Song Yi; Core Heat (18+)

[Happy New Year 🥳 +1 Bonus Chapter]

Song Yi was reading, as always. Her passion had always been to read as much as possible. As a cultivator, the length of time she could spend reading had grown with each advancement.

From a young age, Song Yi had been deemed a talented cultivator. Her induction into the Void Sword Sect from when she was just in her teens to her rise through the ranks until she had solidified her foothold as an Outer Court Elder. And now she could read as much as she wanted.

So, Song Yi was reading.

Then she heard the words spoken.

"Hello there, I was looking for a martial art on piercing techniques."

Her brows pressed into a frown as she was disrupted, but centuries of patience built into her eased her annoyance, and she lifted her head and stopped. Her breathing stopped. Her eyes stopped blinking. She even felt her heart might've stopped.

What stood before her was a man, but a man unlike anyone she had seen before. He was a handsome man, but even saying those divine features were handsome seemed to be somehow tarnishing that designation. No, he was more than handsome. He was perfection.

For the first time in a long while, Song Yi felt a heated flame ignite in her core. Droplets of wetness seeped from her hungry sex. And her heart raced a mile a second.

"Hey!" The man waved his hands, and she snapped out of her daze.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She blurted out without thinking but then noticed his clothes. A Trial Disciple. He was a trial disciple. "You... you're a Trial Disciple?"

"Yes." He flashed her another smile, and she was nearly lost in a daze.

Song Yi couldn't believe it. How can a man as perfect as him exist? And even if he did, how in the name of holy Heavens was just a mere trial disciple?

"And how am I to address you, pretty elder?" The young man asked.

If Song Yi had been able to think straight, she would've noticed he never bowed to her or paid any respects. But enamored as she was, she didn't even find the slightest fault with which he was addressing her.

"You can call me Elder Song." She answered. "What is your name? And what are you doing here?"

"Lin Fei. And I was looking for a piercing martial art."

It was then Song Yi recalled he had initiated the conversation with that very request. Feeling slightly embarrassed at how easily she had been bewitched by his looks, she coughed and closed the book in her hands.

"Thrust-based one?" He nodded.

Lin Fei leaned forward and said, "I don't think you would have one here."

Song Yi frowned. "I have guarded this hall all my life, and I am pretty sure there are many martial arts that deal with penetration with or without any weapons."

"You misunderstand me, Elder Song." Lin Fei shook his head. "The one I'm looking for is more... let's just say practical."

He was speaking cryptically, and Song Yi couldn't help but lean forward in interest.

"What does that mean?"

"Well," Lin Fei drawled, "lately I have been with women of young age."

"Younger than you?"

"Younger than you."

Without her realizing, his hand rested very close to her own, almost brushing. No, she did realize it. Her cultivation at Core Formation made sure of that. But she pretended not to.

"And?" She ventured.

"Well, they say my thrusting needs more refinement. More guidance from those experienced."

"So you're looking for someone to teach you?"

"Someone older, yes." He spoke, his eyes peering into her own. "Someone mature." His hand firmly clasped around her fist. "Someone beautiful." His presence so close that she felt his hot breath on her lips. "Someone like you."

And Song Yi came. Liquid essence dripped from her wet slit, her breathing hot and heavy.

"My adobe is not far from here." Saying so, she jumped to her feet and grabbed him by his wrist. "I think a naughty disciple like you needs to be taught a lesson." She flashed him a lewd smile.

Lin Fei raised a brow and looked around, finding this section of the tower deserted. "What about your work?"

"No one comes at this time. And besides, my momentary absence will hardly be felt."

Without wasting any time, Song Yi pulled on her well of Qi to supply her movement art. In but a few minutes they were already standing in her courtyard.

Without wasting any time, she latched onto his tall frame, her legs pressed against his, her bountiful bosom smashed into his chest. His hands hauled her ass, pulling her up, while her lips rose to meet his.

In a passionate tangle, the duo kissed each other with reckless abandon. Her arms encircled his neck, pulling him in even tighter.

She felt his tongue press against her lips and opened her mouth to take him in. They exchanged a wet, sloppy kiss, their tongues wrapping around each other, creating a messy scene.

Lin Fei's hands had grabbed her buttocks with force that she wouldn't expect from a trial disciple. Although she had the capability to resist, she didn't.

His forceful ministrations of her pillowy mounds helped pull her feet off the ground. Hauling her with nothing but her ass, he pressed her against the wall of her house.

"Open it," he said.

In her haze, she channeled her Qi through Spiritual Imprint and felt the formations seize their work for a brief moment. In that moment, Lin Fei had pushed her inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

They had just stepped foot inside when Song Yi began to maul his clothes. Bands were pulled, robes were torn, and a perfectly divine physique was revealed from beneath.

She used her superior strength to press him against the wall and kissed his neck. He let out a soft moan, and that fueled the heat blazing in her core.

She trailed soft kisses on his nape, down the collarbone. Her soft pink lips enclosed around his nipples, and she moved further down. Leaving trails of saliva around his hard abs, until she had reached his undergarment.

Her eyes momentarily lifted to gaze into his before she grabbed the garment by the waistband and pushed it down.

A meaty appendage sprang free, slapping her right in the face. Her eyes went wide at the divine object of perfection that stood before her, pointing to the heavens in a mock declaration of defiance.

"So thick! So big! So Perfect!"