With a final, hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he reached his own peak.
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“Qingyu!” Shen Yuan groaned, his voice echoing through the room. “I’m cumming!” His words sent her hurtling over the edge, her body convulsing with the force of her release.
Qingyu screamed his name, “Yuan’er!!” her voice raw and hoarse as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Her inner walls clamped down around his throbbing length, milking him for all he was worth as her orgasm consumed her. Shen Yuan groaned long and low, his hot seed spurting deep inside her, filling her.
They clung to each other, their bodies shaking and shuddering as they rode out the aftershocks of their shared climax.
Shen Yuan’s hips continued to make small, abortive thrusts, working his release deeper into her pussy. Qingyu could only moan, overwhelmed by the intensity of her first true orgasm.
As the waves of pleasure began to subside, Shen Yuan collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms. They were both slick with sweat, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath.
He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, then to her lips, his touch soft and gentle in the aftermath of their passionate coupling.
“My dear Qingyu,” he murmured, his voice rough but filled with satisfaction. “That was… amazing. You are really something else.”
He brushed a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear with a tender touch. “You should rest for now, it was your first time after all.”
Qingyu took deep breaths and placed her head on his chest. Closing her eyes, she murmured, “…I love you.”
Shen Yuan’s face formed a gentle smile as he saw her fall into a deep sleep.
[Huff… huff… you went quite rough on her, huh.]
Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow. “Why are you panting though?”
[Never mind that, but looks like you absorbed her Primordial Yin as well.]
He nodded his head. “Yeah, I should be able to break through two levels at least with her Primordial Yin alone.”
[So will you cultivate now?]
He glanced down at Qingyu, who was peacefully sleeping on top of him. “What’s the hurry? Let her enjoy this rest. I will train her and break through during the time she is training.”
Yue Lan went silent as Shen Yuan also closed his eyes to rest.
…
Shen Yuan’s eyes fluttered open, the familiar surroundings of the Dual Cultivation Chamber came into his view.
Gradually, the events of the previous night came back to him—his moments with Qingyu, the passionate time they shared, and her drifting off to sleep against his chest. Now, however, she was no longer curled up beside him.
He blinked, scanning the room in search of her. The bed, plush and rumpled, still remained wrinkled where she slept.
A soft shuffle sounded near the dressing screen, and he turned to see Qingyu slipping on a fresh robe, her cheeks touched with a light pink as she caught him looking.
“Ah, you’re awake,” she said, her voice gentle but carrying a hint of relief. “I was about to wake you, but… you looked so peaceful.”
Shen Yuan sat upright, stretching his body. “And here I was thinking you might still be in bed,” he teased lightly. “You feeling okay?”
Qingyu patted down the front of her robe, the delicate fabric shifting to reveal hints of her graceful form before settling modestly again. “I’m fine,” she softly said, her tone a mix of bashfulness and calm. “Just… a bit sore, but not in a bad way.”
He rose from the bed, taking a moment to wear his own robes. A relaxed, contented air hovered between them, the intimacy of the night before leaving its gentle echoes on both of their demeanors.
“Let’s sit,” he offered quietly, gesturing to a small cushioned couch by the wall. She nodded, and they took seats beside each other. Shen Yuan reached out and cradled her hand, squeezing it gently. “How was your rest?”
Qingyu exhaled a soft laugh. “One of the best sleeps I’ve had in a while. I—I didn’t expect to feel so… at ease.”
Shen Yuan’s eyes glimmered with warmth as he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. “I’m glad. You needed the rest.”
For a moment, neither spoke—content to let the quiet hold them. Then Qingyu took a steady breath, nodding once in that resolute way of hers. “Well, we still have a task here, right? You said we’d train more in alchemy. I want to focus properly and see how far I can push my technique.”
He smiled, releasing her hand so she could stand without hindrance. “That’s exactly the plan. And with the time dilation here, we’ve got all the ‘days’ we need.”
Qingyu’s lips curved into a smile. “Then let’s not waste it.”
Shen Yuan led her to the door on the far side of the chamber. He pushed it open, revealing a connected alchemy room bathed in soft golden light.
Several pill furnaces stood in neat rows; shelves of carefully cataloged herbs lined one wall, and an array of tools, jade mortars, and pestles gleamed on sturdy tables.
“Ta-da,” Shen Yuan remarked, gesturing around. “I set this up for extended alchemy sessions. Figured we might as well have a dedicated space.”
‘Thanks for the save, Lan’er,’ he softly muttered to himself, looking around the room.
[Hehe, I’m your best wingman—or rather wingwoman—here.]
He shook his head internally while looking at Qingyu’s reaction.
Qingyu’s eyes widened at the setup—though simpler than the more advanced setups Shen Yuan sometimes used, it was still leagues above the average cultivator’s workshop.
“It’s perfect,” she breathed. “You really thought of everything.”
With a small grin, Shen Yuan guided her inside. “We can refine simpler pills here for practice, or try something higher grade if we want. The environment is stable, and the Qi density in this area is excellent for learning flame control.”
Qingyu moved toward one of the medium-sized furnaces at the center of the room, running her fingertips across its polished surface. “I can’t wait to try the next step of the Crimson Lotus Flame Art. Think I can manage a decent Earth-grade pill soon?”
He joined her side, nodding confidently. “With the practice we’ll put in here—and your newly honed flame—absolutely. You’ll surprise even yourself, I bet.”
Her gaze flicked toward him, a spark of amusement in her eyes. “You always say that.”
“Because it’s usually true,” he teased. “Now, how about we start by revisiting Lotus Spark—make sure it’s fully anchored to your Qi flow? Then we’ll inch toward Blossoming Inferno as you progress since you can make both Mortal and Spirit-grade pills with the Lotus Spark technique.”
She gave an enthusiastic nod. “Ready when you are, Teacher,” she said, a playful lilt to her voice.
Shen Yuan leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “Let’s see what my talented wife can do.”
Qingyu smiled sweetly before taking a deep breath, letting the newly learned Lotus Spark technique guide her Qi flow.
Then, with a subtle wave of her hand, a thread of flame sprouted at her fingertips. This time, the small ember appeared far more stable than when she’d first tried it.