Chapter 74 | The Healer’s Service

The first stretch made her breath vanish.

"Nngh...!"

She kept going.

Wet heat swallowed him inch by inch until her hips finally settled against him. The head of his cock pressed so deep that Qing’er’s whole body trembled.

"A-Ah... Tianlong... deep..."

Xu’s hands closed around her hips.

"All the way."

"Mm... it feels like... ngh... like you’re kissing the deepest place inside me..."

Her pussy squeezed him in hard waves.

Xu groaned.

"Ohh, my Qing’er... that’s good. Keep doing that."

"I-I’m not doing it on purpose..."

"Then your pussy likes me more than you admit."

Qing’er hid her face for a second.

"Young Master...!"

Xu squeezed her ass with both hands, fingers sinking into the plump flesh.

"Move."

Qing’er lifted herself.

squelch.

Then dropped.

clap!

"Ahhn!"

Again.

clap.

"Mmh..."

Her rhythm began uncertainly, then smoothed as her body adjusted. Xu let her find it. He watched her breasts rise and fall with every lift, watched the wet pink of her pussy stretch around his cock whenever she rose high enough for him to see.

The view dragged a low sound from his throat.

"Beautiful."

Qing’er looked down at him.

"W-What?"

Xu rolled her clit under his thumb.

"Your pussy. Soft, wet, pink... fucking beautiful around my cock."

Qing’er’s face turned scarlet.

Her walls crushed him.

"Ah...!"

Xu gave a quiet laugh.

"There. Again."

"Don’t say things like that..."

"Why?"

"Because... ngh..."

He rubbed her clit harder.

Qing’er lost the sentence.

"Ahhn... Tianlong...!"

Her hips sped up.

clap. clap.

"Mmh... ah..."

Xu caught her breast and squeezed while she rode. His thumb rolled the nipple. Qing’er arched.

"Ah!"

He slapped the other breast.

slap!

"Ahn!"

The jolt made her drop harder.

clap!

"Nghh...!"

Xu’s thumb kept working her clit. Qing’er’s hips stuttered and a hot burst of fluid splashed across his lower stomach.

squirt!

"Ah...! T-Tianlong..."

She didn’t stop riding. The embarrassment on her face only made her move harder.

Xu could feel a warm current gathering below his navel, distinct from the heat of sex. Qing’er’s breath had fallen into his rhythm. Each time she sank, a thin thread of ordinary qi moved through the bond between them and returned with her answer.

He opened his own circulation slightly.

Ambient qi from the quiet room entered with his breath and movement, small but real. It joined what was already flowing through his meridians.

Qing’er gasped.

"Tianlong... something’s... warm..."

"Keep moving."

She obeyed.

The shared current steadied.

The warmth along Xu’s lower meridians sharpened, the incoming qi refining faster as it passed through his circulation. Qing’er’s lower abdomen tightened beneath his palm, then relaxed as her own current found the same rhythm.

A chime sounded in Xu’s awareness.

[Ding!]

[Qi Absorption Detected]

[Amplification x2 Applied]

[Cultivation Progress Accelerated]

Xu kept moving.

"Mmh... Tianlong... it’s stronger when I... ah... when I move..."

"Then move."

"Yes..."

Her hips worked faster.

clap! clap! clap!

"Ah... ahhn...!"

Xu kept the qi current thin. Enough to make the exchange genuine. Not enough to force more through Qing’er’s body than she could comfortably handle after a full day on her feet.

Her physical rhythm, however, he pushed harder.

His fingers returned to her clit.

Qing’er jolted.

"Ah! Wait... Tianlong..."

"No."

"Mmh...!"

He rubbed in quick circles while she rode. Another wet burst spilled over them before the deeper wave could catch her.

squirt!

"Ngh...!"

Her pussy began squeezing him uncontrollably.

"Ngh... ah... I’m..."

Xu slapped her breast.

slap!

"Ahhn!"

Qing’er’s thighs locked.

squirt!

Wetness sprayed over Xu’s lower abdomen and the bedding beneath them.

"A-Ahhh...!"

The climax seized her hard enough that her riding broke into helpless little drops. Xu grabbed her hips and drove upward from beneath her.

clap! clap! clap!

