Martial World: My Master is Huang Rong

"Ooh... it hurts!"

A tearing pain instantly jolted Guo Fu awake from the fog. She furrowed her delicate brows, her eyes welling up with crystalline tears. Her body instinctively tensed, trying to push away the "foreign object" invading her body.

"Don't be afraid, Senior Sister, relax... it'll be over soon."

Lin Xuan stopped all movement, gently kissing her forehead and the tear-stained corners of her eyes, soothing her with the softest voice. His breath enveloped her completely, while he slowly infused the gentle Yang energy of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique into her body, comforting the initial awkwardness and pain.

Under his soothing, Guo Fu gradually relaxed.

The initial stinging pain slowly gave way to a more peculiar, indescribable feeling of fullness and aching distension. It was as if a scorching spring of life had been injected into her body. That unprecedented sense of fullness made her feel a hint of shyness, yet it was accompanied by a strange satisfaction.

Then, Lin Xuan began.

At first, it was as gentle as a spring breeze and fine rain. He slowly withdrew, then cautiously and tenderly pushed in. Each thrust was accompanied by Guo Fu's unconscious trembling and suppressed moans. The tightness, never before explored, enveloped and sucked him in closely. Every friction ignited a prairie fire between them.

The Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique began to circulate wildly within them. Lin Xuan's pure Yang energy surged in like molten lava, while the Primal Yin Energy in Guo Fu's body, stimulated by their first union, erupted like a volcano, pouring out and being greedily absorbed by Lin Xuan. This was not just a physical union, but a fusion and sublimation of internal energy.

Guo Fu only felt waves of numbness and heat emanating from the depths of her body. It wasn't pure pleasure, but more like a powerful force scouring and cleansing her from within. She instinctively contracted, entwining herself tightly around him, as if wanting to melt him completely into her body.

Then came the storm-like intensity.

As Guo Fu gradually adapted, that private garden became slick and passionate, and Lin Xuan's movements became bolder and wilder. He began to accelerate, each thrust carrying the force of conquest, each deep penetration seeming to reach the very depths of her soul.

"Ah... Mm... Lin, Lin Xuan..."

Guo Fu's delicate moans became intermittent, shifting from initial shy restraint to uncontrollable pleasure. Her body teetered on the edge of climax, each powerful impact pushing her to a new peak. She felt completely possessed by his mighty member, thoroughly penetrated. That unprecedented fullness had now transformed into ultimate pleasure, leaving her unable to think, only to drift with him.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her slender waist arching powerfully with his rhythm. Fine beads of sweat dotted her fair skin, glistening enticingly under the candlelight. Her fingernails left faint red marks on his broad back, her black hair scattered messily on the pillow, intertwining with the hibiscus color of the quilt, adding to the decadent charm.

Lin Xuan's breathing also became heavy and rapid, each deep thrust accompanied by a suppressed growl. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping onto Guo Fu's flushed cheeks with scorching heat. He felt the extreme tightness and warmth beneath him, the sensation of being completely enveloped, desperately held onto by her, melting all his reason into this gentle haven. He greedily, tirelessly took, as if wanting to crush and devour her.

The Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique formed a perfect cycle within their bodies. Powerful internal energy rapidly advanced through their union. The Primal Yin Energy in Guo Fu's body was purified, while Lin Xuan's Yang energy continuously nourished her, allowing her to feel a transformative change amidst pleasure and numbness, her body becoming light and full of vitality.

In the room, the hibiscus tent was warm, and the spring scenery was boundless.

Only the irrepressible, rising and falling delicate moans and gasps remained, weaving into the most primal, most moving symphony of life. The creaking of the bed frame under the strain and the violent swaying of the bed curtains became the accompaniment to this soul-stirring symphony.

This willful and arrogant Miss Guo, the most esteemed young lady, offered her most precious first time on this night, on this large bed. Her body went from resistance to trembling, from trembling to yielding, from yielding to frantically seeking. With each step, guided by Lin Xuan, she stepped into an abyss of desire previously unknown.

When the ultimate peak arrived, Guo Fu's body convulsed violently, all her senses reaching their apex at this moment!

A wild and extreme pleasure erupted outwards from the deepest part of her body like a volcanic eruption! Her mind went blank, and she let out a crying, utterly satisfied scream, its long echo reverberating through the room, carrying endless joy and release.

