I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! - Chapter 283 The Thirsty Traveler Finds the Oasis
Chapter 283: Chapter 283 The Thirsty Traveler Finds the Oasis
Lin Feng’s kiss wasn’t hurried, nor was it forceful.
Ye Jian’s hands, hesitant at first, gradually found their place on him, resting firmly and entwining around his neck.
Her breathing grew uneven, her chest rising and falling more quickly as she was drawn deeper into the sensation.
A moment later, their mouths deepened, and their tongues met.
Lin Feng’s tongue, long, thick, and assertive, probed and toyed with Ye Jian’s, initiating a heated struggle.
She found herself easily overpowered, slipping quickly onto the losing side of the fight.
Then she felt it… something unmistakably hard and huge pressing between her trembling thighs.
It pressed insistently, leaving Ye Jian with no choice but to spread her legs and wrap them around Lin Feng’s hips.
The thick, heated length of his yang root slapped gently against her secret garden, the contact sending sparks of electricity through her body.
She was already slick with arousal, her pink folds glistening and sensitive from the mere proximity of him.
Instead of thrusting inside as she desperately craved, he held back.
The massive shaft head simply rested against her, teasing her to no end.
It rubbed slowly, teasing, gliding along her slick entrance and swollen clit with torturous precision.
Each stroke was measured, controlled and was designed to drive her wild without granting full release.
The velvety skin of his mythical staff dragged over her most intimate places, coating itself in her wetness.
Ye Jian’s hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction, but Lin Feng’s body kept her pinned just enough to maintain his pace.
It didn’t take long.
The relentless teasing, combined with the emotional intensity of his words and the depth of the kiss, built her pleasure to an unbearable peak in mere moments.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” Ye Jian cried out into his mouth, her voice breaking into a long, shuddering moan.
Her entire body convulsed in absolute bliss as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around nothing, her thighs quivering as her climax ripped through her.
Love juices flowed freely, coating his throbbing length as she shook beneath him, lost in the overwhelming pleasure he had gifted her without even entering her, without piercing the deepest, tightest part of her body.
She trembled beneath him, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around nothing but aching emptiness.
Her hidden pink cave pulsed and fluttered desperately, yearning to be stretched and filled by his massive length of Lin Feng’s heavy hammer.
Waves of bliss continued to crash through her, drawn out by the heavy, throbbing heat of his spirit spear still resting against her soaked folds.
Lin Feng swallowed her moans with his kiss, holding her through the tremors until her body gradually went limp, breathless and glowing with satisfaction.
He pulled back just enough to gaze down at her flushed face, a faint, satisfied smile tugging at his lips.
“See?” he murmured softly against her ear, his voice husky. “Even like this, you’re mine.”
“Yesss…” Ye Jian purred in agreement, melting into the sensation as waves of pleasure rolled through her for the first time.
Every nerve in her body seemed alive, every thought consumed by the exquisite feeling of a man finally touching her for the first time ever in her long life.
Though Lin Feng hadn’t completely claimed her body yet, she didn’t care because she knew this intimate moment had shifted something between them, taking their relationship to a level she had wished for a long time.
Lin Feng rose from the bed once more.
All three women’s eyes followed him, riveted, as their gazes fell upon his huge fat weapon.
It throbbed with life, impossibly hard, proud, and daring them to imagine the power it held.
Desire pooled in their eyes, their breaths catching as their hearts raced.
It looked as if it could bear the weight of the world itself and would not even bend an inch.
This was a far cry from the one-inch wonder Lin Feng had back on Earth.
Three breaths later, Lin Feng rose from the bed and made his way toward the bath, his expression calm as if nothing significant had just happened.
Yet to the others, the atmosphere he left behind still lingered, thick and heavy with unspoken tension.
One of them immediately recognized the opportunity.
She was not naive enough to let a moment like this slip through her fingers.
Li Zhiyan’s feelings toward Lin Feng were unclear, her approach passive and reserved, while Ye Jian remained weak and dazed, her body still recovering from the unimaginable pleasure she had just experienced.
That left only one person willing to act.
“Whoosh!”
Tang Aining sprang to her feet in one swift motion.
She didn’t bother dressing, nor did she hesitate even for a second.
Confidence shone in her eyes as she moved, her bare footsteps light yet purposeful as she followed the exact path Lin Feng had taken.
Every step was sexy and seductive, every movement filled with quiet determination.
She reached the door and pushed it open without knocking.
Warm steam greeted her immediately, curling softly through the air and blurring the edges of the room.
Inside, Lin Feng sat in a large wooden tub, half his body submerged beneath the water.
The surface rippled faintly with his movement, droplets tracing down his shoulders and chest.
He looked relaxed, yet there was an unmistakable presence about him, as though even at rest, he commanded everything around him.
Tang Aining paused for only a brief moment, her gaze lingering as she took in the scene before stepping forward.
“Do you want me to wash your back, Master Lin Feng?” she asked, her voice soft yet steady.
But she had already made her decision.
Without waiting for a reply, she stepped closer and carefully entered the tub.
The water shifted around her as she slipped in beside him, the warmth enveloping her body.
Sitting just behind him, she leaned in slightly, her movements unhurried, as if she fully belonged there.
Her hands hovered for a moment before gently resting against his back.
The contact was light at first, almost testing, before growing more confident.
The quiet sound of water lapping against the wooden edges filled the space between them.
The air grew warmer, heavier.
Tang Aining’s eyes softened, her focus entirely on him now.
She had taken her chance, and she had no intention of letting it go.
