77. Yin Women

"Phew…

"Mei and Qing lounged in the heart of the hot spring, the warm water enveloping them up to their breasts, leaving only their smooth shoulders and delicate collarbones exposed. Crystal droplets glistened on their skin, catching the light like tiny prisms. Mei's damp raven hair clung to her face, now bare of makeup, revealing a striking, natural beauty. Without cosmetics, her refined features and phoenix-like eyes radiated a serene yet commanding allure, distinct from Qing's softer elegance.

Mei sighed, the soothing heat melting away her fatigue. "This spring feels so much better than the palace bath barrels.

This spring, born from celestial energy and the concentrated spiritual essence of the land, was a rare treasure. Though it lacked divine charm without immortal qi, it remained a potent elixir, beneficial even to cultivators like Qing, and especially to mortals like Mei, strengthening the body and extending life.

"If Mother enjoys it, come often," Qing said gently.

"Mm." Mei squinted, basking in the spring's soothing warmth. Enveloped by the water, she felt relaxed, almost drowsy, yet her clear gaze rested on the girl before her. Qing's jet-black hair, wet and heavy, fell straight over her fragrant shoulders and smooth back, thick and lustrous, reaching her waist, with strands clinging to her face.

Droplets rolled from her collarbone, tracing the mesmerizing curves of her breasts, softer than dough, whiter than snow. The rippling water cast shimmering light, making her submerged form flicker like a jade statue. Her unparalleled beauty, surpassing even Mei's, paired with her cool, noble aura, marked her as an ethereal fairy descended to the mortal realm.

Mei's eyes softened with maternal pride and wonder. Qing often praised her mother's phoenix-like beauty, but she overlooked her own radiance. As the saying goes, one cannot see the true face of Mount Lu when standing within it. If Mei was a phoenix, outshining all with her proud elegance, Qing was peerless, her icy grace like a blazing moon, radiant and unmatched.

"Unknowingly, my Qing has grown so beautiful," Mei murmured, reaching out to stroke her daughter's face. The mist-kissed skin felt tender, as if it could yield water at a touch. She marveled at Qing's beauty and blossoming figure, wondering how many young suitors would lose sleep over her.

But then, a shadow crossed Mei's phoenix eyes. As she helped Qing undress earlier, the clothes falling away, her calm exterior hid a storm within. "It can't be… Qing, she… she…"

"She has no hair down there!"

Mei recalled the fleeting glimpse of Qing's smooth, hairless mound, like a budding flower or silken tofu, plump and pristine, not a single hair marring the perfect hill. "How can this be?" Her heart rippled with unease.

"No hair!?" she whispered.

"Mother?" Qing's voice pulled Mei back, who forced a smile, meeting her daughter's steady gaze. Qing's calm eyes unsettled her until Mei asked, "Qing, why are you staring? Is something wrong?"

"Mother seems troubled," Qing replied.

"No, not at all!" Mei said, feigning composure.

Qing said nothing, her gaze deep and unfathomable, like a still pool. Silence stretched between them, unaware of the growing ripples in the water behind, as if raindrops had stirred the surface.

Elder Mu crept through the water, moving slowly. He'd assumed Qing's invisibility spell was merely transparent, checking to ensure his body didn't create a human-shaped ripple. Testing with one foot, he feared he'd lost his leg, but feeling it intact, he marveled at Qing's magic and slipped into the water after them.

"Almost there…" he muttered, barely breathing. The vast spring obscured his view, but he caught their outlines, sneaking closer. The steam carried the faint, intoxicating scent of their bodies, like a cat catching a whiff of fish. The sound of water dripping and their soft voices stirred his desires, a fire growing within.

Closer now! From behind Qing, he glimpsed her flawless back, her hair cascading over smooth skin, her shoulder blades subtly curved, her delicate earlobe translucent. Beyond her, he saw Mei, her massive breasts floating in the water, heavy with soft fat, like buoyant sacks. From his angle, they were a dazzling expanse of creamy flesh, making his mouth water.

