Chapter 783 - 755: Perfect Experience

"Mm-mm... Mm-ha..."

The soft moans floated through the ancient cave.

Under Sun Zhe’s onslaught, Mu Qingyan felt as if all the strength in her body had been drained. Despite her strong cultivation, she couldn’t muster even a trace of power, her body completely disobeying her.

She lay on the stone bed like a puddle of mud, allowing Sun Zhe to have his way, her mind empty, entrusting her heart wholly to the instincts of her body.

On the stone bed.

Sun Zhe kneeled on each side of Mu Qingyan’s waist, in a riding posture, gazing at the exquisite fairy beneath him blooming with desire, a fierce heat sparking in his eyes.

The intense desire for possession made him want nothing more than to lift her up and thrust, like pedaling a bicycle fiercely!

But his remaining rationality told him not to be too rough.

The absolute beauty’s first time, naturally, should be a perfect experience.

"Mm-mm... No, please..."

Mu Qingyan whimpered softly, biting her crystalline lips, resting her left wrist on her forehead, while her right hand seemed to have nowhere to go—sometimes clutching the blanket beneath her, sometimes reaching out to grab Sun Zhe’s arm, her sharp and beautiful nails leaving red marks on his skin.

"Zzt!"

At that moment, Sun Zhe suddenly exerted his lips, sucking out the pearl with a noisy "zzt."

"Ah!"

Mu Qingyan’s moan suddenly heightened, her delicate body trembling sharply, her slender waist arching upwards, resembling a bridge from the side.

Tearfully, she begged, "Little one, enough, please stop... Mm-mm-mm..."

But Sun Zhe seemed lost in the void, ignoring her pleas, continuing with his expertise.

Meanwhile, Sun Zhe’s large hands weren’t idle, expertly tugging and pulling, causing Mu Qingyan’s garments’ bustiers to scatter on the ground, emitting a faint fragrance.

Within moments, the beautiful fairy was left wearing only a pair of transparent white silk stockings wrapping her slender waist and navel.

The white silk even subtly revealed delicate patterns, emitting an indescribable sanctity.

"Pop!"

Reluctantly, Sun Zhe released and withdrew, then kneeled upright to admire the shimmering pearls on the voluptuous jade peaks he had left his saliva stains on, like admiring an artwork, nodding in satisfaction.

"Darling, how do you feel?"

Upon hearing "darling," Mu Qingyan felt a bit odd.

She merely responded with a soft hum, saying nothing, bashfully turning her face away.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a pair of large hands at her waist, fingers skillfully clutching the edge of the soft silk stockings to pull them down.

She cried out, almost instinctively covering the soft bulge printed on the delicate silk with her hand, wanting to say something, but swallowing the words, only expressing a regretful look, letting Sun Zhe lower the stockings to her knees.

"Mm... So fragrant. Qingyan, how come every part of you smells so good?"

Sun Zhe praised, while pulling her entire left leg out of the soft stockings, leaving her only with her right leg wearing them.

Then Sun Zhe reached out toward the final layer of constraint.

The tight-fitting bright silver briefs adhered to her skin, with a two-centimeter lace edge around the waist and leg openings. The thin fabric tightly adhered to the mysterious forbidden zone, showing not a wrinkle but clearly printed with a voluptuous bulge, visible from Sun Zhe’s angle, with shallow lip marks resembling a "w" shape.

Sun Zhe, filled with ecstasy, caressed her, drawing down the final bright silver barrier.

Mu Qingyan’s pretty face flushed red, nervously closing her eyes, not daring to face Sun Zhe directly.

This was her first time exposing her most intimate secrets without reserve under the gaze of a man.

Just as she felt ashamed, Sun Zhe suddenly exclaimed: "Qingyan, I can’t believe you’re still a palace million! I really didn’t notice that night!"

Confused by his words, Mu Qingyan asked: "What palace million?"

Sun Zhe laughed, explaining: "It’s a white tiger."

"You..."

Instantly understanding Sun Zhe’s meaning, Mu Qingyan blushed furiously, pinching him with an annoyed giggle.

Though Mu Qingyan was focused on the path, living for hundreds of years meant she was no naive beginner.

She certainly knew the implication of a white tiger.

Sun Zhe suddenly shifted back, gently saying: "Relax, Qingyan, let me put on some lip balm."

Mu Qingyan was about to ask why lip balm at this moment, but when she saw Sun Zhe lean close, she immediately understood his intent, inwardly sighing how bold these youngsters were with matters of the bedroom.

"Oh... It’s dirty there."

"Don’t lick."

Her voice tenderly tried to deter him.

Yet Sun Zhe acted oblivious, eagerly diving down.

"Pzzt, pzzt, pzzt!"

In mere moments, Sun Zhe was eating with noisy sounds, enthusiastically savoring like a beast devouring delicious prey.

Perhaps because the exquisite fairy often abstained from grains, poultry and fish, drinking only nectar and flower dew, there was no odor, even a slight sweetness.

"Mm-mm ah-ah... Sun Zhe, quick... stop already!"

"Don’t go in... can’t stand it, I really... can’t take it anymore!"

Mu Qingyan trembled violently with fiery blooms, her knees bent, pushing her clean palms against Sun Zhe’s head, clearly wanting to push him away, yet failing as her ivory fingers grasped his hair for fear he’d leave suddenly.

This irresistible sensation was driving her mad, feeling her entire body sink into soft cotton, unable to obey at all.

"Ahhh—!"

With Sun Zhe’s skillful teasing in mere minutes, crystal clear fairy springs splashed.

Sun Zhe leisurely rose, standing by the bed, observing the trembling, moaning exquisite fairy, full of achievement.

"Qingyan, didn’t expect you were made of water, couldn’t tell."

Sun Zhe teased, meanwhile undressing.

Awhile later.

As Mu Qingyan recovered from the indescribable allure, upon seeing clearly she couldn’t help but widen her eyes, instinctively shrinking back.

That night, lost in the haze, she hadn’t observed closely; now she saw clearly, the little fellow before her was definitely not small!

"How... how could it be so..."

Sun Zhe proudly smiled, intentionally thrusting the menacing beast toward her.

"What’s wrong Qingyan, afraid?"

At his words, Mu Qingyan petulantly hummed, looking away.

"When did I say afraid? Do come as you wish."

Sun Zhe chuckled, kneeling onto the bed’s edge, reaching for her stockinged ankle, "Even cold fairies can be proud. Wait till I defeat you, begging for surrender."

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