"Tianlong! Ah... ahhn!"

Her pussy contracted around him over and over.

Xu’s own control snapped.

"Qing’er..."

He thrust up hard and buried himself as deep as her body could take.

spurt!

Qing’er cried out.

"Ahh... inside!"

His cock pulsed inside her.

spurt... sprutt.

Hot semen filled her while her walls kept milking him through every pulse. Qing’er shuddered, wetness still running down his skin.

"Mmh... Tianlong... so much..."

Xu held her there until the last contraction eased.

Then Qing’er collapsed onto his chest.

"Hah... ah..."

He wrapped both arms around her and stroked her hair.

"Good girl."

Qing’er trembled against him.

Her pussy tightened around his cock again.

Xu felt it and smiled.

"Still squeezing me?"

"I can’t... mmh... help it..."

"Cute."

"Tianlong..."

He kissed her forehead.

Then, without pulling out, he sat upright.

Qing’er made a surprised sound as the angle changed.

"Ah...!"

Xu settled against the headboard with her still impaled on his lap. His cock remained hard inside her. Qing’er’s eyes widened.

"Young Master... already?"

"Move again."

She stared at him.

"Qing’er just came..."

"I know."

"My legs are shaking."

Xu squeezed her ass.

"Then use me to hold yourself up."

Qing’er let out a breath that turned into a tiny laugh.

"So unfair..."

"Move."

"Yes... Young Master."

She put her arms around his shoulders and lifted.

His cock never left her.

squelch.

Qing’er dropped back down.

clap!

"Ahhn...!"

Again.

clap.

"Mmh..."

Her legs were trembling, but her eagerness made up for what fatigue stole. She rode faster, leaning into Xu when she needed balance.

Xu caught her breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth.

slurp.

"Ah... Tianlong...!"

His tongue circled the swollen tip before he bit lightly enough to make her gasp.

"Ngh!"

Qing’er’s pussy clenched.

Xu released the nipple and slapped the same breast.

slap!

"Ahn!"

She rode harder.

clap! clap!

"Mmh... ah..."

Xu kissed her. Qing’er opened for him immediately. Their mouths stayed together through several strokes, her moans breaking into his lips.

"Mmh... mm...!"

He grabbed her ass with both hands, fingers digging deep into the plump softness, and pulled her down faster.

clap!

"Ahhn!"

"That’s it."

"Ngh... Young Master..."

"Faster."

Qing’er obeyed.

clap! clap! clap!

"Ah... ah... ahhn!"

Her breasts bounced between them. Xu caught the nearest and squeezed.

Qing’er’s eyes fluttered.

"Young Master... Qing’er..."

"What?"

She swallowed, then kept moving.

"Qing’er doesn’t want to be apart from Young Master..."

Xu’s grip on her ass tightened.

"Mm."

"I... ah... I love Young Master very much..."

The words came out broken by her own movement.

Xu kissed the corner of her mouth.

"I know."

Qing’er looked at him through wet lashes.

He pulled her down harder.

clap!

"Ahhn!"

"You’re mine, Qing’er. I’m not leaving someone this cute behind."

Her face crumpled into a shy, relieved smile.

Then her pussy crushed him so hard that Xu groaned.

"Fuck..."

Qing’er buried her face against his neck.

"Tianlong..."

"Keep going."

"Yes..."

She rode faster.

clap! clap! clap!

Xu slapped her ass.

slap!

"Ah!"

Again.

slap!

"Ahn!"

Her movements became frantic. Wetness ran between their bodies, making every drop louder.

squelch. clap!

"Mmh... Tianlong... I... again..."

"Come on my cock."

"Ah...!"

Xu bit gently at the side of her neck and drove upward at the same time she slammed down.

clap!

Qing’er screamed into his shoulder.

"Ahhh—!"

squirt!

Another climax ripped through her. Her pussy contracted around him with violent, hungry pulses.

Xu thrust up through them.

"Ngh... Qing’er..."

His own release followed.

spurt!

"Ahh!"

spurt... spurt.

More semen poured deep inside her. Qing’er shook on his lap, arms locked around his neck.

"Mmh... inside again... Tianlong..."

Xu stayed buried until his cock stopped pulsing.

