Chapter 163: Xu Yue Offers Herself at Midnight

For a moment, Yang Xun was completely dumbfounded.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was still dreaming. But when his gaze refocused on the person who had entered, his brain completely shut down.

Because Xu Yue was currently wearing a black lace negligee.

The negligee was gossamer-thin, almost transparent, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her breathtaking figure.

Her snow-white skin glowed softly in the moonlight. Her full, pert breasts were barely contained by the lace, their contours clearly visible through the thin fabric, rising and falling gently with each breath.

Her slender waist looked so small you could wrap a hand around it, her flat stomach was partially visible, and her long, straight, beautiful legs were mostly exposed below the hem, their whiteness dazzling.

GULP!

Yang Xun swallowed hard, an undisguised look of shock on his face.

Xu Yue coming to his room of her own accord was surprising enough. But for her to be dressed like this... ’What in the world is going on?’

"Xu... Xu Yue, what are you doing here?"

Yang Xun’s voice was a little hoarse. He sat on the bed, as stiff as a block of wood.

However, Xu Yue didn’t answer his question.

She turned around, and with a flick of her slender fingers, she locked the door from the inside.

CLICK.

The sound of the bolt sliding into place was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Then, Xu Yue turned back to him. Her beautiful eyes, usually as gentle as water, now held a hint of unprecedented seductiveness. She tilted her head slightly, the corners of her lips turning up in a slight smile. She languidly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the motion lazy and alluring.

She looked like a completely different person from the usual gentle, graceful, pure, and shy Xu Yue.

Yang Xun was utterly bewildered.

His heart began to race like a drum, THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP, threatening to leap out of his chest.

"What... What are you trying to do?"

Yang Xun’s voice trembled.

It was strange. When facing Meng Qiaofei, he was always at ease.

When facing Liu Mei, he was confident.

He could even maintain a degree of composure when facing Xu Qian.

But with Xu Yue, and only with Xu Yue, he was as nervous as a flustered teenager, not knowing what to do with his hands and feet.

Xu Yue said nothing. She walked toward Yang Xun step by step on those fair, slender legs. With every step, the black lace negligee swayed gently with her movements, the tantalizing glimpses of her skin flickering in and out of the moonlight, utterly captivating.

Reaching the bedside, she bent down, extended a slender, pale finger, and gently hooked Yang Xun’s chin, tilting it up slightly.

Her beautiful eyes were just inches away, her lips curved into a lovely smile. Her voice was soft and gentle. "Back at Xinglin Hall, you were in such discomfort while treating my illness... Now, I’ve learned how to please a man. Would you like to... give it a try?"

Yang Xun’s breathing instantly became ragged, his chest heaving violently. He was completely frozen, as if someone had cast a Body Fixing Technique on him.

"N-No, I don’t think so."

He instinctively shrank back, his voice dry.

Seeing Yang Xun’s reaction, the smile on Xu Yue’s lips deepened.

"Why be so polite with me? Lie down, I’ll take care of you!"

Before she had even finished speaking, Xu Yue placed both hands on Yang Xun’s chest and pushed firmly.

As if all his bones had been removed, Yang Xun fell back onto the bed without any resistance.

He was a Cultivator at the Fourth Layer of the Qi Refining Realm, his physique far superior to that of an ordinary person. Yet at this moment, he didn’t have a shred of strength in his body.

Before he could say anything, Xu Yue’s hands were already at his waist. Her nimble fingers deftly undid the elastic band of his shorts, and she yanked them down, along with his underwear, in one swift motion.

In an instant, the proud beast was exposed to the air, radiating a scorching heat under the moonlight.

Xu Yue’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn’t avert her gaze. Instead, she studied it intently for two seconds.

Then, she reached out her slender, pale hand and slowly wrapped it around him.

"Hiss..."

Yang Xun sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, his entire body shuddering as if electrocuted.

Xu Yue’s palm was warm and soft. The sensation was completely different from any other woman, carrying a heart-pounding gentleness. Her fingers tightened slightly, and she began to slowly stroke him up and down.

Her movements were a bit clumsy at first, the rhythm unsteady, but she quickly got the hang of it. Her wrist relaxed, her grip was just right, and her fingertips would occasionally brush against the most sensitive spot at the tip, making Yang Xun shudder every time.

"Does that feel good?" Xu Yue looked up, her beautiful eyes gazing at Yang Xun, her voice soft and gentle.

"G-Good..." Yang Xun’s voice was trembling. His hands gripped the bedsheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.

The corners of Xu Yue’s mouth curved up slightly. Her hand movements grew more skillful, the rhythm more fluid. She varied her positions and pressure—sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy—pushing Yang Xun’s senses to ever-higher levels.

A moment later, Xu Yue suddenly stopped.

Just as Yang Xun was wondering why, he felt a warm, wet sensation from below.

He jerked his head down to look, and it was as if he’d been struck by lightning. His mind instantly went blank.

Xu Yue... had lowered her head.

That devastatingly beautiful face, those eyes as gentle as water, were now slowly approaching him.

Her full, pink lips parted slightly. Her tongue darted out, and as if savoring a precious candy, she slowly took him into her mouth.

"Ah!!"

Yang Xun’s whole body convulsed. A deep groan erupted from the back of his throat. He clenched the sheets tightly, his body arching.

The feeling... was indescribable.

The warmth, the wetness, the softness, combined with the visual impact of Xu Yue’s exquisite face—the overlapping stimuli made him feel as if a bolt of lightning had shot through him, sending a tingle from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes.

Although Xu Yue’s movements were still a little inexperienced, her careful earnestness was far more intoxicating than any practiced skill. Her lips enveloped him, slowly moving back and forth. Her tongue would occasionally circle the tip, and sometimes she would lift her watery eyes to look at him, her gaze holding a questioning look, as if asking... ’Am I doing a good job?’

Yang Xun was about to lose his mind.

This sensation was a hundred times more intense than any he had ever experienced before. It wasn’t because of how skilled she was, but because... it was Xu Yue.

"Xu Yue... you’re amazing..."

Yang Xun’s voice was extremely hoarse. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, his soul on the verge of flying out of his body.

Just when Yang Xun thought this was the peak of his experience for the night, Xu Yue suddenly sat up, wiped the corner of her mouth, and a look of determination flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Then, she turned and straddled him.

Yang Xun’s eyes widened in disbelief.

He could clearly feel that Xu Yue was warm and wet, already a raging flood.

"Xu... Xu Yue! You’ve recovered??"

Yang Xun stared at Xu Yue in utter shock, his voice trembling.

He knew that Xu Yue had always had a physical problem, a special condition that made it impossible for her to have a normal marital life.

Xu Yue nodded gently, her beautiful eyes looking tenderly at Yang Xun. Her lips curved into a lovely smile, and her voice was soft and gentle. "You’re the one who healed me... To thank you, I’m giving myself to you now."

With that, she lifted her body slightly, reached a hand behind her, gently gripped him, and then aimed.

Then, she slowly lowered herself onto him.

"Hiss..."

An extreme sense of constriction rushed in from all sides like a tidal wave. The tightness was breathtaking, like being snugly enveloped by a warm, velvet glove.

At the same time, an unbearable urge to release exploded from the depths of his lower abdomen, shooting to his brain like an electric current. Yang Xun froze completely, his hands gripping Xu Yue’s waist tightly, his jaw clenched, and veins bulged on his forehead.

’No... I have to hold on... I absolutely can’t finish this quickly...’