Chapter 115 | The Boiling Foundation*

Chapter 115: 115 | The Boiling Foundation*

The grand profound-ice silk bed stretched wide under the soft silver glow of the moon-pearls.

Lin Tian stood at its edge, looking down at the two women who waited for him on the white sheets.

Both were completely naked.

Aunt Lin’s skin carried a healthy pink flush that had not been there days ago. Her breathing was deeper and steadier than before, yet a faint remnant of Severe Qi Stagnation still lingered in her lower abdomen like a thin sheet of stubborn spiritual ice.

Madam Shen’s body trembled with lingering sensitivity. Mutual Cultivation Feedback still burned hot through her meridians, leaving her skin flushed, her nipples tight, and her core aching with emptiness.

Lin Tian climbed onto the bed and settled between them.

His Primordial Yang-Tyrant Body radiated a heavy, oppressive heat that made the air itself feel thicker.

"You served me separately," he said, voice low and absolute. "Now serve me together."

He gave them no time to prepare or speak.

His large hands closed around Madam Shen’s elegant hips. In one smooth, powerful motion he drove his thick Yang root fully into her.

"Ahhh—!"

Shen’s back arched hard. Her Foundation Establishment walls stretched and fluttered around him, already slick and eager.

Lin Tian delivered only seven hard, full-length strokes, each one bottoming out against her deepest point, before he pulled out abruptly.

Shen’s inner walls clenched on empty air. A broken, needy cry left her throat as the sudden loss hit her like a physical blow.

Lin Tian turned at once.

He spread Aunt Lin’s plump thighs wide with both hands and sank into her waiting heat in a single claiming thrust.

"Haaah... Master...!" Aunt Lin sobbed, heavy breasts shifting with the force.

Each deep stroke sent another dense wave of golden Yang surging through her meridians. She felt another thin layer of the remaining stagnation crack and melt, the sensation of ice breaking mixed with sharp, rising pleasure that made her toes curl against the sheets.

He gave her the same short, brutal set of eight strokes and withdrew again. Without the slightest pause he returned to Shen, gripping her hips and burying himself to the hilt.

The rhythm was locked in from the first minute.

Fast. Relentless. Switching without mercy.

From Shen to Aunt Lin.

From Aunt Lin back to Shen.

Every time one of them climbed toward climax, Lin Tian deliberately pulled out at the last moment. He left her inner walls fluttering and clenching around nothing, then filled the other woman instead.

Aunt Lin felt the stubborn ice inside her breaking a little more with every deep stroke.

The melting brought waves of heat and relief that rolled up her spine and made her moan openly.

Madam Shen felt the opposite.Already highly sensitive from the earlier session, each withdrawal left her with sharp overstimulation followed by a painful spiritual emptiness that made her cry out in frustration and loss.

"Master... don’t leave... please...!" Shen begged when he pulled away for the third time, her voice shaking.

"Not yet," Lin Tian answered coldly.

He drove into Aunt Lin instead, giving her long, heavy thrusts that made the bed creak.

"Please... stay inside me...!" Aunt Lin gasped moments later as he left her too, her hands reaching for him.

"You take only what I give."

He returned to Shen and gave her nine deep strokes before withdrawing again, leaving her empty and trembling.

"Stay open for me."

Their begging grew louder and more desperate with every switch.

Lin Tian ignored every plea. He kept complete physical control, moving their bodies exactly as he wished.

Sometimes he pulled one woman’s hips high off the mattress so he could thrust downward with full force.

Sometimes he pinned both pairs of thighs open at the same time, looking between their slick, glistening cores before choosing whom to enter.

Sweat-slick skin slid under his hands. Heavy breasts shifted and bounced with every change of position. Soft gasps and wet sounds filled the sealed chamber. The bed creaked steadily beneath the constant force and movement.

The rapid switching soon became too much for the spiritual energy to remain contained inside their bodies.

Cool silver Yin began to pour from both women in visible streams.

Aunt Lin’s still carried faint dark traces of the last burned stagnation. Shen’s was pure, dense Foundation Establishment Yin that glowed softly.

From Lin Tian’s body a blinding golden Yang erupted like a solar flare, thick, scorching, and almost liquid in its intensity.

The three energies collided above the bed with a low, resonant hum.

A violent, visible vortex formed in the air.

It spun faster and grew stronger than anything that had come before, a chaotic cyclone of silver and gold.

Bed sheets fluttered and lifted from the mattress. The moon-pearls flickered wildly, their light bending in the swirling energy. The Tier-3 isolation arrays embedded in the walls hummed and crackled under the sudden pressure, faint ripples of light racing across their surface.

Every thrust now pulled a glowing thread of silver energy outward into the vortex and drove a thick thread of golden energy back inward into the woman he was claiming.

Faint golden steam began to rise from Lin Tian’s shoulders, chest, and arms as his Liquid Qi reached a true boiling point. The heat radiating from his skin made the air shimmer.

The constant denial pushed both women past the limits of endurance.

Aunt Lin’s final layer of stagnation was almost gone. Only a thin, stubborn remnant still resisted the repeated waves of Yang, and even that was cracking under the relentless pressure.

Madam Shen’s sensitivity had become unbearable. Every time he left her body the emptiness felt like a physical wound, leaving her Dantian aching and hollow.

Their minds started to blank under the weight of pure need.

Only the hunger for his Yang remained.

Aunt Lin’s breathing came in deep, relieved gasps mixed with broken moans of pleasure and melting ice.

Shen’s breaths were short, panicked, and oversensitive, catching sharply every time he withdrew and left her empty.

They could no longer bear the hollow ache that followed each withdrawal.

At the exact same moment both women moved with what little strength they had left.

They rose from the mattress and threw their slick, sweat-drenched bodies against Lin Tian.

Aunt Lin wrapped her plump arms tightly around his neck from the left, pressing her heavy breasts firmly against his burning chest.

Madam Shen locked her elegant arms around his broad shoulders from the right, her softer curves molding to his hard muscle.

Their faces buried into the crook of his neck.

Both of them inhaled the Irresistible Yang Scent in greedy, weeping gasps, as if it were the only air left in the world.

Their voices broke together, raw, desperate, and completely unified.

"Fill us... give us everything!"