Chapter 2 (r18)

Deep within the secluded Fang Clan village, nestled in a valley of mist and ancient pines, the dim glow of lanterns flickered against the wooden walls of a quiet chamber. A young man with long, flowing black hair loomed over a timid girl dressed in pristine white, his sharp green eyes gleaming with an unreadable intensity.

Fang Lee gently guided Meng onto the silk-covered bed, his touch both firm and deliberate, as if savoring every moment.

"You taste exactly as I imagined," he murmured, his voice low and laced with quiet satisfaction.

Meng's breath was uneven, her chest rising and falling as she lay beneath him, wide eyes locked onto his with a mixture of wonder and uncertainty. She made no effort to resist—whether out of submission or curiosity, even she wasn't sure.

Fang Lee leaned in once more, his lips capturing hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. Their breaths mingled, warmth pooling between them as his tongue sought hers, teasing, exploring, claiming. The soft rustle of fabric and the quiet sound of their mingling breaths filled the air, the outside world fading into irrelevance.

For a moment, there was only this—the taste of her, the heat between them, and the unspoken promise lingering in the space where their bodies met.

Fang Lee's lips moved against Meng's with practiced ease, his touch growing bolder as his hands traced along her sides. His fingers found the delicate ties of her garment, working at them with deliberate patience. Each undone knot felt like unraveling a barrier between them, peeling away layers of silk and hesitation alike.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last tie loosened.

Huff… Huff…

Fang Lee pulled away, breathless, his chest rising and falling as he gazed down at Meng with a victorious smirk. The dim candlelight cast flickering shadows over her flushed face, her deep rosy blush betraying the storm of emotions coursing through her.

Meng panted even heavier than him, her lips slightly parted, her wide eyes holding a mixture of shyness and something else—something she herself might not yet understand.

"Are you ready~?" Fang Lee's voice was a low whisper, smooth as silk yet laced with quiet anticipation.

His fingers moved with deliberate care as he slowly parted her upper garment, the delicate fabric slipping away to reveal the soft, unblemished curves beneath. The dim candlelight flickered over her porcelain skin, casting warm golden hues over her firm, rising chest.

Meng's breath hitched, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as a deep flush spread across her cheeks. Her gaze wavered, torn between shyness and the silent pull of something she couldn't quite name.

Fang Lee's sharp green eyes darkened as he took in the sight before him, a slow, knowing smirk playing at his lips.

Fang Lee leaned in slowly, his breath warm against her skin as he lowered his lips to her exposed chest. His tongue flicked out, tracing the soft curve before he captured her peak between his lips, savoring the warmth and taste of her breast's. His other hand moved with deliberate intent, kneading the untouched flesh in his palm, feeling the way she trembled beneath him.

Meng let out a soft, shaky breath, her fingers curling into the sheets as heat flooded through her. Every sensation was overwhelming—foreign yet intoxicating, making her heart race with something she could neither name nor resist.

Fang Lee's sharp green eyes flickered up to meet hers, watching every reaction with quiet satisfaction, as if drinking in the sight of her unraveling beneath his touch.

*Mengs POV*

Meng's breath came in soft, uneven gasps as she lay beneath Fang Lee, her body both tense and trembling. The dim glow of the lanterns cast shifting shadows over the wooden walls, their flickering light reflecting in his sharp green eyes—watching her, reading her, unraveling her.

She swallowed hard, her fingers gripping the silk sheets beneath her as his touch moved with deliberate care, exploring her as though she were some rare treasure he had just uncovered. Every brush of his fingertips sent a strange, unfamiliar heat spiraling through her, making her thighs press together instinctively.

"Why… why does my body feel this way?" she thought, her mind clouded with a mixture of confusion and something else—something deeper, something she wasn't sure she should allow.

Fang Lee's smirk deepened as he traced lazy patterns against her skin, his every movement slow, intentional, teasing. She felt his fingers ghost over the waistband of her silk pants, the mere suggestion of what was to come making her breath hitch.

"This… this isn't proper… and yet…"

Her body refused to pull away. Instead, she found herself sinking into the warmth of his touch, a soft whimper escaping her lips as he pressed closer, his breath hot against her ear.

Meng squeezed her eyes shut, heart hammering in her chest. She knew she should protest, should push him away—but the moment his fingers dipped just a little lower, tracing over fabric that had grown damp with unfamiliar longing, all thoughts of resistance melted away.

Meng squeezed her eyes shut, heart hammering in her chest. She knew she should protest, should push him away—but the moment his fingers dipped just a little lower, tracing over fabric that had grown damp with unfamiliar longing, all thoughts of resistance melted away.

*Third-Person POV *

Fang Lee's breath came in ragged gasps, his patience unraveling as his hand slid into her garments, fingertips grazing against the warmth hidden beneath Meng's silk garments. A shudder passed through her, delicate and uncontrollable, as his touch explored the softness of her most intimate place.

Her breath hitched, a quiet gasp lost between them, as his other hand continued its slow worship of her body, tracing the curve of her chest with reverence. His lips followed, pressing lingering kisses against flushed skin, each touch sending heat coursing through her veins.

