Chapter 890: Feels Like My Body Has Been Drained

Chapter 890: Chapter 890: Feels Like My Body Has Been Drained

Yang Cheng was sandwiched between the two, enveloped in warmth and softness all around, feeling as if the fire of desire inside him was like a gunpowder keg set ablaze, ready to explode at any moment.

He broke away from Jiang Yu’s lips and turned to kiss Feng Jiuge, his large hands igniting fires all over her body.

Jiang Yu leaned against him, watching him passionately kiss Feng Jiuge, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a watery allure, and her body growing increasingly warmer.

Learning from Feng Jiuge, her small hands gently caressed Yang Cheng, from his chest to his abs, from his abs to...

"Hiss..."

Yang Cheng drew a sharp breath, his body slightly stiffening, nearly surrendering under the assault of the two.

"Little girl is learning quite fast."

Feng Jiuge pulled away from his lips, a hint of praise flickering in her eyes.

Jiang Yu’s face reddened from the compliment, but her heart was sweet, and her movements became more practiced.

"Almost there."

Feng Jiuge pushed Yang Cheng onto his back on the bed, then turned and mounted him.

She looked down at Yang Cheng, her long hair falling over, shading half of her face, her beautiful eyes glistening with a watery sheen, and a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Little Junior Brother, let sister serve you well."

As soon as she finished speaking, she slowly sat down, a satisfied moan escaping her lips.

Yang Cheng drew a sharp breath, his hands gripping her waist, feeling her passion and tightness.

Feng Jiuge began to slowly twist her waist, her movements skillful and seductive, every angle perfect, making Yang Cheng’s scalp tingle with pleasure.

Her moans grew louder, her body writhing like a water snake.

"Ah... Junior Brother, you’re amazing!"

"Hurry up... a bit faster."

As soon as she spoke, Yang Cheng grasped her slender waist and launched a fierce attack, penetrating deeply each time, striking the softest places.

Feng Jiuge’s body trembled violently, a high-pitched moan escaping her lips, her whole being like a flower swaying in the storm.

Beside them, Jiang Yu watched the scene, her body growing increasingly warmer, feeling a dampness, her legs instinctively clamping together.

"Yu, come here."

Yang Cheng reached out to her.

Jiang Yu blushed and shuffled over, pulled into Yang Cheng’s arms.

"Help your sister massage."

Yang Cheng took her hand, placing it on Feng Jiuge’s chest.

Jiang Yu’s hand touched the soft skin, her body shuddered, her heart pounding like a drum, yet the soft sensation captivated her, unwilling to let go.

She gingerly kneaded, savoring the soft sensation, her body growing increasingly hot.

"A bit harder."

Feng Jiuge panted as she spoke.

Jiang Yu bit her lip, applying more force with her hands.

Feng Jiuge’s moans grew louder, her body trembling violently, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands.

"Ah... I’m there... I’m going to..."

With a sharp scream, Feng Jiuge’s body tensed abruptly, then went soft like a puddle of water, panting heavily on the bed.

Yang Cheng didn’t stop but continued his movements, taking her to one peak after another.

Before long, Feng Jiuge’s body finally collapsed fully, not even having the strength to lift a hand.

"I can’t anymore... you find Yu..."

She spoke weakly.

Yang Cheng looked at Jiang Yu, finding her blushing, sitting awkwardly beside them, her pretty face flushed, evidently aroused.

Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her lips.

Jiang Yu responded bashfully, her hands climbing around his neck, her body trembling slightly.

Soon after, Yang Cheng’s large hands roamed over her body, igniting clusters of flames wherever they touched.

Jiang Yu’s body grew increasingly soft and warmer, her moans spilling like a kitten’s mewls, soft and coquettish.

Yang Cheng gently laid her on the bed, pressing down on her, with little foreplay, directly thrusting in.

"Ah..."

Jiang Yu cried out in pain, Liu Mei slightly knitted, her body arching, feeling filled to the brim, an indescribable sense of fullness.

He didn’t give her much time to adjust, swiftly launching into action, causing Jiang Yu’s petite frame to shake uncontrollably, her hair in disarray, tears spilling from her beautiful eyes, looking so pitiable.

During her deflowering that night, she only felt pain, the Rabbit Source Qi agitated, not experiencing much pleasure, only fear and pain.

But this time was completely different, a tingling pleasure spread through her body, something gathering deep inside, like a fire, burning more vigorously, ready to erupt at any moment.

"Brother Cen... I... I can’t take it..."

She panted as she spoke, the pleasure continuously rising.

"Be good, Yu, relax, don’t be so tense."

Listening to Yang Cheng’s soothing words, she closed her eyes, letting the pleasure spread through her body, her body tensing suddenly, a high-pitched scream escaping her lips.

She collapsed softly on Yang Cheng, panting heavily, crystalline tears hanging at the corners of her eyes.

That night, the three of them tossed and turned until the early light of dawn before falling into a tired sleep.

...

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden spot on the floor.

Yang Cheng opened his eyes, feeling utterly exhausted, his head feverish.

He tried to sit up, but found he didn’t even have the strength to lift his hand, feeling completely drained.

"What’s going on?"

Yang Cheng furrowed his brows, attempting to circulate the True Qi inside him, only to find the True Qi in his Dantian almost completely depleted.

By rights, after last night’s dual cultivation, he should have been brimming with True Qi, full of energy.

He glanced down at his chest, seeing the black mark had spread further, now the size of a bowl, covered in blood-red lines, looking shocking, like a hideous spider perched on his chest.

"Damn it!"

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth, recalling the events of last night.

He had clearly fully refined the Rabbit Source Qi, his cultivation reaching the peak of the Ninth Layer of Foundation Establishment Realm, just one step away from breaking through to the Golden Core Realm.

Yet, upon waking, his cultivation had regressed significantly, and the True Qi in his body nearly exhausted.

The devouring speed of the Blood Soul Curse was even faster than he had imagined.

"Hmm..."

Beside him came a soft moan as Feng Jiuge turned and opened her eyes.

Her complexion had improved significantly since the previous night, rosy and glowing, her beautiful eyes sparkling, evidently recovering well.

"Yang Cheng, you’re awake?"

She yawned, stretching lazily like a cat, exposing her ample chest.

Yang Cheng wasn’t in the mood to admire, his voice hoarse, "Senior Sister, look at my mark."

Feng Jiuge looked down, her face immediately changing dramatically, sitting up abruptly.

"How has it spread again? And spreading so fast!"

She reached out to touch the mark, finding it icy cold, like touching a block of ice, making her shiver involuntarily.

She could clearly feel the mark contained an extremely evil power, slowly and steadily devouring Yang Cheng’s blood and True Qi.