Zhao Fu recalled Yu Clear Water. Although he had helped him suppress the Six Desires Demonic Qi, his body had still been affected by it. It seemed Ling Feixue was the same, desperately suppressing herself even now.
I should use the Six Desires Demonic Qi less in the future. It seems it isn't entirely under my control either, Zhao Fu thought.
"Hubby! Do you want our Sect Master's wife too? She's been waiting for so long already! Come on?"
Seeing Zhao Fu's gaze settle on Ling Feixue, Lin Yan'er seductively pulled him before Ling Feixue. Blushing, Ling Feixue turned her head away, somewhat afraid to face Zhao Fu. Though her body desperately wanted it, she still restrained herself with all her strength.
However, if Zhao Fu truly did anything to her, she certainly would not resist. But she absolutely would not take the initiative.
Yet one sentence from Lin Yan'er shattered the last of her resolve. "Sister Feixue! Think of the Ancient Sword Sect! Our hubby is actually very good, but that depends on whether you perform well too."
"For the Ancient Sword Sect!"
Ling Feixue steeled herself. Her beautiful eyes shimmered with soft moisture as she looked at Zhao Fu, then she began to serve him. Lin Yan'er happily joined in as well.
Afterward, Zhao Fu rode them both, taking particular pleasure in the Sect Master's wife's body, partly out of a desire to exact revenge upon the Ancient Sword Sect.
After the storm of passion, Ling Feixue lay limply in Zhao Fu's arms. The desires she had suppressed for so long had made her extraordinarily wild just now.
Zhao Fu also told Lin Yan'er the purpose of this visit. With her face flushed crimson, Lin Yan'er happily agreed as well, because it meant she would have a chance