Journey to Dragon Mountain (Mild R18)

Not long after Luo Yang finished preparing, Jiu You returned to his residence. Her robes fluttered slightly from the wind outside, and her eyes held a calm glow.

"Young Master Luo," she said with a graceful bow, "the flying chariot is ready."

Luo Yang stood up with a lazy elegance. "Lead the way."

As they stepped out of the courtyard, the merchants and elders who caught sight of them couldn't help but stare. The Sect Master herself was personally escorting a man to the sect's sacred beast stables like a handmaiden. For many, this was unthinkable.

"Is that… Sect Master Jiu You?"

"She's escorting him herself?"

"Just who is that man…?"

Disciples whispered with disbelief, while some elders watched silently, brows furrowed in deep thought. Jiu You was known for her cold pride—cultivators who had once dared court her had been turned away with icy words. Yet now, her movements were polite and her posture subtly deferential.

But none dared step forward to question it. Not when Jiu You didn't even glance their way.

They arrived at the sect's private flying grounds, a wide spiritual platform layered with formation lines and protective seals. At the center stood an extravagant flying chariot, floating slightly above the surface.

It was pulled by a three-headed Windflame Serpent, a rank three beast of immense power—its cultivation at the peak of Core Spirit Realm. Scales shimmered in crimson and jade green, and its forked tongues flicked occasionally as it hissed, restless.

Each of its heads had been fitted with a restraint seal, though the pressure it gave off still made nearby disciples pale and retreat.

The chariot itself gleamed like a treasure. Carved from Spirit Goldwood and reinforced with arrays of lightness and speed, it had a roof made of frost-iron tiles and curtains spun from cloud silk. Embroidered phoenix motifs curled along its sides.

This was not an ordinary one. This was Jiu You's personal chariot—only moved on grand occasions or for elite missions.

She offered no explanation.

Luo Yang stepped in calmly and seated himself on one side, legs crossed, back relaxed. Jiu You entered after him and sat opposite—graceful and composed.

With a whistle from the beast handler, the Windflame Serpent screeched and took to the skies, pulling the chariot upward in a flash of colored light.

From the ground, peoples could only watch as the elegant chariot shot into the clouds, disappearing into the blue.

Inside the chariot, the wind and turbulence were completely suppressed by formation barriers. The interior was calm and spacious, with soft cushions and carved windows offering a view of the endless sky.

Jiu You spoke first, her voice soft. "It will take roughly half a day to reach the outer edges of the Dragon Burial Mountain Range. Beyond that… we'll proceed on foot."

Luo Yang nodded, eyes half-closed as he leaned back. "More than enough time to rest."

The sky passed by in waves of cloud and light, while below them, the world grew smaller—forests, rivers, and scattered towns drifting past like forgotten toys.

Jiu You sat across from him, her creamy legs crossed with grace, and the deep slit in her gown revealed the creamy, smooth skin of her thighs. The lace trim of her neckline teased at the skin beneath, the lacework soft and delicate.

Luo Yang couldn't help but stare at her, mesmerized by her beauty and the way she moved — seductive, yet sensual, the fire burning inside him only fueling him lust for her. He could see every slight movement she made, from the way her chest subtly rose and fell with each breath to how the low-cut gown clung to her curves, leaving little to his imagination.

When Jiu You uncrossed her legs, she did so slowly, deliberately, as though granting Luo Yang a look. The fabric of her gown parted, the slit revealing even more of her creamy, smooth thighs.

His breath caught as his eyes trailed up her legs, catching the faintest hint of her black lace underwear, barely hidden beneath the gown.

The lace was thin, dark, hugging her intimately, and from his angle, he could see a teasing outline of her most sensitive part. Just above the lace, the faintest wisps of blonde hair were visible, a soft, natural growth that added an air of maturity and raw femininity.

His eyes watched her every movement, and he couldn't help more eager to taste her ripe fruits.

The dim light inside the carriage cast a sultry glow across her features, enhancing the allure of her flushed cheeks and the hunger that now shone in her eyes.

''Sect master, why are you sitting so far!'' Suddenly Luo Yang said in a husty voice. 

Jiu You is slightly shocked with his words but understand his meaning in his words. Without saying anything, she get up and sit beside him, just few inches away.

Luo Yang's desire intensified at her close look. He leaned in, his lips grazing her earlobe with a feathery touch.

"We still have long way, why don't we use this time in practice.... some exercises" he said, his voice dripping with dark promise — almost like a whisper from the devil, "and I think you might learn many new things!"

He trailed his fingers along her jaw, the touch light and exploratory, as if mapping out a new forbidden territory. His gaze grew darker, as his hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing lightly but insistently against the curve of her voluptuous hip cheeks.

He pulled her even closer, eliminating the space between them until their bodies nearly touched, the air thick with seductive tension that was impossible to ignore.

Jiu You didn't resist nor she could; instead, she shifted her position subtly, allowing her hips to align more comfortably with his. The movement was graceful and deliberate, a silent invitation that sent a thrill through Luo Yang. 

Her body pressed against him, her soft curves molding against his frame as if she was welcoming the closeness without reservation.

Her ample breasts pressed against his chest, the fullness of them palpable through the thin fabric of her gown. Each subtle movement caused her cleavage to swell and shift, the delicate material barely containing her as her t!ts threatened to spill out.