Groping Her Breasts (Continued)

He also told Yang Guo about the waterside towns of Suzhou and Hangzhou, pleasure boats gliding over the waves, songs and dancing, and the enchanting scenery along the banks of the Qinhuai River. Yang Guo listened, captivated, as if he could already smell the fragrance of cosmetics drifting across the river.

He also spoke of the vast desert, where a lone column of smoke rose beneath the setting sun, and of how the men of the northwest ate huge mouthfuls of meat, drank bowlfuls of wine, and lived freely, avenging wrongs and repaying kindness. That unrestrained freedom tugged at Yang Guo's heart even more fiercely.

"Brother Lin..."

That day, after listening to another of Lin Xuan's stories, Yang Guo's bright eyes shimmered with an unmistakable longing.

"Is the world beyond... really that exciting?"

Lin Xuan looked at his yearning expression and let the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. He knew Yang Guo wanted to leave.

He smiled warmly, a knowing amusement in his expression. "Exciting? Heh. Brother Yang, the jianghu is always a hundred, a thousand times more exciting than anything I can tell you."

He rose and walked over to Yang Guo, giving him a firm pat on the shoulder with his broad hand. His tone grew earnest.

"Brother Yang, a real man sets his sights on the four corners of the world. This Ancient Tomb is a fine place. It can shelter you from the wind and rain and keep you fed and clothed, but in the end, it's only a comfortable nest. Once a young eagle grows up, it has to leave the nest."

"The jianghu is dangerous, full of blades and bloodshed. But it's another way of life—a grand, sweeping life that truly belongs to a man!"

Those words struck Yang Guo like a series of heavy blows, smashing his last lingering hesitation to pieces.

"Brother Lin, I..." Yang Guo sprang up from the stone stool, his face alight with excitement and determination. He was so moved that even his voice trembled. "I want to go out! I want to see the world! I want to venture into the jianghu!"

"Good!" Lin Xuan applauded, his eyes filled with undisguised approval. "That's the spirit a real man should have!"

Then he changed the subject, as if he had been expecting this moment all along, and pulled a heavy purse from inside his robes. Without giving Yang Guo a chance to refuse, he pressed it into his hands.

"The jianghu is treacherous. You'll be on your own, and you can't get by without money. There's some silver and gold in here. Take it, and don't shortchange yourself on the road. If you run into trouble you can't handle, come find me."

Yang Guo clutched the heavy purse, and its weight in his hand made his heart quiver.

He had been alone and destitute since childhood, enduring disdain and bullying. He had never known such sincere concern or such generous help.

A warmth he could hardly describe surged up from his heart and rushed to his eyes, making them sting.

"Brother Lin, I can never repay this kindness..."

"We're brothers. There's no need to be so formal." Lin Xuan waved him off, cutting him short. His tone left no room for argument. "A real man shouldn't fuss over every little thing. Go on, say goodbye to your aunt."

Yang Guo nodded firmly. His heart brimmed with ambition, and he no longer had the slightest hesitation.

When he found Little Dragon Girl and told her he wanted to leave, the woman in white simply looked at him in silence.

Her eyes were so cold and otherworldly that they seemed untouched by human concerns. There was no surprise or reluctance in them; they remained as calm as a pool that had been frozen for a thousand years.

Perhaps it was simply her nature. In her world, nearly cut off from the rest of humanity, partings and reunions were as ordinary as flowers blooming and fading.

Granny Sun had died, and she had grieved, but life went on.

Yang Guo had come, so she had taught him martial arts.

Now that he wanted to leave, she naturally wouldn't force him to stay.

"Have you made up your mind?" she asked softly, her voice ethereal.

"Yes! Aunt, I want to see the world outside!" Yang Guo replied, more resolute than ever.

"Then go." Little Dragon Girl gave a slight nod.

She offered no unnecessary words to make him stay, nor any parting advice. Her farewell was as simple as seeing a neighbor off to buy groceries.

Yang Guo couldn't help feeling a flicker of disappointment, but the tremendous excitement of setting out into the jianghu soon swept it away completely.

He bowed to Little Dragon Girl and knocked his head against the ground three times, repaying her for the lessons and shelter she had given him.

Then he slung on his small pack, which held only a few changes of clothes, and rushed off toward the passage leading to the outside world without looking back, full of joy.

As Yang Guo's lively figure disappeared at the end of the passage, a smile of satisfaction curled Lin Xuan's lips.

Good.

Now, in this deep, shadowy Ancient Tomb, only he, Little Dragon Girl, and Li Mochou remained.

The empty stone chamber was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Apart from the occasional soft pop of the candle flame and the faint rustle of Lin Xuan turning the pages, there was no other sound.

Lin Xuan sat at the stone table in perfect ease, slowly studying a book he had taken from the Ancient Tomb Sect's shelves in the dim candlelight.

Behind him stood the Crimson-Practicing Fairy, Li Mochou, waiting respectfully.

She still wore her trademark apricot-yellow Taoist robe.

But the loose fabric could do nothing to conceal her mature, voluptuous figure, every inch of which radiated irresistible allure.

Her slender waist, narrow enough to encircle with one hand, and her full, strikingly rounded hips formed a breathtaking curve. Any man who saw her would have felt his mouth go dry and his most primitive desires stir.

Her magnificent breasts were especially exceptional.

Even confined beneath layer upon layer of Taoist robes, they remained high and firm, pushing out the fabric in a full curve that made the blood race. They seemed like ripe jade rabbits, ready at any moment to break free of their restraints and emerge, stunning the world.

