Chapter 3: The Thirsty Master's Wife

Nie Yun held the girl’s slender waist with both hands and gently thrust his lower body, his hot glans hitting her buttocks repeatedly.

Nie Yun’s lower abdomen pressed tightly against Yue Lingshan’s youthful and pert buttocks, lewdly savoring the pleasure generated by the friction between his glans and the girl’s tender buttocks.

Yue Lingshan felt the burning hot rod vibrating against the tender flesh of her thighs and buttocks. Her whole body went limp, her face flushed, and she slowly bent down and lay on the table, her pure body silently welcoming the boy behind her.

Nie Yun used his two demonic hands to repeatedly pry the girl’s buttocks apart and then forcefully squeeze them together. He felt the alluring elasticity and used the soft, warm flesh to enhance the pleasure of his penis.

The thick, hard penis penetrated deeper and deeper, gradually passing through the elastic cleft of her buttocks and touching her already somewhat moist petals.

The glans gently teased the girl’s pure, honeyed lips, and each throb seemed to be telling its master to quickly put it into that paradise.

“Hmm… Senior brother… I… I feel so uncomfortable…” Yue Lingshan murmured to herself, her body involuntarily twisting.

As Nie Yun slowly thrust in and out, his thick penis pressed against the girl’s pure petals again and again.

Nie Yun brought his face close to Yue Lingshan’s head, sucking on her crystal earlobe and snow-white neck.

The upper half of the hard glans squeezed into the slit of the labia, and then moved upwards, touching the clitoris in the slit of flesh.

The upper side of the penis rubbed back and forth between the two labia, bringing Nie Yun indescribable pleasure.

Suddenly, during a backward slide, the glans sank into the opening below the fleshy crevice. The soft, moist flesh seemed to have a suction force, trying to pull the glans in.

“Ah… Senior Brother… No… It hurts so much…” Yue Lingshan, a newcomer to the flower path, turned pale with pain.

Knowing that now was not the time to take her down, Nie Yun quickly withdrew and stepped back, then embraced the girl and kissed her to comfort her.

After Yue Lingshan recovered, Nie Yun once again inserted his penis between the girl’s two jade-like legs, and Yue Lingshan immediately clamped it tightly.

As Nie Yun thrust in and out, his glans rubbed against the girl’s petals, bringing Yue Lingshan intense pleasure.

She reached her right hand behind her head and hooked it tightly around Nie Yun’s neck. At the same time, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and parted her red lips slightly, enjoying the stimulation brought by Nie Yun’s back and forth friction.

Nie Yun was also thoroughly enjoying himself. The pleasure from the friction between his glans and labia during the thrusting of his penis almost made his body explode. He gritted his teeth and thrust, and sometimes even if his position shifted, Yue Lingshan would use her small hands to adjust his penis and then clamp it down.

The two moved their bodies together, pressing their lower bodies even closer, and occasionally exchanging passionate kisses with their tongues out.

With a series of low growls and groans, both of them reached climax.

Nie Yun convulsed, and a stream of scalding semen shot onto Yue Lingshan’s inner thigh, while Yue Lingshan trembled and gushed out waves of thick nectar.

Yue Lingshan turned around, gently punching Nie Yun with her small fist, and exclaimed, “Senior brother, you’re so bad! Just now… just now I almost…” but she was too embarrassed to continue.

“Hehe… Shan’er, don’t worry, your senior brother will definitely cherish you.” Nie Yun kissed the girl in his arms again, and Yue Lingshan also hugged Nie Yun’s neck, gently parted her lips, and kissed him passionately.

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“Swish! Swish! Swish!” In the training ground in front of the Righteousness Hall, many inner disciples practiced their swordsmanship. Every move was well-structured and measured, showing that they were all quite skilled.

Among the crowd, the young man with sword-like eyebrows and thin lips at the front was the most focused. He wielded his sword like flowing water, one sword strike after another, leaving trails in the air. He was truly as fast as lightning, with a continuous hissing sound as he cut through the air.

