Chapter 222 | The Valkyrie’s First Kiss(Bonus - )*

Chapter 222: 222 | The Valkyrie’s First Kiss(Bonus Chapter)*

The air inside seemed to thicken. Seated across Lin Tian’s thighs Qing trembled from head to toe.

"Don’t hold your breath, Qing-er," Lin Tian murmured.

His large, calloused hands rested flat against the her bare back.

Guiding her hips closer into his lap, he poured a steady, golden tide of Yang Qi from both his palms and his sternum at the same time.

"Haaah...!"

A soft, broken gasp escaped Qing’s lips.

Her head tipped back slightly, her half-loosened black hair spilling down past her bare shoulders.

Inside her lower abdomen, the final seed of the Lethal Fire-Poison had nowhere left to hide.

Caught in a vise between the heat entering through her front heart-meridian and the currents surging inward from her lower dantian, the stubborn crimson-black root began to hiss and dissolve like dark ice dropped into a furnace.

Unlike the tearing agony she had suffered alone half an hour ago, the dissolving poison beneath Lin Tian’s hands felt like a warm tide unlocking chains that had bound her marrow for years.

Her Divine Valkyrie Body, suppressed and starved of vitality since the day she was poisoned, woke with a ravenous hunger.

"Mmm... it’s so hot..."

Qing’s fingers curled tightly into the firm muscles at the back of Lin Tian’s neck.

Without realizing what she was doing, she shifted her weight forward on his thighs, pressing her bare breasts even flatter against his chest to drink in more Yang Qi radiating from his skin.

The slight shift of her hips caused the thin crimson silk between her legs to slide slowly along the hard length of his arousal.

Slip—

The friction against her overheated entrance made Qing’s entire body jolt.

"Ah—!"

She froze instantly, her cheeks burning a deep, vivid crimson as she realized she had just ground her hips against him on her own.

She tried to lift herself off his lap in panic, only for Lin Tian’s strong hands to slide down from her waist to the full, rounded curves of her hips, holding her firmly in place.

"If you break the contact now, the remaining poison will scatter back into your dantian," Lin Tian said quietly, his golden eyes dark and steady only inches from her flushed face.

"You... you’re doing that on purpose..." Qing whispered breathlessly, her eyes glistening with moisture and helpless embarrassment as she looked down at him.

"My hands haven’t moved from your lower back," Lin Tian replied, a faint, teasing curve touching the corner of his mouth. "You were the one who just moved your hips."

Qing’s lips parted, but no sharp retort came out, intoxicating warmth of his Irresistible Yang Scent, she couldn’t lie to herself anymore.

The ache in her Dantian was already more than half gone.

What was making her thighs tremble and her lower belly clench now was no longer the poison—it was the raw, instinctual craving of a proud woman’s body responding to the man holding her.

Lin Tian shifted his right hand up along the smooth curve of her ribs until his thumb brushed the underside of her full, snow-white breast.

Qing’s breath hitched sharply.

Instead of pulling away, her eyes fluttered half-shut, her fingers tightening around his collar as his warm palm cupped the firm weight of her chest.

His thumb rolled slowly over the rosy peak.

"Nngh... Lin Tian..."

Her voice came out as a soft, trembling whimper that bore no resemblance to head instructor of the Inner Sect.

A jolt of pure pleasure shot straight from her breast, making her wetter against his lap.

Lin Tian’s left hand rose to the back of her neck.

Tilting her chin down, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.

At the first soft contact of his mouth, Qing went blank for a heartbeat.

In years of ascetic sword cultivation, no man had ever touched her lips.

Lin Tian did not rush her. He kissed her lower lip slowly, tasting the feverish heat on her breath, while his other hand continued to caress the soft swell of her chest and press gentle waves of Yang Qi into her.

Within three breaths, the last thread of restraint inside Qing’s mind broken.

With a low, needy moan, she leaned down and kissed him back.

Her lips clumsily at first, then with sudden, desperate heat as Lin Tian’s tongue swept into her mouth and tangled with hers.

All the pent-up tension from the tournament—the rage of watching Zhou Kai and Gao Chen bleed, the years of hiding her crippled cultivation behind a cold mask, and the overwhelming gratitude burning in her chest—poured into that kiss.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling herself flush against him as her hips began to rock slowly, instinctively across his lap.

Rub... rub...