"I want to feel you completely, Meng~" His voice was barely above a whisper, but the hunger in his tone made her heart race.

She tensed slightly as he shifted, fingers working to undo the last barrier between them. Silk slid from her skin, pooling at her ankles, leaving her bare beneath his burning gaze. A deep, unspoken yearning flickered in his eyes, but instead of letting his desire consume him, he paused, as if savoring the moment—savoring her.

His fingers ghosted over her thigh, tracing the soft curve, sending shivers down her spine. Meng turned her face to the side, unable to meet hishis gaze, her body betraying her uncertainty with the way she trembled beneath him.

"Tell me, Meng… do you want this as much as I do?" he murmured, teasing yet patient, his lips brushing against her ear.

She swallowed, hesitating for only a moment before whispering a timid, "Y-yes..."

A slow, satisfied smirk curved Fang Lee's lips as he leaned in, his warmth pressing against hers. No more hesitation. No more barriers. Only the unspoken promise of what was to come.

Meng's heartbeat quickened, her chest rising and falling in unsteady rhythm as she felt the weight of his presence above her. His touch—slow, deliberate—sent warmth spiraling through her limbs, igniting something deep within that she had never known before.

"You're trembling," Fang Lee murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead.

Meng swallowed, her fingers curling into the fabric beneath her. Was it fear? Or anticipation? She wasn't sure. But when she met his gaze—dark, intense, filled with something she couldn't name—she felt an odd sense of comfort.

A silent understanding passed between them. Fang Lee's hand found hers, fingers intertwining as he pressed a soft kiss against her knuckles. His other hand traced the curve of her waist, lingering at the dip of her hip before continuing lower.

A sharp breath escaped her lips as his touch sent shivers down her spine, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she found herself leaning into him, her body responding in ways her mind had yet to understand.

"I'll be gentle," he whispered, his voice a hushed promise against her skin.

Meng closed her eyes, surrendering to the warmth that enveloped her. In that moment, beneath the dim lantern light and the whispers of the night breeze, the world outside ceased to exist.

*Fang Lee POV*

Fang Lee's breath hitched as his gaze traced over the woman before him, her bare form illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns. She was a vision—delicate yet alluring, her flushed skin rising and falling with each unsteady breath. His fingers twitched at his sides, desire coiling deep within him, impossible to resist.

He had held himself back long enough.

Stepping closer, his eyes darkened with hunger, drawn to the way she shivered beneath his stare. The night air was cool, yet the heat between them was undeniable. His fingers brushed against her skin, tracing the gentle curve of her waist before pulling her closer.

"You're breathtaking," he murmured, voice low and reverent.

"So soft… Just as I'd expect from a cultivator," Fang Lee murmured, his voice thick with desire as his fingertips traced the smooth curve of Meng's inner thighs. Her body tensed beneath his touch, heat rising to her cheeks as he gently parted her legs, positioning them just so—an alluring "M" shape that left nothing to the imagination.

With deliberate slowness, he loosened his waistband, letting his pants slide down to reveal his large member, the unrefuted evidence of his arousal. Meng's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she took in the sight before her. It was her first time seeing one, and her curiosity was evident in the way she swallowed nervously, unable to look away.

Fang Lee smirked at her reaction, enjoying the mixture of innocence and anticipation in her gaze. "Like what you see?" he teased, his tone dripping with amusement as he leaned in closer, his warmth enveloping her body.

"Mmm~"

A soft moan escaped Meng's parted lips as Fang Lee's length gently began to invade her most intimate place. A shiver ran through her body at the unfamiliar sensation—mild discomfort, but nothing more. Instead, a strange warmth spread through her, a quiet invitation written in the way her smooth, supple thighs instinctively parted wider for him.

Fang Lee drank in the sight before him, his breath hitching as he felt her body yield beneath him. His hands roamed her hips, fingers pressing gently into her soft skin as he reveled in the contrast between her trembling anticipation and the way she so naturally welcomed him.

'How I've missed this sensation~' Fang Lee mused, his breath hitching as he inserted his length slowly into Meng's slick, moist, and welcoming entrance. His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he reveled in the intoxicating heat radiating from her body.

He continued pushing forward till he hit a barrier, where he paused slightly for a few seconds, letting Meng savor his warmth and sit in anticipation, before he thrust forward with deliberate force. Tearing through her delicate hymen and sending a jolt through Meng, her back arching as a moan spilled from her lips. Her pussy instinctively clenching tightly around his member, growing even wetter in response, as the evidence of her arousal and newfound womanhood mixed and trickled down the curve of her thighs, staining the silk sheets beneath them.

Fang Lee groaned, his own pleasure heightened by the way she trembled beneath him, the way her body responded so eagerly to his movements. He wanted more—needed more. And from the way Meng's pussy gasped and clung to him, he knew she did too.

"Y-Young Master..." Meng whimpered, her voice barely above a breath as Fang Lee pushed deeper, stretching her to her very limits. Her fingers clenched at the sheets beneath her, her body trembling from the overwhelming sensation.