“Second Senior Brother is really amazing! His move ‘White Rainbow Piercing the Sun’ is now on par with Eldest Senior Brother’s!” A boy next to him cheered loudly. He had a small monkey perched on his shoulder, making him look like a monkey trainer.

“Hoo…” The sword-browed youth finished his final move and smoothly sheathed his sword. He frowned slightly and asked the monkey-training boy, “Didn’t Senior Brother do his morning lessons today?”

“Yes, every time Master comes down the mountain, Senior Brother sleeps in late,” the monkey trainer laughed. “But even so, his martial arts skills haven’t declined at all; he’s truly amazing.”

Hearing the monkey trainer’s words, the sword-browed youth felt a surge of irritation, especially when he saw that the beautiful figure he longed for was not present, which made him even more depressed.

At this moment, Nie Yun walked over from a distance, putting his hand in front of his nose as he walked, seemingly sniffing something, with a faint smile on his face.

Yue Lingshan followed behind him with small steps, her pretty face as red as an autumn apple.

Upon seeing the two, the sword-browed youth immediately shouted, “Senior Brother Nie, I feel that my swordsmanship has improved considerably since last month. Let’s have another match. Junior Sister, you be our witness.”

“Hehe, Junior Brother Linghu is indeed exceptionally talented. He truly deserves to be our Huashan Sect’s second senior brother!” Nie Yun didn’t respond but instead praised him with a smile, emphasizing the words “second senior brother.”

Every time he called him “Second Senior Brother,” Linghu Chong always felt that he had ill intentions, but he didn’t know why.

“Pfft—” Yue Lingshan couldn’t help but laugh out loud, lightly punching Nie Yun with her fist, “Senior Brother, you’re so naughty!”

Seeing his beloved junior sister smiling broadly at Nie Yun, Linghu Chong felt a surge of jealousy.

“Senior Brother, before Master went down the mountain, he also instructed you to guide our practice more. Since you are here today, why don’t you give us a demonstration so that all the junior brothers can broaden their horizons?”

Linghu Chong suppressed his bitterness and spoke respectfully.

Feeling the Xuanling Jade Disc absorb another surge of fortune, Nie Yun felt secretly pleased. He glanced at Linghu Chong with a half-smile and said, “Since Junior Brother Linghu has sincerely invited me, then I will make a fool of myself.”

After saying that, he took the longsword from Lu Hou’er beside him, twirled it in a flourish, and said to Linghu Chong, “Junior Brother Linghu, please.”

Linghu Chong took a deep breath, drew his sword, and said loudly, “Senior Brother Nie, please.”

After speaking, he held his sword horizontally across his chest, and with his left hand he made a sword gesture, as if he were writing with a pen. This was the “Poetry and Sword Gathering” from the Huashan Swordplay.

This move is the opening stance used by the Huashan Sect when sparring with fellow practitioners. It means that scholars make friends by composing poems and exchanging verses, while martial artists make friends by exchanging martial arts skills.

Using this move is to show that there is absolutely no enmity or hostility between the two opponents, and that the sword fight is only to determine victory or defeat, not to risk one’s life.

As Linghu Chong’s junior brother, and using the excuse of seeking guidance from Nie Yun, he naturally wouldn’t unleash his ultimate move right away.

Nie Yun smiled slightly and descended from mid-air in a “Welcoming Pine Tree” move.

The two exchanged blows for several rounds.

Seeing Nie Yun’s relaxed expression, clearly not taking it seriously, Linghu Chong felt a surge of anger: “Even if you are the senior brother, how can you look down on me like this? Although you entered the sect a few years earlier than me, Master and Mistress both praised my outstanding talent. I refuse to believe that after years of hard work, I am no match for you, a lazy senior brother who never does morning lessons. This time, I will definitely give it my all and make you lose face in front of Junior Sister.”

He hardened his heart, and his swordplay became increasingly fierce. He unleashed a variety of killing moves, such as “White Clouds Emerging from the Mountain Peak,” “Phoenix Arriving,” “White Rainbow Piercing the Sun,” and “Golden Goose Soaring Across the Sky.”