Lin Xuan also reached his peak almost simultaneously. With a deep, satisfied roar, his body tensed sharply, pouring his scorching source of life entirely into her deepest, most sensitive spot, feeling her extreme contractions and entanglement. It was the supreme satisfaction of a conqueror.

Guo Fu knew she was finished.

From this day forward, her body and her heart would be completely, utterly conquered by this man named Lin Xuan, never to break free again.

After the storm, the world was in disarray, yet carried the tranquility of the post-rain.

Guo Fu's body was completely limp, like spring water drained of its bones, weakly nestled against his chest. Her breathing was rapid and disordered, her chest heaving violently. Her originally bright and sharp almond eyes were now veiled with a mist, hazy and unfocused, carrying a hint of bewilderment after the extreme pleasure, and hidden within, the shyness of being violated and the joy of being conquered.

"Lin Xuan..." Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's, hoarse from crying, yet surprisingly soft and sweet. She didn't know if she wanted to blame him or beg for more. Her voice was filled with contradiction and complex attachment.

Lin Xuan lowered his head, gently kissing the corners of her eyes, his tongue licking away the lingering tear stains, carrying a faint salty taste.

"My little maid..." He gently stroked her damp, delicate hair, his voice deep, filled with post-coital satisfaction and a hint of indulgence. "How do you feel?"

Guo Fu didn't answer, merely burying her head deeper into his neck, greedily inhaling the unique scent of him, a mixture of sweat and intense masculine aroma. That scent made her dizzy, yet it was like the most potent poison, making her addicted, sinking deeper.

She felt the wet stickiness between her legs, a trace of intimacy and shame silently proclaiming what had just happened. In her mind, his low gasps, her own wild moans, and the face-reddening sounds of impact echoed uncontrollably.

She had thought she would resist until the end, would slap him hard, or even draw her sword. But the reality was, she didn't even have the strength to resist. All her so-called pride and arrogance had turned into groans and yielding under his fervent assault.

Shame, extreme shame. When had she, Guo Fu, ever endured such "humiliation"?

But why... why, beyond this shame, was there an indescribable sense of satisfaction, even a hint of secret pleasure from being conquered? Her body had been completely ignited by him, every cell in her soul was screaming with desire, longing for him to possess her deeper, more fiercely.

Lin Xuan felt the trembling and tears of the person in his arms, remained silent, and only held her tighter. One hand gently stroked her smooth back, silently declaring his possession.

He knew he had won this bet completely.

Not only had he won her body, but he had also completely captured her heart.

In his arms, Guo Fu felt that warm and powerful strength. At this moment, she felt safer than ever, felt completely possessed. No matter how turbulent the outside world was, in his embrace, it felt like her entire world.

She no longer struggled, no longer resisted, but used her last bit of strength to hug him tightly. She pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to his strong, powerful heartbeat, as if wanting to meld into his very bones and blood.

Within the hibiscus tent, the candlelight flickered, the night deep.

Chapter Forty-Seven: You Must Take Good Care of Fu'er

The next morning, the first rays of dawn pierced through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows in the room.

Lin Xuan had already woken up. He didn't get up, but lay on his side, propping his head with one hand, quietly gazing at the sleeping beauty beside him.

Guo Fu slept soundly, her long eyelashes like two small fans, casting faint shadows beneath her eyelids. Her face, usually carrying three parts willfulness and seven parts arrogance, was now serene and peaceful in her sleep, her lips even slightly upturned, as if dreaming sweet dreams. The intensity and madness of last night had left clear marks on her—her snow-white shoulders and jade arms were adorned with a few crimson hickeys, like red plum blossoms blooming in the fresh snow, shocking to the eye, yet possessing a cruel beauty.

She was no longer the aloof Miss Guo.

She was his woman.

As if sensing Lin Xuan's invasive gaze, Guo Fu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

At first, her eyes were a bit hazy, but upon seeing the handsome face so close to her, the shameful and wild memories of last night flooded her mind like a tide.

"Ah!" she cried out softly, her pretty face instantly flushing crimson. She instinctively pulled up the quilt, covering her body and head, like a startled ostrich.

