A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World - Chapter 257: Training Room (6)

Chapter 257: Chapter 257: Training Room (6)

Li Feng opened his eyes and feasted on the view below.

Ning Jianli’s back glistened with sweat.

The firm and tone muscles along her spine flexed slightly and released with every dip.

Her plump peach were flushed a deep pink and red from his earlier grip.

A faint handprints of his still lingered on the pale skin like temporary brands.

The chamber smelled heavy now…..

…Thick with heat, desire and that faint, sweet fragrance rising from her skin as though her body was beginning to overheat from the combined strain and relentless stimulation.

“…One hundred… ten… One hundred… eleven…”

Li Feng exhaled slowly, fighting the primal urge to simply grab her hips and pound until she screamed his name.

But not yet.

He wanted to truly help this sword maid of his surpass her limits.

Then Li Feng’s fingers dug into her hips and… finally, he began to help.

Squelch…

Each time Ning Jianli leaned down, he drove his thick length deep as the angle of her posture making her inner folds clamp even tighter around him.

And when she rose back up, he pulled back in perfect sync, letting her feel every inch of withdrawal.

He kept the rhythm steady, matching her every rep as though they were locked in some twisted, partnered training form.

Squelch…

The wet, obscene sounds echoed louder now, filling the quiet and darkly lit chamber like a lewd melody.

Soon,

The push and pull merged seamlessly with Ning Jianli’s own movements and even turning somewhat rhythmic, almost hypnotic.

Both their breathing grew rougher, heavier and more ragged as time passed inside the dimly lit chamber.

And yet Li Feng still control himself, so he can savor every clench, every tremor and every broken whimper she tried to hide behind her counting.

This kind of slow, restrained pleasure was enjoyable in its own way.

Even though the pace was gentle, the buildup was relentless.

He could indulge in it for a long time before it finally… exploded.

And when that moment came, it wouldn’t be too late to turn into a beast.

He lifted his hands from her delicate waist and leaned forward slightly, as his broad chest touch against her sweat slick back.

Both palms slid up her sides, thumbs grazing the soft undersides of her heavy breasts as they hung and swayed enticingly with each rep.

Squeeze

He grasped them roughly, fingers sinking deep into the pale and soft flesh.

He pinched her stiffened pink beads once and hard, then let his thumbs gently roll them in slow, teasing circles.

“U-Uh~”

Ning Jianli’s body trembled, as shiver running through her spine but she didn’t stop.

Now Li Feng’s towering frame loomed fully over her, yet she bore his weight without faltering, a proof of her strength as a cultivator.

She continued the reps steadily, even as he clung to her like a leech.

“Haa~…Mmm~…”

But Ning Jianli gasped occasionally when the hot tip poke against her womb, as it deepened even more every time Li Feng’s body followed hers downward.

The scene was strangely intimate and obscene at the same time, as a man nearly twice her size draped over her smaller frame.

Both of them bending and rising together in perfect, lewd synchrony.

Then,

His voice came out low, almost gentle and warm against her ear.

“You’re doing better than I expected, Junior Sister. I’m… impressed.”

Ning Jianli’s breathing turned rougher, more uneven.

Damp strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks.

She swallowed hard but there was a hint of pleasure in her voice at his praise.

“…I won’t stop…until one thousand…Haah~..Senior Brother said..don’t stop no matter what…”

Li Feng’s lips curved into a faint, satisfied smile against the damp skin of her shoulder.

He pressed a slow, lingering kiss there, then traced his mouth upward along the curve of her delicate neck before finally claiming her soft cheek in a possessive yet surprisingly tender smooch.

Then he murmured right against her ear, breath hot and thick with desire.

“…That’s my girl, my sword maid.”

“…!”

Ning Jianli’s eyes flew open wide, misty and unfocused.

A strange, overwhelming feeling surged through her as happiness and pleasure crashing together, flooding her body and mind until her thoughts blurred at the edges.

Her inner walls fluttered hard around him in helpless response, as a sudden, involuntary squeeze that made Li Feng’s breath hitch.

She felt dizzy and weightless, as though his simple words had unlocked something deeper than the physical pleasure.

Her counting faltered for the first time before dissolving into a quiet, trembling whimper.

Soon, Ning Jianli’s gasps sharpened, coming faster and more ragged.

The numbers were barely audible now….just broken fragments swallowed by whimpers.

“…One hundred… forty…nnh…forty-one…”

Li Feng could feel the slow rising sensation building up inside him.

He grunted low against her neck, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of her overheated skin and urged her on.

“…I’m close. Keep going.”

The words came out strained yet controlled,…almost like a quiet command.

Ning Jianli’s fingers clenched tighter behind her head as she understood the meaning.

She could feel his hands on her breasts growing more restless….kneading, squeezing, thumbs flicking her stiff peaks with increasing urgency.

Inside her, that thick, hot length twitched harder, swelling and growing even hotter against her fluttering walls.

But determination still burned in her eyes.

She resolved to fulfill her duty as his sword maid….no matter what.

“…One hundred…forty-eight…”

“…One hundred…forty-nine…”

“…Two hundred..!”

Her voice cracked as it almost turn into a gasp and a shout.

And Li Feng reached his peak with her count.

His legs relaxed as he let his restraint go completely.

Spurt!

“Ugh…”

A low, guttural groan leak from his throat as his seed erupted deep inside her in heavy, pulsing waves once again.

His hips jerked forward instinctively with each spurt as he keep grinding to the base so every drop stayed buried as far inside as possible.

Ning Jianli felt everything as her eye turn hazy.

Right now she felt weak as her body kept trembling but still refuse to stop.

“…Two hundred one… Two hundred two…”

Li Feng let himself go limp against her, clinging tightly to the soft, sweat-slick body beneath him.

His hands continued to play lazily with her drooping breasts….gentle now, almost possessive as he began cupping their heavy weight.

Right now, he felt utterly relaxed as he still buried deep inside his sword maid, still ejaculating the last of his seed while listening to her soft, broken counting.

Soon, in the dimly lit chamber, only two sounds remained,

….the faint, trembling voice of a woman counting through whimpers….and the hot, uneven gasps of her labored breathing.

And Ning Jianli finally realized that this training weren’t easy as she have imagined…