Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

"You scoundrel, what's going on between you and Fu'er?" Huang Rong's voice held a suppressed, chiding resentment, yet it was filled with a sense of helplessness. She knew this young man had her completely wrapped around his finger.

Lin Xuan chuckled softly, the sound reaching her ears with a hint of mischievous teasing. "This disciple wouldn't dare. This disciple merely feels that Senior Sister is innocent and needs someone to take good care of her. This disciple should share more of the burden."

His hand began to grow restless, moving slowly from her flat, supple abdomen, gliding over her delicate curves, and finally, gently but with undeniable force, resting upon her full, proud, and shapely breasts.

"Mmm..." Huang Rong let out a contented sigh, her body instantly going soft. She turned, raising her misty, beautiful eyes to meet Lin Xuan's gaze.

"Tell me honestly, what are your intentions towards Fu'er... exactly?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Lin Xuan gazed at her, his deep eyes filled with sincerity and fervent love. He didn't answer her question. Instead, he leaned down and, with a possessive yet passionate kiss, sealed her lips.

The kiss was scorching, intimate, and irresistibly aggressive. His tongue pried open her teeth with rough force, plunging deep and instantly engulfing all of Huang Rong's reason and questions.

Huang Rong's body melted under his kiss, becoming soft and burning hot. She actively wrapped her arms around Lin Xuan's neck, passionately returning his kiss, transforming all her jealousy and unease into the most primal desire.

Her silk nightgown was roughly torn open, revealing a perfect body that gleamed like ivory in the candlelight.

Two burning bodies intertwined tightly, collapsing onto the soft bed.

The temperature in the boudoir soared, the air intoxicating.

Lin Xuan's kisses rained down on Huang Rong's skin like a storm, from her luscious lips to her delicate collarbone, and then to her high, proud, and plump mounds, like white jade.

He took her rosy buds into his mouth, gently grinding and sucking with his tongue and teeth, causing Huang Rong to completely lose herself. Broken, seductive moans escaped her lips, a melody played only for Lin Xuan.

Her body bloomed before him like a ripe fruit, offering itself to be plucked and possessed.

He parted her long, smooth legs and aimed his already iron-hard, scorching desire at the moist, slippery, mysterious garden.

Without hesitation, he thrust his hips fiercely, driving himself completely into the deepest part of her tight, warm body.

"Ah!"

Huang Rong let out a cry of fulfillment mixed with tears, a pleasure so intense that her soul and body reached their peak simultaneously, leaving her completely submerged and unable to extricate herself.

She held Lin Xuan tightly, her long legs wrapping around his waist like vines, actively meeting his every powerful thrust.

The room was filled only with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, "thump, thump," and her uncontrollable moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her body beneath him swayed like a small boat on a stormy sea, tossed onto the crest of each wave.

"Xuan'er..." she whispered in his ear, her voice hoarse and seductive, begging.

Just as they were lost in their embrace, about to reach their climax.

Huang Rong's mind flashed back to Guo Fu's innocent and trusting face from earlier that day.

A strong, indescribable sourness and unwillingness surged in her heart again.

She suddenly opened her eyes, a flicker of clarity in her hazy, beautiful gaze. Panting, she used all her strength and, in Lin Xuan's ear, said in a tone that was almost a command yet tinged with pleading:

"Xuan'er... you... you have to promise me... you have to take good care of Fu'er... don't bully her..."

She spoke these words as if she had used up all her strength. This was her final, most humble request as a mother. She tried to use this method to balance her inner guilt, to prove to herself that even in her indulgence, she still remembered her daughter.

Hearing her words, Lin Xuan's movements abruptly paused. Then, a more ferocious force erupted from his waist. He used all his strength, deeply, fiercely, penetrating her once more.

"Ah—!"

Huang Rong let out a piercing scream, filled with extreme pain and extreme pleasure. Her body tensed like a drawn bowstring, then collapsed completely in violent tremors.

Lin Xuan leaned down, his burning lips pressed against her ear. In a low, hoarse voice filled with supreme possessiveness, he said each word clearly:

"Master... rest assured..."