Lin Xuan chuckled softly. He didn't pull the covers, merely saying in his magnetic voice, "What? My little maid, is it too early to want to sleep in and not serve your master?"

Guo Fu's body stiffened under the covers. The words "little maid" were like a switch, instantly shattering the fragile wall of shame she had just erected. She knew she could never go back.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she peeked her small head out from the blankets. Her watery, beautiful eyes looked timidly at Lin Xuan, the stubbornness from before completely gone. In its place was a complex mix of shyness, grievance, dependence, and… a hint of sweetness.

"I… I ache all over…" Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, tinged with the languor and hoarseness of someone who had just received a great favor. This unconscious display of affection was more captivating than ever.

Lin Xuan's smile deepened. He reached out and gently tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear, his movement incredibly tender. "You've worked hard, Senior Sister. Next time, I'll be gentler."

These suggestive words made Guo Fu's cheeks burn even hotter. She bit her lower lip, daring not to meet his gaze again.

But after a moment, as if having made a firm decision, she actually lifted the covers herself. Enduring the soreness of her first experience, she struggled to sit up. "I… I'll help you get dressed."

This simple action marked a world-altering change.

The old Guo Fu was used to being served. But now, instinctively, she wanted to do something for this man. This was the primal submission of a female to the male who had conquered her.

Lin Xuan didn't refuse. He calmly accepted her service.

Guo Fu's movements were clumsy, even flustered. She helped him put on his inner garments and tie his sash. Her hands, which usually wielded swords and spears, trembled slightly as she adjusted his collar. When her fingertips accidentally brushed against his solid chest, she recoiled as if shocked, a blush rising to her cheeks again.

Lin Xuan watched her inexperienced yet earnest demeanor, a sense of conquest filling his heart. He knew this wild horse had been thoroughly tamed.

Several days passed, and Guo Fu and Lin Xuan grew even closer.

The training ground echoed with the whistling wind, a stark contrast to the tranquil autumn scenery.

Guo Fu, clad in a fiery red outfit, accentuated her youthful, fit, and curvaceous figure to perfection.

Her slender waist traced beautiful, powerful arcs with every movement and turn.

Her full, firm chest rose and fell with her strenuous actions, while her long, straight legs displayed astonishing power and graceful curves during her strikes.

Her opponent at this moment was Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan wore a simple blue robe, his posture upright, his face clear and handsome. He didn't attack, merely stood with his hands behind his back, a gentle smile on his lips, watching Guo Fu with a calm gaze.

His eyes were like a deep, ancient well, holding both the doting affection of a lover and the guidance and composure of a mentor.

"Senior Sister, this move just now, the intention was for the form to disperse while the spirit remained. Your palm force is sufficient, but the flow of energy was a bit too hurried, lacking a bit of ethereal grace and fluidity."

Lin Xuan's voice was clear and gentle, like a mountain spring, possessing a calming power.

Upon hearing his critique, Guo Fu didn't retort as she might have in the past. Instead, she obediently stopped her movements.

Her delicate, oval face was covered in fine beads of sweat from the intense exercise. They slid down her skin, as smooth as jade, highlighting her bright, spirited eyes and accentuating her youthful vitality and beauty.

She stuck out her tongue slightly, a hint of girlish bashfulness and dependence in her expression. She quickly trotted over to Lin Xuan and naturally linked her arm through his.

"Junior Brother, teach me again then." Her voice was soft and sweet, a stark contrast to her usual willful and demanding demeanor. "I just feel like I can't quite catch my breath, and my palm strikes aren't cohesive enough."

As she spoke, her graceful body leaned against Lin Xuan, intentionally or unintentionally. The firm, elastic softness of a young girl could be clearly felt through their thin clothes against Lin Xuan's arm.

Lin Xuan chuckled inwardly. This Guo Fu had become like a different person ever since he had completely conquered her that night. Her former arrogance had transformed into the current submissive obedience, even bordering on clingy affection.

He reveled in this transformation, in the thrill of having personally plucked a rose with thorns and turned it into a delicate flower in his palm.

He raised his hand and gently wiped the sweat from Guo Fu's forehead with his sleeve. The gesture was natural and intimate, as if he had done it thousands of times before.