Nie Yun guessed Linghu Chong’s thoughts and thought to himself, “Linghu Chong, you may be the chosen one, but I have a cheat code! Your beloved junior sister is already in my grasp. Except for her virginity, I’ve played with every inch of her body! Sooner or later, I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine, hehe…”

At this moment, Nie Yun was unaware that absorbing the protagonist’s luck would not only suppress the protagonist, but also allow the Xuanling Jade Disc to gradually regain its original supernatural powers, and there would be even greater surprises waiting for him to discover.

Although Linghu Chong studied and practiced diligently, he was unfortunately outmatched by Nie Yun, who had already mastered all the sword techniques of Mount Hua to a superb level.

Let alone the current Linghu Chong, even Linghu Chong who has learned the Dugu Nine Swords might not be able to defeat him.

The two fought faster and faster, but it was clear to onlookers that Nie Yun’s moves were getting faster and faster. Often, just as Linghu Chong was about to parry, the next move would come, leaving Linghu Chong flustered and struggling to block and dodge.

By the end, Linghu Chong was covered in sweat, and his moves became increasingly chaotic. Suddenly, Nie Yun let out a clear whistle, his sword flashing erratically as he unleashed a flurry of thrusts around Linghu Chong’s body.

A flurry of silver light danced across the arena, dazzling the onlookers. Suddenly, Nie Yun thrust his sword forward, aiming straight for Linghu Chong’s throat, swift as lightning and powerful as thunder.

Linghu Chong was taken aback and quickly retreated, but he could already feel the coldness of the sword’s edge in his throat.

“Senior brother!”

“Have mercy!”

“not good!”

Amidst gasps of surprise from the onlookers, Linghu Chong had already retreated to the wall, with nowhere to escape. Nie Yun flicked his wrist, and the longsword grazed Linghu Chong’s neck before embedding itself straight into the wall.

He stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he said to Linghu Chong, “Second Junior Brother, did you see these moves of your Senior Brother clearly?”

Having narrowly escaped death, Linghu Chong was no longer arrogant. He quickly cupped his hands and said, “Senior Brother’s swordsmanship is exquisite, and you control it with complete ease. I admire you greatly.”

“Hehe…” Nie Yun chuckled softly, turned his head and took Yue Lingshan’s small hand. Yue Lingshan was caught off guard and tried to shake him off several times but couldn’t, and immediately blushed.

Seeing Linghu Chong’s pale face and feeling the smooth, soft hand in his, Nie Yun felt a secret pleasure and pulled Yue Lingshan away.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Linghu Chong felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He clenched his fist tightly around the hilt of his sword, and the veins on his hands bulged out.

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The next day, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze returned to Mount Hua, where Nie Yun and his disciples lined up to welcome them.

Compared to when Nie Yun became her disciple, Ning Zhongze’s appearance is much more mature, but she still exudes a captivating charm.

At this time, she was at the most alluring and mature age of a woman. Because of her martial arts training, her figure was not as bloated as that of an ordinary woman. Her lake-blue dress hugged her curves, making her look like a ripe peach, which was very tempting.

Yue Buqun, however, maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, with three long strands of beard under his chin, and his temperament became even more composed. To outsiders, he looked like a teacher at an academy.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze entered and sat down. After asking a few simple questions, they sent the disciples away.

As Nie Yun was leaving, he looked back and saw Ning Zhongze discussing something with Yue Buqun, her face beaming with a faint blush.

“Hehe, Master’s wife, you’re probably going to be disappointed again tonight.”

As night fell, Ning Zhongze looked at Yue Buqun, who was fast asleep beside her, her eyes filled with sorrow and helplessness.

She had lost count of how many times this had happened. She didn’t know when it started, but Yue Buqun would always fall fast asleep every time he got into bed, completely ignoring her advances.

Even if the husband has changed his mind, he still treats her with respect and understanding in daily life.

No matter how she hinted or suggested it, Yue Buqun remained unwilling to engage in marital relations.