Fang Lee smirked at the way she reacted, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, her parted lips, the way her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. He could feel her tightening around him, her warmth enveloping him completely, and it only fueled the fire in his veins.

"Shh~ Just relax, Meng," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he leaned down, pressing his lips against the shell of her ear. "You're taking me so well."

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"I - i" Meng tried to say something but instead, bushed and looked away in embarrassent.

Fang Lee let out a teasing chuckled as he leaned back to his original position, and held onto her exposed waist, as he began thrusting his covered cock up against her warm lighty shaven nether region.

"Ahh~" Meng let out a pleased moan while looking away from Fang Lee who was firmly holding her waist and thrusting against her, causing her body and breast to shake with each of his thrusts

Fang Lee let out a low, teasing chuckle as he leaned back into his original position, his hands settling firmly on Meng's exposed waist. His grip was possessive yet steady, his fingers pressing into her soft skin as he began to thrust his hips back and forth, his covered length rubbing against her warm, lightly shaven core with slow, deliberate friction.

"Ahh~" Meng's voice quivered as a moan slipped past her lips, her body instinctively reacting to the pleasure that coursed through her. Her face still turned to the side, unable to meet Fang Lee's heated gaze, her flushed cheeks betraying the overwhelming sensations washing over her.

"Ahh~ Ahh~"

Meng's sweet, breathless moans filled the room as Fang Lee quickened his pace, each powerful thrust sending shivers through her delicate frame. Her supple breasts bounced in rhythm with his movements, their soft curves rising and falling with every motion.

The air grew thick with heat, a dizzying blend of tension and raw desire crackling between them. Each stroke, each press of his body against hers, ignited something deeper, something that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her fingers clutched at the silk sheets, her body arching instinctively, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation.

"Ahh~"

Fang Lee's movements began with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every moment, but soon, an undeniable hunger took over. His pace quickened, each thrust growing more powerful, more demanding, as if an unrestrained force had awakened within him. A deep, ethereal aura began to seep from his body, crackling like unseen energy in the air.

"Ahh~" Huff. "Ahh~"

Meng's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in uneven gasps as the weight of his aura pressed down on her. It was overwhelming—an intoxicating force that seeped into her very being, clouding her thoughts and sending shivers through her trembling frame. It wasn't just suffocating; it was consuming, wrapping around her like a storm she couldn't escape.

Her vision blurred, hazy with heat and sensation, her body instinctively responding to the raw energy radiating from him. Every fiber of her being trembled, caught between the tension of resistance and the inevitable surrender to the force that bound them together.

Huff. Huff. 

Fang Lee's breath came in ragged gasps as he moved with growing urgency, his body in perfect rhythm with Meng's trembling form. His touch, both demanding and reverent, sent waves of warmth through her, each movement drawing her deeper into an intoxicating haze.

"Ahh~"

Meng's voice quivered, her body instinctively responding to the overwhelming sensation. His presence surrounded her, his heat seeping into every inch of her being, leaving her breathless beneath him. Every movement was deliberate, each touch igniting a fire deep within, as if he were carving his name into her very soul.

"Ahh~?! "

Meng's breath hitched as Fang Lee's pulled out of her abruptly, before shifting her position with practiced ease. Confusion flickered across her face as he turned her onto her stomach and then lifted her round pecks by the waist, and then continued his assault.

"Ahhh~"

Meng's voice trembled, a breathless plea laced with urgency and unspoken desire. "Y-Young Master… d-don't stop!" The words spilled from her lips, quivering with longing as her body instinctively responded to his every touch.

Each movement sent a sharp, intoxicating jolt through her, the heated collision of their bodies echoing in the room. A delicious sting bloomed across her skin, her supple form trembling with each firm impact. Her breath hitched, a gasp slipping free as warmth spread through her in slow, tantalizing waves. Her body arched instinctively, drawn deeper into the intoxicating rhythm, silently begging for more.

"I don't plan to—" Fang Lee groaned, his voice rough with desire as he drove forward, his body wound tight with mounting pleasure. A deep, guttural sound rumbled from his chest as raw sensation surged through him, his entire being consumed by the overwhelming intensity. His grip tightened, fingers digging into her waist as his control frayed.

With a shuddering gasp, he felt the rising tide crest, his muscles tensing as release crashed over him like a violent storm. A thick, hot wave spilled deep inside, his body trembling with the sheer force of it. His breath came in ragged, uneven pants, the aftershocks leaving him drained yet utterly satiated.

Beneath him, she quivered, a strange and intoxicating heat unfurling deep within her, coiling tighter with each deliberate thrust. Molten pleasure pooled in her core, awakening something primal and uncharted, her body surrendering to the intoxicating rhythm. Her breath hitched, her pulse a frantic drumbeat against her ribs as the sensation built, swelling into something unstoppable. And when it struck, her body arched, a soft cry escaping her lips as waves of pleasure crashed through her, drowning her in their relentless embrace.