The closer he got, the more cautious he became, his gaunt frame tensing, even his small buttocks clenching. The clarity of their forms intensified droplets on their skin reflecting moonlight, the steam painting a dreamlike scene. His thirty-centimeter cock hardened further, veins bulging, the head swelling larger.

Ripples brushed their bodies, their fair skin like reefs against his waves, but both women, lost in thought, noticed nothing. At a mere yard from Qing, Elder Mu watched droplets roll over her snow-white skin, like pearls on paper, his heart pounding so fiercely it sent blood surging to his cock, making it hotter than the spring itself.

Mei's eyes darted, lost in thought, her composure unshaken despite her inner turmoil. But Elder Mu noticed her shoulders twitch, causing her breasts, barely covered by a purple undergarment, to jiggle in the water. The soft, slick mounds collided, scattering droplets, their motion striking his heart like a blow.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry, shaking his head. No, Qing is the best.

Both women were entangled in their thoughts, oblivious to the audacious figure lurking nearby. "Something's off with Mother," Qing said after a long pause. "Is it because of me? Or my body?"

"I can't hold back!" Elder Mu, obsessed with Qing's form, stepped forward. His towering cock pressed against her buttocks, the scorching head grazing her right cheek, sinking into the tight, elastic flesh like a hot knife through butter. The sensation of her slick, youthful skin sent a shudder through his cock, a drop of precum leaking out.

Qing felt the sudden, iron-hard heat against her buttocks, hotter than the spring, unmistakable even in the warm water. Her body stiffened, sensing the head's pressure deforming her flesh, leaving a round imprint. As it shifted an inch, a sticky droplet oozed from the tip, clinging to her skin.

"You!?" Her voice echoed in Elder Mu's mind via her transmission spell, laced with anger and shock. Unfamiliar with the technique, he blinked, stunned to hear her emotions, anger, surprise, and a hidden trace of shame.

His cloudy eyes flickered with guilt and fear, but excitement overwhelmed him. Qing's tone, though stern, held no true rejection. As their silent exchange unfolded beneath the water, Mei sighed, "Qing, you're always so perceptive."

Qing paused, stepping forward to escape the searing pressure, her eyes lowering. "What is it?" she asked, her genius intellect and intuition piercing through facades. Having been away for over a decade, she'd sensed the cold distance beneath her parents' harmonious facade, unlike her sister Li, who remained oblivious.

Mei hesitated, her face shifting, wanting to conceal the truth. But realizing Qing shared her "curse" of a hairless mound, she decided to speak plainly. "Qing," she began, gathering her thoughts, "have you read certain books or heard certain tales?"

Before Qing could respond, the scorching cock pressed against her buttocks again, harder this time, a third of the massive head sinking into her tight, snowy flesh. Her thoughts scattered, and she shook her head at Mei.

"Those vulgar tales your grandfather forbade me from reading them," Mei said with a self-deprecating smile, then recounted what she knew. "In ancient texts, *Records of Strange Phenomena* tells of a mighty warrior, capable of lifting mountains, who saw a beautiful woman bathing in a spring and married her. Within a year, he weakened; the next, he couldn't lift a branch; by the third, he wasted away on his sickbed. A sage struck the wall, revealing the wife as a spirit who fled, later called a Woman born on Yin Star, cursed to drain her husband's vitality."

Qing listened thoughtfully, but Elder Mu, emboldened, began rubbing his cock's head against her buttocks, its precum vanishing in the water but leaving a tactile imprint. Mei continued, "Another tale from the prior dynasty speaks of a scholar, handsome and learned, who became top scholar and wed a stunning beauty on his triumphant night. Their passion consumed him; he sought aphrodisiacs, but within months, he was pale and trembling, while his wife grew radiant. He wasted away, his cock rigid even in death, his testicles drained dry."