Qing’er sagged forward, cheek against his shoulder.

"Hah... hah..."

He stroked her back.

For several breaths neither moved.

Then Xu gripped her hips.

"Turn around."

Qing’er lifted her head slowly.

"Again?"

Xu looked at her.

Her eyes widened.

"...Yes, Young Master."

He helped her off just enough to turn. When his cock finally slipped free, a heavy stream of white semen leaked from her soaked pink pussy and down the inside of her thighs.

Qing’er glanced down and made a tiny, embarrassed noise.

"Mmh..."

Xu’s hand came down on her ass.

slap!

"Ah!"

"On your knees. Show me that plump ass."

Qing’er crawled toward the center of the bed and lowered her hands and forearms to the bedding. Her hips stayed high. Her breasts hung beneath her, soft and heavy, swaying when she adjusted her knees.

Xu knelt behind her.

He squeezed both cheeks of her ass apart.

Her pussy was redder now, swollen, glossy with her own wetness and the semen still leaking out.

"Beautiful," Xu said.

Qing’er shivered.

"Young Master..."

"Your pussy’s a mess. Pink, soft, soaked... and still trying to squeeze me after 2 loads."

Her face disappeared into the bedding.

"Don’t look so closely..."

Xu dragged his cock through her wet folds.

squelch.

Qing’er’s hips jerked backward.

"Ah..."

He did it again without entering.

squelch...

This time she pushed her ass back deliberately, trying to catch the head inside.

Xu stopped.

Qing’er froze.

He rubbed the tip against her entrance.

"What do you want?"

"C-cock... Young Master..."

"What?"

She made a frustrated little sound.

"Young Master..."

Xu slapped her ass.

slap!

"Ah!"

"Say it clearly."

Qing’er’s fingers curled into the sheet.

Her voice came out soft, shaking, and shameless only because he forced her past the embarrassment.

"Qing’er wants Young Master... wants Young Master’s big cock to... to fuck Qing’er’s pussy until it’s a mess..."

Xu smiled.

"Good girl."

He held his cock close to her entrance.

"Use your hand. Put it in yourself. Then move that ass for me."

Qing’er reached back with a trembling hand.

Her fingers wrapped around him.

She guided the head into her wet opening and pushed back.

squelch!

"Ahhn...!"

Her pussy swallowed him halfway.

Qing’er pulled forward, then pushed back again.

squelch.

"Mmh..."

Again.

The motion was clumsy because she was tired, but she kept doing it. Each backward roll sank him deeper. Each forward movement dragged her walls tightly along the shaft.

"Faster," Xu said.

"Mm... trying..."

He slapped her ass.

slap!

"Ah!"

Qing’er sped up.

squelch. squelch.

"Ahn... ngh..."

Xu squeezed her ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh until the skin bulged between them.

"That’s better."

"Young Master... Qing’er’s legs..."

"I know."

Her rhythm faltered.

Xu caught her hips.

"My turn."

Qing’er barely had time to breathe before he drove forward.

clap!

"Ahhn—!"

Her body lurched over the bed.

Xu pulled back and slammed in again.

clap!

"A-Ah!"

Again.

clap! clap!

"Ngh... Tianlong...!"

The rear angle let him drive deep with brutal efficiency. Qing’er’s wet pussy squeezed him on every retreat, as if trying to suck him back in before he could leave.

Xu grunted.

"Fuck... Qing’er. Your pussy really knows how to hold me."

"Mmh...!"

Her ass bounced against his hips. Her breasts swung beneath her with each impact.

Xu slapped her ass.

slap!

"Ah!"

Then the other.

slap!

"Ahn!"

Qing’er’s pussy clenched harder.

Xu laughed low.

"You squeeze more every time I praise you or slap you."

"Young Master... don’t... say... ah..."

clap!

"Ahn!"

"Don’t say what?"

"Ngh... I..."

He drove deep enough that Qing’er’s breath vanished.

Her back arched.

"A-Ah... deepest... it feels like... like your cock is kissing my womb..."

Xu answered with another hard thrust.

clap!

"Then take it."

"Mmh... yes...!"

Xu’s left hand pressed her upper back down into the bedding for leverage, his palm at the base of her skull without covering her mouth or nose. His right hand locked around her hip.