Even through the thin barrier of silk between them, the friction of his hard length pressing against her soaked center drove her wild.

Lin Tian broke the kiss for a breath, only to trail his hot mouth down the slender column of her jawline and across her collarbone, before lowering his head to draw one of her stiff, rose-pink buds straight into the heat of his mouth.

"Haaah—! Wait, Lin Tian—mmph!"

Qing’s back arched like a drawn bow.

Her hands flew into his dark hair, clutching him tightly against her chest as his warm tongue swirled around the sensitive peak while his other hand kneaded its twin.

Inside her lower abdomen, the dual stimulation of his mouth on her chest and his Yang Qi flooding her lower Dantian pushed the circulation to its absolute peak.

Through Lin Tian’s Insight Eye, the crimson-black seed of Lethal Fire-Poison in center of her dantian cracked apart and dissolved into harmless wisps of smoke leaving years affliction permanently eradicated.

Only the faintest trace remained fused with the deepest origin of her Divine Valkyrie Body, a final lock that could only be opened when their bodies truly became one.

At the exact moment the poison seed shattered, a tidal wave of pure, unrestrained Valkyrie Yin surged outward from her newly freed Dantian, crashing directly against the Yang pouring from Lin Tian’s hands and chest.

The pleasure was too intense for her body to bear.

"I can’t... Lin Tian, stop—I’m going to—!"

Qing buried her burning face into the crook of his neck, her teeth grazing his skin as her hips ground down hard against the heavy ridge in his lap.

"Let it out, Qing-er," Lin Tian murmured against her bare breast before sucking gently on the sensitive bud one last time and releasing a warm pulse of Yang Qi into the small of her back.

"Mmmph—!!"

A violent, silent climax tore through Instructor Qing’s entire body.

Her thighs clamped like iron around Lin Tian’s waist, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her womb.

Beneath her, the thin crimson silk was completely soaked through, transferring her scalding heat directly onto the dark fabric of his robe as her body spasmed helplessly in his arms.

Inside Lin Tian’s Dantian, the feedback of her pure Valkyrie Yin washed across his Peak Level 9 Foundation like a cool mountain gale, sharpening and condensing his golden Liquid Qi by another perceptible margin.

For a long time, the only sound in the sealed pavilion is the soft, ragged rhythm of Qing’s breathing against his collarbone.

All the trembling pain and suffocating heat that had haunted her nights for years had vanished without a trace.

In its place was a weightless, radiant strength coursing through every meridian in her body—and a deep, inescapable addiction to the man holding her in his lap.

[Target 5 (Instructor Qing) Obsession Level: 53% → 58% ( Fire-Poison Purged — Deep Emotional & Physical Reliance)]

Slowly, Qing lifted her head an inch from his shoulder.

Her dark eyes were still hazy and unfocused, her lips swollen and glossy from their first kiss, and her bare chest rose and fell softly against his.

When her gaze dropped and saw the dark, damp mark her soaked silk had left across the front of his inner robe—right over the still-hard outline of his arousal—a fresh wave of scarlet rushed up her neck.

Yet this time, she did not bolt off his lap or shout at him in panic.

Instead, she rested her forehead briefly back against his shoulder, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Only a tiny trace is left inside my core... isn’t it?" she murmured softly.

"Yes," Lin Tian said honestly, her hand stroking slowly down the smooth skin of her bare back. "The poison is gone. That last trace won’t flare up or hinder your cultivation during the tournament."

Qing remained quiet for two breaths, her fingers resting lightly over his collarbone.

"And how is the last trace removed?" she asked, though the heat in her cheeks proved she already knew the answer.

Lin Tian tilted her chin up with two fingers until her shy, dark eyes met his golden gaze.

"When this tournament is over," Lin Tian said quietly, "and we don’t have a match at dawn waiting for us."

A soft, involuntary shiver ran down Qing’s spine.

She did not argue, nor did she pull away from his touch. She simply gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod before slowly sliding off his lap and reaching for the thin robe on the floor.

"Go back and rest," she whispered, keeping her face turned slightly toward the lamp as she pulled the robe over her shoulders. "Tomorrow morning on Stage... do not let Mo Yan walk out of that ring standing."

Lin Tian stood up, fastened his robe, and brushed the back of his hand lightly across her warm cheek.

"Sleep well, Qing-er," he said, and stepped quietly out into the night.