She faltered, blushing at the crude details. "Folktales tell of a woman with no hair down there, cursed to tempt men into cheating, draining their energy until they fell, weak and empty. A proud man took her as his concubine, thinking he was strong enough. But in months, he wasted away, too frail to get out of bed. She then charmed his stepson, her beauty impossible to resist, until their affair was found out, sparking anger and shame in the town."

"Her hairless pussy, smooth like a girl's, stayed tight and young no matter how many men she slept with. The town tried to punish her with the wooden donkey, a cruel device to break her. But she didn't cry; her low moans carried through the crowd, as if she enjoyed it, shocking everyone watching."

"In a cell, she worked her charm through the food slot, leaving jailers weak and shaky after one encounter. Word spread fast; half the town's men, from workers to the magistrate's aide, admitted they'd been with her, each left drained and dazed."

"Sent to a beast pen to shame her, she faced dogs and horses for days. Yet her body stayed perfect, her pussy still tight and fresh, like nothing could touch her. People whispered she wasn't human but a spirit of lust, leaving men broken."

Mei sighed, "A great scholar later wrote *Chronicles of Bedroom Arts*, linking such women to the Yin Star, cursed with a yin aura, fated to sap their husbands' life, called "Women born on Yin Star."

Elder Mu's heart raced, recalling Qing's hairless, plump pussy full, juicy lips like a steamed bun, childlike yet voluptuous. He swallowed loudly, pressing his cock harder against her buttocks, leaning fully against her back, his gaunt chest against her smooth skin, his hairy legs brushing her silken ones. His rough breath and masculine scent pulsed with his heartbeat, seeping into her.

Qing's breath grew uneven, silent but unsteady. Mei, mistaking her flush for shyness, asked, "Qing, what do you think?"

"I…" Qing gasped, a fiery heat spreading from her groin, awakening her celestial body, softening her limbs as if her strength had melted away. Her back and legs pressed into Elder Mu's embrace, their bodies nearly fused, his cock standing rigid between her buttocks and thighs, his abdomen against her waist, his withered arms circling her underarms, his testicles brushing her legs' junction.

"Ha…" Qing exhaled softly, feeling his hairy testicles and gray pubic hair, like water-soaked bristles, tickling her buttocks and legs. Elder Mu's face lit with ecstasy. "So close to the princess!" he thought, thrilled.

"Mother…" Qing's voice, misty and trembling, reached Mei through the steam. "What is physical desire? What are matters between men and women?"

Mei's blush deepened, but with no outsiders present, she stood, water cascading from her voluptuous breasts. Droplets rolled from her shoulders to her pink areolas, pooling in their concave centers, then sliding down her massive, full mounds. Her slightly rounded abdomen and slender waist exuded noble allure, her hips wide and lush, rippling with each movement like ocean waves. Her hairless mound, plump and prominent, mirrored Qing's, its tight lips barely parting to reveal a pink slit, whiter than her surrounding skin, like snow with a hint of cherry.

Elder Mu exhaled heavily against Qing's neck, his turbid breath stirring her. He marveled at Mei's pussy, both thrilled and terrified that if she discovered him, he'd be doomed. Qing's pussy was tightly sealed, a shy bud, while Mei's was fuller, slightly parted, revealing tender flesh, yet equally plump and enticing.

He licked Qing's shoulder, his rough tongue scraping her silken skin, sending a shock through her. The taste of her bath-washed skin, mixed with her scent, was the sweetest he'd ever known. Like a dog lapping cream, he licked her back, coating it with his foul saliva, imagining her pussy's taste.

Mei, hearing Qing's gasp and seeing her flushed face, felt less embarrassed. "Physical desire is what happens between men and women," she explained, "like love, arranged marriages, or moments alone. Both have needs, driven by instinct, but it must be rooted in love, or it's coercion, punishable by law."

Qing listened, her thoughts drifting. Love? With whom? Her mind wandered, but no clear answer emerged. Mei, pointing to her exposed mound, continued, "It's when a woman uses this her pussy and a man uses his… his cock… and they…"

"Insert it!" Mei blurted, blushing.

