Chapter 38: An Hour of Frenzied Battle

Their lips were pressed tightly together, their tongues tangling wildly like a pair of Spiritual Snakes.

Mi Ting’s tongue, soft and nimble, carried the faint, fresh scent of mint as it constantly intertwined with the tip of Yang Xun’s.

Saliva passed between their mouths, creating a series of wet sounds that would make one’s heart race and face flush.

"Mmmph~~"

Mi Ting wrapped both arms around Yang Xun’s neck, holding on tight as if she were afraid he might run away.

One of Yang Xun’s arms wrapped around Mi Ting’s slender waist. His other hand slipped under the hem of her T-shirt, gliding up her back, which was as smooth as satin. His fingertips grazed every inch of her scorching skin, making Mi Ting tremble at his touch.

It was a kiss of utter frenzy.

It was as if they sought to devour one another, completely forgetting the passage of time.

She only let go of Yang Xun’s lips when she was kissed so hard she could barely breathe.

A silvery thread of saliva stretched between their lips, glistening suggestively in the dim light.

"HUFF... HUFF HUFF..."

Mi Ting gasped for air, her almond-shaped eyes glazed with passion. Her fair cheeks were flushed as red as March peach blossoms.

"Then let’s begin."

Yang Xun’s deep voice was like a magic spell, instantly shattering Mi Ting’s last shred of modesty.

She took the initiative, lifting her hips and, with trembling hands, shedding the last thing covering her body...

What followed was a frenzy, as wild as a tempest.

A far cry from his caution the night before, tonight Yang Xun was like a wild beast that had completely unleashed its primal instincts.

Every one of his thrusts carried the vast True Qi of the Second Layer of the Qi Refining Realm. His power and speed were both countless times greater than the night before.

At the same time, he skillfully channeled streams of True Qi into Mi Ting’s body, ensuring that even as she endured his powerful impacts, she felt not the slightest hint of pain.

In its place was an all-consuming pleasure that washed over her.

"Ah... Xiaoxun... y-you... slow down..."

"...Ah... no, that’s not right... faster..."

Mi Ting was utterly lost. She no longer knew whether she wanted him to go faster or slower.

Her mind had gone completely blank.

Since the previous night had been her first time, she had done nothing but endure the pain, feeling no pleasure whatsoever.

But tonight!

She finally understood. ’So this is how pleasurable it can be!’

’No wonder so many women become addicted and can’t pull themselves away.’

’It feels just like an out-of-body experience.’

Their bodies tumbled and writhed together on the narrow bed, the frame groaning violently. The sound was especially jarring in the silence of the night.

Mi Ting bit down on a pillow, desperately trying to stifle her moans, terrified of waking Yang Cai in the next room.

But fragmented whimpers still escaped through her nose, as captivating as a kitten’s purr.

And while Yang Xun drove into her with frenzied force, he was also silently circulating the Yin Yang Dragon and Phoenix Technique.

Although most of Mi Ting’s virgin Primordial Yin Qi had been released the night before, she was so completely immersed in pleasure tonight that the remnants of it continued to pour out of her body in a steady stream.

Yang Xun absorbed all of this Primordial Yin Qi, refining it into his own True Qi. The power within his Dantian grew stronger still.

Time slowly passed.

"N-no more... I can’t... Xiaoxun... I really... really can’t take it anymore..."

An hour later, Mi Ting’s voice was incredibly hoarse. She lay limp on the bed, her entire body drenched in sweat.

Her white T-shirt had long since been tossed to some forgotten corner. Her fair, flawless body was covered in a thin, even sheen of sweat that gleamed seductively under the dim yellow light.

Her legs were completely spent. All she could do was let them rest limply on Yang Xun’s hips, swaying gently with his movements.

Yang Xun looked down and saw Mi Ting’s state of near-collapse. His heart softened, and he immediately slowed his pace.

"Alright, then. Let’s finish this."

As he spoke, Yang Xun prepared for the final push.

"W-wait a second!"

Mi Ting suddenly pressed a hand against Yang Xun’s lower abdomen, panting, "You can’t... You can’t finish inside... Y-you... pull out... I could get pregnant!"

"But... I’m about to..."

Yang Xun gritted his teeth, his brow tightly furrowed.

"Quick... pull out! Tissues... the tissues are on the nightstand..."

Mi Ting frantically reached for the tissue box on the nightstand, but she was so weak and her arm was trembling so violently that she couldn’t reach it.

But in the instant she reached for the tissue box—

It was too late!

"HSSS—"

Yang Xun pulled out abruptly, but a scalding torrent erupted from him like a bursting dam, spraying all over Mi Ting’s face!

"Ah!!"

Mi Ting cried out, squeezing her eyes shut on instinct.

The milky white fluid splattered like milk, landing all over her exquisite face.

Her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, her lips... a sheen of white now covered more than half of her delicate face.

A few drops even trickled down her chin and dripped onto her collarbone.

"Yang Xun!! You bastard!!"

Mi Ting managed to open one eye; the other was so covered in gunk she didn’t dare try. She wiped frantically at the fluid on her face, so angry she started pounding on Yang Xun’s chest with her fists.

"I told you to pull out! I didn’t say to come on my face! You... just look at this! What is all this on my face!"

Although her tone was tinged with annoyance, it was more of a playful complaint.

Her flustered, pouting expression wasn’t infuriating in the least; on the contrary, it was incredibly endearing.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry... I really couldn’t hold it in..."

With a sheepish grin on his face, Yang Xun quickly grabbed a handful of tissues from the nightstand and carefully began to wipe the traces from Mi Ting’s face.

"And you have the nerve to smile!"

Mi Ting snatched the tissues and started wiping herself, muttering under her breath, "There’s so much... It’s like you threw a bucket of water on me... What are you, a fire hose?"

"Hehehe... That just means I’m healthy, right?"

Shamelessly, Yang Xun leaned closer to Mi Ting, trying to curry favor by offering to help her wipe away the mess.

"Go on, get away from me! And cut the act!"

Mi Ting gave him a push, but the corners of her lips couldn’t help but curl into a slight smile. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with a sweet and playful reproach.

"If you ever dare to come on my face again, I’ll..."

"CREAK!!!"

Before she could finish, the bedroom door was suddenly thrown open from the outside...