A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World - Chapter 308: Big sis Shui Ruo (4)

Chapter 308: Chapter 308: Big sis Shui Ruo (4)

The next morning

Shui Ruo could be seen laying completely naked on the bed that Li Feng had taken out last night during their wild indulgence.

Her voluptuous, flawless white skin glowed against the sheets.

Despite looking as though she had just endured a storm, her skin carried a healthy flush.

Between the plump, bouncy curves of her peach-like rear, a continuous trickle of thick white liquid slowly leaked out.

“Mmm…”

Her long, beautiful eyelashes suddenly quivered as she began to wake.

She propped her upper body up, causing her large breasts to droop enticingly.

“Yawn~ Where am I…?”

Shui Ruo let out a lazy yawn and glanced around.

A small trail of drool glistened at the corner of her lips, evidence of a deep, satisfying sleep.

But after a few moments, the memories came rushing back.

Her neck and face slowly turned crimson as vivid images of last night’s shameless positions flooded her mind.

Then she felt something hot pooling inside her… fullness.

She rubbed just below her navel, then sat up straight and instinctively spread her legs to look.

There it was again… the familiar thick seed still leaking steadily from her entrance.

Shui Ruo immediately covered her face in embarrassment.

“I-I miscalculated…”

She murmured, remembering how she had once believe that his overflowing yang essence would only surge occasionally.

But judging from the intensity of Li Feng’s overflowing yang energy… it felt like this would become a daily occurrence… something that would last from morning till night, from this day forward.

Just like last night, she had spent the entire night moaning beneath him.

She even clearly remembered straddling and riding him at one point…

“Ahhh!! My image is completely ruined!”

Shui Ruo cried out and rolled around on the bed in mortification, her large breasts swaying sensually with every movement.

But then she froze.

“Wait… where is Li Feng?”

She looked around and finally spotted him some distance away.

Li Feng was still completely butt-naked as his broad muscular back turned toward her.

He stood in front of a wooden table, clearly busy with something as his hand moving steadily in focused rhythm.

Curiosity immediately filled Shui Ruo’s clear blue eyes.

She reached instinctively for her robe, wanting to cover herself before approaching… but it was nowhere to be found.

Unbeknownst to her, Li Feng had already tossed it away during their wild, frenzied night as it was probably lying crumpled somewhere on the ground below the tree.

After searching briefly with no success, Shui Ruo let out a soft sigh.

Deciding there was no point in modesty now, she slid off the bed and walk barefoot toward him… completely naked, just like he was.

’Since he’s not wearing anything… there’s no need for me to feel shy either.’ she reasoned with herself.

But halfway there, her delicate nose caught a faint, familiar fragrance drifting through the air.

“Oh? You’re awake, Big Sis?” Li Feng said without turning around, his voice calm and warm.

“Perfect timing. Just wait a moment. I’m not finished yet.”

Shui Ruo blinked in surprise but continued walking until she stood right beside him.

With every step she took, her full large breasts swayed gently, while the sticky warmth still lingering between her thighs produced a faint, wet squelching sound as if to remind her of just how thoroughly Li Feng had claimed her body last night.

Soon, standing naked beside Li Feng, feeling the warmth pouring off his powerful frame, Shui Ruo stared down with wide, wondering eyes at whatever had captured his full attention.

Her curious blue eyes immediately dropped to the wooden table in front of him.

There, right in the middle of the table, sat one small, exquisite bottle made of clear, crystal-like glass.

It was a bit bigger than her palm, shaped like a gentle teardrop with a narrow, elegant neck.

Inside, dark purple wine swirled slowly on its own, filled with countless tiny golden sparkles that drifted like lazy fireflies in night.

Around the base of the bottle, glowing blue lines could be seen as it formed a perfect circle on the table’s surface.

The lines resembled beautiful, simple drawings of a graceful curves and almost felt like a small formation.

They pulsed softly with light, as if it gently cradling and protecting the bottle.

Li Feng’s fingers moved with practiced care through the air above it.

Each time he traced a new glowing line, another small pattern materialized and seamlessly joined the formation as he adjusted it.

The light grew subtly brighter, and the fragrance of the wine deepened as it brgan releasing a richer, sweeter aroma that seemed to have aged for decades…. even though he had only just begun brewing it moments ago.

“What… are you doing?” Shui Ruo finally asked, voice soft with awe.

Li Feng kept his eyes fixed on the liquid but answered in a calm, almost lazy tone.

“Brewing wine. This one needs a bit more time to truly mature. Normally it would take months or years. But I can speed up the process.”

He formed another precise hand seal, adjusting the formation.

Instantly, the color of the liquid deepened to a richer, more mysterious purple.

The golden specks slowed their dance and glowed brighter.

Shui Ruo’s mouth fell open slightly as realization dawned.

“Wait! You’re… a Wine Master!? And you’re using a formation to accelerate the aging!?”

