Chapter 45: Dual Cultivating with Su Qin (4)

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Dual Cultivating with Su Qin (4)

Time passed inside the closed gauze curtain.

The wet sound of their bodies meeting never stopped.

Su Qin’s arms trembled harder and harder as she forced herself to maintain the shameless posture, soft moans spilling from her mouth with every deep thrust from behind.

The dual circulation of qi made the pleasure far more intense than ordinary sex.

Warm yang energy flowed into her meridians without pause, refining her foundation while her body was being thoroughly taken.

Li Jian’s breathing gradually grew heavier.

That familiar pressure was rising again at the base of his spine.

The tight, seed-slick heat wrapping around his little brother, the sight of her full rear trembling under his thrusts, and the continuous exchange of qi pushed him rapidly toward the edge.

His hips grew rougher.

Plap!

Plap!

Plap!

Plap!

"Ahahh~! Haaa~! T-Too rough...!"

Su Qin’s knees nearly gave out as the pace suddenly intensified.

Her head shook frantically up and down, and her large breasts swayed heavily beneath her with every impact.

Even so, she bit her lip and stubbornly held the position, just as he had told her to.

Li Jian’s eyes darkened.

He drove into her hard and deep, circulating the dual cultivation technique at full force as the pressure in his body finally broke.

With one last heavy thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and released.

SPURT!

SPURT!

SPURT!

Hot seed flooded into her once more but this time it was different.

The Heaven-grade technique fully activated at the moment of climax.

Li Jian’s yang qi surged into her body along with his release, and in return, a pure and refined strand of primordial yin was drawn out from deep within Su Qin and flowed back into him.

"Ahhh—!"

Su Qin moaned loudly, her eyes flying wide open.

The sensation was far beyond anything from the first round.

Pleasure and pure qi exploded through her meridians at the same time, flooding her body until her mind turned blank and white.

Her arms and fleshy thighs trembled violently, and her inner walls clamped down hard around his little brother, squeezing out every pulse of his release as the dual cultivation technique refined the exchange between them.

"Ohhh~"

Li Jian groaned deeply behind her, still buried to the root as he refined that pure primordial yin into his own foundation.

The effect was immediate as his qi grew denser, cleaner, and more vigorous with every breath.

He leaned forward without pulling out.

His chest pressed against her sweat-damp back as he kissed the side of her neck, while both hands reached under her body and firmly groped her hanging large breasts.

The soft, heavy mounds filled his palms completely, swaying and deforming under his squeezing fingers as the last waves of dual cultivation pleasure continued to ripple through both of them under the closed gauze curtain.

Su Qin could only kneel on all four beneath him, eyes still hazy, body trembling, thoroughly filled and refined.

Soon, her arms finally gave out.

She collapsed forward onto the mattress, breathing heavily, with Li Jian’s body still pressed against her back.

For a while, neither of them moved.

The closed gauze curtain trapped the heat of their dual cultivation inside the bed, and the only sound left was their uneven breathing.

Then Su Qin’s eyes slowly widened.

Even through the lingering haze of pleasure, she could clearly feel it... her qi had become denser.

The impurities in her meridians were noticeably reduced, and the foundation tempered by the Golden Marrow Tempering Pool felt even more solid than before.

The Heaven-grade dual cultivation technique was real.

The improvement was real.

A faint, genuine smile appeared on her flushed face.

But that smile froze almost immediately.

Without warning, Li Jian shifted behind her.

His hands tilted her exhausted body to the side, then lifted one of her soft legs and hooked it up over his shoulder.

The sudden change in position left her half-lying on the bed, completely open, with his little brother still buried deep inside her.

Su Qin’s eyes flew wide in panic.

"W-wait— aren’t we done?!"

Li Jian looked down at her with an almost innocent expression.

His tone, however, was completely serious.

"This was only one of the positions."

"...Eh?"

"According to the dual cultivation technique," he continued calmly, still holding her leg against his shoulder, "a single posture only opens a limited circulation route. To maximize the benefit, partners need to complete at least ten different positions in one session. Otherwise the qi exchange will remain incomplete."

Su Qin stared at him in disbelief, still gasping, still filled with his seed, her lifted leg resting helplessly against his shoulder.

"T-Ten...?"

Li Jian nodded with a straight face.

"Yes, ten. Senior Sister Su wants to break through to Foundation Establishment faster, doesn’t she?"

Before she could argue further, he tightened his hold on her leg and slowly began to move again inside the closed gauze curtain.

Su Qin’s protest broke into a trembling moan as that thick heat started thrusting into her once more. In the new position, every stroke sank even deeper, forcing her exhausted body to accept him all over again while the dual cultivation technique continued circulating between them.

Outside the bed, the small stone residence remained quiet.

Inside the hidden space behind the gauze curtain, the only sounds left were the wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh and Su Qin’s melodic, broken cries.

Plap...

Plap...

Plap...

"Hnn~... ahh~... haa~... L-Li Jian... ahh...!"

Her voice rose and fell with every thrust, soft, unwilling, and sweet, muffled by the thin film of the bed curtain.

Sometimes her moans grew sharper when he drove in too deep.

Sometimes they turned into shaky gasps when the circulating qi mixed with the overwhelming pleasure and pushed her past her limit again.

The night in the outer sect continued as usual.

Disciples walked the purple-misted paths.

Lanterns glowed in the distance.

No one paid attention to the shabby stone house of an ordinary outer disciple.

But within that closed bed curtain, dual cultivation continued without pause... wet flesh meeting wet flesh, soft melodic cries spilling into the dim light, and a Heaven-grade technique refining both of their foundations with every heavy exchange.

By the time the lamp oil burned low, Su Qin’s voice had already grown hoarse, and Li Jian still showed no sign of stopping... at only ten positions.