She bowed her head slightly. Her glossy black hair was pinned up in a Taoist knot, revealing a long, snow-white neck. Her once proud, beautiful face, so cold and aloof that she had seemed to look down on all living things, was now utterly blank, betraying no emotion.

But as the one who had caused all this, Lin Xuan could clearly sense the volcano raging beneath her calm exterior.

There was fear, humiliation, and... the twisted longing he had forcibly instilled in her with the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, a longing that filled her with such shame she wanted to die.

"Come here."

Lin Xuan's voice was quiet, almost lazy, yet it carried an unmistakable command.

Li Mochou's curvaceous body gave an almost imperceptible but violent shudder.

But she didn't hesitate, not even for an instant. With light steps, she walked before Lin Xuan like an exquisite puppet controlled by strings.

Lin Xuan didn't even look up at her. His gaze remained fixed on the yellowed pages.

He merely lifted a hand and pointed at his shoulder.

"Rub them."

Li Mochou bit down hard on her rosy lower lip, nearly drawing blood.

A deep, unmistakable humiliation flashed across her beautiful, icy face.

But she was at his mercy.

The look of humiliation passed in an instant, and she forced it down.

At last, as if accepting her fate, she reached out with her slender hand. It trembled almost imperceptibly as she laid it gently on Lin Xuan's broad shoulder.

Her fingertips were warm and soft.

Her pressure was just right, neither too light nor too firm, precisely pressing each acupoint and muscle stiffened from his long hours of sitting.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes in comfort, enjoying the service of the demonic woman.

A flame quietly kindled in his lower abdomen, growing hotter by the moment.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a glint flashing across them!

He seized the delicate hand kneading his shoulder, then gave a slight tug with his arm!

"Ah!"

Li Mochou felt a powerful force pull her off balance. With a short cry, she fell forward against her will.

She landed right on Lin Xuan's lap.

Her full, rounded bottom, firm and astonishingly springy, pressed against his iron-hard thigh, flush and burning hot through two layers of cloth.

The pose was unbearably intimate—and unbearably humiliating!

"You... What are you doing?"

Li Mochou was shocked and frightened, her voice trembling. Her body went stiff as stone, like a startled rabbit that dared not move.

Lin Xuan didn't answer. He simply reached out with his free hand and, with a touch both deliberate and possessive, brushed the soft curve beneath her wide Taoist robe.

"Mm!"

Li Mochou's body jolted as if struck by lightning. A moan escaped her, stifled and filled with pain and fear.

Through a single thin layer of silk, she felt even softer, warmer, fuller, and more resilient than Lin Xuan had imagined!

His hand moved as if shaping a piece of the finest mutton-fat jade, molding it into the form he liked best.

"L-let me go..."

Li Mochou's resistance was so weak it could barely be heard. Her tearful plea sounded to Lin Xuan more like a coquettish protest, as if she wanted him to keep going.

Her body had long since been made terribly sensitive by Lin Xuan's overbearing Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique.

Now, as he shamelessly fondled the private part of her body she had once been proud of, that familiar tingling heat, which she both hated and craved, surged through her like a bursting flood. It instantly swept away the last of her reason and engulfed her completely.

"Let you go?"

Lin Xuan spoke beside her ear, his scorching breath brushing against it and making her shiver all over.

"Don't you want the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra? If you want it, you'll have to show me how sincere you are."

"I..."

Li Mochou's breathing grew ragged. Her lovely, cold face had turned crimson, as if it could bleed.

Lin Xuan's hand suddenly tightened. His fingertips rubbed against the soft curve of her chest.

"Ah..."

Li Mochou could no longer hold it in. A tender moan escaped her throat, so beautiful it made her own face burn with shame.

Lin Xuan leaned down and said, "Now use that part of you to make me feel good."

The words struck Li Mochou's mind like a bolt from the heavens!

Her body went stiff as stone.

Her beautiful eyes, already clouded with desire, flew wide open. They were filled with shock and bewilderment, as well as... the most extreme shame!

What... What did that mean?

She didn't understand at all!

"What? You don't understand?"

Lin Xuan's voice suddenly turned impatient and rough.

"Mm... I... I don't understand..." Li Mochou shook her head in despair, her voice thick with tears, like a helpless child.

"Don't understand? That's fine."

Lin Xuan wanted precisely this pure, ignorant look from her.

He stopped using words.

This time, he decided to teach her "hands-on."

First, he roughly turned Li Mochou around to face him, making her straddle his lap in an even more humiliating position. He gave the front of her robe a simple, forceful tug. The loose garment fell open at once, revealing a pair of full, snow-white breasts barely contained by an embroidered rose-red bellyband. They looked ready to spill out of the fabric, fully exposed in the dim candlelight.

Then he opened his own robes. Something on his body, throbbing and straining to rise, radiated scorching heat and made its formidable presence unmistakable.

"Let's try it."

Lin Xuan spoke.

Li Mochou saw the object before her that represented absolute power. Her beautiful face turned pale with fright, and she involuntarily tried to draw back.

"No... Don't..."

Lin Xuan gave a cold snort. He guided her full, lifted breasts into tight contact with the hot, hard presence beneath him.

"Ah—!"

Li Mochou let out a cry of shame and anger. A kind of extreme humiliation unlike anything she had ever felt, mixed with a feeling she could hardly describe, swept through her like a mountain flood and a crashing sea!

Her body trembled violently, beyond her control.

Lin Xuan gave her no time to adjust. He gripped her slender, pale arms and began guiding—or rather, controlling—her body, making her move up and down in a slow, lingering rhythm against the scorching intrusion.

Each press and rubbing was accompanied by her helpless, broken moans, choked with despair.

She felt her reason crumbling, inch by inch, beneath those tormenting movements.