Each pause was accompanied by a deeper, more forceful thrust, making Huang Rong's body sway helplessly like a small boat in a storm.

"Your mother and daughter..."

He thrust hard.

"I..."

Another soul-piercing thrust.

"Will... both... take... good... care... of..."

As the last word fell, he let out a low roar, pouring his long-accumulated, scorching essence into the deepest part of her body.

Chapter 48: Seducing His Wife Right in Front of Yue Buqun

Guo Mansion study.

Lin Xuan sat upright behind the desk, flipping through an ancient Daoist scripture.

A maidservant softly announced, "Young Master Lin, Sect Leader Yue and Heroine Ning from the Mount Hua Sect have come to bid farewell."

Lin Xuan put down the scroll and slowly stood up, a smile on his face. "Please, come in quickly."

A moment later, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze entered side by side.

Yue Buqun was still dressed in his elegant blue scholar's robe, his face lean, with a long beard. He walked with steady steps, a flawless, gentlemanly smile gracing his features.

Ning Zhongze, on the other hand, wore a fitted, pale purple silk dress. The simple color accentuated her snow-white skin and elegant demeanor.

Her figure was full and well-proportioned, and as she walked, she exuded a calm grace unique to mature women. Her waist was slender, yet her curves were exquisite, her hips rounded, and her gait light and elastic. Though she no longer possessed the delicate charm of her youth, she was like a fine wine, carefully aged by time, becoming more mellow and intoxicating with each sip. However, a hint of paleness from her recent recovery still lingered on her clear, gentle face. This touch of sickly beauty only enhanced her delicate and moving charm, involuntarily evoking a sense of pity.

"Sect Leader Yue, Heroine Ning," Lin Xuan said, cupping his hands in a respectful bow, his posture humble and his gaze clear. "Your injuries have not yet healed, why not rest for a few more days? Rushing off like this means I, Lin Xuan, have not hosted you properly."

Yue Buqun laughed heartily and waved his hand. "Young Master Lin is too kind. My wife and I have already overstayed our welcome for many days, and we feel indebted. Now that Xiangyang has achieved a great victory and the Wolf Riders have been defeated, our Mount Hua Sect still has many affairs to attend to. We truly cannot delay any longer. We have come today specifically to thank Young Master Lin for saving my wife's life!"

As he spoke, he bowed deeply to Lin Xuan with utmost sincerity.

Ning Zhongze also gathered her skirts and performed a bow. She raised her clear, watery eyes to gaze at Lin Xuan, her expression filled with genuine gratitude and a complex emotion that was hard to articulate.

"Young Master Lin's righteousness is profound. If it weren't for your intervention during my time of peril, I would have long been a wisp of a soul in Yan Hui Valley. The entirety of Mount Hua will never forget this immense kindness." Her voice was soft and pleasant, like a clear mountain spring, carrying a hint of weakness from her recovery, which only made her more endearing.

Lin Xuan quickly stepped forward, raising his hands to gently support them, preventing their full bow. "Sect Leader Yue, Heroine Ning, this is absolutely unnecessary! With the nation in crisis, fellow cultivators should support each other. Heroine Ning was injured fighting the Mongols, and it was my duty to offer aid. How can this be considered a great kindness?"

His words were humble and appropriate, leaving no room for misinterpretation. His composed demeanor caused Yue Buqun to nod inwardly, his evaluation of the young man rising even higher.

Ning Zhongze's gaze lingered on Lin Xuan's deep eyes for a moment. She saw the clarity and openness within them, and the sense of shame that had arisen from their naked encounter in the cave began to fade slightly. But what followed was a more hidden, more surging undercurrent of emotion.

Her mind uncontrollably conjured up the scene from that day once more.

She lay naked and defenseless in his arms, allowing his large hands, radiating warmth, to roam over every inch of her skin, kneading. It wasn't just healing; it was an invasion, a possessiveness. Every hidden part of her body was explored and measured in the most direct way, from her full breasts to her slender legs, leaving nothing untouched. The conflicting pleasure, a blend of pain that went to the bone and extreme ecstasy, was something she had never experienced in her life.

