Chapter 137: Stimulation Therapy

Yang Xun’s face instantly turned livid. He gripped the bedsheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He was a Cultivator!

He had True Qi protecting his body! How could a bowl of chicken soup scald him into impotence?

But the facts were laid bare before him—he really couldn’t get hard.

A wave of unprecedented fear washed over him like ice water, chilling him to the bone.

The Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique required intercourse with a woman to practice. Being impotent meant he could no longer cultivate!

If he couldn’t cultivate, he couldn’t break through to the next realm, and he couldn’t refine the Celestial Spirit Pill!

’What will happen to my sister’s illness?!’

Yang Xun’s breathing suddenly grew ragged, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Not daring to delay, he immediately submerged his Divine Sense into his mind and frantically searched through the Rejuvenation Medical Scripture, looking for an answer.

One page, two pages, three pages...

Finally!

When he reached a small note in the appendix of the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique, he felt like a drowning man clutching a life-saving straw. His eyes shot open.

’So that’s how it is!’

The reason he couldn’t get an erection wasn’t because he was truly impotent. Rather, the moment the chicken soup scalded him, the Cultivation Technique had automatically activated a protective mechanism!

To prevent the injury from worsening, the technique had proactively blocked the flow of qi, blood, and nerve sensation to that area, essentially putting a "lock" on it.

And the solution was simple... just wait for it to recover on its own.

"PHEW!!"

The moment he learned the truth, Yang Xun let out a long, turbid breath. The heart that had been stuck in his throat finally settled back into his chest.

’I’m not impotent, it’s just temporarily locked!’

"Xiaoxun, don’t be scared!"

Just then, Chen Xiafang saw the fluctuating expression on Yang Xun’s face and, assuming he was terrified, hurried to comfort him.

She reached out, took his hand, and said firmly, "Auntie will help you! Your uncle had this same problem before, and I was the one who cured him!"

"Aunt Chen, you know how to treat impotence?"

Yang Xun was slightly taken aback, his face full of surprise.

Chen Xiafang nodded emphatically, her almond-shaped eyes filled with sincerity. "Mhm, I can. A case like yours is actually quite easy to treat. The soup was hot, but it couldn’t have scalded you straight into impotence. You have such a good constitution; you’re not that fragile."

"But I really can’t get it up right now."

Yang Xun’s eyes darted around as he spoke with a grimace.

"That’s why I suspect you became like this from the shock."

Chen Xiafang analyzed, "Back then, your uncle also became impotent from a scare. I cured him with stimulation. Now, I’ll stimulate you too!"

’Stimulation??’

Hearing that word, Yang Xun swallowed softly. Various images involuntarily flooded his mind, and a look of anticipation spread across his face.

"Hubby~~"

The next moment, Chen Xiafang suddenly cooed out the address, her voice as soft as cotton candy, laced with the unique charm and allure of a mature woman.

BOOM!

Hearing this, Yang Xun was instantly dumbfounded. Blood surged wildly through his veins, and his mind felt like a bomb had just gone off inside it.

’Aunt Chen actually called him hubby!!’

Normally, that one word would have been enough to make him hard as an iron rod.

But with his function locked, there was still no reaction down below. It was like a pool of stagnant water.

"No reaction?"

Chen Xiafang frowned slightly, but her lips soon curled into a slow smile. "Then let’s try something a little more stimulating."

With that, she slowly leaned down. Her nimble tongue flicked out, starting at Yang Xun’s neck and licking its way down, inch by inch.

The warm, wet sensation was like a soft little snake slithering along his collarbone, across his chest, through the valleys of his abs, and winding its way ever downward.

Chen Xiafang’s movements were excruciatingly slow. Her tongue meticulously attended to every inch of his skin. The teasing, now-you-feel-it-now-you-don’t sensation made Yang Xun’s breathing grow heavier and heavier.

He could feel his blood boiling and his desire burning, but that part of him remained as if frozen, completely motionless.

"Still no reaction?"

Chen Xiafang lifted her head, a flash of unwillingness in her eyes. She then sat up straight, reached behind her back, and slowly pulled down the zipper of her floral dress.

The dress fell like petals, revealing the pale, plump, mature body within.

She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Her breathtakingly full breasts were completely exposed before Yang Xun, like two hills of white jade glowing softly under the light.

The next moment, Chen Xiafang leaned down and enveloped Yang Xun with her soft, scorching breasts, beginning to slowly move up and down.

An ultimate softness pressed in from both sides, like being enveloped in a warm cloud.

Yang Xun sucked in a sharp breath, his hands gripping the sheets for dear life. He never would have imagined that Aunt Chen was this good!!

That technique, so skillful it seemed ingrained in her very bones, that perfectly controlled rhythm—it was definitely not something an ordinary woman could do.

The force and angle of every movement were precise to the extreme, like a virtuoso master performing a timeless masterpiece.

Compared to the awkwardness and inexperience of a young girl, Chen Xiafang displayed a confident and practiced ease.

The unique charm and skill of a forty-year-old woman made Yang Xun fall completely under her spell.

But even so, that part of him still showed no reaction.

Chen Xiafang bit her lip, a look of determination flashing in her eyes.

She slowly straightened up and straddled Yang Xun’s waist, her long, beautiful legs spreading to hold him firmly beneath her.

Then, she lifted her hips slightly, pressed her most intimate part against him, and began to slowly grind back and forth.

A warm, wet sensation came from below. Chen Xiafang was already soaking wet, the moisture enveloping his member like a hot spring, slick and scalding.

"Mmm~~"

Chen Xiafang couldn’t help but let out a low moan. Her almond-shaped eyes gazed hazily at Yang Xun beneath her, her cheeks flushed like a sunset, her lips slightly parted, her breathing rapid and ragged.

’This... this feels so good!’

Yang Xun’s breathing grew even more ragged, and his gaze turned fervent.

’I have to say, Aunt Chen’s skills are just too good. She’s a little minx.’

Just then, a violent tremor ran through Yang Xun’s body. He could feel it!

That long-locked part of him, like a frozen river thawing under the warm spring sun, began to tingle. A faint sensation started there, then rapidly expanded, spreading like wildfire!

’It’s unlocked!!’

In almost the same instant, the long-slumbering beast erupted like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, rising with unstoppable force and ramming straight up!

And Chen Xiafang, sitting on top of him and already soaking wet, offered almost no resistance.

He plunged inside in an instant...

"AHHH!!!"

Chen Xiafang’s entire body trembled violently. Her almond-shaped eyes flew wide open, and she froze in place, as if she’d been struck by a bolt of lightning...