"Insert it!" The words thundered in Elder Mu's ears. Breathing heavily, he pulled his cock back from Qing's buttocks, his hands sliding to her hips, parting them slightly. The massive head, like a spear, aimed forward in the water.

With a thrust, he drove it between her thighs, the head grazing her soft, moist pussy lips, brushing her tender chrysanthemum. Qing's hand swiftly grabbed the head, pressing it down, halting his advance. Her delicate fingers, soft as silk, gripped the massive shaft, barely encircling half its girth, the head larger than a fist.

"Hmph…" Elder Mu froze, red-faced, as Qing's voice echoed in his mind: *Don't make trouble… Mother will notice.*

Her tone, though breathless, held no real blame, filling him with guilt yet joy. His cock twitched in her grasp, but she didn't release it, her other hand joining to tug the coronal groove, sending waves of pleasure through him. He thrust forward, his hairy groin hitting her buttocks, his testicles dangling beneath.

"Help me," Qing's calm voice transmitted, though her trembling legs betrayed her struggle. Elder Mu, realizing she relied on him, steadied her waist, his courage swelling. *Don't move,* she warned, tightening her grip, freezing him in place.

Mei, unaware of the lurker, continued explaining, "A woman's slit is for childbirth; I birthed you from there. A man's cock hardens with desire, softens otherwise. Their union creates life. Pubic hair grows with maturity, but…" She glanced at her own hairless mound, identical to Qing's. "We're called Women born on Yin Star, said to sap vitality."

Qing, gripping Elder Mu's cock, measured its thirty-centimeter length, far larger than Feng's. "Can something this big fit?" she wondered, recalling sect gossip about male sizes some preferred moderate, others craved larger. Her hands explored, one gripping the head, the other sliding along the veined shaft, marveling at its heat and girth.

"Princess…" Elder Mu whispered, trembling, "I'm close…" Her soft hands, gliding over his cock, nearly pushed him over the edge. His testicles twitched, ready to unleash. Qing, panicked, clamped her thighs and hands tighter, fearing his copious seed would cloud the water and alert Mei.

Her silken thighs squeezed his cock, amplifying its heat and pulsing veins. A few drops of thick semen leaked, floating like toothpaste in the water. Mei, finishing her tale, blushed, "I've said too much. Don't dwell on it, Qing."

Qing, leaning into Elder Mu, nodded calmly, "I understand, Mother. You go ahead; I'll stay to cultivate."

"Alright." Mei nodded, stepping out, water dripping as she gathered her clothes. Noticing a tattered pair of wide trousers and a eunuch's robe, she froze. The trousers' crotch bore a pungent, white stain semen. Her face turned icy, her eyes narrowing. "A fake eunuch in the palace?" she thought, enraged. Such a scandal could destabilize the new emperor's reign. Tucking the clothes into her sleeve, she left silently.

"Phew…" Qing and Elder Mu exhaled in unison as Mei's presence faded.

"Princess!" Elder Mu growled, unable to hold back. He pulled back, then thrust hard, his cock sliding through her thighs, splashing water. His engorged cock, swollen further, nearly parted her legs. Thick semen shot out, torpedo-like, traveling yards before dispersing into cloudy patches.

"Ha… ha…" Breathing heavily, his invisibility spell faded, his naked body pressed against Qing's. "Go back," she said, head lowered, her hair veiling her face.

"I… I understand," Elder Mu mumbled, chastened, withdrawing his still-hard cock and creeping to the shore. Noticing his clothes gone, he shivered, sneezing in the cold, and shuffled back to his room, his massive cock dangling like a monkey's tail.

In the spring's depths, Qing remained, Elder Mu's sticky semen slowly diluting. She stepped out under the moon, her flawless body coated in white residue, glowing ethereally. Between her thighs, a thin liquid trailed whether his semen or something else, unclear.