Her voice carried a mix of confusion and rising excitement.

Li Feng simply nodded with a casual smile, as though it were nothing worth bragging about.

“Yes. I’m actually a Rank 2 Wine Master… and also a Rank 2 Formation Master.”

He said it so nonchalantly that it almost sound humble.

But Shui Ruo’s mouth dropped open wider.

She stared at him in stunned disbelief.

“A-A Rank 2 Wine Master!?”

She seemed far more shocked by the Wine Master title than by the Formation Master one.

After all, true Wine Masters were truly rare on this continent.

And a Rank 2 Wine Master? Those were almost mythical figures, reclusive hermits or ancient grandmasters who refined wine purely for their own enjoyment, never for sale.

Even if one were available for purchase, it wasn’t something she could afford.

Shui Ruo’s blue eyes began to sparkle as though she were gazing at the most precious treasure in the world.

Li Feng didn’t seem to notice the heat in her stare as he simply continued.

“Since you mentioned wanting some wine earlier, I’m brewing a Rank 2 spiritual wine called Morning Dew right now.”

“A Rank 2 spiritual wine!?”

Shui Ruo shouted.

Her wide eyes locked onto the small bottle as if it were a divine relic.

She had never tasted a Rank 2 wine in her entire life.

Even the most expensive stash she owned that carefully hidden and rarely opened was merely a low-grade Rank 1 wine.

To think that this modest-looking liquid in front of her was a true divine treasure…

Her breathing quickened.

Excitement and nervous anticipation fluttered wildly in her chest.

Li Feng soon noticed the change, the roughness in her breathing and the intensity in her heated gaze.

He glanced back over his shoulder.

And his eyes immediately dropped to her enticingly drooping large breasts, still swaying gently from her earlier movements, her pink beads still flushed and healthy.

Almost instantly, his previously relaxed little brother stirred and hardened fully, rising with sudden urgency until it bumped against the underside of the table with a soft thud, making the bottle jump slightly.

Shui Ruo gasped in panic when she saw the liquid slosh dangerously inside the crystal bottle.

“L-Li Feng! Are you okay? Be-Be careful with the wine!”

Her voice came out high-pitched and flustered as she instinctively reached out, palms hovering protectively around the precious bottle without quite daring to touch it.

Seeing her panic like she was about to lose the most priceless treasure in existence, Li Feng gave her a strange look.

’Could it be… she really loves wine that much?’

He recalled that there were people in his previous world who were obsessive connoisseur as they willing to pay absurd, exorbitant prices for a single sip of a rare vintage.

And now, staring at Shui Ruo’s wide-eyed desperation, he couldn’t help but see her in the same light.

…But his gaze began to roam over her bare, voluptuous body once more as desire began to surge inside his chest despite having indulged in every inch of her body all night long.

It seemed no amount of her would ever be enough for him.

Then, a brilliant and slightly wicked idea sparked in his mind.

He let his expression shift to something sad and apologetic.

“…Ah. It seems I might fail,” he murmured with a soft, regretful sigh.

“E-Eh? What happened?” Shui Ruo jumped at his words, voice trembling with worry.

Li Feng turned his body slightly toward her.

His fully hardened little brother, already rising upward, now pointed straight at her like an accusation.

Shui Ruo’s eyes dropped to it instantly and her face flushed scarlet.

“…It seems my yang is overflowing again,” Li Feng said, looking genuinely regretful. “I can’t focus like this.”

He shook his head slowly.

“To succeed, this brew requires one hundred percent of my concentration. And if my qi is unstable even a little… it will fail.”

Shui Ruo’s heart plummeted.

She knew how delicate and demanding the process of brewing spiritual wine could be, especially when layered with a formation array.

Maintaining perfect control over both qi flow and the aging runes was said to be excruciatingly difficult, even for true masters.

And now, just as she stood on the verge of tasting the most divine wine of her life, it was slipping away because of… this.

Without thinking, she blurted out, “Then use my mortal body to relieve your excess yang!”

In a rush of determination,

She spun around and bent forward slightly at the waist, placed both hands on her knees, and presented herself to him as her plump white rear raised invitingly.

She even spread her legs apart, creating a rather lewd scene as the sight nearly broke Li Feng’s composure.

His little brother twitched hard at the offering.

But he had a different plan in mind, so he forced out another heavy sigh.

“If I do that… by the time we finish, the liquid will have already spoiled.”

At his words, Shui Ruo’s shoulders slumped.

For a heartbeat she looked as though the world had truly ended.

But then Li Feng spoke again, voice low and hesitant.

“Unless…”

Shui Ruo whipped back around so fast she nearly lost balance.

She grabbed his hand tightly.

“No!! Tell me! We can’t let such a divine wine spoil!”

Li Feng let out another long, dramatic sigh before finally meeting her eyes.

“…Unless you use your mouth to help me relieve it… while I continue working on the formation at the same time.”