It was not merely a physical imprint, but a scar upon her soul.

Even in the quiet of the night, she could still feel the residual presence of his domineering yet warm Pure Yang True Qi flowing slowly through her meridians. While it filled her with a sense of power, it also served as a constant reminder of that disorienting, intoxicating "treatment."

She knew it was wrong. She was a married woman, the revered Huashan Jade Maiden. Yet, whenever she saw Lin Xuan or heard his voice, her body instinctively remembered the feeling of being utterly conquered and completely controlled by him, and a strange, tingling ripple would spread through her heart.

"Regardless, the kindness of saving a life is difficult to repay," Yue Buqun said seriously. He took out an exquisite jade bottle from his robes and handed it over. "This is a 'Purple Cloud Pill' specially made by our Mount Hua Sect. While I dare not claim it can bring back the dead, it is quite effective in enhancing internal energy and calming the mind. It is a small token of my appreciation; I hope Young Master Lin will not refuse."

Lin Xuan knew this was a gesture of goodwill and did not refuse, accepting it calmly. "Since it is Sect Leader Yue's intention, I would be remiss to decline."

The three exchanged a few more pleasantries. Yue Buqun spoke of the situation in the martial world, expressing many sentiments that revealed his "gentlemanly" concern for the nation and its people.

Lin Xuan simply listened with a smile, occasionally offering a brief agreement. His gaze, however, would inadvertently meet Ning Zhongze's across the space.

Each time their eyes met, Ning Zhongze would fluster like a startled deer, hastily lowering her gaze. A captivating blush would spread across her cheeks, even her earlobes turning translucent. This irrepressible shyness added a touch of girlish charm to her dignified and gentle demeanor.

Lin Xuan chuckled inwardly, knowing that this ripe fruit had already been marked by him, waiting only for the right moment to be plucked from Yue Buqun's "crooked tree."

Seeing that the hour was getting late, Yue Buqun rose to take his leave.

Ning Zhongze suddenly spoke, her voice soft and carrying an unyielding insistence. "Young Master Lin, before you depart, may I... personally offer you a cup of tea to express a fraction of my gratitude?"

This request was reasonable yet held an unusual undertone.

Given her status, personally serving tea to a junior was already an extremely high courtesy.

Yue Buqun paused slightly, then stroked his beard and smiled. "Junior Sister has this intention, which is excellent, excellent. Young Master Lin is a heroic youth and deserves such respect." He didn't think much of it, merely seeing it as his wife's way of repaying a debt of gratitude.

A knowing smile flickered in Lin Xuan's eyes as he nodded. "Since it is Heroine Ning's wish, how could I dare refuse?"

He led them to a more secluded and elegant small tea room connected to the study.

The tea room was decorated with extreme simplicity: a low table, a few cushions, and the swaying bamboo shadows outside the window, exuding a sense of Zen.

Ning Zhongze shed her earlier reserve. She knelt before the table, her full and shapely figure accentuated by the kneeling posture, her hips curving more rounded and perky, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.

She took out a set of exquisite purple clay teaware and began to brew tea for Lin Xuan.

Her movements were elegant and skilled, flowing like water, a pleasure to behold.

Warming the cups, placing the tea, brewing, smelling the aroma... every step exuded the good upbringing of a lady and a serene, far-reaching state of mind.

The curling tendrils of tea fragrance soon filled the small tea room.

Yue Buqun watched from the side, a satisfied smile on his face, as if showing off his virtuous and proper wife. He began to discourse on the art of tea, from the origin of the leaves to the choice of water quality and the control of heat, citing classics and demonstrating his "erudition."

Lin Xuan simply watched Ning Zhongze, his gaze focused and warm.

He admired her beauty in that moment.

It was a beauty stripped bare, returning to its original simplicity. She lowered her eyes, her long lashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks, her expression focused and devout.

Her jade-like hands, which had once wielded a sword in battle, now moved nimbly among the teaware, her fingertips like orchids, her wrists as white as snow.

