Chapter 50: Almost Succeeded

Murong Wei froze for a moment when she heard Yang Xun’s words.

Her mind went completely blank.

Put it in...

Those three words were like a stone tossed into a calm lake, sending massive ripples through her heart.

To be honest, she wanted it too!

In fact, she wanted it more than anything!

After so many years of marriage, her husband always gave up halfway. She had never once experienced complete pleasure.

The feeling of being completely filled, of being utterly conquered, was like an unattainable dream to her.

But now, that dream was within arm’s reach.

Yang Xun, beneath her, was shockingly, unbelievably large. He was hard as iron, showing no signs of going limp.

’If he can really put it in...’

Just thinking about it made Murong Wei’s blood boil.

But she was Yang Xun’s teacher, after all.

’For something like this to happen between a teacher and student... If word got out...’

For a moment, Murong Wei was caught in a brief but intense internal conflict. Reason and desire warred wildly in her mind, like two savage beasts tearing at her final defenses.

Finally!

She didn’t say yes.

But she didn’t say no, either.

She just slowly turned her head to the side, her almond eyes gazing at the back of the sofa, saying nothing more.

’She agreed!’

Yang Xun was sharp. The moment he saw this, he understood everything.

’If she didn’t agree, with Teacher Murong’s personality, she would have slapped me away long ago. The only reason she isn’t speaking is because she can’t bring herself to say the words, but her body and her heart are crying out for it.’

His heart hammered twice in his chest, and Yang Xun hesitated no longer.

He reached out with his right hand, gripped his terrifying weapon, slowly aimed for Murong Wei’s most secret entrance, and then began to push inside, little by little.

"Hnnngh~"

The moment he touched her entrance, Murong Wei shuddered, her hands gripping the sofa cushions so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Yang Xun didn’t rush, continuing to apply slow pressure.

The instant the head slowly squeezed inside—

"Hiss—AH!!"

Murong Wei’s body arched violently. Her eyes shot wide open, her mouth forming a perfect O, her expression flickering wildly between pain and astonishment.

’It’s... It’s too big!’

The feeling of being stretched to her limit was like a dull knife slowly advancing deep inside her. Pain and an unprecedented sense of fullness exploded at the same time.

"Teacher... are you okay?"

Yang Xun noticed something was wrong with Murong Wei and immediately stopped, asking with a concerned look on his face.

"I’m... I’m fine..."

Murong Wei bit her lower lip, a fine sheen of sweat beading on her forehead. Her voice trembled violently. "You... You can continue..."

Yang Xun was ecstatic!

He was excited beyond belief!

’This woman before me... she was my homeroom teacher back in junior high!’

’The goddess of every boy in our class!’

’The same Teacher Murong who stood so poised and confident at the lectern, admired by countless students!’

’And right here, right now, she’s lying under me, willingly letting me inside!’

The feeling was more unreal than any dream!

Murong Wei was just as deliriously excited!

Her heart was pounding wildly, and her eyes began to turn red.

Not from pain, but from excitement.

’After so many years of marriage, finally... finally there’s a man on top of me who hasn’t gone impotent!’

Yang Xun was still hard as iron. In fact, he seemed to have grown even thicker than before, with absolutely no sign of going soft!

’Could it be... that my strange illness has no effect on Yang Xun?’

The thought was like a beam of light, suddenly illuminating the world that had been dark for Murong Wei for so many years.

She was so thrilled that tears were about to stream from her eyes.

However!!!

Just as Yang Xun was about to push deeper, his expression changed in an instant.

He felt an intensely cold aura, like a bucket of sub-zero ice water, gush out of Murong Wei’s body without any warning!

"HISS!!!"

Yang Xun’s whole body jolted. He felt as if a pitcher of ice water had been forcefully poured into his lower abdomen. The warm ball of True Qi in his Dantian was instantly dispersed by this frigid energy!

The hot blood in his veins seemed to encounter extreme cold, its temperature plummeting!

The scorching flames of his desire were completely extinguished in an instant!

Immediately after, he could clearly feel it: he had gone completely soft.

From being hard as iron to utterly flaccid, it took no more than three seconds.

It was as if someone had flipped a switch, instantly shutting down one of his body’s functions.

’Holy... fuck!!’

Yang Xun’s pupils contracted violently, his face a mask of profound shock and disbelief!

He looked down. The magnificent beast that had been as proud and mighty as an unsheathed greatsword was now as limp as a deflated balloon, completely collapsed.

’I’m impotent!!’

’I’m really impotent!!’

He, a dignified Cultivator at the Second Layer of the Qi Refining Realm—a man who had just battled Sister Mi Ting for an hour and been serviced by her younger sister for another hour and a half with no issue—had actually become impotent!

Yang Xun felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind a total blank.

He never could have imagined that what Murong Wei said was actually true!

And this impotence had come on so suddenly, with no warning whatsoever.

Just a moment ago, he couldn’t have been in better shape, but in an instant, he was completely out of commission!

’This is too damn weird!’

’What the hell is this thing??’

"Sigh!!"

Beneath him, Murong Wei clearly felt the change within Yang Xun’s body.

She let out a heavy sigh, the light in her eyes instantly dimming.

A thick wave of disappointment washed over her, swallowing her whole.

She knew it would turn out like this.

She and her husband had tried so, so many times, and every single time, the result was the same.

"Xiaoxun... don’t blame yourself."

Murong Wei’s voice was low and filled with bitterness. She turned her head away, unable to bear looking at Yang Xun’s expression. "It’s not your fault, it’s mine... You already lasted much longer than my husband."

"Impossible!"

Yang Xun abruptly rolled off Murong Wei. With a THUD, he jumped off the sofa and stood there, naked, fists clenched, a look of defiance on his face.

"I refuse to accept this!!"

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to furiously circulate the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique, trying to dispel the lingering chill in his Dantian and rally his True Qi once more.

However, because he was anxious and his mind was so tense, his body became even less responsive.

He looked down; there was still no reaction.

It was limp, lifeless as a dead snake.

"Xiaoxun, let me help you!"

Seeing Yang Xun’s indignant expression, Murong Wei stood up from the sofa. Her voluptuous, bewitching body completely bare, she slowly walked over to him.

The next second, she knelt straight down.

"Tea... Teacher? What are you doing?"

Yang Xun’s pupils shrank as he stared in shock at Murong Wei kneeling before him.

Murong Wei didn’t answer.

She lifted her almond eyes to look at Yang Xun, her gaze filled with an indescribable mix of gentleness and determination.

Her slender, fair fingers slowly reached out and gently gripped Yang Xun’s flaccid member. Closing her five fingers around it, she began to stroke him gently.

Under the gentle caress of Murong Wei’s silky-smooth fingers, Yang Xun’s body finally began to show a faint reaction.

"There’s a reaction..."

A flash of pleasant surprise crossed Murong Wei’s eyes, and her hand movements became even more gentle.

However, the recovery was incredibly slow. The faint reaction was like a candle flickering in the wind, threatening to go out at any moment.

Murong Wei bit her lip, a look of resolve flashing in her almond eyes.

The next second.

She parted her sexy, cherry-red lips, lowered her head, and took him directly into her mouth...