploded with a "boom," leaving it completely blank.

She forgot to resist, forgot her shyness, and could only respond instinctively and clumsily. Her body, under his domineering yet skillful caresses, rapidly turned soft as mud, melting into a pool of desire.

The kiss ended, and they parted lips, a glistening silver thread hanging between them, appearing particularly enchanting in the candlelight.

Guo Fu panted, her eyes hazy, a captivating flush coloring her cheeks. She clung to Lin Xuan, and if he hadn't been holding her, she would have likely slid to the floor.

"Senior Sister," Lin Xuan looked at her alluring, submissive appearance, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice hoarse and low, "Don't you... like me?"

These words were like a key, completely unlocking the last gate in Guo Fu's heart.

Yes, didn't she like him?

From their first meeting until now, hadn't this man gradually occupied and filled her proud heart? Her joys, her anger, her pride, her worries – weren't they all because of him?

"I... I..."

She wanted to say more, but Lin Xuan didn't give her the chance. He scooped her up by the waist and strode towards the large bed in the room, covered with a crimson quilt.

Gently placing her on the bed, his tall figure immediately loomed over her.

"No... Lin Xuan! No... Mmm..."

Guo Fu's final resistance was fragmented and weak, quickly drowned out by a new round of even more fervent kisses and caresses.

Chapter Forty-Six: Spoiled and Arrogant First

The moon hung high in the sky, its clear, cold radiance pouring down like liquid mercury, bathing the entire Xiangyang City.

The majestic outline of the city walls resembled a sleeping beast in the night, while the Han River shimmered with scattered light under the moon, reflecting a few sparse stars on the horizon. The clouds of war had temporarily receded, and the clamor and fighting of the day had now fallen silent.

Only the watchman's clapper, "Bang... bang bang...", echoed through the quiet streets and alleys, carrying a hint of desolation and vigilance.

However, in a corner of a wine house within this city of iron and blood, in a private room bathed in warm yellow candlelight, the scene was entirely different from the cold and somber atmosphere outside. Here, a passionate spectacle was unfolding, enough to melt steel.

Clothes were shed, piece by piece.

The silk and satin that once encased her spoiled and arrogant nature now lay scattered by the bedside like windblown petals, no longer able to conceal the breathtaking beauty beneath.

Guo Fu was like a white lotus blooming under the moonlight, every inch of her skin as lustrous as jade, exuding the unique, sweet fragrance of a young maiden. Her youthful body, untouched by any man, trembled slightly in the cool air and under Lin Xuan's burning gaze, which seemed intent on consuming her.

She was so ashamed she wanted to hide, instinctively covering her eyes with her arms as if that could block out everything. Yet, her trembling body and the skin flushed with tension honestly betrayed her inner anticipation and unease.

Lin Xuan's eyes held an undisguised, fiery possessiveness. He admired, he was captivated by the peerless beauty unfolding before him, blooming solely for him.

He leaned down, warming her slightly cool skin with his burning chest.

His kiss, with its soothing magic, landed gently on her lips.

The kiss, like the finest spring rain, traveled downward, lingering over her long, graceful swan neck, kissing her delicate, small collarbone, then moving to her rounded, smooth shoulders...

Finally, his lips paused on the pair of tender, snow-white peaks that had just matured, firm and possessing an astonishing elasticity.

"Ah..."

An unprecedented, electric current-like pleasure exploded from her chest, instantly spreading to every inch of her body!

Guo Fu could no longer suppress it, and a soul-stirring moan escaped her throat. The sound was melodious and enchanting, carrying a hint of uncontrollable crying, like a bewitching spell.

Lin Xuan's thin lips gently rolled and sucked on her nipples, his small tongue teasing and entwining her, then sometimes latching onto the most sensitive crimson buds, sucking repeatedly with an almost greedy tenderness.

With every suck and swallow, Guo Fu's delicate body arched violently. Her fingertips had already clenched the brocade quilt beneath her without her realizing it, kneading the soft fabric into an unrecognizable mess.

His tongue, as if possessing a magical suction power, amplified her senses infinitely. The tingling current flowed ceaselessly from her nipples downwards, igniting an unprecedented burning desire deep within her body, as if to set her entire being ablaze.

The effects of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique were brought to their extreme at this moment. Lin Xuan was not merely tasting her beauty; he was also, through this most intimate contact, quietly injecting into her meridians like a trickling stream, dismantling her final reserve of modesty and shame.

Guo Fu's reason completely crumbled under Lin Xuan's skillful, tempestuous assault.

She no longer resisted, no longer felt shy.

She extended her arms, using all her strength, and tightly, forcefully, wrapped them around his neck, responding to his demands with her own clumsy yet fervent actions. Her legs unconsciously intertwined, rubbing together, yearning... yearning for some deeper filling.

Lin Xuan's kiss traveled downwards, past her flat, firm abdomen, finally reaching that most mysterious and private valley.

His fingertips gently probed, tracing soft circles on the moist valley, feeling her gradually overflowing warmth and slipperiness.

"Mmm..."

Guo Fu trembled violently, letting out a broken whimper. A sense of shame at being invaded and an extreme desire clashed within her heart like two torrents, causing her to tightly shut her eyes, her long eyelashes wet with tears, trembling slightly.

"Senior Sister, don't be afraid... feel it."

Lin Xuan's fingertips teased, both gently and dominantly, sometimes lightly brushing the most sensitive clitoris, sometimes probing shallowly before delving deeper, causing Guo Fu's delicate body to sway powerlessly on the bed like a small boat repeatedly washed by waves, involuntarily letting out long, soul-stirring whimpers.

That tingling, empty, yearning sensation surged like the rising tide, almost drowning her completely. She began to unconsciously writhe her hips, meeting his fingertips, seeking deeper, more intense stimulation.

When Lin Xuan sensed that the person beneath him was completely ready, her tender secret realm had already bloomed like a flower nurtured by rain and dew, slick and moist, brimming with nectar awaiting harvest.

He hesitated no longer, slowly but incredibly firmly sending his hot, hard desire, representing masculine prowess, into that mysterious and tight peach blossom spring that no one had ever set foot in before.