It seemed as though she wasn't just brewing tea but performing a sacred ritual.

Finally, the first cup of amber-colored tea was poured into a celadon tasting cup.

Ning Zhongze cupped the teacup with both hands, stood up, and walked slowly to Lin Xuan. She slightly bent her knees, raising the cup to her eyebrows.

"Young Master Lin, please have some tea."

Her voice was as soft as a whisper, and her clear eyes, behind the misty tea vapor, appeared even more moist and hazy.

Lin Xuan did not immediately take the teacup.

He simply looked at her, his unfathomable eyes seeming to swirl like a vortex, ready to draw in her soul.

Yue Buqun, immersed in the atmosphere of "tea master" he had created, closed his eyes slightly, savoring the tea fragrance filling the room, and did not notice the subtle shift in their interaction.

This brief interlude was precisely captured by Lin Xuan.

He leaned forward slightly, drawing closer to the dignified Ning Zhongze before him. He lowered his voice, speaking in a magnetic tone that only they could hear, word by word:

"Heroine Ning, during our healing in the cave that day, I detected old ailments lingering within you. Although they were cleared along with the cold poison, your vital energy was still depleted. The journey ahead is long; please take good care of yourself."

These words, like a warm current, instantly flowed into Ning Zhongze's heart. Her heart warmed, and just as she was about to thank him, Lin Xuan's tone shifted abruptly, becoming more intimate and direct.

"If..." Lin Xuan's gaze became intense and focused, as if he could see through her soul, "I mean, if you experience any discomfort, or have any unresolved issues in your heart, you may secretly write to me at any time."

His words paused, each syllable like a stone dropped into the lake of her heart, creating ripples. Finally, in a tone that was almost a sigh, he uttered those fatal four words:

"Lin Xuan... always thinking of you."

Ning Zhongze's mind felt as if it had been struck by a bolt of lightning, instantly going blank.

"Always thinking of you..."

These four words, like magical incantations, echoed repeatedly in her ears, making her dizzy and sending an indescribable tingling sensation through her limbs.

This was far beyond the concern a life-saving benefactor should show for someone they'd rescued!

This was... this was...

She dared not think further, only feeling her cheeks burning as if they would ignite.

She abruptly raised her head, her gaze meeting Lin Xuan's deep, unfathomable eyes. There wasn't a trace of frivolity within them, only an unyielding seriousness, worry, and a profound affection she dared not probe too deeply.

He was concerned about her physical well-being, and also... her heart?

"A knot in your heart that cannot be untangled..."

Had he seen through something? Seen through the respect between her and her martial brother that was already a mere formality? Seen through the loneliness and melancholy deep within her heart that no one could understand?

Just as her mind was in turmoil, Lin Xuan reached out, seemingly naturally, and took the teacup from her hand.

However, the moment he took the cup, the pad of his finger, deliberately and gently, brushed across the back of her slightly trembling hand.

The touch was as light as a feather, yet carried a scorching heat potent enough to start a wildfire.

Ning Zhongze's delicate body trembled violently, as if struck by silent lightning once more! The teacup in her hand nearly slipped, but Lin Xuan caught it steadily.

"Good tea, thank you, Heroine Ning." Lin Xuan's voice returned to its normal volume, as if the preceding whisper and the fleeting touch had never happened. Holding the teacup, he gave a slight nod to Yue Buqun, who had just opened his eyes, his expression composed and gentlemanly.

"Junior Sister, what's wrong? Your hand is shaking so badly?" Yue Buqun asked, sounding surprised. He turned to Lin Xuan and cupped his hands in greeting. "Please excuse us, Young Master Lin."

Ning Zhongze jolted, snapping out of her overwhelming shame and palpitations. She dared not look at Lin Xuan, nor dare she refute her husband's words. She simply lowered her head in a panic, her pretty face flushing so deeply it seemed it could bleed.

She retreated to her seat as if fleeing, her heart pounding like a drum being struck frantically, threatening to leap out of her chest.