"No rush," he said softly. "The path of martial arts lies in one's state of mind. If your heart is unsettled, your breath will naturally be uneven. Let's go rest in that pavilion over there for a while, have some tea, and calm your mind."

"Mhm, I'll listen to you," Guo Fu replied obediently, like a kitten. She let Lin Xuan take her hand as they walked towards the nearby pavilion.

Their figures walking side-by-side in the autumn sunlight appeared so harmonious and intimate, like a perfect couple.

And all of this was observed by a pair of beautiful eyes from behind the window of a pavilion not far away.

Huang Rong stood quietly by the window, dressed in an elegant, light purple silk gown that clung to her mature, voluptuous curves, outlining her impossibly slender waist and full, rounded hips in a breathtaking arc.

Time seemed to have treated her with exceptional kindness, leaving no trace of its passage. Instead, it had endowed her exceptionally beautiful face with a peerless charm that no maiden possessed.

Yet, at this moment, a complex, indescribable emotion clouded her usually radiant peach blossom eyes.

Her gaze was fixed intently on the clasped hands of Lin Xuan and Guo Fu, and on the undisguised happiness and dependence on Guo Fu's face.

Huang Rong had long considered Lin Xuan the most important, most private "possession" in her life.

He was her lover, her disciple, the perfect jade she had sculpted herself, and, in the oppressive, heavy atmosphere of Xiangyang City, he was the only harbor where she could completely shed all pretense and unleash herself.

She savored this forbidden love, relishing every heartbeat and tremor Lin Xuan brought her.

However, when she saw her own daughter, Guo Fu, whom she had cherished since childhood, looking at Lin Xuan with such adoration and dependence, even engaging in such intimate actions with him, an indescribable, intense jealousy surged within her.

It felt as if half of her most precious treasure had been snatched away.

And the one who had snatched it away was her own daughter!

Huang Rong's breathing grew shallow. Her full chest, almost bursting from her clothes, rose and fell with her racing heart.

Intellectually, she even felt a ridiculous sense of relief.

Guo Fu was naturally proud and arrogant, and ordinary men simply didn't catch her eye. As for Lin Xuan, whether in terms of intellect, martial arts, or character, he was far superior to the simpletons like the Wu brothers.

If Fu'er could be with Lin Xuan, it would undoubtedly be a good thing for the Guo Mansion and for Xiangyang.

But emotionally, she was still jealous.

How could she remain indifferent when the man she loved was so intimate with another woman?

Huang Rong's gaze grew deep and complex. She watched in the pavilion as Lin Xuan patiently explained the essentials of palm techniques to Guo Fu, who listened with rapt attention, her bright apricot eyes sparkling with admiration.

The night deepened.

The Guo Mansion fell into silence, broken only by the occasional faint clinking of armor from patrolling guards.

Inside Huang Rong's chambers, candlelight flickered, and the scent of sandalwood wafted from the incense burner, creating an intimate and ambiguous atmosphere.

Instead of reviewing military affairs as usual, she sat quietly before the bronze mirror.

The beauty in the mirror had slightly disheveled hair and alluring, languid eyes. A silk nightgown hung loosely from her fragrant shoulders, revealing large swathes of fair, delicate skin and exquisite collarbones.

She raised a hand, gently caressing her cheek. Her skin was still smooth and firm, no less so than a girl of sixteen. Her gaze moved lower, to the towering, full peaks that her nightgown couldn't conceal, and the deep, alluring cleavage between them.

Her body, nurtured by these days and nights of dew and rain, had ripened further, like a peach waiting to be picked, exuding a fatally sweet fragrance.

"Creak—"

The door was gently pushed open, and a familiar figure entered silently.

Lin Xuan.

He turned and bolted the door, then slowly walked towards Huang Rong. His steps were light yet steady, carrying a reassuring strength.

Huang Rong didn't turn around, merely watching him approach through the bronze mirror.

Lin Xuan reached her from behind, remaining silent. He simply extended his hands, gently encircling her slender waist from behind, burying his head in her neck, which exuded a clean, elegant fragrance, and taking a deep breath.

"Does Master have anything troubling her lately?" His voice was deep and magnetic, laced with a knowing smile.

Huang Rong's delicate body trembled slightly. She didn't push him away; instead, she leaned back, pressing herself deeper into his broad, warm embrace.