Then he fucked her hard.

clap! clap! clap!

"Ah! Ahhn! Ngh...!"

squelch!

"Tianlong...!"

The bed creaked beneath them.

Qing’er’s knees spread wider as her strength went. Xu kept her hips raised.

"Don’t drop yet."

"Trying... ah... Young Master...!"

He drove in again.

clap!

Qing’er squirted suddenly.

squirt!

"Ahhh!"

Fluid splashed down over the bedding and Xu’s thighs. Her pussy began clamping in deep rolling contractions.

"Ngh... I’m... I’m coming...!"

"Good."

Xu drove straight through the contractions.

clap! clap! clap!

"Ahhn! Tianlong...!"

Qing’er broke again. Her elbows slipped. Xu caught her around the waist before she could collapse flat.

"Mmh... ah... ah..."

Her pussy kept squeezing him.

Xu thrust through every pulse.

"Y-Young Master... ahn... Qing’er is... still coming..."

"That’s the point."

clap!

"Ah!"

"Good girl. Keep squeezing."

"I can’t stop... ngh...!"

"Then don’t."

He slapped her ass.

slap!

"Ahn!"

The praise and impact made her clamp harder.

Xu’s breath roughened.

"Fuck... that’s it."

He drove faster.

clap! clap! clap!

Qing’er’s body shook beneath him.

"Ah... ahhn... Tianlong...!"

Her voice thinned toward a sob of pleasure.

Xu squeezed her ass hard enough that his fingers disappeared into the soft flesh.

"Again."

"N-No... I... ah..."

"Again."

Qing’er’s pussy answered before she could.

It locked around him.

"Nghh...!"

Xu slammed deep.

clap!

squirt!

Qing’er cried out so sharply that her voice broke.

"Ahhh—! Young Master!"

A fresh wave rolled straight over the fading one. Fluid sprayed again, soaking the sheet beneath them until the wetness spread under her knees and forearms.

Her pussy clenched around Xu in rapid, crushing pulses.

Xu groaned.

"Qing’er..."

He thrust, pulled back, drove in again, then buried himself at the deepest point she could actually take.

clap!

His release hit with hers.

spurt!

Qing’er’s entire body jerked.

"Ahh...!"

spurt... sprutt... spurt.

Hot semen poured deep inside her, joining what was already there. Her pussy kept squeezing him through every pulse, so tightly that the sensation dragged the release out.

"Mmh... Young Master... inside... so much..."

Xu held her hips until the last pulse faded.

Qing’er had gone soft-limbed beneath him, trembling so badly she couldn’t hold herself up anymore.

He eased her down onto the bed instead of letting her fall.

For several breaths he stayed inside her.

Qing’er whimpered weakly whenever her oversensitive walls twitched around him.

"Mmh... Tianlong..."

Xu finally withdrew.

squelch.

Semen followed immediately, thick white streaks spilling from her swollen pink pussy and running down the inside of her thighs onto the wet bedding.

Qing’er shivered at the cooler air.

Xu looked at the mess between her legs, then at the plump curve of her ass, still red where his hand had landed.

"You served me well."

Qing’er made a tiny, tired sound.

"Mm..."

Xu smoothed the damp strands away from her cheek.

"Good girl."

Her dimples appeared despite how exhausted she was.

"Young Master..."

He kissed the back of her head, right where her loose hair had fallen across his hand.

Qing’er relaxed under him.

Xu kept a hand on her waist until her shaking eased from violent tremors to smaller aftershocks.

His body still felt ready to move. When he touched his qi, though, the current answered a shade thinner than before.

Qing’er turned her face slightly against the bedding.

"Tianlong..."

"Mm?"

"Qing’er is tired."

"I know."

"Very tired."

Xu smiled and stroked her hair again.

"Then stop talking."

A sleepy little laugh escaped her.

"Bossy..."

"Sleep."

"Mm... yes, Young Master."

Xu’s eyes moved past her toward the low table.

The semifinal diagram was still partly open beneath the lamp.

From the bed he could see the first pressure line clearly enough.

It began where his natural first step would commit him.

Tomorrow, that was the first problem he would have to break.