Bing Rong’s eyes lit up, “Is it another novel from your hometown that you talk about?”
“Indeed.” Shen Yuan chuckled and nodded, he had remembered each and every word of all the novels he had read in his previous life due to his enhanced sea of consciousness and soul.
‘Now that I think about it, why do I feel that my soul is gradually getting stronger?’ He asked.
[Hehe, looks like you forgot, well that’s not surprising considering its nature. Anyways, you shouldn’t worry about that. It’s only beneficial to you and it will also help you in your critical time.]
Shen Yuan’s mind only became more confused, but he decided to let it go. After spending such a long time with Yue Lan, he had learned to trust her.
And soon, he began to tell her another interesting story. Time slowly passed, and when he went mid-way in the story, Bing Rong’s hand slowly moved towards his chest, caressing it softly.
Shen Yuan paused, looking at her shy face. He smirked and pulled her forward, “You can never be satisfied, huh?” he whispered in her ear.
Bing Rong’s face turned slightly redder, but instead of saying anything, she just inched closer to him and pressed her lips softly on his face.
Shen Yuan reciprocated equally, placing his hand on her cheek and giving her a deep kiss. She melted into the kiss, her soft lips moving against his with growing passion.
Her hand continued to explore his body, tracing the hard muscles of Shen Yuan’s chest, feeling the heat of his muscles beneath her fingertips.
As they broke apart, she gazed at him with shimmering eyes, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing slightly ragged. “Yuan’er…” she whispered, her voice low and needy.
Shen Yuan looked at her with a playful gaze while Bing Rong extended her fingers to unbutton Shen Yuan’s shirt, revealing more and more of his jaded, muscular chest. She trailed her fingertips over his skin, once again marveling at the feel of his firm flesh beneath her touch.
Shen Yuan, in turn, slid his hands under the hem of Bing Rong’s dress, slowly pulling it up and over her head. He tossed it aside, leaving her bare before him, her creamy skin glowing in the soft light of the room.
They took a moment to admire each other’s naked bodies as they never seemed to have enough of it, their eyes roaming hungrily over every curve. The air between them thickened with sexual tension, thinking about what was to come once again.
Shen Yuan pulled Bing Rong close, pressing their bare bodies together. He could feel every inch of her soft, warm flesh against his own harder, more muscular frame. His shaft, already hard, rested against her belly as he held her tight.
Bing Rong gasped softly as she felt him, her body instinctively arching into his touch. She slid her thigh between his legs, rubbing against his hardness as her arms crept up to loop around his neck.
“My love…” she breathed, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “I need you. I need you again to fill me completely with your love.”
Her words ignited a fire in Shen Yuan, a primal hunger that he never wanted to suppress. With a lustful smile, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim her own.
At the same time, his hands gripped her hips, fondling them to his heart’s content before flipping her over and laying on top of her.
Shen Yuan’s fingers soon found their way to her pussy, stroking the slick folds that were already wet with arousal. He circled her sensitive clit, feeling it swell beneath his touch, before slipping a finger deep inside her tight channel.
Bing Rong cried out, her hips bucking up to meet his hand as he began to stroke her inner walls. Her slick, velvety heat gripped his finger like a vice, her body already ready and eager for him.
Shen Yuan added another finger, pumping them in and out of Bing Rong’s dripping pussy as he kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans and whimpers of pleasure. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles as he worked her closer to her peak.
Bing Rong writhed beneath him, her body flushed with rosiness and tingling with need. She could feel the heat of tension building deep in her core, her climax approaching rapidly as Shen Yuan’s skilled fingers played her body like an instrument.
Just as she was about to come, Shen Yuan removed his fingers, leaving her empty and aching. She whimpered in protest, only to gasp as he placed his thick shaft on her pussy.
With one powerful thrust, Shen Yuan buried himself to the hilt inside Bing Rong’s welcoming folds. They both groaned at the exquisite sensation, her walls stretching and accommodating his girth as he filled her completely.
Shen Yuan began to move, his hips setting a deep, driving rhythm as he made love to her. But he also didn’t forget to circulate the Eternal Yin Yang Sutra, utilizing it to its max and comprehending all the profundities of Yin he could from her.
Nevertheless, he focused more on her and took his time, savoring every inch of her silken flesh, every gasp and moan that spilled from her lips.
Bing Rong clung to him, her nails raking down his back as she met his thrusts, her body arching up to take him even deeper. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their increasingly loud cries of pleasure.
Their lovemaking grew more and more passionate, more and more desperate as they raced towards their mutual climax. Bing Rong could feel Shen Yuan’s shaft throbbing inside her, growing harder and more insistent with each thrust.
With a final, powerful surge, Shen Yuan drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his hot seed erupted, flooding her womb with his essence. At the same time, Bing Rong came, her body convulsing and shaking as her own powerful orgasm crashed over her.
They held each other tightly as the waves of ecstasy washed through them, their bodies pressed against one another with sweat covering them.
In that perfect, shining moment, nothing else existed—only the love they shared and the incredible pleasure they brought to each other.
Finally, as their heart rates slowed and their breathing returned to normal, Shen Yuan rolled to the side, pulling Bing Rong with him so that she lay curled against his chest. He stroked her hair tenderly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Big sis,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with love, “That was… incredible. You’re amazing.” He smiled at her, his eyes filled with adoration.
Bing Rong smiled back, her own eyes shining with happiness and contentment. “And I love you, Yuan’er,” she replied softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “And you know we aren’t done yet, right?” her lips curled up mischievously at the end.
Shen Yuan smirked as he saw her getting on top of him, “Of course, we are not done. We have all the time in the world we need here.”