Ning Zhongze is now over thirty years old. Martial arts practitioners are naturally energetic, and women at this age are at their most vigorous. However, Yue Buqun always makes excuses such as fatigue and cultivation to avoid it. If you think about it carefully, the two have not had any intimate relations for many years.

“Sigh…” Ning Zhongze sighed deeply, got up and went to the bathroom, filled a large tub with hot water, then took off his clothes and buried himself in the tub.

Hot water poured over her body, her thick, black hair becoming wet with droplets and cascading over her fair, bare back.

Her fair skin flushed slightly from the heat, and her full breasts stood erect on her chest, revealing their exquisite curves as the water rippled.

Ning Zhongze’s bright eyes became misty, as if shrouded in a layer of damp fog. She let out a sigh from her rosy lips, tilted her graceful neck back, and kept scooping up water and splashing it onto her chest with her jade arms.

This movement further accentuated her fair and full breasts.

Her breasts rose and fell with her breath, and the two cherry-red nipples, each the size of a peanut, became even more vibrant, their bright red areolas beautiful and alluring.

Her slender waist was so delicate it seemed like it could be grasped in one hand, creating a stark contrast with her full, round breasts.

Her snow-white abdomen was flat and firm, and her smooth back muscles and full buttocks were exceptionally alluring.

Between her snow-white thighs, a tuft of black pubic hair swayed gently with the ripples of water.

The hot water seemed to intensify Ning Zhongze’s desire, and she trembled as she reached between her legs…

“No! I can’t do this…” Although Ning Zhongze condemned her actions in her heart, just like before, the guilt in her heart did not stop her from doing so.

Ning Zhong rubbed her legs together forcefully, as if trying to grind away the emptiness and itchiness. Her left hand touched her beautiful snow-white breasts, kneading and squeezing them hard, and occasionally flicking her already erect nipples. Her right hand pinched the engorged petals with two fingers, the flesh of which was slippery and the tender honey hole was already covered in lustful fluid.

She pressed her thumb against her protruding clitoris and began to rub and poke it rapidly…

“Mmm…mmm…” Alluring moans escaped her lips as milky white nectar flowed continuously, mixing with the hot water in the bucket.

She gaped like a stranded fish, her breathing growing heavier, her whole body burning as if on fire, waves of heat coursing through her.

She inserted her index finger into her honeypot and poked it rapidly, her snow-white teeth biting her lips tightly, her delicate nose breathing rapidly, and her pretty face flushed with desire.

“Senior Brother…” Ning Zhongze reminisced about her newlywed days with Yue Buqun when suddenly, a young and handsome face appeared in her mind: “Fairy Sister… Master’s Wife…”

“Ah!” Ning Zhongze suddenly opened her eyes, startled by her own fantasy.

“How…how could I have thought of Yun’er?” Ning Zhongze, now fully awake, was filled with shame for her lewd fantasies. She quickly got up, dried herself off, put on her clothes, and headed to the bedroom.

After she walked away, a figure emerged from the darkness beneath the bathroom window.

“Master’s wife…”

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Nie Yun lay on the bed, thinking about the lewd scene he had just witnessed. His penis was hot and hard, like a red-hot iron rod.

He gently stroked his weapon with his hand, muttering to himself, “Don’t rush, don’t rush, I’ll make sure you’re full soon.”

In the second month after becoming Yue Buqun’s disciple, he cast a mind-clearing spell on him. This spell was originally meant to help cultivators suppress their inner demons and remove distracting thoughts, but Nie Yun modified it using the Xuanling Jade Disc, turning it into a magical artifact for suppressing sexual desire.

After being cursed, no matter if you are a slut, a whore, a lecher, or a pervert, you will regard sexual desire as a raging flood and keep your distance from it for life. It is truly a great tool for breaking down walls and taking other men’s wives.

Yue Buqun had been given this drug, so let alone Ning Zhongze, he probably wouldn’t even be tempted by Princess Xiangxiang in front of him. The reason is simple: his penis is useless.